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whatsyourdamage-veronica · 5 years ago

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When The World Ends, What Comes Next?

He’s like fire, Veronica thinks, at some point in their relationship-after Chandler, after they’ve killed the queen bee of Westerburg High (and possibly the entire town of Sherwood), but not by much. She pushes the thoughts of what they’ve done out of her mind, and smiles as she thinks of the way he warms her from the inside out.

She doesn’t think, then, that he could burn her. She knows playing with fire ends up in burns, but she thinks they’re different. They smolder slowly, she thinks, a fire to last a lifetime. Not the kind of fire that destroys, the kind of fire that warms.

They’re on her bed, her parents asleep across the hallway, tangled up in each other and just enjoying each other’s company. JD’s lips are against her skin, her lips and shoulder and collarbone, and every time he presses a gentle kiss where he’s murmuring words of love and admiration, Veronica feels like he’s touching her with a live wire. It makes her stomach swoop in the best way, and she thinks she’d give almost anything to just stay like this forever.

She’ll think back on that and realize that even then, maybe she should have seen that their relationship was like a firework; burning brilliantly across the sky before it exploded and disappeared.

In the short weeks before Heather and Heather lure Veronica to the graveyard in the middle of the night, she spends almost all her free time with him, and she feels like she couldn’t be happier.

Heather Duke has tried to take over the role Heather Chandler used to fill, and Veronica can’t deny the pang of guilt and sorrow she feels when she walks into the lunchroom and sees green and yellow, but no red. Duke hasn’t quite dared to reclaim the color yet.

She starts skipping lunch, instead finding hidden corners of empty classrooms or the school gym or even the library, on slower days, and spends her lunch break with JD. Sometimes they talk, but most of the time she doesn’t get a word in before his lips are on hers, and she melts into his kiss, forgetting everything she had to say. She’s learned how to bite her lip to keep the gasps and moans hidden as his mouth and his hands roam her body, learned how and where to touch him to make him speed up, make him claim her even more thoroughly. She’s lost count of the times she’s had to pull her blazer up just enough to hide the hickeys he leaves, but he’s always careful not to leave them on her neck, just her collarbones and decolletage.

She tells her mother she’s joined a book club that meets after school and she’ll be coming home late after school. Her mother smiles and tells her that’s great, she’s glad to see Veronica getting out and about again, she’d been so withdrawn after poor Heather’s suicide. Veronica doesn’t know what to say, so she just bites the inside of her cheek and nods an agreement.

It’s not entirely a lie, she thinks as she lays with her head on JD’s lap in the park, under a tree, dappled sunlight highlighting his hair and cheekbones and lips as he reads from his old, worn copy of Baudelaire’s poems. Most days, she gets tired of it after two or three poems, and she pushes the book aside as she climbs into his lap and loses herself in his touch again. Some days, she’s content just to listen to his voice.

Sometimes she looks at him and marvels that he can love her so much and so completely. He’s not exactly the type she would have thought would be romantic and sweet, but he tells her he’d do anything for her, he whispers his love for her against her lips and across her body and between her legs, and she revels in it. She revels in the fact that she’s the one to bring the Baudelaire-quoting badass to his knees if she asks him, that she’s the one he’s chosen to adore. She’s special; out of all the women he’s met, he tells her, he hasn't loved any until her, and she loves that. She loves him.

In hindsight, she realizes that wasn’t healthy. She realizes she shouldn’t have let him make her his entire world. It’s his fault for planning to murder two people in cold blood (she still counts Chandler as an accident, because she can’t quite bring herself to acknowledge that he knew, after what she’d said, that the drain cleaner would kill her) and planning to blow up a school, but it’s her fault too, for not walking away from him the first time he put her up on the pedestal she’d so enjoyed at first.

It’s addictive, she thinks, to be worshiped. To be treated like a goddess, an angel, a queen. And she was barely seventeen. She didn’t know better.

It doesn’t really help ease the guilt.

Veronica isn’t stupid.

Her grades are near perfect. She aces her tests. She’s smart, her IQ is high, she’s the model student.

She knew all along that there was no such thing as tranquilizer bullets. She knew, she knows, and she chose to ignore it. Chose to believe the man who said he worshiped her, who promised with what she now sees was a sickly sweet smile that he’d make her problems go away. That Kurt and Ram would never hurt her again. She chose to think it’s because they’d be too humiliated to mess with her.

Sometimes she wonders in the dead of night, when she wakes from nightmares of red scrunchies and white briefs and black trenchcoats, if she’d really wanted to kill them. She must have, she reasons, because otherwise she would have said no, would have insisted on another way.

She knows she can’t chalk it all up to the half truths and twisted lies JD managed to plant in her mind, can’t blame it all on him. She’s guilty too, she’s got the blood of four people on her hands, and she’ll never be clean of that.

She knows she couldn’t have saved him. She knows he was the perfect storm, ready to implode. Knows the day his mother died, a part of him died too, a part of him he’d never be able to get back.

She knows losing that part of him had irreparably damaged him. That part of him could never be filled with anything else, no matter how much she’d loved him. Maybe at one point, that wasn’t true, but he was too far gone by the time she’d met him.

Love doesn’t fix things, she knows. But on the days she can’t get out of bed, the days she just cries or stares at the wall, the days her mother casts her worried glances as she brings food Veronica doesn’t touch, she wishes with everything she has, everything she is, that it could. She wishes he was here, wishes she had known how to fix him, wishes she could go back and stop his mother from walking into that building.

Sometimes, in her dreams, he’s there. They’re back in the park, his lips forming the words of a poem she can’t quite hear. She always interrupts, always tells him she loves him, always tells him how much she wishes she could have saved him, how much she wishes she could have been enough.

He frowns at her, a beautiful figment of her imagination, and tells her he loves her too, but what does she mean? He’s not gone. He’s right here. And she’s always enough.

She always wakes from those dreams with tears on her face.

She thinks about the scene in the boiler room a lot. It’s almost constantly on her mind the first few weeks after his death.

She remembers the way she’d looked into his eyes and realized the boy she’d loved, the boy who held her close after her nightmares had started, the boy who kissed her sweet and slow and read her French poems, was gone. He’d snapped, lost his mind, finally been driven to a final act of desperation in the war his life had become. It doesn’t make anything okay, doesn’t disarm the bomb or unpoison Heather Chandler or unshoot Kurt and Ram or unwrite the suicide notes, but Veronica pleads with him anyway. Even as he points his gun at her head, even as she has to focus on her breathing in order to keep herself calm and not break into sobs, she asks him to come with her, to disable the bomb, to just forget it all and choose her again.

She feels her heart break all over again every time she remembers the fierce snarl on his face, the way he’d ignored her stretched out hand, the way he’d cocked the gun, his finger on the trigger. She feels her stomach twist as she remembers the way she’d stared down the barrel of the gun and thought she might die, right then and there, and then the school would go up in flames.

She remembers all too vividly her hands on his, their bodies intertwined again in a very different dance, the way she’d desperately wished she could just get the gun from him and maybe then he’d see sense, maybe then he’d come back. She remembers the way her heart had stopped when she felt the gun kick and heard it fire, remembers the way it had kicked into overdrive as she’d pressed her hands to her own stomach, expecting to feel blood, remembers tasting copper and fear on her tongue as he gazed at her in shock for a long second before he fell.

She tries not to remember the way he’d caressed her face on the football field, the way she’d flinched away from his touch as she felt his bloody hand leave a red print on her cheek, the way his eyes had been so, so sad as he’d stumbled backwards with the bomb (a Norwegian, she remembers it being called, on that sick, dark day she’d had no choice but to break up with the boy she’d thought would be the love of her life) clutched to his chest.

She can’t help but remember the way her heart dropped and her stomach swooped sickeningly as he smiled at her for the last time. Her love, her JD, her sweet, too-broken boy, bloodied and bruised and broken on the outside now like he’d been on the inside for as long as she’d known him. He smiled at her, and she felt a sob wrench itself from her chest.

By the time she’d realized she wanted to die with him, by the time she’d made up her mind that if he deserves to die then so does she, the countdown is too short for her to reach him before the bomb explodes.

Life goes on, because it has to, but Veronica can’t.

She graduates high school but she doesn’t choose a college. She can’t. She knows she wouldn’t be able to focus, knows she’d fail her classes. She gets a job, moves into her own tiny apartment, drags herself through day after repetitive day.

After work, as she sits at her table and picks at the food she’d barely had the energy to make, she sees the ones she’d killed. Heather, still in her red floral silk robe, tongue blue and hair gathered in her red scrunchie, seems to realize that Veronica will break if she’s pushed too far, and mostly stays quiet. She just sits across the table, eyeing Veronica resentfully as Veronica tries her hardest to ignore her.

Kurt and Ram aren’t quite so considerate, but they were far less close to Veronica when they were alive, so she finds it easier to ignore them. And though they antagonize her, even they know better than to needle her about JD, because if she ceases to exist, they might too, and she thinks they enjoy her pain too much to risk it.

She doesn’t see JD at all. She doesn’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. She misses him desperately, but the other three bear the marks of how they died, and she doesn’t want to see JD’s form if it’s broken and battered, singed and smoky. She doesn’t know what a person looks like after they’ve exploded, doesn’t want to know.

She tells herself things will get better. Hopes with everything she has that they will. Doesn’t quite believe her own words.

Some days the only thing that keeps her going is the knowledge that wherever he is, if he’s anywhere, JD wouldn’t want her to die. She remembers the brokenness of his voice as he fell to his knees in front of what he thought was her dead body, remembers the tears in his voice even if she didn’t see the tears in his eyes, the way she knew he’d thought she left him just like everyone else. She thinks she has to make up for that somehow. She doesn’t owe him anything, she knows, but she wants to do everything she can to clean the slate, to make up for the hurt she’s caused.

She can’t not go on. She has to at least try and do some good in the world. She just can’t, not yet, not until she’s sure she won’t crumble to pieces at any given moment.

She starts with a plan. She’s not going to go to an Ivy League school anymore. She was a completely different person when she made those plans. She finds a community college, in Columbus, one she can do mostly online classes for in the beginning, and slowly starts with taking a few credits at a time. It wears her out some days, but she pushes herself through.

And as she does, she feels her broken parts, her jagged edges, her shattered heart start to mend. It isn’t much. She still wakes up screaming in the middle of the night, still has days she can’t get out of bed, still has to pause sometimes to take deep breaths at work so she doesn’t cry. But those things get less frequent as she finds other things to focus on.

Heather and Kurt and Ram have faded away, disappearing slowly as she learned how to move on and cope with the things she’s done and the losses she’s suffered. Even on the days she’s alone and broken and wishing for company, she doesn’t miss them at all.

She doesn’t declare a major for a long time. It takes her years to admit to herself what she’s known she wants to do from the second she realized how bad JD’s home life was, since she’d seen what it had done to him. But the day she turns in her papers declaring her intent to become a social worker and a counselor, she feels a huge weight lift off her chest.

That night, she has a dream she hasn’t had in a long time. Her head is on JD’s lap again, his fingers idly stroking through her hair as he recites a poem from memory. She can’t quite hear him, but she knows the poem is one of love and adoration, just like they used to be.

She starts to sit up, starts to apologize, starts to tell him she loves him just like she always does, but this dream breaks from the way her dreams usually go. He smiles down at her, fingers still tangled in her hair, and her breath catches in her chest as she sees the boy she’d loved in his eyes, the boy she could have happily spent a lifetime with, the boy whose love for her wouldn’t be obsessive or all-consuming or unhealthy.

He leans down and kisses her forehead, murmuring words of thanks and love and apology. She feels tears welling up, reaches up to caress his cheek, taking a shuddering breath at how warm and solid and real his skin feels under her fingers.

“Veronica,” he says quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to her hairline, “thank you.”

“Thank you for what?” she replies, sitting up straight to look him in the eyes. “I killed you.”

He smiles softly at her, shaking his head.

“You didn’t,” he says. “That was all me. I pushed you and pushed you until you didn’t have a choice. And I’m sorry for that. But you...you tried to save me. Even after everything I’d done. Even though I hurt you, over and over, you didn’t hate me.”

“I could never,” she chokes out, feeling her heart break all over again. “I love you so much.”

“I know,” he replies, cupping her cheek. She closes her eyes and nestles into his palm. It feels so real, and if it’s a dream, she doesn’t want to wake up. “I know, Veronica. And I love you too. And I know what you’re doing, what you’re becoming, and it means so much to me.”

She loses the battle, feels tears begin to fall, and he gives her the saddest smile she’s ever seen him wear.

“JD, I can’t-”

“Shh,” he interrupts. “You can. You have, and you are, and you will. I’m gone. I know you know that. I can’t undo that. Neither can you. So the only way to go is forward. You’re doing that, you know. Every day. But Ronnie...you have to let me go.”

“No,” she whimpers, tries to reach out to hold him, but he grabs her wrists and holds her hands together in front of her.

“Yes,” he says calmly. “Veronica, I loved you as much as I could. But we both know it wouldn’t have worked, in the end. You couldn’t have fixed me. You couldn’t have saved me, no matter how hard you tried. It’s time to stop beating yourself up about it. I don’t know if you even realize it, but you’re dragging me around, keeping the memory of me too close, and you have to let go.”

She breaks down, harsh sobs filling the peaceful air, and he reaches out to pull her close. She buries her face in his chest and cries, mourning all the things she’d refused to acknowledge for years. The nights together they’ll never have, the rings they’ll never wear, the children who will never run around and play in the yard and make a mess of the house.

After a while, when her tears have subsided and her breath has calmed, as she listens to the steady pounding of his heart, he nestles his chin on the top of her head and sighs.

“I know you don’t want to,” he says softly. “I know it hurts. I don’t want you to either. But we both know it’s what you need to do. Veronica, if there’s an afterlife past this, I promise I’ll be right here to go there with you.”

She nods, cheek still pressed against his chest for a moment before he moves a gentle hand under her chin and pulls her up to look him in the eyes again.

“I love you,” he whispers. “I love you so much. Live a good life, Veronica Sawyer. I know you will. You’ll make a difference in this world, and even if it’s only for individual people, it will mean so much. And when it’s all over, just imagine me, and I’ll be there.”

“I love you too,” she says, pressing her forehead to his. “I’ll never stop loving you. I’ll miss you so much.”

He leans forward and presses his lips gently to hers. She kisses him back, soft and slow, with tears in her eyes again.

She wakes with tears on her cheeks, alone in her bed, and lets herself cry. She knows that with the morning sun, she’ll take a deep breath and let him go, like taking off a heavy coat she’s been wearing for far too long.

But just for tonight, she’ll finish letting herself mourn.

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The years pass quickly. Veronica Sawyer graduates at the top of her class, gets her masters in social work, and immediately begins working in Texas. She knows the reason she chose that state, she acknowledges it, and then she lets it go and moves on with the work she’s chosen.

She sees things she wishes she hadn’t. Terrible things, terrible people, terrified children. And she fights her hardest to save every single one she can. If she can save even one child from ending up like JD, she thinks, she’ll consider it a success.

She becomes the most beloved social worker in most of the state. She’s called in for the most desperate cases, the children who are broken and exhausted and won’t talk to or work with anyone else. She knows she might not be able to save them. She knows she won’t ever be able to completely heal someone, that feeling pain and loss and terror leaves a scar. She’s got scars too, and she didn’t go through anything even close to what these children have.

She might not ever understand. She knows that. She sees JD in their eyes; broken, bruised, battered. She knows that they need help, they need love, they need things she can’t give them. But she tries her best to help them see that life isn’t a battle, that they don’t have to live in a war zone. She goes to court and fights tooth and nail, she goes to the homes of prospective foster parents and makes sure everything is how it’s supposed to be, and she makes sure the children she helps know that she’s there for them no matter what.

She eventually does get married, but she never gives birth to children of her own. She adopts two, not children she works with but the most troubled cases from other places, ones that everyone says they can’t handle. She does her best to parent them from a place of love, even when it’s hard. She thinks they turn out all right; one of her children becomes a lawyer, one becomes an artist, and she thinks she couldn’t love either of them more. She becomes a grandmother a little late in life, but she finds she doesn’t mind.

Her spouse passes first, in a tragic car accident. She’s crushed, and spends weeks trying not to fall into the same depression she did after high school. This time, though, she has children and grandchildren to help, and help they do.

Eventually, she gets sick. Pneumonia, the doctors say as she lays in a hospital bed for days at a time. There are days she can barely breathe on her own. Complication after complication keeps throwing wrenches into her healing process.

On her worst days, she sees a shadow at the edge of her vision. She knows who it is, and she knows it’s not time yet.

She thinks it’s terribly ironic that he’ll end up being her angel of death.

The day comes, weeks later, when she knows she can’t fight it anymore. They send her home on hospice, and she feels nothing but relief.

Her children and grandchildren gather around. She tells them all how very much she loves them, and how much good they’re doing in the world. How much good they still have yet to do. She holds their hands and whispers words of love and praise and goodbye.

In the early morning hours, she feels her heart falter, and she knows it’s time. She closes her eyes and imagines JD in front of her, as perfect and young as the day they met. He appears slowly, sunlight in his hair, and she stands carefully, smiling at him.

“Hello, Veronica,” he says with a smile. She takes a step towards him, and behind her, her bed fades away, replaced with the perfect green field she used to see in her dreams.

She doesn’t say anything, just launches herself into his arms, tears in her eyes as he catches her and cradles her close.

“Oh, I missed you, my love,” she whispers, and he presses a kiss to the top of her head.

“I missed you too,” he says. “Oh, Veronica, you are...amazing. I’m so proud of you. Everything you did, everything you were.”

She pulls back to kiss him, sees her hand on his face, and stops in wonder. It’s smooth, free of the wrinkles and lines she’d gathered throughout her lifetime. She moves one hand to touch her face, finding the same thing. She’s young again, she realizes, and lets out a happy laugh.

“I’m staying this time,” she breathes, and he beams at her. She doesn’t let him answer before she’s grabbing his face and kissing him hard, pouring all the love and longing from the years into the kiss. He pulls her close as he returns her kiss with the same fervor.

When she pulls away, he chuckles and takes her hand.

“You’re staying,” he echoes, twining his fingers with hers. “C’mon, should we figure out what’s on the other side of this field?”

She laughs, moving her hand to loop her arm through his and resting her head against his arm as they begin to walk.

“With you,” she says, “I’d go anywhere.”

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incorrectcatfacestudios · 5 years ago

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MID Fusion Headcanons

Using steven universe fusion rules alongside some of my own.

There will likely be another post like this one, a part 2

So the rules

Emotions are shared.

Memories are not shared, if one component doesn’t want to share a memory with another then the memory will not be shared.

Abilities gained are formed from both of their personalities

All the colored parts of their clothes change to the components combined colorscheme

They form based off of the characters perceptions of eachother, Making each of Ava’s fusions an ACTUAL POWERFUL SORCERESS

Their powers are multiplied by how much love/compassion each component feels for the other. Thus Noi usually supplies the most power to his fusions. Often new powers are gained.

Starting with Leif and Noi

A risk taker,

DEFINITELY would be an entertainer, would want all attention to be on them at all times. A show off through and through

He would have very fluffy pastel pink hair.

ALWAYS SMILING unless Leif is experiencing fear. Sometimes when one is feeling a negative emotion the other is feeling a positive one, this shows in their facial expressions. So sometimes the smile feels strained, fake, or evil. IF ITS SUPER SERIOUS he will frown

gets SUPER JEALOUS REAL QUICK,and if they are not front and center or if someone else steals the spotlight from them expect Angry crying, and violence! :D

“HEY AVA! DID YOU SEE THAT?!? WASN’T I COOL!!! PLEASE TELL ME I WAS COOL! I mean I ALREADY KNOW I WAS COOL BUT-”

Requires constant validation to feed his EGO.

Flirtier than his components.

BOUNDLESS ENERGY LIKE! WAAAAYY TO MUCH ENERGY

Would dance around the battlefield with their newfound abilities like a performer.

AMAZING AT SWEET-TALKING, and charming others

Far more likely to use healing magic than Leif ever was.

He has a tendency to angry cry.

Would be much stronger at the beginning of the series than he would if they fused in episode 13

His weapons are duel cutlasses

Noi enjoys the confidence boost he gains in the fusion while Leif enjoys the amount of JOY he feels doing things that would normally bore him. He likes seeing things from Noi’s POV.

Can disappear in a cloud of puffy sparkly smoke,

Very flexible, gains dancing skills

Can generate electricity within his body and ZIP ZOOP AROUND

most of his magic is glittery and sparkly

Wears lime green or olive clothing. has green eyes. has lime green horns

So Leif views Noi as a kind hearted lovey dovey fool, while Noi views Leif as a bully and a psychopath, but also a powerful superhero who’s amazing. Hence why when fused they are a kinda mentally unstable performer.

Leif and Rhys

He would never form

BY FAR ONE OF THE WEAKEST OF THE FUSIONS

When first formed he has an impossible time deciding who he is or even staying together. he doesn’t have an identity or a voice.

He Gains one much later as the 2 begin to understand each other more.

Has a scientist surrounded by nature vibe to him. Like instead of metal machines he has ones made completely out of plants. Though he’d only gain this if Rhys and Leif were feeling particularly good about eachother that day. Or if they had a strong positive feeling keeping them together. Otherwise he’d be unable to create or even keep any of it.

So yeah he can make a rocket out of wood, vines, & various other flora and fauna.

He has a variety of high level technology yet all of it is made of wood, plants, or bone.

If exposed to alot of media, and pop culture by the time he forms he would be a MAD SCIENTIST/ MAD DOCTOR character.

Lots of maniacal laughter

If Rhys would permit it he can be quite cruel and preform some....interesting experiments on his enemies

Would be very interested in the world around and would LOVE TO DISSECT THINGS

his glasses turn into goggles

He’d probably have oversized scientist gloves

is likely to scream EURIKA!!!

very forgetful.

Wants to learn as much as he can no matter the situation

when fused Leif experiences the curiosity Rhys feels and Rhys feels Leif’s LUST FOR BLOOD.

Would often find interest in human artifacts and objects finding joy in dissecting them and finding out how they work

has the ability to create unholy amalgamations from destroyed objects or carcasses.

He’d also gain the ability to control the growth of plants around him & manipulate them using the water inside.

Lightbrown/Ginger hair

Wears alot of cyan

Their weapon would be a whip of some kind. or a spear

Studies alot on doctor stuff. wants to get a phd

Has cyan horns like Pierce, though they bend in a way that combines both horns. and are much larger than either components

Asch and Rhys

WOULD HAVE A FLUFFY POMPADOR

Looks like a fucking greaser but their not at all

Always frowning

VERY STRONG despite not seeming like it

Has Dark blue eyes, and periwinkle horns, that curve backwards than forwards

VERY POLITE & regal.

Doesn’t really show much emotion, good at decision making, and a pretty rounded leader. though...their missing something.

Knows when to take action and when to stand down.

Can create smokescreens. manipulate water, fire & Ice

pretty stronk

Asch’s leadership skills and Rhys’s good decision making mix together to create a perfect and rational decision maker.

Has a lighter skin tone than Rhys but a much darker one than Asch.

Probably gains a British accent for the poshness.

Will occasionally raise a hand to threaten you but then close it clenching his fist and continuing to talk

ASCH’S CAPE AND RHYS’S TRENCHCOAT COMBINE TO BECOME A BIG FLOWY CAPE COAT WITH A FLUFFY FUCKING HOOD BECAUSE THAT’S CUTE AF, their torso shirt is grey while they have Asch’s lil sash around their waist, ((it’d be purple)) and Rhys’s pants ((except a tad bit darker)) Rhys’s arm bands would cover Ashe’s bandages.

Wears a lot of PURPLE, like magenta purple.

checks himself out behind closed doors

Adores being together. They just feel right

Everyone goes to them for advice

Ava & Pierce

has a blue scrunchy

LONG FLOWING HAIR

NEVER TALKS EVER, keeps to themselves even more than both of their components.

Would HAVE ENORMOUS HAIR like......WAYYY TOO BIG! and scruffy. and they’d always be leaning on a big old cloud that they’d float on.

Cats. CATS CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Has 2 floating arms hovering around them for petting cats. LIKES FLUFFY

A very caring individual despite their cold standoffish nature

Constantly tired

Seems like they don’t care about anything despite the fact that they do...far more so than anyone else even

Has strong maternal instincts. VERY good with kids. & Loves children far more than either their components.

Will only wake up to pet cats or play with kids.

The child loving part comes from Pierce. Ava notices that Pierce feels this way and encourages it.

Only goes by They/ Them pronouns. Nonbinary

Drinks like 50 cups of coffee a day trying not to pass out.

Needs coffee 24/7 to stay awake cause otherwise they’d just get too comfortable with eachother and dose right off to sleep

Almost always cuddling something soft, weather it be a cloud they conjured up, Johnny, a plushy, Noi, whatever if its a soft and cuddly thing you can bet your ass that its in their arms.

Wears a mix of Ava’s pajama’s and Pierces Human Disguise. in Blue. That or a cat onesie

Their not that bright but not that dumb either

Ava enjoys this fusion because she gets to feel tall.

They care for themselves. and take care to make sure they don’t get hurt.

A very deep thinker, that likes to take their time in situations. VERY CREATIVE.

stoic af

Their also very blunt and if annoyed will tell you “Your annoying. Go away” in a very sleepy slow manner.

Tired af 24/7 doesn’t want to deal with anyones bullshit. EVER

VERY POWERFUL

When they sleep ((on a certain bed)) a giant forcefeild forms around them and a cloud gaurdian of sorts forms around it fighting for them as they dose off.

Their weapon is a bed.

The components feel this since of peace when together. While they do close off more they also just...enjoy eachothers company in silence. Expect long sessions of meditation from them . or just casual reading.

They feel....very at peace and relaxed when together and hate being interrupted

has purple eye’s. & Deep blue horns

Pierce & Rhys

If exposed to enough pop culture by the time they fuse I feel like they would have a cop aesthetic.

“You haven’t been causing any trouble now have you?”

Is always watching. Has new abilities to help him watch & keep the peace.

Alot quieter than Rhys, but also like....more talkative then Pierce

VERY STERN. and WILL stare you down

An intelligent man, of course even smarter than Rhys.

CAN MAKE HAILSTORMS

can produce snow out of nothing.

Wears Sky blue.

Will often study others with compassion.

VERY MUCH LIKE A DAD

May or may not make dad jokes

HAS VERY STRONG OPINIONS OF ASCH ((They really like him))

He has light mocha skin, Fluffy curly brown hair done in a ponytail, Dark Turquoise eyes , Dark Turquoise horns that curve backwards than away from eachother, and a fake mustache. No one knows where the mustache came from but its detachable!

DON’T SNATCH THE STACHE!!! They will lay down the law on you

The way they speak when they first fuse and when they later fuse are Pretty different

For the Original Incarnation“ You wouldn’t be planning on violating the RULES that our gracious prince has set for us RIGHT 𝙇𝙀𝙄𝙁”

And for the 2nd incarnation they’d talk more like a T.V. show cop in certain situations. Though they’d still somehow manage to maintain this level of elegance despite it. (Mostly shown through his movements and tone))

“ Roger that! Don’t worry Mrs. P I’ll take this troublemaker off your hands.” *Looks towards Leif “ HOW DARE YOU RAISE YOUR WEAPON TO A DEFENSELESS LADY !?! I wrecken your in for a day in the SLAMMER”

The slammer is just an ice prison Rhys makes while in this fusion.

Instead of a Cop at first the fusion would be a of a VERY POMPOUS knight. Like chivalry incarnate. Proper, Polite, Dashing, Kind, & Loyal these Traits would carry onto its cop incarnate

Their weapon is originally a sword with a magical crystal in the center but as they learn more about human culture it would change to a gun

doubles down on watching literally everyone and IS ALL UP IN YOUR BUSINESS.

This fusion basically says whatever it wants cause no one really knows whats going on in Pierces head and Rhys can just blame it on him without him actively caring about it, because he doesn’t.

Another ability other than creating snow and hail would be making floating ice crystals that can be used as a “camera” of sorts. He can use them to keep a watch on the others

Ava & Noi

One of the strongest of the fusions ((mostly due to Noi))

Nonbinary goes by She / her, they / them

because Noi views Ava as this powerful sorceress they BECOME a powerful magic user, and Ava Views noi as this mystical demon dude from dimension so as a result their fusion is this magical girl/boy/NB

Wears red and has red eyes, with orange horns.

Magical girl / Nonbinary aesthetic.

Noi’s earnsty affects Ava in a way that causes her to be more honest. thus making the fusion very earnest in affection.

They have a strong since of justice and a want to protect. out of love

Noi once again his honesty affects Ava in a way that makes her more transparent./loving

Enjoys life to the fullest and having fun, as long as its not something stupid.

Quite literally loves themselfs....onesidedly its complicated. But they do enjoy themselves and rarely ever put themselves down.

Their weapon is Noi’s daggers mixed with Ava’s phone or a toy she has laying around

Can shoots out sparkles, rainbows, & various other magical girl esque attacks and has to call out their attacks to use them.

All of their magic is magic Noi has never seen or heard of before. but they are ones Ava’s seen in anime or T.V shows. Magical girl shows.

They’d try to surround themselves with friends and people who like them and kind of be an attention whore.

Probably the most outwardly friendly of the fusions

Would love getting headpats

Would also definitely wear many different aesthetic cat ears and post them all over insta.

Tries to act cutsie wootsie for attention. sometimes feigns innocence to gain popularity

Noi & Asch

A COMPLETE BRAT, brings out all the negative traits from eachother.

EXTREMELY EMOTIONAL AND BAD AT HIDING IT

Tries to act cool and together but really just a mess.

They’d look like a really big imposing scary looking yet upset and almost crying clown?

Self loathing x 10

“I-I’m NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING!! MYEEEEEEEEEH”

Extremely passionate and LOVES hugging everything when happy and angrily screaming at everyone when mad. they are a literal ticking time bomb of emotions. Though just because he loves it doesn’t mean he WILL hug he just likes doing it even if he doesn’t like to admit it . and will if emotional/impulsive enough at that moment in time, after which he will play it off and try to make up an excuse.

Clumsy AF.

Tends to get super jealous and wants to be a part of EVERYTHING

Acts like a really proud child.

Throws temper tantrums when they don’t get their way

due to Noi’s more open attitude towards feelings and Asch’s intense emotions that he often keeps bottled up. They feel the full FORCE of both, All whilst trying to act like nothings wrong.

He kind of hates himself but at the same time kinda doesn’t ? its complicated.

EXTREMELY LOW SELF ESTEEM

Wears orange, has light brown spiky hair, and light yellowy orange hair. His eyes are brown

Their powers also go off like an explosion. Usually his attacks are far weaker than either Noi or Asches. and they have lower stamina as well. Their powers build up and up inside of them until it bursts out. When they burst they do massive damage to pretty much everyone around them. Friend or foe. Its like a combustion of magic. Firey sparks and explosions in all directions.

Their powers are linked to their emotions though the larger their emotional outbreak, and the more they let out the stronger the attack.

Their weapon is a bunch of explosive bowling pins. that they juggle around.

Leif & Asch

Extremely likely to stab someone

Wears ALOT of gold. his hair turns a dusty grey color and his eyes are a dark teal. His horns become a golden yellow, The only pops of color on him besides gold and black are red & Green but only in gemstones.

Values himself above all else

ALWAYS SCREAMING

Expect 10 times the villainous monologues

“YOU WILL BOW BENEATH ME “

Loves showing their power through extremely violent means.

Asch’s wrath and Leif’s crazy mix in a way that is just incredibly hostile to literally everyone.

PRONE TO VIOLENT OUTBURSTS

Hates being bothered

“LEAVE ME ALONE! “ “ KNEEL PEASENT” “ HAHAHAHAAHAHAA YOU REALLY THINK THAT YOU STAND A CHANCE AGAINST ME?!?! HAHAHAHAHA! Stand down human. It’ll be easier that way. “

has Asch’s condescending attitude.

Loves nothing more than bullying others and just making people feel bad.

Also loves taking selfies. Like...too much. Has a tendancy to stare in the mirror for elongated periods of time admiring his muscles.

Hates being ignored. Like many of the other fusions. this one gets the MOST pissy about it though

Feels like everything in the world belongs to him and that he deserves it, fuck anyone who disagree’s I’ll just blow their heads off with my fire magic.

Complimenting him and feeding his ego is the only way to stop his violence. Depending on how you do it that is. Like complimenting his strength could make things worse

has NO PATIENCE WHATSOEVER

LAVA. They can create LAVA together. They melt them bitches down to Asch.

Ava and Asch

RAMPID CURSER

Ava’s salt mixed with Asches wrath. THEY ARE VERY ANGRY AND PISSY 24/7

Kinda thotty. but also not? its complicated. Maybe forward would be the best way to put it

Lies constantly. Its never ending. Like they lie to everyone their friends, their enemies, their family, themselves.

Will eat food off the floor.

They are extremely rude and foul mouthed. They never seem to get along well with anyone and are prone to making death threats when annoyed. They never follow through with them of course but.

One of the few ava fusions to fuse both of their regular attires together. a Reddish pink shoulderless jacket with a cape at the back. They have a FLUFFY light pink hood, and their pants are poofy towards the end with black and pink stripes. They also have asch’s arm sleeve thingy.

grows impatient REAL quick and is prone to use deadly force...well pseudo deadly force when angered

Like stabbing

Literally pissed, annoyed, or tired 24/7

Loves being in control of everything

In battle they constantly taunt their opponents. Using a disturbing variety of swearwords & unique Self-esteem breaking insults.

Wears ALOT of pink. Has red eyes however. but their outfit is just a bunch of pinks and blacks.

Nonbinary goes by he/him they/them

The other 7 will be in part 2 I need time have to think of them. I’ll add more later!

#Aphmau #My Inner Demons #Ava #Asch #Rhys #Leif #Pierce #Noi #Fusions #Aphmau Fusions #Headcanons #MID #MID FUSION HEADCANONS #Fusion HCS

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little-ravioli-writer · 5 years ago

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💙Veronica Sawyer - Me, Isabelle.

🖤JD - My Boyfriend, Benjamin.

❤Heather Chandler - My Best Friend, Rebekah.

💛Heather McNamara - My Best Friend, Olivia.

💚Heather Duke - My Best Friend, Hannah.

Took a lot of time, and work for me but I got everything together and I hope that it looks good and accurate enough, my lovelies! 💙🖤❤💛💚

I can't wait to see what I'll do for next halloween. 🎃

(Each complete outfit is roughly 35-40$ total.)

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Croquet Mallets: Facebook Market. 15$ Full set.

Fake Cigarettes: Amazon. 6$ For 6.

Scrunchies: Shein. 15$ Multi-Pack.

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💙Veronica Sawyer's Outfit: 38$

Blazer: Shein. 23$.

Knee Socks: Amazon. 9$

Shirt: Existing Cropped-Tank. 0$.

Skirt: Shein. 7$.

Belt: Existing Black-Belt. 0$.

Shoes: Existing Platform-Oxford Shoes. 0$.

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🖤JD's Outfit: 36$

Trenchcoat: Shein. 22$.

Fake Air-Bullet Pistol: Amazon. 14$ Without Bullets.

White Shirt: Existing T. 0$.

Dark/Black Jeans: Existing Pants. 0$.

Black Boots: Existing Combats. 0$.

Ace-Bandage: Existing for Fake-Finger-Wound. 0$.

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❤Heather Chandler's Outfit: 44$

Blazer: Thriftstore. 24$.

Knee Socks: Amazon. 4$.

Skirt: Shein. 10$.

Button-Down-Shirt: Existing White Under-Shirt. 0$.

Shoes: Thriftstore. 6$

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💛Heather McNamara's Outfit: 29$

Blazer: Thriftstore. 13$

Belt: Existing Brown-Belt. 0$.

Skirt: Shein. 8$.

Button-Down-Shirt: Thriftstore. 4$.

Knee Socks: Amazon. 4$.

Shoes: Existing Black Booties. 0$.

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💚Heather Duke's Outfit: 44$

Blazer: Thriftstore. 23$.

Skirt: Thriftstore. 8$.

Button-Down-Shirt: Existing White Under-Shirt. 0$.

Knee-Socks: Amazon. 4$.

Shoes: Thriftstore. 9$.

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heathersgameoftag · 4 years ago

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“Perhaps if you learned how to dance, I wouldn’t have to get this close.”

omg trenchcoat scrunchie qpr real??? 😳

was going to complete the polycule shipping draws by drawing chandlamara but then i couldn’t decide/wasn’t satisfied with my ideas for what position to draw them in, so have a little bonus (this probably means i’ll draw veronica and jd too at some point).

#tag au #tag art #tag plot #heather chandler #jason dean #heathers #heathers the musical #heathers fanart #trenchcoat scrunchie #flower squad #succulent squad

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bloodkeep-escape · 3 years ago

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[ID: a traditional pencil sketch of evan, as he appeared in the holiday special. he has most of his hair down, reaching almost to his shoulder, with a small puff of hair held up in a scrunchy at the top of his head. he’s wearing a trenchcoat that is clearly too large for him, and a striped scarf wrapped around his neck. evan looks extremely tired, and he’s looking off to the side and holding up a peace sign. above and around his head are several small flowers. END ID]

mr kelmp i wuv your new outfit

#CUTE... i love this #evan #mismag #art #mismag spoilers

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kazutora-kurokawa · 11 months ago

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hello! how are you? I hope it's ok!

You could make a reader who is like hyper feminine, as you know, bows everywhere, pretty dresses, bright pink lipgloss, etc. You could do it with izana, rindou, ran, muto and shion (basically tenjiku hehe) it would be pretty good!

Don't forget to rest and drink water! you are my favorite account!

Tenjiku x Hyper Feminine!Reader

♡ SFW, fem reader, fluffy fluff, pet names, Izana not being a jackass for once???, dresses, skirts, heels, scrunchies, ribbons, bows and all that jazz lol ♡

note: aww thanks anon, I swear I've been taking care of myself 🩷

❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀

Izana

🎴 Spoils you rotten, always buying you cute dresses and accessories

🎴 Makes you model outfits for him like you're on a runway

🎴 Teaches you how to walk in heels, he's so iconic for that honestly

Kakucho

🩷 Helps you pick out dresses, he's like your personal stylist

🩷 Learns how to apply makeup just so he can do it for you, he's super efficient too

🩷 Steals your scrunchies so he can wear them on his wrist

Ran

💜 Matching outfits 24/7, you wear pink and he'll wear purple

💜 He's not above criticizing your outfits either

"Baby what are you doing? That's literally the wrong shade of pink, wear that one instead ♡"

💜 They're probably the same shade of pink, he's just blind asf (someone get this man some glasses lmao)

Rindou

🩵 Steals your bows and clips them on his clothes (Ran probably makes fun of him too)

🩵 Loves playing in your hair, he'll braid ribbons into it and everything

🩵 Almost cried when you kissed him once because you had on lip plumper and it burned his lips

Mucho

🔷 Anything you want is yours, say the word and he's already got it

🔷 Puts your shoes on and takes them off for you, he'll help you with your tights too if you wear them

🔷 He will carry you around everywhere he goes, your presence is just comforting (like if he could shrink you down and put you in his pocket, he would lol)

Mochi

🍡 He probably calls you his little doll because you dress just like one

🍡 Always has his hands on the hem of your dress when you sit in his lap, he just likes feeling the material (bonus points if it's made of lace)

🍡 Loves when you wear pink lipstick, it always leaves the prettiest kiss marks on him

Shion

🖤 Y'all are complete opposites and he loves it

🖤 Avoids you after gang fights because he doesn't wanna stain your cute little dress with blood

🖤 Literally obsessed with you and brags about you nonstop to anyone who'll listen (and people who won't because you know he'll just make them listen)

❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀

Taglist

@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies

#tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #izana x reader #kakucho x reader #ran x reader #rindou x reader #mucho x reader #mochi x reader #shion x reader

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blueinkedfrost · 7 years ago

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Secondary Colours of Jason 'J.D.' Dean in Heathers (1989)

One of the most iconic aspects of the Heathers movie is the distinctive colour palettes for each character. J.D.'s primary colour is black, which initially seems like it means 'he wears black because he's cool'. Then you realise, 'he wears black because he's actually the murderous villain of the piece'.

J.D. also has a good game on his secondary colours. He's usually in three layers: the black trenchcoat, a coloured undershirt, and a men's tank top. In his first appearance, that's a green undershirt. Green is also Heather Duke's (initial) colour. Green is a secondary colour, unlike the other three Heathers; green signifies Heather Duke's envy and illness (bulimia). For J.D., the green seems to mean that he wants something - and at that point in the story, I don't think J.D. himself is certain of what that is.

Green also matches Christian Slater's eye colour, so, good fashion choice.

Staying in green, J.D. meets Veronica, flirts with her, then shoots the jocks Kurt and Ram with blanks when they harass him. He's still in the green shirt when he and Veronica continue flirting in the Snappy Snack Shack and when he shows up at her window at night. (How did he find her address? Most likely the phone book, a popular tool in the 1980s.)

Not long after this, J.D. seems to be wearing the black coat and nothing else. Comment to Veronica: "Thank you, that was my first game of strip croquet."

He's still wearing the green undershirt the next morning when he and Veronica go and kill Heather Chandler. J.D. hesitates before serving Heather a drain cleaner hangover cure and is "a little freaked" immediately after her death - but it turns out he welcomes that a Westerburg bully is dead.

These two goals seem to be what J.D. has now discovered he wants: Veronica and murder.

After Heather Chandler's death, J.D. and Veronica watch the television news about it together at his father’s house. His secondary colours are now both dark green (he wants more, and there will be more murder) and blue jeans instead of black (incorporating Veronica's signature blue colour).

Then comes the first funeral, for Heather Chandler, where J.D. opts for classic all black while Veronica sports a highly fashionable black and blue suit. (What is the appropriate fashion choice when attending the funeral of a person that one murdered or semi-accidentally murdered and covered up with a fake suicide node?)

More blue also enters into J.D.'s colour scheme when he picks Veronica up after her double date with Kurt, Ram, and Heather McNamara - he's lit from behind with an eerie blue light in the smoke he's exhaling. Blue feels like it's always one step away from black in this film.

J.D. really ups his colour coordination with Veronica when he's seen in her blue bedroom, after the jocks Kurt and Ram spread false rumours about Veronica. This is also the first time he's seen without his coat. Veronica has clearly colour coordinated her boyfriend with her bedroom decor - blue plaid shirt, blue-grey undershirt, and blue jeans. This is the high point of J.D.'s and Veronica's relationship, where they've firmly established their relationship and she has not yet realised how psychotic he is.

The next morning, J.D. is still wearing the same outfit (with the coat back on), whereas Veronica has changed her clothes. The implication is that he stayed the night.

At this point, J.D. and Veronica have just murdered Kurt and Ram and set up the scene to look like a suicide pact. She thought they were going to shoot the jocks with tranquilisers; J.D. brought real bullets. This will have serious consequences on their relationship status.

Next, we get Kurt's and Ram's funeral, and J.D. is sporting the exact same outfit that he wore for Heather Chandler's funeral. On the other hand, Veronica has added green into her colour scheme. She has started to want something different.

At school, the students mourn while J.D. and Veronica, the murderers, got away with the fake suicide pact. Later the same day, J.D. and Veronica are again at his house watching television. J.D. is now at the height of his power, having masterminded three murders and got away with it. Red symbolises power in 'Heathers', from Heather Chandler's red scrunchie. J.D.'s undershirt is now red, and Veronica is wearing purple (i.e. red mixed with blue), the only time that she wears so much purple.

The red undershirt:

Veronica's purple:

And then, Veronica breaks up with J.D. for his violent behaviour. After that, he's all in black all the time. The undershirts are either black or black with a touch of white, whether he's blackmailing Heather Duke in the science lab, trying to seduce Veronica back to his side, or climbing in Veronica's window again late at night. It seems that he took the breakup hard.

Black T-shirt worn while giving Heather Chandler’s red scrunchie (symbol of power) to Heather Duke, the next bully in line.

Black funeral shirt worn while trying to convince Veronica to get back together.

After J.D. tries and fails to win Veronica back, and believes that she's hanged herself, he goes back to his house. This is the only other time we see him without the coat, where he's taken off the long sleeves in order to work on his craft project (building a bomb to blow up the school). He's wearing a black T-shirt and is lit with blue from behind. Veronica faked her death and is actually on to him.

Also in this scene is the delightfully bizarre cameo of a hamster cage with what looks like a live hamster inside. Why does Psychopath Kid have a hamster?

In the morning, J.D. puts the coat back on over the black T-shirt and heads out to blow up the school. Veronica stops him by shooting him three times (shooting off his middle finger and two torso shots). In the course of all this, J.D. regains his "red" secondary colour - only this time, the bloodstains on his face, shirt, and hand symbolise not power, but rather that he is about to die. Again, Veronica and J.D. coordinate with each other in that both end up with bloody scratches on their faces. When J.D. blows himself up, he darkens Veronica's colour scheme with the smoke.

Red hand, bloody shirt, bloody facial scratches:

Also a red bomb strapped to his chest:

Coordinated facial scratches (J.D. probably needed a nail trim before the bombing attempt):

(This picture is not actually a movie screenshot, it just shows the two leads in their final costumes together.)

Veronica, the only one left standing in the end, is now mostly black, with a shirt in her blue colour and the red scrunchie of power on her head.

Veronica has now befriended Martha, who has a much lighter colour scheme than J.D., and the Westerburg murders are over.

#heathers #Jason Dean #Veronica Sawyer #fandom meta

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thelastspeecher · 7 years ago

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NaNoWriMo ‘17 Day 23 - Don’t Get Short with Your Brother

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Summary: Ford arrives at Stan’s house for another extended visit, but with a key difference. Inspired by this and this. [Stay-at-Home Stan AU] Word count: 1564

Angie answered the door. She looked around for a moment, confused.

“Excuse me,” a high-pitched voice said. Angie looked down. A young boy, about the same age as her daughters, was standing on the doorstep. Angie smiled at him and crouched down to his eye-height.

“Howdy there,” she said gently. The boy shuffled his feet nervously. “Aw, are ya lost?”

The only neighbors what have boys are the Thompsons and the Millers. And their children aren’t this age.

“No,” the boy said firmly. Angie frowned at him. He was wearing an oversized trenchcoat over his clothes.

Was he playin’ dress-up with someone? The boy reached a hand up to adjust his glasses, which were similarly oversized and threatening to slide down his face. Angie’s eyes widened. Twelve fingers? Now that she had picked up on the most glaring feature, she could see other Pines characteristics; the wild curls, the ruddy nose, and the tendency to give off an air of grumpiness.

“…Stanford?” she whispered. The boy nodded. “Oh, Lord.”

“There was an accident,” Ford mumbled. “My current biological age is merely temporary, but Fiddleford thought it would be best if I stayed with you and Stan until I recover.”

“But neither of ya thought to let us know.” Ford adjusted his glasses again, but didn’t respond. “How did ya even get here?”

“I took the bus.”

“You took the- Gravity Falls is over twelve hours away!”

“I’m well aware of that.”

“No one on the bus questioned a small child traveling without an adult?” Angie asked. Ford shook his head. “Goodness. What is the world comin’ to?”

“Would you please let me in? I walked for about an hour until I found your house,” Ford said. Angie stood to her proper height.

“Come on in, hon,” she said, placing a gentle hand on Ford’s back and guiding him inside. She closed the door. Ford scowled at her.

“I’m older than you. Do not call me ‘hon’.”

“Instinct. Sorry.”

“Who was at the door?” Stan called from the kitchen, where he was doing the dishes.

“Yer brother. Sounds like Stanford is goin’ to spend some time with us. Again.”

“Really? Geez, Sixer, what’d ya do to get Fiddleford to kick ya out?” Stan asked, looking into the living room. His jaw dropped at the sight of Ford. “Hot Belgian waffles, Poindexter, what happened?”

“There was an accident during an experiment,” Ford said. “And…hot Belgian waffles?”

“I’m tryin’ out fake swears,” Stan explained. He dried his hands on a gingham dish towel. “Must’ve been one heck of an accident.”

“It could have been much worse. As it is, this is temporary, and Fiddleford will be able to determine the approximate date it will wear off.”

“You’re the same age as the girls,” Stan said. He grinned. “There’s an idea.” Ford took a nervous step backward, discomforted by his twin’s vicious smile. His diminutive feet trod on Angie’s toes. She instinctively placed a reassuring hand on the top of Ford’s head.

“What’s an idea?” Angie asked, stroking Ford’s curls.

“The girls don’t really have any friends yet. But they love their Uncle Ford. And now that he’s their age…”

“Yer suggestin’ Ford play with the girls while this situation works itself out?”

“Yep.”

“Look, I love Danny and Daisy,” Ford said, adjusting his glasses yet again. “But spending time with them while this age might give them the wrong idea. I’m their uncle, not their playmate.”

“Oh, please,” Angie said. “You play with ‘em all the time.”

“This is different,” Ford insisted.

“Yeah, it is,” Stan said. “But think about it. This ‘ll give ya a chance to bond with ‘em even more. And it’s not like they’re toddlers anymore. They’re five.”

“Stan was right about them not havin’ many friends,” Angie said in a low voice. “Once they start school, hopefully that ‘ll change. But right now, their main social interactions are with their parents. Socializin’ with someone their age will be good fer ‘em.” Ford sighed.

“Very well. I get the point.” He shoved Angie’s hand away from him. “But stop petting me! I don’t want to be treated like a child while I stay here, understand?”

“We’ll do our best,” Angie said. “But we reserve the right to restrict certain activities fer yer own safety.”

“I don’t agree to that.”

“If yer stayin’ under my roof, ya do,” Angie said firmly, putting her hands on her hips and staring Ford down with a steely gaze. Ford swallowed nervously.

“Y- yes, ma’am,” he stammered. Angie’s punishing demeanor evaporated. She threw her head back with a laugh.

“Lord, that ‘angry mom’ face works wonders!” she cackled. Ford scowled. “Aw, don’t get all scrunchy-faced,” Angie cooed, pinching his cheek. Ford slapped her hand away. “Why don’t ya go see yer lil nieces while Stan and I discuss how we’ll adjust things while ya stay.”

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Danny and Daisy walked into the kitchen, Daisy idly dragging her stuffed animal frog, Marlo, on the ground. The two girls cocked their heads curiously at what they saw.

“Daddy, why is Uncle Ford in the time-out chair?” Danny asked. Ford was indeed strapped into an old high-chair that Stan and Angie had repurposed for the use of time-outs. Judging by his reddened face and shouting, Ford was not pleased with the situation one bit. Stan turned from his de-aged twin brother and looked knowingly at his daughters.

“‘Cause he’s in time-out,” Stan replied.

“Why?” Daisy asked.

“Is it ‘cause he’s getting scrunchy-faced?” Danny suggested. Ford paused his shouts of protest for a moment.

“Why is that something your family says?” Ford asked Stan. Stan shrugged.

“It’s a McGucket thing. Now, are ya calmed down enough to get down?”

“I don’t need to be calm to get down, I am a grown man!” Ford shouted. “Stanley, let me down this instant!”

“Girls, go play in your room for a bit, okay?” Stan said. “Your Uncle Ford will join ya after he’s in a better mood.”

“Okay!” Daisy chirped. She wandered off. Danny waved at Stan and Ford before following her twin. Stan turned back to Ford.

“Ford, you’re not gettin’ down until you relax.”

“I’m not a child,” Ford snarled. “Don’t treat me like one!”

“I’ll stop treating you like one when ya stop actin’ like one!” Stan snapped. “You threw a temper tantrum just ‘cause ya couldn’t find your Scientific American issue.”

“Can you blame me for getting upset? There’s not much around here to stimulate my intellect!”

“What a loada bull. We’ve got all sortsa science stuff around here. Heck, your own sister-in-law has a doctorate!”

“Yeah, in herpetology,” Ford scoffed. Stan’s expression grew thunderous. Ford swallowed. “…I’d like to retract what I just said.”

“Smart move.”

“Maybe I have been acting childish,” Ford said after a moment. Stan nodded. “I just- I don’t know why. I’ve been keeping my regular hours, and yet I’m tremendously exhausted. I keep feeling overwhelmed by things and- and overreacting and-”

“Your brain might be thirty, but your body isn’t,” Stan interrupted. Ford blinked. “Sixer, you kept it at bay for a good amount of time, but you’ve gotta admit it. Until this thing wears off, you’re gonna need to have a schedule like the girls’.”

“Stanley!”

“Hey, I’m not happy about it either. Despite what ya might believe, treating my own twin like I treat my daughters isn’t my idea of a good time.” Stan sighed. “But it’s what’s best for your health.”

“I don’t want to be treated like a child,” Ford mumbled.

“I know. And Angie and I will do our best to keep the schedule and everything from damaging your dignity as much as possible. But Ford, ya need naps. Ya need to go to bed before nine. Ya need to have meals at a regular time. Ya need a schedule.”

“…Fine.” A moment passed. “Now will you let me down?”

“Oh, right.” Stan took Ford out of the high-chair and set him on the ground. He ruffled his de-aged twin’s hair. “Remember when ya first dropped by?”

“Three days ago. It feels like so much longer.”

“The naps ‘ll help with that. Sleeping makes time move faster. But anyways, Angie said we reserved the right to restrict activities. This is one of those times.”

“I just assumed it meant not allowing me to consume alcohol or coffee, or refusing to let me behind the wheel,” Ford said.

“Those, too,” Stan said. He walked over to the sink and ran a washcloth under cold water for a moment, then walked back to Ford. Ford blinked at him curiously. “For your face,” Stan explained. He crouched down and began to carefully rub Ford’s cheeks. Ford opened his mouth to protest, but changed his mind with a tired sigh.

“Why are you wiping my face?” Ford asked quietly.

“Gotta get the tear tracks washed away and you cooled off a bit. Not to mention, pitchin’ a fit like you just did uses a lotta energy. You’re tired now, aren’t ya?” Stan asked. Ford nodded. “This’ll wake ya up for just long enough that you can get in some PJs.”

“PJs?”

“It’s naptime, Ford.” Stan tossed the washcloth onto the table. It landed with a damp splat. He put a guiding hand on Ford’s shoulder. “Come on, I’ll tuck ya in.”

“Only if you promise to read me a story.”

“Wait, really?”

“Pfft, no.”

#btw the other ficlet i'm posting today in my attempts to catch up on prompts #also features a de-aged ford #today is the day for de-aged ford i guess #stay at home stan au #angie mcgucket #stanford pines #stanley pines #Danica Pines #Daisy McGucket #ficlet #my writing #naficwrimo #speecher speaks #Stangie Family

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