#we've been doing this with cookie for like a year now though and this only just now started????

[korattata]

.....i may have accidentally trained Stella to not eat her food unless i say its okay

Even if i'm not home

Oops.

[aakeysmash]

maybes and sunscreen

college!sukuna masterlist

after almost a year of living together, you and college!sukuna are so accustomed to one another that you naturally slip up in the other’s conversations. maybe it's because you're both homebodies, or maybe it's because you've reached the silent agreement to keep the activities you do with yuuji hidden to preserve his innocent childhood (you learned that rumors run a long way inside your campus), or maybe it's because you started to ask sukuna less private questions, since he now seems to want to answer them even before you formulate them.

either way, the two of you always mention the other in conversations, and you don't even seem to notice, but your friends do.

"how about your house, man?" suguru asks sukuna from across the table, sipping his soda. they're sitting outside with satoru for lunch break, slouching on white plastic chairs, waiting for practice to start in less than ten minutes. days are getting longer the more summer break gets nearer, and the breeze flowing through the newly green leaves of the trees is a nice change from the humid stench of the locker rooms.

"dunno. the woman of the house is gonna bake cookies today," he shrugs, scrolling through his phone. he finds himself on a blurry zoomed in photo of a kitten covered in milk, and he smirks, hitting send after having selected your contact. you're going to love it.

"and?" geto asks, confused.

"and i don't know if she wants me to help her or not," sukuna continues, not bothering to look up from his screen, acting like he's not going to pester you until you let him help. and steal some of your cookie batter, too.

"it's the finale, bro, we've been talking about it since december. are you really not going to watch it for some cookies?" his raven haired friend exclaims, baffled. satoru only lowers his glasses on his nose, crossing his arms on his chest.

"oh, i'm going to watch it. got her hooked up on it too," the pink haired man says, a certain tilt to his voice matching the tilt of his head, as if he's saying are you crazy? i'm not missing it. "i don't know if she'd want you there, though."

geto rolls his eyes and satoru snickers, shaking his head. "we just want to watch the game on your tv. are you afraid she's going to feel uncomfortable with us there, my lord captain?" he mocks, sighing. lazily, sukuna glances his way.

"it's not her i'm worried about," he says, raising one of his eyebrows, maroon eyes squinting on a spot behind his friend's back.

"what does that even mean?" mutters geto, even more confused. it’s not like they’ve never seen you or have never been inside your house when you were there, so what’s different this time?

suddenly, sukuna grins like a madman, uncrossing his legs from on top of the table and standing up with his helmet under his arm.

“where are you goi-“ his dark haired friend starts, but satoru puts one of his hands on the other’s shoulder, effectively stopping him, whispering just wait.

sukuna takes a couple of steps, getting out of the gentle shadows of the trees above the table, still grinning.

“hi, baby. did you miss me so much you had to come to see me at practice?” he asks your nearing figure. you’re wearing a dress, the breeze soothingly flowing through your hair, and he takes a second to admire how graceful you look in the middle of the green garden. are the flowers you picked with yuuji the other day still fresh? maybe he should get more. maybe you’d like that. maybe you’d smile. maybe you'd thank him.

“i’m here because i knew you were never going to bring sunscreen with you, dickhead,” you huff, blowing your hair out of your vision, frowning. his grin only grows before he forces it away. typical.

“i don’t need that shit,” he rolls his eyes, turning on his heels and going towards the stadium. he knows you’re going to follow him. and you do.

“put it on! i’m not joking, sukuna,” you whine, trying to fall in step with him. “it’s going to be so good for your skin, come on.”

“it’s sticky and i don’t like feeling like a pussy,” he growls, going faster toward the benches inside the stadium and plopping down on them.

“you like pussy, though,” you shrug, forcing yourself between his parted legs, rummaging through your bag.

“i like you too, baby, but that doesn’t mean you’ll let me stick it in your pussy, does it,” he asks you smugly. you punch him on the shoulder, bewildered.

“you’re so disgusting,” you scoff, opening the little spf tube you brought in your purse just for him. "and don't tell me you like me when you never listen to me in the first place," you playfully add, caressing his face to smooth it out, and he lets you get his unruly hair off of his forehead. maybe he likes how you don't take the things he says to heart. maybe he just says them because he knows he's getting a snarky comment back.

“you didn’t say no, though,” he chuckles, closing his eyes and letting himself bask in your presence. your touch on his features is relaxing. he honestly thinks he could fall asleep if you were in any other setting.

“i’m letting you talk just because i’m in a male dominated field and even if i don’t agree i don’t want to die,” you deadpan. you smear the white cream on his nose, on top of the horizontal tattoo, and massage it into his skin. then you do the same thing with his other markings, making sure they’re protected enough to shimmer in the blazing hot sun.

“i wouldn’t let you die on me anyway,” he mutters. he gets both of his hands on your exposed thighs, keeping you closer, softly rubbing his thumbs in your muscles. "are you fucking finished? i hate this," he bites, frowning. you hum, lazily smiling down at him, rubbing his frown away with your fingertips.

"you're going to be the prettiest girl on the field," you coo. you can feel his mean glare from beneath his eyelids, and you almost shiver. "you're so going to thank me in a couple of years," you add, resting your palms on his cheeks and turning his head up. he opens his eyes slowly, staring into yours intently. his thumb catches on the fluttering hem of you dress while he draws little circles on your legs. he hears his coach screaming for his team to start running, but in this moment, he doesn't care that much. maybe the heat is getting to his head. maybe the soft smile you're looking at him with is making him a little bit weak in the knees.

"wanna make cookies today? we can watch the match together, perhaps ask the brat if he wants to join too," he says, rough voice kept low, almost as if this was a you and him kind of thing. maybe he already planned to ask you to do something with him when he was talking to his friends just a couple of minutes ago. maybe he lied, telling them you were the one who chose to do something, when it's not true. maybe the way satoru is patting suguru on the back with an "i told you so" look on his face isn't casual. maybe the one he was worried about all along was himself.

"wouldn't you prefer to watch it with your friends?" you ask him, tilting your head, positioning your thumbs on the fake tattoos on his cheekbones. almost as if you could cover their pupils and make him see less.

"wouldn't you prefer to watch it with me?" he genuinely responds, a somber look on his features. you think it's the first time he doesn't have a mocking grin on his lips. you ruffle the pink hair just above his left ear.

"maybe."

[sweet-and-sour-bites]

Hello, hope you’re doing well!

Is it ok if you do romance with an NPC? Basically the Scovillia Headmaster with a Reader who used to go to school with him. The Reader used to be a pretty wild student but as they grew up, they became decently calmer read: sorta..

And then they meet each other again when the reader goes to work at Scovillia!

Headcannons or a story is fine, whichever you prefer, thanks you very much in advance!

☁️Scovillia Headmaster x Professor Gn!Reader

*So before we begin, since the Scovillia Headmaster doesn't have a canon name, I don't think he does, though correct me if I'm wrong, I'm gonna call him Spicey Buffalo Cookie.*

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The academy halls of the ever hot Scovillia leave you feeling nostalgic. You used to walk these halls as a student, right alongside your best friends, but now you walk them as a teacher. Not much has changed about them either; still adorned with hues of red, orange, and black.

You make your way to the courtyard and sit down on a bench. You breathe in, and the smell of burning wood fills your senses. It's a nice scent. Calming and familiar. "Welcome back, (Y/n) Cookie."

You jump a little, startled by the gruff voice. Looking behind you, you see the headmaster himself walking over to you. He takes a seat beside you, and the two of you sit in silence for a little. "It's been a while since we've seen one another, no?"

"It certainly has. Three, no, four years?"

"Six years, actually." You pause, hardly believing it's been that long since you've seen your dear old friend.

"I'm so sorry."

"What ever for?" The headmaster looks over at you in surprise. You have your head hanging low as you look at the cobbled path below.

"We were so close during our time here as students. We laughed and cried together, fought, and made up; it seemed like nothing could pull us apart. After graduating, though, we hardly spoke to each other until we just stopped altogether. I feel, have felt, guilty about it." You feel a few tears fall from your eyes. Reminiscing about your time together really makes you sappy.

A warm hand is placed on your cheek, tilting your head to the side. The headmaster and yourself have gotten closer, you note, as he wipes away your tears. "Don't fret over the past, as the blame is not entirely on you. We both were so wrapped up in our own lives that we let the bond that held us together fade. I regret such a thing dearly."

"As do I." The two of you sit in silence, basking in the others presence.

"(Y/n) Cookie, there is something I must confess." Your focus is now only on him. "I have regretted not telling you sooner, but I....I am in love with you." Your eyes widen, and your jaw drops. "Back then, you were a wild spitfire. Always running around, causing chaos wherever you went. You stole my heart the first time I saw you deck another student who was bullying a junior." He chuckles as he remembers that moment.

"As we grew, I tried to keep an eye on you, worried how your fighting spirit would guide you. I am glad to know that, while still wild at times, you've become calmer. It is a different side of you that has made me fall in love with you all over again." Removing his hand from you, he reaches up to his helmet and pulls it off. Underneath the headgear is a cookie whose hair seems to be made of flames and eyes of amber. His red horns shine brightly underneath the sun.

He looks back over at you with baited breath, hoping he hears you return his affection.

And you do.

Grabbing his hands, you gently squeeze them. "Oh, Buffalo Cookie, I'm so happy you feel the same." Your words send a wave of relief and love all throughout him. "I admit, I've also been in love with you since we fist met. You radiated such a fiery passion, how could I not fall for you. You've always had my back and were always the one I needed to calm down. I've loved you since then and still do."

His heart feels as if though it's doing back flips. He laughs and picks you up with his strong arms, spinning you around. You join in on his contagious laughter. Setting you down, he looks at you with love in his eyes. The two of you share a single look before meeting the other for a sweet kiss. For a moment, it feels as if though the two of you are the only ones I'm the world, though that's proven incorrect by the sound of cheering.

Pulling apart the two of you, see a bunch of Scovillia students cheering at the doors to the courtyard and above in the open corridors. Front and center is Capsaicin Cookie cheering loudly. "Alright! Way to go, Headmaster and Professor!" The two for you look at each other before bursting out laughing. He picks his helmet up and puts it back on before taking your hand and walking back to he school.

"Seems like the others were just waiting for us to confess. Do you think they had a bet going?"

"I wouldn't be surprised, hun, not at all."

"Haha, you might be right, my dear."

[jackboxconfess]

sorry, not sorry but YDKJ: Full Stream has to be the worst YDKJ game and one of the worst Jackbox games.

1. Jackbox is not good at writing psychological horror. you are comedy writers, this is a comedy game for parties and it shows. It's okay to experiment or try a storyline like what was done with YDKJ 4: The Ride, but the "writing" is just hints of Binjpipe being malicious until Escape the Simulation, where we get an admittedly interesting but vague episode of Cookie realizing he's in a simulation, but it just fell flat, it made me feel nothing. the game would've been much better suited as an epsiode format like The Ride or 2011/2015, but this game is catered to streamers, and we can't have streamer audiences jumping in halfway and getting confused.

2. Cookie's at his worst, he is unfunny, boring, and his dialogue is aged poorly. he is much toned down from his movies to 2015 days to cater to streamers. I know the excuse "Binjpipe controlling/censoring him," but it's taking away what made people such as me, fall in love with his character writing. Also a problem is if that's a person's only exposure to his character. Cookie's more passive personality in FS has led to some people infantilizing him which as a Cookie expert bugs me because no he is NOT silly and innocent please pick up YDKJ 2011. It's crazy how it took Jackbox making an "18+ adult party pack" for Cookie to return to his regular-self again.

3. FS was CATERED for streamers, but the thing is streamers do not care about FS. if a streamer is opening pack 5, they're playing patently stupid or mad verse city, games that are more fun and cater to a less niche player audience. Yes, streamers are what boosted the party packs' popularity, but Jackbox doesn't understand that some games are better serving the player audience first and streaming capabilities second, because filling your pockets should not be more important than making such a quality product for YDKJ fans, but ironically Jackbox has become more bland and corporate

4. Jackbox doesn't expand on Binjpipe, no putting easter eggs of it in pack 9 and naughty pack DOES NOT count as lore or storytelling, you set up this story now actually tell it, it's been 6 years and the most we've gotten is a fibbage episode

that's not to say, I do like the conept of Binjpipe and expanding on it myself, though the way Jackbox treats it and the quality of FS is a real let down

YDKJ FS tried to shoe-hammer in an ill-fitting plot on a watered down version on the game that started it all and it's borderline offensive.

Zeeple Dome > FS

mic drop

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[moa-broke-me]

Most people's first drag show was at a bar. Percy's was a dinner theatre performance of Swan Lake.

He figured he'd go to support his old university's arts program, after all, he couldn't afford to donate as much as his colleagues did every year, and he figured this'd make up for that. Plus, it was his custody weekend, and he always wanted to do something special for his daughter to make these measly two days a month count.

So, he decided he'd kill two birds with one stone, his daughter swinging her feet on the stool she was sat in, eating her macaroni and cheese. "You like it?" He asked.

She nodded. "It's a lot better than the box stuff you make, daddy. Mama Piper makes hers with adacvo, and I'on like adacvo."

He laughed a bit. "Yeah, it's fun eating away from home, isn't it?" He asked, before taking a bite of his ravioli. It was miles ahead of the canned stuff, no offense to Chef Boyardee.

"Mhm! Uncle Jason, can we go get dessert after?"

Ok, so really it was three birds with one stone. Spend time with his daughter, support the art program, and catch up with Jason.

Jason laughed lightly, jostling the baby carrier he had on his chest and causing Leo's baby to stir. "Zora, they're serving dessert here. I'm sure it'll be much better than anything you could get at a fast food place."

"Really? Even subway cookies?"

"Yes, even subway cookies." He turned back to the baby he was sitting, checking that he was ok. The cherubic little boy was almost two, and could walk, so he didn't really need the carrier, but he liked being strapped in tight. "Raph, you good buddy?"

Raphael cooed up at Jason, reaching up to squish his face. "Coo-kie."

Jason laughed. "Aww, man. This kid is adorable." He reached around the carrier to eat his steak. "Thanks for taking us out here. I know it was like, 50 bucks a person. I can wire you back if you want."

"No, no, it's fine. Just enjoy the ballet." Percy looked over, and Odette had just been captured by the wizard, and the transformation sequence was about to begin. He'd watched both the barbie version and the one from 1994 with Zora before, so he knew the plot, but it was so different seeing it on stage. She had been in a simple loose-fitting blue dress, period-appropriately modest but still short enough to move around in. Now though, once the swirling ribbons fell and the colored smoke and glitter dissipated into the air, Odette was in nothing but a white leotard and black ballet shoes, the leotard strapless and embroidered with pearls and feathers and lace and thin black boning. They were all seated in the front, so he could see every detail, every individual feather draped on the underside of her arm, the otherworldly white lashes and pearl in the middle of the forehead, the thin black swirls of eyeliner on her face and sad, swoopy brows and bold black lipstick forming a pout, like an infinitely more attractive version of an old french mime. The white-dyed tips in ink black hair and rich, dark brown eyes and the gentle outward curve of her nose. The freckles on her shoulders and cheeks, dotting her hauntingly beautiful olive-creme skin. the flat chest and narrow, boyish hips...

He looked at the playbill again, to find the name of this incredible being.

There were two names on the bill, one for uncursed Odette, and one for cursed Odette. He skimmed past the first to get to the second.

Nico diAngelo.

He smiled. "Hey, Jason, you took intro to dance right?" I asked, pointing at the name on the bill. "Do you know her?"

"Him. And yeah, we've been friends for years."

"Wait... Him?" He looked back at the stage. "... So that's a guy up there?"

"Yeah."

"... Wow... He's very pretty."

Zora giggled. "Silly daddy, you're s'posed to say handsome for boys! You only say pretty about girls!"

"He's not, though." I told her, lost in thought. "He's... Pretty. The way girls are pretty."

"Huh... So boys can be pretty too?"

"Yes, dear. They absolutely can."

"So... Does that mean girls can be handsome?"

"Oh yeah." Jason answered. "If you want an example, I can pull up a picture of my sister."

"Jason!" Percy scolded.

Jason snorted. "She'd take that as a compliment and you know it."

[kiwis012]

Hey guys I wrote this in german and simply slaped Google-translate over it. I can post the og too if u want, I just had no patience to frie my adhd brain and write it in English. So hear it goes:

I feel nauseous. The feeling after a celebratory meal where you have the feeling you would burst. Or if your grandma meant too well with you since you still have to grow. Only it's not like that. It's not Christmas roast and cookies that are so heavy on my belly. Actually, I didn't eat much. My head must be so full that my thoughts and feelings are now looking for a place in my stomach. If only I could just digest them. Nothing bad happened. No, quite the opposite. I'm luckier than I could wish for. Too lucky. It shouldn't be like that. I tried so hard. It's too much, but... I don't want to lose it either.

Since I was little, I haven't had a hard time learning things. I was always a smart child. Crawling, running, my first word. I was the kid that parents could only brag about. And when I was almost two years old it happened. I got a little brother and I couldn't have asked for anything better. Well, I was still little, what did I want other than keeping the promise I made to my mom when I met my adorable baby brother. But it quickly became apparent that just because we were brothers it didn't mean we were the same. In fact, the difference was as clear as day and night. My brother was not blessed with my luck. For a long time there wasn't a real word coming out of him, just constant crying until your ears were full, whereas I was a quiet baby. He didn't want to learn to walk for ages, he would much rather be carried, even though I tried to help him learn it, even tho I was less than three years old. That's why it started so early. The comparisons.

Our mom was constantly complaining about how difficult it was to get along with him and what an angel I was. And children are not stupid. Unfortunately neither he nor I. It had an impact on both of us that I got the attention he needed. Not only our mother, but also in kindergarten, teachers had difficulty dealing with his temperament and children did not want to have anything to do with him because of his expressive nature. That was wrong. And I noticed that. I knew something had to change, but I didn't blame my brother for it. So there had to be something wrong with me. What I began to change was myself. I started doing things not as well as I could so my brother could do them better. Started to get quiet so my brother could be heard. Started to fade so my brother could be seen. But there's one thing I never changed. I stayed by his side.

Especially after our parents divorced, he needed me more than ever. He was only five and doesn't remember much. We never really explained it to him either. Our mother is not a bad person. She just wasn't a really good mother or wife. Not only how she criticized my brother but also how she spread rumors about others out of jealousy and narcissism so that no one wanted anything to do with her. And worst of all, she slowly started to neglect us more and more, which is why our already overworked dad had to take care of us. This led to serious conversations and heated arguments.

"Damn it Tina, this can't go on. Start taking care of your family!" Dad is always so calm and never yells at us. When we do something he can get serious but never like that. "Shit Joachim, what do you bastard actually want from me! Fuck you, you're not doing shit! We've been living in this dump since I married you dirtbag and nothing has changed, how am I supposed to be happy!?" It's different with mom, she was always like that. She is stricter than dad and it just got worse. But why? "Don't call me that! Do you want the children to learn words like that, how many times should I tell you to stop!" "What do I care about these dirty brats, I shit on them! You bum don't even have a real job, I can't believe I have such a loser as a husband! I should have known better than that a wimp like you was good for anything!" Huh, but dad has a job. Even an entire ice cream shop. All people love it and so do we. He has a magic box where the ice cream doesn't melt even though it's not in the fridge. And the ice cream is also super delicious. People like it too and it tastes best in summer. Sometimes we are even allowed to help a little and the reward was always ice cream. "Then go and look for someone who is better for you! It's one thing that I'm not enough for you, but I don't want to have a terrible woman like you as the mother of my children! I'm fed up with Tina, that's it I want the divorce!" WHAT!? I know what that means. I haven't been at school for long but I've already learned a bit. A girl in my class said that her parents were divorced. This means that they no longer love each other and therefore no longer want to be together. She is always torn between her parents and  that they still argue even though they don't see each other. They always tell her what to say to the other and she feels alone and unloved. "That's fine with me, but don't think it's going to be cheap for you. After all, it's your fault that I've had to suffer for so long!" No. That doesn't really happen. "It doesn't matter, if that's what you need to be happy!" Please don't, no. "Well then I can finally look for a man who knows how to show a woman that he loves her!" That was it? Does mom really think we don't love her? But we do! I do.

When I noticed that mom and dad were going to argue again, I quickly took my brother to our room. I got a really great MP3 player from Grandpa for Christmas. Whenever that happens, I would love to listen to it so loudly that I can't hear anything other than the old songs that Grandpa sometimes even dances to. But only one person can use it at a time. I'd rather give it to my little brother than have him endure these loud screams and bad words. And today it's perhaps better that way. Because now I can tell mom that I love her, then there will be no divorce. I quickly walk to the door but stop when I hear my brother trying to follow me. He knows that he shouldn't move the headphones until I take them off him. I lead him back to his bed and try to explain to him that he should stay sitting. He doesn't like it, but he stays. I go to the door again. Downstairs, mom and dad are still arguing. I open it carefully. Shortly before I close it completely I show my brother again that he should wait. Just to be sure.

I quickly run to mom and dad in the kitchen. I'm afraid to go in. That doesn't matter now, I have to help mom so she stays with us. Already in tears, I run towards her and hug her as tightly as I can with my little body. "No, Mom, please don't go! I love you and Leon too and I'm sure Dad too. Please, I don't want you to /" *SMACK*

"Shut the fuck up!" It happened so fast, what? "Marlon!" She's never done that before. "Are you completely crazy!? How can you hit a child!?" Dad, what's wrong, why is this all happening? "Kiss my ass! Why should I care about this freak, he and the other fuckup should never have existed! They're no longer my problem, if you don't want them either, give them away, or, better yet, drown them! That's all they are /" " GET OUT OF MY HOUSE OR I'LL CALL THE POLICE!" Mom leaves while dad holds me tightly in his arms. They're still screaming at each other. Until mom slams the door so loudly that the whole house bangs. Now it's quiet.

"Marlon are you okay? Show daddy your face please." Dad carefully moved my head to look at the large mark on my cheek. It still hurts and feels warm. And my bottom too because I flew on it, but not that hard. "Come on, let's put a cold cloth on it so it won't hurt anymore. And how about some ice cream because you were so brave." Why should I get ice cream now? He carefully sits me down on the kitchen counter. Mom doesn't like it when we sit up there. "Dad?" It feels like my voice is stuck in my throat. "Yeah big guy, what's wrong?" Dad also talks strangely and smiles weird too. It's very stiff. He has wet a tea towel and carefully places it on my cheek. It feels good. "Aren't you mad at me?" Dad looks at me very sadly. "How? Marlon darling no why should I be mad at you?" "Well because I made Mom mad. I didn't want that. I thought if she knew how much we loved her everything would be okay. But now she's gone. I'm sorry Dad." Talking became more and more difficult. My voice is like a big knot in my throat and my eyes are getting wet. Dad huged me tight. "Nonononono Marlon darling no, it's not your fault. I love you with all my heart, you're wonderful my boy. You have nothing to do with it. I'm so very sorry that I let it get to this point. It shouldn't have Please forgive me." Dad also starts crying and shaking really badly. I don't think Dad is lying, but I can't quite believe him. How am I supposed to tell Leon?

[grounded-gryphon]

Mad Mentors And Fractured Families draft

Hey, so, Rai and I FINALLY finished the draft for MMFF that we've been working on since September and expected to start posting in October.

It's just been that kind of year.

Anyway, this is the third in a series of DC x DP that we've been posting over on AO3. I was REALLY bad about sharing the first two here. Because life and brain and shit.

But I though to celebrate finally finishing I'd share the draft of the first chapter here, and if folks like I can share the rest?

Let me know what you think

Chapter 1

Danny Fenton

Danny asked Lady Gotham politely to show him where to meet Batman for this chat

Lady Gotham leads him to the Clocktower. Batman shows up before too long.

Danny nods to him. "Batman."

"Your majesty."

"You asked me to convince Hood to talk with you. I've...done what I can concerning your request. There's a...complication." Danny frowns. "What do you know about ghostly obsessions?"

Batman narrows his eyes, "I am learning. I do not trust all my sources."

"Fair enough. In the plainest English that makes sense, an obsession is like a ghost's favorite...passion but also food. Fulfilling the obsession generates energy for the ghost."

Batman nods.

"I won't give you specifics, but just know that Hood's might...go a little haywire at seeing you. I don't actually know how, though. We believe any reunion needs to be handled… gradually."

"I see."

"Nightwing had extended and invitation to your 'family brunch', but right now we think that would be a very bad idea. His obsession would not handle seeing so many people at once and I don't know what it would do to him.

Batman frowns.

"I promise, we are going to help him everyway we can. He wants you back in his life. Not only that, he needs you. But we need to find a way to do it safely."

Batman nods, deeply enough it is almost a bow. "Thank you."

Danny nods. "You're welcome."

"One other thing," Danny said. "Jason… is concerned abuot how you feel about him now. About if you'll even want him in your life. You're no-kill rule…"

Batman hesitates and sighs. "I am... not comfortable with many things Hood has done since returning to Gotham. But he will always be my son."

"Good."

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Dick Grayson (needs rewrite)

Bruce was surprised to get home to find Dick already de-suiting in the batcave.

Nightwing had mostly been staying in bludhaven the last week, and Dick had said nothing about returning to the manor tonight.

Neither said anything while they showered, checked for injuries, and changed, but on the way up to the manor Bruce asked, "You're staying the night?"

Dick nodded. “Yeah.”

Bruce nodded. "I spoke with the High King earlier. You were right, something is wrong, probably something related to why he stayed away this long." Bruce is bewildered and a bit hurt that Jason would need support. Surely his son knew how much he was loved, welcomed, missed.... but Bruce had never been a good parent, and it was one of his screwups that had sent Jason to his death, so maybe Jason didn't, maybe Bruce was just going to muck things up again, maybe--

"Bruce," Dick shook his shoulder, and Bruce realized that he had stopped halfway up the stairs. "Snap out of it."

"Sorry."

Dick grabbed his arm and started hauling him up the stairs. "Come on, if we don't both get some sleep tonight Alfred will not be happy. And take a break on the beating yourself up, okay?"

"I'll try." Bruce let Dick lead him upstairs to Alfred's waiting presence.

Alfred hands each of them a plate of cookies -- reward or bribe for finishing the night without injuries, Bruce is never sure which. "I have the menu prepared for tomorrow" he says. "Master Tim is in bed and is restricted to one cup of caffinated beverage a day until further notice."

"Thank you Alfred."

"You are welcome, I'm sure. Now. Eat your cookies and get ready for bed yourselves."

Dick gripped Bruce's shoulder before turning away, but n o so fast that Bruce couldn't see the conflicted emotions in Dick's eyes.

Bruce hesitated. H e was so bad at being a parent. "Dick," he finally said.

"Yeah?"

Bruce thought of Danny's words. Of the things he'd noticed Dick carefully /not/ saying the past few weeks. Jason might not be the only one who needed to know he was accepted. "I'm not blind you know. And it's... okay. What your feeling. It's okay."

Dick looked at Bruce and frowned. "Bruce... I..."

"You never had a chance to /be/ his brother, Dick, and that was my fault. If I'd been better, listened more, you would have been around and things might have been different. But they weren't. So it's okay to start fresh with him. Whatever that means to you. Okay?"

Dick blushed. "You've been talking with Wonder Woman haven't you?"

"Ma Kent," Bruce mumbled.

Dick laughed and went up to bed.

---

Jason Todd

Jason woke up and lay in bed staring at the ceiling. The entire mess that was yesterday replaying in his head. Danny surprising him with Batman's... request. Telling the rest of the Fraid his history. Danny identifying his obsession.

/FAMILY/

It beat at his core, which he was starting to recognize. It felt like a solid hunk of granite, but fractured through with fissures that leaked /green/.

The same green that had been poisoning his thoughts and fucking with his perceptions for the past three years.

/FAMILY/ his core pulsed again, stronger even than the /green/ and the /rage/. Fraid was family, or could be. He knew that now, had felt in the way they had all held him yesterday, sending support and understanding -- even Tucker who still didn't entirely trust him.

But he also felt the bleeding ruptures of his lost family. The bonds that he had never fully trusted until they were gone, ripped away when he needed them most. Poisoned by fucking Talia and the /green/. Then ripped out and destroyed by his own actions.

Except that Dick still, somehow, wanted to see him. Except that B -- as Batman of all things -- had sought Danny out and asked for help seeing Jason.

Except that since the night he'd kidnapped Tim and Dick, none of them had crossed into Crime Alley without his permission. They waited. For him.

And maybe that was telling him something.

---

Jazz Fenton

Jazz tossed and turned in bed. Finally, as dawn crept through the smog, she got up, dressed in one of her new outfits from the shopping trip with Lidia, and went downstairs to make coffee. If Jason's obsession was family, and with everything he'd lost already, she knew the Fraid could never replace what was before. And what was she going to do for Danny? He needed a fucking break, and this last week and a half had gone at breakneck speed.

It took everything in her to keep the protective fury bubbling inside at bay. She didn't know what would happen if she lost her temper now, but it felt dangerous. She wanted her baby brother to have a normal life, her new crush to feel some kind of healing, and she couldn't do any of it. She took several deep breaths as she measured out the coffee. Breakfast first. She always felt better in the morning after food.

Jason came down the stairs quietly -- physically, anyway. His ghostspeak was crying /FAMILY-lost-breathe-green/ with only the faintest whispers of /rage/ underneath it all. "Hey Jazz."

"Hey." Her ghost speak answered his with /here for you/ and a whisper of /fury/ and /need to be helpful/. She winced as all of it came through. "Sorry."

She poured the water in the coffee maker and watched it drip through.

He rubbed his chest as his core continued to cry for /FAMILY/ but was calm when he spoke. "Don't be. I don't... Wherever we're going here, Jazz, I don't want any secrets between us." He smiles, and it's the realest smile she's seen from him. "And I think I'm actually doing better."

She smiled a bit at that. "That makes one of us, at least on the doing better part." She leaned against the counter, eyes on him now. "No secrets, huh?"

He shrugs. "As best we can. I think we both know a lot of other people's secrets, but for my stuff, yeah, ask and I'll tell you." His ghostspeak continues to pulse /FAMILY/ and /green/ but also /trust you/ and /mine-fraid-special/

She sighed. "Well, the first thing I'll tell you, Danny didn't try to become High King. He just did what he does. Protected everyone from the last asshole. We had no idea rite of combat was the way a new king would be decided."

/everything's gone sideways/ and /thanks/ and /he needs a break/

"So..." /FAMILY-fraid-mine/ "what can we do to give him one?"

"I think that's why he tried to plan a movie day. Especially since he said he's planning on torturing us all with space documentaries. He wanted to be an astronaut before everything happened." She sighed, scowled, her eyes glowing aqua fire. "I just want my little brother to be okay." /furious at all the trouble/ and /not you/ and /worried about him/

"I think he just needs some time with Sam and Tucker, and he's trying so hard to help you, me, and Dick as well, that he's getting lost again."

Jason nods. "So we need tonight to be as chill as possible." He takes a deep breath. "Which, if I understand how this obsession stuff words, means I should probably pull on my big boy pants and give Dick a call." /FAMILY-lost-green-mine-pain/

"That's a good idea. I can stay while you do." /obsessions are a bitch/

Jason nods. "That'd help, beautiful. You might want to talk with Danny first though." /FAMILY-idea-green-mischief-rage-FAMILY/

She raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" /what are you planning/ and /curious/

"Well, there's no reason Danny has to be dealing with all the JL stuff. For instance, Nightwing could report to /you/ as the High King's representative."

"You are a fucking genius." She hugs him, pulls away blushing. "Except for your plan to shove your whole life into one room."

Jason blushes at the hug, then blinks at her words. "My what?"

"Sam told me you have all of your stuff in that single room upstairs." She crosses her arms and cocks her hip. "You allowed us into your home, not the other way around."

"Yeah, well." He rubbed the back of his neck. "This place was as new to me as it was to you, you know. But I'll probably start spreading out a bit more now." /FAMILY-fraid-welcome-green/ "It'd be good to have a home again."

She smiles. "I'll go talk to Danny, then."

---

Sam Manson

Jazz and Jason head next door. Sam sees them coming in first thing in the morning while the coffee is still hot and groans. "What now?"

Tucker laughs. "Ever the optimist, huh Sam?"

Danny just rolls his eyes and focuses on not freezing his coffee.

Sam grumbles. Jason gives her a light noggie. "Don't worry, we love you too." /FAMILY-mine-green-intruding?/

Danny shakes his head. "Just hoping this isn't some other major catastrophe." /fuck/ as his mug slips through his hand and thuds on the table, somehow managing to stay upright. He goes intangible to avoid the hot coffee that does splash.

Tucker grabs something to clean up the coffee.

Jazz smiles. "No. Just an idea Jason had."

Sam narrows her eyes. /sugar swans/ "What kind of idea?"

Jason chokes. "Hey, those weren't my idea."

Sam, "You practically dared me to!"

Jason, "Me? I told you not to."

Sam, "Exactly!"

Jason rolls his eyes

Jazz giggles, "You told her not to?" /of course she did/ still not fully grasping the sugar swans debacle, and shrugs. "Anyway, he suggested the JL could report to me as the High King's representative."

Tucker finished wiping up the coffee. "Huh. Representative, huh? Kinda like Nightwing is the liaison?"

Danny looked up from his now-abandoned coffee mug. "That's...huh..."

Jason shrugs, "Something like that. Or an ambassador maybe. Kinda like how the president doesn't negotiate directly with the UN."

Danny leans back in his seat, gives Jazz a considering look.

Sam thinks about it a minute, then nods. "It makes sense, Danny. Is there any reason you need to keep taking to Nightwing about everything yourself?"

Danny frowns. /if I don't/ He shakes his head. "I...I don't think so? Jazz...are you sure you want to do this?"

Jazz nods, determined. "I'll keep you updated on everything, but your first priority is to heal right now. That's why we came here. If I can help you do that by taking on JL negotiations, I will."

Tucker snorts. "You're kinda thrilled about this, aren't you, Jazz?"

She shrugs.

"Yeah, thought so." Tucker nods, "I'm down for that. Give us a chance to give you a break, dude." he rests a hand on Danny's shoulder.

Sam, "I wonder if there are like, ghost rules for something like this." She pulls out one of her notebooks. "We should ask Lady Gotham, since she's offered to explain things. The king has to be able to delegate, right?"

Danny shrugs. "Don't see why I wouldn't be able to, but having some more information couldn't hurt."

Sam makes a few notes, nods to herself, and closes the book.

"You're gonna ask her later, Sam?" Danny eyes the notebook.

Tucker chuckles. "That's where she keeps her questions for...well, everyone and everything, so probably."

Sam, "Well I'm not calling her up right now. But it might help."

"Alright. As far as I'm concerned, Jazz, you are now Ambassador of the High King. The Justice League talks to you for everything that I don't need to deal with directly."

Jason nods. "Alright! I need to give dickhead a call anyway, want me to pass on the good news?"

Jazz smiles. "I was gonna leave these three be, but please do."

---

Dick Grayson

Dick was digging into a bowl of Choco-Nut Puffs with peanut butter when his phone rang. He picked it up and saw "unknown number." His eyes widened when the call cut off after two rings, started again, cut off after one ring, started again. He raced to accept the call, not even bothering to finish swallowing.

"Yasyn?" He mumbled through a peanut butter sticky mouth.

There was silence for a moment. "You remembered."

The wonder and surprise in Jason's voice brought tears to his eyes. Dick hurried to swallow and said. "Of course I remembered, Little Wing. You're -- you've always been -- important to me. I remember all of our codes."

"Oh."

Dick took a deep breath and tried to get a handle on his emotion. "So, is everything okay? I figure you didn't call just to chat."

"Kinda? I mean, Danny asked me to pass on a message, but only because I was calling anyway? Just... some personal shit came up and, and I know I don't have the right to ask. Kinda surprised you're still talking to me really, with... with nearly shooting you and everything--"

"Jason!" Dick cuts Jason off before he can talk himself into the spiral Dick can hear building.

"Jason, no matter what, I will always be here for you, okay? We're family. So tell me what you need."

Jason gasped and said, so quietly Dick barely heard him, "Family."

"Yeah, Jay. That's what I said. So tell me what's going on." He was starting to get worried now. Jason sounded so different from the last time they'd talked. Not as angry. Vulnerable. Almost afraid.

Whoever had made his Little Wing afraid was going to learn a new meaning of fear.

"Family," Jason repeated, louder this time. "That's... I need... family."

Dick held his breath, not sure what to say. What Jason meant. Not daring to hope.

"Talia... When first came back, she told me things, showed me things. She lied, Big Bird."

"What did she lie about, Jay?"

"That no one cared. That I'd been forgotten. Replaced. Abandoned."

Dick's breath caught. He wanted to scream a denial, but he sensed that wasn't what Jason needed now. Jason had said Talia lied. He knew it wasn't true, but that didn't tell Dick what Jason needed.

(Dick was going to destroy Talia. He didn't care what she was to Bruce, or how powerful she was. He was going to find the bitch and make her regret ever being born for how she had hurt his Little Wing.)

"She lied, Dick. She aimed me at Robin, specifically. But she lied about all of it. And I was so angry."

"So angry because I needed yous. I needed my family. And I had no one."

Dick filed the comment about Robin away for later. If Talia had sent Jason after Robin there was a reason for it, but now wasn't the time. "You have me. Whatever you want from me, Jaybird. Whatever you need."

"Can you come over early today? So we can talk?"

[coffeecatsandhealth]

12/28/24

Making ricotta pie for the first time. It's lemony and sweet like a custard. It's apparently a common dessert for Italians around Easter. I guess not my family, because I had never heard of it, but found it when looking for approachable Italian desserts to go with the Christmas lasagna we'll have tomorrow. The only thing about it that makes it Christmas lasagna is that we're having it for Christmas. Lol. I'm a whisper bit of Italian so I don't look it and I barely have any in my bloodline. My fiance loves our family lasagna and requested it for Christmas this year.

So far, I've made the ricotta pie (it's in the oven), cranberry cookies, and pecan pie. I'm going to make some gingersnaps tonight to put in the cookie jar as we're trying to make more things at home like cookies and buy less of them. My very cute fiance has a big sweet tooth. I've been mostly using older recipes that seem to use less sugar overall. I've recently tried sour cream cookies from an Amish recipe from one of my cookbooks and one from Baking Yesteryear. I liked the Amish one a teensy bit better, but I had to cut the recipe into 1/4 the original yield because a lot of the Amish cookie recipes I found are enough to feed an army.

The gingersnap recipe I'll be using is vegan, which I sought out on purpose because I ran out of eggs. I figure if things get weird and difficult under Trump like I suspect, it won't hurt to be creative with cooking like learning how to bake things like cookies without eggs for instance. There's some logic there. I'm thinking about vegetarian and vegan meals too here and there if meat and dairy prices go up, but nothing too complicated and fussy ideally. I have quite a library of my cookbooks growing.

I haven't really had much of a chance to exercise lately, but honestly I've mostly been trying to take it easy outside cleaning and cooking because I've had a little time off of work this past week. I sorta dread going back to work because I am unsupervised and left to my own devices because haha, oh yeah I'm a project manager. I feel like I don't know what I'm doing sometimes and I need to come up with a game plan for some work stuff soon. I've been dreading that and I hope things come to me mentally because they haven't.

Ah, also recently had med changes. I stopped taking Topiramate because it's not working for weight loss and I think it's been making me tired and foggy headed during the day. I've decreased Lexapro and have the goal of going off of it, and I've started Pristiq. This is all under the guidance of my prescriber. So we're seeing if this works for me. In the short term I do feel like I have more energy and I don't feel as groggy waking up in the morning. I actually feel well-rested. I'm still sleeping too much but it'll take awhile for my new meds to work. Here's hoping they work better for me and here's hoping that they don't get fucked up when my health insurance switches to United Healthcare on 1/1/25. I'm not pleased to be going to them. 😑

In other news, I am working on a list of things to not buy in 2025, things to buy less of, and things that aren't restricted by the aforementioned categories that I felt needed to be called out. One thing my fiance is suggesting we buy less of is concert tickets. 😅 He's right though. We went big because some of the concerts are for our honeymoon but we can't in good faith go buckwild the whole year JUST because we're getting married.

Oh yeah, we've recently decided to go for the courthouse wedding and I feel good about it now. I had reservations at first but it feel a hell of a lot better about it now tbh. We have a vague idea of when we might get married. We're considering the spring equinox or the first Saturday after the spring equinox because I looked and found that it generally falls between March 20-21 every year and if we go for 3/22 it'll always be a day of spring and not sometimes winter. I like the idea of us getting married in spring as a new beginning and he likes it too so thats what we're thinking for now. It all sorta depends on when I find the right dress and how long it'll take to get tailored properly.

Now off to make more cookies!

[akariarda]

The hard side of growing up-1st Part

TFSM is obsessed with healthy eating and training. Garmadon and Wu go through the pros and cons of such a parent.

Thanks @master-jarrus for the request!!-Tell me what you think and I hope the next part will be soon.

"Pstt Wu!" Ten-year-old Garmadon angrily put his finger to his lips.

"I'm scared." Wu softly whined. "What if Father..?"

"Father won't find out." Garmadon smiled slightly and patted Wu on the shoulder. "Trust me."

Wu looked deeply into his eyes for a long moment and then slowly smiled back, deciding to trust his older brother.

"Just a little more…" Garmadon whispered as he climbed onto a chair. He reached out to grab… so close…

"Garmadon, Wu?!" TFSM turned on the lights in the pantry, astonished.

"Aaa!" Wu screamed.

"What are you doing?" TFSM asked, bewildered, as he scooped Wu into his arms.

"I, um…Wu was hungry, so I went to get some milk and a few cookies for both of us…" Garmadon tried to pull off an excuse.

"Then why did Wu get so scared when I walked in?" TFSM raised an eyebrow skeptically.

"Um…" Garmadon swallowed. "Because…"

"Wu, tell me the truth." TFSM looked directly into the eyes of the six-year-old. Garmadon also looked at him, warning him not to say anything.

"I… I…" Wu was sweating from all the attention directed at him. He just wanted to escape the situation.

"Garmadon and I wanted to take a cookie!" Wu finally burst into tears from the pressure.

"It's okay, shhh." TFSM said, though he didn't truly mean it. When Wu calmed down, he set him down and took a deep breath.

"We need to have a talk in the living room."

"But…" Garmadon started, but TFSM interrupted him. "Now."

"Alright…" Wu and Garmadon said glumly as they headed to the living room.

"What did I tell you about eating cookies?"

"Why are they there if we can't eat them?" Garmadon crossed his arms angrily.

"Who said you can't…" TFSM exhaled.

"It's not fair that we get a little cookie once a month if we're good, and you give it to other peole in Ninjago!" Garmadon continued to argue.

"I'm concerned for your health!" TFSM said defensively.

"But cookies aren't that bad…" Wu added quietly. Unlike Garmadon, he didn't like to oppose Father.

"They are…" TFSM sighed. "You have no idea what sweets can do to you."

"They can't kill us." Garmadon said sadly.

"They can, believe me." TFSM insisted.

"Please, Father." Wu said, looking at him with big eyes. "Just a little…"

"Very little." Garmadon added quietly. TFSM took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Time for bed; we'll talk tomorrow…" he said sadly. He didn't like upsetting the boys, but…

"You don't love us!" Garmadon burst into tears and started heading towards his room.

"I love you, that's why I don't give you…" TFSM said, but Garmadon had already slammed the door.

"Do you understand me, Wu?" he gently asked, kneeling beside him. Wu only frowned and followed Garmadon.

~

"I'm so fed up with these training sessions!" Seventeen-year-old Garmadon panted and sat on a rock.

He grabbed a water bottle to drink, but it was empty.

"You can have some of my water." Thirteen-year-old Wu said, sitting beside him.

"Thanks." Garmadon said and took a sip.

"I'm pretty tired of this too…" Wu said quietly.

"Yeah, and why don't you admit that Father is wrong for once?" Garmadon mumbled.

"You know he cares about us, that's why he does this so much…" Wu replied but paused.

"Abuses." Garmadon offered.

"Yeah…" Wu said softly. "All these strict trainings and rigid diets…"

"I'm so tired of it; it's been too long." Garmadon buried his head in his hands. "I wish I knew what was going on in his head…"

"We're healthy." Wu proposed a solution.

"Yeah, but we wouldn't be much less healthy if he were just a little easier on us…" Garmadon frowned.

"I agree." Wu sighed. "What if we tried talking to him?"

"We've tried a hundred times." Garmadon said angrily. "Always the same…"

"There you are!" TFSM shouted when he saw them. "Enough resting; quickly, run after me."

"I’ll catch up." Garmadon said and continued running after his father, out of breath.

"Me too…" Wu mumbled, trying to keep pace with him.

"What a perfect place to start training!!"

"Start!" Panting, Wu and Garmadon shouted.

"Of course." TFSM smiled. "I'm so glad to be here with you kids…"

"I didn't imagine a trip would be like this." Garmadon frowned.

"I don't want to go on any more trips." Wu said, seizing the opportunity to sit down while TFSM was looking away.

"Come on, boys, where is your youthful strength?" TFSM turned to them. Something grumbled loudly.

"I'm hungry!" Garmadon said nervously, holding his stomach.

"I thought about that too." TFSM said proudly and handed Garmadon an apple.

"This wouldn't be enough to feed a two-year-old, let alone me!" Garmadon shouted angrily.

"Don't worry, I prepared us some stew when we get back, and then I'll tell you those adventures you love; this will be…"

"No!" Garmadon shook his head immediately.

"What?" TFSM looked at him confused.

"What Garmadon means to say is that we wanted to ask you to loosen up your regime a bit…" Wu said, trying to avoid an argument.

"We're fed up!!" Hungry Garmadon said and angrily threw the apple to the ground. He turned to leave, but his father stopped him.

"Garmadon, stop!" TFSM called, and he turned around. "Do you think it would be easier for me if I weren't like this?" He raised an eyebrow.

Both brothers fell silent.

"But I do this for your health… Because I love you."

"Pft." Garmadon scoffed.

"Now let's continue." TFSM said calmly and started training while his sons followed him.

Garmadon wished he had more strength to resist his father, but such things had become a habit. He looked at Wu, who was worried.

He didn't want their time together to be spoiled by arguments. He returned Garmadon's gaze with an expression of "maybe another time…"

Garmadon exhaled in frustration and sighed sadly. Father won't change. He knew that…

"A little more energy, boys!"

PART2

[happyk44]

Percy: Alright. I have brought you all together to help me in my ultimate goal: Win Nico's heart and then immediately break his ass in my bed.

Frank: Oh my gods, Percy, this is not what you said when you asked me to come over.

Persephone: I was told there were gonna be cookies.

Menoetes: I cannot believe I'm wasting my lunch break on this.

Percy: Two of you are dating a child of Hades, and one of you is married to the man. I figure between the three of you, I should probably get some really good advice. Frank, let's start with you.

Frank: First of all, Hazel and Nico are not the same person, so I'm not sure what advice I can give you. Second, I don't even really know how Hazel and I got together, so again. Not sure what advice I can give you.

Percy: Frank, I love you, but you're useless to me right now. You, flower princess, let's go.

Persephone:

Persephone: Ignoring that semi-accurate epithet, I would say... Be really pretty and enticing so he'll want to kidnap you. That worked out pretty well for me.

Frank: I think that only works if Nico is the one pursuing though.

Persephone: Oh, yeah, good point.

Percy: Okay, so you're also useless. You, farmer man, go.

Menoetes: Well, I first met Zagreus when he was a baby. He was very cute, and became immediately obsessed with me, although, given his age and stature at the time, I could not say the same. Then when he was sixteen, he did what all the Underworld babies do and went on a year long trip to explore the upper world.

Menoetes: Although, unlike the others, he did immediately join a cult, and ended up coming back home with no penis, but he doesn't really mind that part and he still visits Dionysus regularly.

Percy: I don't need the backstory of your relationship, I need advice.

Menoetes: I am getting there, dumbass. Learn patience. Anyway, when he came home, I thought, yes, this is now a person I can find attractive. So I asked him if he wanted to have sex and he immediately said yes, and Macaria said that if we fucked in her kitchen, she would eviscerate us both, so we just moved to my room.

Menoetes: And now we've been together ever since. So I guess my advice would be just tell him you like him, and want to date. You know, be honest. Be open.

Percy:

Percy: Maybe I should ask Jason for help.

[wannabepapa]

Haiii!!!!! Coming in with an ask to hopefully brighten your day at least a little!

I keep thinking about renting a quiet cabin somewhere where there's lots of snow for the holidays. I'm due in a month or so, so we wanted to spend one last holiday season snuggled up together before our bundle of joy is here. We get snowed in, but there's no cause for worry; we've got plenty of supplies and each other's company. Cozying up next to the fire, donning massive sweaters that look ridiculous yet adorable on us. Mine would be tight around the belly, but that makes for easy belly rub access, so I view that as a plus. I'd get you all situated by the fire with plenty of pillows and blankets before waddling off, coming back a few minutes later with some warm cookies and two mugs of cocoa. After everything's situated and settled, I'd crawl into your cocoon of blankets to snuggle up next to ya, letting my belly, alive with the movements of our little nugget, rest gently on your tummy. A perfect evening for a snowed-in couple of goobers, and as the fire smolders to embers, we'd either sleepily head to bed or decide to stay snuggled up on the couch for the night.

Or something like that sdjbahdahsbfha I am rambling hard. I am very eepy so thoughts are a little jumbly rn. Anyways enjoy this slightly messy Marin Brain Thought™

Marin, light of my life, the sweetest friend to ever exist!!!!!!!!! I am kissing your head because that brain is beautiful and I am so very appreciative of this ask it hits me in the feels for the cozy and domestic stuff!!

We take this moment—it's the holiday season and we deserve a break before baby comes—to disappear into a cozy cabin for the remainder of the holiday season. Our perfect second baby moon (I would have taken you on another holiday while you were around five months pregnant because the woman carrying my baby DESERVES A HOLIDAY) to not only reign in the new year but to celebrate us before bringing in a new being. I have made sure that we've got the coziest place with the perfect views before booking our nearly three week trip.

I have purposefully overpacked so we would have our favorite blankets, pillows, pjs, and even some of the baby's stuffed toys so we would feel comfortable on vacation. I have never been anywhere that has snow that didn't melt the next day so this is exciting for me. I've got new jackets and jumpers for us to cuddle in by the fire so we stay pleasantly bundled while watching the snow fall. I hope the baby is as excited for this trip as we are because this cabin is perfect and I don't really want to leave.

You bury me in our soft things and all the things we found in the cabin to make a nest of the living room floor. We don't have our at home but this will do as a temporary replacement. I keep trying to drag you back in to get warm though you keep escaping my grasp to waddle away. When you come back with snacks and cocoa I can't help but imagine our little nugget toddling right beside you with our newest addition nestled safely in your now noticeable bump. Who knows, maybe I'll be the one wrapped up in blankets with our newest addition while you get snacks for our happy toddler.

As you nestle down beside me my arms bring you in close, a hand spraying over your swell to feel our baby. That jumper is stretched so thin we can see their movements clearly—I love pointing out their little feet and poking them to play. Once we're settled I talk about how this is a perfect tradition to continue with our family, and how I can't wait to have another baby with you.

[silyabeeodess]

FusionFall Fic: Rocket Around the Christmas Tree (Part 1/3)

Tech Square was lit up so merry and bright for the holidays that it was a miracle it hadn't gone on fire. Literally: There were Mandroids and Dexbots on stand-by just in case. The risk wouldn't keep either of the young scientists from their excessive decorating though.

It wasn't exactly like they were big fans of the season either. As Tech Square was one of the safest areas in the war, the Mayor had simply asked the pair if they could participate in that year's city-wide celebrations. They'd resisted at first, but the small, elderly man had insisted that it was best to give people plenty to be cheerful for despite the looming threat of Planet Fusion.

"And of course we can't let any of those goopy, little gremlins scare away Santa!" he'd said over the Nanocomm broadcast when he'd first announced the event.

So, with many of their staff pushing for it as well, Dexter and Mandark begrudgingly agreed to cover their companies in festive affair. However, as with all things between the two, it ultimately turned into a competition. Now, no one could look in any direction without being blinded by giant Christmas bulbs, glistening icicle fixtures, and blazing red Santas and Rudolphs. Whenever either of them set out a new decoration, the other would have to one-up it.

They had called for all hands to be on deck. Not even research participants like Silya, who had only been passing through the City, were exempt. Dressed in a deep navy sweater, she stood midways up a Christmas tree in the Dexlabs lobby, hanging various blue and white geometric ornaments. Like others, she'd called out a few of her nanos to help, who were busily tending to their own tasks. DeeDee was also there on a short visit. Meanwhile, Dexter stood not far away, observing the setup as he looked over a checklist.

"We've got the lobby almost ready, we've covered the roof... At this rate, we won't be finished by tomorrow unless we can recruit some more help," he tapped the screen before calling his employee's name, "Silya, when do you have to rush out of here? If you can stay until morning, there's plenty of room at the on-site quarters."

Without looking away from her work, she shook her head, "Dex, if I'm not on my way back to Farmville by tonight, my mom will come barreling through the front doors and you'll have a lot more to worry about than Krampus this year."

She had already had enough of her mom trying to get her to quit both Dexlabs and the Fusion Fighters, and she didn't want to add to that by missing the holidays when she could help it. It made sense that her family was worried; they were the ones left to grieve when she and the other research participants went missing during the time-travel experiment. However, her mother had always been... a little on the overbearing, overprotective side to begin with. She'd been far from thrilled when Silya signed-onto the war effort. Whatever awaited her at home, Silya could at least show off that she was doing alright.

Meanwhile, this would be her nanos first Christmas. Maybe it was a bit too sentimental, given everything they had to fight for right now, but Silya wanted them to have a good time.

Out of the corner of her eye, Silya noticed her Bubbles nano, Lemon, carrying a paper plate from the direction of a nearby break room. There was a milk jug and cookies balanced on top of it that looked like she'd fetched from the vending machines. The nano carefully pushed it onto a side table closest to the tree.

Dexter soon noticed it. He pointed the tip of his stylus over at the plate, "What is that?"

Lemon folded her hands together and answered him innocently, "Cookies for Santa!"

"It's not Christmas Eve just yet, hon," Silya said as she leaned around the tree, "Santa's not gonna show up this early."

"Santa's not going to show up at all..." Dexter grumbled under his breath in a voice only loud enough for those closest to him to hear. A few confused or hard looks went his way.

"Alright, Scrooge..." Silya rubberboated, "I figured you weren't the biggest believer in Christmas magic, but what'd Santa ever do to you?"

"Santa didn't do anything," DeeDee piped up with a smirk. With a light bounce, she finished hanging a string of tinsel around the lobby's front desk. "Dexter attacked Santa."

The looks the young scientist was getting only grew in number. His mouth drew into a hard line and his shoulders raised, the fierce heat of an embarrassed blush painting his face.

"Like... a mall Santa...?" someone asked.

"The real Santa," DeeDee replied. She fished a handful of tabletop decorations out of a box next, practically dancing as she set them up and told her story, "Dexter didn't believe in him when we were little, so he practically went on a rampage one Christmas trying to prove that Santa didn't exist. He hasn't gotten anything from him since."

"I own a company! I can get whatever I want for Christmas myself!" he barked at her, his face even redder, "Who needs a stupid present from a stupid old guy anyway?"

"I think you scared him off! Just be glad he doesn't give you coal!"

What Dexter had done sounded extreme, but had it really been something so unforgiveable? When he was just a kid making a dumb decision?

No sooner had she thought this though, Silya remembered all of the other kinds of chaos Dexter's antics could cause: The experiments gone wild, the robot fights in the streets, the collateral damage...

Dexter shot her a glare, "What's that look for?!"

Silya grinned at him with a wince. As far as Dexter doubting the existence of Santa went, it was a tale as old as time for any kid. Even when you grew to be an adult, there was plenty of debate about it. There were too many sightings, too many shared experiences of gifts left under the tree that no one remembered buying. However, there were also too many different stories. Some said that Santa only gave gifts to kids and others to everyone; some said he had a deep, full laugh and others said he sounded like a parrot choking on one-too-many crackers. He was a superhuman, an imaginary friend, a vampire—the stories went on and on.

All Silya knew was that her Santa always got her something. When her time of doubt came, she took to heart a bit of advice that her mother had given: If you stop believing in him, then he definitely won't come.

Her only worry right now was for her nanos. Would they be on his list, or was there even time to add them to it? Her team stayed so busy and only grew as the war went on. She couldn't even get them anything decent herself. Even if she could, there wasn't much available for their small size. Her best hope for showing off the holiday was a jolly, old elf doing most of the heavy-lifting for her. Maybe she was getting too old, but they deserved some wonder and fun as hard as they fought by her side.

She looked back at Lemon, "Just share the cookies with the others or put them back in the break room for now."

However, before either of them could make another move, one of the front doors flew open with a loud bang. An armored fusion fighter ran inside, a panicked look in eyes. His hair was disheveled and his cheek singed.

Heaving in exhaustion, he shouted, "We've got Killowatts on the south side—lots of them!"

Part 2

[throes-of-redemption]

"hey you": a submission to a departed blog

You'll never see this. You'll never post this. Unless they have Tumblr in whichever realm you exist in now.

I have regrets. The last time we spoke I was dismissive. I honestly didn't think it would be the last time we'd run into each other after a long absence. Well, it wasn't the first time either. But before then I was convinced I'd never hear or see you again. I was wrong twice. Fuck.

Anyway, since we last spoke I've felt like been an asshole. A selfish pervert with bad habits and boundary issues. It's disgusting.

At first, my decision to leave you alone was to protect my emotions.  We've already talked about it, but it was impossible to settle for just being friends. It was painful. You deserved better-so much better than me tbh. In retrospect, I wonder if you were trying to protect your friends from the heartache of your sudden loss. I suppose I felt justified in letting you go. I finally found someone to fill the void that you were never meant to fill (see, that already sounds dumb as hell cause people aren't responsible for filling each other's vacancies). Besides, reigniting our friendship might have caused unnecessary drama in my current relationship. Nonetheless, it felt right. 

Now that you're not here anymore it feels like I miss you a bit more all the time. I miss your new obsessions every month, and the way your eyes light up whenever you talk about some fictional character in some obscure piece of media only nerds like you know about. Shit, I logged back into Tumblr for the first time in like 6 years, and in less than 3 days I'm here scrolling through your blog checking out the last things you posted. I miss your queer fanfics and head canons. I miss the eloquent way you spoke when you read. I miss you tryna bake, even though I would sit there and eat them burnt cookies. I miss bickering about Star Wars v Harry Potter. I miss you teasing me about my cishet masculine insecurities. I miss the way you stood firmly against injustice and oppression, particularly your arch nemesis the fuckin patriarchy! I miss how you really didn't give a damn how anyone saw you or tried to squeeze you into their little box. I miss how you would drive people nuts just being yourself. I miss how loving you were even when you tried to hide it from the world sometimes. 

Remember that one time you spotted me on the bus all zoned out, and you sat right next to me and forced me to practice our lines for that play we were in? I was annoyed and happy at the same time lol. This year I did 4 plays. First one I did was HAIR up in Harrison, and you would've loved some of my cast mates. At one point we had a recasting...um..."crisis" to find a new Dionne. I couldn't think of anyone else but you. Except you'd already been gone for some eight months by then. That almost broke me. Oh! And one of them was this bizarre musical parody of Hamlet (I was hamlet btw). It made me think about hearing how you were such a talented Lady Macbeth in high school that the production was requested at Purchase Collage. So whenever I prepared to step on that stage, I thought to myself secretly "I hope she's watching and I hope she's proud." Honestly I felt that way for every show, but that's the one I wish you could've seen.

When you left it seemed like all of Mount Vernon came to see you go, probably a lot of people you didn't even like. But as each person got up to talk about their favorite memories of you, I realized as much as we talked and hung out, all I ever experienced of you was just a fragment of who you were. And I always knew you had heart issues, but I didn't realize just how sick you really were because you were so fiercely independent and full of life despite it all. As we left, my friend asked me how I thought I could honor your memory. I told him "By doing everything with as much passion and energy and purpose as she did." 

The problem is that when I had an opportunity to be friends again, I took you for granted. There was only one of you. Anybody similar to you by comparison was a bootleg with missing pieces. You were the genuine article: the Real Deal. I'll be processing the guilt of how things ended for quite a while longer than I should. I don't know if you were upset or indifferent, or if there's any slight that you held against me after we parted ways for the last time. But I hope, if it's okay with you, that I could take part of you with me in my journey through life.

You are missed, and you are loved.

Beloved (11/18/1993-6/21/2023)

[legolasghosty]

For willex? Smooching them all over the face, because that’s the only thing that gets them to wake up 💕

Willie rolls over in an attempt to avoid the sunlight that is beginning to filter through Alex's bedroom window. Usually Alex closed his blinds at night to avoid this situation, but with the distinct lack of sunshine in the winter, he'd started leaving them open. Which means that now Willie is awake, whether he likes it or not.

The clock on Alex's dresser reads 7:43, so it's not too early at least. And neither of them have to be anywhere today, so they'd talked about a lazy day in.

Willie glances over at their boyfriend, still sound asleep beside them. He's had a long week, they should let him sleep in. Alex's face is relaxed in that way it only ever really is when he's sleeping. Like the anxiety that haunts him every day is but a distant memory, the cares of the world and the trauma of the past merely fairy tales he read in a book. He's so beautiful.

It takes a tremendous amount of self-control for Willie to stop himself from running his fingers through the tangled, golden strands of Alex's hair or brushing his lips against his smooth brow. But they don't. He deserves the rest.

Instead, Willie clambers out of bed, closes the blinds, and heads for the bathroom. Alex is not a morning person, but Willie has learned a trick or two in the years they've been together. First trick: food.

He changes into a pair of sweats and one of Alex's hoodies(not the pink one, that's in the wash still from the...ketchup incident a few days ago), before pulling on his shoes and heading out the door. They don't bother doing anything with their hair. With luck, it will only be 20 minutes or so till they're back home anyways.

Willie breaks into a light jog as soon as he exits their apartment building. It's only a few blocks from home to Moon Pies, their favorite bakery. And he likes to think that the staff there like him and Alex as well. They do pop by for treats on a fairly regular basis.

"G'morning, Willie," the person behind the counter greets when they enter.

"Hey Aspen," Willie responds, grinning. "How's the shift going?"

"Same old, same old," Aspen chuckles, already heading for the bakery case. "The boss is trying out some new cookie recipes later though, so that should be tasty!"

"Oooo, any chance I can get a sneak preview?" Willie inquires, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Well he hasn't made them yet, so probably not," Aspen retorts, chuckling.

Willie shakes his head in mock disappointment. "Well then I guess the usual cinnamon rolls and lemon tarts will have to do."

"Treating your man I see," Aspen says as they pull the pastries from the case and slip them into little wax paper bags.

"First time we've both had the day off at the same time in like two months," Willie admits. "A decent breakfast is the least I can do."

Aspen nodded in understanding. "You guys enjoy it," they told him, accepting his card to pay for the treats. "And tell Alex I say hi."

"Will do," Willie answers, taking the bags and their card.

The little bell above the door chimes as he leaves, the December wind pulling at his hair as he steps outside. They shiver and hurry toward home. While it's not really that cold, it's a bit nippy in just his sweats and hoodie.

It takes a bit of fumbling to get the apartment door open without dropping anything, but Willie manages. He spreads out the fresh treats on the kitchen island and flips on the hot water kettle before heading for Alex's bedroom. Their boyfriend is still asleep when they poke their head through the doorway.

"Alex?" Willie calls softly.

The man in question doesn't stir. Willie laughs and heads for the bed. He tries tugging gently on the blankets tucked in around Alex's (very pretty and bare) torso, but that just makes Alex grip them tighter.

"Lexi, I got breakfast," Willie says, even as he climbs onto the bed, on top of his boyfriend.

Alex groans a bit at the weight of Willie's hips on top of his thighs but his eyes don't open. Willie smirks and leans forward, bracing himself up with one arm on the pillow beside Alex's head as he pecks him on the nose.

"Earlyyyy," Alex moans, the word wrapped up in sleepiness.

"I have cinnamon rolls," Willie retorts. They press another little kiss right between Alex's eyebrows. Then another on his temple, and another up by his hairline.

"'y can wait," Alex mumbles, squeezing his eyes shut tighter.

"But they'll get cold," Willie points out.

He brushes his lips against Alex's eyelids, enjoying the little warm feeling in his chest when they relax against his mouth. They continue their mapping of Alex's face, kissing along his cheekbone, then down to his chin and over to the other side of his face.

They finally give in to the urge to bury their fingers in his hair, all smooth and soft from being washed the night before. Alex hums and turns his head a bit to let Willie trail kisses along his jaw. Willie giggles and takes the chance to brush his lips against the sensitive spot just behind Alex's ear. Alex's breath hitches at the contact and he slowly opens his eyes a crack.

"You're pretty," he mumbles. One hand lets go of the blankets to slide under Willie's hoodie, up his bare back.

"Look who's talking," Willie teases, brushing his nose against his lover's.

"Sunshine," Alex grumbles, the nickname not coming out nearly as annoyed as he probably intended as he cups the back of Willie's neck with his free hand and pulls him into a kiss.

Willie smiles against Alex's mouth and lets Alex tug them all the way down on top of him. Screw every person who ever told them that moving in together would ruin their relationship. How could that possibly happen in a world where he got to kiss Alex good morning every single day?

After a minute though, they pull back slightly. "The food is gonna get cold," they point out regretfully.

Alex groans but nods. Willie rolls off of him and offers him a hand up. Alex seems to consider using it to pull Willie back down onto the bed, but gets up.

"You owe me kisses later for waking me up," he warns as he heads for the bathroom.

"Oh no, whatever shall I do?" Willie jokes. "I have to kiss my beautiful boyfriend some more. What a punishment."

"Troublemaker," Alex teases, turning to steal another quick peck.

"Love you," is all Willie can say when he pulls back.

"Love you too," Alex responds immediately. "Now please tell me you have tea going?"

[cryptidsurveys]

Saturday, December 7th, 2024.

Do you ever wonder what other people think of your survey answers? Yeah. I often wonder what people think of me in general.

Are there any survey-takers that you simply do not like because of their answers? No one currently. I basically "like" everyone I follow. It kind of reminds me of a work setting - we might not have anything in common, our personalities might not mesh well, and we might never be friends or interact outside of work hours, but we can still get along and get the job done. The "job" being to churn out surveys until the end of time, apparently.

Has anyone ever said anything in response to a survey question that offended you? Sure.

Which of the following sounds more appealing at the present moment : a bag of chips, a handful of cookies, a slice of pie / cake, or some crackers? Any particular kind? My stomach has been an absolute mess since Tuesday. What's weird is that it hasn't really killed my appetite, but it has gotten to the point where I'm afraid to eat pretty much anything lest it bring on The Sours. I'm eating an oatmeal bowl atm because I know I have to eat something and I am hungry, but…ugh. We'll see how this goes. I know that doesn't answer the question, though, so let's go with a bag of chips. Preferably the baked bbq chips I have in the cupboard.

How many pets have you had in your household at one time? Not even gonna try to count the fish we had when I was a child, but we've had six cats at one time.

Do you know anyone that works for a cable company? I don't.

What was the last thing you heard / read / saw that made you want to face-palm? Probably some political thing my dad was telling me about this morning. Not his opinion of it, but the situation in general.

Have you ever watched the show Raising Hope? If yes, what did you think of it? I've never even heard of it before.

Name one person on Xanga that you would be interested to be friends with. Or, if you are uncomfortable doing so, is there even anyone on Xanga that you find interesting & that you think you could be friends with? Xanga, Myspace, Bzoink... RIP. :'(

Is it cold enough to comfortably wear pants where you are, without getting too warm? I wear pants all year-round regardless of the temperature, but yes, it is cool enough to be comfortable.

What do you / does your family pay for rent? Do you think that your home is worth that amount? The house is paid off. I think we just have to pay property taxes, but I'm not sure how much that is.

Are your walls pretty sound-proof or is it easy to hear other people talking even if they’re several rooms away from you? I can't make out the words, but I can hear my dad when he's all the way downstairs.

Have you ever had family portraits done? Is this something you are fond of doing, or do you dread it? I think so. I was too little to care. It's not something we do anymore.

When was the last time you had oatmeal, if ever? Do you use milk or water in it? Just finished a bowl. I use water.

Do you have anything on your bedroom door? Have you ever? There are some glow-in-the-dark stars. And I covered my childhood bedroom door in random stickers.

Have you ever worked hard on something, only to have someone ruin it [whether literally or figuratively]? Reconnecting with my mom. We're still okay, but my sibling popped up in September and said some shit and now my parents won't even speak to one another. We used to be able to go out to eat or go see a film together and it was starting to feel like a little (albeit somewhat dysfunctional) family again, so it's just a huge bummer.

Does taking medication make you nervous? Is it something you avoid as much as possible? I don't mind taking things like OTC migraine meds and Tums, but anything beyond that I tend to avoid. I've had some bad experiences with mental health meds in the past. I also don't feel as though they helped me very much, if at all.

Do you ever learn new words [or even “remember” old words] that you become addicted to saying & repeat them in almost every sentence? That can happen with certain slang words / expressions.

Who do you know that suffers from bad dandruff, if anyone? I don't think I know anyone. My scalp is somewhat dry, but it's not horrendous.

Do you think that after the age of 90 you should stop caring so much about what you intake & just eat / drink whatever you want because you might as well since you’d be on the verge of death anyhow? I mean…I guess that would depend on my mindset once I reached that age. If I was still in reasonably good health and was enjoying my life, then I would probably do my best to take decent care of myself. If I was ready to die, then…welp.

Are the bottoms of your feet dirty? Not really? I mean, they're feet, so I wouldn't consider them clean even though I just had a shower and am now wearing socks and slippers, but they aren't covered in filth or whatever.

What do you do with your gum after you are done chewing it? Throw it in the trash.

Do you know someone that [unintentionally] types in caps a lot & then afterward apologizes for it? Do you watch what you are typing to ensure that you don’t make mistakes like that, or do you tend to stare down at the keyboard as you type? I don't know anyone like that, nor do I tend to make that kind of mistake. I typically look at the screen and not my keyboard.

Are you at all interested in the lives of celebrities? Why do you think people care so much about the lives of people that they don’t even know? Lol do people like Amberlynn and Eugenia count as celebrities? I honestly can't explain the appeal. At least in Eugenia's case (as with several other sufferers), I can chock it up to a form of morbid curiosity due to my own struggles. But when it comes to Amber…I have no excuse. Tbh, I no longer even recall how I ended up in the Amberverse, but now I don't know how to leave.

What is a site that you go to when you need a good laugh? If I'm looking for laughs, then I'd probably scroll through my Instagram feed.

[lych33dragoncookie]

*slams hands on table* what are your thoughts on Squid Ink or Sorbet Shark?

Taking in a deep, deep breath. Cracking my knuckles.

I've been waiting for this one. I'm picking the shark.

But before I do that? I have something that's prerequisite reading. This. Specific. Post. Completely mandatory reading to not make everything I'm about to say incredibly weird. This Readmore shall only be clicked once you've observed it.

Alright, so now that we've established that I do NOT believe this is a child and that any indication of the sort in CRK is retconwork that is not to be taken even remotely seriously, let's do this. Dear god I hope this doesn't destroy my followerbase. Consider this me going public about the fact that @sharkpedia is me and that this blog is pretty much most of the reason that one has gone inactive. Oh, and if you still prefer seeing them as a child, that's totally fine, I don't think it's bad to do so from a media literacy perspective or anything, but it's definitely not my preference.

Sexuality Headcanon: Incredibly bisexual, though there's a particular weakness for big women. Gender Headcanon: Masc-presenting NB, they/them strictly though. I call this thing a guy but without any of the bearing of actual gender.

Ship: Okay. I was very, very, VERY wary of this one at first but the more I thought about it the more I was like well none of this makes sense at all so I might as well take it. Black Pearl. Weakness to big women comes in here, they follow her around like a lost puppy in an extremely gay manner. Worth noting here, the reason I was hesitant at first is that Black Pearl seems intrinsically tied to the idea CRK tries to shove down your throat that this is a child, right? But then I thought, wait, not even that makes sense. The Duskgloom Sea and Soda Islands are like an entire continent apart, so there's absolutely no way in hell they could have went from the Soda Islands, to BP's cave, then back to the Soda Islands THAT fast to make the Soda Islands story be bale to happen. It makes no sense. I get that they're trying to imply it, but they did it so haphazardly and in a way that makes so little sense that I find it hard to take seriously. So, yeah, BP is my pick here. BP is transfem here btw just noting that BROTP: Considering Peppermint? But idk I don't find their dynamic THAT fun. They're friends tho. Pirate meanwhile, that's a whole other story. I think Pirate and Sorbet have a dumb little petty cartoon villain and incompetent henchman dynamic going on. NOTP: Peppermint. Sorry, but considering I do not see Sorbet as a child at all, Peppermint x Sorbet is... Just a lil uncomfortable for me. Again, no judgement, specially if you do prefer your shark to be a child, but it's completely off-limits for me.

Random headcanon: Not present in the design but I think it'd be rly cool if they kept a shark tooth necklace from a young age. Like they shed a fang and throw it away but in that moment remember that "oh wait i've seen land cookies wearing these before!! and they look super cool!!!" and they frantically go back to get it, which they do, and they've been rocking with it ever since. They've also probably got a similar build to Alchemist, just a little thicker with a tasteful amount of buffness behind it. Like just a tiny bit. Wider than you'd expect, but not ripped by any means. Oh and I guess the entire age situation goes here too LOL, this is a short king to me (until they're in shark form at which point HOLY SHIT, BIG)

General opinion: Yeah I'm not normal. I have a history and a half with this little fucker. I was gay as hell at first sight and within the update I had NO reason to believe this wasn't a child, but at some point presumably due to a lack of any high degree of media literacy I grew kinda weary and decided to not touch that. And then years later during the events this year of me getting back into Cookie Run, a lot wiser, I went "hey wait a fucking minute" and realized that the "canon" statements of them being a kid hold absolutely no weight and contradict previous material and were clearly just done to boost the dude's marketability. And since then I've felt vindicated regaining access to my cute little shark person and allowing myself to be abnormal <3 cute, fun, attractive, he instills a somewhat similar feeling in me as Pure Vanilla does. ... Worth noting that any content the shark has in Kingdom holds 0 weight to me. Pretty much everything I think about regarding them comes from Ovenbreak. Specially because their personality hasn't been so brightly on display since their debut, specially not in CRK where they're so much more passive and woobified to hell and back.

Also their costumes peaked at Pirate Overlord it has not gotten any better since then.