#wow this makes me look like an arsonist

[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for 🦄 behind the cut; Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good! (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Like–they didn’t read to you or let you watch movies and stuff, you mean?” Billy asks with a frown. “Just put the whole things in your head at once?” 

That sounds disorienting, and also kinda mean and lazy on Cadmus’s part. But maybe it wasn’t as bad as it– 

Lynn looks down at Tawky; flips his ear back and forth again and rubs the pad of his thumb across the inside of it. 

Billy . . . frowns, again. 

“No,” Lynn says to Tawky’s ear, as opposed to actually either of them. “I mean they didn’t tell me stories at all.” 

. . . wow, yeah. Billy is definitely committing fifty-two floors’ worth of arson. 

“Oh, okay,” he says, making a few mental notes for himself about, again, arson. Like, just the whole process and everything. “Well, they suck, then. We’ll just have to get you some different types to try, I guess. Like with the food and all, you know? It’s a library, anyway, it’s not like it costs money to borrow stuff or anything.” 

“It’s just stories,” Lynn says to Tawky’s ear, not lifting his eyes at all. “They’re not–important. To . . . I don’t need things like that.” 

“Why do you think that?” Billy asks with a frown, though his inner arsonist is already pretty sure it’s Cadmus's fault. Pretty much positive, in fact. 

Pretty definitely positive. 

Lynn shrugs. Rubs the inside of Tawky’s ear. It’s really soft, Billy knows; Tawky’s fur always feels nice to touch. He wonders, actually, how much stuff Lynn even has touched so far. 

He wonders, again, if anybody’s ever hugged him before. 

He really hates the thought that maybe no one has. He really hates . . . 

He just really hates that that’s even a thing that might be a thing at all. 

“Weapons don't need to know stories,” Lynn says. “They just need to do as they're told.” 

. . . in retrospect, arson might be half-assing what Billy should do to Cadmus. 

“This isn't so you can be a weapon,” he reminds Lynn carefully, resisting the urge to clench his fists in his lap. “Remember?” 

“‘This’,” Lynn echoes. He still doesn't look up. 

“I'm taking care of you,” Billy says. 

“Maintaining me,” Lynn says very, very quietly. “Containing me.” 

“I really hate that somebody made you think that's what that means,” Billy says tightly. Lynn ducks his head lower and looks towards the wall. 

He doesn't say anything back. Billy bites his tongue, trying to figure out what he should–do, or say, or . . . 

The truth, obviously, but how to say it's a lot harder. 

“This isn't, like–a containment thing. That's not why I'm taking care of you,” he tries, because it's the best place to start he can think of. The wisdom of Solomon covers a lot of knowledge, but not necessarily always how to apply that knowledge. “Like, we wanna know where you are so we know you're safe, or at least know you've got your phone just in case, and the curfew thing is–like, normal kids get curfews. So people know where they are, and that they're not in trouble or anything. And like–so people know when to get help for them, if they might be in trouble.” 

Lynn doesn't say anything, still. Billy's not sure if that means he's just thinking, or if it means he hasn't said the right thing yet. 

He really hopes it's the thinking thing, but . . . 

“Honestly the other idea was putting you up in Mount Justice,” he admits. “But it doesn't have any windows or anything, and I don't even know if anyone else was gonna be there most of the time, and–”

“Windows?” Lynn . . . frowns, his eyes flicking back to him. 

“Um, yeah,” Billy says. Lynn stares blankly at him for a moment, then slants his eyes towards the apartment windows and–hesitates, a little. 

“. . . you mean there's no sun,” he realizes slowly.

[shojizbae]

My Rave Babies

Spencer Reid x Reader

rave baby part two

For three weeks, your coworkers had been barraged nonstop about your scandalous habits. "So, listen to any good EDM?" or " Going to any parties?" had been ringing in my ears all week. The team had managed to sneak in puns during a case.

"Well, that sheriff was just raving, man." Derek leaned against the counter and brought a paper cup to his mouth

"Enough," I groan and toss my head back

"C'mon, you can't just tell us you used to go to raves and then not take us," Emily explains

"We are in the dead of the midwest. Will a serial rapist be on the loose, and you're thinking about going to a rave?" I fill up a paper cup with coffee

"Well, do you know of any back home?" JJ offers, sliding effortlessly into the conversation.

"JJ, you have kids," I whine

"Will can watch them for the night." She refutes

"I can't. I'm going back to the murder case before this town is traumatized further." It's a less effective duck-out, but it draws attention away. Hotch gives me a bit of a look as I rejoin a discussion with an exhausted look.

"I hope you didn't stay up all night partying." He teases

"No, I got a full night's rest. I'm ready to take this guy in." Deny. Deny. Deny.

The case came to a close two days later, with the man castrating himself and then slitting his throat. Unfortunately, the connection that all of the victims had was that they frequented the same club. An EDM / Rocker club with very Rave-like vibes. The jokes flew on the plane ride home.

"Alright, alright, fine. I'm going to call my old friend. She'll let me know what's going on in town."

"Really?" Morgan jumps at the statement

"Yeah, don't make me regret this."

~

It was four days later that a festival would be in town for the weekend. I informed the team that tickets needed to be bought. I also let them know they should be on high alert for roofies and perverts. Skimpy clothes and loud music were catalysts for freaks.

"So you're really knocking the dust off?" Morgan holds an FBI mug up to his lips. He's got an all too-full-of-himself grin on his smug little face.

"Yeah, you're coming too?"

"Yeah, so is Emily."

"And me!" JJ holds each of my shoulders, "I'm so excited, Will hasn't stopped ogling the outfit in my closet. He said he needed to borrow some floss and held it up on the hanger."

"Is anyone else coming?"

"Yeah, Penelope and Spencer," Emily says

"Reid?" I nearly snort my coffee out

"That's my name." He traipses into the kitchen and dumps half the can of sugar into his mug.

"I figured a rave would be a little out of your comfort zone. You're really coming?"

"I-i-It is. But I'm trying some exposure therapy."

"I thought that has been disproven." Emily counters

"Clinically, yes. But some of the results of those who have conquered fear through exposure therapy are too nice to pass up. You know, in recent studies-"

"Yeah, we get it you're going." Derek cuts him off

"So, have you picked out an outfit?"

"It's no Halloween, but I figured I should just wear what I always do."

"What?"

~

The night came faster than I had expected. One night, I was filling out a report on a serial arsonist; the next, I was tying myself into a bikini and zipping up giant platform boots. I put on a silky kimono to disguise the scandalous outfit. We all taxied to the nearby party meeting to get our tickets and a wristband checked. Emily and JJ looked phenomenal. Penelope was show-stopping, though. A galaxy-printed dress, giant boots, and fishnets, bejeweled with bracelets and a bucket hat.

Derek was primarily shirtless, though he found a neon fishnet shirt and tactical boots over some burning man cargo shorts. Finally, Reid was the last of the group. Surrounded by a thousand people in their skivvies, he stuck out like a sore thumb in gray slacks, a purple pinstripe button-down, and a sweater vest. The most crazy part of his outfit was his mismatched DC and Marvel socks.

"Wow, you look-"

"You look," I motion up and down at him. "You know, for the youngest on the team, you look like you're babysitting." He laughs, but it seems like he's shriveling on himself.

"Don't worry, you look great," I reassure and slide my hand up and down his bicep reassuringly. Even if I'm typically a touchy person that gesture might seem too forward for coworkers so I retract my arm awkwardly.

"Dang, (Y/n), where were you hiding that body?" Emily came and patted me on the ass and then slung her arm over my shoulder.

"Ok, tipsy, why don't we get you some water?" I unfurl her from me

"That sounds great," Reid clears his throat. "My throat is feeling a little dry." Emily wraps herself around me, and JJ slings an arm over Reid's shoulder. Morgan follows behind us, and we find some bottles of water that are way overpriced. Music begins to bump behind us, and I drag the group into the heart of the crowd. Morgan rears off when he finds some girls eyeballing him. Penelope follows Derek to a group of fun.

JJ and Emily stay close by but jump and sway with the thrumming music. Reid looks out of place like a black sheep.

"DOC!" I shout over the loud music

"Yeah!"

"You look stiff!" I jump around and scream at him.

"I'm not much of a dancer. Maybe I should just go home."

"What?" I stop jumping. C'mon, you've just got to feel the music." I take a step closer. Thanks to the giant shoes I wear, I'm much closer to his face than I usually am. I loop my fingers into the belt loops on his hips and take another step closer. "C'mon, man, you've just got to feel the rhythm." with my hands, I make him sway his hips to the beat. With a bit of encouragement, he starts to do so by himself.

"Ok, just jump around. Let yourself feel free." I twist and jump to the ear-splitting music. He raises his arms apprehensively, and I fling mine on top of him to show him it's fine. With my permission, he raises them and starts to flail freely.

"Alright, pretty boy, get into it." Derek teases

"Don't listen to him. You look great." I jump and swing my arms like a toddler. Lost in the moment, I spin around to show off my back and shake my hips. I lose my control and dance like a maniac. I back up onto Reid and sway with him. As I feel eyes on us, Reid jumps away from me.

"Are you two having fun?" JJ drawls

"Have you been drinking?" I shout

"A lot!" She responds

"I'm having so much fun. Why did you stop this?" Emily screams

"The hangover you'll have tomorrow? Yeah, have fun taking a jet ride with your ears trying to compress into your skull. And one time I caught a nasty STI from hooking up with someone in a port-a-potty."

"What ew," Emily fake retches.

"Don't worry, I took antibiotics." The music came thrumming through the speakers as a new DJ started their set. Immediately, I recognized her and started leaping like a manic shrimp. "Oh my god, I love this song!" I twisted around and grabbed each of Reid's wrists.

"C'mon, dance with me!" my mind disappeared in the bass. Nothing else mattered but the feeling of my feet pounding into the dirt and the occasional collision of Spencer's limbs. Slowly, the thrumming of the tempo migrated to my ankles.

"Alright, it has been a long time since I've danced like this. I need a break."

"Yeah, I don't think these are the best dance shoes either." there's sweat on his brow, but he holds up one of his feet to show off the brown loafers.

"Let's find the rest of the group," I whisper scream in his ear. In the proximity, I feel my torso press to his. I nearly roll my ankle and he catches me by my hip. He stands me back up and steadies my hips.

"Ok, let's get you to a cab," We find Derek quickly. He only has one girl who won't let go of his bicep tonight. Emily, JJ, and Penelope cling back to us, and we leave the grounds all slightly limping. We all file into a taxi and people filter out of the car slowly.

"I think I'm going to get out here and just take the metro home." JJ and I are the only two left in the vehicle as Penelope gets out of the car.

"What no, just stay in the car. I'll drive you home."

"No, that's far too much."

"I could drive you home." JJ offers as we turn down the corner of her street."

"No, you live further than her."

"Reid, I'll drive you home," I demand.

"Alright, you two have a good night." JJ slinks out of the cab, and we watch Will open the door, and she leaps into his arms.

'the kids are sleeping.' I read from his lips

"They're going to have a fun night." I snort. Reid shrinks on himself again. "C'mon, you've had to have some sort of fun like this."

"No,"

"No?" The cab takes us to my neighborhood, and we get out. Reid insists on paying the driver. I let him in and opened the front door. He takes the same space on my couch and groans from the pain. I bring two cans of lemon seltzer water and slump down with my legs across his lap on the couch. I crack the cans and hand one to him.

"Oh, thank you," he takes it, and I take a big slurp of mine. I extend a foot up and put my ankle near his face

"Could you unzip me?"

Uh, uh, sure." He holds my ankle and tugs the zipper down the inside of my calf. Once it's down, I use my other foot to push it off with my other foot. I hold up the second foot and he obeys, tugging off himself.

"Thank you, I roll, crack my ankles, and sigh in relief. "Whew, those were killing me." I start to roll down my thigh-high fishnets.

"Uh, would you like to go to the bedroom to get changed?"

"No, I'm fine like this." I pull the second sock off. I readjust the slipper kimono and tug one of my blankets up my shoulders. I twist around to lie on Reid's chest, straddling his leg.

"Uh, what are you,"

"I'm tired, Spencer." I dig into his chest with my own and loop my arms around his neck. I readjust myself even more around him. His tie stabbed me in my temple, and I tugged it off his chest.

"Uh (Y/n), what are you-"

"Calm down," I say, undoing his top buttons for the skin-to-skin contact my body craves. Your chest is warm." I cuddle into it and kiss his collar.

"I had a good night, Spencer," I sink further into his frame and pull the blanket on harder. I feel a hand thread its way into my hair but dreamland takes me away.

"I had a good night too."

[stabbyfoxandrew]

arsonist neil please🙏

WIP Wednesday (10/23) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 251)

Just as the final seconds of the half tick away, the Panthers light up the goal once again. 10 lets out a string of curses as the buzzer sounds. And, on screen, Kevin has pulled off his helmet to look up at the score with a pissy look. How anyone believes he's exy's little darling, Andrew will never know. Not when he pulls that face on live TV.

"Could've blocked that," Andrew mutters. He mutes the TV and stares longingly at his long-empty kettle corn bowl. He could get up and make more, but that would require getting up. He sighs. Decisions, decisions.

"Really?"

Andrew blinks. "Really what?"

"Could you have blocked that last shot?"

"Easily." Andrew answers. "I think McGraw is wearing a blindfold under her helmet. A fashion statement sure, but it's not doing her any favors tonight."

10 laughs dryly. "I think you may be right. But Griffin wasn't exactly doing his job either."

"Mm," Andrew hums. Griffin is a backliner who'd subbed in for Jean and he's about to get an earful from Kevin for fucking up that save. Andrew stops himself. Why the fuck is he analyzing this game?

"So... I know you played goalie," 10 begins, bringing Andrew out of his mental breakdown. "Were you good?"

"According to Kevin."

"Wow." 10 says dreamily. And Andrew has an urge to hunt down his stats to show him, but he won't because he's not completely deranged. "If you were good, why didn't you go pro?"

"We've talked about this. I don't like stickball."

"You don't like anything."

'I like you', nearly slides off his tongue. But Andrew bites down on it instead. "I like kettle corn."

10 scoffs, then sighs. "I guess it's a good thing you don't like stickball. If you had gone pro, we never would have met."

 Andrew doesn't know what to do with that, so he forces himself to stand and go dump the kernels out of his bowl. He'll make more in time for the second half. He's gotta have something in his mouth lest he start saying stupid things.

"I mean I'd be in Milwaukee by now. Or somewhere," 10 continues, his voice coming from where Andrew left his phone on the sofa. "I certainly wouldn't be here."

Andrew merely stares at his phone for a moment. Then admits: "I'm glad you're not in Milwaukee."

"Yeah?" 10's voice is soft and it startles Andrew a bit.

"Yeah. I hear the fire department there is very adept, you'd be in jail by now." Andrew doesn't mean to backtrack. It just happens anytime he says something genuine. A curse or something.

"Lucky me I found the one firefighter in the country who wouldn't turn me in."

[spopsalt]

The ones I sent earlier I more or leas grouped by a theme of why I hate them. But I can’t really categorize them anymore. So I bring you…

More miscellaneous She-Ra pins I found while sorting through Pinterest that made me want to die and my commentary on them. Pt. 1

Idk if this is a joke about Catra hurting Adora, or a joke about Adora ‘letting’ Catra hurt her. Either way, I don’t like it. I really feel like this is another ‘Adora=Dumb’ jokes.

Congratulations, you found the only four frames of Adora smiling in this scene, amongst a sea of shots of her being visibly uncomfortable. Personally, I don’t see it as a smile, more of her trying to put on a brave or determined face. But you could also easily chalk these frames up to an animation error. Not that a C//A Stan would listen. You get the idea.

A lot of people say Catra is trying to make Adora jealous here. Nevermind the fact that both her and Catra are teens here, and Entrapta is in her late 20s/early 30s. Also, I find it odd how touchy Catra is and how much she manipulates Entrapta. If the ages were reversed, Catra would look like some sort of ephebophile or groomer. But Entrapta is the adult, and autistic. I��m not sure what that’s to imply. All I know is to me, it reads like a weird situation where the teen is being a predator to the adult, because the adult is autistic and therefore ‘younger’ than the teen. I’m not sure who wrote Catra and Entrapta’s interactions or if they realize how fucked up it is, least of all a show for kids. But suffice to say, I don’t like it.

This one is a fun little exception. I don’t hate the meme itself. But I do hate the fact that it’s right. 2018 Sea Hawk on his own is fine, but I’ll now and forever be slightly pissed off knowing that OG Sea Hawk was a badass, and now we have an arsonist who can’t take anything seriously and who’s only motivation for anything is Mermista. I’m not saying the new SH is bad, but I am saying the OG one is a million times better for numerous reasons.

Another case of sexualizing a minor. And would you look at that, it specifically says ‘small Adora’. Good God, they’re getting younger. I honestly can’t think of a better way they could indirectly say they’re doing this on purpose. It reminds me of that one episode of Helluva Boss at the summer camp, and how ‘Milard’ was being sent nudes despite people thinking it’s a tween they’re sending them to. The fact ‘Milard’ made the same meme face doesn’t help.

Wow. thay's a lot. For number 1: Adora literally looks terrified and uncomfortabe when Catra is attacking her??? She isn't thinking it's cute???

For number 2: She was smiling because she was playing along with Catra's act? You can tell that the smile is very forced, but noooo she secretly loved the dance despite the fact that she was visably uncomfortable.

For number 3: Again, like what you said this was in season 1, soooo Catra would been 17 while Entrapta was in her 30s...yikes. Also yeah Catra is wayyyy too touchy with Entrapta, like touching her hair and like leaning up against her and stuff like that...if the ages were reveresed, people wouldn't be thinking it's some cute thing

For number 4: I think this was a joke, but it still literally made me feel sick <3

[crystal-cloudzz]

Heathers Incorrect Quotes because it’s my New Obsession

JD: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Ronnie: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. JD: Absolutely not.

Ronnie: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them. JD: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

Ronnie: Bye JD! Bye Heather! Bye Heather! Bye Heather! Bye JD! Heather: You said ‘bye JD’ twice. Ronnie: I like JD.

Ronnie: Looking left cause you don’t treat me right JD: Looking right because you left Heather: Looking up cause you let me down Heather: Looking down cause you fucked up Heather: What is wrong with you guys

Ronnie: Look. I may not be a saint, but it's not like I’ve killed anybody. I’m not an arsonist. I’ve never found a wallet outside of an IHOP and thought about returning it but saw the owner lived out of state so just took the cash and dropped the wallet back on the ground. JD: Okay, that's really specific, and that makes me think that you definitely did do that.

Ronnie, pointing: May I sit there? JD: That's my lap Ronnie: That doesn't answer my question, JD.

Ronnie: JD… Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? JD: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Ronnie: Ronnie: I wrote sanitize, JD.

Ronnie: Change is inedible. JD: Don't you mean inevitable? Ronnie, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

Ronnie: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. JD's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get them out…

JD: I can explain. Ronnie: Can you? JD: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

Veronica: So what do you do? JD: I work in genetic research, and I'm currently trying to eliminate all Cancers. Veronica: Wow, impressive. JD: Then I'll move on to Leos.

Veronica: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail JD: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police

Veronica: What is your biggest weakness? JD: I can be uncooperative. Veronica: Okay, can you give me an example? JD: No.

Veronica: What the fuck is wrong with you?! JD: Wow, you could start with a 'good morning'. Veronica: Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?!

JD: Accidentally hits Veronica in the face JD: Trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay' JD: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?! Ronnie: What’s wrong with you?!

Veronica: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE JD: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially Veronica, desperately, as JD bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE JD: Oh! B positive. Veronica: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE JD:

Veronica: How do I deal with my enemies? JD: Kill them Veronica: That's a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution JD: Kill them only a little?

Veronica: Go to Hell JD, tearing up: I wish I could

JD: Someone will die. Ronnie: Of fun!

Veronica: Is something burning? JD: Just my love for you. Veronica: JD, the toaster is on fire.

Veronica: JD, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power! JD: Well of course I have. JD: Have you ever tried going mad without power? JD: It's boring.

JD: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died- Ronnie: Twelve, actually. JD: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that? Ronnie: Yours! JD: That's right: no one's.

[sketchyfrogzz]

Destiny and Darnell relationship headcanons

I think they silly so ya :D @myvirtuallove here u go pookie

Pico's School:

Destiny and Darnell never really talked much,but still considered eachother friends.Due to how Destiny was in another school Darnell barely knew her,it was only when she started bonding with Pico and hanging out with him that the two started getting to know eachother more.

Destiny and Darnell mainly bond over arsonistic activities cause they both know how to make pipe bombs :) Darnell also just keeps his lighter with him so they would just make molotov cocktails or whatever there called just for funzies.

They would also maybe just ramble about random things cause why not :)

Overall good friends

Friday Night Funkin:

They are still good friends but chat a lot more cause Destiny still sometimes accompanies Pico and the gang on missions cause she wants to kill people.Her and Nene bond over that (^o^).

Nene: Why are you here? You aren't even part of the job!

Destiny: Just wanna kill someone,it's fun stabbing someone and getting a few bucks for it.

Nene: ...Your so real for that.

Destiny and Darnell spray paint on random walls together,Destiny making some random artwork of her friends and the gang (in the art of those fnf stickers)

One time when Darnell wasn't looking Destiny drew the word "faggot" on the back of his jumper to mess with him.And that night Destiny got jumped by Darnell :P....I ain't elaborating..

They vibe to music cause why not,sometimes when they're bored they just chat about random artists and maybe or maybe not judge some of them. Like for example say there was a artist that did bad stuff,but people still support him.Then the whole time Darnell and Destiny just straight up roast the artist.

Destiny: I heard *artist name* did sum nasty shit recently.

Darnell: Really? Wow. Did anyone talk about it?

Destiny: Nah man they still support them,tryna ignore what they did cause they make "good music".

Darnell: ...

Destiny: ...

Darnell: That's fuckin' pathetic.

Destiny: I know.

And extra for @myvirtuallove cause I love koko (^з^)-☆

When it comes to relationships these two look out for eachother.The only reason Destiny ain't on Koko cause she KNOWS Koko won't do Darnell dirty and will actually look out for him :D That's what Destiny loves about Koko ( ´∀`)

With Jay...Darnell didn't know what to think of him.Jay seemed like a genuinely chill and nice guy,but the second Darnell found out about Jay being a demon he went like "🤨"

Darnell: Destiny wtf.

Destiny: Nell,hear me out-

Darnell: No.

Destiny: Please-

overall silly friends who look out for eachother

[ranposgirlboss]

~HCS FROM MY BOOK!!-PART ONE~

THIS IS MULTIFANDOM!! also most of these are either slander or made for being a silly joke <333 so please don't take this seriously

fandoms: genshin impact, bungou stray dogs, and honkai impact

genre: fluff, slander, and sillies (it progressively gets less and less serious)

enjoy my shitty hcs from like a year ago <333 (they are actually older lol) ALSO ARE EXTREMELY SHORT SINCE IM LITERALLY JUST TAKING WHAT I WROTE WITHOUT CHANGING IT AND PUTTING IT OVER ON HERE LMAOASBHJAS (there's only so much space on paper </3)

chara list!!: albedo, kazuha, xiao, diluc, heizou, fu hua (sentience), scaramouche, aponia, dazai, ranpo, poe, ANDDD nikolai!!

FIRST TIME HOLDING HANDS!!

ALBEDO

-"its all for an experiment" he says

-lil bitch ok sure

-probably gonna study what this feeling is when he holds your hand and "why he feels so warm on the inside"

-acts like he doesnt care that much but bros probably gonna draw yall holding hands like a 13 year old drawing in her diary 💀

KAZUHA

-i love him but

-probably would make a poem about how your hand feels 😭

-he would be so cute tho ngl

-i mean just as always but also like

-please hold his hand he just loves you so much and along with words of affirmation physical contact seems to be his thing

-UGH MARRY ME

XIAO

-"wow y/n when you hold my hand the voices cease their calls for me to go to taco bell, thank you y/n."

-TAKE ME HIGHH AND ILL SINGGGG YOU MAKE EVERYTHING OKAY OHKAY OHKAY OHKAY (if you know that song here's your free kiss <33)

-and then you get married the end

-W H Y D I D I W R I T E T H I S B Y E -

DILUC

-could give less of a shit

-but for the sake of being a gentleman he says thank you and then continues bat manning sillily.

HEIZOU

-"y/n holding hands is cool but i think we should start an investigation of how fast we could make it to my place ;)"

-KILL YOURSELF. (please dont lead the way my silly detective <33)

-this gif makes me want to impulsively eat vanilla cake.

FU HUA

-YAAAATTAAAAA

-*holds hand* look at the beautiful sight ahead of us Y/N! no i did not make that fire-"

-fu hua arsonist era

APONIA

-MOMMY bjnEBHEKHBWJSK

-"y/n holding hands is great but why don't we open our arms and eyes to god"

DAZAI

-I APOLOGIZE TO ALL MY BSD READERS WHO HAVE TO SCROLL THIS FAR JUST TO GET THIS SILLy

-"i can always hold more then your hand~"

-a flirty bitch, but yall got chuuya knocking on your door asking you to "control your dog"

-ironic how chuuya is the one who says that

RANPO

-UGH I LOVE MY SKRUNKLE DOODLE PUSH POP SILLY SKRUNKLY CRUNKLY MUMPLY SILLY (yes i wrote that WORD. FOR. WORD.)

-will hold your hand for payments

-affection?? candy??? candys nuts fit in your mouth because they sure are about to <33 (i want to erase what i write sometimes)

-gets so happy omg

-not only does he have candy, you, but NOW he gets to hold your hand too>!1/!?!?

-wow he might as well steal from a candy store at this point

-might as well

-he swears it was an accident

POE

-poe held your hand with such sweetness, care, tenderness, love, and affection

-karl pulls up in his Mazarati, ready to throw hands once and for all, how DARE someone get more attention then karl

-poe has some explaining to do

-(i wonder how high i was when i wrote these)

-(i think i was 5'5)

NIKOLAI ( I FUCKING LOVE THIS ONE)

-so you go to hold his hand in y/n fashion

-suddenly you almost get hit by a bus

-"shit my bad wrong item"

-you stare in utter confusion at the bus as it suddenly vanishes like a fucking mob from minecraft or some shit

-nikolai god arc confirmed real

-so anyways you suddenly feel warmth on your hand on you see another fucking hand gripping yours but its literally just the hand detached from the body

-you are extremely scared and concerned why there's another hand gripping yours out of nowhere but with nikolai anything is possible so you just accept it and hold his hand back

-he giggles and nikolais away with the hand still holding yours

-(I ASKED HOW HIGH I WAS WHEN I WROTE THE LAST ONE BUT WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING HERE.)

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the voices

ALOS THNAK YOU FOR READING THIS PIECE OF SHIT IM SORRY. SHE WAS ME FROM A YEAR AGO I DONT KNOW HER 😭

alos my reqs are always open

I ALSO APOLOGIZE FOR THE TAGS

[1-800-deactivatednearu]

Idk if i sent you this request because memories shit but,

Do you know tc2? Typical colors 2, its the roblox and i was wondering if you could draw any of the funny tc2 mercs- *autism eyes*

never sent this to me yet ^_^

[i.d.: a digital drawing of the typical colors 2 cast in a group ensemble, in yellow (neutral colour) uniform. from left to right: flanker, trooper, arsonist, annihilator, brute, mechanic, doctor, marksman, agent. /end i.d.]

some sketches + headcanons below read more, lower quality than my usual but blehhh :P

[i.d.: two sketches. agent, her hand on flanker's shoulder with a distant expression: "Bravo… son." flanker, pulling a face: "What." agent: "She hasn't told you yet?"

agent kisses flanker's mom, captioned: "new stepmom." /end i.d.]

these characters are so young, what do you mean 18-25 age range between flanker and agent?? scary, i have not drawn someone under age thirty (if not forty!) in a while

agent may not be flankers mom but thats not stopping her from traveling to new york for reasons other than business :P

well ! off to visit your mother !

flankers mom design is roughly based off his unused female design

[i.d.: three sketches. marksman, pointing to his scarred eye: "This eye? Gone. Plain can't see out of it." he holds his rifle scope to the scarred eye: "Anyways."

doctor bundles up his coat to staunch mechanic's wound. mechanic ogles doctor's exposed stocky build, captioned "oh wow muscles."

arsonist (captioned "AAC board user"): "Dominated. Scrub." /end i.d.]

i read the domination line. i see others making fun of marksman for being blind. his eye is scarred?? he cannot see out his eye????? the one he puts up to his scope??????

you know i actually played tc2 . for research purposes . and wow mechanics voice is very piercing(?) especially when you play doctor (compare to the softer spoken arsonist and doctor) so its very easy to have him on the mind

i think its good to subvert expectations when you can, soft intellectual doctor with a muscular build thats largely obscured by his clothing

i actually think of the doctor as with russian heritage if only because of his older voice lines :)

is arsonist a robot??? i saw word going around but didnt see anything necessarily canon about it? is this head canon or canon?

interpreted them as an aac user (and a human), i think it would work well with the nature of voice lines in games

[i.d.: two sketches. agent and doctor are glaring at each other and quoting their domination lines for one another. agent, holding a gun to doctor's chest : "Vulnerable. Weak. Easy." doctor, bent over to be glaring up at her: "You're annoying, you're weak, and you're an absolute failure."

brute, talking, captioned: "my friend, infodumping about motorbikes" marksman, smiling at him, captioned: "me, knowing it's my turn to infodump about fishing next"

mechanic has his hand on the flanker's shoulder: "Well son back in my day--" flanker cuts him off, looking skeptical: "My MOM is older than you???" /end i.d.]

i think trying to build off team fortress dynamics for typical colors isnt my thing :( cmon we gotta take these characters by the horns and make our own dynamics and characterizations i believe in us!!!

personally think doctor and agent have something going on . they hate each other they kill each other they kiss with tongue . they have funny domination lines .

mechanic using "son" is funny, this guy cannot be older than agent and yall know shes only 20-25

what do you mean he has a phd. flanker told him that a more useful education for mechanic was in political science, that was absolutely brutal to read

also finding him following engineer team fortress (a texan) in tonal inflection and slang as a western usamerican (not texan) funny . yeeaboo :)

i think the oldest characters would be like . brute and marksman in their 30s . maybe doctor too

i think brute and marksman could get along :) they contrast in a way that i think would play off nicely, someone who is outgoing and upbeat drawing someone more reserved out of their shell

[koreanbibliophilegirl]

(Part 2 of incorrect quotes for my dsmp superpower AU ig)

Also forgot to mention last time, I got half the quotes on this post & ALL of the ones on the post you're currently reading from ScatterPatter's Incorrect Quotes Generator!

Welp yeah that's all, uhhhhhhh enjoy??

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Punz: Where are you going?

Purpled: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there.

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Tommy: What the f*ck is wrong with you?!

Wilbur: Wow, you could start with a 'good morning'.

Tommy: Good morning. What the f*ck is wrong with you?!

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Tommy: Must be hard not being able to laugh.

Techno: I do have a sense of humor you know.

Tommy: I've never heard you laugh before.

Techno: I've never heard you say anything funny.

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Eret: Go to Hell.

Ant, tearing up: I wish I could.

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(A younger Phil and teenage Techno talking)

Phil: Jail is no fun. I'll tell you that much.

Techno: Oh, you've been?

Phil: Once. In Monopoly.

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Eret: God, give me patience.

Ant: I think you mean 'give me strength'.

Eret: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead.

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Skeppy: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Bad: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Skeppy: Absolutely not.

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Eret: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Tina: ?? I think you mean cards?

Foolish: No, she does not.

Eret, pulling out knives: I do not.

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Purpled: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside.

Quackity:

Quackity: Purpled, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front gate entrance path...

Purpled: (Sips coffee from bowl)

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Wilbur: Am I going too far?

Techno: No, no, no. You went too far about seven years ago. Now you're going to prison.

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Tommy: You f*ckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon.

Techno, not looking up from his book: Spear.

Tommy: BLOCKED.

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Wilbur: You're right.

Techno: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

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Purpled: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.

Tommy: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?

Purpled: No! Four to five seconds!

Tommy: Too late!!!

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Techno: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back.

Phil: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.

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Dream: Someone will die.

Sapnap: Of fun!

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Niki: How many kids do you have?

Phil: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

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Hannah: I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you.

Sam: 10 times 0 is still 0 though.

Hannah: Joke's on you, I can't do math.

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Ranboo: Do you take constructive criticism?

Purpled: I only take cash or credit.

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Wilbur: So that's my plan.

Kristin: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don't want to sound mean.

Wilbur: No, go ahead, I want to hear it.

Kristin: It f*cking sucks.

Wilbur: That's not constructive criticism.

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Niki: I prevented a murder today.

Puffy: Really? How'd you do that?

Niki: self control.

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Hannah: Look. I may not be a saint, but it's not like I've killed anybody. I'm not an arsonist. I've never found a wallet outside of an IHOP and thought about returning it but saw the owner lived out of state so just took the cash and dropped the wallet back on the ground.

Sam: Okay, that's really specific, and that makes me think that you definitely did do that.

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Techno: We need a distraction.

Phil: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Clingyduo, whispering: Our time has come.

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Ranboo: What time is it?

Tommy: I don't know, pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out.

Tommy: (Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune)

Jack: WHO THE F*CK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING?!

Ranboo:

Tommy: It’s 2 A.M.

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Tubbo: What do you think Eryn and Aimsey will do for a distraction?

Ranboo: They'll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.

(Building explodes and several car alarms go off)

Ranboo: ... Or they could do that.

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Hannah, trying to ask Tina out: Would you like to stay for dinner?

Connor, hanging upside down from the ceiling: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?

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[Part 1] [Part 3]

[ejzah]

The Agent and the Fireman, Part 5

***

Kensi said a quick goodbye to Deeks, allowing herself a moment of regret as he disappeared inside his car, then got busy putting in an all-call to the team. Most of them beat her there, so she walked into a full bullpen, her entrance announces by the sharp clack of her heels on the ground.

“Ooh, Agent Blye, looking nice,” Sam greeted her with a look of approval.

“I appreciate you trying to liven things up, but you really didn’t dress up for us,” Callen added.

“Hilarious. I was on a date.” Kensi walked to her desk as spoke, retrieving her go bag.

Callen and Sam made twin sounds of surprise. “Ooh, do tell. He must be something special if you broke out the high heels.”

“Either way, I’m certainly not telling you guys about it. Because every time I do go on a date, you act like complete children,” Kensi responded.

“Hey, I am completely supportive.” Sam jerked his thumb in Callen’s direction. “My partner’s the only juvenile one.”

“Clearly. Just give me a minute to change and I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, how did you find out about the fire in the first place? Nell said you had a tip,” Callen interrupted Kensi before she could make a clean getaway. She sighed, setting her bag back down.

“Lieutenant Deeks, from the LAFD told me,” she said casually. Like it was the most common thing in the world.

“You’ve kept up contact with him?” Sam asked with mild confusion.

“Some.” Kensi shifted from her right to her left foot, instantly cursing herself for the sign of discomfort.

“Wait, he was your date, wasn’t he?” Callen’s eyes widened in delight. He nudged Sam. “See, I told you she gave him her number.”

Sam rolled his eyes in disgust and shoved his hand into his pocket, slapping something into Callen’s palm. “Don’t gloat.”

“You guys bet on me? How would you even know about us?” Kensi demanded, caught between outrage and disbelief.

“Eh, we saw you flirting with him.”

“And you like blondes,” Sam added.

“The rest was a lucky guess,” Callen finished. “Which you just confirmed.

“Ok, yes, we went on a date. Now can we move on?” Kensi begged.

“Hey, I just got the preliminary report on the fire,” Nell said, appearing with her tablet in hand. “Wow, Kensi you look amazing!” Completely derailed from her original purpose, Nell stopped to give Kensi the once over. “Are those Jimmy Choos?”

“She was on a date,” Callen filled in. “With the hot fireman.”

“You thought he was hot?” Sam asked.

“I have eyes.”

“You mean the one with curly blonde hair and the muscles and the shockingly blue eyes?” Nell put her hand to her chest as if she might swoon and made a dreamy expression.

“That’s the one,” Sam confirmed.

“I give up,” Kensi sighed, flopping down in her chair and propping her now aching feet on the desk. The gossip about her dating life continued for another minute until she cleared her throat loudly.

“Hey, can we please get back to the case? We have to figure out who started this fire.”

“Right.” Nell scurried to the center of the room, but paused to whisper in Kensi’s direction, “We’ll talk about this more later.”

“Well, since we arrested our guy, either we’ve got a copycat, or we didn’t actually get the real arsonist,” Callen said.

“Which means we might be starting from scratch.” Sam rubbed his chin, and sighed, “We’ll have to interview Parkins again.”

“All right. Nell, you see what you can find on security cams, if anything survived,” Callen decided. “Sam and I will go visit Parkins. I assume you’ll want to handle the scene of the fire, Kensi.” He added the last part with a sly grin.

“I do have an ongoing relationship with the LAFD now,” Kensi said evenly. “Besides, Dee—Lieutenant Deeks is on the scene too, so I’ll be able to—”

“Finish your date?” Nell guessed.

“No. I was going to say that Deeks knows our arsonist’s M.O. He’ll be able tell if this fire was set by the same person.” Kensi paused a beat. “And, we’re definitely making this date up.”

“Hold on a second, you’re planning on a second date with this guy?” Callen held up his hand with an urgency that suggested Kensi had just said something shocking. “You must really like him. One Date Blye has broken her bad streak.”

“Are you done?” Kensi asked.

“Oh, not even close.”

“Fine. I’m going to go put on shoes that won’t bruise my feet, and when I come back, I expect this topic to be finished.” Kensi looked around at them all, then satisfied, limped off towards the women’s locker room.

“Yup, she’s totally smitten,” Nell said once she was safely out of earshot.

***

A/N: Once again, glad you’re all enjoying this. It’s been so much fun!

[neverkayzat]

This is the post where I go insane over every single detail I shoved into the Art of Scraping Through fanart I did recently! I spent around twenty hours on it so now you have to suffer my info dumping :')

Before I start ranting, I have to give props to Squaffle! They made me realize that I can make fanart of fanfiction by making fanart of fanfiction. Wow. I am really smart. Also, I used their designs as inspirations for what I used in this picture. Their art is phenomenal! Check it out! :)

First: The background!

There's something outside of each window! Each window is copy and pasted, but there is an outside. Even if you can't see it. Also, to the right is the Steelers flag (Pennsylvania football team) and a newspaper of the bar opening. You can barely see this in the final version.

Right above Frank's head is the map of West Grove (where they are)! Also, the second image is just a bunch of assorted photo's. I was trying to capture a really run down bar that has black and white pictures of the owners and old pictures of when their bar was a hit. Didn't reallllllyyy manage it, but hey, the pictures look nice :)

Second: The people

This is what the back, back ground people look like without any blur. Also, don't mind Frank. He was the last thing I drew.

These three are OC's of me and my friends, but humanized. Starting from the left is Eclipse, then Vas (who is conveying that Linen, another OC, is saying hi), and finally Arsonist, who is complaining about the humanization. I love sneaking goofballs into pictures they're not meant to be in.

On the left is my persona. It's me guys!! In the final, the only unblurred thing you can see is the fingers. On the right is Canvas, another OC, however you can just see her hair.

This guy in the background is also another OC (my word I'm fitting everyone in here). Not much to say, just that I was up at one in the morning drawing this goober. This is when I hit the ten hour mark.

This is a picture with only the middle people. I remembered that I didn't need to draw full people here. Also that they didn't need to be super detailed.

Fun fact! The guy on the left is someone you cannot see on the final because of cropping. I realized that this picture was not center, and centered it. These two are inspired by my brother (left) and father (right).

This guy is another OC, Bithal. I hate her.

Third: Overall Details

Every beer bottle has AST on the logo. For Frank, it's hard to see because his fingers are covering it up, but it's there!!

There are more drinks on Marc's side to show his drunken state. Also, his beer bottle is empty while Frank is still working on his, as seen in the final picture.

Marc's entire outfit. Oh my god.

The scratch thing on both of their skin! This is also seen basically everywhere but shhhh.

One final detail (probably will be multiple if I know myself well) to conclude this is that color theory is super cool. Marc is all warm colors. His outline is a mixture of yellows and oranges. These colors are associated greater with topics such as happiness and positivity. However, his outfit, demeanor, and outline is a contrast to Frank's deep blues. His outfit is mostly comprised of cool colors, those which normally resemble sadness, isolation, etc. Essentially, what I'm trying to get at with these colors are that Marc is more open in this scene (alcohol be like) while Frank is still the man we know.

Also, his laughter and bubbles are teal because in the comics, teal is one of the main colors that represent Moon Knight. Look at the Mackay run with its major use of teal. It's beautiful.

AANNNDD there are dots everywhere. I love the dots. There's so many of them. I constantly found myself asking "can I use dots here?" and the answer was yes. Yes, you can always use dots here. At the beginning, it was so the picture could resemble an old comic style, but I kind of gave up six hours in and went crazy without any motive.

I hope you enjoyed my very, very long rant on what this picture is all about!! I really enjoyed drawing this! See the final post here!

[linawritesocs]

roland's birthday ssr vignette!

it's the gardener dad's birthday!! :D i almost forgot about his vignette actually

also.. tbh i think i'm gonna go back to actually drawing their birthday ssrs. because finding a picrew that fits all of my characters is way too hard, some most of them don't have things like different skin colors, freckles, moles, etc or simply don't have their energy (for example, maybe i want my oc to look more mature, but that picrew has a more cutesy art style). so yeah, more lina art!!

and yes ignore roland's eyepatch covering the wrong eye and his outfit looking like the nrc one.

[ part 1 ]

[ wisbene dorm lounge - birthday venue ]

seth: heyyy, roland-chan! happy birthday!

roland: oh, seth-kun, you're here too?

roland: i didn't expect a nrc student to show up for my birthday, haha.

seth: come on, you know me, i love hanging out with rsa students, y'all are my friends too!

seth: also, i'm one of the few nrc students who is loved by the rsa guys, so it's okay for me to be here!

seth: but wow, does this mean that you were worried about me? that's so cute~

roland: you're right, rsa students actually like you a lot.

seth: ohh, i love what you did with your hair!

roland: thank you. neige-kun was the one to help me with it, actually.

seth: oh, oh, are you two friends or something?

roland: u-um, i wouldn't say that we're friends.. but neige-kun is one of those rsa students who are very nice to me..

roland: and as you already know, i'm not that popular, haha..

roland: i have no idea why he's so nice to me though. maybe it's because we're from the same dorm.

seth: or maybe it's because neige-chan is just that type of guy. he's nice to literally everyone, i can imagine him wanting to become friends even with a mass murderer or an arsonist.

seth: that's why i like him so much, he's so sweet, he always forgives me for everything~

roland: .. did you just imply that you've actually done something bad?

seth: anyway, i think we should get started with your interview already.

roland: oh, you're right, sorry.

roland: i just noticed the microphone you have with you.

seth: you did? i'm so glad, isn't it, like, super pretty? i did such a good job!

roland: of course, you were the one who made it look like this. you really are creative, seth-kun.

seth: thank you, thank you~

seth: so, the first question.. oh, i don't like this one.

roland: really? why?

seth: i ask this question almost every single time, i'm getting tired of it.

roland: hm.. then maybe you should ask me something else?

roland: i'm okay with anything, you know, as long as you're having fun.

seth: you're so nice, roland-chan..

seth: okay! now, roland-chan, can you tell me a fun story from your childhood?

roland: .. o-oh.

seth: please don't tell me you have a tragic backstory too.

roland: n-no, it's just..

roland: well, i wasn't exactly a "good kid".

seth: oh, so you were in your "problematic era"?

roland: no, i was in my problematic era when i just started attending nrc.

seth: wait, you're right.

seth: it's okay if you don't want to talk about it though-

roland: no, no, it's fine. if i keep avoiding the topics that make me uncomfortable, i won't be able to answer any of your questions. *laughs*

roland: so.. i don't really have a "fun story", but i will tell you this. i loved to cause trouble back then. i was that kid who loved to prank everyone, even the old people.

seth: i see, i see..

roland: even the nice old people.

seth: oh no.

roland: my parents didn't really try to stop me, they actually kind of.. encouraged it.

roland: oh, i don't mean it in a "you go son, go and prank that poor old woman!" way, i mean it.. it's like they just pretended not to see it. they spoiled me a lot too, so i never got punished for my actions.

roland: maybe if they were more strict with me, i would become a better person..

seth: hey, don't think about it like that, okay? it just means that they loved you a lot.

roland: haha, maybe you're right.

roland: .. or maybe it just means that they were too scared to stop me.

[ part 2 ]

seth: okay, let's talk about something else then. what about your hobbies? you're into gardening, right?

seth: i mean, you obviously like it, you're the gardening club president, after all..

roland: well, actually, i'm not that good at it.

roland: most of my plants end up dying very quickly and i have no idea why.

roland: avery-kun just says that i'm too dumb to take care of them properly, haha. maybe he's right.

seth: okay, avery-chan is one of the cutest boys i've ever met, but i want to slap him for this.

seth: but hey, at least you find gardening fun, right?

roland: .. not really.

roland: no, don't get me wrong, i don't regret creating my club, but.. i've actually never been a fan of gardening.

seth: um, but why did you go for a club like that, then?

roland: i-i'd prefer not to say it.

seth: okay, fine, let's not talk about that.

seth: but why do you dislike gardening though? i always wanted to try it-

roland: because of the dirt. i hate getting my hands dirty.

seth: .. um, just wear gloves or something?

roland: but then my gloves will get dirty!

seth: but your hands will be fine??

roland: you don't get it, seth-kun, it's just.. so gross..

seth: what, are you scared of germs or something like that?

roland: i don't think so? maybe? i'm not really worried about getting sick, it's more about.. uh.. the texture?

seth: fine, fine, whatever.

seth: wow, you're much harder to interview than i expected.

roland: .. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry about that.

roland: i'll try to come up with something more interesting-

seth: hey, it's my job as an interviewer to come up with interesting questions!

seth: let's see.. how do you feel about birthdays in general? like, do you enjoy celebrating them? or do you hate them?

roland: well, i'm mostly okay with them. i'm not really a huge fan of birthdays, but it's not like i hate them.

roland: i prefer to celebrate other people's birthdays than mine, though. but it wasn't always like that, i was a very selfish kid in the past, haha.

roland: now i just.. don't really like being the center of attention, i guess.

seth: aww, are you shy?

roland: maybe. but it's more like.. i feel like i just don't deserve it.

seth: huh? what do you mean by that?

roland: next question, please.

seth: oh, um.. okay.

[ part 3 ]

seth: so, did anyone else wish you a happy birthday today?

seth: wait, is that a bad question too? i forgot about your reputation for a second-

roland: haha, don't worry, you're fine.

roland: as i mentioned before, neige-kun helped me out with my hairstyle and he also wished me a happy birthday and got me a gift too.

seth: oh, oh, what is it?

roland: he got me this really cute sweater, he knitted it himself.

roland: and he actually did a very good job with it.

seth: that's so cool! ugh, i'm jealous now. i wish i got a cute gift like that from neige-chan too..

roland: hey, it's okay. i'm sure he will get you something nice for your birthday too.

seth: but i don't wanna wait! why can't he get me a gift just for.. you know..

seth: i think i deserve a gift for being so cute!

roland: haha, you sure do.

roland: as for other students.. most of them didn't even look at me today.

roland: oh, but emile-kun wished me a happy birthday too!

roland: and i got a letter from lilia-kun earlier today, he got me a new eyepatch too, hehe~ it's heart-shaped, i think you will like it.

seth: and what about avery-chan?

roland: he texted me and said that he wants to meet up with me later, so i'm very excited to see him.

seth: i see! it's nice to hear that he still cares about you.

roland: by the way, is he doing alright? i'm so worried about him..

seth: he's fine~ with a prefect like me, nrc students don't have to worry about anything!

roland: but what about all those overblots-

seth: hey, is there a particular person that you'd like to receive a gift from?

seth: you know, like a crush or a friend who didn't get you anything yet?

roland: .. well, there is one. but i'm sure she didn't even remember about my birthday.

roland: it's fine though. i know she doesn't care about me that much, she only cares about that stupid dragon guy and i'm not talking about malleus-

seth: it's medi-chan, isn't it.

roland: .. yes.

seth: come on, man, you have to get over her! i agree, she's very pretty, but i'm sure you'll find someone even better than her one day!

roland: you know it's not just about her looks, right?

seth: i do, but i just have nothing else to say about her, we're not that close.

roland: y-you're quite an honest guy, aren't you..

seth: oh, actually, what's your type, roland-chan?

seth: maybe i can help you and match you up with someone!

roland: ...

roland: i'd rather not talk about it-

seth: don't be shy, i'm sure you have a type! oh, and i won't tell anyone about it, if you don't want to!

roland: well, uh..

roland: i just really want a kind and understanding girlfriend who won't judge me for my past.

roland: i know i'm probably asking too much and i don't deserve someone like that as my partner.

seth: *sobs*

roland: s-seth-kun, are you crying?

seth: it's just.. *keeps sobbing* you totally deserve someone like that, roland-chan! you totally do!

seth: and we're gonna find you someone like that! trust me, you're in good hands!

roland: you really don't have to help me with that..

seth: but i will help you simply because i want to! and you better be grateful!

seth: .. wait, you mentioned that you'd want a girlfriend like that, right.

roland: yes, is there something wrong?

seth: oh, nothing.

seth: *thinking* "i was about to say that neige-chan sounds a lot like his type.. oh well, i guess i still have a chance with neige-chan then~"

seth: okay, roland-chan, i think it's time for me to go. thank you so much for answering my questions!

roland: but.. i didn't really tell you anything interesting about myself.

roland: i just kept saying stuff like "oh, i'm uncomfortable with this topic" or "i don't want to talk about it".

seth: so what? it's not just about me having fun, i want you to enjoy this too.

seth: and if i found you boring, i would tell you that a long time ago, trust me.

seth: also, we can just say that being mysterious is a part of your charm.

roland: c-charm?..

seth: okay, that's it, bye-bye~ and once again, happy birthday, roland-chan!

[little-pondhead]

“Dick?” Bruce looked tired and resigned. Like he knew how this conversation would go but had to do it anyways.

The eldest Wayne looked up from his phone, a bite of waffles halfway to his mouth. “Yeah, B?” He said, a bit too innocently. It was early morning on the first day of summer break, and miraculously, all the Batkids were all together and eating breakfast, albeit at varying stages of liveliness.

Bruce took a sip of coffee before he continued. He held onto his mug like it held liquid courage instead of glorified bean juice. “Is your…friend coming by next week?” A few kids perked up at his tone.

Dick himself just smirked and continued eating his waffles. “The possibility exists.”

Groaning, Bruce rubbed the spot between his eyebrows. “Dammit Dick; if he is, try to keep the damage to a minimum. I don’t want to replace every Batburger sign in Gotham again.”

“Sorry,” Tim interrupted. He looked remarkably awake for how early it was. “What’s going on?”

His brother snickered at the look on Bruce’s face. “I have a friend that likes to stop by every once in a while when he’s free, usually during the summer months. We met at some gymnastics camp when I was like, ten.”

“What’s his name?”

“His name is Danny. He’s a riot to be around.” Dick finished off his plate and got up to clear his spot.

“If by ‘riot’ you mean an arsonist who’s too good at avoiding the law, then yes, he’s a riot.” Bruce rolled his eyes.

“The arson was one time!” Dick called over his shoulder as he left the room. “Danny is much more into sabotaging corrupt corporate giants these days.”

“Like that makes it any better!!”

———

“So, tell me something about Danny.”

Dick glanced up from his pile of paperwork at the table, still in his police uniform, to see both of his sisters sitting in his living room, consuming his box of Cheez-Its like there was no tomorrow. Steph was looking at him expectantly.

He leaned back, silently grateful for the distraction. Case paperwork wouldn’t write itself, but still! “Well,” he mused. “He lives in Illinois.”

Cass raised an eyebrow. The silent And? was obvious enough.

“Danny is a great contortionist,” Dick continued. “He’s about a year younger than me, I think, but has the best damn skincare routine I’ve ever seen. The kid practically glows. Oh!” He leaned forward, like he was sharing some big secret. “And his sister is really hot.”

Steph scrunched your her nose. “No! Not that stuff! I wanna hear the weird stories so I can annoy Bruce with them later!”

“Hmmmmm…” Dick checked his watch. He’s got time. “Well, we like to swap stories a lot. He doesn’t know I’m a vigilante, but I swear, his life is almost as crazy as ours. He fist-fought his town’s mayor on live-TV once; I have the clip somewhere.”

“Send it to me.”

“Sure. Also, his parents are the crazy mad scientist types, and he’s the godson of Vlad Masters.”

“THE Vlad Masters??”

“Yup. I think he and Danny’s parents were friends in college. But yeah, Danny and Vlad don’t get along very well and he tells me that at this point, he just immediately starts throwing hands with the guy as soon as they enter the same room. His parents just think it’s fun family bonding.”

“Wow,” Cass whispered, her eyes wide.

Dick nodded, feeling a curl of warmth in his chest as he thought about his oldest friend. “There was this one time he beat a robber unconscious with a thermos, he lost an arm during a rogue attack three separate times (he got it back don’t worry), he likes to mess with this one guy who wants to skin him alive, I have a few videos of him beating sentient hotdogs to death, he led a revolt against a dead tyrant in another dimension once, yells at eyeballs every once in a while, got cloned and has been pulling out all the dad jokes he can since then, oh and he absolutely abhors Christmas. That’s just a couple things, I have a ton more stories.”

Both girls were staring at Dick with concerned and slightly horrified looks on their faces. “I feel like,” Steph swallowed. The cheese from her snack felt heavy on her tongue. “This is something we should look into? Like, someone wants to skin him alive? Revolting against a dead tyrant?? Should we enforce the Meta Protection laws for him???”

“What do you mean?” Dick looked confused. “Danny isn’t a meta.”

Dick and Danny having met at some acrobatics camp and staying friends since, they never tell the other they are vigilante, but they do share stories

They both just think the other is always up to some shenanigans

"Yeah I had to dig robin out of rubble again, gave batsy one hell of a flashback"

And dannys like "good ole dick"

"He and my weird millionaire guy thought each other cause one wants my pelt and the other wants me, like son way but I only lost one arm this time"

And dick just chuckles

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Some arson neil please?

WIP Wednesday (9/11) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 228)

"Wow," is the first thing out of Aaron's mouth when he opens the door for Andrew twelve minutes later. Andrew cocks a brow and Aaron gives him a low whistle and a once over. "Damn, I didn't know we looked good in green. Where'd you get that?"

"It's a secret. Besides, it's out of your price range," Andrew answers. At Aaron's frown, Andrew says, "$130, plus tax."

"For a shirt?" Aaron's eyes bulge. "Are you serious? You paid—"

"Not me. Kevin."

"Oh." Aaron says. "Right. That makes sense."

"What do you mean, it makes sense?"

"Nothing, nothing." Aaron shakes his head, leaving Andrew confused. They stare at each other for long enough that Andrew feels like he's looking into a mirror. But, instead of green, Aaron is dressed in a familiar dark blue Henley shirt. Seems he must've hit the same Walmart sale as 10 the other day.

"Were you planning to move the table out here or...?" Andrew says, gesturing to the hallway. Aaron jolts.

"Oh, no. Come in," He says, moving out of the way. Andrew steps inside and is immediately hit with the smell of tomato-y. Aaron shuts the door behind him and Andrew surveys the living room he's standing in. 

It's simultaneously bigger and smaller than it looks on Skype calls. This is partially due to the card table in the middle of the room that has the coffee table shoved up against the couch. But the enormous Christmas tree in the corner is also a factor. It's absolutely massive and covered with green and red ornaments. Its bottom branches are drooping with them where they jut out into the room.

"Good grief. What is that, seven foot?" Andrew says, looking up, up, up until he can finally see the star on top. It makes him feel like a fucking dwarf. Aaron laughs.

"Yeah. Katie's family is big on Christmas and she's kinda insane about—" Aaron cuts off when said insane woman appears in a doorway across the room. "Hey babe, Andrew's here."

"I know. I heard you telling him I'm crazy." Katelyn says with a pout as she dries her hands off on a kitchen towel. She tosses it back into the kitchen and her eyes flicker over to Andrew. "Oh, I didn't know you'd look so good in green. Really nice."

"Um. I," Andrew blinks. First 10, then Aaron, now his girlfriend. Evidently Kevin has a future as a personal stylist, in case the exy thing ever goes sour.

Aaron's eyes are wide. "Katie..."

"What?" When she realizes what she's just said, Katelyn slaps a hand over her mouth, completely flustered. "Oh. My God. I didn't mean. I'm sorry. That was... I meant—"

"It's all right. I know what you meant. We have the same face and apparently this is our color," Andrew says, making Aaron sigh in visible relief. Katelyn's expression smooths back out, though her face is tinged red with embarrassment. Andrew wets his lips, trying to think of something to say. Perhaps he should've brought 10 after all. "Something smells good."

[adhd-mess]

Percy Hawthorne rant

Percy is such a tragic character. Raised to be perfect and to take over the family business but has to carry the fact that’s he’s a bastard and that if anyone found out not only him but his family is ruined so what does he do? Poison his bio mom but the poison gets switched to the woman that raised him/adoptive(?) mom and in his mind he’s already in to deep so he does the most reasonable thing(to him it’s the most)and keeps poisoning her but she’s not getting enough poison so the death is slow and painful and by the point his mom is dead he is so far gone he poisons his sister too and again a very slow and painful time but those meddling kids Signa, his cousin-but-not-really, shows up and is like ‘hmm a puzzle. I’m gonna solve it.’ And proceeds to solve it. But before she does, he starts a fire in his own house, he poisons himself to make himself look innocent and to get his father to dote on him and bring them closer(child, baby boy no)then he starts seeing and hearing his dead mom and if you thought he could get more off the rails well next he tries to burn the place his mother is buried bc that’ll get rid of him seeing her.

If we wanted to get real deep with this we could say: we know in Belladonna’s universe if spirits leave the place their buried they grow weak and sometimes fade(can’t remember the word)and we know Lillian(his adoptive mom)tried doing that to see Signa and was very weak and more translucent I believe. What if instead of seeing his mom’s actual spirit bc the veil was thin, it’s a telltale heart type of situation where he summons her out of deeply buried guilt. But we also are told when he’s giving his villain monologue “she won’t leave me alone” it says after “his voice betrayed no sadness or fear. No remorse.” At this point in current time he is at the point of no return if he hadn’t already reached it before. It’s abandon all hope ye who enters here. The Percy that laughed and danced goofily with Signa is not there anymore but replaced with a crafted, calculated, cold hearted killer but even after all of this we are given hope that he, the villain, the killer and arsonist, can have redemption bc Lillian says something like she’ll take care of their son(in the afterlife after Signs kills him)like wow someday I’ll make a better analysis but for now have a rant

I have normal feelings about Percy Hawthorne

[cosmos-dot-semicolon]

The best fire-based equipment in the game

(these expressions are exactly the same ones I make when I play each of these respective builds)