#yeti is one hell of a dad

[sunnymainecoon]

My homophobia disorder is kicking in😖😖😖

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

One plus one

“This can’t be normal…”

“Jason, you’re a halfa, nothing is normal.”

Jason threw a bird as he continued to study the mirror.

There was a lump on his stomach. It wasn’t there last week.

Call him paranoid but the last time he wasn’t ended with him in a box.

Danny snickered from his perch on Jason’s bed.

“You know if something is really bothering you than we can go visit Frostbite? It’s kind of his whole deal to make sure we don’t croak again.”

Jason grimaced as he pressed the toilet’s flush with his foot.before entering his bedroom and flopping onto the bed.

“Sure, who doesn’t enjoy getting lectures from yetis? It’s probably just a resurgence of the pit. And extra can of liquid lime jello a day and I’ll be good.”

“You say that now, but last time it was you flame core coming in.”

Jason grimaced,

“I’m aware.”

“You burned down a safe house. Jason, you’re no longer human. You need to remember that it’s never nothing wit-“

Danny let out a sharp yelp as he felt a harsh kick send him to the floor. Getting up, he sent a glare at the snickering vigilante before letting out a sigh,

“I’m just saying it’s better to get this checked out before it becomes a problem.”

“If it will calm your nerves than we can visit tomorrow, now get over here. I have patrol in a couple hours and I demand compensation.”

“Compensation?” He snickered as he slid into the older boy’s arms. “Compensation for what?”

“The lectures I’m going to have to deal with tomorrow. Now shut up dumbass.”

~~~~

Jason was in shock.

He had to be because there’s no way that Frosty just said-

“-quite remarkable Jason! Usually when it comes to procreation ghosts have challenges to produce one child-“

Triplets.

‘That’s three..’

“Holy shit.”

Like actually how??

Jason couldn’t even remember when the last time he slept with someone let alone bottomed.

Glancing over to Danny he could see that he was trying to do math as well.

“I don’t- how?”

Frostbite gave him a confused look,

“Young Jason? What do you mean?”

“I mean how? I haven’t had sex since I met Danny.”

“Ahh, you are thinking of human procreation. When it comes to ghosts they really only need to have a strong wish for children and have their body and haunt in a proper state to carry. Add the fact that you have been in prolonged contact with the Great One probably caused the quantity.”

Fucking hell Desiree..

“So they’re mine?” Danny asked,

“As far as I’m aware. Congratulations you two on your hauntlings! Now with the sheer number you are a caring Jason I think it it best that we talk about what you should expect-“

~~~~~~

“Jason talk to me babe.”

“Talk? What is there to talk about? I’m fine, you’re fine, the babies are fine. Everything is fine.”

Danny hummed as he floated above the kitchen.

“You say that but you’re stress baking.”

“We were out of snacks.”

“You’re making a cheesecake at five in the morning.”

Jason slammed his rolling pin a bit more aggressively into the gram crackers before turning around.

“Fine! You know what? I’m stressed, I admit it! We’re not in a stable place here! We’re two 23 year olds who live in crime alley! The Anti-Ecto acts just got brought down. You’re going to college and I’m a vigilante crime lord!”

Jason furiously rubbed his palm into his eye before releasing a long breath,

“It’s just- really hitting right now.” He slid down the cabinet to the tile, “Fuck we’re having kids.”

Danny lightly floated to the floor before gently leaning into the taller man.

“Hey, you’re thinking about this like we’re going to do this alone. You’re forgetting that we have support. Tucker and Sam are moving over soon, Jazz is one call away. That doesn’t even count the 20 billion siblings you dad has got.”

The snort Jason let out was counted as a win.

“I mean do you know how many onesies I saw Dick looking up on his phone during those weeks of pranking?Tim was frantically googling what to expect while your expecting.”

“Really?”

Danny nodded solemnly,

“Duke and Damian were figuring out how to set up a nursery. You remember how Bruce reacted the first time. They’ll be excited! And we both know that the girls are going to flip!”

Danny gently nudged him in the side,

“Annnd you’ll have me. I’ll be at your side until you get annoyed by my presence!”

Jason gently unfolded himself and rested his head on Danny’s,

“You know that we’re going to have to come clean about our relationship right?”

With a dramatic sigh Danny got up and pulled Jason along,

“It was fun while it lasted, two and a half years of circumventing Brucie’s attempts of getting me to join the family only to be murdered for that same reason.”

“Nah, Old man isn’t who you should be worried about, Alfred on the other hand…”

As they sat down and turned on the morning news a calm finally fell onto Jason. With a glance down to his stomach he took a deep breath.

‘Yeah we can do this.’

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[bowieandqueen11]

Resolved Issues / Roman Roy Imagine

Request: HIIIII gonna send my succession request while i still can lol.

how about roman and reader sharing childhood stories? him realising that perhaps, maybe the way his family has treated him is tiny bit Not Normal. the reader being somewhere between "oh my god let me give you a hug" and "i just might fight logan roy in the parking lot". yknow good old hurt/comfort you do it like no other

Thank you so much sweetie!! But also yes I feel this in my soul frick Logan Roy lmao 

Warning: strong language. mentions of diarrhoea and mentions of child abuse/ physical abuse! 

This 3k beast took quite a while to write, so feedback is appreciated! Thank you! :)

(I do not own Succession or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @loverboyromanroy.)

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Roman shrugs his shoulders and looks steadily at you, straight into your eyes.

‘The fuck- how should I know? Like... twenty three, ish?’

Roman’s perching on the edge of his own sofa, so obviously uncomfortable even in his own apartment. His wrist flicks as he answers, and a few drops of the whiskey he hasn’t touched comes sloshing round the side to stain his brand new eggshell blue decorative pillows. He had never cared much for property. But then again, he hadn’t cared much for whiskey either growing up; it had been his father’s drink of choice, and therefore his. The faint fire in the cold marble fireplace behind his head licks between his ears, and illuminates the confused amusement gleaming in his eyes.

You scoff, and shake your head at him incredulously. ‘You own twenty three houses, and you choose to live here?’ Awaiting an answer you know will be even more ridiculous, you make an effort to tuck your legs criss-cross under you, and sit with your knees resting just underneath Roman’s lower legs. ‘And yet you still live in the coldest ass apartment, I swear to god I’m freezing my ass off, and that’s even with the fire going. Are you a fucking yeti or something, Roman Roy?’

He chortles as you continue: ‘you thrive in colder climates, huh? That’s not surprising, considering a glare from your father could freeze hell over.’ You take a final sip of your drink before reaching over and placing it on the sleek black coffee table; Roman’s eyes drop for a split second as if almost in despondency, some kind of deep scarred sorrow peeking its way out like a tired child, before rising back to yours, seeking comfort. It doesn’t slip your attention. You make sure your fingers brush against his socks as you slip your hands back to your lap, and give a sweet squeeze to the tippy toes. He lets out a giggle and kicks his foot out at you, and it’s the most delightful sound you’d ever hear: that true, unadulterated happiness that Roman Roy rarely ever is permitted to have, without some kind of malicious intention lurking behind it.

‘Okay, well, one’, he ostentatiously holds a finger up by twirling it in the air, and it takes you a second to realise he’s pointedly showing you his middle finger. ‘Fuck you. Two-’, he decides to count with his pinkie finger, ‘my dad owns twenty three hours, I own approximately zero fucking squilch of that. And three, I’m a fucking incredible designer - see that Feng Shui over there? All me baby, I would have fucking killed it as an interior design.’

‘Having one sad as fuck looking potted plant by the window and literally no personal items doesn’t count as Feng Shui, dumbass. You’re just sad.’

‘Okay - well - if you’re such a smartass-’, Roman winds his hands up by his head but nearly lets the crystal glass his brother had bought him for his last birthday fall onto the hardwood floor, so he grimaces and gently places it on the rug. He turns back to glance at you, and despite the fact he’s positioning himself as if he’s conducting an interview: elbows resting on knees with hands clasped out before him, face set in stone, he still looks intent and truthfully curious about the answer he’s hoping you’ll give. ‘What was your childhood home like then? I’m sure full of unicorns that shart rainbows and fucking fairies that sneeze glitter from the way you hate my deco.’

You pause to think for a minute, not fully expecting such an honest question to come from Roman Roy. You place a finger gingerly against your lip, and in that second, perched up on the edge of the pristine settee, Roman wishes he could just leap over and replace your fingertip with his lips. He had never been so entranced by someone: never had the privilege of knowing someone from this corporate world who would be so truthful, so different from him. And yet, at the same time, someone who so deliciously, so crudely, so cruelly reminded him of the young child locked in the cage within his heart: so unknowingly let him cling onto the little bit of him he had tried to keep alive. The only bit of him left that wasn’t a Roy. That was just Roman.

Yet, even in the hope that clouded his mind as he awaited your answer, your words came like slices to slit against his throat. ‘Well, I suppose my home was... well, not to sound pedestrian, or super corny, but it was a happy one?’ He nodded, content to bleed out in front of you. ‘There was usually a lot of laughter, and of course a lot of stress, but you know. We could all rely on each other. It was... yeah, it was nice.’ You stop, biting your bottom lip and switching your legs around so you could raise them up and pull them against your chest. 

You didn’t want to look at the man sitting before you suddenly. It was as if he had regressed into himself as you went along: withering, shivering slightly like a frosty chill over an empty playground. It looked - it felt unnatural, as he stared at you without seeing. He blinked languidly for a moment, soaking in your words, before jutting his bottom lip out and trying his best to grin at you. ‘Well, my childhood wasn’t so horrid either. My brother took me and Ken camping once, and although it was fucking sleeting down like bullets of pure fucking ice down by the stream, Connor did eat a fish that looked like a mouldy shoe and spent most of the night running off into the woods holding his ass.’

He snorts then, his little high pitched hyena laugh bubbling out of him as he places the back of his hand against his lips to try and hold it in, and you can’t help but laugh along with him at the sorry image of the supposed Roy brother patriarch scuttling around like a crab with diarrhoea. 

‘That’s sweet, but do you have any other actual memories with your family where someone isn’t being ridiculed?’

‘Woah, hey-’, he holds both his hands up, and slides down from the armrest to come sit in front of you. ‘When you meet my brother, you’ll understand that he deserves it.’ You flush slightly at the implication, becoming rather uncharacteristically bashful around Roman, and glancing quickly down between your legs. Pulling at a thread until it becomes loose, you pray the timid fire glow is enough to hide from him the rushing heat crawling up your neck. Due to the fact that Roman also is shyly looking down at the toes he’s currently wiggling to busy himself, you both miss the way the other is blushing. 

‘But...uh’, he starts finally after a moment of contemplation: a blessed few minutes of serendipitous indulgence, of growing warmth and familiarity, and just enough time for the two of you to realise how much your presence and conversation had only furthered endeared the two of you to each other, despite the hint of sadness that laced it. 

‘I really - I mean, my dad was like, always busy.’ He scratches the back of his head, embarrassed by the way you tilt your head and look quizzically at him. He becomes hyper aware of how close his knee is to resting against yours, and decides to swallow the fear that seems to be clogging up the back of his throat, and shuffles forward until there’s finally contact. ‘And my brother was like, following in his footsteps and all that jazz’, his eyes widen as he holds his hands out by his side. ‘So there wasn’t really much time for... fun, I guess. Or mistakes. Or family.’

It breaks your heart to watch him deflate once he finishes speaking, and suddenly the austere, cold walls and empty, hollow halls of his apartment make all the more sense. He looks so worn out, so tired of having to hide himself away behind a big, empty mansion full of props and antiques and nothingness all put out for show, because that’s what he was. That’s how he saw himself. A big, empty, tired, twisted puppet trying to bend over backwards to escape the marionette strings of daddy’s love, not realising they’re choking him. It was a strategy, a way to protect himself: to become placid, to mask yourself as being one of them, to fit in with his father’s lifestyle, and maybe then the slaps and strikes and kicks and whimpers would feel like something good. Because he’s trying to be just like his father. So if he’s hit, it’s only because the puppet hasn’t quite danced to the right tune, that’s all. 

As you glance around, you finally begin to notice how unused all the furniture in Roman’s apartment looks: the cellarette by the bar that looks as if it had been varnished yesterday, to the large screen television on the either side of the elongated room that Roman clearly only put on once a night to watch the news, to the velvet cushioned armchair positioned to sweep out and look across the skyline of the city, yet the headrest didn’t even have a dent. All these things. All this barrenness. It made you sick to your stomach. Here he was: a toy left on the shelf to collect dust, taken out to play with only when it suited the puppet master, and he was still so desperate for love that he still tried to copy his father. 

And you could see from the way his eyes were beginning to turn blood shot as he slowly sat there and turned the cogs in the back of his brain over, that this was a thought he had had many times before.

You try your best not to look at him too pitifully, in case he might take offence and retreat back into his shell again when you hold out your hands to him. He swallows thickly, watching your every movement as your fingers unfurl over his knees, and you signal at him to come closer. For a moment, as he squints his eyes at you, he seems tentative. But then you roll your eyes, trying your best to still seem casual, and flutter your fingers at him again. 

It takes less than a second for him to latch on this time, and his fingers grip into the sides of your skin so tightly you’re afraid he may draw blood. But then, you suppose, that’s all he’s been familiarised with.

‘It’s fine, I’m fine’, he tries to shrug it off, but his fingers only squeeze into yours all the more desperately. Worried he’ll try and pull away if you keep them suspended between your touching knees, you slowly pull them down to rest on your lap as he continues talking. He begins to play with your fingers almost subconsciously, looping them through his stout ones. ‘I mean, sure, my earliest memory is Shiv trying to drown me in the pool because she didn’t want so many older brothers to take all of daddy’s attention away from her. And Ken was never really present, dad was always shipping him away to some conference training or having him sit at his feet like his lap dog, but it’s fine. I’m fine. I grew up to be a well adjusted adult without any concerning issues at all.’

Although his tone is mocking, once he’s finished his rambling thought he lets go of your hand to rub his eyes. He does a half-yawn to try and cover the fact that they’re becoming rather bleary - to hide the fact that this is beginning to get at him, actually. And he’d rather stop now, if that’s alright. He’s the jokester in the family. The happy man. The go to cheer-upper. The pathetic one. He didn’t want to cry. He didn’t want to cry in front of you. He was never allowed to cry.

He jumps when he feels your hand against his knee, and he sniffles slightly when he looks down and sees you’ve leaned closer towards him. ‘And your dad?’, you ask quietly, cautiously, pulling the hand of his you were still holding tightly into your sternum. ‘What was he like growing up?’

‘Well, I was annoying. I- I am annoying, so, you know-’

He chokes then, and this time he can’t stop the sob that breaks out from the back of his throat like an overdue bell chime.

‘I’m annoying. I’m fucking annoying, you know that?’, he chokes out between sobs, doubling over on himself, but he’s still laughing between each gasping breathe. ‘I’m such a piece of shit’, he states, doing his best to stop his lip from wobbling and the tears from clouding out of his eyes, but he doesn’t complain when you take your hand off his lap and guide it to the small of his back, just before the dip in his shoulder blades. Gently - ever so gently, as if you were cradling a new born child still so unused to human touch, you guide him down to lie on your legs. He goes easily, taking his hands back to lean them under his chin, and allowing you full utility of your fingers. You put them to good use, beginning to stoke back stray curls of his mother’s hair away from his face, tucking them behind his ear until his breathing evens again.

He watches the sun fall over the edge of the Waystar Royco building: a sight he has seen many times before, but one that feels all the more eerie as the slates of dark metal blot out the light like a flashy tomb.

You bring him back, pursing your lips together and trying not to laugh sorrowfully as he sneezes at the feel of your finger moving down his forehead to trace over the dip of his nose, and evidently tickle it. You move onto the curve of his left eye, and it fills you with at least a little comfort to notice the way he squeezes his eyes shut at the movement. What was less welcome, though, were the few pearly tears that slipped past the cracks of his eyes and began to trace down the old bruised shaped hollows of his cheeks.

‘God Roman’, you choke out, trying to gently turn his head so he’s looking up at you. For a moment, he throws a tantrum and shakes his head in refusal, but your fingers are unrelenting and all forgiving against the side of his jaw, and soon he can’t help but give in to the love he’s so desperately begging for. He allows you to turn him, still squirming in your touch, until the two of you make eye contact. And there’s such naivety there, such desire and craving and conviction and belief as he keeps his eyes trained wholly on yours, that the words just come tumbling out of your mouth.

‘I’m going to fight your whole family I swear. I’m going to fight them all, one by one, and then take over Waystar, maybe find out what the fuck is going on between this Cousin of yours and Shiv’s husband’, he chortles at that, and chokes a little, ‘and then the two of us can burn the place to the ground and ride off into the sunset.’

Although he feels only elation at your words, he starts to shake when you use the pads of his thumbs to gently, tenderly wipe the tears away from beside his nose.

‘Stop, please’, he whimpers, but you know he’s not talking about your physical actions. ‘My dad’s never going to die, even if he is gone. Just- just- get out while you can, okay? Just fucking run.’ He grabs up at your hands, and holds onto one intently. ‘Just fucking go, okay, because I will destroy you. I’m- fucking poison, alright?’

‘No, no’, you state more firmly, when you see the creases in his forehead begin to appear. He shakes his head, and his whole face crinkles up when you admit the one thing left unspoken between the two of you.

‘You - you’re worth it. You’re worth putting up with all of this for, Roman Roy. One day, you’ll be free, and we’ll get to make new memories. Better ones.’

‘Just shut up. Shut the fuck up. Please. Just-’

His words die out on his mouth when you lean down swiftly and replace them with your waiting lips. His hand falls from where it was encircling your wrist, and after a moment of stunned shock, comes up to press firmly against the nape of your neck. His widened eyes melt slowly into a blissful, languid close, and despite the fact that he has no fucking idea how to actually kiss someone he cares about, he does a mighty good job of latching onto your bottom lip and whimpering when you go to pull away.

‘You promise’, he whispers into the tense air between the tip of your nose and the side of his stubble. He leans up to kiss you again, and a bite of saltiness stings at your mouth. ‘You promise’, he murmurs again as he opens his mouth, refusing to break away from the kiss: instead breathing you in and licking the tip of his tongue against your own. Steadying yourself, you grip onto his biceps, and press a last, ardent kiss to his mouth by latching onto his top lip.

‘I swear, Roman, I swear to god I’m going to make up for all the lack of love your family has given you. And I’ll start right now.’

[octonauts-lover]

Octo-tober Day 3: Monster

I've wanted to post some Octonauts fanfics for a while now, and Octo-tober seems like a good way to test the waters! I don't plan on posting all of my writing for this event, which is why I'm just now starting at day three :p It's because I finally wrote something (I think) good enough to post. Anyways. This is set right before the Monster Map episode.

(@4eyedloser just in case the tags get weird)

Peso has about a million cousins and uncles and aunts and grandparents. You can see a photo of some of them, in a panorama hung on the wall by his bed. Dashi has her sister. Shellington, a sister of his own, and a nephew. Tweak, her dad, Barnacles, his twin sister, nephew, and niece. Inkling has a nephew as well.

Kwazii, he has his grandad. That he hasn’t seen in years. 

Calico Jack’s quite the character, has been since Kwazii was just a kitten. He’d never go a night without elaborate tales filling the stale air of the ship’s galley. Midnights on a sea of knives.

Adventures, great escapes, and more often than not, monsters. A ship-crushing shallowtooth, a hairy-webbed clockerflock, his daring escapades are what Kwazii sees in his dreams. In his dreams, he’s there with him.

In his dreams, he’s there with him.

Kwazii doesn’t think about where his grandad is. Doesn’t think of what waters he’s in, or… if he’s been swallowed by them. He doesn’t think of his ship, or Pete, or what monster he’s maybe facing now, or of his voice… what Calico Jack, his fearsome, brave, bold pirate grandad, would think of him now. If he was here–if he’s alive–what would he say? What would he not? Hardwood, rope swinging, and fiery gold. Orange sharks, oxygen tanks, and fish biscuits.

When Kwazii woke up that morning, his whiskers pointed him to a map. The pieces clicked. They were in just the right location…

He pounced to open the secret compartment on the top of his coat rack. He yanked the map out, thin and brittle like a roll of cinnamon, one of the last shards of Calico Jack. He’ll find that lost city. Come hell or high water or a colossal yeti-faced terrorknit. No monsters–or memories–would get in the way of this pirate.

[princess-of-the-corner]

ML Monster AU

Random Suggestions! (I’m aware some people are locked in, but I’m throwing all I got out there! please note, I am also a huge fan of Halflings/Hybrids!)

Rose - Unicorn. Either the Faux/Pure thing I talked about before, or a Unicorn hybrid with, like. A kelpie or a kind of Grimm. So she’s still Pure, Healing, Light, but also Curses, Death, Darkness. Or some kind of Dryad/Banshee kid. Or Unicorn/Banshee … not sure why, but that one appeals.

Ivan - Minotaur feels obvious, but were-something could work? Bear, wolf, is there such thing as a werebull? Cyclops, maybe? Troll? What exactly would something like King Kong be classified as, is there a Magic Creature version of that, he can just turn into a giant ape? Bigfoot or Sasquatch? Yeti?

Nathaniel - Gorgon, full or partial? Only Medusa really had the “turn people to stone by looking at them”, so Nath doesn’t NEED that. The OG Gorgon Sisters all had different abilities, he could be any of those … go the OG Monster High Deuce route, have him be the kid of a Gorgon and a normal human?

Kagami - Dragon still feels acceptable, but so could a Yuki-Onna, actually. Yuki-Onna adopted by dragons, or vice versa? Though there is a Japanese legend about a serpent/dragon that turned into a woman to romance a guy, (think she’s called Kiyohime?) could that be a selkie variant? Dragon Selkie?

Sabrina - I think you said Grim reaper before, but what about Were-Wolf? This is a somewhat Recent Development, and she’s terrified to tell her dad, cause Roger HATES supernatural creatures.

Zoé - I remember Zoé being a Werewolf, so we could have the Werewolf vs Vampire thing with Chloé, but I’m kinda attached to her being a Mothman type thing? Oooh, Jersey Devil!

Adrien - is he still a Cait Sith? Or was it werecat?

Lila - if you don’t go with the Alien thing, or the “Normal Human”, what about a Changeling? Like, she was swapped at birth, but is scared of anyone finding out, cause what if they try to trade her back??

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Loving Unicorn!Rose.

Ivan being anything Big works well.

Nath as a Gorgon has some potential, though I have rolled with the mythos re: stone gaze being an afab thing

Honestly a ‘Dragon Selkie’ is tempting as hell really doubling up on the creatures.

Someone suggested Succubus for Sabrina and honestly that’s tempting.

Zoé I’m keeping as our Werewolf but she def got bit while looking for Mothman.

Re: Adrien and Lila I’ve changed what Adrien is and it’s Changeling-connected. So like. Emilie and Amelie are part of the Changeling Deal. One was Fae, the other Human, they got swapped. But they also met up years down the line and decided ‘fuck it we’re sisters now’.Adrien and Felix are both Fae. All of them are from a Cat Court.

[swagtastic-bougie-pompadour]

✈ - an eye-opening memory (for Clavell)

//tw for verbal abuse & heavily implied homophobia below the cut

It's cold.

Cold enough that your snot would form icicles. Cold enough that Clavell shivered on the pitch even bundled in an undershirt, fleece top, and an absolutely styleless puffer jacket.

But here he is, anyways, on a freezing, snowy Sunday morning when he could be watching cartoons on the telly with sweet little Melony instead. All for arcdamned battle practice. His dad, bouncing from foot to foot alongside his Mr. Ryme, cups his hands around his mouth so his words carry.

"Send out that Abomasnow of yours already! You've been training her, right? Don't tell me you couldn't be arsed again."

"Right, father. I hear you loud and clear. I've been training 'im just fine."

Out from his Pokéball pops Beleth, though that won't be his name for another thirty-some years. The hulking creature turns back to Clavell with a goofy smile, which is enough for the teenager to loosen up and give his first command.

"Alright, Abomasnow! Let's start off with a bit of Swagger!"

The yeti puffs up its chest and pretends to... slick back its ears? The sight's enough to set Clavell giggling, even as the Mr. Rime--and Mr. Frost--look about ready to blow their lids.

"Do you even want this job? Are you even capable of taking this seriously, Clavell? Urggggh... Mr. Rime. Psychic."

Mr. Rime moves to use its psychic energy, but its constant tapdancing, its confusion, and the icy ground combine to catch the fellow on the ice instead. Ouch.

"Hell yeah! Keep up the pace, mate! Let's go defensive with an Aurora Veil!"

The icy weather cloaked Abomasnow in perfect greens, blues, and purples. Enough to distract Clavell for a moment too long.

"Snap out of it, Mr. Rime. Focus Blast!"

The attack, which would normally whiff in even a stiff breeze, hits perfectly in a moment of distraction. A little too confident. A little underpracticed. Abomasnow reels back in surprise, unable to complete its Aurora Veil perfectly.

Mr. Frost claps his hands, and both Pokémon stand at attention. The battle is officially On Pause. Clavell hates when his old man puts things On Pause.

"See, Clavell? You needed to work on fixing that! She's still slow at putting up Aurora Veils! That could be win or lose for you two!"

Clav sneered. "I don't think anyone's noticing that other than you..."

"Are you out of your mind? This is the Galar League! There's juggernauts like Opal out there, and you're sitting here faffing around..."

"Chill out, I just--"

"You just what?!"

Mr. Frost practically exploded, crossing the pitch to Clavell's spot. Shit. That's going to be one hell of a talking to.

"You, you... what? You're too busy with that mop of a thing you call a hairstyle? You're too busy sneaking out to Spikemuth again?"

Clavell shuffled awkwardly on his side of the field, running a hand over his hair. Fuck. It was one time he got reamed out there. It's not like there was anything more to it, as far as the old man knew. Right? Hopefully?

"You're too busy "hanging out" with those chavs? Too busy with that bloke whose bike you were riding? Is that it? Are you too busy being a fucking--"

"Clavvy!"

Oh, thank Arceus and the Hero. Melly. Charging away from her mom faster than anyone could possibly catch her, before attaching herself to his leg.

"Clavvy, is dad being mean again? Is daddy using bad words?"

Clavell placed his hand on his sister's head, smiling warmly at her before shooting a Look at his father. This would probably continue later, but at least not in public.

"Listen. Clavell. I just have one thing to say. We're done here. You don't want to do training, you don't have to do training. As a matter of fact, never fffff... never come back to this pitch again. Your little sister can do what you won't, then."

Melony blinked, looking between the two of them. Clavell refused to meet his little sister's eyes. This was entirely on him.

"I'm gonna be a gym leader, father?"

"You've got that right. Because your useless brother here wouldn't put up much of a fight if he tried."

Melony nodded, in her way that looked like she understood. Clavell knew she didn't. He'd have to properly apologize later. Over and over and over for years to come. But for now, his father had turned his attention back over to the deadbeat.

"But, as for you, you'd better find something else you want to do with your life fast. Research, maybe. Medicine. Law. Something respectable. And that'd better not be in Spikemuth, and especially not with any strange blokes."

"You hear me? Last chance, son."

[crystal-clear-crystalline]

G3's handling of the original "embrace your freaky flaws" is really weird and contradictory, especially in it's world building so far. Despite that, it could've went in an interesting direction with the theme. The best parallel I can easily describe it is how marginalized groups also have the issue of discriminating other marginalized groups. For example, I'm southeast Asian and there is an issue of racism, homophobia and ableism I see with my family and friends. Unfortunately for me I am at least one of those, maybe two.

This can explain all of the monsters panicking and going on the defense when Clawdeen initially finds out about Monster High. She's a human, a human probably connected to them going into hiding. It's only when they found out she's part monster when they welcome her into the school. They also wrote in interesting details like how gorgons weren't allowed on the casketball team until Medusa came along. This could lead to her and the ghouls to think more thoroughly about what it really means to "embrace your freaky flaws" along with some more material specifically for Clawdeen as her being half (and the fact that that's emphasized to hell and back).

It's probably not gonna go like this because a lot of this is pulling from my understanding of the first Monster High movie (and also I'm not 100% remembering the g3 episodes) and the weird detail in Abbey's episode. I thought it was super weird for Clawdeen to not question everyone going "oooooo yetis are scary 😱". That interaction reminded me of human characters (who assumably knew her) bullying her and thus leading her to basically have no friends aside from her dad and Crescent. She doesn't really have that context everyone else does so I was honestly surprised she didn't go "What do you mean? Aren't all monsters scary?" in the episode.

[thowawayuntilfurthernotice]

So I watched the animated Urkel Christmas movie and oh boy......do I have a lot to say about it.

First things first, I'm glad that this project managed to survive the HBO Max content purge. As it proves that getting shit canned by David Zaslav is no longer a death sentence.

Now, as for the movie itself.

It's fucking weird.

I'll admit that I didn't grow up with Family Matters, so I have no real emotional attachment to the Steve Urkel character, and my only exposure to Jaleel White as a kid was from his voice work on the Sonic cartoons.

So I didn't know what to expect going into this, and if I'm being brutally honest, I'm still trying to process what the hell I just sat through.

First of all, the title is a fucking lie. He does not save Santa. Santa doesn't appear until the tail end of the movie. And when he does appear, he doesn't really do much outside of teach Urkel the true meaning of Christmas.

A better title would have been "How Urkel learned to be less overbearing during the Holidays."

Seriously, the entire conflict of this movie could have been avoided if any one of Urkel's friends or neighbors just pulled him aside and said "Hey, Steve. I know you mean well, but can you tone it down a little bit?"

Also, Santa is a yeti because..... why the fuck not.

While I'm on the subject of the supporting cast, I don't know what to make of them.

They're passive aggressive towards Urkel for no reason whatsoever.

For example, there's a part where Urkel invents a translator helmet as a gift for Robin's dad, who doesn't speak English on the count that he's from Ecuador (Why his daughter is able to speak perfect English with an American accent is never explained, but whatever.) and Robin just shoots the idea down. Which is fine and all, but why does her dad have no say in the matter?

This scene would have been a lot more effective if Urkel had pitched the translator helmet to Robin's dad, rather than Robin herself.

Speaking of Robin, I can't help but feel like the writers originally wanted her to Urkel's love interest, but they most likely vetoed that idea halfway through production. As their first interaction is written like a meet cute, so I legit thought that they were going to get together by the end of the movie, but I guess not? Which is whatever, but it's still bizarre none the less.

Oh yeah, this movie is also a musical because the writers needed an excuse to pad the run time.

The only enjoyable song is Santa's song towards the end, mostly because his voice actor has a beautiful singing voice. The rest of the cast try their best, but they're not given any decent material to work with, and listening to Jaleel White try to sing in his Urkel voice is as grading as it sounds.

There's also this evil billionaire tech bro character, because this movie needed an antagonist for some reason.

Though I will say that I do like the art style, it's very 2000's. I just wish the animation quality was a bit better, but it is what it is.

Overall, I feel like this would have worked better as a forty minute special rather than an a hour and a half movie.

It's not terrible, but it's nowhere near as fun as it could have been I guess.

[ekwolfwood]

...well this has been a week from hell. or a month. its just been.... a lot. sorry if none of this makes sense, it is very much 4am.

(tw: health talk, disability talk... and death/pet death)

-it started at yeti, which was overall fantastic and 10/10 cant wait for next year, but all the stress factors all compounded into me having what was, on my birthday, probably my first noticeable seizure in decades. im not fully convinced, but both my partner and my twin noticed something was very off/not like regular dissociating

(i was one of those lucky ones that "grew out" of my absence seizures by highschool-ish, but theres always been the chance of them coming back/if i was still having super mild ones (i still have hella motor tics, which are tangentially related), but recently.... something in me might have been trying to warn me (we were using our own disability stuff for our heralds au, and bringing it up a lot...). i wanna talk about the good yeti things, but it doesnt feel like that day happened at all?

-on an immediate side note, mild pain flares took up a lot of the following two weeks, but i also finally got a specialist appointment with a pseudo answer??? he was very nice, and confirms at least prooobably fibromyalgia? which yeah lol ive suspected for years, so its a nice first step/confirmation. im placing a new bet however on that hes dead wrong with saying theres nothing wrong with my connective tissue. there is. i know there is. the pain and need for a walking stick for my knees/balance says otherwise

now the other two... bigger things.

-...... got a call on canada day that my grandad died. its been.... rough. more worry (mostly about my dad, and just over change and scheduling). more stress. this is the first time ive cried over a family member dying. ever. i didnt care about the other set of grandparents, on my mums side (when my nana died there was an undercurrent of 'ding dong the bitch is dead...' she was a... mildly racist piece of work, to be nice about her). but i like my dads side of the family. im glad alex got to meet him once before he went. he was 96. its not a shock, its just... its just yeah. theres gonna be no funeral, and i dont know if im thankful for that or not.

-.....and then all the past few weeks, Loki, my partners cat, had been acting increasingly off. i had a gut feeling. he's had kidney issues/near renal failure twice before. i just... i knew it was gonna be soon, and i desperately wanted to be wrong, and let the little blighter have a good long life being a little sensory nightmare to me, but... something in me just fucking knew. and, of course, because of my grandad, the news happened when i was 3 hours away from home with responsibilities and couldnt just leave. she's here now tho, and we're going home tomorrow morning, and saying goodbye to him on thursday.

i... dont deal well with change. the processing, the not feeling grief properly (cognitive/affective empathy issues, which is wild because alex and i had a whole ass conversation about that before any of this happened???? again. weird. coincidences.), the uncertainty.

and the fact that no one can be ready for any of this.

but, if things come in threes, then that better be fucking it for a while okay.

because we'll be alright.

we'll make it through.

things just take time.

[ravio-rants]

12 and 14 for Raide :)

Which canon characters (if any) do the oc have good relationships with? Why those characters?

okay Technically, technically, none of the canon characters are around in Raide's time. or if they are, he wouldnt have met them. (honestly havent decided if they're somehow still around or not, but that could be a really fun little side thing..)

however. im going to have fun with this. Raide is very creative, and kind, and also protective, so i think he would get along well with Uli and Colin and Rusl. Uli is a kind lady who i can easily see knitting and sewing most of the time, so raide and uli could honestly just quietly chill and craft while maybe talking about the stuff going on around them. raide would also be willing to help take care of the kiddos. Colin is Uli's kiddo, and has an interest in protecting people and learning to wield a sword, but also canonically enjoys crafting things (he made his own fishing rod with his dad, as well as the wooden sword if i remember right.) so raide would have fun crafting with him too, as well as helping him with his sword training. she might not want to be a royal guard, but they Do enjoy hitting things with sharp sticks, and they might as well teach someone who wants to learn, right? plus i dont think he would mind hanging out while colin goes fishing. Rusl and raide would get along because raide comes from a line of royal guards, and has the professional training that comes with it. rusl would respect that. Rusl would also respect their choice to not be a guard, especially because she still actively protects her friends whenever they leave town. They have the shared experience of having been guards tho, so they could bond over how shitty training probably was.

honorable mentions: i think Ashei and Raide would get along as the weird boygirls they are. the yeti's get along with everyone, but Yeto would let Raide help him with soup, and Yeta would so work on a quilt with her.

why those characters? because, as much as i like the main characters (link, zelda, midna) i dont think raide would get along with them super well. Link is a farm boy, and yeah they both have sword training, but like, they dont have the shared experience of Being Guards like Rusl would have. they would maybe be chill with each other but i dont see Raide like, joining him on a trip to castle town or smthn. Zelda is.. zelda. idk. shes pretty cold in this version, and kinda resigned herself to her fate, and we dont see her Do like.. anything. so idk. Midna is a little too mischievous for Raide. i think they would be chill with each other, on account of Midna being related to Raide's friends, but i dont see them being friends. so i chose other characters that Would have a better chance of being friends with them.

also yeah all these bitches would be in the light world but like.. i already have an idea for the worlds being able to mingle a bit and also we dont. we dont have canon characters in the twilight realm. zant gets exploded and midna wouldnt be friends with him.

Did you give your oc a love interest? Is it another oc or a canon character? Why?

yes i did! raide and calen are boyfriends!! they are both oc's.. why? because i dont really like shipping my characters with canon characters, plus with them living in the twilight realm, options would be limited. why i gave raide a love interest.. well, Raide and Calen are both based on parts of myself to some degree (raide being creative as hell and calen being a vague metaphor for chronic illness that i can explain at a later date) and i revamped them around the time i got out of an iffy relationship, and calen, in his previous incarnation, had been dating one of my ex partner's oc's, so i decided "fuck it, self indulgent oc ship." because i was lonely. they both deserve to be loved, gender fuckery, overwhelming creative wants, and chronic illness included.

(note: shipping your oc's or yourself with canon characters is perfectly fine, its just not something i like doing with My characters.)

[dcxdpdabbles]

Master Posts Links

All the dabbles I have posted on my DC x DP account. Under a read more due to how long it is. Broken into three categories:

Multi-parts - Dabbles that have more than one part written.

One-shots- Dabbles with only one part written.

Requests- Dabbles written for the requests of readers. (Note: If a request is for a continuation of the other two categories, they will be filed in Milti-parts)

Master Post 1 Link

Master Post 2 Link

Master Post 3 Link

Completed AUs Master Post Link

NSFW (+18 ) Link

Please read the indexes to determine which master post each au is filed in.

As of 12/25/2024: The newest stuff is inside of Master Post 3.

MASTER POST 1 INDEX:

Multi-parts:

The Royal Consort,

Child Support

Phantom's Number 1 fan

Danny and The Fan Blog

Congratulations! It's Triplets!:

Ghost King Summon dare

The Dauntless Matchmaker

Demon and Angel Brat

Single Dad

Jason's Doll

Misplace Baby

One-shots:

The Assistant

The Ghost Trio's Food Trip

Legal Compensation

Love Among Fans

Lex Luther's Youngest

The Infinite Realms Hobby Store:

Obsession Runs in the Family

Farm Hand

Vague Threats

Game of Deadly Love

Retired-Rouge

The Real Blood Son

The Kid of Candles

Magic Older Brother

Keep The God Kid Busy!

Dog walker

Clockwork's Cookbook

Respawn and Relive

The Summoning Conditions of the Ghost King

Finders Keeper

What's the rule again?

The Contact, the Butler and the Sly Time Lord

Big Fish in Gotham Pond:

Immunity system:

Wrong Number:

Timeline Prevention Squad

Requests

The Masters are Aliens

Ghost Zone Read

Red Hood's Snow

Jason Sees Dead People

Ghost Dad

Wayne Manor Ghost

The Siren of Iceberg Lounge

The Orginal

The Ghost King's Fibs

Red ParentHood

Woo thy Butler, My Lord

Double Vision

Dealeyed Soulmates

Rescue Mission

Danny's Online Persona

Practice makes perfect

MASTER POST 2 INDEX:

Multi-Parts

Cass the Halfa

Danny's Grill

Freelance Inventor

The Audit

Why Ten?

Cluster of Cores

Demon Head Slightly to the left

Danny Fenton's Ex

New Management

Billy's Parents

Phone a friend

Super Robin

Cassandra's Curse in Gotham

The Summoned Demon

Marriage Trap the Office Supplier!

It's all Fun and Games Kids!

One-Shots

Red Yummy

Professional Protector of Love

The Backroads

In 30 Minutes or less

One hell of a good bellhop

Corporate Rivals

Rude Kryptonian

Ecto-Specialist

Side Hustle

Copyright

Love at first (club) meeting

Catnip for heroes

Old Friends

Danny the Nanny

Lights and Camera

Hot Wings

The ones who got away

Vanishing Bookstore

Petal to the metal

Lover Boy

PenPal

Fishbowl Bones

Unwanted House Guest

The Roommate

Missing Half

Danny's Did you Know?

Yeti's orders.

Who's Child is this?

Requests

Batman with a gun's lover

IRS's boogie man

Dear Elder Brother's mistakes

The Undead Florist

Pit's Merman

Dullahan is my roomate

Nightowl Appartement

The one with Sunset Hair

The Cinnamon Roll's son

The lost In-Laws

The Lady and The Dad

Big Brother does not approve

Gotham's star and Shadow

Pride in Gotham

Revenant Prompt

The King and his Not-Knight

Contestant Number 3

The Lost son of the Bat

AroAce Danny

Extended Family

Master Post 3 Index

Mult-parts

Passion for Fashion

Alfred's Boy Friend

Alley Boyfriends

Mr. Flavor

One-shots

You ARE the father

The Good Luck Charm

To be Human Again

Travel Buddy

Shift

A little bit of Home

Request

Access Granted

Skulker's Past

Surviving Babysitting

The Twins

Echo's Dad

The Artifact Repair Man

Flip of A coin

COMPLETED AUS MASTER POST INDEX

The Bakery is a Front!....right?

Cave Boy

The Adoptive Son

[p1x3l-h3arts]

TW: Abuse & Blood

Introducing a particularly “charming” character: Ethan Lockheart, aka, Pixel’s ex. One of the first antagonists that make an appearance in the Misfit Mash. First image is his ref sheet for 2023, next is a shot of when Glitch(Pixel’s brother) met him for the first time and was seeing ALL the red flags, and then the last image is a snippet of how Ethan actually treated her after the honeymoon phase ended. Also explains the origin of why she always wears a band aid on the bridge of her nose...

More about Ethan under the cut:

Ethan is known by a lot of things. He is the ringleader of a group of wannabe delinquents called “The Fallen Rose Petals”(cliche I know), Pixel’s ex boyfriend, and Yeti’s school bully. He comes from a home where both of his parents are divorced and things are somewhat dysfunctional. His dad is super rich & doesn’t really bond or discipline his son. Instead he buys him whatever he wants and calls it a day. His mother, who has main custody of him, is a super sweet woman who isn’t as wealthy as the father, but she still spoils him and is basically his doormat. Ethan grew up his whole life used to getting his way, never facing real consequences for his actions, and not learning a general sense of what’s right and wrong. He’s got an inflated ego, manipulative tendencies, misguided misogynistic beliefs, and can’t ever handle rejection or not being in control in a healthy manner.

As for his personal relationships, his friends are intimidated by him so they never stand up to him or question his ideas. His charisma and “IDGAF” attitude made him quite popular at school with an interesting bad boy image. Pixel was particularly attracted by this and got close enough with him to the point where they dated for a few months. Those months would prove to be hell for Pixel however. Ethan is extremely emotionally abusive and would often gaslight her, insult her, and put down her feelings to remain in control in their relationship. He however slipped up one day and was caught cheating with another girl by Pixel. Outraged, she finally stood up against him and tried breaking things off once and for all. He however…did not take the breakup well. After their breakup, he not only scarred her but he also began to use his popularity to spread lies about her throughout the whole school to damage her reputation. And everyone believed him since he was the closest to her out of everyone else.

[redhoneysugarorange]

I raise you the following ideas for more crossovers:

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Danny Phantom and Genshin impact?

Danny and Hutao would get on like a house on fire. But then if she finds out he's not only half dead but also never received a proper grave, it'll be a great set up for angst and fluff as hutao prepares him an actual funeral and burial ritual.

I think he'd feel nauseous around Chongyuns (in sorry If I mispellsd his name) but because he's half human and also a different kind of ghost (ectoplasm based rather than energy) the pure yang energy doesn't effect him as much.

I feel like around Quiqui Danny would be able to help her with her memory problem. A dab of ecto here, some ectoice from the far frozen there, and she would be remembering much more. After all, the half dead need to stick together. I feel like Chichi and Baizhu would love a visit to the Far Frozen to learn medicine from the Yetis, and perhaps learn how to heal illnesses they never thought possible.

The traveler would relate to being a fellow traveler from a different world. Perhaps the traveler once visited Danny's home dimension, and thus they can talk about changes and what they miss about home. Danny would offer to help find The Traveler's sibling, but even Danny doesn't have that power. I feel like Danny would also have trouble from the unknown god when trying to leave.

This is not to mention the several other ghosts, spirits, demons, and other such remnants of the past that are all over Teyvat. Imagine that Danny's presence, or maybe a portal, would end up leaking ecto into the surroundings and result in the ectofying of several dead and evil things. Chaos across the land, Xiao would be beyond pissed at this ghost boy who brought back so much of the evil Xiao and his fellow yakshas spent their lives to wipe off the surface. But this also has the capability of bringing in some of the more beloved deaths. Teppei, The Salt God, Xiao's Yaksha family, Ei's sister and friends.

I also feel as though Danny could definitely tame one of the ruin machines, or at least make some mischief with them.

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Danny Phantom and Marvel?

Damn we got this kid with parents who have super mad scientist vibes, it wouldn't take much to drop him off into the hands of a marvel character.

Bruce Banner? Would vibe with Danny "my parents made a portal to some sort of afterlife" Fenton. Bruce would be so angry and saddened when he learns the fact Danny died due to lax safety protocols. If you want make ectoplasm radioactive and bam another thing they can bond over. I feel like they could learn a lot from each other. Danny could introduce him to Cujo, like "hey my dog does that to!" and Bruce would be intrigued to watch Cujo go from cute puppy to hulking giant dog.

Tony Stark? If earlier on, Would say he's not fit to be a father, end up agreeing to being Danny's mentor, and yet would still end up being a protective dad anyway. He would bring well needed structure in Danny "I'll sleep when I'm dead - oh wait" Fenton's life. Would be so much more stressed 24/7. If later on, Danny would get along well with his daughter I think, and would do his best to figure out where the souls that got snapped went. None of them ended up in the infinity realms, and tha should not be possible. So where did they go?

Danny would meet Vision and go "oh cool, a never born" and would end up explaining the concept of souls formed in ths infinity realms, and how their are spirits there who are simply formed through emotions. I feel like if you snuck in a "like you, your soul was formed from love, appreciation, and steady acknowledge as being human" vision would be so overwhelmed and happy.

Danny in Space with Star Lord and his crew? Oh hell yeah. Get space Core Danny in their and you'll get a crew of Allen's baffled at this human child with no sense of danger who won't seem to stay dead.

"Starlord, how do human children work? Are they supposed to be able to go through solid material?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know?"

"you're a human and you used to be a child!"

"AND????"

Captain America? Danny could casually remark something like "oh I lost a lot of respect for America when they declared my species non sentient and ordered the death of all of us" and just completely fuck some shit up.

Black Widow? Here's this kid, that unlike her own assassin upbringing, was raised to be a normal American. This child, he agreed to fight not because he was raised to, nor was he one of those young heroes ready to fight alongside other heroes for the wonder of being a hero. No, this child chose to do this, because he felt obligated to. He felt obligated to, because despite it being his parents mistake he himself was the one to turn on the portal. Danny was also the only one capable of fighting the ghosts that began to haunt their town for a long time, fighting not to kill but to contain. This child even grew to understand his enemies, and fight alongside them when needed. He had gone through so many changes through both his powers in his ghost form and his mental state in his human. All Natasha could give him at this point was some training, which he desperately needs.

Why didn't he have a mentor? Oh? Your godfather is like you and wanted to kill your dad, marry your mom, and make you his son/ his mentee? You learned some things from encounters with him where he's hurt and electrocuted you? He's cloned you in an attempt to coerce you into an obedient child for him to father, and you had to watch almost all of your clones (except for one, apparently named Dani with an I) melt in front of you when it didn't work out in Vlad's favor?

Oh. Oh Natasha had someone to kill. Even if that fucker won't die he'll pay.

That's all I can think of right now, I have more fandom ideas but my fingers are tired of typing.

Bruh yall fam I love Danny Phantom crossovers

Like hes so easy to plop in other universes

The idea hes in Miraculous Ladybug and gets akumatized and just talks to hawkmoth. Dudes stuck with this 14-16year old kid cause the bug wont/can’t get out. Kid please im trying to work stfu. Ok yes yes my fault for trying to use you in my evil plot hut it’s 4 am and I have a big meeting in the morning. Kinda shit. That or Ladybug thinks hes an akuma when hes Phantom snd doesn’t trust shit he has to say.

Mcu? Hawkeye getting another kid. Ironman finding out parenting is easy wtf is wrong with people. Captain America finding out parenting is hard someone help him. Bucky just chillin. Thor throwin hands. Loki 🤝 Danny

Fnaf? Dudes a dope security guard and befriends all the animatronics. Or hes just a dead kid haunting the place who befriends the DCA. Who probably don’t like him at first cause hes a dirty rule breaker. But a kids a kid man.

Saiki K? Do yall think Danny could clock Saiki? 20$ says Danny head empty so Saiki thinks hes either like him or like Nenduo and avoids him either way.

RWBY? Ozpin son and defence squad. Too easy next.

Soul Eater? Hell yes fuck yes. Bruh don’t need no one and is topping the charts as worst student ever cause he aint collecting one soul. Helping those fuckers move on. Oh now hes expelled. Well you can’t expels him sir hes walking out. Next new villain cause hes saving those souls you sick fucks. Oh yea these are bad people? Well doesn’t mean they should be used to give you a fucking one up. His own soul has been used to power a country and that shit sucked. No one deserves to have their own being used like that. Wtf (souls arent the same here danny smh you are starving some poor kids probably idk I have t seen the show in ages)

Honestly idk how I would put him in SAO? He would just win?

Psych? Yea hes called in a tip and everyone is sus about him like with how they are about Shawn. So fuck it. Plays it up. Holy shit a ghost! Shawn is going thru it in here cause ghosts arent real right? Gus probably making Shawn take a break from cases cause hes clearly lacking sleep. Though didn’t Gus believe in ghosts??? Lassiter actually ends up liking the kid. Pranking Shawn is just a bonus. Karen knows.

Doctor who? Again too easy next.

DC? Adopt him adopt him adopt him adopt him. No matter which dc character is it they gonna adopt. Unless it’s Joker cause he dies on sight.

MHA? Bruh still getting adopted by someone.

Why is Danny so adoptable???

Put that fucker in warrior cats and bluestar is gonna come fukin running

[the-firebird69]

Yeti Attacks Hiker, Steals Backpack & Falls Down Mountain, Cop Goes To I...

Good good so my grandson is talking to my wife she's pissed off already his neck cuz she's falling over. It looks like you're ripping someone apart good it's probably one of these idiots bothering me and they're bothering you and she said that's true what should I do they found me said well who found you and how many the cameras there and some other footage gets back survive thinking good for you to probably run some maneuvers and see how many and I'm putting it out there that you're there and they'll go there and the free you or you're already missing and she said good and he's okay I don't know where he is he's not at Castle so I guess I don't know is it really is her so she got really mad and said his boy is going to be alone doing whatever just completely shot sense of people will say it too and the Battle of hoth is going to begin and the staff statuses about 2 and 1/2 months or month and a half ago or something they ran up to the Brazil and Amazon area and it ran up to the Sahara and they ran up to the northern tundra to fight the pseudo empire you doing it again and it is March 12th 24 and the warlock off Island our diminished greatly and they suck and they're not friendly's watch times after a time I think they rethink it over if you look at the movies and bill says it's true he thinks cuz we're fighting the empire with them and pseudo empire piece of parts of them but still looks like they're fighting the pseudo empire and I came up with that this is hokey and so I'm not in giant format and she's smiling and laughing and what will we look like he looks like kids it's funny for a small person they said it should be I'm a baby and it's a little baby things I noticed people think I'm odd it is odd I'm throwing my phone when I fall asleep. Across the room he says it's not a great accomplishment but really when I'm sleeping that's kind of like watch out yeah I saved dad by lifting a car up so it looks like both of them are losing and the foreigners are at them they are at their ships they are at the caverns they're at the huge bunkers the Sahara desert and places like that and finally they are at them at the Continental caverns they are doing assessments and prepping to assault ground bases with huge ground lasers and I hear they're in the tunnels plugging them and they are going to be useless these rebels need to redirect themselves they're going to go after the pseudo empire again and they're shaking stuff loose to the empire it's not a grade it's b grade but it's still a lot of stuff and I'll let the clones use it so she got depressed I don't know what day it is and she said it's in the future what he's doing and saying so she sent it out the max are extremely racist against and descendants of great ape and mutants they're massively racist against and if you don't know it you need to know it because you need to go home and she needs to go home for more strength they are seeking any mutant out the reason I'm alive and so they can do it to everybody else for one and the second of them from a different group so she said that's good and I hope you have a good day and night you need to find another place I think a cave perhaps for safety and fire and a rock to block it and she heard all that and said good and she looked around and she knows where some stuff is and found it but this is what it is she needs to escape and there is none

..

And still me and you don't understand she's the alter ego of Bill and another genius programmer but with Autobots and transformers and Bill things since she gets grabbed and they grab his stuff but no that would be his stuff and so it's hers but not sure where the hell you guys go I can't see the videos or movies and bill says that's okay and people need to know your going to be okay so you're trying to figure out what to do it says he's in hendersons and the first movie that is the guy's son was going to happen real soon and she's smiling and saying I have to find a place to write down that's good animal skins were good and she smiles says you're right and she knows how to preserve them and it's going on now so she might have other stuff but

I'm really concerned that treating people very badly and we need to stop them it's really gross

Hera

We're going to move on it now here real sick of this a****** save stuff about our son and we need to get him out of here and I'm going to use this guy's ideas and factories and everything that he's used on our son and he's helping the empire so screw him and I get it right I know what I'm saying. I get something too Harley has a conversion kit and one of them is bigger and you can use it on that as a truck and we got to make these Harleys and screw this guy he wants to show up is going to die I'm so sick of him and they're getting smaller and really if they don't just keep on hitting them and other people will too and really they're going to come that much and I want these Harley Davidsons it'll be nice and have a better mental frame and these new trikes we have a lot of stuff we can move around had enough of this crap I'm tired of cow toning them and he keeps telling me don't do that and don't do that and these guys aren't and we can't be seen doing it that much no way and he's right this guy thinks we're pushovers and don't even exist I'm sick of it it's endangering people

Thor Freya

We agree and we're going to take his toys away people started ripping his cars off yesterday and the guys are f****** a****** about it and he's saying all such a s*** and he's getting beat up we need him out of there too they can expose it and some other stuff and then go he becomes heinous as predicted

Olympus

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can we get some cute angeal in a relationship headcanons- small things like slice of life kinda things- my poor under appreciated man needs love and attention 🥺

Yesssss plenty of love for Honor Boi. These are pure sugary fluff.

-Angeal, when infatuated with someone, is a big doe-eyed clumsy baby. Will literally stand about with sappy puppy eyes getting himself worked up just thinking about his love. And will totally run into a wall or make a big doofus out of himself.

-Angeal is probably a treasure to spoon with. Big warm rumbly voice curled around you. I'd imagine his partner always feels very safe with him around. Sometimes though, Angeal wants to be the little spoon damn it!

-Definitely a morning person. Will be up at the crack of dawn with your omelette ready and your clothes ironed and folded out for you.

-WILL lecture you if you do something reckless. These can last up to five hours. No breaks. But that's how much you mean to him.

-Is sometimes insecure about being so buff and hairy. He bonks into things all the time and sometimes just feels like a big lumbering yeti. Nice pets. Stop that Angeal you're the best.

-Will introduce you to his friends. Has probably lectured them about behaving themselves. Genesis will probably flirt and show off and Sephiroth will probably just peace out because like hell if he's socializing for free.

-Angeal surprisingly likes video games! While there are one or two...incidents he doesn't like to talk about, he will happily game with you. As long as there's time for training and sticking to his bedtime schedule because he's a good little soldier.

-Sometimes, you will catch Angeal talking to his plants. It's adorable.

-Angeal rarely gets genuinely angry. When he does, he won't lash out. He'll just go on a walk to blow off steam and by the time he's back, he's over it.

-Angeal has appointed you the godparent of Genesis and Sephiroth in the event of his untimely demise. Oh, and Zack too. You better hope he sticks around because those are three big dumb babies you'll have to wrangle.

-Speaking of Zack, he is always teasing Angeal about his LOOOOVE~ life. Nosy puppy.

-Give Angeal lots of fuss and attention. Cherish him. Quality soldier dad. He'll get extremely flustered though.

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A very long list of updated snowed in fic recs for @starsandmoony​ 💜

On my Way by Gia279 | 17.9K

Huge black paws smacked the window, followed by a fuzzy face smooshing up against it.

He scrambled over the gear shift, tipping into the passenger seat. Bear, he thought hysterically. It had to be a bear, a freaking bear.

A big pink tongue rolled out, lips pulling back as the creature panted.

I’ve got chills... They’re multiplying! by DropsOfAddiction | 12.3K | Explicit

Derek is literally wrapped around him, one heavy leg and one heavy arm pinning him tight to Derek‘s front.

Warm and steady breaths tickle the back of Stiles’ neck. He tries not to freak out and he wonders how he’s going to extract himself without waking Derek. He totally isn’t ready to face into this conversation.

Stiles stretches gently and Derek grumbles clutching him tighter in his sleep. Stiles tries not to yelp when Derek buries his face in the back of his neck.

Well fuck.

One Star Awake by zjofierose | 9.5K 

When Stiles gets stranded in the snow one dark and snowy night, he's in real danger. Fortunately, he gets rescued by a man on a horse.

Emergency Contact by bewarethesmirk | 1.2K

“Derek here hasn’t left your side,” the nurse coos, and Derek glares at her back. “You’re so lucky to have such an adoring husband.”

snow day by kellifer_fic | 8.3K

“It’s not a big deal. It just happens when I’m… cold,” Stiles offers, scratching gingerly at his head with a claw and then grimacing at it like it’s betraying him.

“Are you serious?”

“Hey, who are you to judge, wolfman?”

Your love warms me up by Smowkie | 1.2K

“At least it’s slowing down,” Stiles said, his lips slightly blue tinted and his teeth clacking.

“Yeah,” Derek said. Stiles had his arm hooked with Derek’s, and he was stumbling a little as they walked. “Come on, keep walking, keep warm.”

“Yeah, keep walking,” Stiles agreed.

Derek didn’t like how weak he sounded.

In the Dark Midwinter, Light by rhysiana | 3.7K | Mature

Really, Derek and Stiles being sent to an empty druid's cabin to fetch a book for Deaton and then getting snowed in could have gone so, so much worse.

it doesn't have to be a snowman by triggeringthehealing (froggydarren) | 4.9K

The Beacon Beans coffee shop is what Stiles would refer to as a lifesaver. They supply his dose of sugar whenever he needs it, they don't ask questions, and their hot chocolate is delicious.

And now they're running a snowman building competition where the grand prize would get him an entire year's worth of drinks. Really, all he needs is a partner to team up with. Only everyone else from the pack already seems to have paired up.

three words have never come easy by the_problem_with_stardust | 1.5K | Mature

If someone had told Derek five years ago that Stiles Stilinski would be the one living in a secluded cabin in the woods, Derek never would have believed them. Even now, he had a hard time reconciling his memories of Stiles as a high schooler with the young man who preferred the quiet found amongst the trees.

Whenever he’d inquired, Stiles had just smiled that enigmatic smile, so like Deaton or Morrell, and said something about being unable to think around the bustle of town.

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!” by  jadore_hale | 2.3K

“I’m sorry,” Stiles sighed heavily, coming back down to earth, “But when you woke me up this morning and said that we needed to go out into the woods and find the evil Snow Witch that brought this shit here, I thought that was your emotionally stunted way of saying come build a snowman with me.”

In The Arms of A Werewolf by  literaryoblivion | 9.2K

“You have got to be kidding me.”

Stiles is flabbergasted. How is this even possible? Werewolves he can take. Poisonous lizard creatures, sure. Once dead, now living creepy werewolf uncles, bit of a stretch but he can roll with it. Sacrificing ancient druids that masquerade as teachers, okay fine. But this?

An honest to god abominable snowman? In Beacon Hills, California no less?

Nope.

Winter Storm Stiles by  42hrb | 2K

Stiles isn’t looking forward to weathering his first snow storm on his own, then he meets a handsome stranger at the grocery store who might be able to help.

Find Me Sitting Fireside by  kaistrex (weishen) | 13.2K

With the news that an Alpha wants Beacon Hills for their own, Derek and Stiles are forced to attend a couples retreat at a ski resort to learn their enemy’s identity. However, the threat is the least of Derek’s problems when he’s expected to fake a relationship, share a bed and suffer through candlelit dinners with the man he’s secretly been in love with for the past four years.

Waiting for Winter by  Twice_Shy (notboldly) | 3.2K

Everyone had a soulmark, a special shape on their body that formed during childhood and was meant to lead each person to their soulmate.

Unfortunately, Derek’s soulmark is shaped like a snowflake, and that fact has been actively ruining his life since he was six years old.

world tilts by  wearing_tearing | 1.5K

The guy is gorgeous as hell, and Stiles kind of wishes he could stare at him forever.

He figures he deserves a treat after almost slipping to his death.

Wait, What? by  wangler | 5.3K

When a significant portion of the Beacon Hills Preserve ends up coated in three entire inches of snow, the pack looks into it. If by looking into it one means packing a bunch of garbage bags and huge Tupperware lids into the back of Stiles’ Jeep to go look for a decent sledding hill. Things go sideways, because of course they do.

A Very Sterek Christmas by  TobyRosetta | 13.5K

It’s actually snowing in Beacon Hills, and it’s got everyone out of whack. Out of the kindness of his own heart, Stiles decides to take some things up to the the old Hale Mansion for old Sourwolf himself. But when the storm kicks up and snows them both in, the night takes an interesting turn.

Blanketed by  got_the_bite | 3.3K

“Stiles, where are you?” Derek demands again. His voice is higher than usual Stiles notes.

“You would be such a nice tenor if you joined a choir,” Stiles thinks aloud.

But In Case I Stand One Little Chance by  mikkimouse | 8.6K

Stiles’s Jeep breaks down in the middle of the snowstorm. He’s rescued by his high school crush, and as the cherry on top, is trapped in a cabin with said crush until the roads clear.

Fuck his life.

Snow Flirting by thepsychicclam | 11,396

As Beacon Hills get pounded with foot after foot of snow, single dad Stiles can't quite keep up with his four year old, his job, and shoveling his driveway. Derek makes his teenage son shovel Stiles' walk, and that just leads to Derek helping Stiles out with a whole bunch of other tasks. That's okay with Derek, though, cause any chance to be with Stiles is okay with him.

Baby, It's Cold Outside by Jebiwonkenobi | 2,791

Beacon Hills has a snow storm. Totally-not-cuddling happens.

Come Fly With Me (Or Don't) by stilinskisparkles | 15,325

Stiles is overworked and stressed out when his flight home gets delayed due to copious amounts of snow. He finds entertainment with one Derek Hale, whom he hasn't seen since high school but really doesn't mind getting reacquainted with.

Especially when it turns out Derek is surprisingly hilarious and will reluctantly play snap with him. And can walk on his hands.

The Man in the Snow by mikkimouse | 15,894

Derek finds a young man injured in a ravine on the border of his ranch. That's strange enough, but the mystery only deepens when the young man wakes up without any memory of what he was doing out there.

Blizzard Boyfriend by literaryoblivion | 1,897

With a record-breaking snowstorm on the horizon, threatening a city shutdown for a few days, Stiles gets the bright idea to put an ad up on craigslist for someone to spend his snow days with that would be filled with cuddling, movies, alcohol, and potential makeouts or more.

It's a joke until someone responds.

and home before dark by verity | 3,175

The mystery of the absent Hale brother was hardly a mystery at all until he appeared at last, set on taking up residence out in the woods.

(In which Derek is a hedgewitch. With a cat.)

Let it snow! Let it snow! (but please let it stop eventually) by relenafanel | 19,123

Stiles grew up with his bedroom window overlooking Derek's bedroom, so when he returns home for the holidays he's surprised to find a stranger in his nerdy neighbour's bedroom.

Only, he's not much of a stranger.

It is Derek Hale, the guy who is going to be his new step brother, if the rumours are true.

Red Against the Snow by Ember | 34,219

Stiles is trapped for the holidays in the cabin of a strange man/hermit named Derek. A strangely friendly wolf befriends Stiles during his stay. It's up to the teenager to find out why Derek has secluded himself from society, what the feelings he's beginning to have means, and what the connection between the mysterious man and the mysterious black wolf is.

an exaltation of larks by llassah | 25,370

All Derek wants is to get through the lambing season with his body and spirit intact. He had thought that the blizzards would be the main danger, not a highborn omega with beautiful eyes and a stubborn streak.

The flamingo in the yard by Vendelin | 6,107

It isn't fair that Stiles needs to work Christmas, when his dad is on the other side of the country. Or that his really hot, next door neighbour is around for the holidays as well. Or that there's a power outage that makes things even worse. Or better.

(Fake) Winter Weather Brings Us Together by tylerfucklin (zimothy) | 10,535

So naked cuddling with Derek while suffering from hypothermia wasn't really on Stiles' to-do list for the week, but neither was that kiss--so who was Stiles to complain?

It's a Wild Pitch (But He's a Contact Hitter) by jettiebettie | 11,828

They're combating supernatural forces with blunt instruments now. Seems legit. As long as Stiles doesn't end up getting frostbite, he's willing to roll with it. Not that his friends have to worry about that. Fucking werewolves.

Abominable by Revenant | 20,277

Where Derek buys a secluded cabin halfway up a mountain, meets a yeti and falls in love with Stiles, but not necessarily in that order.

stilinski v. a. snowman | tumblr ficlet

This fic was inspired by this prompt: ‘we’re stuck in a log cabin overnight during a snowstorm bc of some stupid school team building exercise and it’s freEzing and I can’t sleep and you can hear me shivering in the next bed so you pick me up and dump in your bed and good grief you are hot in every sense of the word’ au