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[risha9517]

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[lostintransist]

Pretty please can you do a ghost version of the gym au? I’ve never laughed so hard reading something before!! Or one where they all end up at the gym and realize that they all know you

I have a different ask that I might go with a poly direction on. So anon, here is how meeting Simon goes 😘

Simon didn’t go to this gym. He was thinking about using it, but it wasn’t his current gym. Leave sucked. He didn’t have fun things or family to fill his time. Only doing physio. His sergeants had cajoled him into trying when he complained that he had to wait for weights at the gym closer to him that had machines and treadmills and stairs and the like.

The space had been designed with lifters in mind. Benches dotted the space, they had more than a single bar, and rack and racks of different types of weights. Simon wouldn’t admit it in front of Johnny and Kyle but he might come back. His eyes flitted over everyone. The space had variety. From muscle mommies to college gym rats to retired folks trying to lift away the reaper the space had room for everyone.

Sounds traveled in the open room. Not really a problem since everyone used headphones or used voices only loud enough to carry over the clicks and thumps of weights. Except nearing on twenty minutes ago now there had been an argument in the corner.

You and a man who had tried to intimidate you with the muscle mass he had amassed drew eyes. Whatever cutting words you used had stung. He left. You returned to your workout; lifts more aggressive than before.

Now, Simon didn’t mean to interact with you. He never really means to interact with women he isn’t paying but it happens.

Having finished his reps Simon set his weight down. The cleaning solution and towels lived in a central location on, what he assumed, was a structure supporting pole in the middle of the space. Standing, he heads for it.

Cleaning them before they were racked is expected here. He wonders how hard he would have to run down recruits to make them start doing that to the base equipment. Sometimes Simon skipped a specific workout in the main gym, slightly worried he would catch whatever the men brought home from their forays into society.

You step in front of the supplies the breath before Simon can. Not a problem. One lesson he had internalized was the ability to wait. Only dead snipers got impatient.

Several presses to the paper towel dispenser and you rip them off. Simon watches as you fold the length over itself to make a more manageable length and then spray it several times. Your hand has only just left the spray bottle when he reaches for it.

The teeth sinking into his arm, swallowing the ink skull on his forearm whole, should not illicit the reaction it did. You glance up at him after you bite.

Instead of shock lighting your eyes and lifting your brows, they narrow and tighten. Pressing more force into your mouth around his arm has Simon letting out the sluttiest of whimpers. Big man didn’t know he could whimper. He locked the sounds in his throat as the eye contact continued. After what felt like forever in a moment, you released him.

“You are not my asshole ex.”

“No.”

Goddamn, the things he would do to be your current boy toy flashed through his mind.

“Still shouldn’t reach in front of people. It’s rude.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You flick your eyes up and down his form and lift a brow.

“You monosyllabic or a sub?”

“Neither.”

The hum of disbelief starts low in your throat. It wraps itself around Simon’s nerve endings. Blood is rushing south faster than gravity.

With a final scan of his face, you can see, you turn and walk away.

Simon speeds through the same process you did, walking a bit bow-legged to the bench he had been using. Sitting, he cleans his weights but knows if he tries to stand the muscle mommies and God will see his affliction.

It really was his fault for not letting you move out of the way. Maybe Simon needed to interact with feral women a bit more often.

Maybe God did see his struggle and wanted to punish him more. Johnny and Kyle appeared. Kyle knelt behind his back, one knee on the bench and Johnny stepped between his spread knees.

“Mate, you need to put that biological weapon away so we can go home.” Johnny looked down at him with such a conflicted face.

“What do you think I been trying to do?” Simon hissed up at him.

Kyle, the asshole everyone thought was a saint, leaned in his ear.

“I bet she would bite you again if you asked real nice and offered a fancy dinner.”

Just like that, all the hard work Simon had put into forcing back the reaction was undone.

“When I can run after you Garrick, remember you train for speed,” Simon turned his head to glare at him, “I train for distance.”

The swallow that sounded in his ear satiated the need to punch the man with witnesses.

Johnny and Kyle made eye contact over Simon’s shoulder and then Kyle disappeared from his back.

When he reappeared at your side Simon tried to shoot to his feet. Johnny’s hand on his shoulder stopped all motion. The sergeant might not beat him on height but that didn’t mean he lacked the muscle to throw down.

Kyle smiled at you and got a smile in return. Fuck. Simon wanted your smile pointed at him.

When Kyle laid a flat hand against his thigh and then pointed to him Simon wanted to run. The man who could face down death, however gruesome the option, wanted to flee when your appraising eyes settled on him.

The shrug you give is accompanied by your phone appearing from a side pocket. Kyle types away on it and then swaggers back to Simon and Johnny.

Settling a hand on Johnny’s waist, he grins down at his lieutenant.

“Got you a date with a woman, L.T.”

“Even if she sucks the soul from my body, remember that I will get you both back for this.” Simon gave them his best Ghost face.

His men simply laughed.

SoapGaz | John Price | Phillip Graves | Ghost | 4 for 1 Special | SoapGaz/Reader NSFW | Phillip Graves NSFW | AO3

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[swightops]

"throuple! mark grayson and samantha eve wilkins"

First, let's set the stage for your background: You're Art's adopted superhero daughter with gravity-based superpowers. Like Mark, you keep your real identity a secret to keep you and Art safe while you're a part of Teen Team. From time to time, you help Art with his secret work of designing suits for heroes. If throuple Mark and Eve were to happen, I imagine that the sparkles would happen first with Eve first rather than Mark. ────୨ৎ────

You and Eve have always been very good friends, especially since you're always there to listen to her complain about Rex and her parents.

Now, if we're being honest, there's always been a little something between you and Eve. Neither of you was ready to ever talk about it since you weren't really sure how to go about it, and Eve was with Rex.

But sometimes, when you're both alone and just sitting together on top of a building looking over the city, your pinkies intertwine, and there's a nice silence that settles between you, and both of your cheeks flush.

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It's early on in Mark's superhero career when you first meet. He's there at your dad's shop trying to figure out his suit when you walk in:

"Daddd, have you seen my sketchbook? I can't find it anywhere! I already loo- Oh! Mr. Omni!" you smile, rushing down the stairs and towards Nolan. Mark watches with surprised eyes as you fake punch his father and giggle as you latch yourself onto his bicep, and he lifts you off the ground. Your eyes soon land on Mark, and you smile at him before looking at Nolan. "Is that your son?" you ask, curiosity clear as day. "Don't you think you should introduce yourself first?" Art teases, always amused with how you interact with Nolan. You roll your eyes at your dad's teasing before introducing yourself to Mark. "No way, you're going to put him in that!" you say as your eyes rack over Mark's body. His cheeks flush under your heated gaze, and both of your dads glance at each other as you step closer to the young hero. "You've definitely got the lean build going for you, ya know. And a pretty cute face. Shame you wanna hide it behind a mask," you say, and if you were actually paying attention to Mark, you'd see his face flush even more. "The kid hasn't decided on a name yet, you know," your dad says, and you turn to look at him. "Says he wants something iconic," he adds, and your face lights up as you get what he's hinting at. You quickly turn to Mark again, eyes wide, and smile even wider. "You have to let me design your suit!" you say, and with red cheeks, Mark agrees. You go on and on about different possibilities before Nolan cuts you off, saying that they have to go, and with a smile, you let them go, but not before stopping Mark one more time. "Here's my phone number! Text me when you finally have a name," you say, and Mark can barely say anything, so Nolan thanks you for him before they leave. Little do you know that you're the first girl to ever give Mark their phone number.

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The first time you see Mark in action is during the Flaxan invasion, and soon after, you introduce him to Eve and the rest of the team.

Before you know it, you're starting to feel funny around Mark the more you get to know each other, but as soon as you find out he's seeing Amber, you push your feelings to the side.

And then, when you find out Rex cheated on Eve, you two start spending a lot more time together. In fact, you start spending the night in her treehouse so she doesn't get lonely, and it's finally then that you talk about what's been going on between you:

"If I'm being honest, I've always had a little bit of a crush on you," Eve admits, her cheeks a dark red and yours also flush. "But I was with Rex, and I didn't want to ruin our friendship if you didn't feel the same way. Oh, and I don't know if you're into girls, and I've never really thought about it, but I know that-" you cut her off by kissing her. "I feel the same about you," you giggle as Eve smiles. "I was also scared of ruining our friendship in case you didn't feel the same, and you were with Rex, so I just never said anything." You both laugh and spend the rest of the night talking about exploring the connection between you both more.

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The one who brings up Mark is actually you. Since you and Eve are officially going out, you notice how she acts a little differently around Mark, kind of like the way you did to her when she and Rex were still together. The more you think about it, the more you realize that you and Eve were missing something—that something being Mark.

After a long talk, you tell Eve about your past feelings for Mark, and she tells you about her current feelings for Mark. Even though you both are on the same page about Mark, he's still seeing Amber at this point, so you both agree that it's better to keep him as a friend than ruin your friendship over your feelings.

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After the whole incident with Nolan (or Omni-Man, as you prefer to call him now because you still cherished your past moments with Nolan), you and Eve grow much closer to Mark by being there for him and helping him with his relationship with Amber.

One night, when Mark is telling the two of you about his newest issues with his relationship, do you let it slip that you and Eve are together.

While Mark was happy for both of you, there was a weird feeling at the bottom of his stomach now that he knew you two were happily together while he was struggling with Amber. It was like he was missing out on something, but he didn't know how to explain it, so he just congratulated you two again on your relationship.

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Time passes, and more threats come your way before you find out Mark and Amber broke up and about his fight with Angstrom.

You both met with him to make sure he was okay, and you weren't ready for how much it would hurt you when your eyes met Mark's sad, tired eyes.

While reassuring him that you were both there for him if he ever wanted to talk, a strange look overcomes his face before he shakes his head and looks down at the water. You three spend the rest of the night with Mark's head on Eve's shoulder and his arm wrapped around your shoulders with your hand holding his.

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Things change after that night, and then Eve tells you about her and Mark's conversation about his time in the desert dimension. To say that you hated the future you was an understatement. Cause there's no way that your feelings about Mark are revealed by a future heartbroken, devasted you.

Although you want to talk to Mark about everything, the universe seems to be pitted against you as you hear about his and Cecil's fighting. You send Eve to check up on him and his family while you catch up with your dad about everything, needing to get everything off your chest.

You talk for most of the night about everything that's happened and apologize for being so secretive about it all. Thankfully, Art is very supportive of you and Eve and your now-growing feelings for Mark.

It's later that night that Eve stops by your house and meets your dad, and she tells you about her conversation with Mark. While you completely understand how she feels, you can't but feel bad for Mark. While she falls asleep in your room, you sneak out and fly over to the Grayson house to finally talk to Mark.

The whole conversation is a little embarrassing, and your heart breaks as Mark tells you about how he always felt something for you and Eve but never acted because of timing:

"You blew me away the first time I saw you," Mark admits. Your heart beats a little faster. "I know Eve thinks that I'm only saying this because future her said so, but I'm not. I know how I feel for both of you, and I'm done being afraid. I'm not wasting any more time. So, please, if you feel anything for me, even a fraction of what I feel, just give us—all three of us a chance." Mark's eyes bore into yours, and you turn to look up at the sky before giggling. "You really know how to make a girl feel special, huh, Invincible," you tease, smiling at Mark before telling him you'd be willing to give all three of you a try but that Eve needed to agree as well because you loved and respected her opinion. Needless to say, Mark was over the moon and more than willing to talk to Eve again.

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With a little help from you, Eve and Mark were able to talk about everything again, and as Eve finally agreed, you came out from behind the pillar you were hiding behind and hugged the both of them.

The three of you laughed as the night went on, and you spent the next hours sitting on the bridge with one of Eve's hands intertwined with yours and the other with Mark's.

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i might want to flesh this out more in the future with headcanons and one-shots..

[tojisun]

john price + simon (ghost) riley x fem reader

!! smut - minors dni; threesome; creampie; objectification (a lil); dom john, switch ghost, sub reader / so i spiralled...

john groans as he spreads your folds apart, feeling your tender skin twitch at the press of his muscles, before he hears a whine tickling the base of your throat only for the sound to be muffled by the fluff of the pillows.

"c'mere, lieutenant," john says, his voice barely above a whisper, but simon's trained ears pick up the order and john hears – given that he's unwilling to look away from your winking hole – the way simon slides up from the bed before dropping down just behind john.

"fuck," simon rasps when he sees you, his voice sounding strained himself.

john can't fault him, not when he is still dumbstruck at seeing the way your gaping pussy is leaking, their shared cum dribbling out of your cunt in messy trickles, the viscous liquid almost webbing when it gets snagged by the little hairs on your skin.

yeah. fuck indeed.

"cap'n," simon whines from behind him and john turns, abandoning the lewd image that you make if only to see what john knows were the beginnings of simon's pleas.

"yes, lieutenant?"

john has to bite down a smirk at seeing the smallest of trembles that racks simon's body.

"once more," simon mumbles, all breathy and shy. "can i fuck her once more?"

john lets out a long hum, pretending to think about his response. they hear you mewl on the bed, your hips swaying at simon's words, but the two of them feign pretenses as they continue to gaze at each other.

finally, john rumbles, "go on, lieutenant." he pulls his hands away from your body, patting your ass in faux comfort, before making room so simon could slide towards you.

simon obeys the quiet command from his captain, his big bulk claiming the spot that had belonged to john. john nods in approval before turning to pat the top of simon's masked head.

"you've been such a good boy for us, simon. go on. use her."

john finally allows himself a wide smirk at hearing you and simon moan at the same time, the gravity of his words – of his use of simon's name – echoing in the room, filling up the buzzing space.

he squeezes simon's shoulder before falling onto the lone chair in the room. he'll join you and simon in the next round but for now, john will enjoy the show.

[darlingdaisyfarm]

to the past, with love (and glitter!)

★ mullet!stan & dipper & mabel. based on the episode “the time traveler’s pig” (s1ep9)

there are a lot of ways to mess up time travel! you can, for example, go too far back and get eaten by a dinosaur. or too far forward and see the singularity when robots overthrow humanity (Dipper’s fear). or worse, you can land smack dab in the middle of your own grunkle’s life. . . before he even became your grunkle

there were a lot of things Dipper was prepared for when he woke up this morning. fighting gnomes? sure. dealing with Stan’s weird scam-of-the-week? totally. getting dunked on by Mabel for being a huge nerd? unfortunately, yes.

what he wasn't prepared for was that the Blending Blanding's time machine would throw him back several decades into the past. . .

they don’t mean to mess up the timeline. well. Dipper doesn’t. Mabel is like 60% on board with it, because time travel is fun! and she’s already accepted the fact that messing with the past is basically inevitable

“well,” Mabel said, dusting herself off as she stood up. “that happened.”

Dipper groaned, pulling himself out of a pile of garbage bags. “yeah. thanks, Mabel, for tackling me while i was holding the most fragile piece of technology in the universe!”

“excuse you, i was trying to stop you! so really, this is all on you, mister i-think-i’m-so-smart!”

Dipper opened his mouth to argue, but then he actually looked around and— oh. oh, no! oh no no no no! this wasn’t the Gravity Falls they knew.

they were near the Mystery Shack, but. . . it didn't felt right at all. it was scrappier and messier than usual. instead of looking like a wildly successful tourist trap, it looked like someone had just slapped a sign onto a creepy old house and hoped for the best

Mabel popped up beside him, a grin splitting her face. “let’s do it again!” as she tried to steal time machine from her brother's hands

“do what again?” a gruff voice barked. before either of them could panic properly, the shack’s front door slammed open.

Dipper had exactly 0.5 seconds to process this before Mabel screamed an excited. “OH. MY. GLOB.” before clutching on Dipper's shoulders, shaking him like crazy. “DIPPER, LOOK AT HIS HAIR. LOOK AT HIS HAIR RIGHT NOW. LOOK AT IT.”

Dipper did not, in fact, needed to look at it. his brain was already in overdrive because oh no. oh no! they’ve gone way too far back!

“. . . oh boy,” Dipper whispered in fear. “Mabel, i think we just traveled back to the eighties.”

“hey! who the hell are you two and why are you screaming on my porch?” holy crap. their grunkle Stan! but. . . not. this Stan was younger, his face had fewer wrinkles and somehow his nose looked less like it had been broken five times, and oh god, Mabel is absolutely right, his hair!

Mabel was losing it. “YOUR HAIR. YOUR LUXURIOUS, BEAUTIFUL HAIR. CAN I TOUCH IT?!” and without Stanley's response, she lunged.

“Mabel, NO—“ but it was too late as she grabbed the mullet with both hands and started petting it.

“oh my GOSH, it’s SO SOFT. IT’S LIKE PETTING A DREAM.”

Dipper, ever the voice of reason, nervously gripped the time machine. “we shouldn’t be here, we shouldn’t be here.” but before he could get it working, because of squeezing on it too tight, something snapped under his fingers and a very small, very important piece of the machine rolled right into a crack in the floorboards. Dipper panicked.

Stanley flailed backwards, nearly knocking over a rack of off-brand Mystery Shack merch. “HEY, HEY, HANDS OFF THE GOODS, KID! KID!”

Mabel ignored him, still enraptured. “it’s so full-bodied. so wavy. Dipper, this is like- this is like a perfectly made pancake, but made of hair!”

“i— i don’t even know what that means,” Dipper said weakly, still trying to reboot his brain from the horror of whatever this situation was.

Stan rubbed his temples. “listen, unless you two are here to buy something, get lost. i don’t do babysitting.”

“okay, first of all, rude,” Mabel huffed, putting her hands on her hips. “second of all, we are time travelers from the future! we can totally tell you your future! in fact,” she elbowed Dipper in the ribs making him groan in pain. “bro, tell him something cool! but not anything that’ll mess up the timeline, like the butterfly effect or whatever.”

“Mabel, literally everything we could say would mess up the timeline—“

Stan stared at them meanwhile. then he burst out laughing. “pffft— HA! oh, man. time travelers? that’s a new one. that’s some grade-A sci-fi geek nonsense right there. sixer would have loved it!” he wiped a tear from his eye. “you kids crack me up.”

“just tell him something small! like, um, he gets. . . even richer in the future!” Mabel threw up her hands in excitement.

Stan immediately perked up. “oh yeah?”

“uhhh, yep,” Dipper said weakly, avoiding eye contact. “definitely. totally. you, uh, you make tons of money. so much money.”

“alright, you kids talk weird. plus, ive never seen you around here before. you’re not from town, are ya?”

oh, this was bad. this was really bad. if Stan got too suspicious, they’d be in huge trouble.

“uhhh,” Dipper said, scrambling for a cover story. “we’re, um, lost. we’re just two normal, average, completely inconspicuous children! yeah!” he was trying very hard not to freak out because oh god they were literally talking to Stan before he was grunkle Stan.

Mabel was staring at Stan's hair all the time with very wide smile and that made him pretty uncomfortable “kid? hey, kid, stop drooling at my hair. it’s weird.”

“how do you get it so fluffy,” she whispered in pure awe with her pupils dilated.

Stanley ran a hand through his glorious locks, looking smug. “it’s called not wasting money on shampoo. just the rain, kid.”

***

Stan was very much done with these weird time kids. his hair had been fluffed, styled and glitter bombed. his red jacket was now covered in rhinestones. but worst of all, they had somehow managed to charm him. and if one day, he had a niece with enough sparkle to fill a thousand sequins, maybe he wouldn’t be so bad at the whole family thing after all.

Mabel had been telling him about all the ways he could make “big bucks” in the future, mainly by selling even worse bootleg merch, which he had to admit was genius.

“and guess what? your shack becomes the best tourist trap ever! people come from all over to see your weird stuff.”

Stan’s eyes lit up with a mix of greed and hope. “you don’t say. maybe you kids aren’t so useless after all.”

“yup! and you’re a total legend!” Mabel gushed and Dipper shot her a warning look.

“Mabel, maybe we shouldn’t—“

“nah, tell me more, i like this kid,” Stan interrupted. “how do i do it? what’s my secret?”

“uhhh, hard work?” Mabel tried and Dipper gave her a thumbs up for the safe answer.

“and um, believing in yourself?” Dipper added, though he knew present-day Stan would probably gag at that advice.

Stan laughed. “believe in myself, huh? easier said than done. not like i got anyone else to believe in me.”

Mabel’s heart twisted a little. she reached out and patted Stan’s arm. “well, we believe in you. and you’re gonna do great things. pinky promise!”

Dipper, however, was acting weird, too suspicious, always stuttering, sweating and Stan was no fool. he could smell a kid with secrets from a mile away.

“so,” he said, watching Dipper fidget. “spill it, kid.”

Dipper froze. “s-spill what?”

“whatever’s making you look like a kid who’s about to confess to breaking a window.”

Dipper gulped. “. . . okay, hypothetically speaking, if we did know something big about your future, would you want to hear it?”

Stan frowned, trying to keep his face emotionless. “d-depends.” he stuttered and immediately hated himself for it. “is it about my brother?”

the whole shack went silent. Dipper and Mabel exchanged glances, both wide eyed and shocked.

what?

[n0vazsq]

Always forever | Hector Fort x Reader

pairing . . . hector fort x messi!reader

summary . . .Visiting your family was a thing Hector thought was going to be...something, especially when your older brother is the Lionel Messi

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.1k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . so i hate this idk why but yeah i hope you guys like it!!

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa ,, @ann6ella ,, @notm4d1 ,, @httpsdana (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . Meeting your family wasn’t exactly on Hector's list of weekend plans, but when you brought it up over lunch the day before, he had agreed without hesitation.

To him, it was no big deal, you were his girlfriend, and meeting your family felt like the most natural next step.

Still, you eyed him curiously as he parked outside the house you grew up in. "You know my brother’s here, right?"

He turned the engine off and shrugged casually, glancing your way. "So?"

"So… Lionel Messi is my brother, Hector," you said, stating it as though he hadn’t fully grasped the gravity.

"I know," Hector replied, his lips curving into a smile. "What, do you think I’m going to forget how to speak because I’m in the same room as him?"

You stared at him for a moment, clearly unimpressed with how cool he was being. "Honestly? It’s happened before. One of my exes called him sir."

Hector raised an eyebrow, amusement evident in his expression. "You think so little of me?"

"No," you replied, grabbing your bag and stepping out of the car. "I just want to see you sweat a little."

He only laughed, slamming the door shut as he followed you to the front door.

Your house was lively as ever when you walked in. Your parents were already setting the table, your nephews were racing through the living room, and the faint hum of football commentary played from a TV in the background.

"You’re here!" Calling your name, your mom was the first to greet you, her arms pulling you into a tight hug before turning to Hector. "And this must be Hector. Welcome, carino."

Hector leaned in to kiss her cheek in greeting, ever the gentleman. "Thank you for having me."

Your dad gave him a nod of approval from across the room, his voice carrying over the noise. "So, you’re the defender I’ve been hearing about."

"I am," Hector replied calmly, a smile tugging at his lips.

As you led him into the living room, you spotted Lionel on the couch, casually watching the match on TV while chatting with one of your nephews. He glanced up when you approached, his expression softening as he said your name. "Hey."

"Hey, Leo," you greeted, leaning down to hug him.

Hector lingered at your side, hands tucked into his pockets as Lionel’s gaze flickered to him. "And you’re Hector Fort."

It wasn’t a question, but Hector nodded anyway. "Good to meet you."

"Likewise," Lionel replied, a small smile playing at his lips before turning his attention back to the TV. "Sit down, relax. We’re all family here."

You shot Hector a look, as if to say, See? I told you it wouldn’t be a big deal. He just grinned and followed you to the kitchen, where your mom was already putting him to work chopping vegetables for dinner.

It didn’t take long for Hector to settle into the chaos of your family. Your nephews had decided he was their new favorite person, dragging him into a game of hide and seek while you set the table. When you peeked into the hallway, you found him crouched behind the coat rack, a grin on his face as he hushed you with a finger to his lips.

"You’re hiding from children, Fort?" you teased quietly.

"Winning is winning," he replied, eyes twinkling.

Dinner was lively, the table buzzing with conversation, laughter, and the occasional teasing. Your dad and Lionel both threw playful jokes at you, stories of your childhood that you’d hoped would never surface again.

"She used to swear she’d be better than me one day," Lionel said, grinning as he sipped his drink.

"I was eight!" you groaned, your head dropping to the table.

Hector leaned closer to you, his voice low and teasing. "I’d believe it."

You shot him a glare that only made him laugh softly, clearly enjoying himself far too much.

"So, Hector," your mom interjected, smiling warmly. "How’s training been? We’ve heard good things about you lately."

"It’s been good, thank you," he replied, effortlessly polite. "The team’s been working hard, so it’s nice to see that paying off."

"And (Y/n)?" your dad added, raising an eyebrow. "She hasn’t been distracting you too much, I hope."

You groaned again, burying your face in your hands. "Can everyone stop making this about me?"

Hector, of course, took it in stride. "If anything, she keeps me focused," he said, glancing your way with a small smile. "She’s very… persistent when it comes to keeping me on track."

You lifted your head just enough to glare at him. "Are you calling me bossy?"

"I’d never dare," he replied smoothly, though his grin betrayed him.

As the evening wound down, you and Hector found yourselves back in the living room, where Lionel was still seated with your dad. Your brother glanced over as you sat beside Hector on the couch.

"Not bad, Fort," Lionel said, a little out of nowhere.

Hector raised an eyebrow, amused. "What’s that?"

"You’re good," Lionel clarified, nodding in approval. "Takes a lot to keep up with her."

Your dad chuckled, and you groaned for the third time that night, sinking further into the cushions. "Can you all stop making me sound impossible?"

"No one said impossible," Hector replied quietly, just for you, the smile on his lips soft and fond.

Later, as you and Hector finally got ready to leave, your family gathered to say goodbye. Your mom hugged him tightly, your dad slapped him on the back, and Lionel offered him a simple nod of approval, though it carried far more weight than it appeared.

Outside, you nudged Hector as you both walked toward the car. "You handled that well."

"You doubted me?" he teased, raising an eyebrow.

"Not at all," you replied, grinning. "Though I think my nephews are your biggest fans now."

"They’re good teammates," he said, his voice light. Then, glancing at you, he added, "Your family’s great. It’s easy to see why you are the way you are."

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t stop the warmth spreading across your cheeks. "Don’t get all sentimental now."

"I’m serious," he said softly, before smirking again."I’ll just have to make sure I keep impressing them."

"And me," you added pointedly.

Hector grinned, opening the car door for you. "I’m already working on it."

And he has already done.

[chasing-clovers]

what are you working onnn 😊🥰

ahahahaha. aha.

well thank you for asking anon!! <3

so the funny thing with this story is like. i'm incapable of sticking to the Plot. it was initially supposed to be a post nfc championship angst fest for jayden and malik. which it still IS… but also snippets from the entire playoff run. since malik was basically there the entire time and i just. he. they. GOSHHH

i considered being really evil about it and basing it on 'A Pearl" by Mitski. yk. jayden reeling. emotional unavailability. hurt/no comfort. buuut i didn't have the heart to do that LMAO. to give you an idea tho:

Sorry, I don't want your touch It's not that I don't want you Sorry, I can't take your touch It's just that I fell in love with a war

anywayyyyy i'm not even entirely sure that malik was in detroit lol but everything else is pretty canon compliant. so enjoy!

Jayden is buzzing. It’s not alcohol-induced, but it's reflective of his environment—electric and alive, a couple of his guys shoved into a corner booth at an eclectic little dive bar for old time’s sake. It’s the same steady vibration that’s been thrumming in his veins for the last few hours, since Jayden stood holding his breath on the sideline, watching as the ball doinked in for a 37-yard game winner. The very first playoff win of his career. The place glows neon, multicolored lights strung along the walls and glinting off their sparkly silver chains like auroras. Jayden is slouched into the striped cushions of his seat, one arm slung lazily around Malik’s shoulders. He and Brian, the more fortunate bunch who don’t have to worry about their liquor consumption at the moment, toss back shots like they’re liquid gold in a glass. “Just one,” Brian says. “No,” Jayden repeats, for what feels like the millionth time tonight, “I can’t be drinkin’ during the season.” “Good thing it’s the postseason,” Brian quips, leaning back smugly. Jayden laughs, the sound short and pointed. “Yeah, for some of us.” Brian and Malik share an offended look. “Tsk, fuck you,” Malik says, pushing Jayden away in jest. Jayden shoves back, earning another warning punch from Malik that says this is one game you won’t win. He lets it slide. Brian moves on from Jayden’s mild taunt quickly enough. He’s back on his shit almost immediately. “One shot, Jay.” Jayden squints, but a mischievous grin tugs at the corner of his lips. He can give in. Just a little. Just for tonight. He rolls his eyes. “Alright, you’re on."

...

Jayden feels wrecked. Bruised and bloodied and racked bone-deep with exhaustion after the highs of the game have dwindled away—after his mind and body have relinquished all hope of performing a miracle and given way to the pain. And when he stands in his presser, the words barely come, rasping in his throat like something he doesn’t recognize. But it’s no secret how they ended up here, why he now has to face the cameras knowing better than anyone that they’ve just blown it big. Turnovers, penalties, miscues. Lazy execution. The team had played like this wasn’t the most important game of the year, like this wasn’t the goddamn NFC Championship, like they didn’t have a chance to do something historic, like— Like they really were the underdogs. Like maybe they never really had a chance at all.

...

“You killed ‘em, Jay,” Malik says, shaking his padded shoulders like it’s the only way to make Jayden feel the gravity of it. He sways with the motion, stumbling back a step. “Stop,” Jayden groans, his smile big and bright, too proud to really pretend otherwise. Tonight was a fever dream. They’d walked into the lion’s den, literally, and now they were leaving victorious. A decisive 45-31 win on the road against the number one seed in the conference. Against the odds. “I know... this is pretty crazy, huh?” Malik doesn’t say anything, just pulls himself up, planting a kiss right on Jayden’s mouth. “Fucking wild,” he says, then kisses him again, this time on his cheek, right under the cut that’s beginning to heal over. “I can’t believe you.” Jayden raises an eyebrow. “You were doubtin’ us?” Malik slaps his chest, brushing the grass-stained burgundy of his jersey. He scoffs. “Nah, that’s not—you know that’s not what I mean.” “No?” Jayden laughs, low and amused. “What, then?” “Jayden,” Malik says, grabbing at Jayden’s still slightly sweat-slick forearms. His eyes are glittered with awe, his expression soft at the edges. “This is incredible.”

the hurt/comfort part has yet to be written, otherwise i'd include some. but who knows hmmm maybe it'll get done this weekend. i have tonight... and tmrw. not exactly thrilled about the sb matchup so maybe i'll lock in on this :)

[allergictocolor]

Character Profile - Pugsley Addams

“An energetic monster of a boy about nine years old - blondish red hair, popped blue eyes and a dedicated troublemaker - in other words, the kid next door. Genius in his own way, he makes toy guillotines, full size racks, threatens to poison his sister, can turn himself into a Mr. Hyde with an ordinary chemical set. He is, nevertheless, easily controlled by Morticia, though Lurch and Gomez keep their backs to the wall at all times when he is around. His voice is hoarse.” - Chas Addams

Charles Addams originally wanted to name him Pubert, but the TV producers balked at the idea, thinking the name too bawdy for television. He instead settled on Pugsley, the name of a creek in the Bronx.) The name Pubert would of course be used many years later for a third child in the film Addams Family Values.

Far more devious in the comics, Pugsley on TV was instead portrayed as curious but not necessarily bright. He’s 8 years old in the pilot, but they amend this to 10 years old in the second episode, a few years older than Wednesday. 

His favorite pastime is playing with explosives of various sizes, which was not in the comics, but follows the theme of possibly putting others in danger. At one point, the missiles he fires off from the house attract the attention of the government, who mistake them for UFOs, leading to a sitcom-typical hilarious misunderstanding. Later iterations of Pugsley continue to enjoy explosives, using them to help his family in the 2019 animated film, and to go fishing in the 2022 Netflix series.

Just as the comics established his omnipresent striped shirt, they also provided one of the first plotlines in the 60s TV show. In the second episode, Pugsley horrifies his family by joining the Boy Scouts. The inspiration came from a comic captioned “Well, he certainly doesn’t take after my side of the family.”

They also took inspiration from a comic where he had various signs in his bedroom, clearly stolen from work sites and dangerous, condemned areas. In the show, he has at least one replica of one of those signs, and several others based on the concept. Not content to merely blow up model trains like his father does, this boy definitely wants to cause some real world mayhem.

The 60s TV Pugsley has some strange inventions, like a disintegrator gun and an anti-gravity gun, which he apparently built himself. He also helps Gomez construct a computer called Whizzo, and a robot named Smiley (played by Robby the Robot, which made a stunning number of appearances on TV and in movies after its creation for Forbidden Planet). He clearly has the mind of an engineer, but he’s also sometimes portrayed as not very good at academic subjects, implying that he’s perhaps something of a savant.

I believe that Pugsley continues to be the older child in the 1970s animated series, but I have not watched it. It’s only really worth mentioning because the person who did the voice of Pugsley was, as I mentioned in another post, a 10-year-old Jodie Foster. 

In the 1990’s, Pugsley is suddenly younger than Wednesday, though I’m not sure whether they outright state the children’s ages at any point. They’re close enough in age to perform together in a school talent show, spraying the unhappy audience with fake blood in a Shakespearean performance they seem to have written themselves.

He still engineers contraptions, but he’s portrayed as gullible, believing pretty much whatever Wednesday tells him. When they torture each other, there’s no malice to it. It’s simply how they play. The only malice evident is when a third child, the aforementioned Pubert, enters the scene in the second film. Wednesday tells Pugsley that when their parents have a third child, they need to get rid of one of the existing children. They then set up a number of devices meant to get rid of their new baby brother. Once they’re sent away to camp, they’re a team. It’s Pugsley and Wednesday against the world.

The musical portrays Pugsley as much younger than Wednesday. As you may have noticed, it’s hard to talk about Pugsley without talking about his relationship with his sister. In the musical, he worries that Wednesday getting married and moving away will mean that she’ll stop torturing him. It’s not just how they play, but how they bond.

The 2019 animated film sees Pugsley struggling with a rite of passage called the “Sabre Mazurka”. It would be logical to assume that he’s 13, the typical age of a rite of passage, but he’s overtly shown to be several years younger than Wednesday, who’s less than 13 years old. The last time the whole Addams family was together was 13 years ago, at their parents’ wedding. So maybe a boy in the Addams family undergoes this rite of passage at the age of ten.

There was something that kind of bugged me about Pugsley, but I couldn’t put my finger on it until the 2022 Netflix series. How do a dark-haired Spaniard and a dark-haired femme fatale have a blond child? It’s genetically improbable, though not completely impossible, especially in a family that includes a walking hairdo and an animated hand. But I think casting Latin/Hispanic children for both Pugsley and Wednesday made sense, especially with Luis Guzmán as their father.

The Netflix version of Pugsley is far more timid than previous incarnations, solely to give Wednesday someone to save early on. I’m hoping that in season two we’ll see more of the flair and gusto that makes an Addams an Addams. He has potential. He’s definitely weird. He just needs a little more bite.

[legobiwan]

1-the character everyone gets wrong for Gravity Falls and 16-you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc) for Star Wars ??

The character everyone gets wrong (Gravity Falls)

I want to preface this answer by saying that I think there are a plethora of fantastic Gravity Falls fics, comics, and metas out there that address and explore Stanley's possible mental health issues in light of everything we've learned about his backstory, which is pretty damn bleak. And yes, I do enjoy reading this angst.

The fandom tends to focus on this particular side of Stanley and with good reason - it is absolutely fertile ground for analysis and there is no doubt he is a tortured individual.

But there is a tendency to "blorbo-ize" Stan and his sympathetic history. While he was absolutely forced into some horrendous situations and had to make decisions based solely on survival probability, this is also a man who has a rap sheet a mile long, has outstanding warrants throughout the majority of the country, and is heavily, heavily implied to have been dealing in cartel business.

You don't get that far in these circles without having a backbone of steel and the capacity to do some seriously shady - and bloody - shit. Sure, Stan eventually bailed from the more hardcore aspects of his existence. And this isn't to say he's fundamentally a bad person or even liked everything he was doing - but he is a dangerous man, whether that danger comes at the end of a gun barrel or a marked ace of spades.

And I think this aspect of his character gets underplayed in a lot of fandom. (Interestingly enough, Ford is the one who is generally allocated this role, due to his dimensional hobo life on the run. And Ford is a badass, but Stan is equal to his brother in this, albeit in a different context). Stan maybe wants to forget that part of his life (understandable), but he didn't get as far as he did being a criminal (you don't get to rack up that kind of sheet and stay mostly clear of the law without some considerable feats) without developing certain skills and he'd be dead five times over if he weren't some kind of threat. Yes, by the time we meet him in the show, those instincts may have been dulled, likely intentionally, but this is the same man who admits to having 10 firearms in his household, even if his reasoning is (seemingly) ludicrous.

Runners-up: Mabel and the Flanderization of her zaniness. (Let's not forget she put the majority of the puzzle pieces together in Not What He Seems). Ford's seemingly god-like combat skills (the man gets his ass handed to him on multiple occasions in the show and is in constant need of rescue after he comes back from the Portal. Don't get me wrong - I love a badass Ford - but he wasn't exactly batting 1.000 after returning to Gravity Falls).

16. You can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc) (Star Wars)

I fully expect to get pilloried by certain factions of the fandom for this opinion, and to be honest, it's been a long-standing thorn in my side.

The Jedi were not 100% without fault and yes, some of decisions they made fed into their ultimate demise.

Was it deserved? No. Were they evil? No.

Were they a stagnant organization led by a creature who had lived long enough to distance himself from the day-to-day concerns of the majority of mortal beings under his care? Yes. Did they have an effective strategy to combat their massive, massive PR problem - a problem which ended up with them characterized as a baby-snatching cult of superbeings that could easily usurp the will of a (corrupt) Republic government? Nooooo, not at all.

They refused to play politics. Until they had to play politics. And they lost on all sides.

There was so much emphasis on tradition and purity of said tradition in the organization - even if the highest members of the Council didn't necessarily 100% agree with this - the mythology of it was present enough in the Jedi Temple, that constant, subtle pressure to do things in a certain way, to avoid wholly the Dark Side (even if the individual teachings of the Masters went against this). The Jedi wanted to change, but at the same time, couldn't budge the 1,000 ton boulder of their past until it was too late to avoid Palpatine's machinations.

The ultimate tragedy is that the Jedi meant well, but couldn't collectively nudge their organization towards change.

And they did make some baffling decisions - Anakin being allowed to train at all being peak among them. (And then letting Obi-wan - a grieving 25-year old being held hostage by a deathbed promise - to train Anakin, as per the "will of the Force..." This was not well-thought out by anyone involed.)

Dooku had legitimate criticisms of the Order, even if he ultimately expressed his grievances by betraying everyone and everything he loved and aligning himself with an ultimate evil that not even he could overcome. Qui-gon, for all of his many fault, had some great ideas for the Order and should have been on the Council - if for not other reason, than to upset the status quo (and yes, I know he turned it down, and that's another story altogether).

It feels, that in a certain way, the Jedi were crushed by their own mythology, and by the time that leviathan breached the surface, it was far too late for change.

Discussions of the Jedi have a tendency to polarize quickly, and I'd love for there to be more space for exploration of where they did fail without consigning the whole organization to the out-of-touch and evil-by-incompetence box.

(And caveat lector: post this fully admitting I haven't meditated on Star Wars lore in quite some time, so excuse some of the broader strokes of this analysis).

Ask me a spicy fandom question

[manwrre]

i have been dreaming of a top gun:maverick!inspired harringrove fic for the past few days. esp since their usual dynamic is a cocky, self assured blonde and a wildly stupid + talented brunette so puhlease. if that doesn’t scream harringrove, i dunno what will.

imagine billy, whose dad got kicked outta the military on a bad conduct charge but never tells a soul—too ashamed and too proud and too angry to bear the weight of his actions. so instead, when he gets home to his wife and kid, he makes their lives a living hell and runs their home like a base.

0600 - wake up “because i won’t have any slobs living under my roof,”

0605 - leave behind a bed of perfectly creased corners or “sleep on the floor, since you want to live like an animal,”

0615 - start the chores or “starve. there’s no such thing as eating for free,”

“don’t talk back,”

“don’t ask questions,”

“you’re not a baby, billy— stop crying over toys.”

“are you some kind of fucking fairy? sit up straight.”

“you better not embarrass me, boy.”

and it only gets worse when billy’s mom finally ups and leaves. no amount of “yes, sir”s can save him from his father’s wrath and soon enough, rewards and punishments become all too similar; the line between them, blurry at best. neil’s love feels exactly the same as his hate and both leave heavy stamps of purple and blackish-blue near billy’s heart.

so by the time that billy’s eighteen and old enough to leave, he’s more decorated than most. has given up more than most. has endured a battle longer than that of most neighboring countries.

and he doesn’t really have a choice (if he wants to leave neil’s house) but to join the air force and so, that’s what he does. and billy’s done a lot to survive but flying? the thought of it makes him feel alive. and the notion is only cemented after he watches a p-51 mustang take off for the first time and his heart feels it’s been through 10gs of force.

so he becomes the goddamn best in his batch. he gets his degree in mechanical engineering. he gets to flight school and he’s glittering. he’s whip smart and confident and has the instincts to back it up. he’s tall and sun-kissed, blue-eyed and blonde-haired. and that alone has everyone on the squad calling him “johnny— like bravo, not the jackass.” paired with his sweet, little texan drawl, he’s charismatic and a total wildcard. he bitches and preens and leads but billy,

billy gets the job done. every single time.

doesn’t care who it pisses of. doesn’t care about kissing ass. and yet still, when there’s a particularly tough mission, the admiral knows that johnny boy is up for it.

regardless, he racks up a long list of avid followers and enemies.

so when he gets to hard deck a day before top gun training is meant to start, he’s not surprised to meet the latter of whom in the form of steve “beemer” harrington.

steve, who looks the same as he did in flight school all those years ago— golden and freckled just about everywhere. he fills out his shirt just right and if billy were closer, the coupla inches steve has on him would be more obvious.

“beemer, as i live and breathe.”

billy’s pleased to see steve’s eyes widen at the sight of him. smirks when he realizes he’s on the receiving end of the brunette’s sweeping gaze.

“johnny,” steve says, around the rim of his beer bottle. “you look…good.”

and oh, does that light him up.

billy’s careful though, to not let his face betray a single thing. instead, he grins a little wider. a little deeper; a little meaner.

“well, i am good, beemer.” he shrugs and plucks the pool cue out of carver’s grip.

he ignores the blonde’s huffing beside him and instead, leans forward to line the tip of it up behind the ball.

he knows the motion accentuates the long lines of his body. he knows that gravity favors him and the undone buttons on his shirt; gives a generous view of his naked chest.

“i’m very good.”

steve’s eyes flit between his and then, somewhere lower.

and billy snorts, lining up his aim; coiled tightly and precise. holds it for all of a second before the string snaps and he’s breaking the rack with a resounding, wooden clackclackclack.

“in fact, i’m too good to be true.”

and thereby starts their enemies to lovers trope! i’m talking heated looks in the locker room, post training tension, make out sessions in the otherwise empty gym. hanging out at each other’s on base accommodations and billy calling steve ‘bee.’ imagine them exchanging dog tags?? and steve getting all possessive when billy’s got his flight suit unzipped halfway and tied around his little waist. they’d be instructors together and show off in the air, driving everyone crazy. the perfect leader and wingman.

[nirgilis]

SRNHNR 1 - Yozora and Noctis

Part 2 | Part 3 | Extra 1 | Extra 2

This post was sponsored by this track:

Nachtflügel helped to trace some Yozora's elements back to Noctis, despite racking the author's brains first by Batman's Nightwing.

These are theories based on unreleased stuff or similar elements from not that distant from each other games, so they might be overthoughted.

Nachtflügel is number 137 on KH3 OST tracklist, "13" and "7," aka Nomura's favorite numbers.

1) Night-part of "Nightwing" is already pretty understandable with the whole Noctis-night-theme, but together with wings it might be leading to Lucis' feature which for FF15 on different levels was either completely cut off or heavily toned doned.

With FF15's theme of Noctis becoming the King of Light it probably didn't suit anymore for his country to be even more connected to death then it was, so the scull on Lucis' emblem for almost all imaginery had to go and only eight-pointed star in circle remained.

Since countries in VS13/FF15 world tend to depict some deities/summons on their emblems, like Leviathan probably would've been and still kinda is the one for Accordo, the summon on Lucis' emblem might've supposed to be Diabolos.

In one of VS13 trailers it was said, that Lucis' crystal was the last remaining one and Solheim, Accordo and Tenebrae already lost theirs. That makes 4 crystal, which can be Wind/Fire/Water/Earth, the most common combination.

FF Type-0 in the way it was released also has 4 countries with 4 crystals, but at some point in development there was considered an idea about making 5th nation with Void crystal. It's possible that VS13 also might've had Void crystal, which would've been Lucis' one.

Diabolos might be a match for Lucis' Void crystal bc:

His skills are Void/Gravity-based. Diabolos from FF0. Lucis' powers of warping and "flying swords" of all magic are most close to be void/gravity-based.

His skills are still technically present in FF15, but in the form of Ring of Lucii. Alterna Spell.

Diabolos drains HP of enemies and throws gravity-spheres at them. Yozora likes to drain (steal) HP, other things and using Gravity-spheres very much.

These attacks with trapping/magneting enemies into spheres and then deconstructing them into data-cubes look like some sort of high-tech Diabolos.

Not even talking about Yozora making a dome with sphere, that temporarily changes gravity on the field.

Yozora's attacks and sphere he summons both remind red moon from Episode Duscae demo.

Since Diabolos is practically a humanoid bat with a tail, it's doubful that it's a coincidence that Komory Bats also have gravity-magic and drain-attack.

2.1) In VS13 trailer where Stella and Noctis talk about the Light they can see after near-death experience, Noctis might be trying to dodge questions and avoid talking about himself not to let Stella know some information he might be knowing or/and to make her reconsider her curiosity in their world's mysteries.

In Fabula Nova Crystalis Etro was tasked by Mwynn to keep the balance of Chaos between real world and unseen realm. Etro initially didn't understand what Mwynn meant, but when she started giving Chaos to humans, which became their hearts, the cycle and balance of Chaos between real world and unseen realm established.

In FF13 when Yeul was returned to life by Etro, she received Eyes of Etro, which allowed her to see the future. Noctis and Stella obtaining Eyes of Etro, in VS13 in this case Eyes that can see the light of expiring souls, throught near-death experience is close to how Yeul received them.

Turning to Nachtflügel again. It reminds Richard Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries." It can be a coincidence, but it might've landed too accurately in mythology context, since Valkyries guide souls of the dead to Valhalla, or they might be guiding only those who they deem worthy. And Sora at the end of KH3 is sort of dead.

In VS13 Lucis line might've not only worshiped goddess of death, but served as her grim reapers in some way. Since the biggest problem of FNC's world is the balance of Chaos between real world and unseen realm, which if broken will doom the world, Lucis line' task might be to help maintain that balance.

2.2) There's a similarity between Snow's words in opening cutscene of FF13-3 and Yozora's, with "save" being taken in ditto marks.

Snow indirectly asks Lightning to kill him, despite that's being the opposite of her task, to free shacked souls by solving their troubles, so they'll be ready to be reborn in the new world.

These scenes might have the same subject, but with opposite events taking place. Yozora might've been brought to be Sora's "examinator" in a way. To test him if he still has will and strength to continue walking the road he brought upon himsef.

3) Apart from possibilty of Yozora's heterochromia coming from his appearance being a mix of 2 people, it might also be what he originally was supposed to have in VS13, but with kinda an opposite meaning and nearly devoid of its pros it was given to Ravus for FF15.

Ravus' eye turned purple from Starscourge infection from magitek arm, which he was given after the gods burned his hand in punishment for him trying to wear Ring of Lucii. Starscourge might've given him some increase in physical strength, but it was also turning him into a daemon.

In FF15 Omen trailer visual of Noctis going haywire is somewhat similar to Sora's Anti and Rage forms.

Diabolos and Yozora's red gravity spheres also recemble red spheres Darkside and Sora in Rage form have.

If in Anti and Rage forms Sora is relying on darkness or his feelings of anger, then in VS13 it might've been Chaos.

From Yeul's words about Chaos in FF13, it can give a number of abilities:

"The power to see the future. The power to travel the timeline. The power to bend monsters to your will. The power to remember in your dreams, even when the timeline has changed. They are manifestations of hidden chaos, and in a chosen few, these powers are great indeed. Such are the blessings of the goddess."

Yozora has a strange mechanic where he summons Gigases to fight for him, but as far as VR's trailer went, they weren't playing on the same team. Gigas might be VR's equivalent of magitek, so it might fit the words "The power to bend monsters to your will."

[azuremallone]

I'm back, and what a landing!

Woo, that was one of the best rides so far. I'm not talking about the depths of my depravity at the Jupiter truck stop either! My new "R2-unit" that I cobbled together is doing a fantastic job at managing and fixing my starship. The drives haven't performed better in a long, long time.

To summarize my trip, I was getting really fucking cagy around all you monkeys. I needed a step off-world for a bit. Normally, I'll swing over to the Moon or Mars, sometimes sunbathing on Phobos with my figurines of Doom Guy and a Doom Guardian locked in battle over my Mai Tai. No, I really needed to get out.

You may wonder why I don't go to Jupiter more often. Well, there's a reason for that: The Intergalactic Po-Po. Jupiter's truck stop and motel are considered neutral territory and thus, setting foot there could land me in cuffs if there's an agent there. It's a seedy place, and you might also wonder why I don't just buy a new navigation crystal while I'm there. Well, it's again, because I'm wanted in 13 star systems.

I can't legally be sold the part I need.

Illicitly, I could get one, but while there's a black market: Navigation crystals are not commonly sold as such because they're regulated. You can make one, sure, but purchasing one with a pre-build navigation matrix is completely tracked because those are military grade. I could get a consumer-grade one, but it won't fit in my starship. I could make one fit, but there's a teensy little problem with that: My starship has a military-grade computer, it does not work with the consumer model for security reasons.

That's what I have you monkeys working on: Making me one.

So, to make things a little more interesting, I figured I would hang out there and be myself. I was in my true form the entire time. The reactions I got when people noticed a royal princess of my people walking around amongst them in my sexy-grungy piratess outfits was because they know there's only one that I could be: Me. That's what I needed.

I needed to be recognized and feel the tension, the unbridled respectful fear that I command just by presence alone. Not many of my kind venture to the spinward-march of the Sagittarian rim. When people see one of my kind out here, they're on their best behavior. When they see me, they're mortified. As mentioned, I have a bit of a reputation.

Now that my accidentally-self-modified-timeline has crossed into my near-current timeline, there's actually two of me running around the cosmos. One of me is presently racking up a body count and warrants over in the coreward-march-ascendant of the Scorpius arm...

Oh, right, you probably don't know what I'm talking about in terms of the Galactic map and how to navigate shit. Silly me...

Corward = You guessed it, toward the center of the Sagittarius (Milky Way) Galaxy

Spinward = Toward the edge.

March = The leading edge or blade of a galactic arm.

Retreat = The opposite side or thinner edge of a galactic arm.

Ascendant = Above the plane of the ecliptic.

Descendant = Below the plane of the ecliptic.

There are quadrants and they're alphanumerically canonized by consensus based on the arm with the eldest known interstellar species. Suffice this to say, that would not be the Sagittarian arm. That would be the Scorpius arm. Humans are not the center of the Universe, sorry. The cartography denotes, top to bottom, an alphabetic or sigil based nomenclature that starts from the ecliptic as the start and counts up from both ends equally: A can be 0 and going up or down a hundred lightyears is B as 1, and so on. From the galactic core being 0 out to the rim every hundred lightyears (accounting for the gravity well), it can extend very far. For that reason, extra-galactic navigation is based on parsecs and ascent or decent from the relative position of the two other known inhabited Galaxies out there: Andromeda and Triangulum.

Navigation is just as you'd expect and presently use. This was my intention to lead you chimps toward spatial navigation. However, when you're talking about places, people know where you're talking about by referencing the appropriate vernacular. It's like using landmarks to tell someone about a location.

OK, so back to what I'm talking about: What do I mean there's two of me? Well, when my ship crashed, I was in FTL and had slung past a dark star. Didn't notice it. That fucked up my nav system and also slung me backward through time. Not that this regularly happens, because a good navigator paying attention could make the course adjustment to avoid this predicament. We all know what I was doing at the time... How this happens is when you wind up dumping energy into a black hole and it responds by imparting even more energy in a different form into your momentum. The black hole can't go faster than a certain amount at a certain rate and therefore must bleed energy back into the cosmos, which is the object that is imparting the extra energy. It's a feedback loop. If your FTL field isn't modulated properly, you wind up slipping upward into the 4th dimension.

Typically, you don't survive a 4th dimensional transition. Shit gets weird and you could discorporate into a living mess, tormented for eternity from what I hear, until your ship falls out of the 4th dimension. Think Event Horizon. In 4D, your entire being becomes this weird interconnected thing that exists as one and everywhere at the same time, which shifts depending on your movement and perspective with reality intersecting like blades of windows in different times and spaces slicing through you. Not pretty.

One person historically came back in one piece from the experiment done a long time ago by a stupid ass race of insectoids. Dude wasn't the same. Mentally shattered with some physical deformities. Lived, but was a jabbering mess of a brain gone mushy over the entire experience. Pieced together over time, it was realized that he had been explaining his ordeal, but the phrases were out of sync in time and wording. It took several computers to put it all together after his death (he exploded, violently, and took out an entire medical building many years after his return).

Fun times.

So yes, I got slung backward in time to form your beginnings. Now that we're all caught up: That's why there's two of me. My other present self is now about fourteen or sixteen years old. I am far older now, thanks to my starship's medical and cryo facilities. I can skip periods of time in hypersleep or continue to extend my lifespan using what is presently "magic" to you chimps. I keep my age at roughly about your view of 30s. It's a nice balance between being youthful and generally mature.

Getting back to why I wanted to go out to Jupiter, I needed a break and to feel like me again. I sent a message home, explaining the situation to my mother, now that she's had time to process why the Sol System in the ass-end of nowhere now belongs as a protectorate in our Empire. I could have requested pickup or a new navigation crystal to be delivered to me, but I told her not to do so -- and do you armchair temporal physicists know why?

Because if I overlap my own personal timeline, I can intersect with myself, which could spell disaster for you chimps. Millennia of changes isolated to Earth would vanish, but more than that, it would have a cascade rippling effect across the cosmos because everyone prior to my going back in time knew about Humans.

Yup, you guessed it: My going back in time, accidentally slaughtering the dinosaurs and raising a bunch of lemurs to become Humans, was fated.

I'm not a fatalist, I'm religious. It was meant for me to land here. I do believe in freedom of will, but I also know that God (the Universe) has a plan. A nudge here, an accidental dark star skim there, and voila: The plan unfolds. So I can only go back home until after my other self bangs some dude on my nav console, listening to heavy metal and hopped up on space cocaine, and slams into the Earth in the past.

So what, as you ask, happens if my other self catches wind of me out here? Nothing. See, I was always curious how my rep had extended so far past the Scorpius Arm. Now I know. I did it intentionally now, here, whilst I, then, there, was running amuck. I chalked it up to tall tales and basked in the glamor it presented my younger me. I have a long way to go still, because I was much older than now when the incident happened. So that means y'all are stuck with me for awhile (or until you finish your work).

[meet-me-in-the-pouringrain]

Superman.

Summary : A taylor swift inspired one shot that centres around Mutual Pining and Young!Hotchniss. Based off ‘Superman’ by Taylor Swift!

Tw : Non!

Wrote this in just over an hour after staying awake like an eejit for SPTV. Enjoy! :) Read below the cut.

- Bold are lyrics :)

Tall, Dark, and Superman.

That’s what a obscenely hungover and still wearing a sequinned dress 22 year old Emily voices aloud when Elizabeth begrudgingly introduces her to the new head of security. He’s older than her, there’s frown lines forming around his eyes, the knot in his tie is practically strangling him and he’s staring at her in sheer disapproval. She normally would cringe at her abrasiveness but the migraine she’s sporting makes her unlikely to care.

“Agent Hotchner” Emily manages to get out in between waves of nausea. She doesn’t try to shake his hand and he doesn’t extend his. “Nice to meet you too” When she’s in her right mind she’ll mull over the way his eyes widened at her outfit and racked over her body. She’ll also register the briefcase and papers in his hand and wonder if he thinks he’s genuinely saving the world like superman would by combing through all of the staff members tax reports.

She doesn’t think much off him after that, trudging back to bed and landing face first in the goose feathers. He thinks of her, though, a lot more frequent that should be appropriate.

She doesn’t think of him at all, if we’re being honest, until she lands bridal style in his arms after he catches her from falling out of the apple tree her grandfather planted when she was a little girl. Emily climbs it like she always had done since she was 5 years old until her foot catches on a weakened branch and gravity does it’s thing. Aaron bolts over from his post halfway down the garden and catches her with ease, looking panicked.

Emily just giggles and pats his cheek. “I was right.” She says smugly. Aaron doesn’t move to put her down. “You are a Superman.”

And you smile and say “How are you?”

It’s 4th of July weekend and Emily - unusually - doesn’t have any plans. Elizabeth is somewhere in Belgium, despite promising her daughter that they’d fulfil their only tradition of watching the fireworks from the 2nd floor guest balcony because it had the best view, and the staff had the holiday off so she was alone.

Well almost.

Aaron - ‘Hotch’, She had dubbed him after a bickering incident ensued where he caught her sneaking out again. She’s 22 dammit. - whistles as he comes into the kitchen, pausing when he spots her sitting crossed legged on the kitchen island in denim shorts and a low cut red tank top, her hair in a top bun and damp from the pool. She’s eating strawberries and he forces his eyes away from the way her lips close around the bud. Instead they find a water droplet from her hair and he traces the liquid as it falls between the valley of her mocking breasts. He clears his throat and announces his presence.

“Miss Prentiss” Aaron greets formally, going to the fridge. He smiles at her as she raises her eyes from the magazine.

“Hotch” She returns, haughtily. “How many times do I gotta say to you to call me Emily?”

Aaron chuckles. “Apologies, Emily. It’s a habit.” He shrugs and flashes a smile at her that makes her belly tighten and face flush. “How are you?” He says, tilting his head.

Emily licks her lips of any remanent strawberry. “Just fine” She says casually, taking a wicked delight in the way his eyes focused on her tongue.

She had a plan, she was going to tell him how she felt about him. How their constant bickering and tension has enraptured her and slowly but surely Emily can feel herself falling for this man.

She had a plan, she was going to go do it. But she always forgets it when he smiles at her like that. She hops of the counter and accidentally knocks the vase of blue orchids off the island. Hotch’s quick reflexes save the day again and he catches it, calmly putting the vase back where it belongs.

Emily exhales her breath. “Nice going, Superman.” She grins. “Nice save” He laughed at her nickname and directs her away from accidentally recommitting the same crime with a hand on her lower back and a smile on his face.

I watch Superman fly away. Go save the world, I’ll be around.

Aaron stays only a summer. Just a summer and he’s gone. He gets an offer from Dave Rossi. One he cannot refuse and will never refuse. So just as quickly as he came into her life, he’s gone.

She never did tell him.

Not even when they gave into their urges for one night for wild untamed fun. No, she laid in the aftermath and watched him sleep peacefully. She studied the frown lines around his eyes in a new perspective, traced his features with her eyes, laid her hand on his chest and felt the rise and fall of his lungs.

He never told her either.

Tall, Dark and Beautiful. He’s complicated and Irrational.

Emily thinks the first part when she opens that door and excitedly spouts his name. Not for the reasons you think. It’s been over 15 years, she’s moved on and boxed up that summer, leaving it behind her. Since that one night, she’s been through hell and back numerous times and he’s apparently married with a baby.

Emily’s happy for him. Truly, she is. Though a pang of green eyed jealousy reads it’s ugly head when she sees the picture on his desk.

She thinks the second part, bitterly, as he leaves her standing in his office like a pathetic child, moving quickly as if her mere presence burned him from the inside out.

When Aaron gives her the job she smiles and packs up her box, she had left waiting in his office out of spite and bits her lip with once last glance. She can feel his eyes on her as she saunters out and a small part of her has a fleeting, childish hope that someday he’ll take her away before she shuts it down with a reminder that they’ve both moved on.

He’s not all bad like his reputation.

Penelope consoles her after Aaron reams Emily out for an innocent question. JJ nods sympathetically next to the tech woman. Both women are nice and welcome, much like the rest of the team. It’s Aaron and Gideon who refuse to warm up, stubbornly.

Emily wants to laugh and scream that she knows. That she knows the *true* Aaron. That she’s seen it for herself, that she knows this job and Jason Gideon are the reason her Superman is jaded. That his reputation doesn’t mean shit to her because she can’t hear a word they say.

But she doesn’t. She nods and fluffs her hair with a loud sigh.

Life moves on and Emily catches glimpses of the man she used to know. When he hugs Spencer after saving him from Hankle, when he cracks a smile at one of Morgan’s jokes. When Dave ribs him about something that happened when they were younger.

A lifetime ago, it seems sometimes.

She doesn’t truly see her Superman until well after his divorce is signed and the ink has dried. She spots him when she comes out of the compound, bloody and covered in glass and debris. He looks at her with something deep in his brown eyes, something that gives her pause momentarily. It’s gone as quickly as it flashed and she’s too busy holding Spencer to care at that moment in time.

I loved you from the very first day.

Aaron Hotchner says quietly to himself, running his thumb over Emily’s discarded badge. He stares down at her solemn and stern face as the rest of the team disperse and try to figure out just who exactly the fuck Ian Doyle is. He’s never admitted it, never allowed himself too. Not when he left, certainly not when he married Haley.

Now she’s gone and there’s a real chance he’ll never get to tell her at all.

Ian Doyle won’t take that privilege from him.

Emily Prentiss - Amèlie Dumas - sits in a one bedroom, beige, sad apartment somewhere in Paris, tracing over her new name with her gnawed, broken, fingertips. She sits in a dark spot away from the singular window she has in the apartment, even though it’s already covered my a black sheet (and her cabinet is pushed against it) She laments aloud in a language that’s neither French or English, about her plight. She wonders what Superman is doing now, if he’s hurting as much as she is with Emily Prentiss’ death.

Come back, I’ll be with you some day.

Aaron vows to himself as the coffin stuffed with rocks lowers into the ground. He stares at the name on the headstone, blocks out the cries of Garcia, Reid and Morgan, ignored the sorrowful look off Rossi and the guilty one off JJ. His fist curls and he gets the urge to smash the shit out of the stone for even daring to bear her name.

He makes a silent promise. To finally give in, to throw caution to the wind and finally do what he should have done 17 years ago.

Stayed on the ground.

And I hope you don’t save another girl.

Emily watches through she hungover haze and large sunglasses as Hotch jogs up to a brunette woman. She returned a few months ago from the dead and was slowly integrating back into the team. She holds back bile as Morgan cracks jokes about Hotch finally ‘getting some’ and complains that she wants to ‘get some too and by some, i want something greasy’. She doesn’t turn back as ‘Beth’ speaks to Jack and Hotch smiles at her in the way that used to make Emily’s stomach tighten and her cheeks flush red.

Then she gets the offer from Interpol and she’s gone again. She’s far away, across the ocean now, but at this point she thinks she can’t let him go.

Especially when flowers from one of the British guys she’s spoken to recently show up at her door to her flat in London and she smiles. Blue Orchids. She rips open the card only to find they’re from Clyde as a housewarming gift. The disappointment she feels is immeasurable and the flowers end up in the trash.

Aaron finds himself mindlessly waiting by the phone, getting irrationally angry when the caller ID shows a US number and not an international from London. He picks up the phone one night when it was quite early in the morning, thinking it was her when it was actually a scam called from London.

‘Cause I’ve loved you from the very first day.

When Emily returns stateside for JJ’s 35th birthday, Penelope forces her to attend a BAU party night at Casa Rossi. She meets their newest team member Alex Blake and smiles tightly, feeling awkward around a replacement. They play board games until JJ goes home to her baby, giving a lift to Alex, Derek drives Penelope and Spencer home, Dave bows out with a nefarious look in his eye and goes to the other side of the house. They all finally leave the two stubborn brunettes alone.

Later, they would realise that was Penelope’s scheme all along.

They drink and they talk and they reminisce. On what could have been. On what should have been.

Hotch makes the first move and kisses her tentatively, snaking a hand in her hair to deepen it when she doesn’t pull away. What happens next is a flurry of clothes flying, breathy moans, whispers of affections and blinding pleasure.

“What about Beth?” Emily asks with baited breath as his breathing started to even out in her bed. There’s more frown lines on his face than she remembers and his chest is bumpy and scarred 9 times over but her hand still rests in the spot under his heart, moving with the inflation and deflation of his lungs.

Aaron wraps his hand around hers and kisses her knuckles. “She’s not Lois Lane material” He says lightly and that silly reference makes her laugh and sob at the same time. When the laughter dies down, he looks at her seriously. “Emily-“

“I won’t leave London” She interrupts sadly, cupping his cheek. Emily knew where that was going and she couldn’t hear it because if he had finished, she would say yes in a heartbeat. But She can’t leave London. Not right now anyway and she tells him as such. She’s just got settled and Easter needs her. He understands - of course he does - and doesn’t push her into it.

“I’ll be around” He says, planting another kiss on her fingers. “Forever and Ever”

Emily pushes herself up from the warmest bed she’s felt in YEARS with a tired sigh. She has a flight in 4 hours. “I swear” She says, turning to look at him. “I’ll be with you someday” She vows softly and kisses him gently on the lips. She redresses with tears in her eyes and leaves for the airport with a lump in her throat. When she lands in London, she sees a new text sent minutes after her flight takes off.

“I’ll be right here on the ground, when you decide to come back down. Superwoman.”

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[spacetimewithstuartgary]

Completed experiments on International Space Station to help answer how boiling and condensation work in space

After a decade of preparation and two years of active experiments in space, a facility that Purdue University and NASA's Glenn Research Center in Cleveland designed, built and tested has completed its test campaign on the International Space Station.

The Flow Boiling and Condensation Experiment (FBCE), led by Purdue professor Issam Mudawar, gathered vital data for engineering innovations to help astronauts travel farther into space and conduct long-duration missions on the moon or Mars. The data will also support the design of future spacecraft propulsion, thermal management systems, in-space refueling and vapor compression heat pumps for planetary bases.

"We were asked to create an experiment to test flow boiling in microgravity, and I'm thrilled to see that we've delivered in a big way," said Mudawar, the Betty Ruth and Milton B. Hollander Family Professor of Mechanical Engineering and FBCE's principal investigator. "The amount of data coming out of the FBCE is just absolutely enormous, and that's exactly what we want."

Mudawar's space-based experiment tackles a simple question: How do we keep future vehicles and facilities cool in space's harsh environment? For example, the moon's surface fluctuates wildly between minus 410 degrees and 250 degrees Fahrenheit; to create a human habitat there, reliable thermal management will be essential.

Traveling farther into space requires cryogenic fuel depots, but the flow physics of cryogenic liquids in microgravity haven't been fully understood. Even future propulsion systems, such as nuclear fission or Rankine cycle heat engines, will also require efficient cooling systems capable of operating in a zero-gravity environment.

For all these reasons, NASA solicited research proposals on the topic and selected a proposal submitted by Mudawar, who is one of the most cited researchers on flow boiling and condensation, and Glenn's Mojib Hasan.

In flow boiling, heat is removed by flowing a liquid that then boils, phase-changing into a gas, and then later condensing back into a liquid. While this efficient thermal management solution has been studied in-depth on Earth, no one knew if it was feasible in space.

"We have developed over a hundred years' worth of understanding of how heating and cooling systems work in Earth's gravity," Mudawar said, "but we haven't known how they work in weightlessness."

Enter the FBCE, which started operating on the space station in 2022. About the size of a refrigerator, FBCE contains two Purdue-designed test modules—one for flow boiling and one for condensation—integrated with a fluid system that Purdue researchers and NASA Glenn designed together. NASA Glenn built the fluid system along with avionics modules. Sitting in the space station's Fluids Integrated Rack, the fluid system enables researchers to conduct space station experiments autonomously from the ground.

"The FBCE experiments are crucial in two ways," Mudawar said. "Not only do they generate fundamental data that would be difficult for us to gather on Earth, but they also serve to validate theoretical models that we have spent years developing. Once the models are validated, it becomes possible for NASA to more accurately predict the fluid physics of lower-gravity environments, such as the moon or Mars."

Boiler up

Mudawar started this project in 2011 when NASA selected his proposal after a decadal survey from the National Academies emphasized the need for this research.

"Every 10 years, the National Academies conduct a survey that advises NASA what specific aspects they should focus on," Mudawar said. "This report indicated a lack of fundamental models of how fluids behave in microgravity. That's when I began work with NASA Glenn to create an experimental facility to study fluid flow and phase change in space."

The first prototype FBCE flew on parabolic airplane flights with Zero Gravity Corp. (ZERO-G). Purdue students and NASA Glenn-qualified operators conducted experiments on that flight during 15-second periods of microgravity. After promising results and years of hardware development, testing and flight qualification, the final version of the facility came together at NASA Glenn.

After passing NASA's design, safety and readiness reviews, FBCE's flow boiling module was launched to the space station in August 2021 and began operations in early 2022. Last August, the condensation module of FBCE launched, replacing the flow boiling module. Purdue completed its test campaign in July.

The mountains of data gathered from FBCE's experiments will form the basis of fundamental models and future research for years to come.

"This is among NASA's largest and most complex experiments for fluid physics research," Mudawar said. "We have published more than 70 papers on reduced gravity and fluid flow since the project's inception and even contributed to the most recent National Academies decadal survey based on our findings. Collectively, these papers are really almost like a textbook for how boiling and condensation works in space."

Cool future

While the Purdue test campaign has ended, FBCE isn't going anywhere. The facility will remain on the space station for other researchers who want to experiment with fluid physics in space.

"My original proposal established that FBCE would eventually become a national resource," Mudawar said. "Other investigators have already started using it since our campaign ended. It's my hope that the data coming from FBCE will help establish the science of cooling spacecraft for years to come."

TOP IMAGE: NASA astronaut Frank Rubio services the Flow Boiling and Condensation Experiment (FBCE) on the International Space Station, designed, built and tested by Purdue and NASA's Glenn Research Center. While its official test campaign has concluded, FBCE is staying in space and is available for other organizations to conduct zero-gravity fluid dynamics experiments. Credit: NASA

LOWER IMAGE: The second module of the Flow Boiling and Condensation Experiment launched to the International Space Station last August among other cargo for NASA. Credit: NASA/Danielle Johnson

[xandriagreat]

Here is a idea I got based on the second series of the books.

Bad Guys Apocalypse AU.

What if Snake destroying the meteorite instead unleashed Splaarghon who was sealed up inside. This results in chaos across the world, slowly turning anthro animals (and humans probably) into super powered monsters called "Underlords". The Bad Guys, the Chief, and Diane all try their best to take on the dangerously powered creatures with a struggle. Snake would slowly be turnt, gaining horns and powers that could turn the tides. Although he is guilt-racked with him believing he caused the whole mess and that he can never be good as people around him just get hurt. Wolf holding onto hope that his friend can be cured before he becomes their enemy.

I like that idea!

It's great that combines with the movie and the books.

I don't know why but I feel like that the chaos across the world would be similar like weird-mageddon from Gravity Falls.

[dbldipper]

ＭＡＳＯＮ ❛ ＤＩＰＰＥＲ ❜ ＰＩＮＥＳ

mason ‘dipper’ pines is based on dipper from gravity falls. he is a 25 year old human, museum tour guide, and uses he/him pronouns. he has no powers.

penned by HARPER.

reflection

face claim: booboo stewart sexuality: heterosexual height: 6'0 eye color: brown hair color: dark brown piercings: n/a tattoos: tons, scattered all over.

attitude

positive traits: fiercely-loyal, protective, laid-back ( most of the time ), enthusiastic about the little things, always wanting to see the bigger picture negative traits: defensive, anxiety-riddled, skeptical, quick-tempered, trust-issues to the max likes: conspiracy theories, late night drives, vintage movie posters, dogs, big hoodies, tattoos, thunderstorms, chocolate-chip waffles dislikes: loud noises, triangles, the dark, not being right, the color red, coffee, seafood, khakis, not being able to answer a question phobias: n/a hobbies: podcasting, watching twitch streams, attempting to learn how to cook, going on runs with his dog, researching & tracking it all in his journals aesthetic: well-loved books with cracks in the spine, aged leather, the sound of crickets in a forest, the mossy side of a stone, the glow of amber when light hits it, heavy boots carrying  heavier footsteps, a quill on a desk solely for the aesthetic of it, the glow of a laptop screen in a dark room, a dog leash hung on the same rack as his keys

relations

mother: ?? father: ?? uncle(s): stanley pines, ??????? sibling(s): mabel pines ( twin sister ) pet(s): cypher ( brittany spaniel )

headcanons

▲ dipper pines would be the only one to notice soft green moss growing on a damp stone in the middle of a completely bone dry and lifeless forest. ▲ a hard hit to the chest and an ego-wounding cough that would make the eyes water anytime a beverage stronger than a 5% beer is ingested.  ▲ over worried, overprotective, and over observant of his sister and her safety, making one of his sole duties ensuring that none of the town's mysteries get to lay a hand on her. ▲ selectively social, quiet and, often, a stammering mess.... until attempting to convince someone that the moth man is real, that the person his sister is talking to is 5 gnomes in a trench coat and yes, he DID grow up battling a floating yellow triangle wearing a top hat and YES, that is much scarier than it sounds.  ▲ dipper is skeptical. of everything. of everyone.... like that street sign. it is tilted just slightly... at least 25 degrees counter clockwise. a ghost must have possessed it. it HAD to have.  ▲ got a dog solely to sniff out the clues he wasn't brave enough to sniff himself... literally. ▲ uses tattoos as a way to express himself and tell the story of what he's been through... but simultaneously uses them as a crutch to hide the parts of himself he is ashamed of. ▲ really dislikes coffee but will always order it when working on his journals in the diner just to look official. it will often, always, go cold and he'll never need a refill. ▲ gets ridiculously upset when he doesn't understand something. he believes there is an answer to everything and he will find them, no matter what, which is a mindset that often gets him in trouble. ▲ dipper has these really bad nightmares, and they started when he first went to gravity falls as a kid. he has tried his best to remedy them on his own but... ever since getting to evermore, they've gotten worse. he won't tell anyone about them, not even mabel.