#Little Kiddie Trio

[nia1sworld]

🦃Happy Thanksgiving🦃

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nightmare viewing the murder time three as little toys but more in like a little spoiled kid kinda way. because it would be funny and if you take into the account that he was like 6 before getting corrupted and do some mental loopholes it would be even funnier. like these are his dolls (killer dust and horror) and this is their barbie dreamhouse (his castle). they all have to stay in one room because nightmare needs to keep his toys in a toy box. the toys only ever come out when he wants to play but oh damn it they keep on breaking out!! silly toys,,, and then he locks them into the room again.

nightmare serves them food with plastic tea cups and plastic plates and there is no food. there is no tea. they have to imagine the food because dolls can't literally eat. there are food containers and stuff in the house but its all just a bunch of empty boxes. horror starts tweaking out after he scavenges the kitchen and finds a cereal box and milk carton that have NOTHING in it (why keep empty boxes?????)

they have to go where he wants them to go. nightmare gets to dress them up in whatever he wants because theyre his dolls they can wear anything he wants. it gets incredibly embarrassing when the trio is forced to wear pink pretty dresses and fight like that. or they have to go around the castle doing stupid fucking roleplays and it gets weird because theyre being forced to reenact a bullying scene and nightmare's giving them the death stare if they don't get it right (is this projection. this must be some form of coping mechanism dust theorizes)

and then you know nightmare's not exactly the best toy owner so he loses a few of his dolls here and there. maybe they get destroyed when he was playing a bit too rough with them! (killer dies in battle for like the 29th time) but its okay because he can just go back on down to the store (something new) and buy. wait no. steal another doll and then put it back in his dreamhouse and BOOM he has a full set again!! so sweet so cute. his dolls don't have consciousness what are you talking about theyre begging to be let go?? that's all just your imagination. what do you mean you're asking about the several slowly dying bodies with removed arms or legs in his dungeon. oh that's just where the broken but not yet destroyed toys go dw theyre fine its humane

[punkeropercyjackson]

Please tell me how Duke,Cass and Stephanie getting nonstop left out of Batfam content isn't because of antiblackness,racialized misogyny and a mix of gender essentialism,classism and ableism.When none of you can shut the fuck up about how 'black haired and blue eyed male is the only requirement for a Batkid!' and go as far as to include 'pale/fair skinned' sometimes when Damian and Dick are brownskin in multiple versions because of being brown in heritage and Damian and Jason have green eyes half the time and by saying 'lighteyed' when it comes to Batboys,that would be problematic but it'd at least include Duke since he's gold eyed due to Gnonom and you probably don't even know who that is since you actively refuse to meet Duke even though he's easiest Batkid to read for BECAUSE he's got so little content and Cass and Stephanie also have a small amount of material compared to the other boys

When Cass is chosen over Duke for Jason by all of you even though she hates him and she chooses Stephanie again and again against everyone's wishes and Duke canonically WANTS to be chosen for fucking once and Jason DID choose him and is the only other Batboy who called him a Robin directly outside of Robin War and Stephanie's dying wish was be 'a real Robin' and Cass' character creation purpose is to defy the idea that asian women exist only for white men and go against other asian girl stereotypes,INCLUDING being purely soft and feminine by making her a rough and tough butch who hates cis men.When you say 'Fuck canon,fanon is better!' to justify your millions of rewrites to erase Tim's Robin being a romani man and his Batgirl a half chinese girl and Jason's Robin and Batgirl being a black autistic boy and his Batgirl a bpdtistic male explotation victim and your crossovers of characters who have the perfect parents or at least caretakers in canon but suddenly,canon is your gospel when it comes to the bigotry in it's writing i.e how 'The core Batkids' came to be

And the fact is,that's like the only Batkids combo that DOSEN'T make sense!The Dead Robins Club is a no brainer but there's also the 90s Batkids trinity,the Shakespearen Robins(Jason,Stephanie and Duke),The Troubled Batkids(Tim,Stephanie,Cass and Duke),Batman!Cass Batwoman!Stephanie Robin!Maps and Trans Batgirl!Damian and the ONLY CANON Nightwing Robin and Batgirl trio we've ever gotten in Dick Tim and Cass??????You have some of the best dynamics of all time possible but nah,you'd rather pass it over for infantalizing a grown ass disabled moc into your pathetic lil pretty obsessed manchild,turning thee dead sidekick into a convuluted mess more than canon ever has and that's saying BIG words,cringeifying someone who just has the personality of an ordinary of 17 year old boy and is therefore inherently lovable into the arranged marriage lovechild of a dark romance guy and a pick me quotev girl and dehumanize a cute and sweet lil brown boy who's got that trauma already to turn him into an animal in human mold in the same breath you bash him healing enough to get a gf through trauma bonding and being kiddy together in favor of your groody ass lil age gap fantasy-Actually,that applies to ALL OF THEM

Kory,Rose and STEPHANIE are infinitely better written love interests for Dick,Jason and Tim than any older man you want them to get with,Tim most of all because he's not even a man,he's a boy.Cass and Stephanie are adults and have been for a long time in multiple incarnations so why not make Stephcass smut instead?Why not 'Duke joins the Batfam early/Jason takes Duke into The Outlaws after he has a fight with Bruce that scared him/Sleep Deprived Duke Thomas/Chaotic Duke Thomas/Duke Thomas deserves better/Trans Duke Thomas/Autistic Duke Thomas?,all of which are infinitely more implicable to Duke than they are to Tim and so is 'Token Normal Tim Drake'?When you make this content or you support it,you're saying something.You're saying you don't care about representation and perfer stereotyping and abusive dynamics because you believe they're inherently more interesting

Before you judge this post,consider the following:Which one of us has read enough comics and watched enough adaptions to know all this?Which one of us has more of a right to call themself a Batfam and Batkids fan?Which one of us is constantly gatekeeping Duke,Cass and Stephanie from their own story and pulling the 'No,YOU!!!!' card?It's absolutely pathetic how desperate the grip Batfanon has taken is and even more so that y'all refuse to move on from it like i did.It's not gonna kill you,you pissbabies.And just curious,how long was the last Batfam-centric post you rb'd?Longer than this,right?

[jack-kellys]

maybe. A splasher please wbwb? For the character asks wbwbbw

— davey :]

@walkman-cat literally would be my pleasure im just so happy he exists outside of school productions now

send a character and i’ll do the following:

one aspect about them i love

government assigned youngest. from birth. it’s so funny to me i love it

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

idt we’ve had enough time with his existence for me to feel like anyones done anything ooc with him tbh, BUT- i do find it significant that while he literally like. got his name by jumping into the river and saving someone (read: got his name by taking direct action), mike legit has to yell at him to do something during the big strikebreak fight. so that dichotomy is like. a) unmissable and b) the only two real pieces of character we even have !!

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

fuck it. trans. transing him rn. like very young age, first coming to the lodge. and then manhattan was like so true you are a boy. let’s help with that

he’s government assigned younger brother, HOWEVER. i think he’s 12 and not super super young tbh. mostly bc i can’t write someone younger than les. but tbh i do this with all the onstage newsies as well idt anyone onstage is playing younger than 12ish in my mind

one character i love seeing them interact with

tommy boyyy~. i looove them. their dynamic is wonderful. that’s tommy’s kid fr

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

wish he interacted with jack more tbh! i love how jack interacts with jojo (for multiple personal reasons as well) and splasher is also just little and wiry so i wish he picked him up too hehe :)

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

splasher jojo mike trio of all time. 12-14 year olds just having fun being kids. and then tommy is wearing like 3 diff kiddie backpacks so they don’t run off

i Looove splishsplash so thank u for the ask!!

[strayheartless]

out of the first class trio who is the most sensitive one

Well dear anon I think the answer to this is probably all of them.

Genesis: Gen is extremely sensitive and emotional insomuch as he is sensitive to rejection and easily triggered by feelings of inadequacy. I think Gen probably gets triggered emotionally by quite a lot. Anytime his intellect or physical ability is called into question Genesis immediately takes a defensive position.

This mostly comes from being such an emotionally disregulated child. His parents were only ever interested in what Genesis could provide for them in terms of his inventions (which I believe there probably more than just the Apple juice, it’s just that, that is what he’s most famous for.) they didn’t really have time for his outburst and I think that even if Genesis’s Nanny’s were precious too him he still craved his mother and fathers attention.

As an adult he has lost interest in trying to get them to pay attention to him as a person, but his sensitivity to being ignored or rejected rears it’s ugly head in a reminder that he will always be that lonely little boy, who talked too much yet still couldn’t get his mama to look at him.

Angeal: I think Angeal used to be quite a sensitive kiddie. He was certainly the most likely to cry over kittens and movies. The difference is, Angeal was taught how to regulate his emotions. The times when Angeal found himself overwhelmed I believe his father would talk him through it. Angeals father is too big of a crux in Angeals story for me to believe he wasn’t an emotionally open man. I think Angeal learned a lot about being emotionally open and empathetic from his father.

The trouble comes, however, when his father dies. I think Angeal relied a lot on his father to coach him through his more disregulated moments. I think none of the firsts actually have a natural ability to regulate themselves because of the mako and Angeal relied upon his father to be his regulation.

Angeal knows it’s okay to cry, he knows fondness is an okay emotion; that love is what drives us. But his fathers death makes Angeal close off to what he’s been taught because it hurts. In the end Angeals sensitivity and emotional intelligence is what kills him.

He feels too much. Too much honour, too much guilt, too much anger and sorrow.

Sephiroth: arguably Sephiroth is the MOST sensitive of the three. You don’t burn down an entire village and commit mass genocide after finding out you’ve been lied too your entire life because your not emotional. Sephiroth has always been sensitive, he just has a screwy way of showing it.

He’s closed of and snappish. He locks himself away and stops eating. He shuts down. Refuses to verbally respond. Sephiroth emotional is the worst version of himself. And -like Genesis- it’s absolutely his parents fault. Hojo is a bastard of the highest order. In fact bastard isn’t a strong enough word but I don’t wish to be shadow banned. The man abused Sephiroth his entire life, he tortured him into subservience and the people Seph learned how to emote from are not exactly masters in their field.

We know something’s about to go down with Glen. Genesis seems to think hitting people with fire spells is an acceptable way to show affection and Angeals so busy obsessing over honour he confuses friendship with command. Sephiroth has zero healthy remodels for this kind of thing.

The man has abandonment issues, he’s isolated and afraid. Sephiroth is absolutely emotionally unstable and I’d argue he has always been so. I believe it is Shirley Jackson who said “no living organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.” And when your reality is like Sephiroth’s it’s a wonder you haven’t gone mad sooner.

Sorry if this is a little heavy! If you want to ask more or you feel like I haven’t given you the answer you hoped let me know and I’ll try my best!❤️❤️

[blue-cat-ter-flies-blog]

Similar to this post that I posted earlier but slightly different. Instead of Sukugo with Baby Luffy; we're getting baby Sukugo dumped on the Strawhats!

Satoru is first. The Strawhats either land on an island where Luffy decides to kidnap Satoru after Shenanigans(TM) or Satoru is actually Luffy's child. Somehow. I dunno- it's either Iva-chan's fault or Devil Fruit bullshittery.

If it's the first then that island has some Noble (but not Tenryuubito/World Noble/Celestial Dragons) presence but it's generally ignore-able because what are they gonna do? Try and fight a Yonkou's crew (or the Pirate King's- timeline is wibbly in this one since it can be placed whenever) who've proved themselves able to defeat whole-ass armies before they even got to double digits crew-wise???

(Well, there are people stupid enough to do that but we know they're either entirely forgettable or important for the whole crew's growth/reputation/coffers.)

Anyway, shenanigans happen (as they always do with the Strawhats) and then Luffy comes across baby Satoru in his pretty cage home. Held at arm's length; worshiped and isolated; loved and hated- not for himself but for what he symbolizes. What he can be used for or aimed at or bartered for. He has no one and no one has him.

And he's reminded of Ace; of Sabo; of himself.

Being alone hurts worse than pain.

Luffy was so lucky to have his brothers, his crew, the friends he met and left behind- they all made the loneliness go away. And now there's a little boy in front of him that reminds him of his brothers and him and, impulsive as always, he decides to kidnap Satoru and take him away. Because he (and his brothers) decided to live with no regrets- and while he might regret raising a child on a pirate ship, he'd regret it more if he'd left Satoru behind, all by himself with no one to chase the loneliness away.

So now Luffy, unexpectedly, is the first person on the crew with a child. It blows everyone's mind and while there is some screaming and hits aplenty, everyone accepts Luffy's decision and Satoru is now shelved as 'Baby' and 'Luffy's Kid'. It doesn't take long for the latter to become very apt title because for all they lack a shared blood, Satoru seems to, somehow, be very much Luffy's kid.

(Sabo is screaming when he finds out he's an uncle. Is it excitement? Is it disbelief? Or something else? Who knows. But what he does know is that he wants to spoil his new nephew shitless, ditto for Dragon for his new grandson.)

Sukuna, on the other hand, is picked up by Robin who takes ...exception to people shunning/beating a child who physically looks like chimera-ism taken to the extreme. It is ridiculous to forsake a child for something they cannot control- be it for how they look or a consequence of what they ate- and so after Robin breaks their bodies, she decides to take Sukuna away to the Sunny.

They already have Luffy's boy, another lonely child wouldn't hurt. They may even be friends!

Sukugo are absolutely 'friends' in the way that Sanji and Zoro are friends. Well, when they're not 'friends' in the way the Kiddie Trio are. (And when they're older, they add 'One and Only' to their friendship along with a plethora of other titles.)

It takes a while for Sukuna to warm up to the rest of the crew but the one he regards the most after Robin (who he considers the closest thing to a mother he's ever had) is Zoro because 1) swordsmen/women are ridiculous in that world and Sukuna wants to be able to choose what he does and doesn't cut, and 2) he saw Zoro's Asura form. Sanji is a close third because of how he matches Zoro in strength but it's kinda spoiled by how ridiculous he gets around women.

The rest of the crew do sneak their way into his heart as well and, like Satoru, he's eventually known as 'Robin's Boy' and he rather takes pride in that. Well, when he isn't Zoro's student.

[slashingdisneypasta]

I was thinking about your fairytale/cottage idea, and I thought of my own possible Fairytale scenario for the wolves and Y/N if you'd like to hear! This one falls more under the Red Riding Hood category instead of princess, and inspired by how they treated Ricky.

Similar to Red, you travel through the forest for your own reasons. Visiting family, scavenging around. Or you just enjoy spending your own time in the woods. But you have a made little arrangement with the wolves; you bring them food, and they'll leave you alone. Or rather, they won't eat you.

It's hard to pinpoint exactly when and how this deal had been made between the four of you. Maybe you just knew that the dogs would be good to their source of food and prepared for this. But either way, now everytime you go through the woods, you can always expect the trio to show up soon enough. You just roll your eyes at the invaded space, used to it by now as you offer them the contents of your basket and sit with them for a while whenever they invite you to. You were initially surprised at how often they, especially Big Bad, tell you to stay with them while they eat, but now it's become something you look forward to. They may be baddies, but they're pretty nice to hang around, actually ^^

Though lately- or maybe it's always been like this, and you're just really noticing it now. They all seem particularly attached to you. Big Bad and Granny are calling you all kinds of sweet nicknames, and trying to pull you close to either of them- Big Bad throwing a strong arm around you and pulling you to his side, growling when Granny tries to pull you onto his lap. And Kiddy always greets you with a sloppy lick-kiss, and he always sits so close to you, almost cuddling you, regardless of whose arms are around you.

What do you think?

SARAH I LOVE THIS! XD

Like, Y/N's just there thinkin that she's got nice, dangerous, kinda hot wolf-pals when suddenly she's realising these wolf-pals are sortof... treating her like their mate?? Or a potential mate?

Imagine how they each react, noticing you starting to realise this... how you suddenly start to look nervous when Big Bad's arm is around you, and you fluster at Kiddy's kisses, and look all stiff in Granny's lap XD Imagine how Big Bad and Granny exchange dangerous looks, knowing they'll have to do something about this now (Talk to you, officially make you theirs, take you, mark you). How Kiddy starts to kinda follow you around now, electing to go with you on your journeys (Not even with-with you. Literally just trailing behind you, following your scent. Stalking you. He doesn't want to be away from you now- you're basically his mate!). How they start to turn up at your home (You didn't even know they knew where you lived!). How talking about outsiders, people you know but they don't, starts to illicit negative responses (You shouldn't know anyone but them- especially other males).

Eventually your door gets locked and Granny's there in front of it (you cant leave) and Kiddy's breathing heavy with excitement and Big Bad gestures for you to sit down- now. They have something to tell you about, sweetheart~...

[snailsandpuppy-dogtails]

Oh By Gosh By Golly

A Christmas fic? On the 27th of December? *shrugs* It's still December!

Garvez WC: 2935 Ao3 *Exists after S15, but if he never asked her out and she never left the BAU*

“Hey Garcia, you mentioned something about a place with a bunch of lights earlier?” Matt said, by way of greeting, entering the kitchenette. 

His approach, Penelope could tell, while phrased like a statement, was really a question. 

“Yes sir, Candycane Lane. Ohh! You should take the kiddies!” she released her tea, hands flying up, fingers spread, “They’d love it, it’s so fun! There’s little hot chocolate stands and this one house sells churros fresh from their kitchen on a line drawn zeppelin! Another house has a ferris wheel they fill with stuffed animals. And all the lights…It’s just magical!” Matt watched in amusement as Penelope’s eyes gleamed with excitement at the visions surely dancing in her head.

“And it’s pretty local?” he chuckled. “You bet your pretty biceps it is! Most people drive through it, but walking is really the only way to get the full experience.” She said, resuming her tea dressing, “Are you thinking about going? Please tell me you’re going. They’d have a blast!” Scooping up her mug and linking an arm with his, she walked herself to her cave, “You know, Derek, Hank, and I are going. It’s a tradition we started before he met Savannah. She very graciously has allowed us to keep it up and now we take my beautiful godbaby. Really though I think she enjoys the treat of a quiet house around now.”   “Kristy would love that.” He agreed, smiling. Reaching her office door, he slipped his arm from hers. “Ok, Garcia, you’ve convinced me. We might even see you there tonight.” he said, turning to go. Penelope beamed at the prospect of the Simmons clan buzzing joyfully from lawn to lawn, hot chocolate in gloved hands. Just a few more hours of work, then she was off to a winter wonderland with her two favorite boys. And if she was lucky she might even spot a familiar face or six. 

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“Derek, come on! Just find a spot, let’s gooo!” The ex-agent gave her a not-so-withering look, grinning, “Woman, you’re gonna regret having pestered me into parking so far away by the end of the night.” “I’m gonna regret letting you come with Hank and me if we get there so late everyone’s lights are out and the hot chocolate’s cold!” She shot back, wrapping her scarf around her neck and tucking it into her coat, then turning to do the same for Hank while making sure his beanie was pulled over his ears.  Morgan finished eeking them into a spot and killed the ignition. “Fine, but I don’t wanna hear a word later.” Penelope smirked, already hopping out, “Oh, you’ll hear more than one, and you’ll like it.”

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As they approached the first block, Hank’s eyes doubled in size, his tiny fists squeezing even tighter to the two adult hands he was gripping, body vibrating with excitement. There were houses glowing bright blue and frost white, ones that radiated red and gold, there were life-sized animatronics of a kissing Mr. and Mrs. Claus and large wooden hand painted cut-outs of Santa painting toys, and the Peanuts gang singing around the piano lining yards, all lit up with floodlights seasonally serving as spotlights left on the ground. Some were lavishly coated in bulbs, and some were sleek and modern, a neon green strip of “Merry Christmas” hanging from the porch, each house bringing its own special flair, a small representation of what symbolized Christmas for each neighbor. Apart from the displays, the thing Penelope really enjoyed was the people, the feel of togetherness it brought. Neighbors parking chairs in driveways sharing barbecue and stews, a group of ukulele carolers singing their hearts out for the throngs of passers by. A feeling of love and caring and unity and joy. And there was hot chocolate.  

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The trio had made it about three streets in before Penelope finally succumbed to the cold. “Ok, next drink stand we come across, I’m buying. It is freezing!” She said, emphasizing the complaint by squeezing Hank’s hand and playing up a fake shiver.

Hank giggled looking up at her, “Yeah! Burrrr” he mimicked, playing along. Penelope smirked looking from the little Morgan, to Derek, “Hey Hank, tell your daddy I need some hot chocolate.” Derek’s mouth dropped open, eyebrows raising in faux surprise, ready to say something when a voice called from behind them, “Penelope Garcia, that wouldn’t be you I hear, feeding children inappropriate lines would it?”  Derek and Penelope stopped, turning to see who was behind them. Penelope, more than familiar with the voice, was positive she already knew exactly who she was going to find on the other side of her shoulder.  But Morgan was quicker, “Alvez, what are you doing here?” he grinned broadly at the man and extended a hand, tugging him in for a hug. “I’m spending time with my beautiful nieces and nephews, well, Matt’s kids.” he smiled releasing the hug, “Morgan, I didn’t know you were in town.”

The chance meeting took Luke by surprise who thought he’d be helping out a friend, hanging with Matt to keep an extra set of eyes on the brood for a while, he didn’t expect to run across Penelope while out tonight. Penelope who had obviously changed from her work clothes to this more casual and weather appropriate one of flair jeans and black snowflake sweater, peppermint scarf carefully knotted and topped off with a sweeping baby blue wool coat to keep out the chill.     Derek stepped back, one arm wrapping around his baby and the other pulling in Penelope “Here with my Babygirl for our yearly date.” Derek, having his suspicions and hearing the gossip, but never the opportunity to see firsthand, observed every microexpression that flitted over the other man at his actions. The cast of his eyebrows, the tightening of his eyes, and then the downturn of his mouth all arranging for a fraction of a second before sweeping back into his perpetually sunny self. “Savannah's present from me,” Penelope chirped, “I’m here with these two handsome men so she can have a relaxing night of peace and quiet.” A teasing smile spread across her face, jostling Derek with a bump of her hip. 

Luke visibly perked at her voice, shoulders squaring, face lighting up, eyes widening and glossing seemingly sparkling in the light as his pupils dilated. Yep, all the confirmation he needed. “Hey, Morgan! What a nice surprise crossing paths!” Matt wandered up behind Luke, Lily on his shoulders, Rose Mary on his chest, and reached out a hand to shake. “Thanks again for the tip, Garcia, the kids are loving it.” he said looking around, as if by merely mentioning them the missing three should materialize. Penelope wondered if that’s how it worked for Simmons, as with only a slight delay, three miniature animated people came popping out of nowhere. “Hey man, how’s it going? No Kristy tonight?” Derek asked, slapping a hand out to shake. “Not tonight, no, Garcia gave me an excellent idea earlier though,” Matt bent, letting Lily slip off his shoulders to rejoin her siblings, all dancing and shrieking through an impromptu or continued game of tag, Hank joining in. “So I roped Luke here into helping out.” He gave a squeeze to Luke’s shoulder, but winked to Morgan, smiling easily. “How about we all…walk together?”       

Derek, unable to turn it off where his loved ones were concerned, couldn’t help but profile. Yeah, he had his answer within the first 5 seconds of interaction, but he couldn’t help noticing over the hour they’d all been together the way Luke looked at her when she spoke, how he found little ways to touch or brush her, that his focus, though divided, never strayed entirely from Penelope, and he almost never resisted an opportunity to tease and play with her. Something Simmons had obviously noticed too, setting up this little chance outing. 

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With Penelope giddily leading the parade, the group of nine merrily made their way to the house she knew to have sweet pastries delivered by air. Children clamoring busily to spot the contraption, they fell into the end of the line rapidly threatening to wrap around the corner. The four adults talked and caught up while keeping a loose eye on the little ones. There were “ooohs!” and “aaahhs!” as the silver blimp flew, but Derek was more focused on how Luke mindlessly played with Penelope’s scarf and how his cheeks flushed red making eye contact when Derek smirked at him, crossing his arms, thinking,‘Yeah, you bet I know.’       

“INCOMING!” was bellowed down from an open window glowing softly at the top of the hill. Penelope squealed and clapped with joy as the zeppelin sailed down the zipline, their order of piping hot churros dangling from a basket below. Sweet, cinnamony confections distributed, and Penelope’s coat saved from certain ruin by Luke who expertly brushed it clean of crumbs, they pushed on with their adventure taking in the various decorations and entertainment. Watching the way Luke was with her and her being so unaware was painful, to see them interact and play off one another was killing him. Why Penelope didn’t see it (or didn’t want to) he wasn’t sure, but he was going to let her know at least one person did. Waiting until they’d gotten back into a flow, wandering from house to house, Derek fell back holding Penelope with him, friends and children wandering ahead just out of earshot, the ukulele group singing about mommy kissing Santa Claus disrupting anything that might be overheard. Risking an eyebrowed glance to where Luke stood, his breath stilted, still feeling dubious about the whole thing, about her willful ignorance. “Babygirl, you’re tellin’ me you have not given this man one ounce of sugar?” Wrapping her arms around him she pushed up on her tiptoes, beaming with pride, “Not one lovin’ spoonful” No, she would not fall into that trap. Though, truthfully, it was getting harder, he was so sincere and so persistent.   “Mama, why on god’s green earth not?! He is clearly head over heels for you!” It was a genuine question, the night leaving no doubt in his mind, if Luke Alvez was not in love with his girl, he really did retire in time. There was no way Penelope couldn’t see it too,  if it was fear holding her back, he hoped his vote of confidence would help ease that. Jason Battle was a one-off psycho, what he meant when he told her to listen to her gut, was just that, she had told him it felt off, and she turned out to be right. This though he knew was not off, could see it, hell he could feel the electricity between them, she had to as well.   What the heck? “N-no he’s not! Oh my god, we are not talking about this right now!” Penelope, thrown at the suggestion and what seemed to be Morgan’s active enthusiasm for the very not happening situation between her and Luke, became flustered, letting go and bolting for their friends where she stood behind them shoving her hands into her pockets with a scowl on her face. Derek, feeling guilty at having upset her, let her go, giving her space. Maybe he’d overstepped… he only wanted her to be happy, he could see Luke making her happy. He just needed her to see it too. He hoped this would get her thinking about it. When it was so clear to everyone else, he hoped she wouldn’t continue to block out something that could be good for her.  

Penelope reappearing caught Luke’s attention and seeing her frustration, he looked between her and Morgan, hand instinctively coming to her back. She twisted from his touch, but didn’t move away. His hand dropped automatically, but his pinky continued contact, brushing soothing strokes against hers in her coat.

One and a half songs later Derek rejoined them, an apology for getting out of line mumbled in her hair. All forgiven, Penelope fell easily back into his embrace and returned it tenfold, most of the party none the wiser. 

—-------------  Crossing the street, the boys lined up, stern, menacing, and friendly faces ensuring traffic stop at their stop signs. Penelope, chain of children in one hand, cocoa in the other leading the dash giggling behind their own personal guard of bollards. 

It was during one of these dashes, post musical concert, that Luke was caught for the hundredth time staring after her in wonder. Matt, feeling enough games had been played between actual children that night, nudged his shoulder and nodded in her direction, “Go.” Pausing for a beat, Luke looked between his friend and Morgan, whose expressive eyebrows were now most of the way up his forehead in a similar manner. Seeing no way around something so obvious, and hoping to avoid the embarrassment of more encouragement and/or blessings, he flickered a ‘thank you’ smile before trailing close behind her. 

With a shwoop, the small hand was smoothly replaced with a large one, Luke’s warm palm effortlessly slipping into Penelope’s. Her pulse catapulted, Derek’s words fresh in her mind. Feeling the shift in texture and size, his thumb coming to brush the outside of hers, her steps came to a standstill facing him. She looked back for Derek, for Chloe whose hand had been in her own, only to spot the group of children bookended by the imposing figures of current and former FBI agents not so covertly directing the group’s attention to a house with their backs to her. Profilers? Pfft. More like planners.   Luke checked his shoulder as well, a small smile appearing before moving closer, twined arm wrapping high on twined arm, shoulder kissing shoulder, and tugged forward, some redirection of his own. “Mind being my escort?” he asked with his usual sunny lilt.   

Penelope looked back to him, head tilting in question to see Luke nod ahead of them. The way they were facing, they were bound for an icicle archway, rhythmically blinking blue and white drips interspersed between swaths of fir garland calling to them. Her steps started then stopped, faltering with her thoughts,body following through with an automatic ‘yes’ while earlier dilemmas were subconsciously processed for her, then thinking brain not in the know shouting a panicked ‘NO’ giving her pause. Her head swiveled from Morgan to Luke, unsure.  Luke stopped just as quickly, curious eyes scanning her face for clues. “It’s just a tunnel, Penelope, just a sidewalk with some poles.”  Her expression changed to exasperated disbelief, head bobbling as she shot at him sarcastically, “Nice. Romantic. I can’t imagine why you’ve only had the one girlfriend this whole time.” “Hey!” he defended at the dig, but his smile only got bigger, face completely incongruent to someone who’d just been insulted. Romantic? Did that mean she was on the same page? That this, them, they, were something she was open to? With a last look to the group, Penelope rolled her eyes, internal battle seemingly forgotten, and jerked him forward towards the arch, “Oh come on, let’s go.”            Luke ducked under the “Let it snow” sign entering the archway, the pair walking hand in hand wordlessly through the bright tunnel, but as she went to exit, she was tugged back, clasped hands stretching and jerking, Luke frozen in place just at the end, Penelope ricocheting into his solid body where he caught her.

Before she could ask, his head tilted and a finger pointed up, Luke innocently explaining as he looked back down, “Mistletoe, I can’t move until you kiss me, bad luck.”

Penelope wiggled in his hold regaining balance, trying to regain space. Despite his tactile nature this was all very new, as in less than five minutes new, as in she could start freaking out at any minute- new. “And if I refuse?” she asked, trying to infuse some levity and calm her twisting stomach.

Luke frowned, brow furrowing and arms tightening around her. “Guess we’re stuck here.” 

Penelope gawked, the flat of her palm working its way between them to smack his chest “What happened to it’s just a sidewalk?!”

Luke made a show of flinching under the hit, but again, was too busy grinning at her to play it off fully “What happened to being romantic?” 

Sighing, her arms looped around his neck, pulling herself up to face level “Alvez, we’ve really gotta work on your definition of romance.” There was a second where she looked at him, and then fingers laced and lips slowly melded, her eyes slipping closed. She felt the strong beat of his heart on her, his warm, firm lips against hers, and the rough scrape of stubble as the kiss became more forceful. She smelled the smokey burn of wood from chimneys and fire pits in the cold air mixing with the earthy leather of his coat. From the east Mele Kalikimaka rang out clashing with Walking in a Winter Wonderland to the west, a Bing Crosby battle between neighbors that was soon drowned out entirely by whoops and hollers. The pair broke apart to see Matt and Derek loudly applauding and whistling, the kids caught up in their parents joy, joining in the celebration, Penelope and Luke each turning beet red attempting to hide in the other. 

Hank, tugging on Derek’s hand, asked, “Daddy, why’s aunty Penelope kissing that guy?”

Derek laughed, stooping down to answer, “Don’t worry about it baby, but tell you what, you can be the first to tell mamma about it when we call her tonight.”

[shelltasticday]

Halloween headcanons!

● I have the idea that halloween, besides when they go to conventions, is the day when our dearest turtles can go around the city as they please. Perhaps even some days before and a few after, since people would see them and think they're going to a costume party

● I like to think that a halloween night was one of the first (if not the very first) times that the four of them went to the surface to explore

● Maybe Splinter would go with them the first few years, and from then on Raph took on the torch of keeping an eye out for his brothers as they all went around asking for candy

● And I just adore imagining the little tots going hand in hand, as to not lose each other around crowded places, with costumes they made or got some other way

● Group costumes! So many group costumes and even more so after they met April!

● I feel like growing up wouldn't stop them from still going out that night, though even if they don't do group costumes as much anymore, they at least tell each other what theirs is going to be. Because last time they didn't, they all showed up as Lou Jitsu

● And I mean all of them, even April. It's funnier if you think that by that time they already knew Cassandra and find her as Lou Jitsu too

● Raph and Mikey are all in for the candy exclusively, but Leo, Donnie and April are not above a prank or two. They make up quite the trio

● One year they covered all time square with toilet paper, it was a team effort between April's creativity, Leo's strategies and Donnie's chaotic genius. It was the talk around town for a few weeks, it's still brought up every year and people wonder if the same prankster will strike again someday... and they will, they just need to prepare a bit more...

● They don't exactly have a door that kiddies can knock, so I'm thinking that maybe, most likely Raph, carries a big bag of candy now that he's older, and gives a handful to all kids that he sees while on their walk

● Speaking of candy, we know that Splinter would eat the boy's sweets. So I'm pretty sure they all have places where they hide them ever since childhood, and Raph starts guarding the give-out-candy a week prior so the stash is as intact as possible for the big day

● If a store or food place has some special promotion about getting a discount or free stuff if you go in costume, you BET they take advantage of it. Sometimes they even get compliments on how seamless the costumes are

● In other general halloween-y related stuff, I imagine that Leo even if a skeptic, likes watching horror movies, though I have a feeling that he'd enjoy slashers more

● Donnie would only like old school horror movies or very niche ones, because he hates how predictable every jump scare is and specially how dumb the characters are sometimes

● He's a more horror book type of guy, and he is that one person that corrects others each time they refer to Frankenstein's creature as only "Frankenstein"

● Mikey, we know, he's not too fond of ghosts, though he's curious and still watches movies with the rest… behind the safety of a big pillow or Raph

● Raph… I think that he's pretty okay with anything, if it's not about evil toys coming to life, I think he's good. Still would rather watch Coraline, Hocus Pocus, Nightmare Before Christmas and other spooky movies over scary ones

● Okay but, imagine them carving pumpkins

● Raph would do either something Ghostbear related, or, a very tiny kitty face. Leo would try to have his pumpkin be the scariest looking with a big wide toothy grin and all. Donnie uses his tech for it, I think him fully capable of carving his own face and have the flame be purple

● Mikey would have a very artsy one, he'd carve something more intricate, maybe a family portrait, or a character he likes, or like scary looking trees. The only one that uses actual carving tools. Maybe he paints some pumpkins too instead of carving them, idk it just seems he'd have a lot of fun

[panda-of-the-trash]

You can read D&N daycare on my wattpad or @largefound-comics (I'd suggest here because I sometimes forget to update it on Wattpad)

But baisically. Dream and Nightmare run a daycare. Cross works there. And Swap volunteers

It's only open on weekends and its at Dream and Nightmare's house

Cross does live with them (for reasons) so Dream lives in torment all the time because their both pinning for eachother

Everyone else is a child from ages 4 (Core!Frisk) to the age of 10 (Epic and Geno)

Currently I'm working on the woods ark where Fell and Murder Time Trio are in the woods because Fell didn't want to leave after Swap took them on a walk

Ppl can also interact with it (but non have so far)

YO I LOVE THAT

Okay ehm maybe after the staff gets the children safe back from the Woods, either Cross or NM has a little moment™️ because Hey we almost lost dem kiddies a´d the other goes to comfort them and it blossoms from there?

It´s just a suggestion tho, i´d love to hear what you think about it!

[the-official-account]

episode.......25

and so it begins...or ends!

anything can kill a vampire it just has to happen a lot alsdfjal;sdjfasdlfkjas

"what do we have in the way of the tommy gun...ACAB but i'll take it" asdjlfa;sdlfjasf

one of my favorite parts of ttrpgs is the whole "buckle down to fight a boss" bits they're so satafying, the anticipation if palpable

okay the trip threat has been adjusted but in my mine vellum is still for sure looking 👀👀👀😳😳😳

spar is like "Bestie I have one emotionally intelligent braincell on loan from anya...but i'll do my best!!!" (I'm exaggerating, he's pretty savvy but asd;lfas;dlf)

I love how bridge worship's providence and their whole deal is STILL "dont fucking mess with those cards"

"When i don't know what to do I try to think about what makes the people I care about safest" Where's that *gently holds* image when you need it because AAAAWWWWHHHHHHH.

" we could try locking them up?" Spar no asldfja;wdsjf

The dreamy sigh i let out when spar said the whole "I trust you with my life" thing. That's the gayest shit he's said yet, I think.

Okay but all im saying is consider Xbala/Anya/Tatiana. Just consider. Really think on this. the ultimate chaos trio

"It's Xbala"

"Does she have anya with her?"

"yes"

it was establish that anya was standing behind her but my initial mental image was FOR SURE Xbala carrying's anya under one arm dfghsadflhgsfgsld

I feel like spar is trying to hard to exude "man of the house" energy all the time and normally that would work except 80% of people in the podcast see him as a younger brother-ish-situation. But he did good with anya!!!!

I think they should give anya a knife and set her lose though, that's just my opinion

SOMETIMES YOU JUST GOTTA, SEE A LAWYER AND PICK EM IPAS DFA;LDSJFAS BY STUPID DOODLE IS CANNON NOW I HAVE DECIDED.

:O SPAR DON'T BE MEAN TO XBALA!!

"look i had real qualms about manhandling a lawyers" asdfjha;sdjfa;skdfj

"AND ANYAS LIKE i would bite you" QUEEEEEEN SHIT OH MY GOD

OF COURSE FUCKING DIAMOND IS TRYING TO DITCH OUT ON THE FUCKING DEAL. UGH!!! (DEROGATORY!) TOMATO TOMATO TOMATO!

Diamond better not be saying they're going to that meeting.

ipswitch noooo. Ipswitch i like you so much but don't fall for thissss noooo. something sus is like fore SURE going down adn i dunno what it is but i DO NOT trust it

COMMUTES VIA PARKOUR WHILE BLINDFOLDED HE'S SUCHHHH AS FUNNY LITTLE GUY!!!!!! OH MY BGOD

oh my god vellum but as a baby.....wait who is iris? I may not know an iris yet but I am VERY interested in vellum's work friends (in inventing names of one(1) random character for a fic I chose, or all names, naomi...........)

SPAR MAKING MATCHING SHIT FOR HIM AND SOREL IS SO PRECIOUS HOLY FUCK.

what ARE the xbala anya vibes. OMG IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO CONSIDERED THAT SHIP. Ooooh Xbanya is a really good name. Xatianya also??? At some point if you cram enough names together they make one (1) sci-fi russian princess.

Yeha maybe Lunavella's just a GILF. THE CAT/BIRD ENERGY there are layers...there are LAYERS to this yeah as;kldfja;lsjdf

as a listener I had not considered this I would assume the poleaxe was just like. a socially acceptable and sexy addition to an outfit

LALSDFJLSDFHGALKJSFD i was waiting for spar's reaction to the triple threat

I feel like if you're headed to the truth booth in your relatioship it oughta be ending anyway

MERIM I'VE BEEN ABANDONED BY MY DATE NOOOOOO Jakub ditching lunavella for QC is understandable and probably the best strategic but still a bit lame

Luna is sticking with vellum and bc you just KNOW she's a god at that etch-a-sketch. The kiddies in the olde elven kinda garden couldn't HOPE to keep up.

DIAMOND CAN YOU RESPECT EPIPLE'S AUTONOMY FOR FIVE MINUTES?

OOOOH THAT TELEPORTATION IDEA IS RAD

OOOOH THE HOUSING BEING FAKE IS SO GOOD

Do all the pendant work? Did they find a way to manufacturer more? If they can surgery everyone wearing a pendant like giving them diamond's mind control is a massive L but being able to identify that many members is super useful? Also fuck diamond.

"diamond is frozen in time" haha. Bitch.

EEEEEE voracity outing Merim like that aiiiiiint great. VORACITY YOU LEAVE SPAR THE FUCK ALONE. FUCK.

I really hope they get their backup in soon. Ahhh!!!!!

I'm glad to be caught up. My blood pressure will be slightly higher for the next 2 weeks

@threeheartscast

[techycatartist]

Like the peice with Ultra Twister and Viper, I made another peice with a simplified art style, this time featuring the kiddy coasters of Great Adventure, Knoebels, and Dutch Wonderland. I like to imagine that their sleepover is taking place at one of Knoebels’ on-site “cottages”. Joust’s coaster may be the oldest of the trio, but this little guy’s fast asleep— but he’s made sure to keep his sword and shield close by (and is likely sleeping in his usual set of clothes). Kozmo is engrossed by a new “scout’s guidebook” she picked up, so much so that she doesn’t even realize that Lil’ Devil Coaster has taken Joust’s sheild to “get a closer look”. Knowing how protective Joust is of his stuff…LDC better hope he sleeps through it. Featuring my kiddy coaster ocs was an idea I’ve had for a while, but didn’t get to it until this year. It was fun designing color-coordinated sleeping bags for this trio!

[asidesandbsides]

Starts With C, Part 3

David Cassidy - Cherish / All I Wanna Do is Touch You

I think I like the original "Cherish" better, but this version is serviceable. A slight fuzzy sound is distracting on some of the louder parts. The B-Side isn't as good as either one, but it's less fuzzy and still a fun little bop.

Cheap Trick - Ain't That A Shame / ELO Kiddies

I kind of just wish I had the Budokan album. The crowd energy is infectious, and the band does well by Fats Domino. "ELO Kiddies" isn't live, but it's got an excellent groove. Sound quality is pretty good on both sides.

Cher - Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) / Needles and Pins

I didn't know Cher's version was the original, so I learn things every day. I think if I prefer the Nancy Sinatra version, but in fairness this disc is fairly crackly and I'm not sure I got the whole sound. "Needles and Pins" comes through a bit more clearly, and I like it more anyway. But honestly, I don't think either of these is Cher's best work.

Chicago - Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is? / Listen

This record's in good shape. Honestly, I like Side B better, but I don't have a huge emotional investment in Chicago's big hits. "Time" is kind of a silly song, but I appreciate the big baroque intro.

Chicago - Beginnings / Colour My World

Whence the British spelling, Chicago? Anyway, this disc is in pretty good shape too, and "Beginnings" is less silly than that other song with the long title. I am not really on board with the oddly spelled waltz on Side B, but I hear Frank Sinatra was a fan.

Chicago - Saturday In The Park / Alma Mater

Now, I think "Saturday in the Park" might be my favorite Chicago song, but after this trio of discs I might just have to conclude that I don't like Chicago all that much. I honestly don't know what to make of "Alma Mater," but it's not changing my mind.

[victorluvsalice]

Before the trio headed off to the slightly-improved Ohan'ali Beach! I say "slightly improved" because, before they came here today, I popped into the beach in Build Mode and made a few adjustments -- adding a barrel grill over by the picnic area, putting some fancy loungers out on the dock, adding a kiddie pool for any visiting toddlers afraid of the ocean, and applying the Sunny Aspect, Bracing Breezes, and Island Spirits lot traits. Oh, and putting a certain three-legged object in a certain spot...

But THAT was for later. When they first arrived, they had some other activities they wanted to complete --

-->Victor actually did specifically want in-game to cloudgaze with Alice, so I had them plop down on the sand and do that first thing. They seemed to have fun, even if I don't think there were many clouds in the sky! And it's always good to fulfill wants, to avoid that dang "unfulfilled dreams" fear...

-->Smiler, meanwhile, spotted their buddy Nalani and went over to chat for a little bit over the chess board, before joining her to make a nice sand sculpture of a turtle. :) Gotta keep up one of their most important friendships, after all!

-->While Smiler and Nalani built their turtle, Victor moved over to swinging on the swings, while Alice decided to try scavenging for stuff in the sand, instead of just combing it for shells. Unfortunately, all that did was annoy a fellow beach goer. I mean, dude, beyond there being some extra mud kicked up, how can you even tell the difference between werewolf scavenging and normal beach combing? I swear, Sims are so uptight about so many harmless werewolf activities...

-->Determined to have a good time and get away from judgy NPCs, Alice plopped herself in the kiddie pool for a little lounge while Victor went to relax on one of the free towels and Smiler, done with the turtle, took their turn on the swing. Everyone had a nice time chilling for a little bit, just enjoying the sun and sand and whatnot...

-->And then it was time for a swim! Because you can't visit the beach and not take at least a short swim. Alice changed into a more appropriate bathing suit on her own, though I had to direct Victor and Smiler to take off their shirts and shoes (and sunglasses). They hung out in the water for a little bit, splashing each other and chatting a little bit --

And then I got a pop-up in the corner. Saying that Alice had work in an hour.

Yeah, apparently while I wasn't looking, she ran out of vacation days at her job. Well, THAT wasn't going to fly! I sent everyone back to shore, where Alice shook herself off and FINALLY officially quit the Artist career (she really does NOT need that paycheck anymore). Victor, fairly tired, took over a lounger for a nap while Alice went back in the water to do some laps...

[harrison-abbott]

She was all mucked up with caffeine. The kids were screaming about – the 10:30 snack hour. It was amazing that none of the parents had given their children anything healthy to eat; they all had crisps. With all of their chemicals and there was this mass collective crunching from their teeth, munching those factory potatoes down, pumped with all of those toxins to make them addictive. She shouldn’t judge, she thought; it’s not like adults were any different. She sat at her desk; listening to them. A boy was being bullied on the table nearest to her – and he was slowly learning how to sulk, yet wasn’t developed enough yet to make comebacks. And there was a trio of girls who had fallen out; or rather, two of them had turned on one of them, and they wouldn’t speak to her, or she them. This routine happened every few weeks; next week they would make up and be girlfriends again. … And – do you know what the irony was? The project they were studying at the moment was World War II. This was primary school, right – so the kids had projects they’d study throughout the year, such as the rainforest or sex education, and now it was WW2. She found it rather impossible to explain to them aspects of this conflict. The pupils were astonishingly ignorant. None of them (apart from one kid) knew that the Allies won the war, before the project began. They thought the Nazis had won it. It’s not like the children were stupid. They simply had little knowledge of things like history … Apart from this one girl. She always got A grades and the other kiddies disliked her. It didn’t seem to bother her, most of the time: not being popular. Aside from little things. For instance, she used to bring an apple in to the class for these snack breaks. Until her peers teased her relentlessly. And now, she was here today, eating a fat gnarly packet of cheese and onion Walkers crisps. Wolfing them down, just like the rest.

[leam1983]

On Timelessness

It's lunchtime, our little trio's assembled in the cafeteria, and one of the Gen-Z kiddies who practically sweats "I have an active Instagram" stops by our table.

"God, Walter," she tells the big guy, "I love your vests; they're so old-fashioned! It's like you're always cosplaying as a World War Two extra!"

Admittedly, nobody I know wears vests. There was a little window of time in the nineties where wearing an open vest over a tee-shirt was the embodiment of Grunge, but the gist of it is three-piece suits are mostly out-of-fashion, now. Not that Walter's ever cared; that kind of deliberate layering serves as a kind of nonverbal social call in the Sales department. It tells the juniors that he's their figure of authority and tells the dealerships' own guys that he one-ups them in terms of professionalism. It's a nice bit of goalpost-establishing, without a single word. He's one group's figure of assistance, and the other one's watchdog.

Walt smiles. "Thanks, Lizzie!" he replies, not missing the slight dig at him, the giggles in the back from kids who think everyone should follow the latest TikTok fashion guru's advice. "I'm loving this combo too - what is it, exactly? Candy Kid meets Barbie Girl?"

She laughs uneasily, makes quick excuses about needing to rejoin her friends, and leaves us be. Sarah grins behind her coffee cup.

"You should wear your bowler hat more often, hon," she tells Walt. It'd really fuck with their YouTuber-branded minds."

Walt smirks at me. "Would you mind if I borrowed your cane?"

I squeeze his hand over the countertop. "Anytime, big guy."