#bug juice camp

[imstuckin1999]

Who else loved watching Bug Juice?

[melonisopod]

I really hate the villains of season 2 Jungle Juice EXCEPT for the White Witch, that's my wife and I love her.

[bughead-in-the-comics]

Counselor Jughead suddenly misses Betty while he deals with a trio of energetic campers in Bug Juice, Chilling Adventures Presents... Camp Pickens (2023).

[atavist]

Ayahuasca, fortune-tellers, a heroic dog, and more: Inside the race to find four children who survived a plane crash in the Amazon. “Mayday,” issue no. 147, is now available:

Disoriented, Lesly unbuckled her seat belt and wrenched Cristin from her mother’s arms. She used one of the baby’s diapers to stem the flow of blood coming from her head. The smell of fuel filled her nostrils. Debris was scattered everywhere. Lesly saw that Hermán Mendoza and Hernando Murcia were dead, but that Soleiny and Tien were unharmed.

With Cristin in her arms, Lesly led Soleiny and Tien out of the plane. A few yards away, she built a makeshift camp, stringing up a towel and a mosquito net to keep the constant rain and bugs at bay. Then the four children waited to be rescued. Tien kept asking when their mother would wake up. Lesly worried that her brother was too young to grasp the concept of death, so she said she didn’t know.

No one came for them, and Lesly knew it wouldn’t be long before predators arrived, attracted by the bodies. So she gathered a few of Magdalena’s clothes, some farina she found in Mendoza’s bag, and juice, soda, and candy from elsewhere on the plane. She salvaged a few other items that seemed useful: scissors, a first aid kit, diapers, a baby bottle. Then she led her siblings west, using the sun as their guide.

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine learning the Red Hair pirates are superstitious

Shanks: *Grasps your shoulders and leans down to make eye contact* We'll be back in a few days to check out the ruins, to see if it's safe. If it isn't, once it's cleared out, and we've set up camp we'll come back for you. In the meantime, you and the rest of the crew will prepare to restock the ship's stores.

You: *the only civilian member of the crew* Okay, safe journey *gives him a kiss on his forehead*

Shanks: (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) !

Benn: oi oi, what's going on here? How come he gets smooches?

Shanks: don't harass the poor thing, you aren't entitled to their kisses.

You: *chuckles* Do you want a peck on the forehead too Benn?

Benn: Yes please7

Yassop: *raises his hand* I would also like one please.

You: alright, if you would like a kiss goodbye line up and make sure your forehead doesn't taste like sweat.

The entire landing party of thirty dudes: *lines up and patiently waits for their turn*

Benn: hey hey! Shanks, get out of line, you already got one!

Shanks: Yeah, but two kisses would be even better!

Benn: *Once he gets his kiss he drags Shanks off the ship*

Two day later in the camp they've set up

You: *carrying a jug of fresh water into camp*

Lime Juice: There you are, been looking everywhere for you. We're going mushroom hunting.

You: okay

Lime Juice: *stares expectantly at you*

You: uh... happy hunting?

Lime Juice: *takes off his hat, presents his forehead to you and points at it*

Howling Gab: Oh I want one too! *Gets in line*

Lime Juice: It'll probably be the best part of my afternoon, because this trip is gonna blow.

You: *rolls your eyes and gives each of them a kiss goodbye*

Yassop: What are you talking about we're gonna have a great time.

Lime juice: and how's that?

Yassop: Because I'm a fungi!

Howling Gab: You have a fuck load of those loaded and waiting, don't you?

Yassop: *playful teasing* you'll just have to wait and see. Now that ya wimps done getting a kiss goodbye from yer mommy, are you ready to get a move on?

Howling Gab: Says the man that went to them about a nightmare not even two nights back.

Yassop: * hiss through his teeth* You said you wouldn't say anything!

Howling Gab: *shakes his head* you asked me not to say anything to the boys, you didn't specify our friend here. Do you really not want a kiss goodbye? You're gonna regret it.

Yassop: Fuck no, they snog the boss all the time, and who knows where his mouth has been.

You: I did watch him eat a bug earlier on a dare.

Lime Juice: *gags at the thought* alright that's enough of that, let's go, I need a distraction to forget I ever heard that. *Pushes them towards the treeline*

You: * yells after them* Hey wait, before you go have you seen the boss?

Yassop: He went to hunt for big game with Benn and Bonk Punch.

That evening

Howling Gab, Lime Juice, and Yassop: *return to camp with some time later*

Yassop: *being carried because he injured his leg*

You: *smack Hongou who is reading a book next to you and points*

Hongo: What happened!

You: I'll go get the medical bag.

Howling Gab: dumbass got too close to the edge of a sinkhole and fell in.

Monster: *runs over to Hongo crying in panic, and trying to pull him towards the treeline*

Hongo: Sorry bud I can't, I'm busy.

Bonk Punch: *limps out of the forest carrying the bloodied unconscious bodies of Shanks and Benn*

Hongo: Put them over here!

Bonk Punch: These two go lured off a cliff by a kitsune, and I barely got away when it attacked me.

Hongo: un-fucking-believeable.

Lime Juice: Look out! We got company! *Points his weapon at the tree line.*

Kitsune: *bursts through the undergrowth and snarls at all of you*

You: I got the bag!... what the fuck is that thing?

Kitsune: *starting to realize it fucked up*

Howling Gab: Begone thot! *Throws a coconut from a basket and whips it at the canine's head*

Lime Juice: *roars and chases it away and swinging his sword*

Yassop: how the hell did you three lose to that thing?

Bonk Punch: it got the jump on us, what happened to you?

Yassop: fell into a sinkhole, I'll be fine once (y/n) kisses it better.

Hongo: well there'll be no kissing for you, (y/n) is busy helping me stitch these two up.... And we were doing so good, since we laid anchor not a single one of you has been hurt. I was so proud of us because that was something we've never done before.

Yassop: ...you're right, one of us always gets hurt.... And the only people who left camp today that didn't get hurt were Lime and Howl....

Howling Gab: I told you would regret not getting a kiss from em before we left, but no you didn't listen.

You: it's okay, I have time for two kisses *gives a forehead kiss to both Bonk Punch and Yassop before running off to go help Hongo*

Bonk Punch and Yassop: *no longer in pain, and are officially freaked out*

Yassop: The fuck sort of magic is this? *Walks around testing his leg for pain*

The crew: *connect the dots to what's happening and to you *

You: Can all of you stop staring? They both probably got muscle cramps from dehydration that went away because they drank something and got to sit down for a while.

The Crew: *not going to risk it*

Coming Soon

[kiss-theggoat]

Catch me stretching out in the middle of the forest in a patch of grass. Full-on stretching like a cat before just going limp. Because fuck it- we’re in nature- no one out here and the grass is nice.

Jason just stairing and thinking ‘Ma... What the heck is that?’

A/N: Jason my sweet boy 🥹 thanks for the request and I hope you like this!

Sweet Stranger

Jason Voorhees x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Summary: You decided to relax away from the camp you and your friends set up, enjoying the grass and cool breeze. You weren’t aware you had an observer.

TW: Canon typical violence, Stalking, Jason is repressed, Mommy issues

You sighed, listening to your drunk friends yell and cause issues in this peaceful old camp. It was barely 5 PM, and all of them were blacked out already, stumbling on the dock, dangerously close to the water. The dread in your stomach was growing, watching Jen’s feet teeter on the edge, you knew if she fell in, she wouldn’t be okay.

You didn’t want to come in the first place. In all honesty, you were a little sketched out by all of the rumors about this place. Camp Crystal Lake was renowned in your little community, known for its hulking creature that killed any intruder on the property. You stayed sober because of this rumor, and because you didn’t want to be sloppy and embarrassing, like your friends.

The cool damp grass was calling your name as you stared into the distance, away from the chaos and the noise. Your knees cracked as you stood from your low lawn chair, grabbing your flip flops from the dock beneath you, sliding them on as you walked away. No one noticed as you left.

The grass tickled your knees as you strode threw it, leaving dew on your hot skin. The sun was nice, but the lake looked so enticing at this moment, you didn’t want to go over there with your friends. The grass was cooling you down, but not enough to satiate you.

You ran your hand over the blades, the coolness enticing you. When you were far enough away to not hear them anymore, you decided, even though you knew it’d make you itchy, to plop down in the center of the grass. Bugs and all. Finally a moment of peace and relaxation, looking up at the blue sky, white clouds moving past you. You closed your eyes, a deep breath bringing in the sweet scent of the trees and flowers around you.

Unbeknownst to you, the man from the legend was true. And there he stood, large hand braving his body against the large tree he hid behind. What he saw in the clearing by his lake was someone different. Someone who wasn’t partaking in the debauchery, someone respecting and appreciating what his camp had to offer. He heard a squeal, turning to see the source of the noise. A girl being lifted by her juiced up boyfriend, and tossed into his lake. Jason knew you were different. Instead of screaming and drinking and having sex, you lay in the grass, a serene look settled on your face. Jason knew you were like him.

He heard the same comforting voice of his mother, the one that directed him to get rid of the intruders and protect the camp, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to kill you. Your pretty skin shined in the sunlight, sticky with sweat in a way that Jason admired. He had a whole new set of feelings that he’d never felt before deep in his gut, feelings that forced him to ignore his instincts.

‘Jason….get rid of them!’ The hissing voice of his mother rang in his head. He had to pull his eyes off of you to walk towards your friends, machete gripped tight and neck veins bulging with anger.

After a while of laying in the cool grass, you’d noticed a suspicious silence down by the dock. You stood up, concern lining your face as you quickly walked over. You didn’t see any movement, didn’t hear any yelling, nothing. Your flip flop splashed, strange, you’re far from the water. Looking down, to your horror, red surrounded your toes in a menacing pool.

“Oh my god…” you whispered, keeping your head on a swivel, heart pounding and hands trembling. A sloshing sound caused you to whip around, facing the lake. You stood in horror as a huge, muscular man emerged from the water, blood and murkiness flowing down his neck beside the chains that jingled as he walked. You began to back up, too scared to take your eyes off of him. He was easily a foot taller than you, muscles bulging through the tattered army green jacket he wore. The machete he gripped was caked in blood, both old and new, now rinsed with dirty lake water and decorated with a string of some sort of plant. As he completely emerged, his boots slammed into the mud, the mere size of him was enough to make you feel helpless. He was no doubt stronger and faster than you, there was nothing you could do.

“It’s true.” You said quickly, not knowing what to do. You were in shock. “The legend…”

Jason listened to you. There was a legend about him? He stood still, ignoring the nagging from his mother. ‘Jason, take care of it!’ She hissed, getting angrier the longer that he stood still, but he couldn’t kill you. He dropped his machete in the mud, adding to the stains and diseases on that thing. You two stood, staring at each other in silence. His head tilted down as he turned to the side, walking away from you.

You began to feel bad for the man. In the legend, he was just protecting his land, and maybe that’s why he isn’t killing you. You weren’t being obnoxious. Jason’s mother was screaming in his head, calling him a bad boy and making him upset. He frowned behind his mask, feeling like a coward and a failure.

“Wait!” Jason perked up, hearing your pretty voice talk to him. He stopped and slowly turned around. Just seeing you made him feel better. You looked up at him with big eyes, probably making a huge mistake, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

“Don’t go.”

[khaire-traveler]

🌲 Subtle Pan Worship 🌿

Take a walk/hike in nature

Take regular breaks from screens; get some fresh air

Go camping out in nature; focus on the wildlife around you; look at the constellations at night

Learn how to safely forage

Get a candle that reminds you of him (no altar needed)

Keep a picture of him in your wallet

Wear jewelry that reminds you of him

Pick wild flowers; press or dry them

Start a garden; tend to a plant

Decorate your space with vines, leaves, and the like; maybe fairy lights with bugs, flowers, or mushrooms on them

Have imagery of fauns, goats, forests, meadows, pan flutes, sheep, wildflowers, or mountains around

Have a stuffed sheep or goat animal; have a stuffed animal of any forest, meadow, or mountain creatures

When you're anxious or afraid, go to the forest or to nature; spend time outside, and breathe; you will be ok

Learn about local fauna and flora

Collect animal bones from nature (please thank the animal's spirit beforehand); make sure to safely handle them; link to some safety tips when handling fleshy remains

Cook with homegrown herbs or produce

Drink a natural herbal or produce beverage; fruit juice works but has high sugar content, so just be aware in case that's an issue for you

Fall asleep/meditate to the sounds of a forest or general wilderness

Pick up trash in your environment

Support environmental preservation organizations, animal sanctuaries, or animal shelters/rescues

Feed neighborhood dogs, cats, birds, etc.

Volunteer at an animal sanctuary or animal shelter

Go outside of your comfort zone; if you're afraid of doing something, do it scared; it could work out far more beautifully than you ever imagined

Learn how to play panpipes; own panpipes in general

Light a bonfire with friends in the wilderness (SAFELY!!!!); share scary stories, especially those y'all have directly experienced

Plant seeds, especially the fruit of vegetables you've eaten; give it new life

Research coping skills for stress, fear, or anxiety; try some for yourself

Keep a dream journal specifically dedicated to nightmares; try to interpret them; what are they trying to tell you?

Explore the areas nearby you, be it nature or otherwise; acquaint yourself with the unfamiliar

Get comfortable with the concept of the unknown and uncertainty; remind yourself that you need not know everything in order for it to work out in your favor

Address the uncertainties in your life that cause you the most stress; find your own answers; topics like death, the afterlife, the long-term future, etc.

Play with your pets; spend time with them

Keep your pet healthy; feed them good food, take them on regular walks/exercise them, keep them up to date on vaccines, etc.

Do something fun and new with your partner (or alone); try something exciting or scary that you've always wanted to try

Use natural herbs and remedies to address minor health issues, such as stomaches or sore throat

Try urban exploring - the practice of visiting abandoned places, especially those that have been reclaimed by nature

Face your fears; learn to work through them

Recycle; reuse things that don't need to be immediately disposed of; use compost for your garden or nearby plants

Take time to be alone and decompress, especially after a long day

Cook a good meal for someone in need

Cook a good meal for you or your loved ones

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This list still feels pretty short to me, so I'll likely add more in the future. For now, this is my list of discreet ways to worship Pan. I hope this is helpful to someone, and take care! 💚

Link to Subtle Worship Master list

[skepticreadstoa]

The Hidden Oracle: Chapter 12

(My dinner) consisted of hot dogs, potato chips, and a red liquid I was told was bug juice. Top cuisine at Camp Half Blood, I see.

I knew (Austin and Kayla) did not mean to be rude. As my children, they were inherently inclined to the utmost grace. However, their questions were painful reminders of my fallen status. Too bad, lad. I think you're going to be reminded of your human status a lot in this series. And maybe you might even come around to it.

"...If I sit alone at my table, strange things happen. Cracks open in the floor. Zombies crawl out and start roaming around. It’s a mood disorder. I can’t control it. That’s what I told Chiron.” “And is it true?” I asked. Nico smiled thinly. “I have a note from my doctor.” Will raised his hand. “I’m his doctor.” “Chiron decided it wasn’t worth arguing about,” Nico said. “As long as I sit at a table with other people, like…oh, these guys for instance…the zombies stay away. Everybody’s happier.” Will nodded serenely. “It’s the strangest thing. Not that Nico would ever misuse his powers to get what he wants.” “Of course not,” Nico agreed. Of course this is some type of thing Nico would do, he's gone through enough bollocks to last him countless lifetimes.

“Where are the…others?” I asked Will. I wanted to say the A-List, but I thought that might be taken the wrong way. Wise move, for once, Lester.

(Of course, the hologram was only three inches tall, but even in real life Leo was not much more imposing.) Leo made the Valdezinator for you, and you just roast him like that? That's why you're mortal now, no respect.

"...I could not think of myself as their father. A father should do more—a father should give more to his children than he takes. I have to admit that this was a novel idea for me. It made me feel even worse than before." Well, he's starting to get there...

[milfweirdal]

(sawing noises) (drill noises) (hammering noises) (wrenching noises) (funky ascending then descending guitar riff) Nothing ever (ever) happens in this town, feeling low down (down) not a lot to do around here, I thought that I would go right out of my mind until a friend told me THE NEWS. He said "(hey!) You know that vacant lot? Right beside the gas station? Well, somebody bought it and on the spot they're gonna build a shop where we can go buy bolts, AND SCREWS." Since then I've been walking on air (air), I can barely brush my teeth or comb my hair 'cause I'm so excited and I really don't care, I've been waiting since LAST JUNE for this day to finally arrive, I'm so happy (happy) now just to be alive 'cause any minute now I'm gonna be inside, well, I hope they oPEN SOON. I can't wait, no, I can't wait (oh when) When are they gonna open up that door? I'm goin' (yes I'm goin) I'mma goin' to the (hard) We're really goin' to the (really gonna) (hard) (going to the) goin' to the goin' to the, (hard) oh yes (hard) I'm goin' (TO) to the HARDWARE STOOOORE! (sawing noises) (drill noises) (hammering noises) (wrenching noises) (funky ascending guitar riff) (frenetic lead guitar) In my sleeping bag I camped out overnight right in front of the store, then as soon as it was light out I pressed my nose right up against the glass - you know I had to be first IN LINE. Gonna get me a flashlight and a broom, want a pair of pliers for every single room of my house, see those hacksaws? Very, very soon, one of them will be ALL MINE. Guys with nametags walking down the aisles, rows of garden hoses that go on for miles and miles, brand new socket wrenches in a plethora of styles, all arranged alphaBETICALLY. And they're doing a promotional stunt, there's a great big purple sign out front that says every 27th customer will get a ball peen HAMMER FREE! I can't wait, no, I can't wait (oh when) When are they gonna open up that door? I'm goin' (yes I'm goin) I'mma goin' to the (hard) We're really goin' to the (really gonna) (hard) (going to the) goin' to the goin' to the, (hard) oh yes (hard) I'm goin' (HARD) to the HARDWARE STOOOORE! I'm goin' (yes I'm goin) I'mma goin' to the (hard) We're really goin' to the (really gonna) (hard) (going to the) goin' to the goin' to the, (hard) oh yes (hard) I'm goin' (HARD) to the HARDWARE STOOOORE! (short instrumental interlude) (passionate sigh) would you look at all that stuff...? They've got allen wrenches gerbil feeders toilet seats electric heaters trash compactors juice extractor shower rods and water meters walkie-talkies copper wires safety goggles radial tires BB pellets rubber mallets fans and dehumidifiers picture hangers paper cutters waffle irons window shutters paint removers window louvres masking tape and plastic gutters kitchen faucets folding tables weather stripping jumper cables hooks and tackle grout and spackle power foggers spoons and ladles pesticides for fumigation high-performance lubrication metal roofing water proofing multi-purpose insulation air compressors brass connectors wrecking chisels smoke detectors tire gauges hamster cages thermostats and bug deflectors trailer hitch demagnetizers automatic circumcisers tennis rackets angle brackets Duracells and Energizers soffit panels circuit brakers vacuum cleaners coffee makers calculators generators matching salt and pepper shakers. I can't wait, no, I can't wait (oh when) When are they gonna open up that door? (really gonna) (hard) (going to the) goin' to the goin' to the, (hard) oh yes (hard) I'm goin' (HARD) to the HARDWARE STOOOORE! I'm goin' (yes I'm goin) I'mma goin' to the (hard) We're really goin' to the (really gonna) (hard) (going to the) goin' to the goin' to the, (hard) oh yes (hard) I'm goin' (HARD) to the HARDWARE STOOOORE! (angelic chorus) (really gonna) (hard) (going to the) goin' to the goin' to the, (hard) oh yes (hard) I'm goin' (HARD) to the HAAAAARDWARE STOOOOOOOORE (sawing noises) (drill noises) (hammering noises) (wrenching noises) (funky ascending guitar riff) (even more frenetic lead guitar)

[heathenpoetry]

i made a little opinion questionnaire! put in the brackets whatever you want (ex: yes, no, your opinion elaborated, et c.)

monkeys [] crab rangoon [] mayonnaise [] snow [] camping [] bugs [] freckles [] the zoo [] mustard [] grape juice [] soda [] puppets [] clown [] the ocean [] dogs [] cats [] rodents [] reptiles [] beef jerky []

anyone may do this! have fun!

[everettswritings]

may I please request regressor s’more cookie headcanons? :3

Of course! By the way, I love your profile picture. Burnt Cheese Cookie supremacy! Anyways, I hope this is good and can be seen as accurate because I don’t really know much about his character. (Side note: SFW only, anybody with NSFW intent please leave)

Since he’s so laid back I’d like to imagine he’s one of those super calm littles who’s just vibing. He’ll just sip on his juice box and color in his coloring book without a care in the world!

Regresses to the age range of 3-5. I don’t know why, but that just sounds right

All of his stuffies are forest critters. Squirrels, deer, bears, you name it!

You know those play-tent things? Those tents for kids that they usually play in? He has one of those.

If he vanishes don’t worry! He’s probably asleep in the aforementioned play-tent. There are actually quite a few instances of him being found napping in there

Whenever he’s regressed while camping he’ll play with sticks and rocks, I mostly say this because it’s what I do.(projection hours, gamers!)

Sometimes he’ll also just lay on the grass and watch the bugs do their thing, maybe even the larger animals as well.

I guess the main take away is that he’s just a little guy, he’s just baby. Teeny, tiny baby. No care

I guess that’s it! Like I said, I don’t know much about him; but I hope you enjoyed this nonetheless! To be honest I never expected to find this niche where I write Cookie Run age regression stuff, but I’m glad I did find this niche because it’s super fun to write for y’all and I enjoy every moment of it! Y’all don’t know how happy it makes me to see how much you enjoy my works, and I hope y’all will continue to enjoy my works. Have a good one, I love y’all 🫶

[burnwater13]

Grogu wished the Mandalorian had made him an offer like that. Whatever he wanted? To help with a little rescue plan? Sure. He wanted all the frogs on Sorgan, a pile of snacks so large he could use them like a couch. And… a co-pilot’s seat in the Razor Crest. 

Dang. That’s right. The Razor Crest was gone by then. Fine. Whatever. He wanted a more comfortable bag to ride around in when his dad didn’t want to let him out of his sight.

Of course, Din Djarin hadn’t been talking to Grogu. He’d been talking to Bo-Katan Kryze. The lady who had been Mand’alor, more or less, for a little while at least, according to her. Grogu didn’t know or care to understand how you became Mand’alor simply because you had access to an ancient Jedi weapon. That seemed pretty far fetched to him. 

He’d asked his dad about that, but Din Djarin had just shrugged. The Darksaber was not a weapon he’d ever been told about and the Tribe didn’t really care who had it or how they got it because that wasn’t how they thought people became Mand’alor. Of course, he also didn’t offer up any information on how the Tribe thought people became Mand’alor. For all Grogu knew they played Smash Ball for the title or Spill the Pins. No worries about his dad becoming Mand’alor then. 

Grogu didn’t really want his dad to be Mand’alor anyway. How would they go galavanting… uh… er… traveling around the galaxy, teaching Grogu the finer points of bounty hunting, if his dad was stuck on Mand’alor trying to rule Mandalorians? As far as Grogu could tell, ruling Mandalorians seemed a lot like trying to round up Loth cats. Sure, you could do it, but why? Unless you really liked being scratched? That was a big ‘No’ from Grogu. Managing his one Mandalorian was tricky enough. 

Sure, Grogu was grateful that Bo-Katan, Cara, Fennec, and Boba Fett had helped his dad rescue him. He really was. Then Luke had shown up and taken care of the rest of the heavy lifting, which was nice. But the next thing he knew he was stuck at Luke’s Jedi Sleep Away Camp and was being forced (no pun intended) to go through Jedi youngling bootcamp all over again. He hadn’t really enjoyed it the first time and at least then he had Ian and his other friends with him and good food to eat. 

Thank goodness he was back with his dad and Din Djarin had been telling him all about the things that had happened while they were apart, including the bit about offering to help Bo-Katan retrieve the darksaber and kill Moff Gideon. Yup. She wanted him brought in cold, the permanent kind of cold. And Grogu’s dad had agreed. Grogu had been shocked… for about five seconds.

Grogu couldn’t argue with the fact that he was glad that Din Djarin was willing to do anything for him. That made him feel special and very loved, even when his dad was explaining it so long after the fact. But, it also reminded him of all the little things the Mandalorian got upset about when Grogu was just being himself. 

Sure, no one likes to have the juice from pickled frogs spilled into their boots. Yes, the smell does linger. But why was Din Djarin so sure it was from the frog juice? Then there was the time that Grogu left the Sleep Away Camp with R2-D2 to go get chicken nuggets, because Luke liked ration packs so much he made the Mandalorian seem like a passing fan of the stuff. When Grogu was relating just a little bit of that story to his dad, well, let’s just say that if looks could melt beskar, Grogu would be working his tail off as a bounty hunter’s apprentice to replace the Mandalorian’s helmet. 

Grogu also hadn’t cared for all the work it took to keep all the bugs out of their cabin on Nevarro. They didn’t all taste good to him and he was rarely the person who left the front door open anyway (he preferred a quick exit out the window). His dad’s rationale was he was closer to the floor and therefore had a better angle on the bugs. Those things were true, but using that as an excuse for never wrangling biting fire bugs was not really fair. Wasn’t that why Mandalorians carried blasters? 

No matter. Grogu was glad he was with his dad and knew that his dad was glad to have him around. Grogu was handy. You know, magic handy. And Din Djarin definitely needed someone like that in his life, which is all Grogu really wanted.

[buckys-little-belle]

Do you thing Bub and Bug would have play dates together once they get settled into their relationships with Steve and Bucky? Maybe Bug would show Bub a bunch of cool facts about bugs and flowers and Bub would color pictures and make flower crowns for Bug? They’re just so cute and sweet that my brain just supplies nothing but fluffy thoughts for them. I love them so much 🥹

I’m just going to do a few head-cannons for now, because I do want to write a full fic of this when the right time comes!

Bub definitely brings a bunch of her colouring books, the original my little pony one, and a few new ones Bucky got her. She gives a page to Bug and he immediately starts listing off the different plant names and facts of the ones on his page. Getting a crayon that’s “Fern Green” and going on a little rant about the different ferns and how “Fern Green” is too broad a term for one shade of green.

Bug and Steve definitely bring a set of matching Pins for everyone, maybe a pin representing both Bucky and Steve, the shield in the colour way of Bucky’s new arm. (Black and Gold.) Bub putting the pin on her backpack, starting a collection of pins Bug gives her.

When Buck and Steve take the two littles to the park, it’s of course a crazy adventure, Bug running off to pick some wild flowers, Bub finding the swings immediately. Steve begins to get frustrated at Bug for picking flowers for no reason, but Bub steps in immediately. Pulling out all summer camp/craft skills she has. Creating flower crowns for the two of them. The two crowns as close to matching as possible.

The two littles definitely play dolls, both of them playing different storylines at the same time. Bug’s doll owns a museum/library, and talks in a botched british accent, because “The owl in animal crossing looks British Stevie, so I’m British too.” Bub playing ‘store’ instead, selling fake plants, and every doll shoe she can get her hands on. The two of them fighting over footwear, Bub insisting money, while Bug explains capitalism as best he can.

Bub and Bug definitely like different movies, though they both agree on the movie ‘Epic’, it has enough greenery for Bub, and enough adventure for Bug, the two of them holding each other close when it get’s scary, hiding behind pillows and each other when needed.

Sleepovers definitely also happen, the two are inseparable, sleeping side by side in the same bed, sharing stuffies and silly stories about their caregivers. Steve and Bucky sitting downstairs enjoying their quite time as their littles get up to no good on their own upstairs. Their super soldier hearing coming in handy when things go wrong.

Bub definitely makes her and Bug friendship bracelets, the beads random, but each one picked for a reason, whether it be the colour, shape, size, or sparkle level, it was chosen for a reason. The two of them definitely always wear them, never taking them off, except for in bath-time, because Bub didn’t take hers off once and it fell off, the bath filled with bubbles and her and Bucky unable to find it. She was so scared it would go down the drain, which it almost did, so she made Bug pinky promise to never wear his in the bath.

They definitely convince Bucky and Steve to buy silly things all the time. New juice box flavours, fun gummy snacks, random toys on the ends of aisles, everything, and they have such cute faces, how could Bucky and Steve say no?

Bug and Bub always get each other socks for their birthdays and christmas, they save up their own money and head to the stores, buying a fun pair of socks each time, always getting the colour and print right somehow. They just know their best friend well, always picking the right thing.

They also share toys like crazy, to the point Bucky and Steve have to put labels on the toys so they know who’s is who’s. Bug ended up with an entire collection of Littlest Pet Shops he didn’t have before, and Bug ended up having an entire set of lego star wars figures, something she also didn’t have before.

Basically they are two peas in a pod, and two menaces in the Avengers inner circle. The two of them together was basically a caution sign, in the best way possible.

[talesfromlove]

brothers' reaction to... → mc getting sick

lucifer —

a sigh and a remark of how you need to take better care of yourself but he still tries to take care of you in between work

brings you soup, tea, juice, anything you need that will help you

he asks diavolo to order some human world medicine as he isn't sure how you'll handle devildom medicine

comes in with ice packs, hot water bottles, tissues, etc.

insists you get plenty of rest

assures you that you don't have to worry about missing your classes and that diavolo also insists that you take time to get better

runs a bath for you to help soothe your aching body

he cuddles and comforts you when you ask

when you get irritable, he offers to give you space and asks if you need anything else

overall just very caring, even if he's a little stern. but he's just worried

mammon —

"you humans are so helpless, you get sick so easily"

"but don't worry, the Great Mammon will take care of ya!"

pretends he's bothered and annoyed but he's actually super worried and sad you're sick

fluffing your pillows, tucking you in tightly, feeding you himself even though you're perfectly capable

constantly asking how you're feeling

checking your temperature every 10 seconds

watches movies and cuddles with you

talks about how as your first, he deserves to take care of you

snaps at his bros if they try to bother you

he really does care and wants you to get better because he likes to see you happy and healthy

leviathan —

panics and worries about you because he's used to demon colds and not human ones so he assumes the worst until you reassure him it's nothing serious

instantly camps out in your room and brings all his anime, manga, movies and games to help distract you

looks up recipes from your favorite anime so he can make the food for you to cheer you up

has medicine, cough drops, and vitamin gummies

totally would absolutely cosplay as a nurse if you asked, but he'll be super shy and flustered about it

(nurse joy cosplay when)

satan —

looks up all sorts of remedies to see which ones help you best

also cooks for you

finds a really good tea recipe and brews it for you

sits at your bedside and lays with you

sometimes he reads to you

sneaks in a cat or two so they can cuddle with you

takes the time to ask more about the human body and wants to learn how different you are from demons

kicks anyone out of your room — especially lucifer — if they try to bug you

collects all the schoolwork you missed out on and helps you finish them so you don't fall behind

asmodeus —

immediately busts into the room with washcloths, pain killers, eye masks and nail polish

he can't cook, but he will order in your favorites

has you rest a hot towel over your eyes so they're not sore from the congestion in your sinuses

when you're not using that, he has you put on an eye mask

does your nails to comfort you

puts your hair up in a ponytail or bun so it's not in your face

absolutely runs a bath for you with his favorite soaps and bath salts

he even lets you use his bathtub

cuddles with you

helps you feel better with online shopping and telling you how cute you'd look in certain clothes

gossips with you and just tries his best to lift your spirits

beelzebub —

his immediate instinct is to bring food like everyone else, but he goes overboard and brings in loads of it

is super saddened when your appetite is smaller than usual but still helps you eat

brings you sports drinks and water

absolutely a cuddle monster. you need a crowbar to pry him off of you

worries about you but he knows you'll be okay

double checking your temperature

wraps you in a blanket burrito

watches movies and shows with you

a super sweetie who just wants you to feel better

belphegor —

drops into your bed and cuddles you

you two end up napping a lot

soothing bubble baths with more cuddling

brings you stuff if you need it

lets you use his cow pillow if you want to

always in demon form so when you cuddle, his tail wraps around your leg comfortingly

checking to make sure you're not too warm

blanket nests are a must

doesn't complain at all because it gives you the excuse to cuddle him all day

makes lucifer mad that he skips out on his responsibilities but that's a bonus for him

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[carterashofficial]

Things that have happened in my BG3 play through (headcanons and actual things) with my bard Tavi, full name Octavia. This is mostly Act 1 nonsense

-her flute is less a flute and more shitty-elementary-school-recorder but somehow she can make it sound good (and she can passably play just about any instrument)

-Tavi’s ‘flute’ is made of metal and she absolutely has brained people with it before. Sometimes she plays Scratch’s belly like a drum and the dog is just so happy b/c belly rub. She thinks she’s a terrible singer but she’s actually pretty good. Her old boss wouldn’t let her sing or be in the spotlight b/c boss thought Tavi wasn’t pretty enough (cheek scar from a tussle as a teen)

-Tavi is always tapping out a beat with her feet or hands. Laezel threatens to cut them off if she doesn’t stop. this does not stop Tavi.

-Scratch decides his sleeping place is curled up with Tavi, preferably inside the sleeping bag with her. Multiple times she’s found a bone down by her feet b/c Someone wanted to protect it (and then Withers is on a rampage b/c the dog stole one of his tibia again)

-Astarion accidentally kills her via using Tavi as his personal juice box. Scratch sits beside her (friend is sleeping!) until Gale realizes she’s bloodless and he is absolutely heartbroken for poor Scratch b/c second friend in as many days died. so Gale revives Tavi (also: he might have a crush on her but sshhh)

-She wakes up to Scratch 3 inches from her face and he immediately drops a disgusting leather ball next to her head and begins licking her face b/c he’s so happy she finally woke up! Must have been a good sleep. Astarion is now on her shit list. Gale is on her “I sorta trust you” list.+

-Tavi and Karlach have a tap dancing competition which ends with Wyll showing them both up. Both Laezel and Astarion pretend it’s the dumbest thing ever but are secretly watching.

-Halsin accidentally scared Scratch while in Bear Form and doesn’t know how to explain to the dog that he sometimes turns into a bear b/c then the dog will think all bears are friends. His new strategy is to hide a new bone in camp for Scratch so the dog’s distracted. Withers goes on a rampage b/c again. his tibia. and now a rib. its insulting

-Tavi grew up an urchin in Baldur’s Gate and never had books of her own so Gale watches her read anything she can get her hands on and is definitely completely catching feels (she may be reading the books aloud to the kids at the grove). Except he is anything but normal about it and gets down on one knee and presses her hand against his chest so she can feel the curse. Ya know. As normal well-adjusted people do who haven’t been in a tower without contact from the outside world. Very normal.

-Scratch "I brought you a present! It made me think of you" and proceeds to drop a dead frog in front of Laezel. She's flattered. this furry creature hunted down vermin to show her that he is a useful member of the group.

-Tavi gets eaten alive by mosquitos/bugs the first night in camp and is miserable. She looks like she's got some contagious plague b/c there's spots all over her.

-Gale is the only one who calls her 'Octavia' in private b/c he's just Like That. Sometimes he says it while looking very serious and Tavi certainly Feels A Way about that. and he calls her Octavia while showing her how to do magic, and since their minds/souls are entwined, he feels her Reaction to that, she realizes he felt her emotions, so Tavi is bright red in the face while he stammers out that her thinking of him like that is a Surprise (but a welcome one). She can barely look him in the eye, while he can't look away from her.

-The group completely misses the fact that Gale and Tavi have an undercurrent of Something going on between them b/c Laezel and Shadowheart's rivalry is The Subject of Gossip (Astarion is taking bets on how long until they hate-fuck). Wyll and Karlach have taken bets. Halsin wants nothing to do with it.

-Tavi and Gale fall into the 'white people in a horror movie' category and are 10/10 trusting of Auntie Ethel. Tavi never had a maternal figure in her life, but read a lot of books with them. Auntie Ethel being overbearing reminds Gale of his mother. The rest of the group thinks Ether is Sus. Tavi and Gale think she's a lovely lady who can help them with the tadpole problem up (how can anyone evil live in such an adorable cottage?)

-Gale is absolutely enchanted with all the imperfect mortal things Tavi does. Like being sweaty in Grymforge. the wrinkles around her eyes when she squints in the sun. tangles in her hair. the scar on her cheek and how she doesn't always look enticing and takes a good half-hour to wake up in the morning. He'd forgotten how imperfection can be perfection in its own way. He doesn't feel like an inadequate mortal like he did with Mystra.

-Tavi absolutely adores children and plays hide-n-seek with the tiefling kids in the camp. Laezel 100% joins in b/c she thinks its to teach them tracking and hunting skills. Wyll and Karlach are terrible at hiding (on purpose) and help the younger kids look for the others. Gale is pulled into the game by Tavi and he whispers in her ear "you've made me hide, don't make me come seek you" and Tavi, who has never been on the receiving end of flirts like that, is left speechless b/c how do you even react to that.

[resa-cindre]

creature comfort (1/?)

((aka, the fanfic bug bit while i was scrambling for a camp nanowrimo project whoops? there shall be a heavy dose of introspection and the faintest amount of plot))

People like comparing Buck to a dog.

Usually if there’s specifics dropped, it’s a Golden Retriever—floppy haired, with soulful eyes and a big heart. Full of boundless energy, friendly curiosity, and infallible cheer. Depending on who’s doing the comparing and how much teasing is wrapped up in the words, he laughs along or just ignores the dig.

Hen says it fondly when he brings a box of good cookies from a new bakery to work and he can’t stop lighting up with satisfaction each time someone bites into one and groans happily.

Chim says it on a laugh after Buck comes out of the showers shaking his head to try and make his hair dry faster.

Athena says it one evening that Bobby persuades him to come over for dinner and he walks into their house spouting facts about snails. She shakes her head as she says it, but she doesn’t attempt to hide her smile. Bobby agrees, ruffling Buck’s hair just like he is a dog.

Eddie watches him bounding around his backyard with Christopher and Denny one afternoon and says, “You really are just a human Golden Retriever, aren’t you?”

The game takes a pause when Chris can’t stop giggling at that. Buck herds the kids to the porch where a pitcher of juice and Eddie are waiting, and he leans on the railing, grinning up at Eddie. “What—affectionate, loyal, good with people? Yeah, sounds about right.”

“Nah. Big, dumb, and pretty.”

Buck gasps dramatically, locking eyes with Chris. “Eddie,” he says slowly, “did you call me pretty?”

“That’s what you’re taking from that?”