#uncle stinky comic

[sennamaticart]

A cover I made for a new Zine! I rushed to get the zine finished before the Detroit Zine Fest, which is today! Hopefully ill get to trade some copies with other zine artists! (and put my extra copies up in my shop!)

[bygonescaspercomic]

Does Fatso dress in drag, like in the movie?

On special occasions! XD

- Spooki 🖤

[urwendii]

Serie: Mai Mae & Ossë roadtrip in middle earth Part 5/ ?

Taglist: @helenvader @cilil

[link to be added to the taglist]

"If I may-"

"You may not."

"This attitude isn't going to help you right now." Maedhros sighed with exasperation as he readjusted his grip on the slick dark rock of the cave they found themselves in. Mairon on his part rolled his eyes, all arrogance and stubbornness still preserved through many iterations of unmaking and one final merciful healing.

"I don't need your help thank you very much."

"Because you're a scary powerful independent Maia?" The Elda replied blandly. Ossë had let them on their own today — favouring for once efficiency as he had made his way with Uinen and Salmar to the sea of Nurnen. Cleansing day.

"Yes."

This time he rolled his eyes.

They had been tasked to hunt Shelob, still prowling the area — Maedhros had heard back then in the Halls, that Mairon, well Þauron, had kept a spawn of Ungoliant as a convenient backyard pet. Peculiar (and terrible) tastes aside, this partnership had been more successful than the one between his former Master and the dreadful giant spider that had killed the Trees.

Still, the situation now was both comical — for so many reasons, most of them very dear to Maedhros — and annoying. Finally Mairon gave him a contemplative look, one Maedhros knew all too well.

"But if you could land me...a hand"

There he goes.

With a long suffering sigh, Maedhros forced the impulsive urge — one that even ages in the Halls hadn't really smoother down — to reach for his sword and carve a rude Taliska insult on the Maia's skin. Instead he said,

"Those are getting old."

"You're right. And regarding this situation, I shouldn't keep you at arm's length."

Penitence and redemption Manwë had said. As if being stuck in a stinky dark cave with the former Úmaia and his terrible sense of humour was not punishment enough. It was tiring enough that Maedhros almost reconsidered the Halls for eternity. Almost. He glared at the other redhead though, silver eyes shooting daggers, trying to come closer without slipping on the sticky web covering every surface of that accursed place.

"Mairon."

"Nelyafinwë."

Today was one of these days then. He wondered which of Mairon's moods where the worst to bear as company. The Sulking ones where it seemed the Maia would collapse under the weight of his self loathing, the angry ones when he couldn't process his emotions properly or the childish one when everything was opportunity for sarcastic humour.

The first two ones where familiar to Maedhros — the shared similarities had been pointed out by Estë once and Maedhros had cried for three days straight before trying to lie down on her hill and pull a Míriel which had sent his extended family (the ones around at least) into such a frantic meltdown he had apologised for worrying them (and being melodramatic according to Finno. As if he could talk.)

Anyway.

He refocused on the present situation, letting the warm feeling of Valinor and Findekáno fade in the background of his mind.

"You're still stuck in Shelob's web."

Pointing out the obvious. Mairon made an agreement sound.

"By my own will."

Maedhros felt his patience ran thin — and he was the patient one in the cursed House of Fëanor, you had to when you were the oldest siblings of not only 6 younger siblings, but all of your cousins (and one uncle) as well. — and figured out the best way to handle Mairon when in this particularly annoying mood, was to treat him as he had his younger siblings when they'd be particularly nonsensical (back when they had been kids. The tax fraud/kingdom overthrow/royal kidnapping/global murder lifestyle could not be handled with a simple Talk Down. He had tried.)

"Well in your own words, once upon a time. Hang in there."

And with this, he turned around.

[marine-indie-gal]

Even though Halloween may have already been over but eh, Nothing can stop Anybody from still drawing some Spooky-themed Media. Here are my personal interpretations of Casper and his Uncles (Stretch, Stinkie, and Fatso) in my own Artstyle while also giving each of them their own Clothing based on the 1920s era (I even gave Casper a Young Sailor Boy outfit in case if you're all curious).

Casper The Friendly Ghost (c) Joe Oriolo, Seymour Reit, and Harvey Comics

[sirgiant-blog-blog]

Six miles.

My brother, Bob, and I would ride our bicycles six miles to get to this pond.

It was somewhere in Massapequa. I think.

It’s been so long ago.

But I remember the distance.

Six miles.

It was a badge of honor, of sorts, to casually bring it up in a conversation.

Casually, because we were told it was rude to brag.

It felt like we were WAY in the ”country.”

By the way, I never really knew WHY we would say “in the country” anytime we were ANYWHERE but in the city.

But Massapequa felt like the country. It wasn’t really any different than North Merrick but they had this park.

And they had this POND!

Bob and I ordered some fishing poles and fishing gear from the back of a comic book.

When the package arrived in the mail we discovered it had REAL minnows packed in shrink wrap.

BOY, did THEY STINK!

So we took our fishing poles and stinky minnows on our bicycles and we rode SIX MILES!

We couldn’t wait to cast our lines into the pond.

We waited. Did a lot of unnecessary reeling (it was just fun, I guess). But we caught no fish.

Bob was the smart one. He was two years older than me so I followed his lead. Cast and reel, cast and reel, cast and reel.

Still, nothing.

No casual bragging was going to come from THIS fishing trip.

Fast forward 50 years.

I visited this pond with my 30 year old son. We stood there for a moment watching these children feed the ducks and the Canadian Geese.

I told him about my fishing trip with Uncle Bob. I told him about the stinky minnows. I told him about the persistent reeling.

And then, in a Barney Fife kind of delivery, I mentioned… no, I CASUALLY mentioned, the six miles.

I painted this digitally using Procreate with the dry brush.

[jerimystoltzcreations]

August 27, 2022 (Happy Birthday to Me) The Creative Multiverse presents: #AuGhost #AuGhost2022 Day 27 (Stretch) Stretch is a character created by The Harvey Entertainment Company debuting in the cartoon "Fright From Wrong" (1956), the leader of the Trio , Casper's uncle and older brother to Fatso and Stinkie, After his debut he made numerous appearances across diferent media, including Comics, Tv series and movies, he is one of the most recognizable Casper characters. #CreativeMultiverse #Casper #Stretch #art #artwork #artistofinstagram #artist #artistforhire #Custom #create #drawing #drawingaday #draweveryday #illustration #pencil #sketch #ink #colordrawing #fabercastell #copic #twitchstreamer #blickartmaterials https://www.instagram.com/p/ChykZxtMLRG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[romioneficfest]

Theirs and Ours

Title: Theirs and Ours

Prompt: Day 4 - post-war, kitchen, doll, Ron catches Hermione in a moment of self doubt

Author: 

Summary: Who knew babysitting 4 kids would make Hermione doubt herself and the future of the Weasley-Granger household?

Rating: G

CW: mentions of pregnancy

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The house was a mess. It always was after they had one of the kids over, but today there had been four. Through a comically coincidental series of events, Ron and Hermione had somehow found themselves watching two of Bill and Fleur’s three children, along with Fred the second, and their godson James, all in the same afternoon.

Hermione loved the children, of course, but she didn’t have the same boundless energy and youthful enthusiasm that made Ron everyone’s favorite uncle. And looking after four of them at once made her very glad that Ron had assured her he had no interest in a brood the size of his parents’. She was already nervous enough about the one they were expecting.

It would have been faster to wash the dishes left behind from lunch with magic, but the warmth of the water and the rhythmic scrubbing of doing it the muggle way helped slow Hermione’s racing mind as she replayed the afternoon in her head. Ginny had dropped James off first, on her way to the Daily Prophet to give an interview on the upcoming Quidditch World Cup. He and Fred had been their scheduled charges for the day, and George arrived with him soon after. Then Fleur had burst through the Floo with Victoire and Louis, so distraught about Dominique falling from her toy broom and having to be taken to St. Mungo’s that she explained what had happened in French. Fortunately, Hermione knew enough to get by, and she had sent Fleur on her way to catch up with Bill at the hospital, promising their care of the two blonde-haired children.

Four kids.

Ron had taken it all in stride, of course. He entertained the kids, helped Hermione fix lunch, changed several very stinky diapers of James’ without even blinking...all of it came so naturally to him. Hermione was exhausted even on her best days, the early effects of pregnancy frequently taking their toll. So after spending the day chasing four kids around the house, it was a wonder she was even still standing, really.

She set the last plate in the rack to dry and turned off the water. Ron sauntered into the kitchen then, looking no worse for the wear as he tossed a doll onto the dining table and then poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice. “Victoire left that here, remind me to grab it when we head to the Burrow tomorrow.”

Hermione picked it up, toying with the doll’s hair. “Sure thing.”

Ron leaned back against the counter and cocked an eyebrow at her as she sat down, still holding their niece’s doll. “You okay? Want to go have a kip? I know it was a lot today.”

Hermione shook her head. “No, that’s alright. I’m fine. Let’s order in tonight, though, yeah?”

“Whatever you want.” Ron sat down beside her and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. He waited a moment and then put his hand over hers, stilling her motions. She knew he could tell something was bothering her but was trying not to press her.

“How do you do it?” she asked softly.

“Do what?”

“It’s so easy for you, with the kids.”

Ron shrugged, trying to play it off. “Sometimes.” When she didn’t say anything else, he added, “It’ll be different with ours.”

Hermione scoffed. “So everyone says.”

“I mean, the good and bad. It’ll all be different. It’s easy to be the fun uncle, hosting tea parties and teaching them to ride a broom. Doesn’t necessarily mean I’ll be a good dad.”

“Yes, you will,” Hermione said firmly. “Me, on the other hand…”

“Hermione—“

“Ron, I wasn’t good with kids when I was a kid. Some might have even called me a nightmare.” She nudged him playfully with her shoulder, and Ron chuckled as he wrapped his arm around her.

“What kind of bloody idiot would do that?” he teased in return. “Look,” he continued, turning serious, “the truth is that I don’t know if it’ll be easier for you with our baby.”

There was nothing comforting about his statement, aside from its honesty. She had heard the same platitude repeatedly—from her mum, Molly, Fleur, Ginny, everyone: wait until it’s yours. Hermione desperately wanted to believe them, but it was just so difficult to fathom. She didn’t take to the many Weasley children the way the others had, didn’t instinctively know how to hold them, or what to do when they cried. Truthfully, she was just waiting for them all to start attending Hogwarts so that at least she would be the go-to resource for homework help. She wasn’t sure what she really had to offer, until then.

“What I do know,” Ron went on, pulling her attention back to him. “Is that we’re doing this together. We’ll be a team, like always.”

Hermione leaned into his side with a content sigh. Ron always knew the right thing to say to her, and she was grateful for his support. “Thank you,” she whispered, tilting her head up to kiss his cheek before resting against his shoulder. Her eyelids were starting to feel heavy, and she thought it might be nice to lie down for a bit, after all. “Maybe we should go have that kip,” she murmured around a yawn. “While we still can, before the baby comes.”

She felt Ron’s lips against her hair as his hand drifted down to her stomach, which was just barely starting to bulge. “I promise to let you have all the naps you need. Even when she comes.”

Hermione lifted her head to look at him curiously. “She?” They weren’t meant to find out for several weeks yet what they were having, and they had only referred to the baby in generic terms so far.

Ron shrugged again and gave her the lopsided smile she could never resist. “Just a feeling.” He stood up and pulled her to her feet. “C’mon. There’s a couch and a blanket in the other room with your name on it.”

[friday-iam-in-love]

Casper as a dark mystery TV show. 

After her mother's passing, Kat Harvey (Rachel Hilson) moves with her father, parapsychologist Dr. James Harvey (Idris Elba), to a quiet town in southern Maine. James' fascination with the supernatural - and the frustrated and desperate attempt to contact with his late wife, Amelia (Kerry Washington) - takes father and daughter to their new home: the Whipstaff Manor. The site was built nearly two centuries ago by the Whipstaff family and passed from generation to generation until it reached scientist Dr. John Thomas McFadden (Jude Law). For many years, the McFadden family found a home in that huge mansion, but after a terrible snowstorm, the scientist's son, the young prodigy Casper (Thimothée Chalamet), disappeared never to be found again. The boy was presumed dead. Citizens are surprised and furious when Dr. McFadden is accused of killing his own son. Although there was no evidence of the crime, the city never believed in John Thomas McFadden's innocence.

In the present day, Kat is impressed by the richness of her home: the very old and dusty furniture of gold-plated wood, crystal chandeliers and oil paintings that must be worth a fortune. One of the paintings shows a handsome young man who, at the time he was portrayed, must have been about the same age as Kat. The real estate agent then tells them the sad story of the McFadden family and shows Kat and her father where the young Casper would be buried at the Whipstaff Graveyard.

Life in the mansion becomes hell when doors start to lock themselves, objects change places, lights start to flash and a chilling laughter echoes through the long corridors.

Murder, magic, curses, love, revange and friendship come together in this electrifying retelling of classic Harvey Comics story.

Starring:

Thimothée Chalamet as Casper McFadden, son of scientist Dr. J. T. McFadden who died mysteriously after a snowstorm. One hundred years after the event, his tormented soul still inhabits his old home. Seeking information about what would have happened to him, Casper joins Kat to finally discover the truth: who killed Casper McFadden?

Rachel Hilson as Kathleen “Kat” Harvey, a young woman who has just lost her mother and moves to the Whipstaff Manor with her father. Her skepticism about the supernatural disappears when she finds out that her new home is haunted. Seeking justice for her new friend, Casper, and trying not to be plagued by vengeful spirits, Kat will do anything to help those she loves.

Steve Carell as Shepherd “Stretch” McFadden, John Thomas McFadden's older brother and Casper's uncle. In life, Shepherd was obsessed with the family's power and fortune. After his violent death, little has changed.

Jack Black as Forsythe “Fatso” McFadden, the second brother, Forsythe was a prominent businessman who was engaged. On his wedding night, in one of the rooms at Whipstaff Manor, Forsythe wakes up to find that he is dead and his wife ran away with a large amount of gold coins that he kept under his mattress.

Sacha Baron Cohen as Sergei “Stinky” McFadden, the third brother, Sergei only loved two things: playing tricks and his younger brother, John Thomas. After an argument between John and Sergei over a practical joke that went wrong, John leaves home to meet with his fiancé. Claiming that John forgot about his family because of a woman, Sergei turns his beloved brother into his main enemy.

Idris Elba as James Harvey, a scholar of the supernatural, James found several signs that he should move to Whipstaff Manor after his wife's death. Years of study came in handy when he found out that his new home was indeed haunted. Hopeful, James tries everything to communicate with his love and wonders why Amelia has not returned as a ghost yet. 

Elle Fanning as Wendelyn “Wendy” Bradshaw, the young witch moved in with her aunts when her parents were killed. During her studies, she receives a magical call, almost like a beacon, emanating from a mansion in Maine. Sensing that someone needs help, Wendy sets out to find out what kind of curse engulfs Whipstaff Manor and how to break it.

Cate Blanchett as Gertrude “Gert” Bradshaw, Wendy's older aunt, Gert is the leader of her coven. Extremely smart and demanding, Gert begins to worry when her magic begins to falter. When she finds out that her niece has fled to visit the Whipstaff Manor, Gert worries that an old secret surrounding the mansion's curse will surface.

Angela Bassett as Gabrielle “Gabby” Bradshaw, Gert’s middle sister and Wendy’s aunt, Gabby knows the history of the Whipstaff Manor and how dangerous the place is, after all, she was there when the curse was casted.

Sandra Oh as Fenicia “Fanny” Bradshaw, Gert's younger sister and Wendy’s aunt, Fanny keeps a big secret: a purse of gold coins that she stole from her former husband almost a hundred years ago. She remembers that night very well. While her husband slept, she felt something moving under the mattress. Crouching down to see what it was, she found something much more disturbing than gold coins.

Jimmy Smits as Desmond Spellman, the most powerful wizard in the world knows an age-old prophecy: when a human, a ghost and a witch come together, they’ll cause the end of the world.

Eva Green as Carrigan Crittenden, a greedy businesswoman is willing to die to get her hands on the McFadden family's long-lost fortune. When a widowed man is the new owner of the infamous Whipstaff Manor, Carrigan uses her charm to get closer to that place and be able to discover secrets from it.

Cameron Monaghan as Nathan “Hot Stuff” Apollyon, a charming newcomer approaches Kat Harvey with his devilish good-looks and quick-witted humor. Kat knows that Nathan keeps some secret that he doesn't want to reveal and Casper doesn't like it at all when that acquaintance returns to the city after a hundred years. Someone sold their soul to the devil and he came to collect it.

Kerry Washington as Amelia Harvey, Dr. James Harvey's late wife and Kat's mother can still be of great help to her daughter and her friends, almost like a guardian angel.

Jude Law as John Thomas McFadden, scientist and father of Casper McFadden. The youngest son of renowned tycoon Isiah McFadden is in for a big surprise when his father dies and leaves the entire family fortune - including Whipstaff Manor - only for him and his son, Casper. His older brothers Shepherd, Forsythe and Sergei would like to understand why.

Joaquin Phoenix as Kibosh, the evil spirit, an ancient entity as old as the universe, that feeds on violence and gains strength from death. The mighty Kibosh will be released when an ancient prophecy is fulfilled and it will bring the end of all things.

[twilighthomunculus]

How abt Shingo? or Hojo rin?

<3 <3 <3 Hello!!! Thank you <3 <3 <3 <3

my two murder hobos, how I love them so

So Shingo, my stinky rat man. First impressions where honestly the same as everyone else "evil man, evil, I hate. but hey at least that eurobeat intensifies meme comes from his race. and now,,,well,,,,, :)

Favorite moment-Sayuki's snot nosed Shingo comment in the extra stage. Idk if its different subbed but I think about it sometimes

Idea for a story- As some of you hopefully know, prologue mechaAU Night Kids were once a team(more than a team) but broke up after a devastating loss caused a rift in their ideologies. Rn I've been trying to figure out how write or show off them getting through their differences and rediscovering their passion as a certain junker reminds them of what they once were but I don't like to write too often and comics take too long for me to stay interested in finishing them. Will probably do a single page piece, Might just commission a drabble at this point but my ventures in the fanfiction world is limited.

Unpopular opinion-The only opinions I've seen of him are HATE or hehe stinky rat man so idk what to say here

Favorite relationship-I mean Takeshin is otp, but I also really enjoy the idea of He, Mako, and Sayuki all being a chaos trio in high school getting into racing with each other and being that lesbian/pure of heart, dumb of ass dynamic

Favorite headcanon-lets seeeee I mean I've got so many HCs for him, especially AU version, where I could probably pull a WattPad original movie, give him a different name, and make him my own OC but i will not. Some favorites include-He owns pet rats, his wound from his race v Takumi never heals properly, trans shingo, he does graphic art sometimes(designed the team logo and half of his tattoos in AU ver).

Now for Rin, gonna be a little short cause unfortunately there's not as much

First impression- stinky old man(derogatory)

Impression now- stinky old man(affectionate) ah yes the 20 y/o calling the 30 y/o old man, classic

Favorite moment-Shinigami Race(derogatory) dude I laughed out loud with this one because I'm a sick bastard ig, but its the only race I remember from 5th stage, and the only one I feel gives the same amount of characterization to the race as the ones from 1st and 2nd stage i need to read the manga

Idea for a story- Still working on White Comet v Grim Reaper, in which I'm rewriting the backstory to be Rin, Kaori, Ryosuke, and Fumihiro were once a team until a mech designed by Ryosuke failed killing Kaori and damaging Rin to the point where he's an angry cyborg now

Unpopular opinion- hard to have unpopular opinions on the guy when I know only ~4 other people in the english speaking fandom who actively have opinions on him

Favorite relationship- Him being a cursed uncle to Shinji is the best one, him having cartoonishly unbridled hatred for Ryosuke is also fun.

Favorite headcanon(s)- He was kinda a jerk older brother in a Rodrick Hefley kind of way and he's also the one who started the goth/punk boy trend for Gou(and eventually Shinji), he's the embodiment of wrath for a more less light hearted HC

[sennamaticart]

He's been waiting for over an hour!

[bygonescaspercomic]

Bygones: Casper The Friendly Ghost Fan Comic

(Bygones is a fan made creative project and claims no ownership of the properties portrayed)

Bygones Cover

Page 15 - Previous

Page 16 - You Are Here

Page 17 - [Coming Soon]

~Spooki 🖤

[multifandom-world8]

SECRET OBSESSION-CHAPTER 5

We had a few more days in London before we fly to San Diego for the comic con.

Henry texted me that he wants to take me to breakfast and that whenever I’m ready he’s waiting at the lobby.

I put on a wintry outfit since and it was a bit chilly outside and left my room.

“Good morning love” Henry smiled when he saw me “good morning” I smile and kiss his cheek.

He took me to a restaurant called

‘Victory garden cafe’, it was style like an old Greek place, vintage.

“Good morning and welcome Mr.cavill and Ms.heard follow me”

The hostess said as she gestured us to follow her causing me to frown

“I’m a regular here” Henry shrugged

and I chuckled.

After we both ordered our food we shared some experiences from past movies we filmed.

That is until my dog sitter called

“Oh I've gif to take that one in sorry” I quickly apologized to Henry Henry before I picked up

“Lea, is everything alright?” I asked her

“She has stomach aches y/n what do I do?” Lea asked me in a panicked tone

“Okay give her the special dog food and rub her belly until it passes, she’s joining me soon tell her that she’ll calm down” I instructed her “okay I’ll keep you updated on her condition” Lea said before she hung up.

“You have a dog?” Henry asked me

“Yes, a Siberian husky, her name is Isabel but I call her Izzy all the time” I smile as I show him a picture of me and her that’s also my Lock Screen.

“She’s so beautiful, almost as big as my dog” Henry chuckled

“Yeah Kal is HUGE” I chuckled too

“He’s coming to San Diego too, maybe they’ll keep each other company” henry suggested

“Sounds good but can your dog sitter handle both of them? Because I won’t have mine” I chuckled

“Yeah that’s no problem” Henry shrugged.

We both enjoyed an amazing breakfast before we went to have a little tour. Henry was here before so he took me to all of the beautiful and time-worthy places.

Back at the hotel, I thanked him for the amazing tour and we had dinner together too before going to sleep.

The next few days we spent by interviewing local news and signing autographs before we finally headed to San Diego for the comic con.

I was beyond excited to fly to San Diego, not only because it’s my first time there, but also because it’s my first comic con.

When we landed at the airport I saw Lea with Isabel, my dog,

And immediately ran to her, not caring than I just abandoned Henry with my suitcase.

“Oh I missed you so much” I hugged Isabel tight While she licked my face “did she behave?”

I asked lea

“She was amazing as usual. But she got a stomach ache again on the way here so I stopped giving her her sweets for a while” Lea said as she handed me Isabel’s bag

“Thank you so much, Lea, enjoy your vacation” I hugged her and when we broke she ran to her gate to catch her flight.

“She’s so cute” Henry said once he catches up to us

“Omg hen I’m so sorry I abandoned you with my stuff” I apologize

“It’s alright I would’ve done the same for Kal” Henry chuckled

“Well then you’d have to kiss your suitcase goodbye because not all of us have crazy muscles as you do”

Isabel licked my face again before she ran and started jumping on Henry, trying to get to his face

“Traitor” I muttered and Henry chuckled “she’s so cute” he said as let go of the suitcases and bent down to pet her.

Seeing Henry so sweet and caring with Isabel made my heart swell with happiness.

I no longer saw him as Henry that was had a dark side, but Henry the giant softy.

This time henry and I decided to share a room at the hotel with princess and Kal.

Kal was waiting for us at the lobby with Henry’s dog sitter and surprisingly, Isabel liked him immediately too.

The two just jumped around each other excitedly.

“They are so adorable!” Gal said as she joined Henry and I

“Just like their owners” Jason smirked

“Oh shush you” I blushed deeply.

Jason, gal and Henry kept talking about something while I noticed Ben glaring at me from the reception area.

“Hen I’ll be right back, keep an eye on her for me?” “Is everything okay?” He asked me “yeah yeah just need to talk to Ben for a second” I reassured him before I handed him Isabel’s leash.

“Okay, what’s with the glares? You’ve been giving me the stinky eye ever since we left London” I asked Ben

“Is everything a game to you?” He spat

“What are you talking about?” I frowned

“Did you use me to get a reaction from him? Huh? I thought you said he was mean to you and had a thing with amy” Ben growled

“Woah take a chill pill man. I was not using you, we went out for a drink, I thought it was a friendly hangout. And he wasn’t mean on purpose amy was blackmailing him” I explained even though I didn’t think I had to justify my actions to him.

“You’re lying. Amy may be crazy but she would never do such a thing” Ben scoffed

“she’s a class a psycho ben, You know what if you don’t believe me ask Henry I’m fed up with all of these accusations” I told him angrily before I stormed off back to henry.

“Hey what’s wrong?” Henry asked me once he noticed my angry expression

“I’m not in the mood to talk about it” I said as I felt tears threatening to fall.

I took my room key and went up to the room with Isabel and hugged her as I cried.

I guess I cried so hard because I didn’t hear Henry walk in until I felt Kal licking my cheek.

“Y/n please tell me what’s wrong”

Henry said as he sat next to me on the floor

“I’m so fed up with all the criticism” I sobbed

“What did Ben tell you?” Henry asked, a hit of anger in his tone

“He thought I was using him to provoke you, that I’m a liar” I whimpered.

Henry pulled me into a hug and brushed my hair with hands softly

“I’ll talk to him later, you’re amazing y/n, you saved me from Amy, I don’t know what I would do without you” he muttered and I felt myself smiling as I lean into him more.

“Thank you hen, I needed it”

“No problem love” he kissed my head.

We stayed like this a little more until it was time to get ready for an interview we had with all of the cast(except for Amy thank goodness).

I was seated between Henry and Jason, making me feel like a complete short ass next to these two giants.

“Guys welcome! So nice to see you all together. Are you feeling like a proper family?” Jamie, the interviewer asked us

“It’s like a family reunion every time you know” Ray chuckled

“So, like if you were a family, who’s got the worst habit?” Jamie asked

“I think Ezra” I said “I chew my nails a lot, and it’s apparently bad for your nails in a long term, is it really bad or is y/n just messing with me again?” Ezra asked

“I don’t think” Gal shook her head

“Jason has a habit of taking our clothes off all the time” Ben said and Jason raised his hand proudly while saying guilty making us all laugh

“Henry in this film has a habit of being dead so you’re gonna see him” ray shrugged “yeah I’m the dead uncle” “that’s right ” ray chuckled

“It’s nice to see the ghostly figure. Spotting some nice facial fluff” Jamie said, referring to Henry’s mustache

“He had it before” I said “really?”

“Yeah” Henry chuckled

“Well I wanted to talk to you about something and it’s beardy Batman” Jamie said as he looked at Ben

“Beardy Batman, yes. At the beginning of the movie you get to see bearded Batman which we haven’t done on screen before and uh I thought it was kind of cool and just so you know they added in the white streaks in the beard, those were not present before” Ben explained

“Well obviously with all of you in together you get to see your very cool costumes, was there any costume envy?” Jamie asked

“I was jealous of Gal’s costume because Unlike mine hers is not tight” I said causing her to laugh

“I could barely breath in it”

“Yeah I was kind of envious of ray because he didn’t have a costume” Ben said “I had an onesie, I was calm cool and collected. I did have a muscle suit that I wore sometimes with like the hoodie and sweatpants and I got the feel of what it's like to be them on a certain level. But I envy their costume because they actually exist you know?” Ray smiled

“What’s the costume like at the end of the day?” Jamie asked

“Sweaty” Ben and I said at the same time

“Smells like a foot” Ezra added

“Yeah even mine” ray chuckled

“Costume people on this movie earned their money” Ben said

“Re you guys ready for the world of the dc family? A few of us have done a few of these films now. They’re absolutely obsessed aren’t they?” Jamie asked

“Passionate for sure, I wouldn’t say obsessive but we all are we love our characters” I said and everyone nodded in agreement

“You’re doing these movies knowing there’s going to be expectations from the fans, they’re going to pay a lot of attention to the details and everything that comes out to the internet,even the minor nonsense turns into a big story” Ben explained

“Gal you tweeted yesterday and already have 46,000 likes “ Jamie said

“How much?” She gasped with a smile

“46,000 likes” Jamie said again

“look at her- how many likes?” I asked as I intimated Gal’s voice

Causing everyone to laugh

“I think that the fact that people care so much about these characters is pretty amazing because I think that there is this amazing device of universe that we can tell stories with and so many people are interested in hearing what we have to say. It’s an amazing thing and it’s not to be taken for granted and this is the reason why we keep on making these movies...because people care so much” Gal told Jamie

“Okay thank you guys so much for coming, it was fun” Jamie said and the interview was over.

Henry and I returned to the hotel to have dinner together before we headed to bed.

“You were quiet today during the interview” I told Henry “well most of the questions were not directed to me so but I did talk” Henry shrugged

“It was fun to be with all of the crew” I smiled

“I’m glad you had fun love, now rest up, we had a long day” Henry kissed my head before he turned off the light and we fell asleep.

A/n-I’m opening a tag list for my stories, comment if you’re interested to be in it!💕

[arofili]

Reunions and/or Take Me Instead with Maedhros, Fingon and Gil-Galad/other adoptees?

(I was going to go the angstiest possible route with this but the only context I could think of would’ve taken a thousand words just in setup so I scrapped it and did this instead, lol. Have some probably-unrealistic tooth-rottingly-fluffy Russingon kidfic!)

55. Reunions || 64. Take Me Instead

“Atya!” Gil-galad cried, his little face lighting up as he saw his father striding down the hall. Heedless of proper princely etiquette, he rushed forward and barrelled into Maedhros, grabbing tight at his legs and beaming up at his (very, very) tall father.

Maedhros’ face split into a grin. His son barely reached his waist (they joked he got his height from Fingon’s side of the family, when in reality he got everything from Fingon’s aunt, his birth mother) but he’d grown a few inches since Maedhros had seen him last. Back then he was level with his thighs; now he could reach up to tickle Maedhros’ stomach as his other father was so fond of doing to him.

“Stop that,” Maedhros scolded gently, swatting Gil’s hands away. It wasn’t as if he could feel it beneath his armor, but Gil thought it was hilarious when he pretended to be overcome with fits of giggles. There was no one else, not even Fingon, who could make Maedhros laugh like that.

“Where’s your adar?” he asked, scooping Gil up into his arms.

“Dunno!” Gil shrugged. “Atya, put me on your shoulders?”

Maedhros couldn’t say no, though he worried Gil’s head would brush the ceiling if he did so. “Don’t you think you’re tall enough?” he asked even as he lifted Gil up and settled him on his shoulders.

Gil immediately clapped his hands over Maedhros’ eyes. “Nope!” he exclaimed. “When I’m as tall as you, then I’ll be tall enough!”

“I don’t know,” Maedhros said thoughtfully, squinting through the little gaps between Gil’s fingers and carefully making his way forward. “Your adar is awfully short...what if you only get to his height?”

“But you’re tall, and you’re my Atya,” Gil pointed out. Maedhros sighed: Gil was still too young to really understand the truth of his heritage, even should they explain it to him.

“I suppose,” he said instead of something damning. “And your Uncle Turukáno, your adar’s brother is nearly as tall as I am.”

Gil snorted, moving his hands so they wrapped around Maedhros’ neck. His chin rested on Maedhros’ head, and he felt Gil’s jaw move as he protested, “No way!”

“It’s true,” Maedhros said solemnly, glancing up to see his son staring down at him. “You’ve never met him, but he’s almost as scary as I am.”

Gil scoffed. In the early days, when he’d grown comfortable with Fingon but had just barely met Maedhros, he’d been terrified of him. It broke Maedhros’ heart to see this little child so afraid, flinching back like he was a monster (and you are, some treacherous part of himself whispered, the part that was easier to ignore when Finno and Gil were around), especially when Fingon clearly adored him so and wanted Maedhros to love him too...

Maedhros’ love wasn’t the problem, but his scarred and broken face. In time Gil had come to love him, too—his exuberant welcome and his ease atop Maedhros’ shoulders was proof enough of that—but he still remembered how scary Maedhros had been. Gil probably still thought he was hideous, but good for scaring away real monsters. At least, that’s what Maedhros hoped.

“Who’s scarier than you are?” Fingon asked, rounding the corner. His eyes shone with a joyous light to behold his husband and his son smiling together, and the tenderness in his smile made Maedhros’ chest warm.

“Turno,” Maedhros said. “Don’t you agree?”

“Hmmm...” Fingon made a show of considering, even as Gil-galad wriggled and demanded to get down. Maedhros crouched so Fingon could lift him off his shoulders.

At last Fingon tapped Gil’s nose. “You know what, I think your atya’s right,” he pronounced. “My brother is scarier—if only because he’s so scarily boring!”

“Atya isn’t boring!” Gil agreed. “Atya fights dragons all day and builds castles out of ice and breathes fire into Stinky Man’s face!”

Maedhros winced: “Stinky Man” was Fingon’s playful name for Þauron in Gil’s bedtime stories, where he was a much more comic villain prone to tripping and falling off mountains or wearing false mustaches that get ripped off by a brave Adanic warrior, exposing him as a spy. It took the sting out of the worst of Maedhros’ memories of his torment, which was half the point, but he couldn’t help but wish he was half as valiant as the fiery hero in Gil’s stories.

“And I’m nearly as boring as Uncle Turno,” Fingon sighed. “What do I do but send you off to your nursemaids and write letters to people who hate me?”

“You tell him stories,” Maedhros offered. “You’re always there to tuck him into bed while I’m far away in the east. You give him kisses—”

“Ewww,” Gil groaned, only for both his fathers to descend upon him and kiss him until he squirmed out of Fingon’s hold and ran away.

Before Fingon could chase after him, Maedhros stopped him and took the opportunity to kiss his husband thoroughly on the lips. Fingon gasped and leaned into him, but pulled away all too quickly.

“Not now, love,” he murmured, but the way his eyes shone and the gold in his hair gleamed in the torchlight was all Maedhros could ever ask for.

“Gross,” Gil-galad shouted, then darted around the corner.

“Gil, come back!” Fingon laughed. “We’re going to have dinner as a family, with Haru too, and then I’ll give you a bath—”

“No baths! I hate taking baths!” Gil whined, even as Maedhros strode ahead, catching up quickly thanks to his long legs, and grabbed him firmly by the hand.

“I’ll take you to the baths no matter what, you dirty little elfling!” Fingon scolded. “I know you visited the stables earlier today; I can smell the horse on you!”

“Take me instead, if Gil doesn’t want to,” Maedhros offered, winking at his husband. “I’ve been riding for days, I’m sure I stink worse than Gil does.”

“Not as bad as Stinky Man,” Fingon quipped, but a fire smoldered in his eyes as he brushed Maedhros’ shoulder. I plan on taking you more than just to the baths, he whispered across their bond. It’s been far too long.

Maedhros shivered with anticipation. I look forward to it, he replied.

“How about we talk Haru into bathing you instead?” Maedhros proposed.

Gil considered this. “Only if it’s his bath,” he decided. “It’s huge, like a swimming pool!”

“You have the best ideas, Russo!” Fingon exclaimed. How long do you think we could convince my father to handle him?

Long enough for whatever you’re planning, Maedhros replied, and knew that while he certainly was not the luckiest elf in Beleriand, he was the most blessed when it came to this, his perfect little family.

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - “Gotham Comic Con”

The Joker and his girlfriend decided to attend “Gotham Comic Con” this year dressed as The Batman and Cat Woman. It took Y/N some time to convince her boyfriend but here they are about to have fun and nothing could spoil the event. Right?...

“Oh my God, this is awesome!” you giggle entering the venue designated for the yearly special event “Gotham Comic-Con” dressed as Cat Woman.

The Joker is right behind you sporting The Batman outfit and he flexes his knees a few times, growling.

“What’s wrong?” you ask although you have a clue because J’s been complaining about since he got off the van parked on Lot B5.

“I hate these stretchy pants! I don’t know how that asshole does it!”

“You’re the one that insisted to come as Batsy,” you reveal point out the truth. “You could have been anyone else.”

“Like who?”

“Cinderella,” you elbow him and your boyfriend is not a huge fan of the concept.

“Why??!!”

“The drama, obviously,” you keep walking alongside him and he’s definitely ready to blow at your insinuation when you gasp. ”Baby, I think that’s Bane!” you gesture towards a massive individual flaunting a Sub-Zero costume.

“How can you tell?” The Joker squints his eyes and the bubbly Y/N has to say it:

“I would recognize his physique anywhere! Plus, he still has the scar between his eyes,” you pucker your lips and The King mumbles a bunch of PG 13 rated things regarding his business partner.

Why?

Last week they got into a brawling and almost killed each other.

The reason?

Y/N.

The Joker believes that Bane always flirts with you (which he does since he likes to refer to you as “a breath of fresh air”); stuff escalated until you had to break it up: J ended up with a busted lip, Bane with a cut between his eyes due to The Clown trying to stab him in the head and you ended up with an inflated ego.

“Hello Mister B.,” you tap the pile of muscles and he turns around to see who’s bothering him.

“Y/N!” he excitedly exclaims, immediately unhappy at the sight of his business partner. “Joker…” the low tone greets.

“Bane…” J sneers.

“What are you two doing here?” Bane inquires.

“Having fun; I finally convinced him we should do this and mingle for once. No better way to spend the day,” the bubbly comment pleases your conversation partner. “So we dressed up and here we are.”

“I must say you’re like a breath of fresh air,” Bane admires your skin tight costume and stilettos which prompts The Joker’s disapproval:

“If you want fresh air, go outside!”

“Make me!”

Oh no! Not again!

“Are you here alone?” you change the subject and distract them from getting into a fight. Not that you wouldn’t enjoy it, but… too many witnesses at the packed Comic Con, it could end up in a total disaster.

“With my niece and nephew. I lost them for a second and I’m searching the premises; they can’t be far,” Bane reports. “Which reminds me: I should get going and find them otherwise my sister will go ballistic. I’ll see you later, Y/N,” he acknowledges you and ignores your man.

“Bye Mister B.,” The Queen snickers at the evident teasing.

“Just her, huh?” The Joker grumbles. “What about me? Did you forget we have a meeting next week???”

“Too bad and super sad: I’m not talking to you!” Bane’s attitude emerges.

“I certainly could care less because I’m not talking to you either!” The King strikes back.

“Then what are we going to do?” Sub-Zero’s better judgement brings up a good argument.

“Y/N will translate!” J proudly states.

Oh no! Not again!

That means they will snarl and make weird noises and you’ll have to guess what it means; an absolutely excruciating task that even a breath of fresh air can’t accomplish without losing it.

Maybe you should let them kill each other. 

“Fine!” Bane decides and distances himself from the couple while the Joker shouts since he has to have the last word:

“Fine!”

“Mister Batman?” the 5 years old dressed as a hobbit shily tugs on J’s cape.

“Hm?” the fake vigilante looks down. The little boy suddenly sneezes and wipes his nose with the fabric as the mad man is less than lenient at someone ruining the outfit replica he paid a fortune to have.

“Goddamn…” and he can’t finish his sentence because a large group of screaming children surround him in a heartbeat.

“Batman! Batman!” they jump up and down hyped up to see their hero.

“Go away!” J attempts to reason with the sea of kids he has no patience for. Of course nobody can hear him over the deafening sounds that attract more offsprings and parents.

“That’s so cute!” one of the moms gushes and takes a picture. “It’s delightful seeing a guy dressed as The Batman performing such a public service for our town!”

“He loves people, especially babies, “ you lie without blinking and immortalize the moment yourself.

“Awww,” a few people sigh touched by your praises.

“He must be a nice dude,” a kid’s dad concludes and you sweetly smile from under your mask:

“You have no idea.”

Somebody from the crowd places an infant girl in The Joker’s arms and the mob goes ballistic!! Rosie cheeks keeps sucking from her binky, glaring at the interesting person.

Clapping, cheering and whistling intensify whilst J feels compelled by his increasing popularity to lift the 6 months old above his head for everyone to see how cool he is.

This is not bad, The King enjoys an endless string of applause and the sudden explosion occurring in the diaper followed by quite a foul smell puts an end to his exuberance.

“Jesus!” he crinkles his nose, appalled. “Whose kid is this?” he yells and the thrilled parent waves at him, taking back the stinky, adorable bundle of joy. “Uncle Batsy needs to run!!” J makes up a random plan although nobody can hear him: the noise is overwhelming after he hyped them all up.  “Let’s bail before they trap me again! Pretty soon I won’t be able to walk, Princess. Everything is crammed in there, a total mess! I hate stretchy pants!!” he addresses his woman and quickens the pace until an atrocious abomination stops him in his tracks.

A specimen mocking The Joker wearing a purple suit is getting quite the attention: over exaggerated red lips smudged over the lip line, tattoo on the forehead that spells “Cabbaged”, a bunch of cheap golden chains from the Dollar Store around his neck and a sloppy green wig complete the assemble in a cringy manner.

You are equally speechless and The Joker manages to utter:

“What… THE HELL… is that????!!!!”

“Ummm… a Clown?” your sassy remark doesn’t score high marks as expected; you feel his eyes burning holes through you.

“You’re hilarious! Would you like to share your standup comedy talents on the stage??!” his index finger points at the platform meant to host a guest appearance from Bruce Wayne in the next hour.

Courtesy of “Wayne Enterprise” sponsoring the event: free food and refreshments for everyone under 18 years old.

You don’t answer and pout, upset J’s pissed attitude is already ruining your mood.

“I’m going to kill that buffoon posing as me!” he inhales full of spite and reaches for the knife hidden in his left boot.

“You can’t…” you hesitantly halt his movement. “Dozens of people, that’s just asking for trouble!”

“I’m not going to let a prick disrespect me!”

“You won’t, we’ll figure something afterwards. We can wait for him outside in the parking lot and take care of it without drawing attention! Please?” you beg hoping he’ll listen to you. “Pleeeaaaase!!!!“ you insist, perfectly aware he’s about to commit murder regardless. “I have a bunch of VIP passes to take pictures with celebrities. You promised J!” you stomp your high heels, exasperated. “You promised we’ll have a fun date!!”

“Why do I have to take pics with celebrities?! I don’t like anybody!”

The look on Y/N’s face: sheer disappointment; most of her features are covered with the mask yet he can tell.

“But I like you so the most I’ll do is take a selfie with you!” The Joker makes amendments on his own terms.

The Queen sniffles, trying to bottle up her emotions and she can’t help it: she bursts up in tears at her boyfriend’s candor.

Oh no! Not again!

Why?

The King of Gotham says nice things maybe twice a year and each time you struggle not to cry but it’s impossible: how can one resist such charm?!

Your complete meltdown makes him roll his eyes while your shaky hand takes a picture of the royal duo.

“Ugghhh…” J’s grimace turns your attention towards him.

“What is it baby?” you wipe your tears with his cape.

He would probably criticize such affront still there’s a pressing issue taking precedent.

“Princess, these tights are making my legs numb. I can’t feel my crown jewelry anymore.”

“Huh?” you forget to weep, startled.

“Cursed stretchy pants! I think I won’t be able to have sex for a month!” The Joker stretches his feet, uncomfortable.

“What??!!!” you raise your voice, panicked. “A month???!!”

Hell no!

Y/N grabs The Joker’s right hand and starts dragging him after her, yelling:

“Out of the way! Out of the way, it’s an emergency!!” whilst everyone is wondering how can someone wearing those 7-inch stilettos can march so fast.

“Where are we going, Pumpkin?!” J is inquiring and you yank at his arm, alarmed.

“To the car!”

“Why?”

Y/N doesn’t have time for explanations: she basically flies across the parking lot to get to section B5, opens the van’s back door and shoves J inside. He lands on his abs as you relentlessly pull on his boots, accomplishing to take them off in record time. Then you heave at his tights, huffing a storm at the stiff garment:

“I’ll be damn if I’ll wait a month for a ride in Funky Town!”

A mother and her 11 years old son pass by and she covers his eyes, horrified at the indecency as she guides him throughout the maze of vehicles.

“There are children here!” the woman protests. “Get a room!”

Luckily, she wasn’t heard by The Clown and his girl because… victory! The stretchy pants are off, J only in his boxers now.

“How are you feeling?” you roll him and he exhales, assessing the damage succeeding Y/N swift actions.

“Not sure, same?... Sit on my lap,” J offers and you don’t need a second invitation.

“Well?” you hold in the anxiety reaching high levels under these dire circumstances.

“Dunno, kiss me and we’ll see.”

You kiss him and he purrs.

“Well?” you interrogate again.

“Kiss me again!” he orders and you put more passion into it since your future happiness depends on it. “Hmm…” J groans. “I believe things are improving.”

“Yeah?” Y/N is about to have another breakdown although J didn’t say sweet rubbish; it’s just that kind of occasion.

“U-hum!”

“Then… what do you say we go home and celebrate your recovery?” you whisper in his ear.

“What about Comic Con?”

“Screw it!” you hop off his knees. “I’ll drive, you focus on your convalescence, ok baby?”

“Ok,” The Joker agrees and begins to stride around the van as Bruce Wayne’s limousine happens to drive by, the billionaire preparing to attend the event he sponsored.

“Stop the car!” Bruce commands at the weird view in the distance: a man wearing a replica of his Batman suit-- helmet, mask, gloves, cape… but no pants or boots, the bottom part of his attire consisting solely of underwear. “Right when you think you saw it all…” he shakes his head in denial, oblivious about who the person is.

Mister Wayne should at least have some empathy for the man enduring those tights for as long as he could; it might not be a record, but who could ever beat the real Batman at wearing stretchy pants anyway?!

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[the-last-cuddlebender]

Not in Front of the Kids

Bumi and Kya were scared to say the least. Daddy almost died.

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A/N: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (feat. angst/hurt/comfort, bestdad!Aang, bestmom!Katara, bestuncle!Sokka, and littleshit!Aang)

Rating: T

Words: 2,690

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Aang carried them all out of there—little Tenzin swaddled on his back and Bumi and Kya cradled against his front. One of Aang’s arms was badly fractured by the wrist. Katara was pretty sure his shoulder, at that angle, was partially dislocated, too. He hid his wince in a laugh when Kya whimpered and held onto him tighter. 

Suki took little Tenzin from his makeshift wrap—the babe was crying but otherwise okay, to Katara’s every relief.

Katara was planning a million miles an hour as she assessed her husband and children. Bumi and Kya were filthy but favored no injury and showed no wound. Aang, on the other hand, looked like he had thrown himself over a bomb from how badly his robes—or, what was left of them—were singed and torn. He trembled like an engine missing a bolt and about to break apart.

Her children flinched and instinctively held onto their father even tighter once the sounds of the outside came crashing down on them. Katara, already fisting gauze in one hand and healing water in the other, gave her brother a look, and Sokka, cooing gently, tried to encourage the toddlers from Aang’s arms.

Aang was on the brink of collapse. Katara needed to heal him.

It was only with his careful airbending that he spared his kids from hearing his wheezing.

Aang stopped Sokka’s attempts. The kids had enough of people taking them away for the day. He needed them to go on their own.

“Hey, what—,” Aang gritted his teeth and pursed his lips, hiding a cough into a slurred sound like he was clearing his throat. It didn’t help that Kya hiccuped in the same moment and tightened her death grip on her father’s neck. Aang held her closer on instinct—her and Bumi—and smiled into her hair so she felt it. Only then did he give Sokka his attention. “What do ya think you’re doing, trying to take my munchkins from me, eh?” 

Sokka slumped, immediately seeing through Aang’s facade. Behind him, Toph’s clenched fists ground metal on metal to resist the urge to smack her former student. 

Aang felt Katara’s glare and heard what was left of her heart break as she moved closer, fighting the urge to hold her family like she was fighting to keep a tsunami away.

Sokka tried again. “Aang— ”

Aang ignored him. “What do you say, guys?” he asked the shivering, dust-coated bundles trying so desperately to hide in his robes. Aang smiled, ignoring even the thick beads of sweat rolling past his temple and trembling jaw. “You wanna go with Uncle Sokka for a bit?”

The suggestion made Bumi hold such a tight fistful of Aang’s collar that it threatened to cut off his air, and Kya shook her head so hard and so fast that it threatened to come off her shoulders.

“Nonononono!”

“Wanna...W-Wanna stay with D-Daddy…”

Aang’s heart broke not too unlike how the Uprisers cracked four of his ribs. 

Katara’s eyes were a threat and a plea—begging him. Aang would have wondered why she hadn’t talked yet if he didn’t see the tremble in her lip. 

She was struggling not to cry.

And they promised not to cry in front of the kids.

Suki stepped forward, just behind Sokka’s shoulder. She opened her mouth to speak but stopped herself when the children whimpered and curled ever closer. They were wired and on edge with the raw chill of fight or flight; instinct made them desperate to cling to the only warmth—the only safety—they could feel.

Aang nudged them higher so the blood leaking from his abdomen wouldn’t taint them. A shiver wracked him from head to toe, speeding his breathing and kicking his heart into overdrive. 

A quiet hush of metal on metal. “Twinkletoes…”

Bumi and Kya mumbled some more.

His kids were terrified—His wife equally so.

Aang laughed. 

It was a broken, wet sound, but it warmed the air’s tension just as his laugh always did. Even the sirens, shouts, and grindings of earthbending as Toph’s teams worked to rescue evidence and enemies from the crumbling warehouse were drowned out by the familiar sound.

Katara stepped forward. A lecture sat on her tongue and a thousand desperate pleas clouded her eyes.

Kya’s voice was a squeak. “D-Don’t go, Daddy…”

Katara gave him a look that held more than one meaning.

Aang gave her one back—that he hoped was reassuring—before he turned back to their kids. 

“Shhhhh, shhh, shhh…It’s okay, guys. It’s okay...shhh…I won’t be gone long. I just gotta go annoy Mama and do some boring grown-up things for a little bit. And I need to change my clothes—we all do. That sewer was a stinky, stinky place, wasn’t it?” He nudged Kya with his face, and he peeled her away enough from his neck to give her cheek a playful kiss and to give her terrified eyes a smile to look at. “Kya, I think you’re the stinkiest of us all, little lady.”

Kya held their eye-contact just as resolutely as she held onto his neck. Aang smiled wider, and his daughter had no choice but to do the same. 

The smallest giggle escaped her, like a shaft of light peeked through a barely opened door. “...Daddy’s stinkier.”

Aang looked appalled and gasped just as comically even though the sudden intake of air nearly sent him into a fit. “Me? Stinkier than you? I think not, little lady.”

His efforts won him a shy smile that was missing two baby teeth. “Daddy the stinkiest.”

“Not-ugh.”

“Yeah-huh.”

Aang rolled his eyes and didn’t stop smiling. “Well, I see who you take after. I’ll never win with you, now, will I?”

Kya laughed a little more. 

Bumi wasn’t swayed in the least. He held on to where Kya had let go. His voice was strained like a squeak of rubber on tile, thinned so taut that it threatened to break.

“It was scary down there…”

Aang’s smile almost faltered, and it would have if Kya—her confidence crawling back enough to pull away one hand to suck her thumb and rest her head contently on his partially dislocated shoulder—wasn’t looking at him. 

Aang shook like a stone building about to collapse. His face was paler. His robes were darker and so wet in some places that crimson beaded little pools on the fabric’s weave.

Sokka moved behind him. Suki stepped to Aang’s side where his shoulder was shifted at a strange angle. They both opened their arms—just a bit—expecting him to fall but ready to catch him.

But Aang would sooner die on his own two feet before he fell with his kids in his arms.

“Oh, Boom-Boom…,” Aang cooed. Bumi shook and bit his lip so hard that Aang feared it would bleed. He kissed his son’s hair and the darkening bruise on his forehead—the reminder of one of the Uprisers hitting Bumi with a baton—like the gesture might somehow be a bandage. “It’s okay, bud. I know it was scary. I was scared! But you two were so, so brave.”

“You…” Bumi angled his head to look up at the kind smile eager to greet him. Aang’s heart broke a little more. The vulnerability in those little eyes should be a crime. “Daddy was scared, too?”

“Are you kidding? Of course I was! Did you see how big those bad guys were? I thought I was in big trouble until you two brave warriors stepped in.” Aang’s knee threatened to give. Suki stepped a little closer with Toph right behind her. Gauze hit the ground as Katara tried and failed to hide her panic, but she was before her family in an instant. Aang gave her a look, ignored the scalding one he got in return, and turned his attention to their daughter. “Kya, you held your baby brother and did the waterwhip with one hand. One hand! Not even Mommy could do that when she was your age. And I’ll never forget the look on that bad man’s face when you kicked him in the shin, Bumi. He looked like you threw a boulder at him.”

A shy blush colored Bumi’s wet cheeks. The deathgrip on Aang’s collar loosened a bit. “He was gonna hurt Sissy…”

“But he didn’t, thanks to you. I’m so, so proud of you two. Mama is, too.” Aang trembled all the more, but his eyes were laughing and his smile carried a thousand reassurances when he looked at Katara. “Aren’t you, sweetie?”

Katara swallowed twice before she tamed her worry enough to keep it out of her voice. She kissed her children not nearly enough for her heart to stop racing, and her hands, once rubbing their backs like she did when they had nightmares, secretly wound under them to support their weights. Katara was still kissing their heads when she mumbled in a voice as soft as chalk dust but as firm as plated armor. “Very proud.”

Kya, one thumb in her mouth, didn’t move from her bed of robes and Daddy-shoulder as she found a handhold in her mother’s dress. Katara jumped on the chance to kiss her face. Kya smiled and squished her cheek—rounded from a gentle smile—to her mother’s. Quiet pride leaked into Kya’s words. “...I didn’t even cry when he hurted my hands with the rope.”

“Me neither!” Bumi piped up from his new position, relaxed and cradling himself in the dip of Aang’s other shoulder. Katara kissed him, too, and, if he weren’t struggling to stay conscious, she would have taken Aang out at his knees and strapped the stubborn brat to the nearest table so she could heal the blood oozing from his abdomen and onto her hand. 

“Did you hear that, Uncle Sokka?” Aang said. “Two big bag guys and rope, and they didn’t even cry!”

Sokka smiled, looking as tired as Aang felt. “That’s quite impressive, little warriors.”

The kids blushed. Aang kissed their cheeks with sloppily raspberries until they laughed. 

Aang laughed, too.

He was shaking even harder, now.

Katara gave him a look that he couldn’t tear away from. She wasn’t pleased in the least by the answer Aang’s look gave her in return, but she went along with it, nonetheless.

“Why don’t you two tell Uncle Sokka about your brave story? You know how much he loves those kinds of things. He tells you them all the time. He’ll tell everyone about how brave you two were.” Bumi and Kya giggled and held him tighter—not in fear or like he was the only thing keeping them from falling, but in a hug. 

Behind them, Aang gave Katara another look. 

Hurricanes killed fewer men than her returned look was capable of.

But, nonetheless, she understood. Something worse than sadness weighed down her movements as she pulled away, just a bit, and steeled herself in a subtle bending stance.

“Come on, Trouble and Mayhem, off to Uncle Sokka you go.” Aang motioned with his chin for Sokka to come forward. “Daddy’s gotta go do boring adult stuff for a little bit.”

“Cuz you're the Avatar?” Kya mumbled around her thumb.

“A bit, yes. But I won’t be long. I promise.”

Aang was just about to hand them off when Bumi spoke. “...When will you be Daddy again?”

Aang stopped shaking. He nudged both of his kids higher up on his chest so he could look them in the eye. He ignored Katara’s whine—so desperate it was audible—just as easily as he ignored the torn muscles bleeding even more of his life into his robes.

“Boom-Boom, I am always—I will always, always, always, always and forever be your and Kya’s and Tenzin’s daddy.” Aang coughed and hid it in the red fabric of his clothes. Katara looked ready to step closer. Aang silently shook his head. He didn’t stop smiling. “Daddy was the one who threw the rock at the bad man right? And gave him to Auntie Toph?”

“...Yeah.”

“And daddy was the one who carried you three out of there, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And who’s talking to you right now? Daddy or the Avatar?”

“Daddy.”

“That’s right. And your Daddy won’t ever, ever let any bad men hurt you. C’mere.” He gave them both cheek kisses, and they released his robes to touch his face. Aang nuzzled them as gently as he spoke. “I love you.”

“Love you more.”

“Impossible.” He gently kissed them again and gave Katara a final look as he handed their kids over to Sokka. “Uncle Sokka, be a pal and take these two hooligans for a bath and some ice cream. I have to bug their mama for a while. Make sure Kya scrubs behind her ears.”

In the pass-off, the kids’ attention on their father blinded them from seeing his blood being bent out of their clothes. Aang curled his arm over his abdomen just as the spot became warm and wet again.

Kya puffed her cheeks. “Daddy!” 

Bumi giggled at her, welcoming the laugh-slap-fight his sister met him with. Aang kissed Katara’s brow and patted Sokka’s shoulder before the warrior walked off with the kids.

Katara immediately started her pat-down. Her worry was palpable and thick like frozen gel in her voice. “Aang—”

“Wait,” he hissed.

Katara, very ready to argue, looked beyond his shoulder and pulled her finger off the trigger of her lecture. Bumi and Kya were looking at them from over Sokka’s shoulder. Katara waited, frozen more than anything as she was torn between her promise to her husband and her worry for his well-being.

They had promised not to bleed in front of the kids.

Aang kissed her brow in a sweet-looking way—like how he did every night when he got home. 

Two seconds later, the door was shut on the osctrichhorse cart. Six seconds later, it was turned around a corner.

Katara had no sooner glanced at the back wheel of the cart than her husband’s limp weight collapsed into a trembling puddle of whimpers, winces, and soft cries in her arms.

Aang smiled against her shoulder. Wet heat seeped from his clothes into hers.

Katara held him as tightly as she dared and shouted for a bunch of things Aang couldn’t make out. He couldn’t hear anything outside of Katara’s racing heart and the quiver in her voice (that only he could ever hear). 

She held him, and he held her, too. His fractured arm didn’t scream nearly as loudly or as angrily at him as she did. 

“Aang, don’t you dare move another muscle. Do you hear me?”

He laughed—the brat actually laughed. “It’s...It’s hard...not to hear you, sweetie.”

“Aang, this is serious. You’re hurt, damn you, and this isn’t the time to be cracking jokes.”

He laughed again. “I...disagree. It’s the exact...exact time to be.”

“Shut up.” Katara hesitated, glancing about for the supplies she was waiting for, but kissed him, nonetheless. “Just shut up and stay still so I can heal you and be mad at you later.” His eyes met hers. He was still smiling. She kissed him again.

“So…,” He paused to cough, “...So it’s a date?”

Despite herself, Katara laughed.

Aang smiled. She kissed him again.

The lasting images of his family’s grim faces were crushed under the renewed memories of their smiles. He danced the line of unconsciousness, but he forced himself awake until Katara healed him enough to be satisfied, for the moment, that her husband was out of immediate peril. 

His adoptive family gave him an earful—Toph promised to kill him later, and Suki promised to hold him down while she did it. They both gave him a hug and laughed, despite themselves, when he said he looked forward to it. 

Besides, they should have known he wouldn’t die from a rescue mission of this kind.

He and Katara had, after all, promised not to die in front of the kids.

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an exercise in angst because I suck at writing it...I blame discord and A.D.Curtis entirely for making me think about angst while trying to write some bestdad!Aang content

[familiaanteomnia]

-yet again keeping it vague yet warning spoilers could be had- -so he clearly is very isolated from people/overall disliked because he’s basically like the ‘golden child’ and given is the youngest member plus generally doesn’t seem to have much experience with people (being personal bodyguard and then upgraded to head plus his usual presumed to be highly “favorited” etc) -overworked, exhausted- mentally ill/abused (as seems to be common with the e.mperors coven/head witches that especially work with the emperor) can go from formal to sassy,etc pretty quickly though he usually does keep on the air but less so when alone. dramatic. -knows how to sew, likes stuffed animals/cartoons, huge nerd and as much he is genuinely beyond horrified of wild magic- does have an slight interest in it (might be fueled by the e.mperors curse and given their connection desire to fix or find an solution to help with it that isnt the method used so far which is a well basically beyond running dry- also seen in how he starts to suggest the idea which- doesnt go well) overall an dramatic softy -smart given being an child prodigy and all even if he doesn’t have his own magic which does cling to his staff more than capable without it/very adaptive but would rather have it than not (to the point if you even pick it up harmlessly he might swipe it from your hand childishly with an “Dont touch it”) -as shown with like king he does do an fair bit of ‘ugh this thing sucks’ *minute he’s alone with said thing flips the script* ie being amused by lifting the covering up, down/his ‘whatever it is kinda cute’ but obviously then goes back to the ‘take your stinky smellie creature’ -his sleep issues do vary from nightmares, to just being like ‘i could maybe sleep Or i can be up all night looking for an cure for my uncle/doing work’ but sometimes it’s also got some ‘im reading this graphic novel from the human realm, while also studying about outdated potions’ (or watching cartoons,etc ya know) -constantly gives himself missions, tasks to get in his uncles favor/praise especially if he’s made an mistake however minor or even if he doesn’t have to (overall feeling he has to prove himself/pick up “slack” do things to be less easier to mock,etc though he also embraces it’s semi unavoidable) -likes to hum, whistle to himself probably enjoys music overall  -even the smallest kind gestures, compliments, flirting baffles him but also are things he values highly such as not telling him to stop talking when he’s gotten a bit like let me talk about old spells (which if you let him talk about stuff he’s passionate about and he doesnt cut himself off or anything he can talk for really long) -best gifts to give him would be things like stuffed animals (not something you’d know just in passing) and books, anything he is interested in especially if he only mentioned it once barely -given he is severely disliked/just in general probably used his position for really dumb purposes (you cant tell me he hasnt been like i’ve got this handled and then swiped an confiscated comic book from the human realm for himself) might even arguably sometimes just be sprawled out/upside down in a chair during an meeting playing n.intendogs on some ds he found and has never run out of batteries (which also him hitting up somebody in the construction c.oven to make an new stylus or something alike saying its “top secret”)