#works best with apples and clementines

[soupicore]

eating fruits outside is actually way more punk than smoking

[clockwayswrites]

City Pigeons Bleed Green Part 14

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“You always make the best waffles Hood,” Steph said as she stuffed another syrupy piece into her mouth. She carefully kept her attention on Jay and Cass and not on Danny, who still seemed to be mostly hiding under his mop of black hair at the other side of the table.

“Don’t lie to me,” Jay said. “I know what diner you go to every chance that you get to have waffles. You love those more than mine.”

“No,” Steph whined, looking longingly at the waffle Jay was taking out of the iron right then. “That’s like asking someone to pick between apples and oranges! Or at least oranges and clementines! Diner waffles are working with a whole different set up then your waffles. Those are my favorite diner waffles but yours are my favorite at home waffles. Different things Hood, different things.”

Jay rolled his eyes and handled over the waffle.

Steph took it triumphantly and shot Danny a wink as he covered up his laughter.

“That’s your last one for right now,” Jay said with a pointed jab of his finger. “Danny gets the next one then Cass and then I get to eat some of the damn waffles I’m busy making.”

“Yes, Boss,” Steph chirped and gave a salute with her fork. “How are you liking them, Danny?”

Danny ducked his head back down again, but at least he answered, which was more then Steph had gotten so far. “They’re good. I like them with the fruit.”

“Yeah, that’s the big bad red wolf here trying to get us to be a little more healthy,” Steph said.

“Doesn’t work,” Cass said with that pleased little smile of hers. Steph always loved that smile.

“It sometimes works,” Steph corrected, even if Cass gave a little snort at that.

“They’re good. I missed fresh fruit,” Danny said as he carefully speared another blueberry on top of a precisely cut piece of waffle.

Hell, that made her want to go out and buy Danny a fruit basket. Maybe she would next time she came over. She needed to start earning some points with Danny and he deserved good things.

“Well, luckily Hood will keep you well in stock,” Steph said, making sure her voice stayed cheerful.

“Sure will,” Jason said. “And you can help yourself to the fruit that will be on the counter any time. Your stomach should be good enough now that you can eat pretty freely, just make sure to check with yourself if you’re full before getting seconds or something.”

“Look at Mama Red Hen, in his element,” Steph teased and reached out to catch the piece of fruit she knew would be tossed her way at that statement.

“It’s nice,” Danny mumbled down towards his plate. “Nice to have someone… looking out for things.”

Steph just about melted. “Yeah, it is. You can come to any of us for stuff too. Hood is a real mother hen and Nightwing is pure big sibling energy, but like, O is the best if you need finding things and Red is scarily good at puzzling out a problem. B.B. gives good cuddles and Signal is great when things get too crazy! Robin really protective but not nearly as much as the big Bat himself and Agent A always has what you need.”

Danny looked up at her from under his bangs, blue eyes wide.

“Have we given you a phone yet?” she continued, not knowing what to do with a young Bruce being able to give such good puppy dog eyes. “We need to get you a phone with all our numbers. I’ll have Red get on it, or O. Is O better?”

“Depends on the phone,” Cass pointed out.

Steph nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I’ll ask the group chat I guess what we need for Danny.”

“I don’t, you… Red already gave me a tablet to use.”

“Have to look after you,” Cass explained in that gentle way of hers.

Danny’s gaze darted from Steph to Cass and over to Jason. When that look landed on Jason, it turned to worry in a way that confused Steph. Weren’t they supposed to be reassuring Danny of his continued place with them so that he would talk to the old man?

Jason set another waffle on Danny’s plate. “Told you it wouldn’t change anything.”

“They know?” Danny asked, his voice a rough whisper.

“Yeah, sorry,” Jason said. “With you bleeding like that I needed to explain things to them, not that I know that much. We haven’t exactly gotten back to that talk and there’s no rush to. The point of all this, kid, is that you’ve got us now. Whatever happens, you’ve got us and we’re going to make sure you can always get a hold of us.”

“But you don’t know,” Danny whispered. His grip on his fork was so tight that his knuckles were white and trembling.

Danny flinched when Cass reached out and touched his hand, but he let her unwind his grip from the fork and look the skin over for damage. When she found none, she wrapped it up in her own.

“Look, Danny,” Steph said. “We’re like the worst trio for this. You need like, Nightwing and Signal and O here for that reassuring ‘we’ve got your back’ sorta talk.”

Jason snorted and Steph flapped a hand at him.

“But the thing is,” she continued, “is that the Bats of Gotham have claimed you as theirs now and that means they protect you and care about you. It’s okay whatever we don’t know cause trust me, we have all fucked up pretty big at times, but we’re still Bats and everyone still has our backs. So, I get that we might have some convos ahead of us that are scary for you, talking sucks, but that’s not going to change shit.”

“But you’re, aren’t you…. I’ve read about you on the tablet. Lots think Bruce Wayne funds you. What if he tells me to get out?”

Jason scoffed loudly. “Yeah, no, he doesn’t control us like that.”

“He is nice,” Cass said, “bad at emotions, but nice. He will like you too.”

Danny rubbed his free hand over his eyes. “How can you know?”

“Because you are you,” Cass said simply. From here it sounded like an iron clad fact.

Danny just sniffled.

“Come on, waffles before they get cold,” Jason ordered.

Steph figured maybe they should talk about things more, but they really weren’t the group to do talking, at least not about anything important. She’d let Dick know Danny needed the reassurance though for when he came to the apartment. Even as good as Dick was at playing big brother, Steph didn’t really think that Danny would feel alright until he met Bruce. Somehow, they’d have to convince him that it was time.

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AN: And we are back by vote with the first part of the next chapter! Sorry for the long delay, but life really was kicking me while I was down. And now I have a cold(?) so you know, expect typos. But Steph finally makes a showing! That means the horde of bat siblings have all met Danny. I wonder what's coming up next...?

Stay delightful, darlings!

[tincansamurai]

oc mondaaaay

best part of monday, folks

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1. Does [x] put away their laundry or just keep wearing it out of the basket?

mat: puts it away. he doesn’t wanna get in trouble

kaz: depends how busy he is when it’s done. he has too many clothes to get away with basket wearing for too long, whole room just turns into piles

2. What does [x] smell like?

copying this from a post i made about it before, but with some additions bc of course i continued to think about this

mat: matsuo would be into natural smells, kind of subtler ones. sandalwood, herbaceous scents, maybe sometimes even a little medicinal smelling, and then also real gentle floral scents. maybe jasmine. he tries not to smell like weed but it definitely happens. i guess he kinda always smells like plants somehow lol. very fresh and green. ADDITION: bergamot!! sometimes a little bit of orange/clementine…

kaz: kaz would have two vibes: spicy almost sweet scents like cardamom, that default incense and potpourri, maybe anise, OR over the top candy smells like a middle school girl. i feel like the first is his default, and the second it's like he's in slutty club wear and smells like green apple candy or that one bath and body works cupcake body spray from 2010 lol. then ofc there's a layer of tobacco on all of that bc i doubt he tries very hard to keep smoke smells out of anything ADDITION: cheap old spice deodorant that kind of seeps under whatever scent he puts on. he’s fuckin stinky huh

3. What is [x]'s favourite non-alcoholic beverage?

mat: coffee. he's thinking about becoming a snob about it

kaz: ginger ale

4. What keeps [x] going?

mat: the people he loves

kaz: he really does like being alive. the world is cool as fuck and experiencing it and the people in it is a lot of fun. he wants to see more of it. just kinda wishes he could be an entirely different person for that. mostly he’s just kinda going out of habit though

5. What was [x]'s worst romantic experience?

mat: it's a tie between the first time ananke said “i love you” during what was apparently passionate romantic sex (he was already just going through the motions, immediately got turned off like crazy, pretended to cum to get out of it) or when she first really seriously and excitedly talked about getting engaged by graduation and telling him what kinds of proposals she liked. tested the limits of his instinct to people please and defer to others for all of his actions to the extreme

kaz: taking the hit for his closeted high school ex boyfriend eric when other people saw them kiss shortly after they broke up, letting it seem like it was 100% kaz coming on to him and eric didn't want it at all. basically turned kaz’s reputation into the mythical faggot predator who’s trying to turn straight guys and doesn't take no for an answer. it absolutely did not have to go that far for the situation to blow over and ppl to believe this guy was straight. eric panicked and over-exaggerated the whole thing. kaz could have put forward a better version of events that still wouldn't have outed eric, but he was pretty fucked up by their breakup and went along with anything he said. a few people still talked to him but it blew up his social circle. also, this essentially was the inciting incident for kaz learning he didn't have to have sex just because he was horny or because people would give him stuff for it, he could also have sex to distract himself and to try and cope with how miserable he was

6. If you could give [x] anything as a gift, what would it be?

mat: a new lease, he needs to get out of his tiny little comfort zone clam shell

kaz: ibogaine drug tourism adventure

7. What is [x] most often seen wearing? Are they dressed that way because they like it, or because it's a uniform or status indicator?

mat: jeans and either a v-neck t or some kinda casual button down. it’s easy, he has nice enough stuff that it looks fine instead of lazy, and he doesn’t need to think about it. he spends a lot of time not-thinking about his appearance bc it still kinda feels not up to him

kaz: band shirts in various states of decay, jeans in various states of decay, boots, bracelets, wallet chain. this is kaz’s easy go to, but he 100% does other more elaborate or just more thought out outfits often bc he thinks it’s fun. he’ll fuck around with most kinds of alt style, but he does always return to/settle on scuffed up lazy punk

[bes-ton]

poison trick actually works

Summary:

Technoblade: one of these cups are poisonous Tommy: immediately downs one of them Wilbur and Philza: aghast - how do you know if that one is poison free? Tommy: was kinda hoping it was poisoned

Hero and villan AU

hero philza

hero techno

hero wilbur

vigilantly tommy

note: this is a crack fic but read the warnings, this was written before everything went down with wilbur (fuck him, and give lots of love to shelby) but i still like my writing and hope others enjoy it. ALSO a key of the hero names will be at the bottom

warnings: nonconsensual drug use, child abuse, panic attack? cussing too.

Tommy’s day had a horrible start. He almost slept through his alarm, if not for the other foster kid he shared a room with. Rushing down into the kitchen to grab an apple before running to the bus stop.

But as he made it to the door the foster parents walked down the stairs, blocking the exit. The two of them looked the four kids in front of them and back at each other.

Dale the ‘man of the house’ had a wicked look cross his face before he spoke.

“Me and Sharell have guests coming over tonight and we can’t have you miscreants messing up our image, they will get here around the time you get out of school and they will be here for about three ish hours” a dark look crossed his face but Sharell cut him off

“If we see you before they leave you best believe that you will be severely punished for not listening to you parents” her voice was sickening like it was dipped into a vat of artificial sweetness.

A murmur of “I understand” or”yes ma’am” came from the four teens. A look of rage crossed Dale’s face.

“You don’t believe us! Just watch you-“ he grabbed Tommy by the shirt “can see him as an example of what happens when you disobey us” he balled his fist and landed a strong punch into Tommy’s gut.

A small ‘omph’ left Tommy, but that was all. Any and all noise was seen as arrogance in Dales eyes.

“Get out of my sight! If we get a call from your school that you were late that will be double punishment!”

The four of them scrambled out the door as soon as Dale and Sharell moved out of the way.

They ended up just barely catching the bus.

———

History was a pain in the ass, why the hell does Tommy need to know the exact date the union of supers started, just why? Yes it slingshotted society into accepting super powers but why does he have to know the exact date. It’s stupid.

Since Tommy can’t go back to the house for another three hours which really meant five hours so 8 and curfew’s at 8:30, he should stop patrolling at 7 to get dinner at Puffys diner- dear prime why is he doing math to figure out his schedule.

Guess math can be used in the real world.

Anyway- Tommy has to find Purpled to figure out if he is patrolling alone or not. Walking around campus looking for Purpled was pretty boring, and Tommy had already checked his normal spots.

Just as Tommy was about to stop looking, Purpled materialized in front of him. In his classic purple hoodie and a smirk covering his face.

“Oh you are a dick, how long have you been here?”

———

Running across rooftops was therapeutic to Tommy but Purpled - the bitch - was very communication oriented when it came to being vigilantes something about “being on the same page and having a plan” no, find crime, kick ass offer to call an ambulance and get the hell out of dodge. That is the extent on Tommy’s plan.

“We really need to get new code names because ‘purple’ is too close to my name” Purpled said from the other side of the rooftop.

“Well then what do you want me to call you?”

“Why do you act like I know? I just don’t like it”

“Well, I have to call you something. Oh wait! I know how about-“

“If you start listing purple things I will hurt you.”

“Why would you do that?”

“You named a MOTH after an ORANGE I do not trust you.”

“Her name is clementine not orange you clusterfuck”

“Tommy what the hell is a clusterfuck?”

“What happened to no real names in the field? Also the synonym to clusterfuck is Purpled” Tommy said, smug satisfaction covering his face and lacing his voice.

Purpled threw his hands up in defeat. Throwing a glare at Tommy before pointing down at the ally below them and making a be quiet motion.

A gruff voice broke the silence, the muggers voice sounding like knives on a chalkboard.

“Hand over the money little lady or bad things will happen to you” the mugger threatened.

Purpled and Tommy shared a look. A plan forming in their minds, smoothing out the details through crude hand motions.

With a wink Purpled disappeared. Leaving Tommy to listen for the sound of Purpled dropping down into the ally below.

With the near silent thud of Purpled’s shoes Tommy teleported in between the lady and the mugger.

The mugger a large built dude who towered over Tommy, made a noise of surprise that Sounded like a dog whine and stumbled back. From behind Purpled struck the the muggers knee. Making him fall, Hard.

Snatching the purse from the muggers hand Tommy turned to the lady, her face decorated with shock, handed her purse to her. Clearing his throat Tommy spoke through his mask.

“Here you go, ma’am, do you need us to call someone?” The voice was obviously fake but she didn’t comment.

“No thank you I will be going now” her voice shaking with every word.

———

After stopping five more muggings Purpled and Tommy made it to the warehouse district, it’s almost always riddled with crime, but also hero’s so they have to be extra careful.

Sneaking around between warehouse was stressful and three of the five they passed were empty. The first building that had people was a just group of homeless people.

They always have odd advice, but very interesting.

The second was what they thought was a high end drug deal. Three large crates of sealed packages on one side and two people negotiating. Both people flanked by multiple gunmen.

Walking around the outside of the building, Purpled found a Fire escape.

Once in the building they stuck to the rafters, listening, waiting. The plan was to watch and wait which Tommy thought was stupid.

The sun was just setting when they were doing the trade off.

“Where did you even get this stuff” the one in blue asked

“Oh I made it in my lab it took months to come up with the formula.” The old man with a lab coat and goggles said.

“Why? Why make a drug and sell it to dealers so junkies can shoot it up?”

“The drug isn’t what’s important, the after effects are, having civilians be the ones to be aggressive lets me and others like me do what we want-“

Up in the rafters Purpled and Tommy shared a look. And Purpled mouthed the words ‘he’s monologuing’

“-of course! Having the drug out on the streets occupies the police and hopefully even the hero’s!”

“Good to know.” The brunette in blue pauses, then said “by the wa- WHAT THE FUCK”

Purpled had unarmed the guards behind the crazy scientist while Tommy got the ones behind the blue bitch.

“Oh hello little hero’s! I thought the commission stoped having child soldiers!” Purpled paused but not for long before he landed a solid uppercut and knocked him out.

As Tommy fought the blue one, he oddly knew how to fight, like really really well.

“I know your vigilantes! If you comply you won’t be arrested!” That made Tommy falter. Purpled had even faltered before launching himself across the gap and pinning the blue British man from behind.

Just as Purpled landed on him the door bust open from the front of the warehouse came two members to the dream team.

“Oh fuck.” Was all Tommy could get out before he was handcuffed.

———

The blue drug dealer was actually one of the hero’s in the Dream Team, 404. It was nice that the dude offered to not arrest them but Purpled just had to be a bitch and thought it was a bluff.

Now as they sit next to each other in the back seat of a black minivan while the leader of the Dream Team argues with a police officer over taking the two of them back to headquarters instead of the precinct for questioning. Tommy just really wants to cuss out Purpled for being suspicious.

The police officer walked away from the van and just as Tommy was about to celebrate, the drivers door opened and in popped the hero blaze.

“Now that the custody of you two has been decided, we can finally leave! Now who do you want to be in the back seat with you? Dream or 404?” Blaze asked

Purpled’s head shot up sending a wicked glare at Blaze “Personally I would prefer Gold”

Blaze just gave Purpled the most unimpressed face that Tommy has ever seen, he couldn’t not laugh.

With a sigh Blaze pulled out his phone. A look of horror crossed Purpled’s masked face as he muttered “dream, dream can be back here we don’t mind pleasedontcallGold”

Blaze just gave him a grin and said “to late, he can’t make it to sit with you but he can interrogate you.”

———

Wannabe hero’s group chat

firecracker

one of the two vigilantes is mouthing off can Punz please put the fear of god into them during their interrogation? 🙏

Gold digger

why the hell would I do that?

Blood god

I can do it.

Green teletuby

No

Dadza

No

Gogy

Bad idea

Blood god

Why

Cussing police

NO!

Construction worker

No thanks

Firecracker

That’s a great idea 👍

Anteater #1 hater

No

Blood god

So you want me to interrogate them

Captain

No

Firecracker

Yes

Gogy

WTF

Firecracker

If Punz says no

Blood god

Ok

Gold digger

I’ll do it.

Firecracker

You ruin my fun ☹️

Gogy

Suffer

———

After laughing his ass off Tommy was squished between his best friend and one of the top heroes in the country. That’s pretty cool.

The heroes have an unreasonable amount of buildings that can function as ‘headquarters’ for their interrogation but they passed like five different buildings that Tommy knew were for hero’s and he was getting worried.

“Heyyy what time is it?”

“This is NOT the time to joke red” purpled grumbled

Gogy fished out his phone and started to say something but was cut off.

“Stop being pissy or I will forever call you grape, no matter what you decide to be called- also I am genuinely curious about the time” Tommy explained.

“Wow red I didn’t know you were like that” the tone purpled used was convincingly hurt, it even fooled the hero’s, as concern painted Tommy’s face Purpled continued

“would you call my grape if I said I wanted to change my name for gender reasons” a annoyed sound left Dream and he sat straight up like he was going to say something when Tommy once again cut someone off.

“You already did dumbass are you going to change it again?” Tommy gasped hand to his chest “are you coming out to me again? What changed!”

“I will deck you do you understand me Tommy” purpled said in a flat tone. 404 and Blaze made choking sounds while Dream looked on in amazement, they were self destructive to their vigilante identities.

“Wow what happens to secret identities?” Tommy grumbled

“Shut up Tommy is common as fuck your fine” Blaze had started snickering try and failing to hide it behind a cough. Tommy was making a noise that sounded like a dying cat.

“Oh by the way Tommy it’s like 6:45 for your curiosity” said 404.

———

It hasn’t even started and Tommy never wants to be interrogated ever again. What the hell is this, isn’t there supposed to be someone asking them questions? Aren’t they supposed to be in separate rooms? The two of them could make a cover story! These people are horrible at interrogation.

“I’m board” Tommy’s voice echoed in the silent room. With some shuffling Purpled managed to kick him. And made a shushing gesture- well their hands were cuffed so Purpled couldn’t make the complete motion.

The door opened revealing a blond guy in a white hoodie and Purpled dropped their head onto the table.

“What were you doing in the warehouse district?”

“Doing vigilante shit”

“Why?”

“Because hero’s don’t do shit where they are actually needed- OW why do you keep kicking me?” Purpled turned their head to Tommy glaring at him before gesturing to Gold and it fucking clicked.

Gold the hero, is Punz, Purpled’s older sibling. Punz who taught Tommy how to find good paying side hustles. Punz who hates his job. Punz who tought Tommy how to identify kidnappers and traffickers. Punz who hates hero’s. Punz who reports every foster home Tommy runs from. Punz who treats Tommy and Purpled like twins.

Oh shit.

A look of pure panic covers his face as adrenaline floods his system. Copying Purpled he puts his head down and try’s to calm his breathing.

It was quiet for a long time after that. Punz let go a really deep sigh.

“You’re right you know, hero’s don’t patrol where they’re needed” Tommy turned his head to look at purpled who had turned to look at Tommy. Surprise mirrored in their eyes.

“You two did a good job.” At that purpled shot up in their chair, Tommy followed their example.

A knowing smile like when Punz caught them trying to make cake with monster at 3am because they didn’t know the brownies labeled ‘mine do not touch’ were pot brownies.

“You really thought I wouldn’t recognize the custom sweatshirts I bought for you?”Tommy’s head snapped to Purpled

“You never told me they were custom made!”purpled looked at Tommy with a look that said ‘are you shitting me’

“Why do you act like I know everything!”

“Because your a walking encyclopedia of random knowledge!”

“Wow that’s a big word for you! Do you even know what encyclopedia means?”

“A synonym for encyclopedia is Purpled!”

“Purpled give my your cuffs” Punz said, breaking the loop. Confused Purpled complied. With a turn of a key the cuffs came off.

Punz made a motion for Purpled to follow him out the door, as he got to the door frame he turned back to Tommy who was still cuffed to the table.

“Tommy, there’s always a place for you at our table- I’ll try to find someone who can get you out of here”

Tommy nodded, no one beside an acting guardian could get him out anyway.

——

It had been a long time since Purpled left with Punz, Tommy was surprised that Punz hadn’t found someone to pick him up yet. Or he had and they just haven’t got here yet.

The next time the door opened, instead of his social worker, a gigantic dude with pink hair and a boar mask walked in.

“You took longer to break then last time” the dudes voice was deep an monotone.

“Well Punz said they would find someone to bail me out.” Tommy responded.

“Why would he do that?” The weirdo prodded

“Punz uses they, don’t be transphobic.”Tommy angrily stated

“I didn’t know that.”

“Well you should their your coworker”

“Did you know that you are annoying” the dude drawls

“Yes it’s one of my great qualities.” Tommy snarked

“You don’t like hero’s” he stated

“No I like hero’s but they never patrol where they are needed.”

“What do you mean”

“You really think that rich people are the most likely person to be robbed? That’s fucking stupid.”

“They have money why wouldn’t they be at Risk for being robbed?”

“Because muggers aren’t stupid enough to go where they would be caught”

“What do you mean?”

“Going to a rich neighborhood means that they are more likely to be arrested and they don’t have bail money so they-“

“So your admitting-“

“I’m not done. So they stick to poor less patrolled areas to successfully steal from.” Tommy finished. The dude just stared at Tommy like he was waiting for him to continue.

“Oh, now I’m done” Tommy chirped.

“You do know you have been arrested for vigilante activities.” Tommy nodded in place of a verbal response. The dude just looked disappointed.

The pink haired guy stood and exited the room. Not saying a single thing, Tommy heard a conversation -well more of an argument- start and he came back in with a, bag, holder, case thing.

The big dude methodically set down and opened the case, revealing multiple sharp objects that were way past the title of “knives”. Tommy was starting to get worried, and angry, like what the actual fuck you can’t just torture people.

“So here’s what is going to happen-“

The dude whose hero’s name Tommy found out was “blood god” - which was a shit name, not exactly something that would give the idea that people are safe but okay. - never actually hurt him but damn well wanted to citing how Tommy was a criminal.

The “blood god” got his questions answered, much to Tommy’s dismay and once again left the room, taking the bag of sharp objects away. A new guy in a yellow turtleneck and brown trench coat came in the room with the blood god behind him. The blood god was carrying two cups of water with him now.

“Hello Tommy! You can call me Siren!” The new guy said. He seemed like a wrongun. The two cups were set down, before Tommy could grab one the mashed man spoke.

“One of them is poisoned”

You wouldn’t

Why not you clearly don’t trust hero’s and you’re annoying.

Tommy contemplated and looked at the drinks in front of him. The clear cups made it clear to see that there was no cloudiness or powdery residue in the water.

But the way the cups were set down, one was obviously closer like they wanted him to take it, it was so obvious that any sane person would choose the one farther away, but who said Tommy was sane.

The new guy made a coughing sound but Tommy paid him no mind.

He downed the one closer to him like a shot.

The two opposite of him actually flinched, the brunette looked surprised. Kind of like a gaping fish.

“How did you know that cups not poisoned?”

“Big man, I’m hoping it is.”

The pink giant choked.

Tommy’s arms started to feel numb and he grinned.

Guess I chose right. Tommy promptly passed out.

When Tommy woke up he had a pounding headache, and really really really wanted to vomit. Tommy saw a bucket, and he did.

Tommy’s mask remained fitted to his face.

Looking around Tommy noticed that he wasn’t in an interrogation room or a cell, or looked like an apartment mixed with a office, in one corner there was a kitchen and a dining table across from the kitchen was three desks.

Tommy was on a couch in the fourth corner, looking at the TV mounted on the wall. Standing up, he looked for any sign of other people. Seeing no one he went to snoop around the kitchen for food.

Finding a cup of instant Mac and Cheese, Tommy threw it in the microwave for the recommended time. Checking the stove for the time Tommy froze.

9:56

I’m gonna die.

Checking all of his pockets he couldn’t find his phone or wallet or anything.

Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh hell oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh no oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh fuck.

He couldn’t breathe.

The loud beep of the microwave, someone’s hands on his shoulders, the smell of Mac n cheese, blond hair, green clothes and black wings.

Tommy started to breathe again.

A blond dude clearly old was sitting on the ground in front of him. When did I sit down. Taking a deep breath Tommy looked into the strangers eyes.

“I have to get back to the house” the stranger made a strange noise, like he was in pain.

“You weren’t picked up by your guardians so you’re at an emergency placement for the night.”

“I can’t go back, they’ll kill me” his breath picked up again. Shushing came from the stranger.

Pink hair fell in front of the strangers face and a new guy handed Tommy’s Mac n cheese to him. The gruff voice of who he assumed was he blood gods spoke.

“Let the kid eat, yes on the floor, do you really want to move him? No? Okay get up old man, don’t break your back.”

A manic giggle broke from his mouth at the absurdity of the situation.

A deep sigh and the blood god sat diagonal from him.

“Call my techno, if you don’t want to go back, we can get someone to pick up your stuff.”

Tommy nodded, he would like that. He took off his mask.

“Jesus Christ mate,”

“What the fuck”

“I knew you were a kid but damn,”

“Oh shit, dadza has a new favorite”

“Shut up Wilbur”

key:

Fire cracker / blaze - Sapnap Gogy / 404 - George not found Dream / green Teletubby - dream Blood god - technoblade Dadza - Philza Anteater #1 hater / siren - wilbersoot Gold / Gold digger - Punz Cussing police - badboyhalo Construction worker - foolish gamers Captain- Captain Puffy

[misty-groves]

Dolly McMillan

Legal name: Dorothy Jean McMillan

Nick name(s): Dolly, Dolls, Mamaw

Alias: Granny Justice (blame the news)

Age: 75 (born in the 50s or so)

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Lesbian

Species: human (mostly. Some faerie blood. Maybe.)

race: White (But in a Celtic descendant way)

height: 5'2

Apperance: Dolly is a short woman with long curls of silvery grey hair. She wears a lot of jeans, work boots, and flannels or tanktops. She has faint freckles and looks about 15-20 years younger than she is, she's rather athletic as well. But She still looks like a grandmother who would feed you and maybe have a ranch.

Power(s)?: Yes, she has a healing ability and a little bit of a psychic ability. She worked with the healing power, she was never too worried about using the psychic part.

Hi, real quick tw for her backstory and such below: (tw death, implied murder, homophobia nothing in depth, though)

Personality: Dolly is a spunky woman who is not afraid to say what she thinks needs to be said, she's friendly until provoked. She is notably soft to animals and kids (Anyone under 25). She has a dry sense of humor when joking but will usually crack a smile for broad humor.

Religion: Christian (But in a chill way)

Hobbies: Vigilante Justice, Caring for her animals, cooking, gardening, and singing

Job: She sells her animal and garden products at the black market and lives off her dead husband's fortune.

Likes: Music, tea, plants, animals, Community, Wonder Woman, and spending time with her grand kids

Dislikes: Cruelty, drunks, needless violence, geese (they know what they did)

Favorite genre(s): Country, folk, and bluegrass

Family (Yes I spelled the names right, these are all pulled off my family tree or from other people from the region.)

Parents: Mae McMillan and Orvile McMillan (both deceased they'd be like- 100 +)

Siblings: Hazel McMillan (deceased), Obediah McMillan, Hettie McMillan

Spouse: Andrew Killian (deceased)

Lover: Clementine Killian (Yes, her husband's sister)

Children: Abelene May McMillan (deceased), Emmert McMillan (Son)

Grandchildren: Virgil McMillan (grandson), and Lydia McMillan (granddaughter)

Backstory: Dolly was born and raised in the Appalachian (pronounced apple-atch-in) mountains, specifically the portion located in Tennessee. She was born to a family who worked the land and raised livestock, so she learned to do the same.

Dolly fell in love with her high school best friend, Clementine, and immediately repressed it. She graduated with a good GPA and immediately started trying to find a husband.

Dolly got married at twenty, to Andrew Killian, who was a horrible alcoholic that got mean. "Un"fortunately the man died shortly after their twin children were born. And even more on that string of luck, Andrew came from a family with a rather large fortune from being government sellouts, so she is set.

Dolly raised her children with the help of her lifelong "best friend" Clementine. She raised her twins to be good first and foremost, and to understand handwork. She lived a nice, comfortable life running her family's land and selling what they didn't need. She and Clementine were able to add to their little nest egg.

When Dolly was seventy, her daughter passed away due to medical complications. So, she moved out to the outskirts Blüdhaven where her daughter had ended up and took custody of her grandkids. Her son is left to run the land back home, but he and his family are more than okay.

Fun facts!

No one knows what happened to her husband between his disappearance and his body being found in the woods. But he was a drunk no one misses him. Dolly swears she never did anything against her loved ones. (He wasn't a loved one though, and her name is still whispered in awe by those who need to find strength to leave back in her mountain community)

Dolly enacts vigilante justice in a fun way. She's as likely to deck you as she is to give you an effective lecture.

(You might be wondering, how is a 75 year old woman going to deck someone built like Batman? Even if she's in good shape her bones and muscles are going to be weaker.

The answer is her healing power works quickly so any damage she sustains is handled at rates that the Lazarus pit are jealous of so she doesn't bother to hold back. This Woman is wrestling goats and moving bales of hay. She's strong. Also people don't expect it so she has the element of practice AND surprise)

She was wild when she was young, flaming red hair always announcing her arrival. She used to mud wrestle, she won a bull riding competition in high school dressed as a boy to prove a point

Dolly is really good at herbal medicine

Her children and grandchildren got the meta genes, her son and granddaughter are psychic while her daughter and grandson have healing magic.

She just drops random lore at any given time.

The reason she look so young and is in almost suspiciously good shape even for an active elder is actually her healing powers!

She was called a Granny Witch back home, it wasn't a power it was a GIFT (had she had a power like flying or something it would have been witchcraft and that is BAD back there and then)

Had a pet racoon for a while.

Is a HELL of a shot, but prefers not to use guns these days.

She went to her first pride with her granddaughter and she cried because she had never seen so many people accepting of such things at once. To see parents with their kids was a lot and she was happy.

[heliological]

end of 2023 fanworks recs

Inspired by @inimitablereel, here are some fanworks posted this year that I liked. They're a wild mix of fandoms and not in any order, enjoy

[fic] Well I hate to say it, Edgeworth, but this could have been an email by I_Met_A_Girl (Ace Attorney, 1.6k)

strong contender for best fanfic title 2k23. I love it when timeskip narumitsu is awkward and terrible <3 miles edgeworth is uncomfortable to be around <3

[vid] I got mine by inimitablereel (DMBJ)

PANGZI VID. VID OF ALL TIME TO ME. I can't be coherent about it bc I am just overcome with love for pangzi whenever I see it!!! he's a badass…he cooks dinner…iron triangle bumping their heads together…what more could you need

[animatic] Partizan anime fanvid by fanyeline (FatT)

I have watched this on loop an unreal number of times. i love gur's spooky ghost spider robot eyes and the "my baby's got a gun" section (balence...)

[fic] Ready for Love by idiopathicsmile (Singin' in the Rain, 13k)

If you're reading this post and you haven't already read this fic, what are you doing? who doesn't need Singin' in the Rain ot3 in their life

[fic? ttrpg] Poisonous Pilfering - A Qi Ye TTRPG by deepestbluesky (Qi Ye, 1.2k)

Always a big fan of ttrpgs as a fan work. this is a very cute and silly one where you play as Wu Xi's sable and possibly other animals

[vid] brave as a noun and stabbed to death outside san juan by antediluvianapocalypse (RGU)

antediluvianapocalypse makes utena amvs at a absolutely wild pace and they also cater deeply to my personal music taste with their song choices. love what they are bringing to the table. these two (about shiori and saionji respectively) stuck with me

[vid] Puberty is….Weird by keiichiface (Mob Psycho 100)

Cheekface vid!!!! big year for people making vids to obscure artists I like. this one's a delight though, great tonal match with mp100 and incorporating dogs from other anime is a super funny solution to the problem of how many of the lyrics are about dogs

[fic] this diary belongs to Clementine Kesh by meowclops (FatT, 1.2k)

god's greatest mistake and a very special girl writes a diary very sporadically throughout her childhood (relatable.) The edited images/handwriting/little kid drawings add so much to this, it's really fun

[vid] 4:00am (lord give me one more chance) by mimikyuno

utena and pmmm is always a good combo and this amv found so many neat visual parallels. super pretty, sometimes u just gotta be a teen lesbian and destroy the world

[vid] You Belong With Me by Lil' Apple (The Untamed)

moving. powerful.

(vaguely ghost trick spoilers idk maybe) I feel like fanart doesn't normally doesn't make it into these types of lists bc it tends to be a little more ephemeral but I do also want to shout out this ghost trick art by tumblr user timestables bc I think about it daily

[jadcnlapointe]

bluebird cafe !

admittedly, clementine’s apartment didn’t always have the best wifi. it would have made sense for her to upgrade, given that her entire career was tied to the soft whirs of wires, yet she was still sat in one of the corner tables with a tepid cup of coffee and a half-nibbled pastry. “i swear, if i lose this project…” they mumbled under their breath, directed at nobody in particular, “oh, you piece of—for the amount apple charges for these things, you’d think they’d actually work when you want them to. at least half the time anyway.” @nottinghillstarters

[eastofedean]

Thank you so much for tagging me @bozuri !

Last song: women's jeans by xambassors (made me go fucking insane ngl)

Favourite color: green

Currently watching: supernatural s5 (I'm rewatching the show with my sister who, on the other hand, has never seen it)

Last movie: my darling clementine

Sweet/savory/spicy: savoury (even tho I would never say no to my mother's apple pie)

Current obsession: probably leaving everything behind to move and start working on a farm or something (I'm kidding....or am I), my best friend dean and his mirrors (i wish i was kidding), music (I really want to start collecting cds again, I used to burn them myself but that's another story), films, east of eden (always on my mind)

I'm tagging: @turtles-on-turts , @brucefuckingspringsteen , @professuntothelord, @dykeydean and @letmeblued (feel free to ignore this tho!)

[stimming4dayz]

I'm a fruit fiend so here's an attempt

Easy Snacking:

Apples (apple cutters make this 10x easier, also can be dipped in almost anything you want, I love adding a slice of cheddar and honey on mine, favorite type is honey crisp)

Pears (same as apple, but if you just aren't an apple fan, my favorites are bosc and asian pears! both are soft, crunchy, and sweet)

Cherries (if you like "meatier" textures they're great but best to get when they're actually in season, they do have pits if that's a turn off

Grapes (for extra texture freeze them!)

Berries in general: blueberries, raspberries, strawberries, blackberries, etc (I won't lie, not my favorite due to seeds, but my siblings loves them for the seeds

Clementines/Tangerines/Mandarins (I'm gonna be so honest I can't tell the difference between the three, but any of them are better than oranges in my opinion: easy to peel and sweeter)

Pomegranate Seeds (buy them from the store and skip the hastle of cutting one)

Raw Coconut (easy snacking if you buy it precut from the store like me, otherwise it's more of a hassle. it tends to be a required taste as people tend to either love or hate it, I'd describe it as chewy and weirdly dry and wet at the same time)

Figs (I love the flavor but their mushy texture can be off putting at times, I usually have to be in the mood to eat them raw)

Lychee (maybe the least "easy" on this list but still pretty low effort, sweet but mild and not overpowering, texture is similar to a grape)

Persimmons (these are one of my all time favorites. depending on ripeness they're either crunchier with a more subtle sweet flavor, or mushier with a sweeter one (I prefer them crunchy)

Cutting Required (I use fruit cutters for many of these, but there's a variety of way you can cut them, find what works best for you):

Mango (I cute them by cutting off sides around the pit then dicing them so that it doesn't cut the skin, allowing you to bite off cubes while holding the outside(horrible explanation but if you look up how to cut one you'll see it)

Pineapple (another fruit that can be made easier by getting a fruit cutter, pineapple cutters cut out the core and make a cute spiral so it's fun to eat as well! listen, if a cutter makes it easier to eat what you like, and you have the money, get it!)

Mangosteen (don't be fooled by the name, I'd describe it as a love child of lychee and pomegranate. the outside it hard so can be a bit annoying to eat for a small fruit but in my opinion worth the pay off)

Pomegranate (if you don't want to buy just the seeds you can always cut it yourself! my sister prefers it this way)

Dragon Fruit (seedy, but a very mild flavor)

Papaya (not my favorite, but my mom could eat these for a week straight. also! the seeds are great for cooking)

Watermelon

Cantaloupe (my favorite melon)

Honeydew

"Meatier" Textures:

Mango

Cherries

Persimmons

Papaya

Cantaloupe

Peaches

Apricots

Crunchy Textures:

Apples

Pears

Watermelon

Pineapple

Softer/Mushier Textures:

Grapes

Bananas

Figs

Lychee

Mangosteen

Dragon Fruit

Passion Fruit

Dried Fruits (best of you can get without added sugar)

Raisins

Dried Cranberries (I eat these with cheddar and cashews)

Dried Mango

Banana Leather (Trader Joe's used to have great dried and pressed bananas, I don't think they sell it anymore unfortunately)

Dried Persimmons

Dried Apricots

Crunchy Snacks

Freeze Dried Apples

Freeze Dried Strawberries

Banana Chips

Sweets

Banana Bread

1 Ingredient Banana Ice Cream (a summertime favorite and super easy)

Berry or Mango Parfait (greek yogurt and honey are great if you're trying to get the most nutrients)

Homemade Popsicles (just squeeze some fruits and/or berries of your choosing and freeze them, add juice if you like)

i mean this in the gentlest way possible: you need to eat vegetables. you need to become comfortable with doing so. i do not care if you are a picky eater because of autism (hi, i used to be this person!), you need to find at least some vegetables you can eat. find a different way to prepare them. chances are you would like a vegetable you hate if you prepared it in a stew or roasted it with seasoning or included it as an ingredient in a recipe. just. please start eating better. potatoes and corn are not sufficient vegetables for a healthy diet.

[arctic-space-penguin]

The Ultimate Ace Yarrow 'Character Card'

(will be updated)

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General Info:

Name: Ace Yarrow Age: 15 (show) and 17 (movie) Best Friends: Hope, Leo, Donnie Friends: Mikey, Raph, Cass, April, Casey Jr Relationship(s): Donnie Family: Mom, Dad, older sister Clementine Loves: cooking, Donnie :)), spending time with family and friends Likes: his older sister, visiting the surface + Donnie's home, Hope Dislikes: messes, cleaning messes specifically made by others, seeing people close to him get hurt Songs that Represent him:

This or That Questions:

1. Playlists or podcasts? A: Podcasts (especially cooking ones while cooking) 2. Shoes or slippers? A: Shoes 3. Pork or beef? A: Pork 4. Swimming pool or beach? A: Pool 5. Fruits or vegetables? A: Vegetables 6. Cats or dogs? A: Dogs, duh 7. Summer or winter? A: Winter 8. Salt or pepper? A: Salt 9. Cash or cards? A: Cash 10. Cookies or chips? A: Cookies 11. Soda or juice? A: Juice (He'd share juiceboxes with Donnie all day if it meant not having to have soda lol) 12. Farm or city? A: City 13. Text or call? A: Text 14. New phone or new clothes? A: Depends 15. Black or white? A: White 16. Driver or passenger? A: Passenger 17. Laptop or tablet? A: Tablet 18. Comedy or Horror? A: Comedy 19. Beer or wine? A: Wine 20. Dine in or dine out? A: Dine in 21. Movies or TV shows? A: Movies 22. iOS or Android? A: iOS 23. Waffles or pancakes? A: Pancakes 24. Rain or snow? A: Rain 25. Love or money? A: Love 26. Ice or fire? A: Ice 27. Curly or straight? A: Curly 28. Oranges or apples? A: Apples 29. Sweet or salty? A: Sweet 30. Trucks or cars? A: Trucks 31. Lunch or dinner? A: Lunch 32. Weekends or weekdays? A: Weekends 33. Pizza or pasta? A: Depends 34. Friends or family? A: Family 35. Boys or girls? A: Both, he's bi 36. Fiction or non-fiction? A: Non-fiction 37. Skiing or snowboarding? A: Skiing 38. Red wine or white wine? A: Depends on if he doesn't want it to show the next day 39. Singing in the shower or singing in the car? A: Both 40. Organized or messy? A: Organized

Vine that represents him:

(yes i think it's funny if he can't insult someone for shit, don't judge me)

Summary: (Up to end of movie)

Ace was born and raised in the Hidden City. At around the time he was five, his mom and dad had him in the kitchen, and by the time he was eleven had him working as a waiter in their restaurant. There are times he felt burdened by his work, especially when he had to watch over his (autistic, hehe, shut up) older sister when their parent's were away just in case something happened. His whole life changed when Donnie came through the restaurant's doors dragged by Hope and Leo. He only wanted to know more about Donnie after initially meeting him and was able to through Hope getting Leo to convince Donnie to go back to the restaurant. Eventually, after about a month and a half of them doing that, they were able to express their feelings to one another. Ace really didn't like being stuck underground on lockdown when the invasion started, having no idea what Donnie was doing or going through. Only when the lockdown was lifted and he could see Donnie was okay did Ace relax.

Good Future Summary:

Ace was upset at the very least to learn what happened in Casey Jr's future. He was glad he was able to contribute in a positive way toward the Resistance, but he mourned the Donnie that died in that timeline. Following the invasion in his timeline, he convinced his parents to let him stay in the Hamato's home until everything settled down (which leads to a LOT of cute cuddly moments you KNOW i'll be writing about later). Before Ace had to go home again, he was able to help Hope get over what Leo did and help Donnie not think about what happened with/because of his previous Technodrome connection and forced disconnection + the panic attacks, seizures, and attempts at recalling Donnie got every so often. Although it was weird to have an older version of one of his best friends there too...

Bad Future Summary:

This invasion took a toll on Ace's mental and physical states. He barely held it together after his parents and sister died. After a month, he lost his passion for cooking (more reasons than just the lack of options now). Fortunately, he was able to help in other ways, like care of the kids while their parents went on scouting missions and things like that. He had been doing fine up until about a year before Leo and Mikey sent Jr back into the past. If people thought he lost his mind when his parents and sister died, it was way worse when Donnie died. Ace secluded himself in Donnie's makeshift lab for weeks on end and wouldn't come out, even for food. He liked to rewatch some of Donnie's recordings during these times, which kept him from just surrendering to the Krang. Hope was thankfully able to reconcile him, albeit barely. Ace ended up dying along with April during the execution of the plan that sent Jr (and Hope) back into the past.

Voice Claim:

[twistednuns]

October 2024

Kissing.

Meeting Sri in Würzburg. A calm train ride and ancient trams. Working in harmony. Learning. Accepting that our exercises won't be perfect but they'll be good enough.

Reading so much. I just finished Alice Hoffman's Practical Magic series.

C. went to the bakery to buy dessert and asked me what I was in the mood for (creamy and fruity). No special occasion. Such a treat.

Visiting the garden exhibition with Tine. Overseeing Lian's playground time, giving him little challenges. Walking back after sunset with a cup of warm Chai Masala in my hands. Staged photographs.

Feeling very patient and calm. Taking the time to explain something thoroughly, playing a 4 hour board game; enough energy to manage my emotions and even go grocery shopping.

Heart-shaped pink Begonia blossoms.

Marjolien and Tobi visiting us for dinner. I made a yummy pasta bake. And pumpkin quiche the next day.

Quality time with Findus, the cutest of the cuties. He's so gentle and playful.

Fast-acting nasal spray.

My cozy, autumnal mood. The light just after dawn - foggy and high-contrast. Taking an additional soft blanket to bed. Pumpkin Spice porridge with apple slices.

Realising that I need stillness to get in touch with what I need and come back to myself. I even drew two matching OSHO Zen cards: Patience and Success.

A full day of consistent energy.

I went to Schauburg theatre with Becky to see Die kleine Hexe and loved the play. The witches' costumes, dances and the eerie music were perfect and the guy who spoke everyone's lines was so funny. And time with Becky is always so nice. She really is one of the best friends I have.

Support from a few people in my Gestalt therapy group after I shared the news about my current situation. Talking to Markus who's been through the same shit as me. Feeling hopeful.

A blind intuitive touch exercise with Friederike. I felt very comfortable with her, especially when she put pressure on me and held me.

I found a postcard with a beautiful text from a local Gestalt therapist: Lass es sein.

A moment when I realised that my was body annoying me - which meant that I was actually IN my body at the time! And it was so much easier to be present and look at people!

More self-diagnosis: I'm a Highly Sensitive Person and a High Sensation Seeker, possible also highly intelligent. Which explains my contradictory nature. I need to rest AND I'm easily bored. Understimulation is just as stressful to me as overstimulation. Which probably means that what I've experienced at work is a qualitative bore-out, not a burn-out. I need more excitement and challenges in my life! I want to learn and apply my creativity. I want to stop all the hesitation and avoidance to find the courage to create the circumstances I need to thrive!

I took the same road to my seminar on Saturday and Sunday and on both days a kitty was waiting in the same spot. It talked to me and allowed me to pet it. A blessing for the day!

Doing improv comedy. I completely over-acted like the little drama queen that I am and made people laugh. I was surprised by how much fun I had!

Noticing that my jungly, artsy apartment is so me. I feel quite at home here.

Roasted cauliflower with lemon, garlic mayo and feta. A clementine and a crisp apple with tahini for dessert.

Writing a letter about fall vibes, sending witchy novels to a friend.

Going to the supermarket for some fruit and milk just to find my favorite snack of all time on the shelf: Smash. Highly addictive. So tasty.

Painting at C.'s kitchen table while waiting for him. Listening to podcasts. Switching to illustration when abstract painting felt a little frustrating.

The moment when all that talk about problems and negativity switched to playfulness and we started laughing, teasing each other, interacting freely and joyfully.

Cuddles from Andrea after a boring choir meeting.

All the yellow flowers I keep seeing at the moment. Whole fields of late-blooming canola and sunflowers.

Revisiting an old favourite after lunch with Frank at Café Beethoven: hot chocolate with whipped cream and sea salt.

An extra blanket in bed.

Journalling.

Crisp, tart apples.

Fall colours. Leaves in all shades of yellow, orange and red. Muted greens and browns.

Driving towards the bright full moon illuminating my path.

Double trouble with the kitten bois trying to "help" me with the laundry.

A weekend with Christian and his housemates. Cooking together, long walks in the mountains and along a lake, playing games and getting to know each other a little better. Feeling really happy even though it wasn't always easy. Perhaps living in community really has its benefits.

Consoling C.'s son, making him laugh.

Squeezing into a small hostel bed together. Occasional touches, smiles and winks.

Austrian supermarkets.

C. remembered my story about chest pockets and surprised me with a little heart doodle in his shirt pocket. He also left a lovely note for me on his kitchen table in the morning.

Feeling euphoric. Loved. Cared for. When he massaged me. Told me to take it slow. Pinched me. Kissed me. I told him it was the best sex I'd ever had and meant it.

Walking through the forest looking for mushrooms. Stepping on huge puffballs, also finding several edible ones. Spooking a few kittens. The late afternoon light coming in through the trees. Eye contact with a horse.

All three kitten bois asking for attention at the same time.

Hugging my Gestalt therapist.

Stumbling upon Wood Soup Girl's ASMR videos.

Snake-like movements in yoga class. So good for my spine.

Celia reaching out to me with her vision of a collaboration. I have so many thoughts about community, working with purpose, helping yourself and others. Is this the time to start something big?

Painting on a stone. Just because.

Making coconut sticky rice with frozen mango cubes.

A relaxed vision after yoga class: imagining spending some time with my mum in the forest. Hugging, feeling and smelling each other. Encouragement and smiles. Wrapping our arms around a tree.

Talking to Miri and Lucie about late career changes, crisis, and accepting help.

Waking up with the impulse to do weight training. So I did. I even practiced with my FeetUp trainer and went for a long walk through the forest. An old man greeted me and made me smile. A magic moment: I thought about a cat I'd sometimes met on the street I was on and right that second a beautiful red cat came out of a driveway. Kitty manifestation.

Coming home. Taking a shower. Lying down. Feeling the warm, soft blankets. Relaxing.

Hanging out at Frank's place like in the good old times with Fabi, Marie and Christian.

Planting 22 fruit trees with Christian's neighbors and two cats. It was hard work I'm not used to but I had fun nevertheless!

Doing breathwork together. We both had a beautiful journey! I drew a mandala card before and after: gratitude - follow your bliss.

Enjoying each other's presence. Cuddles, fantasies, fun, lots of healing touch. Our last weekend together before my month in the clinic. At one point he picked me up from the bathroom door singing Heal the World, dragging me along into a little dance.

Meeting beautiful Celia. Walking over to Westpark together. Talking about our lessons, difficulties, visions. Making plans. Mercury in Gemini team!

A little test from the Universe demonstrating that I'm not as well as I thought I was. One little problem and I'm nervous, afraid, helpless. However, I managed the crisis and was rewarded with a graceful solution.

Doodling faces. Using my sketchbook. It felt nice.

Smelling the cat's earthy toe beans. Cute aggression is real.

Holding hands with L. when he came into our bed in the morning. Getting up with him. Starting to build a marble run out of cardboard.

My huge room at the clinic. The fantastic food. Good company.

Showing my vulnerability openly by asking for help with something as simple as the candy in my mini bar.

Realizing that other people don't perceive me as awkward and incompetent. Quite the opposite actually. It's all in my head.

[ericsonclan]

Hey guys! Remember me? xD

Yeaaah, I was a little busy, school, drawing, work, life in general, but I played TWDG again with my lil' sister and got some questions, I'd like to ask you. If you still take requests, maybe you do a christmas break or something similar ^^

Sooooo, the questioooons:

-My sister and I argued a lot about that fight Clem had with Marlon. We like it, it's just a bit short in our opinion, but my sister always complains about how fast Clem can beat Marlon, like he's some pushover compared to other enemies we encounter in the game (or games in general). And in my opinion, he's got a little handicap there, being at the edge of a real breakdown, a physical breakdown too. It's not really animated, but winning a duel with shaking hands is, eh... hard xD Anyway, my question is, do you think, Marlon would be able to beat Clem in a real fight, when he's got his head in the game? He took to kicks from her straight to the guts and didn't faint immediately, for which I'm blaming the adrenaline, but it's still a little impressive, didn't expect that from him, hehe

-What do you think the Ericson Kid's favorite meals were, before they had to rely on a little bit of soup? Imagine Omar having a real kitchen in there, man....

-Welllll, who do you think would be the most motivated for Christmas? My personal guess is Louis, but also secretly Violet, because maybe she just doesn't want to show how much she really loves the affection they all give each other then...

-When you look at the Ericson Kids, which music genre pops up in your mind? For real, I got a whole part of my Drawing Music Album for each of my favorites, if I don't listen to that while drawing them, I won't ever get it right xD Drew Marlon and AJ the other day and my god, I never listend to Metal for such a long time. That's six hours straight, Sabaton, Metallica, Man 'o War, Metal Covers....

-Rather an awkward question, but my sister wanted me to ask, so here it is - You think there's anyone who doesn't like hot chocolate? Almost all of them are kids, sooo... there's not much chance, but my sister said she can't see Aasim drink hot chocolate for some reason, weird, I know xD

Alright, that's it from me for now!

Wish you all the best and happy holidays! Stay safe!

Our requests are always open and we're happy to answer more questions.

For the first question Marlon vs Clem who would win in a fight: We think that Clementine would still win. We think that Marlon would put up a pretty decent fight but since Clementine has had to experience more life or death situations and has gotten into more fights so she has the skills needed to win.

Oh man Omar with a real kitchen then the Ericson kids would really be having feasts every day.

Let's see favorite meals or food...

Clementine: She loves pancakes specifically chocolate chip pancakes. She could eat those all day every day

Louis: Those PB & J's uncrustables. Definitely not what people would think is rich people food and isn't but Louis loved to buy some and stealthily eating them in his room

AJ: Ants on a log, that snack with celery that has peanut butter and raisins on them

Violet: Chicken nuggets but that's the obvious choice given you can hear about it in the game so we're also gonna add Craft Mac and Cheese. It was one of her comfort foods growing up

Marlon: Meatloaf, specifically his mom's meatloaf. He'd claim it was the best meal in the world and he would be lying if he said he didn't miss it when he got sent to Ericson

Brody: Fruit salad it's something fresh and sweet and she liked switching the fruits ever now and again when it was made

Mitch: Burgers. He loves them especially bacon burgers. He'd punch someone in the face for a bacon burger

Willy: Applesauce he loved it before the apocalypse happened and he was dancing on the picnic tables when he learned that they could use the apples from the apple tree they had to make some for everyone. He also liked those beef sticks that you can get at the checkout at grocery stores he'd scarf those up like there's no tomorrow

Tenn: Peanut butter, banana and honey sandwiches that was his go to and he could eat them for the rest of his life

Omar: Brussel sprouts with candied bacon. His grandma had a great recipe for them and he always wishes that he could make them again some day

Sophie: Grilled cheese sandwiches. Damn she loved that food and she had suggest at one point that they make the trek out to the nearest town in hopes of finding ingredients for it

Minnie: Not a meal but she loves gummy worms and would always be snacking on them while she worked on her music

Ruby: BBQ and all the fixin's. Ribs, brisket, pulled pork she loves it all

Aasim: Lamb vindaloo it was something that he grew up on and his mom always made so it has a special place in his heart

Who's motivated the most for Christmas: Louis for sure he only keeps track of days so he knows when holidays, birthdays and anniversaries are. Ruby absolutely loves decorating and loves all that Christmas time symbolizes. Brody is in a similar vein with that and finds wintertime magical. Violet also really loves Christmas even if she couldn't do much to celebrate it growing up. She'd mainly spend the day with her grandparents and mom and had a small celebration. So she was surprised when Louis brought up the idea that they should celebrate Christmas even after the world had ended but she was glad that he did.

Okay music genres. I don't know if we have specific ones for all the Ericson kids so we might just add a few here for what we associate them with

Marlon: Classic Rock: Queen, The Who, The Doors music like that. To us he just gives those vibes

Louis: Classical music and really soft and cheesy love songs

Ruby: Country Music

Violet: Not a genre but usually quiet or somber music

This is an interesting question I'd say most of all the kids like or love hot chocolate. We agree that Aasim wouldn't be the biggest fan of it but he'd probably drink it around Ruby since she loves it.

Thanks for the ask and we hope you had a safe and fun holiday!

[clockwayswrites]

Chapter 9

“You always make the best waffles Hood,” Steph said as she stuffed another syrupy piece into her mouth. She carefully kept her attention on Jay and Cass and away from Danny, who still seemed to be mostly hiding under his mop of black hair at the other side of the table. “Don’t lie to me,” Jay said. “I know what diner you go to every chance that you get to have waffles. You love those more than mine.” “No,” Steph whined, looking longingly at the waffle Jay was taking out of the iron right then. “That’s like asking someone to pick between apples and oranges! Or at least oranges and clementines! Diner waffles are working with a whole different set up then your waffles. Those are my favorite diner waffles but yours are my favorite at home waffles. Different things Hood, different things.” Jay rolled his eyes and handed over the waffle.

[josefina-cruz]

Being away from your besties is a personal kind of hell. Especially when you’re hardly ever away from them. Noa, Jo, and Clementine have been joined at the hip since they were young enough to start remembering things. Only a few times had they been under circumstances like this, so separated. Except now there was not even a hope of when they might fall together again. Or even if. There is still a very really chance that Jo could die without ever seeing her best friends again.

Knowing that Noa has not died is at least a pretty positive thing. Knowing that things are about to get even messier, though, well that feels pretty fucking bad. Jo’s also pretty irritated about how in the dark she’s been kept on everything even though they’re probably going to have to step into her soul to make this stupid thing work.

Thankfully, her girls are rockstars. They’re okay. They’re going to make it. And that’s enough to at least keep her worries down for the time being. And when she texts Clementine for a hopeful phone call, the FaceTime message that comes through is even better.

“My baby! How are you? How is Noa?” she’s trying her best to keep her same attitude, to not make it obvious how fucked up she is about this personally. “Hopefully sleeping after how hellish this week has been. What’s new at the KL though? Other than I heard Connor made cute apples and I missed it.”

[wish-i-wasnt-a-coward]

Hate and Honesty

a/n: well hello, be ya didn’t expect to see me!!! I’m on vacation rn and I had time to write on the plane. Sooo here it is, I’m trying to work around the new apple update (that’s why tags will now have ‘’ around them) but I think I’ll be ok. wishing all who celebrate a happy cristmas and those who don’t a happy December. Also i combined two requests from @rad-victoriam and @dragonindigo245. Thank you both so much for the requests!!!!!!!!!!! Hope you enjoy.

Pairings: Roceit!

Warnings: ‘transphobia’, ‘homophobia’, sodomy mention, arrest mention, self doubt, coming out, misgendering (before coming out), angst with a happy ending, unsupportive parents, and stupid dumb people.

word count: 1,477

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Ruth considered herself very lucky to have Janus.

He was the definition of a gentleman and the two got along splendidly. Ruth had been tremendously worried about when she first received news of the engagement., but it had worked out quite well.

On the second day of their engagement, he had revealed that he was capable of loving both men and women.

And that, should Ruth take issue with that, he would do his best to keep her at an arm’s length. Ruth had thanked him for his honesty and come to respect him for his strength.

Her respect for him only made Ruth’s dilemma harder to handle.

But she was fine, this was fine. Candlelight reflected all too brightly in Ruth’s eyes, her dress was itchy and tight, breathing was difficult.

She was about to alert her husband to her distress when she was interrupted by a light gasp.

“Mrs. Kingsley?” Ruth fought the shudder that built up in her chest. She turned slowly, pleading that it wasn’t who she thought it was. But there stood Mrs. Clemintine Oakly.

Janus shifted slightly, his eyes glittered angrily at Clementine and he tightened his grip on Ruth’s arm. She appreciated the gesture.

Ruth took a deep breath and armed herself with a fake smile and sunny deposition. “Ohhh, Mrs. Oakley! It’s been so long. I had begun to think we had driven you away after the, er- our last dinner”

Her eyes flicked towards Janus who was suppressing a laugh. The last time Clemintine had been at their home she had insulted Ruth and Janus had, quite literally, driven her out. But Mrs. Oakley just smiled.

“Nonsense, nothing could keep me away from such a cute couple. Your mother has been asking after you” Ruth fought down another shudder, “Have you heard from your brother? Last I heard he was still galavanting across the states!” she laughed shrilly.

Janus inhaled sharply but Ruth put her hand on his arm. “You certainly haven’t changed since we saw you last,” Ruth said, still smiling uncomfortably.

Clementine smiled, honey-sweet, “and you are as lovely as ever, how is it being the wife of such an established man! I should hope it’s going well, though I haven’t heard any word of a baby Kingsly on the way.”

Ruth could feel the bile in her throat, “I’ve never been happier, though I can assure you, should we be impoverished and starving I would be just as happy.”

Mrs. Oakley raised her eyebrows, “Mmm, I’m sure you would.” The look Janus sent her was absolutely blistering but she ignored it.

“Well I’m glad for you. It must have been quite difficult for your parents to find a match for someone like yourself”

Janus opened his mouth, no doubt to make a scene but was interrupted. “Thank you Mrs. Oakly. Though I am quite certain your opinion was not asked for nor wanted”

Ruth inhaled deeply, “It was lovely to see you” She said stiffly and left her husband to gape.

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It was a beautiful clear night. The garden below the balcony glistened in the moonlight and fireflies danced through leaves. The night air was cool and brushed against Ruth’s skin lovingly.

If it was a normal night Janus and she would be home, reading or in the gardens, or talking about something that made Ruth a little tired thinking about it.

She loved her life with him, And she knew that as horrible as Clemintine was, she was right in the sense that not many men would want to marry Ruth.

She had always been an oddity. Never taking interest in much of what her sisters did and instead spent her time with her twin brother.

At the age of 7, she cut off all her hair and at the age of 11 wore pants out of the house a total of 16 times. Ruth had the scars to prove it.

Her parents had hated her.

But not as much as they hated her twin brother.

He had been Ruth’s best friend growing up, her partner in crime, the one person she trusted. But it had been three months since she had heard from him.

It wasn’t Remus’ fault, not at all. It was their parents’ doing.

Remus had been on a trip to a nabjoring kingdom when on the joury back he was arrested for sodomy.

Their parents had been mortified. They bailed Remus out of jail and bribed every member of the jury until he was found not guilty.

They then placed both twins on house arrest and increased the pursuit of a husband for Ruth. That was when Janus had entered their lives.

Her brother had screamed for hours when he found out. He knew he wouldn’t be able to help if she was unsafe or hurt by the marriage.

Their parents didn’t care. She would be bringing the family wealth and redeeming their name after the disaster that was her brother.

The marriage had taken place, Ruth Castello became Ruth Kingsly.

Remus hadn’t been allowed to attend. His outburst had been the last straw, a few weeks after the wedding he was sent off to America. The twin’s contact was reduced to letters.

Without Janus, Ruth would be a miserable shell of a person. But now she has two best friends.

“She shouldn’t be able to talk to you like that” the man in question ranted angrily joining Ruth on the balcony, “Darling it’s not that big a deal,” Ruth said softly.

Janus looked pained, “it hurts you.” Ruth laughed, “Thank you for caring, but worry not! I’ve endured much worse with a smile”

Her husband wordlessly wrapped her in a hug. “Doesn't make it ok” he mumbled, Ruth hugged him back fiercely, “I know dear. Do you want to go home?” Janus nodded “Well let’s go then!”

The carriage ride home was nice, Janus tucked his head against her shoulder and dozed off a little. Giving Ruth time to think.

After her brother’s arrest, she had been doing that a lot. Remus had talked about the people he had met on his trip, those that presented as male and female, or neither.

That was when the first inkling of gender non-conformity had been planted in her mind, or perhaps more accurately, his mind.

He had always felt a little off with the feminization his parents put him through as a kid but had brushed it off as a rebellious spirit or a weird mood.

He knew Janus would be kind, he always was, but heavy anxiety had settled over the entire ordeal.

The carriage pulled to a stop in front of his estate. He didn’t need to fake a smile, the manor was lovely. Absolutely everything he had dreamed of as a kid, with a perfect prince charming to sweep him off his feet.

Janus groggily followed his husband into the drawing-room. Rubbing his eyes, sleepy as the man closed the door behind them.

“Are you ok sweetheart?” Janus asked. “Yes, of course, I just- I need to tell you something” he took a deep breath.

“I don’t want to be your wife anymore”

Janus was fully awake now, his face paled and tears welled in his golden eyes. “Oh.” Janus said quietly, “Ok. what do you need me-”

“Oh god no! I still want to be married to you. I just don’t want to be your wife” he explained frantically.

The pain fell away from Janus’ face, and the joyful realization replaced it, “oh thank god. I- goodness you scared me” Janus’ spouse buried his face in his hands. “I’m sorry- this is going terribly”

“No, it’s not,” Janus reassured, “So you don’t want to be my wife, is spouse ok?”

“Yeah... and husband”

Janus smiled, “what pronouns do you use?”

“He/him”

“Thank you, dear, I’m so very proud of you. Have you thought about a name?”

“Um, I- yeah. Roman. It- well when I was little whenever my brother and I played I would always be prince, or knight, Roman. I figured it’d be fitting”

Roman sniffed and tried to blink away the tears welling in his eyes.

“Thank you for trusting me dearest,” Janus said softly. Roman looked back up at him, tears rolling down his face. “You still love me?” he asked almost in a whisper.

“Of course, a billion times over” Janus cried, pulling Roman into a hug. “I will always love you no matter who you are or what you do. You’re my husband” Roman sobbed and clung to Janus’ shirt, Janus held him tightly.

Neither planned on letting go any time soon.

[starilicious]

the bad batch shopping at the mall: a headcanon

》 word count: ~675 words

》 a/n: this is my first try at a hc, so i would certainly appreciate any feedback! i'm still trying to get a feel for each character's personality to improve my writing, which is why some of these may seem more ooc than i want it to. also, i have no idea how i even thought of this extremely random idea but nonetheless, i hope you like it!

echo:

HE'S GONNA CARRY ALL THE BAGS

BC HE IS SUCH A GENTLEMAN

u can't change my mind about that

he's got soft boyfriend vibes but also the mom that has clementines/mandarins in their lunchbag no matter the time of day vibes

he's the one that looks fondly at his family and is so happy to be with them

he'll follow the batch wherever they go, to whatever store they want, and won't complain a bit

tech:

immediately beelines for the microsoft store to play around with their newest VR headset, change my mind

like he would 100% ditch his family with no hesitation (don’t all siblings do this tbh)

could stay in that xbox room in the back of the store for hours and not get bored

would definitely talk to the store representatives about the best new gadget to buy

but he’s already done his research and just wanted to experience the product and talk to someone knowledgeable about it because he’s so excited

then he goes to the apple store because it’s the sexy of the technology world

i said what i said

he’d ogle at all the latest updates and want to know everything about all the new products and how they can help him in his work (software engineer or computer systems analyst for sure)

omega:

would drag the entire bad batch to the build-a-bear workshop store and keep tugging on hunter’s hand to buy one

of course he would give in to her demand and then she squeals with excitement and runs into the store

like the sweetheart she is, she'd make one that was inclusive of everyone’s traits so that they could all share the bear together

she would accompany tech to the microsoft store and they would just play on the xbox together and make it a competition

and he would tell her about all the cool updates and she would be happy to listen to him

omega has so much energy that everyone would be tired running after her and just tell her to play in the play area with the other kids while they get some rest

crosshair would recommend getting her a leash

like those cute backpack animal ones even though omega is way too old for that HAHA

hunter:

such a DAD

would carry omega’s backpack or purse (because she wants to feel grown up) but it hinders her ability to run around and play

honestly would follow omega around till the end of the world (galaxy)

definitely vibing and chilling with echo for a good duration of the trip

wrecker:

100% sticking with omega the entire time, there's no doubt about it

he would offer suggestions for how to dress up omega's bad batcher bear

it would be a very serious discussion

they’d discuss all the outfits, different activities they can do with the bear, etc.

BRO–anything omega shows mild interest in, wrecker would buy it for her because he just loves her so much and wants her to be happy (which is completely understandable)

crosshair:

lowkey had to be dragged out of the house to come shopping

i feel like he would stick with tech the whole time

but he’s VERY aware of his surroundings and his family–being attentive and tuned into his environment is very natural to him. it’s like breathing.

if anyone so much as looks their way to bother them in any manner while they're shopping, cross would give them his iconic death stare and that person (read: the store associate) would probably melt on the spot from sheer fright

after they leave one store or another, crosshair makes a mental list of what each person wanted to buy but ended up not doing so

and then at the end, he’ll say he wants to go check something out really fast, goes back to those stores, and buys it for them because he cares

he certainly wouldn’t ever admit that though

i dare say he would roll his eyes and wave it off if anyone voiced their appreciation and thanks LOL

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