#Grandma and Grandpa

[adaisyfever]

Blooming flower 2

Pairing: hyunjin x female reader (y/n)

(A/n):this will contain (baby, babe, sweet cake, and darling) fluff

You and hyunjin started dating and yall were sitting on the roof of your house together and looking at the sunset, sipping boba. You guys were talking about y’all’s future….

“Babe, what if where not together in the future….” Says y/n

Huynjin’s cups your face, he point your face towards his “baby, that won’t happen I promise…” he sticks his pinky finger out to you..

Y/n was reluctant but she did stuck her pinky finger out and puts it with Hyunjins before squeezing his and smiling.

He smiled and held y/n hand while sipping his boba and looking at the sunset, y/n was just looking at him afraid to let go of his hand because she felt that if she did she would lose the most sweetest, handsome, romantic person in her life.

She looked back into the sunset again and drunk her boba.

3 hours later

They went down to have dinner with y/n’s parents and siblings (willow- youngest, ace-oldest, Dylan- second oldest).

They sat at the table, Willow and Dylan just kept talking to Hyunjin calling him handsome or cool Hyunjin was laughing and smiling, y/n was glad that Hyunjin was having fun.

It hasn’t been long since y/n and Huynjin started dating, it has been 4 months.

“Huynjin held y/n’s hand and smiled while talking to her and smiling, he was in-love with her.”

Y/n coughed “that’s how me and your grandpa met” she smiled as she held old hyunjins hands.

The end…

Sorry that it’s short!!!!

#hyunjin #love #grandma and grandpa #short story #fluff #Spotify

[futuremother]

#grandmacore #nebraska #guns #midwest core #americana #aesthetic #aes #vintage aesthetic #vintage #alternative #grandma and grandpa #nostalgiacore

[doctorslippery]

This is the kinda grandpa we should all aspire to be.

#grandma and grandpa #💩

[monsignorprxitt]

brings your muse soup/medicine when they are sick (but as a grandma 👵🏻)

Sarah had been hesitant when he’d first appeared at their door. She said she didn’t want to trouble him. She was sure he had other calls to make. John countered that by pointing out that she did too, and she couldn’t argue with that. Her mother was sick, but Sarah still had to work. He assured her that he didn’t mind. Taking care of his parish was part of his job, and Mildred had been such a vital part of his parish.

Her hesitation gradually faded with each word, until she eventually agreed to leave him alone.

After giving him a quick rundown of where everything was, she went back to work. She told him that it wasn’t anything serious, just a bad cold, but her mother was older now, and even just a cold could really take it out of her.

Searching the kitchen, John found some cans of tomato soup, and set about making her a bowl. He added some slices of buttered bread to a plate, and poured her a cup of orange juice. It wasn't ideal. If he was younger, he would have taken more time to prepare her something from scratch. Everything was simple and quick to put together, but the warmth of the soup and the vitamins in the orange would help.

He placed it all onto a tray and shuffled to the stairs. The rectory only had its front steps that he had to tackle every day, before reaching the steps of St. Patrick’s. Steps were starting to become a problem, but John ignored it as best as he could. He wouldn’t shy away from using them. It took him longer than he would have liked, much longer, but he persevered, one step at a time, until he reached the top. Millie’s door was directly across from him. He didn’t have to walk much more.

���I brought you something, Millie,” John said lightly enough for only her to hear, and pushed the door open with his side. “It’s only some soup, but it– I thought it would help.”

#prompts. #verse. baptised with fire #asks. #millliegunning #grandma and grandpa #grandparents prompt

[lets-dance-to-joy-division]

my grandmother passed on a Monday,

pneumonia.

she was a heart of pure gold,

with a penchant for rooster decor,

loving everyone exactly as they came.

I learned how to have connection from her,

that you don't need to know someone

to hold them in their pain.

my grandfather was a gruff salty joker,

who loved feeding squirrels.

crusty and calloused, always smiling

at jokes he should have kept inside,

his bright eyes always seeking light.

I think he liked it when she'd smack him, lovingly.

I got my sense of humor from him,

dark, and inappropriate.

my grandmother passed on a Monday,

and as we sat together

holding her hands while doctors pulled cords,

I watched that brilliant blue

leave his eyes and fade to gray.

grandma passed on a Monday,

pneumonia;

grandpa passed on that Thursday,

heartbreak.

from them I learned what it is

to love someone so much

that your body can't go on without them.

-Lessons-

BL 2022

#i miss you both so much #grandma and grandpa #loss #poetry #writerscreed #twcpoetry #poem #poets on tumblr #poets corner #spilled ink #spilled poetry #original poetry #my poem

[old-timey-vietnam]

Old photo on the left and the slightly retouched version i did on the right. Not sure who these people are. maybe my grandma and grandpa and their kids

#photo #grandma and grandpa #saigon #vietnam

[lunamugetsu]

Delivery!

Flash was currently being held captive in a black of ice. How he got like this he wasn't sure. All he remembered was that he was running across Central City keeping the peace until suddenly an ice beam shot out of nowhere and froze his feat to the ground.... and the rest of him.

"Alright you got me! Show your face!"

"Well I was going to regardless. No need to yell." Out pops Danny Phantom carrying a bag with him and holding out an envelope.

"What? Who are you?"

"My name's Phantom. Danny Phantom. I have a message for you. I couldn't get your attention earlier so I thought this was just the next best way to get you to stop." Danny said as he unfreezes the speedster.

"Uh, okay." Flash said as Danny gives him an envelope.

On the envelope there are drawing in crayon and stickers and in marker it says: to Flash.

"It's from Susie, she'd said you'd remember her."

He remembered a Susie, a little girl that he used to see in the children's hospital. She had leukemia. He spent any minute he could making sure the kid was smiling when he was there. He was heartbroken when the nurses told him that she had passed away before he could give her her birthday present. Flash examined the crayon written words, it was just like Susie's writing.

"How did you?"

"Just read it."

The letter reads:

Dear Flash,

I'm sorry, I wasn't there when you showed up for my birthday. I never got to tell you, but thank you for being at the hospital with me when I was scared of going to treatment or when I had to take my medicine. Thank you for making me smile even when I didn't feel well. Thank you for playing games with me when I couldn't go outside. Thank you for talking to my mom and dad at my funeral. That was really nice. I drew some pictures for you but I never got to finish them when I was in the hospital so I drew you some new ones. Danny says that he'll give them to you.

In the envelope was a series of different colored papers all with different crayon and marker drawings of Susie and him playing in different scenarios. One where she was a doctor and he played the injured patient. One where they were both superheroes. Another one where they were playing shadow puppets when she wasn't feeling well. Page after page were different drawings of them playing with the last one was covered in glitter with a big heart with a crayon drawing of him and Susie.

"Susie said that her biggest regret was that she couldn't say thank you to her hero before she passed. So I bumped her up on my delivery list."

"What?"

"Oh yeah, I never fully introduced myself. I'm Danny Phantom, you can call me Danny. I'm the designated delivery person for the afterlife to the living realm. Any messages or special requests from the dead are delivered by me!" Danny hands him a business card all official.

And it does say: Danny Phantom special delivery service for those of the non-living variety!

"She also said she wanted to give you one last hug before moving on."

"What do you?" Flash is halted from saying anything else as he feels a pressure against his legs. He looks down to see a translucent small figure. She was a picture of what she looked like before the chemo. Susie gives him a smile and a hug before fading before his eyes.

Before Danny officially takes up the mantle of Ghost King he's trying to do a job that would have him interact with all of his citizens first so he could get a feel of it. Hence him making connections with both the living and non-living people (he went big-brain for this idea)

Extra scene:

"Oh that reminds me, I have a card for you from someone else."

"A card?" Flash opens the card only to get sucker-punched in the face. (like one of those cartoon boxing glove punches)

"A punch card." Danny said

Flash groans as he looks at the card that has the words: STOP MESSING WITH TIME! from CW

Obligatory Gotham Scene:

Danny standing in front of a beaten up Joker that has been tied to a chair.

"Just so you know I have a back order of a lot special requests for you. And since I can't exactly kill you, that would create so much political tape. I can let them make requests for certain actions. So right now I have over 50 requests for me to break your legs and over 30 to pull out your teeth and break your jaw. Some of them contradict each other because they want to make every word you say hurt you but others want me to curse you so you can't speak again. So I'll just have to get creative." Danny says winding his arm back and form.

He is for sure being completely professional about, he gets no personal gratification from beating up a crazy clown at all. (said nobody ever)

#dp x dc #dp x dc au #dp x dc crossover #danny phantom x dc #the flash #barry allen #dpxflash #dp x dc prompt #Can you imagine a scenario of Danny just walking into the Wayne manor and just holding out a care package for the whole batfamily #This is from your Grandma and Grandpa #And gives Alfred his own separate care package along with a message of thanks for how much the butler does for the family #Danny's just like “this is for the crime fighting family with the furry theme going on”

[gendertrickster]

family dinner

#homestuck #june egbert #jade harley #jane crocker #jake english #dad egbert #dad crocker #nanna egbert #grandpa harley #june crocker #grandma english #joey claire #jude harley #feferi peixes #meenah peixes #her imperious condescension #ado's art

[borzoilover69]

growing up is becoming increasingly interested in what the guardian counterparts of the kids says about them.

anyways im not a big fan of dave strider but alpha dave has me in a deathgrip

#homestuck #hom3stuck #borzoi art #im back did you miss me #dave strider #alpha dave #alpha rose #rose lalonde #grandma english #jade harley #jake harley #grandpa harley #jake english #roxy lalonde #mom lalonde #i think grandpa harley and alpha bro would be. fun.

[kelocitta]

Anthro Saint that looks wildly different in every sketch

#rain world #rw anthro #i need to get genderweirder!!!! I need them to flip wildly between grandpa and grandma!!!! #i need every anthro i make to be lesbian passing #also they are a cane user- very nearsighted. not outright blind but yeag #artificer doesnt like them because theyre the type to put their nose in everyones problems and she is very I Dont Have Problems Anymore

[little-cat-press]

Sometime when my older siblings were little, my dad discovered that they found stories about his childhood more entertaining if he told them as "One time my friend Frederick..." instead of "One time when I was a kid...", and thus Frederick Stories were born.

I loved hearing Frederick Stories growing up, and so did all of my siblings. At some point, Dad decided to write (some of) them down, and a year or two ago I asked him for the file.

And now, currently in the mail to arrive late for Christmas, is a hand-bound copy of his book.

Two copies, actually, because I'm also sending one to his parents. He mentioned in the introduction that when he had first written these stories down, he had given them a copy for Christmas, and I thought they would like to have another, probably more nicely bound, one.

There's a third copy for me, but it took me long enough to finish these two before Christmas, and my copy isn't finished yet. Mostly, but not quite.

It is bound in a nice brown cloth I have, and titled with gold paint, because I thought it would lend it a sort of Old Book vibe that I thought would go well with the title.

Hence also the gothic font for the title.

I also did a few experiments with ways of turning cloth into bookcloth, which is why the two books are a bit different in color. The one on the right in the above picture is the original cloth color.

The edges are gilded with the same gold paint as the title is done in, which also helps with the Old Fancy Book vibe I wanted.

Almost all of the stories opened with "One day, Frederick..." or "One time, Frederick...", and I picked a nice ornamental font for the dropcaps there.

#little cat press #bookbinding #size: half letter #bound by me #a gift #author: my dad #gifted to my dad #gifted to my grandma #gifted to my grandpa

[jakexneytiri]

Same anon asking for more dad!neteyam x reader + babies - can we have them learning about their mom being pregnant again and learning about having a new sibling. Or maybe hunting lessons with grandma and grandpa. Whichever one inspires you!

how about both! well, sorta. i’m gonna post what i have written for this so far, and if you are all interested in the fishing scene, i’ll post that too :) thank you for all of your support!! 🥰

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morning sickness wasn’t something you were fond of. it had you up in the early hours of the morning, doubled over with a carved wooden bowl in your hands. the remnants of some bladder polyps you had neteyam fetch in the middle of the night had made their way up your throat and into the bowl. “i’m never eating another one of those again.” you thought to yourself, trying to focus on anything besides the slimy, green goop in the bowl in front of you.

neteyam was sound asleep for a couple hours, but the sound of your heaving woke him up instantly.

“my love?” he questions, sitting up beside you as his large hand runs down the length of your spine. “why did you not wake me sooner?” as he rises to his feet, he grabs the bowl from you, heading outside your marui to discard its current contents.

“oh, i’m sorry, i was a little busy ridding my body of my late night snack. i don’t think our little one likes bladder polyps very much.” you reply in a snarky tone, laying back down to curl up on your sleeping mat in a fetal position.

neteyam sighs, as he grabs a bowl of fresh water for you to sip on. he carefully hands it to you, settling next to you.

“no more bladder polyps, then.” he nods, gently rubbing your back again. a few moments of silence pass, before his ears perk up at the sounds of your sniffling. he sits up immediately, tugging at your shoulder to examine your face.

“why are you crying?” confusion is plastered all over neteyam’s face, searching for the reason you’re so upset.

“i don’t want the children to see me like this. i have no appetite, and they wanted me to take them hunting today, and i-” you cry out, throwing your arms around your mate as you sob into his bare chest.

“shhh, shhhhh. it is all right, my love. do not worry. i will page for my mother and father to take them hunting. they’ll love to spend time with them today. do you want me to call for them now?” neteyam glances outside through the open flap of your marui, knowing it’s a bit early, even for village life to start.

you nod into his chest, sniffling hard as you cling to him. “yes….please. before the children wake.”

“shhh.” his large hand brushes over your hair, smoothing it gently. “i’ll send for them now.”

neteyam raises his other hand to his throat comm, and with a click of a button, you can hear your father in law’s voice through your mate’s earpiece.

“son, clearly someone must be sick, injured, or dying for you to be paging me this early in the goddamn morning. which is it?” jake snaps, though his voice has a tinge of grogginess to it. he was never a morning person as a human, and it certainly didn’t change when he became na’vi.

you hated to interrupt your in laws, especially when he was your olo’eyktan, with his own duties to tend to. your ears pin back against your skull as you bow your head, ashamed.

“dad, it’s y/n. she’s not feeling well. this….pregnancy is taking a toll on her.”

“ah, shit.” jake grumbles on the other line, and you can envision him rubbing his hand over his face, as he does when he’s stressed. “she okay now? want me to send your mother over to help?” jake’s voice has a tinge of worry to it as you hear your mother in law’s voice speaking to jake, mumbling something you can’t make out.

“actually, i was hoping you and mom would be able to watch the children for a bit. they wanted y/n to take them hunting today, but i think that’s out of the question for her. at least until she’s better.” neteyam continues to run his hand along your hair, trying his best to calm you as he speaks with his father.

“give us fifteen and we’ll be over soon.” the line clicks, and you’re left with the guilty conscience of your in-laws covering for you. again.

“they will be here soon. do you want to try drinking more water?” neteyam asks gently, still cradling you in his arms.

you sigh, sitting up to shake your head. “it’s not right, nete. i cannot ask this of them. they have their own duties to tend to, it’s wrong of me to-”

neteyam cuts you off right then and there. “-yawne, you do know they are their own person, capable of making their own decisions. my mother and father adore you, and they are more than happy to help. our family is more important to them than their daily village tasks. you know they’ll take any excuse to see the children. they love them. now please, don’t fret. they’ll be over soo-”

neteyam’s voice is drowned out by a shriek from your youngest daughter.

“GWANDPA!!!” nima squeals, running over to the front of your marui where jake and neytiri now stand.

“shhhh, shhhh babygirl! you’re gonna wake the whole village.” jake chuckles lightly, taking a knee to open his arms wide for her.

nima runs straight into them, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck and kissing the tip of his nose. “why hewe, gwandpa?” she asks, confused as to why her grandparents were here so early in the morning.

“no way! grandpa and gramma are here!!” txonuk says happily, nudging se’ayl and tsantu awake.

“we’re takin’ you guys on a little huntin’ trip today.” jake explains, as neytiri kneels down to hug se’ayl, txonuk, and tsantu.

“but, i thought momma was taking us?” txonuk says, confused as he glances over to the drape that closes off the space where you and neteyam sleep during the night.

“your sa’nu [mommy] needs to rest. she is not feeling well.” neytiri gently explains to them, as neteyam slips through the drape.

“thank you for coming.” he says quietly, walking over to give his mother a hug, and his father a handshake.

“dad? is momma okay?” txonuk asks, tugging on neteyam’s loincloth.

“mama will be fine, don’t you worry about her, okay? come, let’s get your bows.” neteyam suggests, as jake and neytiri walk with him to where the bows are stored.

“which one’s yours, nima baby? is it……this one?” jake asks, holding up your bow.

nima bursts in a fit of giggles, thinking grandpa’s the funniest na’vi she’s ever met. “noooooooooo, gwandpa! that’s mama’s! you siwwy.”

jake chuckles and sets your bow back in its place. “is ittt…..this one?” jake holds up txonuk’s bow now.

“nooooooo! that ‘nuk’s bow!” nima giggles a bit more, shaking her head no multiple times.

“hey! that’s my bow, grandpa!” txonuk says, pointing to nima’s mini bow hanging up toward the end of the wall. “this one’s nimas!”

jake chuckles again as he hands txonuk his bow, rustling his curls before grabbing nima’s bow. “this one’s yours?”

“yea, yea!” nima says happily, taking the bow and holding it to her chest tightly, hugging the object.

“come, children. we must head out now, this is when payoang [fish] are most active.” neytiri urges, gently guiding them to the front of the marui.

“here nima, go to daddy for a sec. i’m gonna check on your mama, okay?” jake says, handing her off to neteyam.

“daddyyy!” nima says happily, playing with the beads on his necklace.

neteyam chuckles at this, kissing the top of her forehead gently. “good morning, nima baby.”

inside, jake makes his way over to your closed off bedroom sheet, stopping just outside of it. “babygirl? you decent in there?”

your eyes flutter open, glancing at the shadow cast on your bedroom sheet. “dad?….come in.” you croak softly, clearing your throat.

jake pulls the sheet back, slipping inside as he kneels beside you. he takes your hand in his, rubbing his thumb gently over the top of your hand. his eyebrows push together in concern as he sees the current state you’re in. “jesus, kid. you look terrible.”

you let out a soft laugh, looking down at his hands as you shake your head. “gee, thanks, dad.”

“i’m not sayin’ it to be funny, sweetheart. we need to get you some help. d’you want me to call for mo’at?” he asks, concern laced in his voice as his thumb still strokes the top of your hand gently.

your eyes water at this, unable to control your hormones. tears stream down your cheeks as you look up at your father in law, defeated. “it’s been so hard. i don’t know why this pregnancy has been so difficult, but it is. i don’t want to worry neteyam, but….i’m worried.”

“shhh, shhhh. there’s no need for that. worryin’ doesn’t do anyone any good.” jake starts to say, as neytiri pulls back the sheet now.

“oh, my sweet child…” she says gently, kneeling on the other side of your sleeping mat. “how are you feeling?”

you can only answer with a sob, turning into your pillow as you cry. “it hasn’t been easy.” you cry out, as neytiri holds your other hand.

jake and neytiri both exchange a worried glance, before looking back down at you.

“i will call for mother. she will bring the right ‘umtsa [medicine] for you.” neytiri reassures you, wiping your tears away with her other hand.

“thank you…both of you, truly…..i feel terrible for waking you up so early-” jake shakes his head and cuts your sentence short.

“don’t you dare apologize, babygirl. you’re sick. we need you to get better, and that’s our top priority, okay? nothing else is more important.”

neytiri nods in agreement, squeezing your hand gently. “ma ‘ite [my daughter], please, rest. we will take care of the children, do not worry.”

jake leans in to place a gentle kiss to your forehead, as neytiri follows suit. neytiri even fluffs your pillow for you, squeezing your hand one last time before they both rise to their feet, giving you one last look.

“promise me you’ll rest up, kid? you need it.” jake asks, squeezing neytiri’s hand gently as they look over your sleeping mat.

your lower lip trembles as you nod. “i promise, dad.”

jake and neytiri head out of your marui, as jake scoops nima up in his arms. “ready to go hunt, babygirl?”

“wes, wes!!” nima says excitedly, plucking the string of her bow.

neytiri squeezes neteyam’s arm gently, halting him from heading back inside. “neteyam. i called for my mother, she will bring ‘umtsa. make sure y/n takes it. it will help.”

“thank you, mother.” neteyam nods, before giving his children one last look. “have fun with grandma and grandpa, my little ones.”

all four of his children wave back to him, as neteyam slips through the marui opening, lacing it shut before making his way back to you. his strong arms wrap around you, gently rubbing your arm as he holds you.

sleep comes to you eventually, after what seems like hours of dozing off. you’re grateful that jake and neytiri are able to take your children hunting, plus it gives them a chance to spend time with their grandchildren. you can only hope that they’re behaving for them.

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#neteyam sully x reader #neteyam sully x y/n #neteyam sully x you #neteyam sully x na’vi!reader #neteyam x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #dad!neteyam #dad neteyam #dad! neteyam #grandpa!jake #grandpa jake sully #grandpa! jake sully #grandma!neytiri #grandma! neytiri sully #tsantu sully #se’ayl sully #txonuk sully #nima sully

[satoshy12]

Grandpa and Grandma Freeze of Amity Park

Mr. Fries and Nora Fries

It all started when Victor learned about a way to heal Nora. And he made his way to Amity Park. And I found it pretty depressing and destructive. It seems like a group of villains have destroyed the Christmas and made the snow full of oil.

And after asking for his help, as the GIW destroyed the Christmas decorations and snow in the city.

It had been easy with his equipment, he helped the town have snow again for the holidays, and that got him the nickname Grandpa Freeze from the children.

+

It had been 2 years since that, and in the winter season, Victor was in Amity Park, bringing the town snow for Nora.

Well, truth be told, the Fenton would help anyway, but Victor liked being called Grandpa Freeze by the children.

+

After the Fentons helped Victor heal Nora,

It had been a funny moment for Nora to learn her husband somehow became grandpa Freeze of this city. And the Children of the Town fast called her Granny Freeze.

Oh on Christmas Eve, Grandpa and Granny Frost will come. And give us a white and shiny Christmas Eve.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp #dc #dcau #dp + dc #dc x dp #batman #dp x dc #dc comics #Nora Fries #mr freeze #victor fries #mister freeze #Amity Park #GIW #Grandpa Freeze #Grandma Freeze #Fenton's heal Nora

[timeausterrors]

lineup lets go!!!

#homestuck #hs #june egbert #john egbert #rose lalonde #dave strider #jade harley #dad egbert #mom lalonde #bro strider #grandpa harley #jane crocker #jake english #dirk strider #roxy lalonde #john crocker #alpha rose #alpha dave #grandma harley #lineup #character design #farts and craft

[yet-another-haven-of-dollya]

Behold!!!

My hype doodles when I first saw the leaks of Pure and Lily's Legendary costumes!!

I forgor about these but since someone asked if I would ever draw White Lily I think I should post these first. Pardon me as I was hyping in my mother tongue so let me translate them for you. It was just a very low-res leak, so I tried my best to interpret the details. Still, some are not very accurate to the actual costumes, so pardon me as well.

"Calm!!! Breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out!"

PV: "FUCKING GORGEOUS" DC, HB and GC: SIMP

Hollyberry: "So now what do we do? I never imagine I can still go to my friends' wedding at this age!" Dark Cacao: "Just say you want to drink..." Golden Cheese: "LOL"

"They're definitely Oberon and Titania ref you can't change my mind."

Speak of Oberon and Ti- oops

I noticed the stars on their forehead too I mean COME ONNNN

"At this rate I support women's rights and women's wrongs damn it PV was so right to simp for her"

"I wonder when will they... you know, "bake" some new life together"

And that was my delulu roughly 2 months ago :D lol you have NO idea how hyped I was I've been waiting YEARS for this lol

#lol I just love them we call them grandpa and grandma and we were so happy for them when we saw the leak me and my friends were celebrate #dollya art #pure vanilla x white lily #pure vanilla cookie #pure vanilla crk #white lily cookie #white lily crk #cookie run kingdom

[slavhew]

breaking badifies them. happy pride motng

au elaboration under cut

this is just copypasted from twt i forgot to post yetsterday

I imagine that the Dirkjake dynamic would be down on his luck partyboy and the estranged high school friend that coerced him into a drug dealing operation. For reasons he refuses to elaborate on. Jake doesn't really want to be cooking meth but he needs the cash and sees Dirk as the one stable thing in his life really. Dirk really needs a partner and an in to the business and is most of the brains behind the operation.

Dirk is also doing a fair bit of posturing to keep them both safe but Jake... hooo Jake. Dear whining Jake will become a loose cannon when it counts. The power balance would fluctuate alluringly.

To be honest I imagine their dynamic would be much closer to a hypothetical high school au turned drug-dealing and wouldn't be much like Walter and Jesse. Wanna think there would be a happy ending but realistically they'd sink into their worst traits & probably end up in a saw trap by the end of it. I wanna imagine most plot beats still happen... gf dies... "gale" dies... Codependent yaoi and corruption arc flourishes.

I imagine Dirk's wardrobe would start to resemble more and more of Bro's and some of his personality might too. But I also don't think he'd go as far or be as bad as Walter, since here there's a care and concern for Jake as more than a pawn and stand-in (aka the Walter special). Damage would still be done though. The love didn't save anyone etc etc.

Bro and Grandpa would have a dynamic MUCH closer to the s1/2 duo. Devil-may-care stoner and the guy who needs cash FAST and doesn't have time for this shit. I dont think Bro has the tender heart Jesse but he definitely develops some terrible loyalty complex regardless. Honestly have a LOT less idea how their story would go so I'm all ears

#homestuck #hom3stuck #home24uck #home2t4ck #dirk strider #jake english #dirkjake #jakedirk #bro strider #grandpa harley #brograndpa #breaking bad #breaking bad au #brba #admin draws #fanart #this is just one of thsoe ideas you get and know is too fun to pass up on. #also now i wanna draw more of this but no promisses . you know the deal #also if i do that i will definitely draw my sona as gale because that idea makes me laugh end of story #alsooo. grandma jade would be like jesse's aunt. hehe. #ok done with my sandwich im gonna like actually go doodle sum stuff now. #period came now i need a distraction and that distraction might be the askbox. i have some grievances to air out with ampora senior