#adopting dusty? yes please

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Home is where my heart is.

Chapter 4: Family Table of Contents | Profile

Word Count: 2000+ A/N: WHERE ALREADY AT CHAPTER FOURRR AAA this concludes the life they had while they were human, but we'll still have a few flashbacks to see cuz plot. also thank you for over 1,000+ of likes and reblogs that means so much to me that you enjoy my works. i think y'all really liked the devout one lol, i'll just say now that i have plans to make it about lucifer so if you're into that please expect more and hit follow, really helps when peeps comment on stuff <33 much love, enjoy!

there were so many errors bro LMAO also I added a few paragraphs to this, so pls enjoy my scuff (edited as of Feb 20)

“I’m home~,” my husband’s voice calls out from the doorway.

Wiping my hands on my apron, I greeted him coming from the kitchen, “Al! Welcome back. How was your day?”

“Same as always. It’s gotten quite dusty out, I wouldn’t recommend you and the lil’ munchkin to go out for a while. I’ll take a shower first,” he responded dusting himself off briefly by the door before removing his shoes and coat. Heading towards the bathroom past me, but not before giving me smooch on the cheek and a gentle rub on my swollen belly.

Yes. Miledy got pregnant with Alastor’s child. He slowly warmed up to the idea when he saw her babysitting the neighbor’s toddler and when they both visited an orphanage, albeit to Al’s hesitance, where he saw her dote on the children, as she was also a kid that grew up in an orphanage feeling great empathy towards them. If Alastor didn’t stop her, she would have adopted all of them. At the end of the day, he concluded that you would be the best mom possible out there and gave her wish. Making him very sentimental and missing his late mother, which she often comforted him about.

I sighed happily and rubbed my stomach. I stared at the cradle with much longing, I couldn't wait to see our baby. Above the cradle was a mobile, it was a string of ornaments that were meant to be a toy for them, it was decorated with shells, dolphins, rabbits and a deer—as requested by Al.

I picked up a music box that had our favorite music. Alastor had this requested as a gift for your child, I was surprised when he presented it to me. I didn't think he'd be attached to them as much as I was, but I guess he adores them in his own way. Making a family does make it seem more real.

It makes me think back all those lives we've taken just to protect our family. I wonder if those people had family too? Did they look for them?

I was pulled from my thoughts when Alastor stood beside me, gazing at the cradle as I was.

“And how have the two of you been, my love,” Alastor asked, his hair still wet and changed clothes.

The both of us walked towards the couch, him making me sit on his lap as always after work, where he would rub my stomach and lower back, and even sometimes my chest whenever they get too heavy.

“Been kicking and moving around so much lately. I’m so sore all over,” I moaned as I leaned my back on his chest, letting him massage my lower back.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll give them a good talking to,” he joked poking around my stomach.

Giggling and squirming in his hold I cried, feeling fluttery inside when the baby kicked in response, “Al, that tickles! Haha!”

“What?~ I’m just disciplining our child,” he explains himself in a light tone.

“You’re such a loser,” I rolled my eyes playfully at him.

“Oh, please,” he scoffs, “I’m anything but a loser. Have you seen my wife? The most sought out singer in all of Louisiana? You must have heard of her surely.”

“I have indeed,” I giggled, “but I heard she unfortunately got knocked up by some random radio broadcast guy that does his shows in a basement.”

Alastor gasps dramatically clutching his hand over his chest and exclaims, “You did not! One, I own a studio in the city where I do my shows, thank you very much. Two, how dare you say unfortunately, I’m the most highly paid broadcaster. Any person would drop on their knees to even get to be in the same room as me.”

I chuckled at his haughtiness and conceded lying on his chest once more, “You’re right, you’re right, your royal highness.”

He lets out a hum similar to a purr contently embracing us.

(3 years later)

“Abigail!”

A little squeal sounded down the halls along with little pitter patters of her tiny feet as she tried to get away from me.

“Come here, Sunshine. You need to get changed. Don’t you wanna go and see Dad?” I asked her walking to her slowly.

She excitedly jumps from behind the couch and yells, “Dad! Dad! I wan’ta see Dad!”

“Alright, alright. Come’re,” I called her to come closer to put on her little yellow sundress. I took my bag that had all our necessities while Abby tried to put on her shoes that she immediately showed off when she did it all by herself.

“Well done, Abby! Dad will be happy that you can put on your shoes by yourself now. Do you want to tell him yourself?” I asked putting on her hat.

“Mhm! I’ll tell him myself!” she answered cheerfully holding my hand after I shut the door and locked it.

“Alright then. You ready?” I asked her again with a doting smile.

“Yes! Let’s go meet up with Dad!” she replied excitedly trying to drag me with her.

After we arrived at his studio, we went to his office and waited for him to finish with his morning show so we could take Abby to the park and eat at a restaurant for lunch after. She was on the floor playing with her toy doll and stuffed bunny, playing pretend by herself.

“Hello there, darlings,” Alastor greeted with a smile. Arms already open for his daughter to dive in.

“Dad!” She yelled excitedly jumping into his arms, “Are you done with work?”

“Yup. You excited to go to the park today?” he asked booping her nose playfully.

She laughed delightedly making both Al and I’s hearts to melt.

“Yeah! I wanna go now please!” she requested politely hugging her father’s neck.

“Okay, Sunshine,” he replied petting her back.

Hand in hand, the three of us spent the day together happily on our family outing. Of course, it couldn’t be helped that we would be stopped a few times, but we immediately excused ourselves from them to enjoy as much time as we could while we were together, not letting all the disturbances get in the way for our plans today.

Reaching home with a tired Abigail in my arms. Alastor carried all our bags and toys that we bought for our daughter along with a balloon with a smiley face on it tied around his wrist. As he was opening the door for us, he stopped suddenly, making me look up to him alert.

I clutched Abby closer getting ready to run. Alastor fully opened the door and dodged a swing from a brass knuckle to his head.

“Run!” he yelled as he fended off the intruder from getting to us. Abigail waking up from the shout of his father, she trembled in fear as she saw him fight another man.

“Mom? What going on?” she asked, confused and afraid grip tightening around me.

“Shh, I’m sorry but mom’s gonna ask you to stay quiet, okay? Just-just close your eyes, honey.” I requested seriously making her tuck her head in my neck.

I ran as fast I could, reaching our other house that was used for emergencies. We entered together and pushed her inside a bunker in the bedroom.

“Baby, you need to listen to me. I need you to be quiet for me, okay? No matter what, don’t open this door if it isn’t me or Dad, got it?” I ordered her with a serious face making her nod despite being afraid out of her skin. I swiped the tears under her eyes and gave a kiss on her forehead saying, “I love you so much, Abby.”

I left her after locking the door and pushed the vanity on top of the door. Holding my gun close to me and creeping my way out the bedroom to check for any of followers, as I was rounding a corner someone tugged at my hair making me throw my head back.

I whacked him with my gun up on his chin making him back up from me, taking this opportunity to shoot him in the chest twice. I aimed my gun to the window when I saw a sliver of light catch the corner of my eye, shooting when he jumps in through the window stopping him from letting him move further in.

I turned my gun to the door when I heard it open, only to feel relieved when I saw the familiar tuft of brown hair styled in a certain way that I could immediately recognize. I run towards him for an embrace that he returned.

“Where’s Abby?” he asked looking around the room.

“She’s in the bunker. Did anyone follow you?” I asked placing my hands back to my sides.

“None. I had 4 people outside, you?” he said rushing into the room making sure Abby’s safe.

“Just 2,” I sighed rubbing my face frustratedly. “I’m sorry. It must’ve been Alex’s men. They’re getting pretty fucking desperate if they’re attacking from our house,” I snarled.

“It’s fine, darling. That’s why we prepared this to make sure Abby stays safe,” he said assuring me, and giving me a quick peck on the head. Then helping him push the vanity off the door and took our daughter out.

“Let’s stay in the cabin for a while, we aren’t safe here,” Alastor suggested which I agreed to.

Morning come; Abby woke up confused, she then realized she was in her father’s cabin seeing his prized hunting gun on wall. Her eyes scanned the room for her parents and found none of them there, so she slowly opened the door and was greeted by the smell of cooked meat. She found her father in the kitchen cleaning while you were knitting on the sofa. Hearing the door creak, both the adults turned their heads to their daughter’s little round head.

“Good morning, Sunshine~,” Alastor greeted waving his spatula.

I got off the sofa, leaving my knitting materials and scooped her up into my arms, “Hello, bunny. Did you have a good sleep? It’s already 10pm.”

“Mhmm, but I had a bad dream. Mom and Dad where fighting some bad guys and I was so scared that you got hurt,” she mumbled making my face ridden with guilt.

I never wanted my baby to experience this, I never knew that Alex’s obsession would ever get this deep.

To briefly explain what happened over the years, I sang in a private bar where some very important people were having a meeting. Unfortunately for me, one of people there was interested in me. So, I explained to him that I had a husband, but he refused to leave me alone until Alastor came with the owner of the establishment to diffuse the situation. However, it didn’t stop there, he insistently showered me with gifts and letters that I had to refuse each time. I confronted him saying that I would never be with him as long as I lived, so in retaliation his obsession turned sinister, believing that if he couldn't have me then I was better off dead.

Alastor, fueled with irritation, confronted him almost successfully killing him in the process if it weren’t for Alex’s group to look for him and warded Al off. And to this day he’s eager to hurt our family.

“I’m sorry, honey,” I replied eyebrows furrowed kissing her head, “it’s just a bad dream don’t be scared.”

“Exactly, nothing to be worried about. Why don’t you have some breakfast first? Breakfast is indeed the most important meal of the day, Sunshine,” Alastor spoke up after setting the plates, taking Abby into his arms, and placing her on her chair.

At the end of the day, when Abby passes out from exhaustion from playing in the meadow all day. Alastor takes his gun off the wall making me stand up in worry.

“Where are you going?” I asked, holding his arm.

“To finish this once and for all. I don’t want Abby to be in danger anymore. Most of all, I don’t want you to live in fear that we’re going to lose Abby, neither do I,” he reason placing his hand on your cheek.

“Just please... please be careful, Al,” I pleaded him covering his hand over mine.

He gave me a smug smile and replied, “I’ve never lost before, darling. I’ll be back before sunrise. I promise.”

I nodded as he gave me a kiss, as much as I was worried about him, I knew Al could take care of himself.

“Stay safe,” I said staying by the door frame while he waves goodbye, painfully unaware how devasted I would be when he never returned the following day.

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comfort fic for spencer reid x badass!reader watching one of those ASPCA-like commercials and spencer looks over and reader is BAWLING and he is so confused and yet wants to comfort r. maybe he promises to take her to the shelter the next day or something 👀? thank you <3

2 + 1 = 4?

AN: I’m sorry if this feels rushed. Also yes I know theoretically it’s virtually impossible for it to be the same cat but work with me here please I tried to make the timeline work since this is S1- S2 Spencer

Spencer was in awe of the sight before him here she was crying her eyes out, one would think something terrible and life threatening had happened but no, it was a commercial. Here she was, the person who Spencer had seen just a night earlier take down an unsub all by herself , crying her eyes out because the local shelter would be closing.

“Sunshine? Sunshine someone will adopt them it’s going to be ok” he said in a low whisper trying to calm her down

“But—but what if they don’t? What’s going to happen to them Spence? Will they be homeless—or worse?” She replied in between sobs.

“Ok what if instead of sleeping in tomorrow we wake up early and I’ll take you to the shelter. We can adopt one together—we we have been talking about expanding our little family after all” he said blushing to which looming up at him with excitement in her eyes she responded “now let’s go right now”

Spencer was amused at her child-like excitement “sunshine we can’t it’s 3:30 am” he said giggling.

•

She was the first to wake up, making sure to be ready by the time a half-asleep Spencer finished his coffee.

The ride to the shelter consisted of an excited Y/N screaming Taylor Swift and an wonderstruck Spencer taking in the view from the passenger side.

“I think we should get a puppy” she said, “a big fluffy one with a brown patch in his eye”

“That’s specific” Spencer muttered, and continued looking at our the widow, “ I was thinking more in the likes of a caramel colored bunny”

“But babe,” she replied, “bunny would be too much to take care of”

“And a puppy won’t?” He said chuckling.

They spent the whole 45 min drive talking about what animal they would adopt.

Once inside the shelter they passed a an African Grey parrot called Buckley, he used to belong to an elderly couple and would scream “spank me!” Every time someone passed. Spencer couldn’t help but be startled at the parrot shaking his head immediately.

As they approached the dog kennels Spencer could tell she was begins to feel discouraged not finding a pet that she felt connected to. It all changed when they stopped at the last kennel she saw a white and light grey fur Ragdoll cat. “Can we please see this one?” She asked the shelter volunteer.

They were both amazed at how the cat, whose name they learned was Dusty, walked right up to them and began asking for head and tummy scratches. “What’s her story?” Spencer looked up towards the volunteer. Who answer in a whisper, almost as if he didn’t want Dusty to hear and be reminded of it, “Dusty was abandoned two blocks away from here, she hadn’t eaten anything in a while it seemed like due to how skinny she was. But she never lost her friendly personality”

Spencer looked from the volunteer towards y/n and knew just by the look in her eyes that Dusty would be coming home with them. “Spence, babe I want her. Let’s take her home with us.”

“How soon can we take her?” Spencer asked the volunteer who scratched the back of his neck nervously, “well you see I don’t think you’ll want her..maybe how about…” but as he was looking for another cat to show them Spencer asked, “why not her”

“Well she got attached to another cat we have here at the shelter, a Chartreux, we wouldn’t want them separated but we also won’t pressure you to take both since the Chartreux, has been through a rough time. He is actually nameless at the moment which is sad because he’s a senior cat but his previous owner was brutal so much so he is blind in one eye.”

“Can we see him?” Spencer asked.

“Sure, he’s being checked by the shelter’s vet as we speak follow me”

The minute they saw the second cat from the window Spencer and Y/N knew that he would be going home with them and without looking at Y/N for confirmation he spoke loudly, “we’ll take them. Both of them.”

“Let me go tell the vet then”

As they were waiting Spencer couldn’t help but feel drawn to the Chartreux cat he hadn’t taken his eyes off

“You ok Spence? You seem spaced out babe.”

“He reminds me of Reginald”

“Who?”

A spaced out Spencer replied in a sad and nostalgic manner “He was my mom’s cat. She had him since he was a kitten, I was 8-9. I would call him Reggie, he was exactly like this cat but he wasn’t blind in one eye. I used to take care of him when my mom was first institutionalized. During my first year of college my roommate left the door open and Reginald left, he never came back.”

“Spence?” She asked, “was Reggie microchipped?”

“I don’t know”

“Excuse me?” Y/N said knocking on the window that overlooked the vets clinic station

“Yes?”

“Is either cat microchipped? We just don’t want any trouble if they are”

“Dusty isn’t but Im not sure about this one he’s been here since before I was working at this shelter, let me see” the vet replied.

“I’m sorry it looks like this cat is microchipped it belongs to a Diana Reid from Las V…”

“Las Vegas, Nevada address 42 Wallaby Way Apt 13B—she’s my mom. OMG Reggie is alive” Spencer interrupted. “I lost him my freshman year of college and he’s here in DC. How? Oh Reggie!”

The drive home consisted of Spencer telling Reginald everything he had lived through and for a split second she could see specks of child-like happiness in Spencer and with a job like theirs, that was the same as if she had won the lottery.

That night their bed felt smaller with two cats sound asleep by the end of the bed, using their feet as pillows but for the first time in the year they’d been together Spencer’s cold feet pressed on top of hers weren’t and issue.

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Name ◦ Marian Varlineau

✦Nicknames✦

Mari ◦ Only people she's close with can call her this. *trust don't try it.

MarMar ◦ The orphan children of Ishgard call her this; she considers them all her own.

Roaring Wind ◦ Given to her by her father, Strong Wave *she was a force to be reckoned with as a child.

Age ◦ 35

Nameday ◦ 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon

Race ◦ Hyur

Gender ◦ Female she/they

Orientation ◦ Pan

Profession ◦ Ishgardian Knight/The Blood Dragoon, Blacksmith/Goldsmith in training

✦Physical Aspects✦

Hair ∘ Raven black at birth but is now drained to grey and blue from plunging into the void far too often.

Eyes ∘ Blue at birth also drained to gray; her eyesight wasn't affected.

Skin ∘ Fair-skinned at birth, drained to more of that of a corpse.

Tattoos/Scars ∘ No tattoos, but her body holds many scars, cuts from blades to deep bites marks from fiends.

✦Family✦

Strong Wave Father, former Limsa guardsmen 

Currently ∘ Alive and enjoying retirement as a fisherman.

Ovort Drudaut Father, former Ishgardian chocobo trainer

Currently ∘ Alive and is also enjoying retirement with his beloved.

Siblings ∘ None to speak of.

Grandparents ∘ Her parents spoke of them but never had the urge to ever go see them.

✦In-laws and Others✦

Alberic Bale Estinien's adoptive father and mentor. When Marian is on patrol, she always takes the time to visit him. She keeps him informed about Estinien, so he'll never have to worry.

Gethwine Cherrier She was an elderly neighbor to her parents when they had a home in Ul'dah together. When Marian was a baby, she was left on her doorstep. Her parents stepped in, noticing Mrs.Cherrier struggling to care for Marian on her own, and they've loved her as their own ever since.

Pets ∘ None at the moment, but she has an affinity for birds.

✦Skills✦

Ground lancer ∘ Strong thrusts and stabs

Aerial lancer/Dragoon ∘ High jumps and piercing

Hunter ∘ Be it man or fiend, she will find it.

Hobbies ∘ Learning Ishgardian customs and cuisines, keeping gear and weapons maintained, growing flowers, and making toys for children.

✦Traits✦

Most Positive Trait ∘ Determination No matter how hopeless something may seem, she will go on, even if it means her end.

Most Negative Trait ∘ Self-righteousness She will sometimes put herself upon a pedestal, only to be humbled later. *she never learns.

✦Likes✦

Colors ∘ Dusty blue, blood red, black, royal blue

Smells ∘ Mountain air, seaside, patchouli, smoke, old steel, dried blood

Textures ∘ Flower petals, cold steel, rough leather, silk sheets

Drinks ∘ Hot chocolate and any strong ales or wines

✦Other Details✦

Smokes ∘ When stressed or traveling, she will use the kiseru.

Drinks ∘ Heavily *she doesn't want to talk about it.

Drugs ∘ She messed around with a few things in her youth, but nothing crazy.

Mount Issuance ∘ Lir is her faithful chocobo, and since her father was a skilled chocobo trainer, he became her mentor, sharing with her all the secrets for the perfect bond.

Been Arrested ∘ Yes, penalty of tavern fights. *she never starts it; she only finishes it.

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Squid Memes Squidbeak Splatoon (part 2)

Part 1 Here

More Harbor because he gave me Brain Worms

Born and Raised in Littol Beeg Bluff (yes the same Littol Beeg Bluff from "The Ballad of Dusty Grumpton" in the Factory Reset AU. I'm allowed to re-use my own ideas if I damn well please)

Comes from a blended family, and his stepmom and younger siblings (twin boy and girl around eight) are actually Koopa Troopas of all things.

The only playable Agent to both know and like his parents

Seriously Habor's moms are fucking awesome. Everybody in the NSS loves Harbor's moms

About 80% Humboldt Squid (aka Jumbo Flying Squid), which is why he's so fucking tall. It also means that he's really fast in swim form, to the point that he could probably outswim someone who'd filled all the slots on a piece of gear with Swim Speed Up without any Swim Speed Up investment of his own. (this is inspired by Lucky, another, very different version of Agent 4 made by EikaPrime on Ao3)

Eight

Yes she just goes by Eight. She was a little self-conscious about it at first but then she found out about SMG4 and the other SM64 Blooper Youtubers and no longer gives a shit

If she remembers her old name yet she's not mentioned it

Obviously doesn't remember her parents, but given the Domes are the kind of place where you can Start Training to Become an Advanced Military Hardware Engineer and Elite Soldier at Fucking Nine Years Old, I imagine she wouldn't have many memories of them even without the Amnesia

Contrary to popular fanon, my version of Eight doesn't have a scar from the Test Failed Bomb. This is because Respawn Pads (as long as they're fully functional) completely erase whatever the fatal injury was, leaving no trace apart from maybe some phantom pains if it was particularly nasty

She does, however, have plenty of scars from all the other shit she went through in that hellhole

Managed to complete every single test before she escaped

My version of Eight is a single year younger than Marina canonically is when they meet so I'm not going the Off the Hook Adoption route for this one (maybe in another AU with a more lose interpretation of Canon, but given this AU is specifically meant to adhere to Splatoon Canon as much as possible we're out'a luck this time), though she does still become very close friends with them

She's got Craig literally right there for any potential adoption attempts anyway

Very rarely speaks, but is expressive enough that most people can tell what she means anyway (you know Ferb? It's the exact same thing as what Ferb does)

Doesn't have a weapon preference. She's comfortable with any weapon she gets her hands on

Except Splatanas

She fucking hates Splatanas and everything they stand for

Configuring Frye's Palette in the Memverse was legitimately harder than dealing with her own Palette's stupid "Hacks or Chips, you can't have both" Gimmick Bullshit

Andi Finn

Has no fucking idea who her parents were and does not care

Actual supergenius who could probably build a functioning replica of Grizz's rocket out of scrap metal from just her memory of fighting on top of it. Never learned how to read before the NSS got ahold of her because she lived alone in the desert

Swears more than Bob

Can't remember where she learned Salmonid from

Somehow even the homeless kid has better hygiene than Paige

Made up her last name on the spot when she was signing up for a Turfing License (if you're wondering how she managed to sign up for a Turfing License when she couldn't read; With Great Difficulty)

Figures she probably isn't a full Inkling given her weird beartrap beak but doesn't give enough of a shit to take a DNA test about it

Yet

Paige dragged her home to their apartment almost immediately after the final battle against Mr. Grizz and she never left. It's not an official adoption but that's only because Paige is a bit oblivious to their own feelings on the matter and Andi doesn't know that paperwork is supposed to be involved

Almost exclusively calls Paige "Cap" even when they're out of uniform. I mean, she can't very well call them "Mom" or "Dad" since they're nonbinary, now can she? Paige has no idea that's what she means by it and just thinks it's a nickname because Andi gives everybody nicknames. Usually as insults

It took her 333 tries to get through "Splitting Crosshairs" (I legitimately Cannot beat that stupid kettle no matter how hard I try and want her to share my frustration but also want all four agents to have 100%ed their respective adventures so I'm just having it take her a comically long time to do)

Mains Explosher because it's the closest she can get to a Turf-Legal grenade launcher (for now...)

The Eternal Hunger, Devourer of the Bear

Is fine with people using Crabcake instead

Uses It/Its exclusively

Officially designated Agent 5 I will die on that hill

Was "The Eternal Hunger, Stabber of Ankles" before going through Return of the Mammalians

Will stab anyone who points out that it didn't actually eat Mr. Gizz, he just exploded

Extremely eloquent, but most people can't speak Salmonid so it just sounds like it's making the same gurgley noises as every other Smallfry

Once looked Marie dead in the eyes and said "No one will ever believe you" in perfect Inklish while they were alone. Has never said anything else in anything other than Salmonid where someone can hear it

Andi and Crabcake fucking hated each-other for the first third of their adventure before bonding over kicking Frye's ass and now they're inseparable

Actually gets its own uniform after everything's said and done. It consists of a little high-rez safety vest (like the one on Paige's field uniform), an earpiece (suction-cupped in place since it doesn't have external ears) in the same style as Andi's headset, and a clean black-with-thin-yellow-racing-stripes-on-the-sides pants...wrap...thing

It also got a new switchblade from Sheldon (the old one got lost in the space battle after it turned into Hugefry) with the same kind of black-with-blue-LEDs aesthetic as Paige's gear and a blade made of Sardinium

Also thinks that it and Andi are already adopted by Paige but that's for Salmonid Culture Reasons instead of Not Having an Education Reasons

Got separated from its swarm during a Run a few months before Return of the Mammalians. It wasn't too fussed about it and figured it could handle itself in the desert for a while and then either reunite with that swarm if it ran into them or join a new one if it happened to come across one. Because Salmonid Culture

Considers the NSS its current swarm

#i wish squid memes were real au #octo expansion #side order #return of the mammalians #new squidbeak splatoon #agent 4 #harbor current #agent 8 #eight splatoon #neo agent 3 #andi finn #little buddy #agent 5 #crabcake the smallfry #freaks(affectionate). all of them #paige is kind of a dumbass when it comes to their own emotions #andi may not know how paperwork works YET but given they're now part of a goverment agency they'll unfortunately learn pretty quick #not sure what (if anything) i'll have harbor's dad be like #but i'm leaning towards “great guy who's unfortunately currently Fucking Dead” #i like the oth adopts eight fanon as much as the next guy (as seen in one or two of my oth-related posts) but it just doesn't work here

[alieinthemorning]

Light in the Darkness [Diluc Ragnvindr & Kaeya Alberich]

Content: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Diluc and Kaeya Are Adopted Siblings, Diluc and Kaeya are Siblings, Diluc Angst, Kaeya Angst, Diluc and Kaeya Reconciliation, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None

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Direct Continuation of: Slip of His Mask [Kaeya Alberich & Diluc Ragnvindr]

When his father returned home with another child, Diluc was curious. He tried his hardest to get him to open up, but he was as tough to crack as a Geo Slime. He was told that the child’s stay wouldn’t be long. A week at most. 

Within that week, Diluc was restless, and he was sure the child was as well. So, he tip-toed through the hall to the child’s room, nearly avoiding a stray maid. Once at the door, he placed an ear against the door. Nothing— maybe he was asleep. Well, he wouldn’t know if he didn’t check so…

Slowly turning the knob, Diluc slowly peered into the room, then opened the door wide at the clear lack of something. 

Diluc stepped into the room, frantically looking side to side. “Where did you go?” 

“Why are you in here?” A quiet question from somewhere within. 

“Huh? I—Where are you?” 

Shuffling from somewhere—ah!

Diluc gasped. “Why were you under the bed?”

The child rubbed his eyes—eye. He only had one visible eye that was looking away from him, the other one was hidden behind a white eye patch. “...don’t worry about it.”

“But isn’t the floor cold and dusty?”

“It’s fine.” 

Diluc stooped down, pressing a palm against the hardwood floor. 

He was right. “It is cold!” He looked at his hand, then dusted it off. “And dusty.” 

“I said it was fine—” The child sighed, a bit annoyed. “Can you please leave?”

“I—” Diluc wanted to say more, but the way that the child was gripping his sleep gown stopped him. “Okay…”

He slowly retreated back out, stalling for as much as he could, but when the child said nothing else when he made it outside in the hall, he did exactly as he asked. 

And then a week became two, two became three, and three became a whole month. Oddly enough, things were just like when he arrived a month ago, but also different.

He came back home with his father, yes, but now he had his own clothes (no longer wearing Diluc’s old clothes). A new eye patch, a nice black one (the white was getting a bit dirty, probably from sleeping on the floor). And black folder clutched against his chest. 

And suddenly the child was adopted into the family.

This also when Diluc learned of his name,

Kaeya Alberich

For some reason, he didn’t want to take their last name. Diluc wouldn’t admit that he was upset. 

“Please reintroduce yourselves.” His father gently nudged Kaeya. 

“...I’m Kaeya…” His voice was still quiet, but he actually made eye contact now. 

“I’m Diluc.” He paused, “—um can I… give you a hug?”

Kaeya’s gaze immediately dropped to his shoes, and Diluc was sure that he would tell him no—until he gave the smallest of nods. 

A wide grin broke across Diluc’s face, and he threw his arms around the child—his brother. 

And he couldn’t see it, but was sure Kaeya was smiling too. 

However, that night, the truth settled in and unsettled one. 

Diluc woke with a start, a single shriek cutting through his slumber. He leapt from the bed, as if it were covered in a layer of Cryo, and made for the door.

He knew who that was despite never hearing him scream. 

“Keaya!” 

This scene was also familiar but not. Kaeya was on the floor (potentially was under the bed), but now the bed was overturned and things were flung around the room and destroyed. He was in the corner, clutching his head between his hands, muttering something in a language that wasn’t the common tongue. 

“Kaeya?” He asked, voice low as he stood in the doorway. “What’s wrong?” 

Kaeya’s head snapped over, fast enough that Diluc thought that it would swivel right off. 

His face was wet, and his brows were furrowed tight.  “Diluc…? Why are you—?”

“Because we’re brothers.” He smiled. 

But for some reason, Kaeya’s lip upturned, and he hid himself away again, sobbing into himself. Diluc fumbled with his fingers, tears already spilling from the ducts. 

Had he made things worse? Should he go and get Father? Or—?

But looking at how small Kaeya looked (and he was already small, despite them both being twelve-year-olds), he just couldn’t bring himself to leave, but they also couldn’t stay in this room. 

So, he carefully made his way over to his brother and took him by the hand. 

“What—?”

“We’re going to my room. It isn’t safe in here.”

“It’s fine. I’ll clean it up.” 

“No, I mean—this room isn’t safe from nightmares, so we have to go.” 

Kaeya fell quiet, so Diluc continued onward. 

His bed definitely wasn’t big enough for the both of them, but he made room. Held him as close as he could, tucking his head underneath his head, and told him everything would be alright.

He was his older brother, after all. 

However, 

Kaeya never did tell him what was wrong.

“Sometimes, life can change in an instant…so why didn’t you do more, Diluc?”

These dreams—nightmares were becoming more frequent. 

Ever since he became Cavalry Captain at the tender age of fourteen, he had been plagued with them. Dreams of failing important missions, allowing his follow knights to be harmed or killed, but worse of all—

“You said everything would be alright—that you would protect me. You’re a liar, Diluc.” 

He kept dreaming of both his brother and father dying.

Because of him. 

“You’re a liar, Diluc. 

You’re a liar, 

Diluc. Diluc, Diluc—

Diluc!” 

He woke up with a start. He was drenched with sweat, chest heaving and—

“Diluc?”

Kaeya was sitting on the bed, a hand on his shoulder, starry-blue eye gazing at him in concern. 

“Kaeya!” He threw his arms around him, tears falling fast and freely. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you and—”

“It’s okay, Diluc. It was just a nightmare.” Kaeya attempted to reassure him, rubbing small circles against his back.

“It can’t just be a nightmare. It’s been happening too frequently…”

Kaeya was quiet for a moment before gently pulling back, a small smile gracing his features despite the wet look in his eye. “Then we have to go.” 

Diluc almost asked him what he meant, but then he remembered. 

“Yes, we must.” 

And just like he had two years prior, Kaeya led him back to his room, which was now right beside his, and allowed him to take refuge in his nightmare-free room. The only difference now was that they had double beds now. 

Kaeya had a sudden growth spurt and was a few inches taller than him (but that was okay! He’d still be the taller, older brother by the end of their growing).

And just like he’d done before, Kaeya tucked his head underneath his chin and told him that everything would be alright.

So, Diluc knew that everything would be alright. 

Until it wasn’t.

Even after his return from his three-year journey, did Diluc not change much of his room. 

Just a few things here and there to accommodate his new-found hobbies.

One thing that remained the same, however, 

was his double bed. 

Now he found himself on your doorstep, all these years later. Entering the apartment with the spare key you had given him soon after Kaeya had moved in.

“For emergencies.” You had told him. 

He took his boots off at the door, knowing how particular you were, and also took off his coat as if compelled to do so. 

He had never once set foot in this place, and yet his feet carried him to a room with a closed door, where soft sobs slipped through from underneath the door. 

And just as he had all those years ago, Diluc slowly turned the knob, peering into the room. He crossed the threshold of no return, making his way to his brother’s slumped form. 

And yet, things were different. He didn’t know if he could just rush in and hold him like he used to, so instead he sat down beside him, hands gripping his knees. 

The silence was unbearable and Diluc felt like he was the cause of it, but just as he made up his mind to leave and fetch you

Kaeya reached for his wrist, clutching tight. 

And he knew, he couldn’t leave him. 

And so he coaxed him to lay down, joining him just as he had all those years ago. 

However, this time he didn’t tell him that everything would be alright because he didn’t trust his voice not to quiver.

So instead, he just tucked his head under his chin and held him close.

And maybe he could play pretend big brother again, just for this night. 

You found them, nestled in each other’s embrace and faces wet with tears.

You simply pulled the slipping blanket over the both of them and return to your bedroom. 

Closing the door softly behind you, you sighed.

"This was a start."

I wanted to read a fic about Kaeya sleeping under the bed because he was scared.

It somehow turned into this.

I decided to make it ragbros-centric so that more people can experience it.

You're welcome in advance.

Shout-out to reader's little involvement (you'll be back later don't worry). And maybe someone will be helping Diluc along too (who knows lmao).

I do. I know.

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[foxys-fantasy-tales]

Writeblr Cafe Secret Valentine Short

I signed up to give and receive a special secret story this V-Day with the @writeblrcafe event! The person I wrote a little story for will have to remain anonymous until I tag them in a re-blog of this on the 14th. So, for now please enjoy something way out of my normal style and topics! I had to scratch my head for a bit to come up with something I thought my assigned person would enjoy, so I hope you all like a little wholesome short of someone finding a pet and maybe something more along the way.

What a perfect day for a thunderstorm, and by perfect, they meant vile. Avery just had their hair cut and dyed and was currently attempting some vain protection with the thick Sunday paper. It had been left forgotten two weeks ago in their front seat next to a pack of gum approaching its first birthday. Only the ends of the faint rose gold color the hairstylist had recommended were damp by the time Avery tossed the soggy paper into the garbage. They stared at the peeling pawprint stickers on the window while under the canopy of the next stop on their list. 

Friends with Fur happened to be one of only two pet rescues in operation by what they had read online, and was also closest to their new apartment. The name was also more appealing than Montgomery Pet Adoption Center. They shook the rain off and brushed the shoulders of their maroon hoodie before stepping inside. 

“Hello!” 

Avery stumbled back just as the door shut behind them. A smiling woman in her early forties was finishing fixing up a messy salt and pepper colored bun in her hair, but still hopped out at the first bell ring like it was a boxing match. She was a bit too short and plump to have jumped the counter, and she took their bewilderment as an invitation. 

“This is Friends with Fur, or you already got that from the sign, huh? Come on in. Wipe your boots off, though I know the rug don’t look like much. Follow me.” 

“Uh, yes, ma’am.” 

Avery blinked a couple times before wiping their boots and jogging along after the woman who only came up to their chest at best. She turned back with another winning smile as she began to walk backwards through a couple sets of doors. 

“Love the hoops. Got some just like them but the cats like to hook their little paws inside and tug. Be careful of that, especially if you try and pick up Elenor. I don’t think there’s been a day in the months she’s been with us here where she hasn’t tried to swipe me regardless. Poor thing needs a good home, somewhere more quiet for her age. You’ll see we have plenty to choose from though, so have any kind of pet in mind? For you, right? Or are you looking for a friend or a sibling or some sort? Shoot! I didn’t even get your name!” 

“Uh, Avery. It’s for me. I just moved in over on Johnson Avenue. No specific pet in mind, but I’d like to walk off with something today if I can.” 

Anything was better than another quiet and sleepless night alone. The ruckus from the kennels and tanks they were approaching relaxed Avery’s tight shoulders, resulting in a soft slouch that only lasted a moment. Too many times had their father told them to straighten that back or expect to look like a cartoon villain in their elder years. They slouched again anyway. Amy, Emily, and little Bobby were far off and couldn’t tattle anymore. 

“Are you going to College here? You look about the right age is all. Dorms don’t allow any pets but fish and lizards if that’s the case.” 

Avery snapped back to reality and passed a hand through their hair. Vaguely they could recall hearing her say her name in return and a few random facts about this building, but nothing really stuck. They bent to be eye level with a pet behind those tell-tale lattice work steel fences. The swinging door was barred, and for a moment they recalled the sensation of their pudgy childhood fingers locked around the openings as they stared out at the dusty driveway and little else but trees and a few far off houses just like theirs. 

“That there is Will. We called him that ‘cause he’s willful. Always pops up barking a fit rather and likes to hoard the chew toys if he can manage. Got dropped off here as a pup a couple of weeks ago cause the family didn’t know how high energy his breed is. None of them had the time to play and walk him. Sadly, it’s a common story with a few of the pups here. That won’t be an issue for your living situation?” 

“Ah, no. I’ve got my own apartment. I’m going for a degree in Communications when the new semester starts up. One week… not too long to unpack.” 

The polka dotted pattern of fur was probably a fashionable choice. A dalmation would probably go off well with most people, given they were so well known. Didn’t a celeb have one, Avery wondered. Their thoughts trailed away until the pup licked their hand and woke them up for their reverie with a booming bark.

“Well, if you take a shine to the canines,” she giggled after her little attempt at sing-song, “Then you’ll need to be able to put in the care. Cats are a little less maintenance. We also have some hamsters and gerbils about. Lizards can be a breeze.” 

“I was hoping for something a little more uh, well, I don’t want to have to search my place for it if I let it out of its environment alone for a bit.” 

“Something you can touch, but not too wily then? Well, all our dogs right now are pretty hands on, most are, so lets scooch on down to the cats here. This way and step lively.” 

Avery retracted their hand from the kennel and waved to the pup before going. So many sets of eyes were on them they slid their hands into the kangaroo pocket at the front of their hoodie. On the way to the cats, there was a call from behind that was so clear it stopped them in their tracks before they could go through the yellowed doorway. The woman turned a few steps after and laughed, which only furthered the chill down Avery’s spine. 

“Heard our little songbird, did ya? Need to get her a friend, but most don’t end up here as residents in the good ways.” 

“Been a while since I heard a parakeet. Mom had one until last year.” 

“Oh? Well, how’d that go? People often like the same sorts of pets they grew up with.”

Avery didn’t. Their stomach turned at their imagination turning toward the sounds following them home, then back to the constant chanting of their mother’s little critiques of their appearance, of their chosen extracurriculars, of their chosen friends even. Once it happened right in front of their friends’ faces, all huddled by the television watching a movie, but not out of earshot. They didn’t come over much after that. 

They walked through the doorway and past the woman to the end of the row of cats. There sat the famed Elenor with her name written in pink glitter pen as if to make the fluffy, white cat with droopy eyes somehow more pleasing. There was even a matching bow tying up some overgrown fur out of her eyes to see, the same sort Emily used to wear. 

“Gerbils and hamsters are right behind that door to your left if you like.” 

“No, thanks. I’d like something that will live through my college years at least.” 

They winced after the thought slipped, but the woman didn’t pay any mind. She began to list the names of kittens like Itty, Bitty, and Teeny. Then there were a few older cats pointed out, but all Avery did was lift their head in intervals to nod now and again and lean to peer toward the other kennels. 

Elenor growled almost like a dog, but Avery took a shine to her appearance. They wondered if their sister would still be wearing bows like that by the time they visited home for the holidays. 

If they visited home for the holidays.

But their siblings didn’t have a choice. Even if they were struggling to adjust, the others didn’t have a say as of yet. Amy would get her say next year, but Emily would need to wait another six years before moving out. Maybe she’d need to wait more with the way the economy looked. They’d only managed to get out by working two jobs and letting their grades tank junior and senior year. It didn’t set them up in a great university, but it gave them a stable place to go. The apartment may be eerily quiet, but it beat arguing and sneaking around all the time. 

“Elenor seems sweet on you, but are you sure? You’ve just been staring for a while.” 

Avery coughed and jumped to their feet. Somehow, white fur had already gotten on their clothes, which they brushed at with a groan of defeat. Cat hair never came off anything. They learned that from their Grandma’s place. Wow. Really was like their sister just shedding on everything and claiming it. How many nice shirts did they lose that were found weeks later as her new nightshirts? 

“Maybe not a cat.” 

Avery sighed as they walked toward the lizard's area she motioned at briefly earlier. Their head remained low, eyes focused on the ground. They must have been causing trouble for this lady and had apologized for as much, but she just waved at it like she did everything and said it was no problem. 

The woman gestured grandly with jazz hands at a tank with a few tiny turtles in it. They would have fit easily in their hand, and to Avery’s surprise the woman picked it up carefully and held it out toward them. Avery took one step back. 

“A turtle?” they asked.

“A Reeve’s turtle to be precise. This one is already full size and has at least a decade ahead of him. He’s pretty fond of being picked up, which not all turtle’s are, but keep it to a short time frame. He also loves to swim just as much and gets a bit wriggly if you coddle him. Poor Jake still hasn’t forgiven himself for when he dropped the little guy on the counter a month back. Nothing but a little crack in his shell there in the side. We call him Nugget. Care requires a tank and a few pieces, but it’s not too bad overall. They’ll eat about anything. Greens, shrimp, well, I’ll make you up a list of foods if you like him.” 

Avery bit their lip. There was an unmistakable cuteness as the woman set it back in and they watched it calmly swim about and drift downward. There wouldn’t be any fur, but they would have to clean a tank. The task seemed daunting from the outside as the woman began to go over certain specifications they’d need to keep in mind. However, Nugget stared at them the whole time from behind the glass. 

Even though living in such a small spot seemed abysmal to Avery, the turtle seemed fine with it. Then again, that wasn’t so different from their own little studio setup that now surrounded the little critter. Avery smiled at a once sparse nook now covered in bags full of turtle supplies. They flipped on the little sun lamp and chuckled as Nugget made a beeline for it, but then groaned as they turned around and saw how many boxes were left to unpack before classes began. The soft hum of the aquarium motor and the rippling of water as their new friend swam about would have to serve as motivators. 

Halfway through a box and down the lettuce they were saving for a salad in tomorrow’s lunch, Avery discovered a framed photo in their belongings. Without being able to recall packing it, their first assumption was some slight from their parents. Maybe it was a picture of them at their sixth grade dance wearing clothes they hadn’t wanted to be caught dead in then, and wouldn’t be caught dead in now. Nugget’s cheerful munching on greens distracted them for a time, so with what small bit of courage such a small turtle could offer, they flipped over the frame. 

Behind shining glass still carrying the sterile scent of the store it must have come from was a photo of them with Emily on their shoulders from a few years back. Amy was in the background scarfing down a BBQ hotdog, while Bobby was still just starting to get around on his own and had somehow flipped his whole plate of chips into his curly hair. Oddly, not a single parent had been in frame. Avery couldn’t imagine them taking such a candid shot, much less keeping it. They flipped it back to find a corner of notebook paper barely sticking out the back. 

They laughed loud enough that Nugget stopped eating. The paper was written on in pink glitter pen and signed off with Love, Emily in such large letters that must have been the most important part to her. The rest of Emily’s note was short and sweet. 

Don’t forget us. We fight a lot, but we’ll also miss you. Maybe we could see your new place or stay over when it’s convenient? I’d like to see the city.

With the recent purchases for their new pet, there was a sizable hole in Avery's bank account, but they also knew the exact damages. Without missing a beat, they dialed their sister’s cell and waited to hear her voice. It took three tries, much to their annoyance, but when she did pick up Avery knew just what to say. They looked at their new roommate, their new walls, their new hair, and asked, 

“How would you like me to buy you a train ticket for the weekend?”

#wcsecretvalentine #writeblr

[chomperblue]

Intro Post!

[Icon made using CIM by Dolldivine]

Hey all! Maeve here, thought I should introduce myself. :)

I'm 26, live in a small town in Hoenn, and often visit family in Alola. I'm the local 'Pokémon Wrangler,' which really just means I take care of any Pokémon in town that end up where they shouldn't. When not called on a job, I sell honey from my Combee hives and jams and berries from my orchard. Many Pokémon consider my property their home, and I don't discourage them from visiting so long as they remain friendly.

My team (or really, the Pokémon who hang around the house the most) is currently six Pokémon strong!

Astrid is my Garchomp and my partner Pokémon. She tends to be standoffish, but she's a sucker for poképuffs if you have them <3

Cassia is my Luxray, she's very protective of me and offers comfort when I'm upset. She's wonderful with kids though, and I take her with me whenever I'm invited to a school to talk about Pokémon safety.

Bryony, my Mudsdale, helps with my work in the orchard and is my ride Pokémon whenever I travel. She's stubborn, like any Mudsdale, but my most loyal friend.

Dusty is my Arcanine, and definitely in love with Cassia (probably the main reason he sticks around). He likes lazing around in the sunbeams on my porch, and I sometimes have to clean up scorch marks when he soaks up too much heat.

Atlas is a Totodile, and adopted rescue from one of my wrangling jobs. He has been adopted by Astrid and she's been taking wonderful care of him; this is unexpected, but promising for Atlas' well being. Atlas loves running around after Astrid and being held by people.

Kiska is a shiny Mareanie (yes, I know her image is of a normal one) who I adopted from Floaroma Sanctuary. She's feisty, but has proven to be a great friend to my established team. I'm definitely keeping her away from the local kids until she's been trained.

That's most of my info! Questions / Asks / Interactions are welcome :)

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ooc: As I am developing this blog information about the character(s) may change. Please keep content surrounding my blogs and interactions with me positive and respectful. No NSFW, drugs, or mentions of being drunk/inebriated. Thank you!

Current character list page here: chomperblue.tumblr.com/CharacterList

There are a couple of characters associated with this blog, but Maeve is the official 'owner' and so is the default speaker. Each character will have a tag associated with them to clarify who is speaking on each post or ask response. For example, Maeve is tagged as "#Chomper says hi," and Helena is tagged as "#Helena Posts."

//mod info below!

[Picrew Here]

Hi! Call me Sundew. I’m a young adult, busy from Uni, based near the Arctic Circle. Please be kind! I curate my internet experience very harshly and will not interact with anyone/anything that makes me anxious. Tone indicators help a lot! (Especially when it comes to jokes) If you’d like to RP or plan an interaction drop me a DM!

I’d prefer if people under the age of 16 didn’t DM me. I want this blog to be enjoyable for anyone, but I’m uncomfortable with privately talking to someone younger than any of my real-life friends. Feel free to send an ask though!

If you want to send an ask to me instead of my characters, just address it to Sundew. :)

#unreality #pokeblogging #pkmn irl #pokeblog rp #chomper says hi

[slashingdisneypasta]

Okay yes, descriptions please! (If you don't mind)

Not at all!!! I'm so jazzed you're intrigued!!! ^^ 💛!!💘💥!💛!!💘💥!

First of all the basic plot of the story:

Hallie (the virgin) meets Edward Brown (the killer) and they hit it off- she's exactly the kinda girl he likes; friendly, kinda reserved, and they have... certain things... in common, it turns out. And to her, Edward's the perfect guy, too! He's a young English teacher at the high school and he's got this skinny Clark Kent thing about him?? Awkward, and funny. She doesn't realise he's a part of the little town's most powerful (and tight-lipped) family, the Bamford's (He was adopted into it- Edward Bamford-Brown), until she tells her best friend and roommate Maggie (the whore) about him. Maggie immediately develops a bad taste in her mouth when it comes to Edward she goes rogue and decides to investigate, employing Hallie's family doctor, Arthur (the scholar), and his old friend/new roommate combo, anxious ex-con Rodney (the fool), who just so happens to be Edwards adoptive aunt Carla Bamford's ex husband. Doors are opened for Maggie into the world of the Bamford's through Arthur and Rodney, and Winnie Bamford (the athlete) later, and she uncovers some bone chilling secrets about everyone in this family, and everyone a r o u n d them too, that make her determined to save her friend.

Basically I'm trying to tell a small town murder mystery using slasher movie tropes and themes (hence the virgin, whore, killer, scholar, fool, and athlete archetypes). And its f u l l of platonic love, because I don't think theirs enough of that around. And all the romances are doomed in one way or another.

Now the descriptions! ^^ 😅

Edward Bamford Brown: Age 30.

EDWARD! Our bastard. Edward is sorta nerdy looking. Like I said- he's got a skinny Clark Kent thing about him. Perfect dark hair (the curl), blue eyes, tall (almost lanky), broad shoulders- very handsome guy. Could be a total player, if he wasn't so awkward and sheltered (Instead he's kinda weaselly- well to everyone except Hallie and his mother). He wears mostly flannels over plain t-shirts and jeans combos and he wears dark-rimmed glasses.

Maggie E. Nashton: Age 25.

Maggie has some very bright, dusty purple hair cut in almost a bob (?? its short. Like collar length) and its usually messy, giving her the air of having just fucked someone- which likely she did. Her eyes are green and she wears dramatic make-up; ruby red lips and reds and oranges around her eyes, too. She's usually wearing a tight short skirt and knee high, sharp heeled boots. She wears purples, blacks, and greens.

Hallie Archer: Age 25.

Hallie looks like t h e interpretation of a Final Girl XD Straight blonde hair, tall, skinny, friendly face. Dresses conservatively but cute (Jeans, pale blue hoodies, pink t-shirts, white mittens, etc), and her eyes are a bright happy blue (even though, on the inside, our girl is actually very very sad. No I wont say why).

Winnie Bamford: Age 29.

Winnie is supposed to be very similar to Maggie... except just kinda off. Giving you uncomfortable de ja vu, because Winnie is just... well she's supposed to make everyone uncomfortable (*cough* especially her poor ex uncle rodney). She's the same height as Maggie and her hair's the same length, except its tamed and a plain brown colour. Her eyes are a dark grey, almost blue or black depending on the light. She plays netball (went to uni on a full scholarship for it) so she's always wearing something she can move in- if she cant move, she goes stir crazy. So cargo pants, swim-suits, sports-wear, basketball shorts, tank tops, etc. Usually in greens and browns. The woman doesn't wear as much make-up as Maggie does, but she will wear a little red eyeliner. If she doesn't have to, she wont wear shoes or socks. She has an excellent ass, too, (Maggie will attest). She worked for it!! XD 😅😂

Dr Arthur Canfield: Age 51.

Arthur's eyes are consistently described in the story as 'Brad Dourif Blue' XD I decided to keep the Brad Dourif face claim because Maggie's a huge Slasher fan and her favourite Slasher is Chucky! Arthur's most prominent feature is probably his hair, its very thick and kinda long-ish, and when he's focused (Which is pretty often- he's the sensible one. And genius), he's constantly running his hand through it. He most closely resembles BD in these Sons of Anarchy and Young Women's Blue's. I feel like he may look a little older though, cuz of the stress 😅😂

Rodney Hawk: Age 51.

Rodney's most obvious feature is that he's always wearing this caramel leather jacket (Which is a reference to another book I wanna write- but thats unimportant really), even when he goes to work (he's a cashier at a grocery store- its honest work and really its all he could get with his record. He doesn't mind it) he puts the blue vest over the top of his jacket. Rodney also looks younger then he is. I'd say he most resembles RE during the 90's?? Like in Urban Legend. But this Particular picture from Night Court is just perfect XD Rod's far less feral looking, he's trying his best to redeem himself from past crimes and he's got anxiety because of that, too. But the fluffy blonde hair?? The effortlessly sexy half beard?? Thats Rodney XD

#thank you for this oppertunity! #this was really helpful to flesh out a blurb and the characters appearences #Then He Got Rough

[penname-artist]

*tosses dusty* give me a Drabble merci and please!

(This is written in the Avian verse for those of you that are confused. They're humans with bird wings, okay? Okay. Rated G)

-

"Where is he!?!?" Dottie fretted, pacing the campsite. Dusty and Skipper had been missing for ages now, and it was starting to get dark. What could have been keeping them?

"There's no way we're going to find a way out of here," Skipper groaned, "there's no signal and my phones about to die as it is."

Dusty peered up into the tiny hole in the ceiling the two of them fell through. "Can we fly through that?"

Skipper followed his eyes. "No, that wouldn't work. We wouldn't be able to fit our wings through it."

Dusty pouted, turning back to the whole darkness that surrounded them. They'd falled into a cave system of sorts, with a big, wide floor and branching tunnels. Skipper seemed to want to head in the direction of them, but he hesitated.

"I haven't got the means of any lights, we'd lose our footing..."

A slow, steady smile stretched across the kid's face. He turned back to his mentor and adopted father. "Do you trust me?"

"Huh?"

"I said do you trust me?"

"What are you-"

"Answer the question!!"

"Okay, okay, yes, I trust you Dusty! But what does that have to do with all this?"

Dusty lifted a leg into the air, and stomped it hard into the rocky surface beneath them. All of a sudden, his shoe lit up with a pink and red glow, bright enough to see at least a couple of feet in front of them.

"Dusty...you're a genius!!"

"Thank you," he said, "I am exceptionally skilled under unique circumstances. Now come on, I'm hungry and it's cold out!"

-

The park rangers were just starting to go out looking for the pair of disappearing campers, when they heard it. Along the outer perimeter of one of the trails, there was a quiet, steady beating, like a big drum being played. The two searchers glanced at each other, confused. Behind them, in the thicket of bushes and overgrown weeds, the sound grew louder.

stomp...stomp...STOMP...

It stopped all at once. There was silence for a moment, and then-

"Well, this looks like a dead end. Rats!"

The two park rangers jumped toward the overgrown brush, pulling it aside and breaking an opening into a grown-over cavern. In it, their two missing campers, one of which was navigating with light-up shoes.

"Oh! Nevermind Skipper, I found the exit!"

Back at the campground, only after being fretted over and hugged and smothered with all manner of maternal affection- "okay OKAY, I'm not dead, sheesh!" -did the two explain how they managed to get out of their situation.

"The next time somebody calls me kiddish for wearing light-up shoes, I'll tell them I saved a LIFE wearing them last summer."

"You sure did, kid," Skipper said, "Thank you."

#disney planes #disneyplanes #planes fire and rescue #disney planes 2 #dusty crophopper #skipper

[thegreencanary]

Thank Damn you Henderson

Based on this list from my lovely @youreapipedream and it’s number 2

A/N: This is my work and I don’t give anyone the permission to post it anywhere claiming to be someone else’s. I worked hard on this, if you enjoy it please interact. Requests are open.

Summary: Steve x Henderson!reader see each other at Family video all the time and they flirt but when you bring Dustin in he helps his best friend get your digits.

TW: cursing mainly, it’s pretty much just fluff! Some light mentions of Upside Down stuff but nothing crazy.

It’s kinda short but Steve is fuckin adorable and a clumsy goofball in this. I tried to go for a GN reader but if there are female pronouns I’m sorry!!

“It’s fine Robin, just go home. I think I can handle the last 4 customers we’re gonna see.”

Steve shuffled Robin out the door, she wasn’t feeling good and he didn’t want to get sick. It was a super slow day, plus it was raining outside. Family Video was not the place to be in Hawkins tonight. A few hours passed and two people had come and gone, so he just needed two more to be exactly right about his prediction when the door opened.

“Yes!” He mumbled to himself, just one to go; but he immediately forgot about that when you could be seen just above the aisles looking for something.

“Hey! Y/N right?” Steve hopped over the counter stumbled a bit, causing a small laugh from you.

“Yeah! What’s up Steve?” You flashed the famous Henderson smile, but yours was with all the teeth. You found it funny that he hadn’t put together that you were Dustin’s sibling. Sure Dusty never talked about anything other than the Upside Down or his long distance girlfriend, but you’d think he’d tell his best friend about you.

“Living the dream…not mine but somebody’s.” He smiled at the soft cackle that came from you at his comment. He loved making you laugh, just hearing it made his whole week. Looking over the comedies Steve grabbed ‘Airplane’.

“Definitely this one today. It’s super funny, if you haven’t seen it yet.”

You grabbed the movie from his hand and your fingers touched. He blushed, you blushed and that’s how it was for you two for a few months. You’d come in, flirt and he’d recommend a movie. Regardless of if you had seen it or not you’d rent it and come back with a fresh review. Dustin told you he’d been all dreamy eyed about someone but you didn’t know who. I mean it’s Steve fucking Harrington. He may have lost his “king” title but he could still make anyone swoon. Plus, some of the things he’d done in the upside down made you really fall for him; based on what Dustin told you.

Dusty Bun never let you go with them. He made you promise to stay as far away from all of it as you could. Originally you protested, I mean he is your little brother, but after Billy died you realized how much he needed someone who wasn’t involved in all of it. He needed to come to you and just cry and take shelter in you from all the scary things. God you loved him and he was brave as shit but he was just a kid. You’d been thinking about it a lot lately and decided to take him to get some playing time at an arcade in Indianapolis, then a movie and some pizza. He was still gushing about some awesome game that he loved while you two walked into family video.

“Then when the other ships come out you get to BLAST THE—STEVE! What’s up my man!”

Immediately distracted by his adoptive father, Dustin rushed to the counter. You laughed as the gorgeous head of hair looked between you and Dustin.

“Wait….YOU’RE A HENDERSON?”

Dustin couldn’t help but laugh either. You two kept it pretty under wraps but it was always funny when someone found out.

“Dusty, check on your dad. I’m gonna go find us a movie, horror right?”

He nodded and gave his special wide smile. You kissed his head and looked up and down the aisles for something good.

Steve dropped his voice really low. “Dude that’s the one I’ve been fuckin—I didn’t know you even had siblings what the fuck!”

“Ohhhh you’re trying to become my brother in law huh??” Dustin raised his eyebrows and Steve smacked him.

“Shit I mean I don’t know. I just…it so easy to talk with Y/N and I-“

Dustin cut him off and shouted to you.

“Steve is coming over for the movie tonight!”

“Damn you Henderson I swear to God I’m gonna feed you to a demigorgon”

You shouted over the aisles “okay! I think I found a good movie!” Walking back up with ‘The exorcist’ you smiled and grabbed a pen and paper from your backpack.

“Here. Just call me when you’re done so I know when to expect you.” Steve blushed at the thought of getting your number but he already had it because it’s the same as Dustin’s.

“Yeah I..I know the number. I kinda have it memorized cuz of the butthead over here.”

“Hey!”

“Well…you can call and ask for me if you want…sometime…”

Holy shit what. You wanted to talk to him outside of Family video?? Fuck yes!!

“Yeah?”

You chuckled and nodded. “Yeah”

“Yeah! Okay! Yeah! Awesome! Cool! Yeah! I’m gonna go back to…yeah!” He was making a fool of himself and even Dustin smacked his hand to his forehead. You chuckled and gave a small kiss on Steve’s cheek.

“We will see you tonight okay?”

“Okay!” He’d all but melted at the kiss. Dustin went to say something and he stopped him before he could.

“Shut it Henderson.”

Dustin rolled his eyes and headed to the door as you rented the movie. On the way out he shouted at Steve,

“You’re WELCOME!”

Steve murmured to himself. “Thank God for you Dustin.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve x y/n #steve x you #eddie stranger things #dustin henderson #steve and dustin #Henderson and Harrington #steve the hair harrington

[fryingpan1234567]

just. dbd things

hc Wraith talks like Mono from Castle Swimmer with those little dusty black magic illustrations spread the word

say it with me kids: Frank of the Legion is a bratty bottom (and Danny reminds him as often as possible)

Anna (Huntress) has adopted all of the Legion, Sadako, and Spirit (she and Pig make a lovely couple to raise murder-babies such as themselves)

Susie and Julie are gay (FOR EACH OTHER), Joey is aroace, Frank is bi af

the Doctor speaks all proper and professional, even if his face and personality are anything but

the girls are bestie goals honestly (SLAY)

see the killers would be better with some fashion sense. literally all of them. the techwear? the potential? pls

(YES PLEASE IMAGINE GHOSTIE AND THE LEGION IN TECHWEAR I’M BEGGING YOU)

make this the year Ghostface has sparkly heeled combat boots ingame

Mr. Myers has a thing with knives. he tries to steal Pyramid Head’s all the time because it’s just That Much Bigger

Oni and Spirit are related (I’ve seen this one before) like same family n stuff

Danny is social media famous for recording random slice-of-life bits of “sick cosplayers” and “epic Halloween costumes” and Insta and TikTok made him famous

Susie redyes her hair every month to keep the roots pink and cuts it herself, with her own knife

#dbd #headcanon #ghostfrank

[greythornelegacy]

A Fool's Desperation

A response to my FC's Question of the Day that spun out into something a little bigger. Achenbald is the father of my main, Tobias "Tobi" Greythorne (they/he). Further backstory is... probably forthcoming. At some point. If anyone cares. Mostly I'm posting here so I can link back to it from our FC discord instead of posting the entire thing there.

Mostly unedited, and written piecemeal around working at my job today.

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It was a rare warm evening on Sharlayan. Summer was at its height, and while the sun had edged beyond the horizon, the day's heat still lingered, so the windows of Greythorne Manor stood open to let in the flower-scented breeze from the gardens. Achenbald lingered in the doorway to the study; in his youth, those times they'd visited home from the Colony, it had been his favourite place in the entire manor, heavy with the scent of old books and dusty artifacts, and even before his disappearance he had lost count of the number of times he'd fallen asleep in one of the deep leather armchairs, listening to his mother, or an uncle, or his grandfather slowly turning the pages of one or another ancient tome. (Or, in the case of one uncle, the romance novels he "secretly" read for pleasure that were, unbeknownst to that uncle, known to everyone in the family.)

He'd thought that the manor was empty. Tobi and their husband were spending the evening at the Studium, he knew, while Hrodric and Rocky had left that morning for a trip back to Kugane; it was late enough in the day that those few servants who Tobi had engaged after reopening the house had gone home for the evening. No one else was in residence to Achenbald knowledge, so the flickering light from the study had been… alarming, at least until he saw Fourchenault Leveilleur sitting at the broad, sturdy table that took pride of place in the center of the room. The flickering light was a small crystal orb on a slender brass stand, one that Achenbald thought Fourchenault must have brought with him. "Ah. Hello, Master Leveilleur."

At his words, Fourchenault looked up, startled. "Oh, mine apologies. Alphinaud had indicated the house would be empty this evening, with the goings-on at the Studium, and Tobias offered an invitation to explore the Greythorne's collection. He had suggested that there might be a tome of interest to my current course of study." He began to gather his things -- parchment and quills, a pot of black ink, another of blue, one of red -- into a battered satchel. "I shall leave you to it, Master Greythorne."

"Please, call me Achenbald." At his words, Fourchenault slowed, then stopped gathering his things. "And while it has been far more years than I care to think since I explored these shelves, I might be of some assistance in tracking down whatever it is you're looking for."

Fourchenault considered him for a long moment, then nodded. "Then, please, Fourchenault. I remember you, you know," he said, finally, as he retrieved the materials he'd begun to pack away. "I was younger than you, of course, during the Exodus, but very few had missed the name Achenbald Greythorne. To hear the… stories… from Alphinaud, and from Tobias, it seems your talents with arcanima have only grown in the interim."

"Yes, well. A few years in the godsforsaken Void will do that to a person."

The words still Fourchenault's hands. "I… had not heard the specifics. Simply that you had been recovered, and had aged little in the interim."

"We've been keeping it 'need to know', as it were. Most people don't need to know." Achenbald walked over to the table and began looking over the documents. "You're… some kind of family, at this point. Tobi's all but adopted your twins as the younger siblings we never gave him, so you're… Well. Family isn't always about blood, after all, and with the transitive properties…"

A strangled sound came out of Fourchenault's throat. Achenbald glanced over to see the man had blanched. "I… hadn't considered that," he admitted. "That Tobias viewed Alphinaud and Alisaie as family, yes, of course I had noticed this, and despite my earlier misgivings, I know they have no greater, no more stalwart ally. They could do little better in a mentor. However, that this had implications to… other relationships…"

"All I'm saying is it'd be nice to have you and Ameliance over for dinner," Achenbald said, with a wry grin. "The two of you raised some incredible young people. For all your differences, it is the traits that they each inherited from you that make them who they are. Alphinaud has Ameliance's… softer touch, alongside all that he inherited from Louisoix, and Alisaie's stubbornness -- which, from the stories I've heard, has saved them all more times than I like to think about -- surely comes from you."

"Yes, well, if you're finished listing my faults…"

"It's not a fault," Achenbald said, picking up one of the pages and wandering over to the shelves. There was, he thought, a tome dealing with this exact topic, if could remember the title. "That stubbornness was a significant factor in the success of the entire Labyrinthos project and the development of the Ragnarok. While it may not have been used the way you originally intended, it wouldn't have been ready if not for you and the team you led." He ran his finger along the spines, stopping finally at a title that pinged his memory. "Here. I think this holds what you're looking for."

Fourchenault took the proferred tome, although he did not look at it before he set it on the table. "My thanks. As for my… stubbornness… I will admit, it is difficult to view it through that lens. That same stubbornness nigh destroyed my family."

Achenbald shrugged. "You were desperate."

"I- what?"

"You were desperate," he repeated. He pulled out one of the chairs from the table and sat, gesturing for Fourchenault to do the same. "Tobi told me about… well, everything, while catching me up on what's occurred in my absence. On their adventures, both before the Scions and with them. They felt it meet that I be aware of some of the, ah, potential tensions in the Leveilleur family, so as not to misstep around Alphinaud or Alisaie.

"It's a strange thing, though, isn't it? Standing in front of your children, remembering when you held them as babes, only to find that they've become adults, become your equals, while you weren't looking? So. Desperation. You disowned them, yes, but not out of anger. Not because you wanted them out of the family. You were desperate for any route you could find to bring them back into the fold. You wanted to scare them into coming home, to save them from a threat that you could not tell them about, no matter how much you wished you could. But you didn't know them anymore, not the way you thought you did. You couldn't know that it would embolden them instead."

Fourchenault nodded slowly, sighing. "And full glad am I that it did. I have… wrestled with certain conceptions I have held about Sharlayan and its place in the larger world. Long have I called my father a fool for his acts after the Exodus, for his actions leading up to the Seventh Umbral Calamity. And yet… It is no easy feat for a man to recognise that he, instead, is the fool. That actions, that beliefs, I held to be faultless, to be right, were in fact… flawed. That, through my own adherence to Sharlayan orthodoxy, I neglected to recognise basic facts about the world. We, as a nation, almost to a one, failed to do so, in our own arrogance about our supposed superiority."

Laughing, Achenbald reached over to clap a hand against Fourchenault's shoulder. "It's an arrogance I remember well. Hells, I exhibited it more than enough myself, growing up in the Colony. And… well, I, too, know a thing or two about meeting your child and no longer knowing them. While I have nothing but pride about the person Tobi has become, I can't say that I'm happy I missed all the years in between." He shook his head, dispelling the cobwebs that threatened to overtake him whenever he thought overlong on his time in the Void. "But enough of that. You have work to do, and I may be of assistance with it. Where shall we start?"

#ffxiv #endwalker #endwalker spoilers #fourchenault leveilleur #ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv oc

[pokemon-pal78]

Kingdom Of Dreams/ Chapter One:

Hi, my name is James , and you are probably wondering why my adoptive brothers and I are all beat up with bruises and broken bones. Yes, I know this sounds cliché, but please stick with me.

First about my adoptive brothers, Chase is six feet tall, has short brown hair, glasses, is muscular and has pale skin and blue eyes. He wears a white t-shirt, old blue jeans, boots, and has a belt with a bald eagle on the buckle. Maysn is five feet and five inches ,skinny, has long unkempt red hair, freckles, and also has pale skin and blue eyes. He wears a red jersey, black basketball shorts, and sandals. I am five feet and six inches tall. I have brown eyes, curly brown hair, and I have much tanner skin than my brothers. I am wearing a striped t-shirt, khaki shorts, tennis shoes, and have a silver chain necklace.

Now back to my story. It all started at an old dusty library on our college campus whose bookshelves were huge and they were set up kind of like a maze. “Man, why are we even here?” Maysn asked. “Well Maysn, we got banned from the bar because somebody got way too drunk and decided to pick a fight a bouncer!” Chase replied while glaring at me. “In my defense, I was challenged to a drinking a game and that asshole had it coming,” I replied. “That doesn’t make our situation any better,” Maysn said. “Look guys this is the only other remotely interesting thing on campus we can do so lets make the best of it,” Chase said before we explored the library.

I found a big book with a red cover lying on a little blue table, but when I opened it the pages were blank. I read the cover of the book. There was a message on the front saying “ehpl su lesaep!”. I said it to myself a few times to figure out what it meant, but then the book turned into a black hole and sucked all three of us up. (How rude of it)!

We fell out of the black hole and landed on soft, green grass in a wide open plane with clear blue skies and no buildings in sight. “Ow! James what the hell did you do now!” Maysn screamed at me. “I didn’t do anything, I was just looking at a strange book”. I told him. I looked down at my phone and it said I had a negative signal, somehow. We saw a sign that said “Welcome to the Kingdom Of Dreams, beware of Habiattackers ”. “Well we aren’t in Kansas anymore” I said. “James, our college is in Illinois,” Chase said. "But I was trying to make a joke… you know what, just forget about it. This conversation has already broken the pacing," I said annoyed. We spent a little while walking around until we fell into a mine that had broken rails, exposed orange crystal, and torches on the sides.

“Oof! That hurt, I think I landed on a rock,” I said. “James ! Get off of me!” Chase demanded. “Hey what's that?” Maysn asked. There were markings of a water drop, a leaf, and a flame. “Well that is weird,” I said. Then I heard loud yelling. We look over and see a lot of large, angry, hairless mole things with green eyes, cat-like ears, sharp claws and teeth plus green saliva coming out of their mouths. Apparently these things are called Habiattackers. Once we saw them we climbed back up and out of the mine but they kept chasing us.

Thankfully we saw a big beanstalk so we climbed it. We climbed about half way up it, but Masyn slipped and fell in a beehive the size of a castle. “Dammit Maysn! Why are you always getting in trouble,” Chase said. Then Chase and I realized we had to go in and save him

#novella #indie author #fiction #writerscommunity #books and libraries #writers #writingcommunity #books #novels #reading #fantasy #fanfiction

[superherokisser]

💡💬🐾 for the askgame :3 for any of ur kids 🤍

haiii kokomi!!!! thank you for the ask :)

💡- ok guys this is gonna be a little funny. a little silly but me and michael found gregory literally on the side of the road in a box😭we were gonna take him to the adoption center but then we were like. yk what let’s keep him and then we asked and he was like “you live like 6 minutes away from the pizzaplex yes please/hj”

and then sammy just. appeared on our doorstep. for sammy we kind of new he was “the one” because there was this whole thing about sammy being our kid from a destroyed timeline. long story.

🐾- YESSS WE DO!!! most of them are damian’s pets but we have alfred (the cat), batcow (cow), titus and ace (dogs) but i think titus and ace are literally the same dog…there was like a whole thing apparently…idk…they are different dogs 2 me and then dusty who is alex’s dog.

gregory’s favorite is batcow😭 but sammy likes alpine the best who technically isn’t even our cat. she’s bucky’s cat. OH YEAH and damian’s favorite pet is his dragon bat, goliath :)

💬 - sammy’s first word was papa!!!and he was talking to michael :)

#kokomi <3 #sammy’s story is a little crazy i haven’t thought about it in a hot minute😭

[burningrosesbythesea]

The one where we get some flashbacks :D

beginning

previous

Words: 1941

“The manor looked significantly different when multiple people inhabited it,” Milo noted as he roamed the halls. 

The hallway felt familiar, but it felt off. Milo had grown accustomed to his grandfather’s barren and dusty manor, with every fancy piece of furniture covered by a white cloth. This hallway felt lively, filled with memories of children running and laughing— and probably the memories of chasing each other with dangerous weapons. 

Situations like these made Milo wonder what really happened between his father and grandfather. Why did Damian Al Ghul-Wayne return to the League? 

When he first saw Bruce Wayne without the cowl, his heart nearly skipped a beat because he looked nearly identical to his Baba (er– well, technically his Baba looked nearly identical to his grandfather).

“Okay, I think I’m lost.”

He sighed in defeat as he looked around the hallway; all he wanted was a glass of water! Apparently, he didn’t know Wayne Manor as well as he thought he did. 

///////

“Grandpa?” Milo called out, wandering around the empty manor. For an old man, he sure knew how to move around quickly. It’s not like he wanted to be here in the first place, but Otou-san couldn’t take him to work and he was too sick to attend school. Aunt Cass left the country for a mission, Uncle Duke was too busy with work, and Tim’s family was currently on vacation. 

So that left Grandpa Bruce in charge of taking care of him. Not that Milo minded, but his grandpa brooded all the time, stuck in the past. Also, the manor was too damn cold all the time. 

“Woof!” 

“Ace!” Milo squealed, wiping his runny nose with his sleeve. “There you are! I was getting worried. Can you take me to Grandpa please?” He approached the large dog and gave him a few loving pets. 

Ace appeared to like that and nuzzled his leg before seemingly gesturing for Milo to follow him. It only took a few minutes for the large dog to lead him to the kitchen; Bruce stood before the stove squinting at an empty can of tomato soup while a small pot simmered. 

“Grandpa?” Milo chirped before loudly sneezing into his elbow. 

“Ah, Milo. I was about to find you,” he grunted, setting the can down. 

“What are you doing?” He wondered, taking note of the tomato smell in the air. 

Bruce grabbed a bowl from the cupboard (which was faded and cracked with age) and set it down on the counter beside him. “Making you lunch, I figured you might be hungry.” 

He approached the counter and grabbed the can, “Instant Soup.” Milo read. 

“I can’t cook. Been relying on Cass, Duke, or Tim for actual meals. Sorry kid.” 

The 9-year-old shrugged, “That’s fine Grandpa. It’s the thought that counts.”

Bruce grunted again before looking at him, “How are you feeling now?”

“Better, my throat still hurts though.”

His calloused hand gently touched Milo’s forehead to check his temperature, “You feel less warm than last time. I think your fever is breaking.” Bruce returned to the soup and turned off the heat. 

“Do you make instant soup often?” the boy asked, walking to the silverware drawer and fishing out a small spoon. 

His grandfather responded with another grunt, which Milo took as a yes. He sat down at the dusty table and Bruce set a hot bowl of soup in front of him. He studied the man in front of him, down to the large scar that ran down his face. 

“You look like your father, you know.” Bruce mused, leaning against his cane. 

“I know,” Milo chirped, “Baba says I look a lot like Otou-san.”

The older man smirked and took a seat next to Milo, “I was talking about Damian, you two have the same look in your eyes.”

He felt his flush, “Oh. I didn’t know that.” 

“Does Damian tell you that you look like Akira a lot?”

“Yeah, he does.” Milo blew at his soup and took a tentative sip. “He says I’m lucky I take after Otou-san. Cindy’s the one who takes after Baba even though she’s adopted.” 

Bruce’s brow furrowed, “Really? Why’s that, Milo?”

“Cindy likes fighting, and she’s really good at it! She sees Baba’s vision for the League and wants to take over once Baba thinks she’s ready.”

“Ah, I see.” 

“I don’t wanna fight the way Baba wants me to fight though,” Milo continued. “I wanna be a doctor when I grow up.”

His grandfather almost seemed amused at his words, “My father was a doctor too before–” Bruce shook his head, “never mind. I think I still have some of his stuff in the attic if you want to look at them.”

That immediately caught Milo’s attention, “Really? Do you mean that?!” 

“Of course, I just need to rummage around that dusty old attic for a few hours until I find the right box.”

“Shway! Thank you, Grandpa!” Milo squealed. He wanted to hug his grandfather on the spot, but a coughing fit told him that wasn’t such a wise idea, to begin with, if he didn’t want to get Bruce sick as well.

“Take it easy,” the older man advised, reaching out to ruffle his spiky black hair. 

///////

By some miracle, Milo wandered into the kitchen without setting off any boobytraps— which is a huge accomplishment by the way. Now all he needed was to find a cupboard…

. . . 

If someone had told little Cindy that she would one day become a vigilante, little Cindy would have laughed at their face. She was going to be the next Demon’s Head! She was going to be her father’s successor!

Yet here she was, decades into the past when her father was 12 and Aunt Cass was still Orphan, as a vigilante. Cindy wondered if young Damian would be terrified knowing that he eventually returns to his roots…

“No,” Cindy internally scolded herself, “Don’t think about that. As long as I don’t mention too many things about the past, Baba will never find out.”

Oh, she hated keeping secrets, and she didn’t know how long she’d be stuck in the past. The mere thought of being stuck here forever and perhaps ruining the timeline shook Cindy to her very core. She can’t risk that! She can’t risk the lives of other innocent children because she can’t keep her big mouth shut…

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Lightning flashed across the sky in a jagged line, cutting through the inky black clouds like a knife. Rain pounded against the window as if the water wanted to break the glass. The wind howled violently, the fire crackled relentlessly, and branches slammed against the manor on occasion. 

14-year-old Cindy yawned and lowered her pencil onto the carpeted floor below her. She reached out to pet Ace, who decided to act as her personal heater for the night. “I guess I’m not allowed to patrol tonight, huh?” 

Bruce grunted, “Cass wouldn’t want you patrolling in this weather to begin with.” He turned to her, “So might as well study up for that big test you have tomorrow.”

“But that’s so boring!” Cindy whined, rolling onto her back in a dramatic fashion. “I already know everything I need to know!”

“Oh really? What’s the first 100 digits of PI?” Bruce challenged, narrowing his blue eyes at her. 

Cindy coughed awkwardly, “Okay, maybe not *everything*, but in my defense I’m not going to be using PI to solve any cases.”

“Better to be safe than sorry.” 

Ace nuzzled against Cindy as if he were trying to comfort her.

“How come you and Baba stopped talking?” Cindy asked, returning to stroking Ace’s black fur. “I know Otou-san knows, but he won’t tell me; Baba always ignores my questions revolving around you.”

Bruce sighed, “It’s a long story Cindy, but to sum it up, Damian and I didn’t see eye-to-eye anymore.”

“Well, that sums things up.” the girl scoffed, “That leaves way more questions than answers.” 

“Well, you better figure it out, Cindy.” 

“I’d rather take my chances on patrol.” 

“Oh really?” he raised his eyebrow skeptically.

Cindy sulked with annoyance, “Okay, not really. I’ll go back to studying I guess.” 

Bruce grunted, obviously pleased that he won an argument with his 14-year-old granddaughter. 

“How does it feel knowing that your son married a retired villain?”

“Surprisingly, not surprised.”

“Huh. What about knowing that you had grandkids?”

“Okay, well that was a surprise.” Bruce chuckled, fondness flashing in his eyes; a rare occurrence for sure. “But I was even more surprised with the fact that I eventually got to be a part of your life.” 

“I love you too, Gramps.” Cindy teased, watching how Bruce scoffed and (unsuccessfully) suppressed a smile. 

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Cindy turned to her aunt’s sleeping figure beside her and studied how peaceful she looked for once. No hard lines and harsh scars strewn across her face. Cassandra Cain was so different in the past before she took on the mantle of Batman/Batwoman. Way before Gotham grew into an unmanageable city. 

Cindy let herself relax and allowed sleep to overcome her. 

. . . 

“Yeah, I know. Please don’t do anything rash— I– Dami, listen— Yes, I know.” Akira sighed, “Don’t enter Gotham in a bloodthirsty rage, please… I love you too, Darin.” 

Damian hung up the phone, leaving Akira all alone on the balcony of Tim’s penthouse. His gut knotted up with anxiety with the idea of Damian storming Gotham with an army of assassins behind him to avenge their possibly dead children. 

“No,” Akira thought, shaking his head, “Minoru, Cindy, and Terry are fine. They have to be– Oh shit, what am I going to tell Terry’s mother? Fuck–”

He pinched the bridge of his nose to alleviate the oncoming headache that would surely keep him up all night. As much as loved Damian, he did wish that his husband wouldn’t be so downright bloodthirsty. Of course, that might be a side-effect of the Lazurus Pit–

A sharp squeal originating from the penthouse caught Akira’s attention. “THEY’RE ALIVE!” Matt shrieked, followed by some crashing. 

Akira had never entered a room so quickly before, “Alive?! Are they okay?!” 

Tim groaned as he collected the scattered papers from his upturned desk— possibly the courtesy of an overly excited Matt. Stephanie hauled the boy up by his armpits, clearly amused, “Tim found a flaw in the laser.”

“The math used to create the beam was absolutely horrendous,” Tim chimed in, “The fuckers couldn’t even add up the numbers correctly.” 

“Meaning?” Akira pressed as he helped Tim clean up his study. 

“DOVE didn’t create a laser, they created a portal. To where? I don’t know, but they’re not dead; well, I hope so. Anything could have gone wrong.”

“Tim!” Stephanie scoffed, “Not helping!” 

“Guys!” Matt cut it, preventing the third argument of the night, “How are we going to get Terry, Cin, and Milo back?” 

Akira completely forgot about that. 

“I doubt we can create another laser,” Tim said, getting up and tossing a stack of papers onto one of his shelves. “Too much money and time, plus we have to take the fact that the laser was powered by radioactive materials; and honestly, I don’t want to deal with the paperwork.” 

“So how do we get them back?!” Matt wailed. His hands flew up to his black hair in distress. 

Clearly, Matthew was distraught.

“I don’t know,” Tim sighed, rubbing his temples. “Magic, maybe.”

Tim’s tone implied that he was being sarcastic, but a lightbulb went off in Akira’s head. 

“I think I know a guy,” Akira announced, a wide grin spreading across his face. 

“Oh god.” Tim groaned. “Anyone but him.”

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