#his uncle or grandpa taught him when he was younger to like

[unexpectedbrickattack]

Love the tragic irony of peppino having used to keep his hair long ngl...... Btw do you think he used to have some different hobbies back then? :O

(good luck w that comm btw-)

I dont think its tragic! His hair STILL comes down to his shoulder; he just doesnt have any annoying hair in his face that would make him want to make a ponytail. I think when u start balding u either panic or make ur peace and i think he was too worried about Other Things to care about it lol

As for hobbies, he has a Couple that i thought were cute and fitting.

Despite the anxiety, he is a bit of an entertainer. He can do magic tricks! Not very flashy ones but he knows alot of card and sleight of hand tricks; it is fun to see people stare in disbelief, and its a good way to keep his hands busy. The Autism prevents him from withholding Magic Secrets; if anyone asks him how he did it he will be very happy to share it. It helps that tricks are STILL hard to perform, even if u have the Knowledge of how it works.

He doesnt consider himself an artist but he can do caricatures 😊 I am very attached to my hc that he drew the little storefront logo for his own shop. Partly bc it would be easy for him to draw; mostly bc he did not want to waste money to get someone ELSE to do it if he could just do it his damn self. You will not catch him drawing or sketching anymore, even post game when hes doing better overall. But like most things, u can press him into showing off a little bit if u say the right words.

I hesitate to call it a hobby, but he will go jogging almost Daily. Well. When he was younger he jogged daily but nowadays he will at the very least Walk daily. He does it really early in the morning before he opens up shop, or in the evening if the weather permits. He doesnt like the rigidness of ‘working out’ though, and will avoid it like the plague; he is a little baby (princess) and does not want to get achey muscles and he does Not want to sweat at all its the worst. Post game, he will have random peeps join him for walks. He does not ask for this but it is not the WORST thing in the world to have some company :)

#answered #chattin #peppino #i have a bunch of other ones but wehhh #this will be an essay #which is what im trying to avoid now hdjdbdksk #he can bake as well he is just very good w foods overall #but when he got older and more stressed it accidentally turned into him stressbaking #he used to give it away to neighbors (bc the thought of throwing out food makes him ILL) #but now he gives it to noisette and gus bc they are literally black holes #they will simply eat anything and everything #also i think he can play on a concertina but only bc like #his uncle or grandpa taught him when he was younger to like #Expand His Brain or some shit; u know- teach them when theyre young bc theyre so receptive to new things #and THIS is bc i think it would be cute if he made a tiny peshino prototype for like marketing reasons #and he based it off of him being Just Okay with the instrument #and the tinkering is bc i think him being a BROKE BITCH meant that he was unable to literally call for repairs around his shop (and home…) #so he just took it upon himself to learn how to do basic repair stuff #and like #keeping his hands busy #tinkering to make a little windup toy seemed to make sense from there bfjdndkdndk #hes got lots of very minor talents and skills but they add up to give u a man that has approximate knowledge of many things #and he keeps it all to himself bc hes a loner :) #OMG how did i almost forget; thank u; i am still lining this comm #its not even BAD i am just. uninspired #i like draw big dudes buff OR fat and i am drawing Some Guy #so ive been dragging my feet through the mud gettin it done #but on god im finishing this lines tonight

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hi there, I just stumbled upon your posts and I’m in love with the Sons of Leonardo one! 🤍 can you write more about Leo and his family, maybe about how his brothers get along with their nephews and niece? 💙💙💙

Plz and thank you!!

Love Of Uncles (Fluff)

Bayverse!Leonardo x reader

A/N: I most certainly can! Hope you didn’t wait too long💙 I’ve had this idea, that even when the guys get married and have children, they would still live together as a sort of collective, each with their own area/rooms where they, their partners and the kids sleep. With that being said, they see their uncles, aunts, grandpa and cousins everyday, making them pretty close💙

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Warnings: Spelling💙

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“Are you sure you got her?”, Leo asked in a worried tone, watching as Donatello hugged Valentina closely against him, the 2 year old happily resting her head against her uncle.

“I got it, Leo”, Donnie answered, leaning his head towards his niece, causing the young girl to giggle. “I have twins. I know how to take care of a child”.

“I know, I know”, Leo said with a sigh, the worry still clear in his eyes. “But if anything happens-”.

“Nothing is going to happen Leo”, you said, cutting your husband off. “Like Donnie said, he got her”.

Leo looked at you with an almost pained expression on his face. He had never been a big fan of leaving your kids behind in the lair, without at least one of you to look after them. Especially not while your youngest was still a toddler. In the two years that had made up Valentina’s life so far, Leo had gone up an extra step in his protectiveness, both him and your sons making sure that there was nothing that could harm her in the slightest.

You and Leo had finally decided to go spend some couple time alone in April and Casey’s cabin. It had been his brothers’ idea, seeing how having four kids at very different ages was starting to take a toll on you. Sure, you had 18 year old Romeo to help out, but with his new found freedom and enjoyment for the world above, you did not want to force him into staying in the lair and taking care of his siblings.

“Don’s right, Leo”, Mikey said, walking by carrying Luis and Gerardo under each arm, the 12 year old cousins laughing and having the time of their life, as 10 year old Ragnar followed behind, poking at their feet. “We got them, like we always do. Isn’t that right, Raph?”, Mikey called out for the turtle in red.

“Sure we do”, Raph said, watching with a proud smile as Joan and Marcello showed Minerva how to punch a punching bag, exactly the way he had taught them.

“I’m still not too comfortable with it”, Leo sighed, already imagining all the ways things could go wrong while he wasn’t there.

“Leonardo”, sounded Master Splinter’s voice from the entranced to the dojo, 16 year old Galileo and 18 year old Romeo’s heads poking out of the door as Splinter made his way over to his oldest son, making sure he did not step in Dorothy, Marie and Sunny’s little get together at the end of the staircase. “There’s no reason to be worried. You and (Y/N) can safely go on your trip while we look after the kids”.

“Not that we need any looking after”, Marcello called out from the other side of the lair. “Last time I checked, it was only Valentina that still wore a diaper”.

“Hey!”, Romeo yelled out from the dojo sliding doors, his attention directed at his younger brother. “Be nice!”

“I did nothing!”, Marcello yelled back, starting a loud argument between the two, yelling from each side of the room. Leo sighed loudly and rubbed the bridge of his beak. This was one of the many things he feared would happen.

“Romeo! Marcello!”, Splinter yelled with a stern voice, tapping his cane against the ground with a loud bang, causing your sons to cease their fighting. “No fighting!”

“Sorry, grandpa Splinter”, they both mumbled, looking sheepishly at their feet. You tried to hide your smile as Splinter turned to Leo, a smug smile on his snout. “I believe we got them under control”.

“Well”, Leo said reluctantly. “I guess you’re right…”

“Of course he’s right!”, you said, tossing your bag in your husband's direction, causing him to blink in surprise when he caught it. “Now, let’s go. We should have left 20 minutes ago!”, you continued, pushing him towards the exit of the lair, as he called out the last few reminders to his brothers.

“Donnie! Remember that Valentina has sensitive skin! No soaps with perfumes! Remember what I told you about her sleeping schedule! Mikey! No milk to Gerardo! He’s lactose intolerant!”

“I’ve known that for the last 12 years!”, Mikey called back with a big smile, enjoying the laughter of Luis, Gerado and Ragnar as they hung onto the back of his shell.

“Raph!”, Leo continued, almost playing tug of war with you in order to get him out of the door. “Remember Marcello’s bedtime! He gets grumpy when he doesn’t get his sleep!”

“Dad, I’m 15!”, Marcello yelled back.

“Yeah, but your sleep schedule is still worse than uncle Donnie’s!”, Leo said, causing Donnie’s children to snicker. “Oh! And dad!”, Leo continued, the old rat nodding. “Please make sure Romeo doesn’t get himself stuck in the dojo all night”.

Splinter chuckled as a blush crept up on Romeo’s cheeks. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure of it”.

“We’ll call when we get there!”, Leo called out, before you finally managed to pull the loud turtle out of the exit.

“No we won’t”, you retorted, turning your attention back towards your kids. “Be nice to your uncles while we’re gone, and your aunts when they get home from work. We’ll see you on Sunday. Love you all, bye!” And with those words you pushed Leo out of the lair, hurrying towards April and Casey's apartment, so you could borrow their car like they had promised you you could. That left your kids in the care of their uncles, and honestly, it was nowhere as bad as Leo had thought it would be. The only problem they stumbled upon was Valentina asking for you and Leo with the few words she had, followed by a few minutes of crying. However she was quickly comforted in the arms of her uncle, soon giggling and smiling all over again.

After a few hours, the brothers’ partners returned from work for the weekend, ready to enjoy it with their extended family. With their return, Mikey and his wife went into the kitchen to cook dinner, closely followed by Sunny, Luis, Gerardo and Ragnar, all while Raph was throwing a ball to Marcello and Joan, Mini was curled up beside her mother on the couch, watching television as she knitted, while Donnie and his wife was playing with Valentina and his daughters, and Romeo and Gali was training in the dojo with grandpa Splinter.

Once dinner was made and the table was set, the large family gathered to eat together. No matter how big your strange family got, it had always been a rule that the family ate together. Even though each brother may have a hallway, containing bedrooms for themselves and all of their children, the living area, kitchen and dining area was still common areas, where they all would spend time together.

It was a little strange not to have you and Leo at the dining table, but they managed, talking and making plans for the weekend. You and Leo’s kids would have so much fun, that they wouldn’t even notice that the two of you were gone, bringing you some much needed time to relax.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt leonardo #tmnt leo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raph #tmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #tmnt x reader #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt bayverse #tmnt bayverse x reader #tmnt bayverse leo #tmnt bayverse leo x reader #tmnt bayverse leonardo #tmnt bayverse leonardo x reader #tmnt bayverse donatello #tmnt bayverse donnie #tmnt bayverse raph #tmnt bayverse raphael #tmnt bayverse mikey #tmnt bayverse michelangelo #bayverse leonardo #bayverse leo #bayverse leo x reader #bayverse leonardo x reader #bayverse raph

[samsvenn]

Hi! Could you make a post about the DL guys being super drunk and telling their kids what actually made them fall for yui? :))

𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐮𝐢

hello! i wrote for the sakamakis bc it wasn't specified which family to write for :) went for this format instead of a bulleted one. read this but with a lot of words being slurred and almost incomprehensible enjoy! <3

𝐒𝐡𝐮

“Heh… I guess it’d be your mom’s patience with me-? It’s not everyday you meet someone who’s willing to break a bone to make sure you’re alright. She didn’t have to do it and honestly, she should’ve done it to another guy but in the end, she put up with me and I’m glad she did.”

“Nobody can beat your mom’s cooking so you rascals better go easy on her. I’m pretty sure your mom doesn’t wanna deal with three mini-me’s since she could barely handle one.”

𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢

“I suppose… Your mother’s nature to be able to forgive is what made her the only one whom I deeply love. As ashamed as I am to admit, I was not always the courteous man you see before you. My closet has some dusty skeletons, figuratively that is..!”

 “She taught me; yes, your astute all-knowing father, that it’s okay to be true to your emotions, no matter how shameful nor embarrassing they are. In her own words: ‘There is no such thing as an emotion which you should feel sorry for having’. Ah-! No! I’m not blushing! It’s simply the drink… Yes, the drink.”

𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨

“...” He’s trying very hard to not comment on anything physical. Yui’s giving him the Don’t You Dare look and for now, it’s working. “Jeez… What’s with the sudden interrogation kid-? It’s impossible to think when I’m like this, y'know?”

“..! O-Oi-! Okay! I give in! Your grandpa’s gonna kill me if he found out I made one of ya tear up. I’m not scared of some old bastard but to answer the question, it’s the way she treats me. Back in the day, lots of banging babes love your pa. But! None of them will ever come close to how your mom makes me feel, f-u-l-l  s-t-o-p.”

𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨 

“Oh my! As your father, is there someone you’re interested in? This question… Yes, it must be it-! Hm? You're simply curious?”

"Your lovely mother made me realize something a long time ago. From time to time, I wonder what would’ve happened if my stubbornness got in the way of things. I thought that I simply wanted your mother to be with me, but one day, I realized that I couldn’t bear the thought of having another man by her side. She taught me a lot but her most important lesson was teaching me how beautiful love is. When you grow older, perhaps one day you’ll understand my words nfufu~"

"Ah-! Wait! For the sake of your poor father, don’t grow up too soon, m’kay? I don’t want some creepy guys or girls crowding you.”

𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨

“Your mother’s fondness to cater to me is what made her stand out. It touches me… deeply. The only person who’s come close to achieving such a feat is Teddy and we all know how oh-so dear I hold him in my heart. Granted, even I marvel at the fact that your mother managed to be on the same level as Teddy.

...Perhaps this is what love is, no? Full of surprises, full of life and full of revelations.”

𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐮

“...Hah? How I fell for her huh?

Your mom never gave up on me. When I was young, I was rowdier than your younger brother in every sense of the word. She made sure I was never alone and promised she’d always be with me, no matter how much of a brute I was. Your dad was dumb and hell, I was more of an idiot than your Uncle Ayato. But looking at how things are now, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#diabolik lovers #diahell #rejet #diabolik lovers fandom #dl #diaboys #dialovers #diabolik boys #shu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #ask #reactions #sakamaki

[mstrickster]

I know we hear a little about the Ducks' families in the movies but what do you think their family situations are?

Ok, so I'm gonna include all the Ducks in the movies here. I will say since most come from poorer backgrounds I believe they are single-family or income houses.

Charlie: Charlie seems like a good place to start. I do believe Casey and Charlie's dad are divorced instead of him being dead. Charlie's dad is also not in Charlie's life. Also It seems like despite a stepdad being mentioned, it isn't a long relationship because he doesn't relate to Charlie. So, Charlie has just his mom and his father figures.

Adam: Adam has both a mom and a dad. They are very much a classic nuclear family with two sons and daughter. Adam is the youngest. His parent's like to put on the perfect family dynamic but Adam's older brother doesn't come home for holidays and his older sister went completely against what his parents wanted for her.

Connie: Connie was raised by either a single mom or lesbian mothers. She was raised to accept nothing but the best from men. She was taught she is strong and worthy. Her mom(s) are badass women who raised her to love herself and see pride in herself. Truly the most loving parent(s).

Jesse & Terry: Jesse just has his dad. His mom either walked out on the family or she passed when Terry was born. Their dad raised them the way Connie's parent(s) raised them. He raised them to be proud of themselves and take no shit from anyone. That's why Jesse is so blunt. Their dad is a great dad.

Guy: I feel like Guy has both parents. He is also has an older sister and a younger sister. That's why he drinks his respect woman juice. I could also see his mom being the breadwinner and his day being the home parent.

Tammy and Tommy: These two have a mother. Their father unfortunately passed away which is why their mom is so overprotective. They also live with their grandma who helps their mom take care of them. They don't have any other siblings.

Peter: Peter has both his parents but he doesn't end up living with them for long. Due to his parents volatile relationship he is soon placed in foster care. Fortunately he is adopted to a loving family. Unfortunately that family lives out of state. However, his new family provides 5 siblings and a big farmhouse.

Fulton: Fulton lives with his aunt and uncle plus his two cousins. His father abandoned him after his mother took off. However, despite them not being his parents they do love him. His uncle is a former ufc fighter and raised him to be strong. Where his aunt taught him to pick his battles and stand up for the little guy.

Russ: I want to say Russ has just his dad and his older brother. I hate that because Jesse also has just his dad. However, that seems to fit the character best. Russ' dad works his ass off and left raising Russ to his older brother. However, despite that he and his dad have a good relationship.

Luis: I can see Luis having just his mom, his dad having passed. His mom and dad were greatly in love though. His dad's portrait has a small altar under it. Luis also has two younger sisters. However, that's not all. He grew up living in a house with his uncle, aunt, grandma and three cousins. They live in huge two story house.

Kenny: Kenny was raised by his grandparents. His grandma is very sweet and his grandpa is very protective. He is an only child and so was his dad who was their son. Kenny's mom and dad passed when he was very young so he has very little memory of them. His grandma loves to share her recipes and enjoys meeting the other Ducks.

Julie: Julie has both parents but she's definitely a tomboy. She grew up with 5 older brother so she was taught to hold her own. Her mom is very sassy and takes no shit. Her dad loves her so much for that. Her parents banter so much and are still in love so many years and kids later. Julie is their princess cause she's their only daughter.

Goldberg: Goldberg has both parents but is an only child. His mother dotes on him and considers him the most wonderful boy. His father is hard worker. Both of his parents work in the delicatessa. He is kinda spoiled but his parents can't have any more kids so they want to make his life great.

Dean: Dean has his mom and his stepdad. His stepdad raised him since he was 5 and he considers him his own dad. He also has an older sister who picks on him and tried to braid his hair when he was little. His mom and him are the most close though. He loves to help her cook and just enjoys spending time with her.

Dwayne: Dwayne has his mom, dad, gran and aunt. They live in a large ranch just outside Austin. His dad is a rancher and his mom is a sahm. His aunt helps take care of the farm and his gran helps care for the home. He doesn't have any siblings but he grew up with 4 cousins and they are practically his siblings.

Karp: Karp has just his mom. He also has two older sisters who think he's a little shit. They are two and three years older than him. His mom has dated but she doesn't have much luck. However, due to that she doesn't have the best relationship. Hench why Karp goes after anyone who talks ill of her.

Averman: Averman has both his parents. They are the goofiest parents and are constantly joking. His dad works as counselor and his mom is a real estate agent. Averman is the middle child of 4 siblings. Two older sisters and a younger sister. That's why is also adds his two cents. He is close with his dad and they go to comedy shows all the time.

I wanted to include all the Ducks. I hope this is ok and thanks for the ask!

#anon answered #headcanons #duck family #I love my hockey idiots #mighty ducks asks

[autismsubway-remade]

waitok. rottmnt headcanons GO.

donnie

autism + ocd (hes just like me for realsies)

trans/nb, bisexual (he/they/it prns)

hes YOUNGER THAN LEO (by 5 minutes. he figured it out w science stuff idk)

likes baking bc its like chemistry but you can eat ur experiments it w/out dying (usually)

stress baker

knows asl and a little bit of japanese (from splinter)

back/posture issues (worse after the kraang bc of shell damage)

chronic back pain...bones of an 80 yr old

mikey

adhd

agender + aroace (uses any pronouns but mostly he/she. none gender left boy is how he describes it)

has a deep interest in psychology and would pursue a career as a therapist if it wasnt for the whole. turtle thing

looks up to leo and thinks hes sooo cool until she turns like 12 and realizes oh hes kinda lame actually. still his idol though bc hes funny

besties w sunita ^_^ bc i said so. new sister acquired

likes watching raph knit

chronic pain after the kraang, as well as tremors

leo

adhd + autism

needs glasses like donnie but thinks they make him look like a nerd so he never wears them..hed rather be blind (until he eventually gets contacts that is)

is actually a nerd, just in denial

trans + gay (he/him)

the WORST flirter ever. so bad at it. absolutely abysmal. he gets zero bitches

is afraid of cold, dark spaces after the whole Kraang Fiasco

saw gram gram in the prison dimension for a bit b4 being rescued <3

knows the most languages (english, asl, spanish, japanese)

likes boxing

cried for an hour when casey jr accidentally called him dad

raph

anxiety + ocd

trans + biromantic asexual (he/they)

loves knitting <3 he makes his brothers and april new sweaters every year

stress knitter. it helps him calm down. after the kraang incident he knit so much that he ended up w 3 piles of scarves, blankets, sweaters and other various items. april donated some bc there were just So Many

watches donnie bake a lot and vehemently denies eating the raw dough (even when donnie catches him)

sometimes sees gram gram in his dreams

rly good at dancing actually

sleeps w a mountain of teddy bears. cries if he accidentally knocks one off the bed

april

adhd + anxiety

nb lesbian (she/they)

TWO GIRLFRIENDS (cassandra + sunita)

has a cat named mona lisa :] shes a calico and frequently hides in aprils backpack to sneak into the lair. donnies her second fav

has Eldest Sister Syndrome

literally the only hamato who actually knows how to take care of herself. frequently reminds her brothers to do that as well

HUGE gossip. w donnie specifically. she'll come over after work and shit talk customers/shitty co workers and he'll just listen and occasionally suggest manslaughter

lied abt being 18 to get a crane license </3

helps the brothers w their post kraang issues

cassandra

adhd

trans lesbian (she/her)

casey jrs biological mom despite saying she found him in the trash

named him after the greatest warrior she knows. herself

raphs bestie! he scruffs her like a cat when she gets too violent.

theyre vigilante buds! shes commited murder before

bit so many kraang zombies. claimed they tasted like bubblegum (they did not)

slightly feral, maybe rabid

actually scarily intelligent, she's just. a little insane

cried when she met casey jr. shes so proud of him

casey jr

So Much Trauma. All Of It. anxiety + ocd + autism

trans + questioning (no time for teen romance in the apocalypse, he/him)

once he gets more comfy w the turtles and family he stops w the sensei or master and starts calling them uncles ^_^ (leo is dad, casey + april + sunita r mom, draxum + splinter are grandpa and big mama is nana)

so many parental figures, watched them all die

the worst fashion sense known to man. its so bad its embarassing

very smart bc he was taught by future donnie, ended up just going to college immediately despite being like, ~15/16

very proud of his stubble :]

loves hockey! plays it w his moms

showers everyday once he figures out what showers actually are

cant sleep alone, if he wakes up alone he freaks out rly bad

good at cooking! not amazing, but good! was mostly joking about eating rats (thinks its funny)

#rottmnt #idunno. i am having fun w it

[hotchs-second-wife]

Station 19 Spin-off, but it's their kids

Your girl just finished Station 19 up until the most recent episode and y'know she had to make their future kids as well!

Jack's got twins because I said so.

I can just see him being a twin dad, yk?

Their mother is the worst, so Jack has sole custody of his little prince, Dean, and little princess, Lila.

Yes, he would indefinitely name his son after Dean - we all know how much Jack loves his Station 19 family!!

And he clearly loved his foster sister so much.

Lila looks up to Maya and strives to be a captain, so she made it there bc she's a Gibson.

Dean settling with just being a regular firefighter and watching his big sis rise.

Carina would for sure name her kid after her brother. She had a whole episode where she mourned her baby brother!

I feel like he'd be a doctor just so his mama (Carina) doesn't lose another Andrew that she loves, but he really just wants to follow in his mom's (Maya's) footsteps.

And so he does.

Travis finally meets the new love of his life (after Michael's death) and they have a son through surrogacy - which Travis and his partner agree to call Michael, both after Travis' late husband and the partner's father- I guess?

I would love it if Pru became a battalion chief, especially after seeing Dean wanna rise through the ranks but couldn't because...well, death, and so Pru does.

And hell if she lets anyone downtalk her because she's a female battalion chief-

You know she's not going to let it slide - we all know her aunts would have taught her that.

Okay but I would love to see a 'he fell first, but she fell harder' relationship in S19 and I've already designated that to Andrew Deluca-Bishop and Lila Gibson.

"But wouldn't Andrew have been created with Jack's sperm and Carina's egg?" "Wouldn't they be half siblings through Jack?"

No.

Canonically in this AU, Carina's body just didn't take to Jack's little guys, and the Deluca-Bishops found Mason (Maya's brother). They decided to try again with Mason's sperm so at least the child would have similar DNA to Maya and PRESTO-

Idk if that's how you spell it-

Maya figured at least the baby would have more of a chance to look like her since Mason is her brother, but Andrew was born looking like Carina, so- didn't really matter anyway.

Maya still adores her son, even though he looks nothing like her and every bit like a male version of Carina. He's her little boy, she knew she'd always love him from the moment she held him.

Vic and Theo having a little badass who is just like her mother-

Exactly like her mother in every way; looks, personality, attitude, every bit.

19 raising their kids together; like a village.

THE KIDS CALLING BEN "Grandpa" BECAUSE THEIR PARENTS CALL HIM "Dad"

Little toddler Dean crying when Ben tells him that he (Ben) isn't actually Jack's dad-

"You made a toddler cry, man." "I didn't mean to!"

Lila being a protective big twin sister, even at 3-years-old, glaring at Ben as her brother cries into their dad.

Jack having no clue what to do with his own children, so when a baby play pen (or whatever its called, I was 2 when my little brother was born and I see my younger cousins like once a year, if that-) it put in the lounge of the station, he just sticks them in that until they're hungry or need the potty.

It's 2am on Boxing Day and I should be sleeping but I can't.

Don't finish off the eggnog in your fridge and an entire Monster can right before bed.

It messes with your already messed up sleep schedule.

Or do. I'm not the boss of you.

Andrew being scared of Jack when he's thinking about asking Lila on a date, when he should be scared of her Uncle Travis.

As close as he is to his mom's friends, he doesn't actually refer to them as Auntie or Uncle. So...

Considers them family, because they're his parents' family, but wouldn't go out of his way to refer to them with familial titles.

Anyway-

Travis, while having his own kid, being incredibly protective of Jack's little Lila and Vic's little Marion.

He never had a daughter, and can't imagine having one, if he was honest. So Marion and Lila are the closest he has to daughters.

So, protective Uncle Travis? I say YES.

These kids for sure grew up with happy Christmases.

Firehouse Christmases, for sure.

They'd probably make Jack dress up as Santa, in all honesty.

Little Dean crying for his dad, and Jack tries to comfort him but he's like "I WANT MY DADDY! NOT SANTA!"

Jack takes off the hat and wig, and Dean immediately hugs him, and Jack just has to crouch there and not say anything because he wants his son to maintain that childhood innocence that he couldn't.

Jack letting his kids be kids for as long as possible, even well into their teen years, because he wanted that family so he's going to make sure his kids get that.

I feel like Andy would have a son, and she'd name him after Ryan because we all know how much she loved her childhood friend.

Him and Andrew being really close bc their moms are.

I think I'll leave it there because I'm gonna write a little christmas tale of when the kids were little.

Regarding middle names; Vic and Theo made Marion's middle name Andrea, after Andy helped Vic birth Marion (with Carina's help ofc, you can guarantee that Carina was there for a majority of the births), Jack made his son's middle name after his foster dad, and Vic helped Jack a lot with his daughter, so Lila's middle name is Victoria (she even gave Lila the period talk for Jack), and Ryan's middle name is after his grandpa.

Okay, I'm done for now-

S19 Children, Parent/s and Ages

Marion "Mari" Andrea Hughes - Victoria "Vic" and Theodora "Theo" Hughes, 20yo

Dean Marco Gibson - Jack Gibson, 21yo

Lila Victoria Gibson - Jack Gibson, 21yo

Ryan Pruitt Herrera - Andrea "Andy" Herrera, 23yo

Michael "Mike/Mickey" Montgomery - Travis Montgomery, 26yo

Andrew Deluca-Bishop - Carina and Maya Deluca-Bishop, 27yo

Pruitt "Pru" Miller - Dean Miller and JJ Lau, 32yo

#station 19 #s19 #station 19 kids #s19 kids #station 19 au #s19 au

[melimata613]

A rant

Let us talk about my toxic upbringing and how it still affects me today.

Growing up I was surrounded by mostly men. I had two older brothers, lots of male cousins who were older, lots of uncles, and so on. Many of these men exhibited toxic male mindsets.

My grandpa always talked shit about how my mother was raising me in Spanish. He didn't understand how she would allow me to sleep in or have basically any moment to myself because I am a woman. He wanted me to grow up learning the same ideas his generation was taught.

Trust me, my mom did try to talk with me about how I should conduct myself. But even at a very young age I never understood the obsession about teaching me to be a "good wife" when I didn't even hit puberty yet. My mom wanted me to learn how to cook, clean, take care of the baby, and cater to a man not because I needed to learn to be an adult but because one day I would have a man to "take care of."

I remember telling my mom at around 8 years old that I didn't plan to be a mother. I told her I didn't see what was good for my well-being to take of a small human let alone multiple. I told her I plan to have many animals but not children and I just about broke her heart.

I remember shortly after that conversation, my mother had the talk with me about my body will soon be changing warning me that menstration might be coming soon. My mother hit puberty at 10 years old and so did I. I was one of the first girls in my grade.

Growing up I saw my mother dote on my dad. She told me that was what was expected of a wife. That she needed to take care of not only the household duties but also three children and an adult manchild. My dad didn't work for most of my life. The last time I remember he had a steady job was pre-9-11. I only remember that because my mom mentioned she was scared for his safety because he worked downtown and no one knew what was going to happen. With that said I was in third grade in 2001. For reference, I am 30 now.

My dad passed away about a year ago I believe but I was no contact with him since I was about 15 years old. My dad was an alcoholic with anger issues and no desire to ever grow the fuck up. I never understood even at a young age why my mother stayed with him for as long as she did. I understand the concept of love but I don't believe that was it.

My mother used to clean up after him, put out his clothes for the day (when he had a job), cooked for him, reheated his food for him, went shopping for his booze and cigarettes for him, essentially everything except wipe his ass for him. I always thought when you become an adult you do your own thing. You choose what and what you do not do. I don't see how acting like a child as a grown man was very healthy.

I tried to understand why that man was the way he was. My mother told me that he was a sickly child and his mother (my grandmother) catered to him because she was always afraid she would lose him. She created the monster and my mother just continued the same cycle.

My mother growing up was a child of 8 kids. She grew up being one of the oldest a caretaker for her younger siblings. I think she liked to full needed and like the caretaker role because it was familiar. She told me that her parents worked long hours to support the large family and relied on her and her sister to carry the load.

My mom tried to get me to do the same once I got older. She wanted me to cook and clean because by that point she needed to work since my dad wasn't. I did not see how that made sense because I was the youngest and my older brother was just as capable of using a stove as me. I fought back a lot. Not only with that but many other things that my mom tried to place on me.

Growing up my mother said she was Catholic and tried to make us too. We went to church once a week when I was younger with her mom. We sat in a Spanish service which I didn't understand the sermon but had to sit through. I went as far as my first communion but I don't remember much of what was taught to me.

My mother always likes to use shame and guilt on me. Growing up always had to make comments about my body. Always making comments about how I conduct myself and so on. My mother likes to say that I was such a difficult child when I wasn't. Have I on occasion been disrespectful? Sure. Have I on occasion lied? Yes. Have I ever done anything so terrible as a child to be given a label as such? No.

My mother began to have issues with me once I learned to say no. She was upset when I learned to have an opinion outside of hers. She was mad at the fact I wouldn't just continue to be a replica of her.

Seeing my mother cater to her husband in the manner that she did made me lose respect. Seeing her cry because he treated her like shit made me mad. Seeing my dad as well as many of the men I was around treat women like their maids infuriated me.

I am not sure if it cultural thing or not. But my parents were not the only dysfunctional relationship I came in contact with. I have uncles who I have seen mistreat the women in their lives as well as cousins. My grandfather growing up would always teach my male cousins all the wrong things. All the toxic masculinity things. Men work, and women clean. Man can get mad and throw things but man can never cry or show any other emotion other than anger.

I believe the main reason why I am the way I am is because of the shit I saw. I am turned off by any man who wants to treat their significant other like a live-in maid. I am disgusted when I hear men ask for a partner to treat him like his mother would. I understand you want to be taken care of and feel strong love from your partner. But I draw the line when I start to feel like I am mothering a grown-ass man.

Men are completely capable of learning to cook, clean, and help raise the children that he and his partner made together. Just because mothers typically take more of the role of child care does not mean you can just sit on your ass. My father did not play any role in my upbringing it was all my mother. She acted like a single mother even though she was married.

I don't plan on children but for whatever reason I changed my mind my partner better be involved. I hate seeing on the internet or in real life men get praised for doing the bare minimum.

The reason for this blog is I am beginning to be at my wit's end in my relationship. I told him prior to moving in that I do not plan to dote on him but I still ended up taking on that role. It is hard to talk with him because I do not feel he really listens to me. He tends to try to get out of conversations with jokes and machismo expressions that just piss me off.

He likes to say that "Oh here comes feminist Meli" and other dumb shit. I tried to explain to him that I refuse to be like the women I grew up watching. I want a partner who will treat me with respect and work as a partnership. I like the idea of splitting duties. I like the idea of me being treated well instead of me always catering to him.

This is a work in progress, and I need to vent.

#chicago #hispanic women #blog #a rant #role as a woman #advice #adulting

[152glasslippers]

just had the most awful thought that. what if when derek was turned into his 16yo self and then turned back into his 23(?)yo self he got back memories about his family he'd lost since the fire. like. he'd forgotten how his dad had handed him his lunch that morning and kissed his cheek and messed up his gelled hair. the sound of his little brother's laugh when their mom groomed him in her full shift. how his youngest cousin's first word was 'der'. the way cora followed their older brother around demanding he read her favorite book over and over because he was the only one who could do the voices right. how her twin brother was never far behind. his mom seeing all the kids off in the morning waiting by the front door and scenting them as they passed. every friday his aunt picked them all up from school and took them out for ice cream. or that one time peter signed him out of school early for no reason other than a day trip to the beach. how his younger cousin always hid laura's butterfly clips and snuck them into his pockets so she'd blame him. or the way his dad's hugs felt. the way his youngest sister lit up whenever she saw him. how his grandma always had room in her rocking chair for him and stroked his hair as she taught him a different language. how his grandpa hummed old rock songs in the kitchen. the way his uncle made midnight snacks with him while everyone else was asleep. he'd remembered all the large pack gatherings and holidays and full moon runs but forgotten the little things over time. memories he wants to share with peter who shuts down every time he tries. memories that cora herself doesn't remember. memories he takes when he visits laura's grave, sharing them with his older sister, who will listen but never reply or jump in and finish them, filling in the blanks. memories he tells malia, letting her know family she never knew but lost all the same. memories he hoards to himself when no one can remember with him.

brb sobbing all of this is canon now

#first of all you are such a beautiful writer #so creative and imaginative #second of all #i'm not kidding this is canon now i fully believe this happened #third of all #choosing to believe the peter picking derek up from school and taking him to the beach #is inspired by ian bohen and tyler hoechlin's real life shenanigans #and fourth of all because i have to make everything about sterek #one day derek tells stiles the truth about that day #and stiles takes it in silently #replaying that day in his head #and everything that happened that day seems so different with this new information #when he finally speaks all he says is #do you want to tell me about them someday? #and after he does stiles remembers with him #also while we're talking about young derek #can we just take a minute to appreciate the actor who played him #and how he manged to recreated every single one of tyler hoechlin's mannerisms as derek PERFECTLY #right down to the exact same eyebrow arch #anyway #please enjoy this essay in the tags #i love when you dump hale family feels in my inbox #also i'm sorry i didn't respond last night #i was listening to (wasted) on the moon and soaked on repeat and dancing around my room under my twinkle lights #derek hale #teen wolf #agentmmayy #asks

[looney-mooney]

Thinking about making an au where Sam and Max are Haru’s distant, crazy gay American uncles who she hasn’t thought about in a while. Until she starts seriously dating Legosi, after which she’s like “maybe I should contact Uncle Max, he’s been married to a vigilante canine for ages”

Details for the Insane Beastars/Sam and Max au under the cut

Max of course DEMANDS to see his niece and her crazy new wolf boyfriend, so they end up going on a trip to the Beastars version of New York City. Louis ends up going along and paying for the trip, because he was already headed over for a business deal so they might as well.

The Beastars version of New York City is obviously culturally different from the Beastars version of Japan, and Legosi ends up getting a new perspective (as he always does.) There are some bugs who can actually talk here (???), and meat isn’t considered taboo in the same way. Most people sign up to be meat donors in their driver’s licenses, because there’s a tax incentive. This move has considerably lessened the strain between Herbivores and Carnivores, so though there’s still definitely some tension between the two groups, those who vehemently insist that carnivores and herbivores shouldn’t interact or date or anything are generally considered right-wing bigots. Most people don’t even really see a separation anymore - carnivores can be meat donors too, and some herbivores here eat meat sometimes. Most Americans are just omnivores.

Systematic racism is still a thing, obviously, because America just Sucks Like That, but I’m White so I’m not even gonna attempt to map out the History of American Racism with Furries. Just know that most people in America have at least a little bit of mixed ancestry, and Legosi probably thinks that’s cool and fascinating while everyone else is like “you seriously didn’t know about the Great American Melting Pot? Bruh have you been living under a rock”

Max is part piranha and no I am not elaborating

They also don’t have permanent Beastars in the States. The closest thing they have to a Beastar is the President, which in this world is… basically the American Beastar. I’m having this be the case mostly so that President Max still fits in with the Beastars Lore ™

Geek exists, and is just a bit younger than Haru and Legosi. She’s probably in high school, but taking college classes at the same time, because Geek’s just. Like That. She’s probably a monkey. Haru isn’t sure what she thinks about Geek at first, but then they start talking and plotting mutant botany projects together and Haru decides that this is her favorite cousin actually

I think Sybil should be at least part fox. Maybe even kitsune-coded, since she changes careers so often? Doctor Mama Bosco’s probably either a dog or a sheep, maybe a sheepdog hybrid? Whatever she is, she started her cloning experiments with insects, which is how Sal and the other talking insects in New York came to exist. Bosco’s probably one of those experimental spider goats or something. The Stinkys are carnivorous seafolk of some sort, originally from the Hudson River but migrated to Land when the river got too polluted for their ancestors to keep living there exclusively. Grandpa Stinky was probably fascinated by land culture and particularly cooking as a young sea-land immigrant, and just messed with the art of cooking as much as possible, which led to the insane food he sells at his diner. I am not going to attempt to assign Abraham Lincoln a fursona.

Legosi spends a good chunk of the trip trying to impress Sam and Max, because these people are members of Haru’s Family and he wants them to like him, but then Legosi ends up star-struck by how well Haru’s uncles work together. He’s never seen partners quite like them in action before, and tries to get them to teach him. But these guys aren’t shonen anime mentors, they’re Sam and Max, so it becomes more of a “hey back off buddy just be yourself and maybe trust your partners a little bit more”

Max in particular really tears Legosi a new one, really gives him a nice good shovel talk. Like, Max likes the kid, sure. Legosi’s the BEST kinda crazy and also a really sweet guy and he seems to care about his niece a lot. But he’s really, REALLY annoyed by how much Legosi shuts Haru out of his life. Like, she’s Max’s kin, she’d be able to take care of herself, she doesn’t need you to protect her to the point of reverence, she needs you to let her in. And not just sexually! Though he has some health class tips and condoms if they wanna do that, cuz he’s the cool uncle. But if you wanna be her partner, you have to RESPECT her, kapiche? Stop treating her like some damsel in distress, she’s tougher than you think. I will end you if you don’t stop infantilizing her.

Sam and Max teach Haru how to fight at some point, because no relative of theirs is gonna go through life not knowing how to defend themselves! Max specifically teaches Haru how to use her hammerspace, and now nobody is safe from her wrath. They also taught her how to use a gun, while scolding Louis for never teaching her this incredibly important life skill! For shame.

Imagine Haru with a gun. The power she would wield. No wonder Paru nerfed her

Speaking of Louis, I’m sure he gets involved in the misadventure somehow, probably by getting accidentally tangled with the villain’s plot during his business deal. I’m sure it’s tangled up in the reveal that Mama Bosco was involved with the anthropomorphic insects, just cuz that’s the biggest and newest difference between these two cultures, and might also somehow nod to the systematic racism in America and how fucked up that is.

Might also address how capitalism is the root of all evil, and how the pressure to conform to capitalism in order to maintain a position of power in his attempts to make the world a better place while also giving Legosi and Haru the space to have their own relationship (while also forcing himself to maintain the charade of a heteronormative arranged marriage with someone he isn’t even remotely attracted to) has been slowly but ruthlessly breaking Louis in a terrible cycle, and how he’s spent so much of his life hiding behind masks that he doesn’t even know who he is anymore. And now he’s in a cage again, but this time he put himself there, with his own actions. And Legosi has to tell him that he doesn’t have to pretend all the time, that he’s his best friend and he wants to help. That he and Haru both love him, and they want him in their lives.

The whole adventure probably ends with Haru saving her boy’s butts, and ruthlessly affirming what Legosi just said. Demanding that they BOTH stop hiding from her, and BOTH stop trying to “protect” her. That she NEEDS them, and she wants them to need her. That they don’t have to be Beastars to be PARTNERS.

And then the whole family (yes I’m including Louis and Legosi in this family) beats the villains up and goes out for a celebratory meal or something IDK how to end things

#sam and max #beastars #long post #meta #au #legosi #Haru #Louis #legoharu #lougoharu #lougoshi #darla gugenheek #sam and max telltale #looney mooney rants #this went from ‘’what if Max was Haru’s crazy gay uncle’’ to an all-out hurt-comfort fix-it au huh #freelance beastars au

[incorrectbatfam]

Can I get headcanons for an au where Bruce adopted the kids when they /were/ babies, please?

Use the bathroom, get comfortable, and maybe have some tissues on hand.

For these headcanons, we’re gonna assume they were adopted in order of age, and that they’re all under 18. So Dick and Babs are 16 (with Babs being older), Harper is 14, Cass is 13, Jason is 12, Tim is 7, Steph and Duke are both 5 (with Steph being older), Carrie is 3, and Damian is 1. Yes, I’m aware that it diverges from canon age gaps but once you keep reading you’ll see why I did that.

Now for the headcanons (in no particular order):

Alfred is “Grandpa” and Bruce is anything from “Dad”, “Pops”, “Old man”, “Baba”, etc. All the other adults, like Kate or Clark, are aunts and uncles.

Steph and Duke compete over everything, like who can tie their shoes the fastest or learn to ride a bike first. Steph makes a point of letting everyone know she’s older, but Duke fires back with the fact that he’s taller. They’re both at the top of their kindergarten class and are known for butting heads, but God help anyone who decides to pick on one of them.

Harper got her first period at school while wearing white shorts. Thankfully, Dick and Babs came in clutch.

At school, Kon told Tim that he got ten dollars every time he lost a tooth. Tim tried to hack the system by pulling a bunch of teeth out at once (thankfully to no avail) until someone caught him.

Babs has a different secret handshake with each person.

When Damian first came along, everyone expected Carrie to be angry or jealous since she’d no longer be the baby of the family. And she was a little jealous at first. But the moment she saw him, her eyes went wide and she whispered, “He’s so tiny” and vowed to protect him with everything she had.

The last business trip Bruce took was when Cass was a baby, and the reason why it was his last one was that while he was abroad, Alfred sent him a video of Cass taking her first steps and he burst into tears in the middle of a meeting because he wasn’t there to witness it in person.

Dick once used Damian as a wingman to pick up girls. It worked so well that Jason tried the same thing, only to have it grossly backfire on him.

Whenever Bruce needs a break, Alfred will call everyone to the living room for one of his infamous spy stories.

Cass is the queen of April Fool’s.

Tim, Steph, and Duke regularly climb on each other’s shoulders to try to reach the cookie jar.

Harper is a pro at getting gum out of people’s hair. Tim is a pro at the exact opposite. 

Bruce gives Dick “the talk”. Dick then gives it to Harper who gives it to Cass who gives it to Jason and by then it’s so misconstrued by then that Bruce has to re-give it to all the kids.

One time Jason lashed out at school and it led to the teachers referring him to a therapist. Bruce stayed with him during the first appointment and Jason admitted to feeling unwanted because of what some kids at school said. Meanwhile, back at home, all the other siblings were trying to get their names to be Damian’s first word, like a competition. None of them ended up winning because when the other two came home, Damian called out to Jason. (And Jason cried on the spot because it didn’t matter what people said at school, he was wanted by the right people).

Group outings with the Kents or the Allens are a normal occurrence.

Harper gave Bruce a heart attack when she DIYed her hair dye and piercings.

The first time Tim saw a shooting star, he was convinced that aliens had arrived to take over the world. His conspiracy-driven panic spread to his younger siblings and that’s how Alfred found them all hiding in a blanket fort wearing saucepans as helmets.

Steph once got lost at the mall and the first thing she did was buy ten Build-A-Bears. 

Cass regularly carries her younger siblings like suitcases.

Bruce never rushed Dick into getting a license or helping out around the house.

Harper once snuck on a train to the next town without telling anyone because she wanted to ask Kate advice on coming out.

Nobody got any sleep for the forty-eight hours when Damian’s favorite stuffed animal went missing.

Duke is a LEGO kid. Carrie is a horse girl. Together they created the ultimate toy equine sanctuary.

Bruce can’t ground the kids. They’ve unionized.

Jason is no longer allowed to pick movies on account of the time he chose an R-rated slasher.

It’s an open secret that Cass accidentally left Tim at a haunted house once. 

Alfred custom sews a ten-person "get along" shirt.

Duke once snuck Damian to school for Show And Tell. Steph ratted him out almost right away.

Jason tried to make his younger siblings reenact Shakespeare. It lasted a good thirty seconds before it dissolved into people hitting each other with props.

As a big mystery/conspiracy theory person, Tim was wholly convinced that Damian was an extraterrestrial because the first time he saw him, it was at the hospital where Damian was hooked up to a bunch of machines after he was born. It wasn’t until after three different people explained the concept of preemies to him did Tim finally get it.

Carrie loves to play dress-up and will rope in anyone in the vicinity.

Bruce’s favorite song to sing to someone when they’re upset is Lean On Me by Bill Withers

Cass taught everyone obscenities in sign language and it was all fine until someone caught Babs at school and she got detention

Alfred can’t remember the last time the house was not babyproofed.

Between birthdays, holidays, Gotcha Days, and other special days, there’s always a reason to celebrate at Wayne Manor.

Whenever they fly on the private jet Duke's in the cockpit insisting he knows more about airplanes than the pilots (Alfred or Kate) bc he watched the Planes movie.

Harper got matching leather jackets for all the sisters.

Bruce gives Tim "coffee" that's 90% milk and a splash of coffee for flavor.

Cass and Jason communicate solely in inhuman grunts.

Carrie can and will latch onto the first person she sees like a koala bear.

There's a running gag among friends on how many siblings Dick has because he tells stories without ever using names.

Bruce comes home after a long day of work and everyone drops what they're doing to dogpile on him.

Harper only got an after school job to pay for her Club Penguin membership.

They all make snowmen in descending size order with Bruce's being this huge towering one and Damian's being like three inches tall.

The girls have a "no boys (except the baby) allowed" zone.

Carrie can't pronounce the letters "R" or L".

When Damian learns to crawl suddenly all the other family members become a jungle gym.

Bruce doesn't notice when someone invites a friend over without permission because what's a few extra kids anyway?

Harper comes out and for a week people wouldn't stop making bi puns.

They try to do that thing where each family member puts a different colored handprint on the mailbox and they end up running out of space.

As the oldest Dick gets stuck with babysitting or he's forced to let Jason tag along when he goes out (bc all parents make their older kids do that) and he resents it but at the same time no one can talk trash about his siblings.

Damian's animal collection begins when he brings in a mouse from the yard. (Cue the hilarious siblings-helping-him-hide-new-pets montages.)

Someone beat Bruce for “World’s most attractive man”, but that’s okay because he was voted “World’s happiest man” instead.

#ask #headcanon #batfamily #batfam #batkids #batsiblings #batclan #batman family #dc comics #alternate universe #tw food mention #tw mental health mention #tw angst #tw just in case

[thelastspeecher]

Amphibious Tendencies - Chapter 7: Dryophytes femoralis

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Happy Thanksgiving, have another chapter of “Amphibious Tendencies”.  And welcome to 2012.

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Summary: Dipper and Mabel arrive at their great-uncle’s house in Gravity Falls for the summer and soon realize that something is very, very strange.

During dry or cold weather, the pine woods tree frog (Dryophytes femoralis) is known to hide in and under logs and trees.

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             Someone honked.

             Dipper looked up from his book.  A red, old-fashioned car was parked in front of them. The driver, a young woman with caramel-colored hair in a braid, leaned out the window.

             “You kids Dipper and Mabel?” she asked. Dipper shook awake Mabel, who had fallen asleep while they were waiting.

             “Mabel, I think our ride is finally here,” he hissed. The woman grimaced.

             “Sorry it took so long to pick ya up.  Dad didn’t want me to take his car and Ma wasn’t available to talk some sense into him.”

             “It’s fine!” Mabel chirped.  “I got to take a nice nap!”

             “Heh.”  The woman grinned.  “You’re a chipper one.”

             “Yep!”  Mabel and Dipper grabbed their bags and got into the car’s backseat.  “How’d you know who we were?”

             “Well, other than you two bein’ the only folks still at the bus station,” the woman drawled, “I recognized that nose.”  She tapped her nose, which, much like the one Dipper and Mabel’s dad had, was large and ruddy.  “I’ve got it m’self.”  Mabel squealed excitedly.

             “You’re one of Great-Uncle Stan and Great-Aunt Angie’s kids!”

             “Got it in one, squirt.  The name’s Emily.”  Emily raised an eyebrow.  “Buckle up, kiddos.”  Dipper and Mabel obediently buckled.  “All right, let’s get goin’!”  She pulled away from the bus station.

             “Where are you in the whole birth order thing?” Mabel asked.  She leaned forward.  “You’ve got like, three siblings, right?”  Emily laughed.

             “Try seven.”

             “Seven!” Mabel gasped.  Dipper frowned.

             “Dad said that Great-Uncle Stan and Great-Aunt Angie had a lot of kids, but I assumed that meant four, not eight.”

             “Yeah, Ma and Dad had a whole herd of us,” Emily said idly.  “To be fair, they didn’t mean to.”

             “How can you not mean to have eight kids?” Dipper asked.

             “When you get seven of those kids from havin’ triplets and quadruplets.”

             “Whoa!” Mabel gasped.  Emily nodded.

             “Yep.  They had my big brother, Junior, first.  Then they had my three older sisters in one go.  And finally, they had me and my younger siblings.”

             “You’re a quadruplet?” Dipper asked.

             “Yup.”

             “That’s nuts.”  Dipper’s eyes widened.  “Sorry, I didn’t mean-”  Emily chortled.

             “Nah, it’s okay.  It is pretty nuts.”  Someone unexpectedly swerved onto the road in front of them, causing Emily to honk the horn and mutter something under her breath.  Dipper leaned forward curiously.

             “What language was that?”

             “Um, Irish,” Emily said after a moment.  “My Ma, she’s Irish-American and taught me.”

             “Oh.  Cool.” Dipper chewed on his lip.  “So, uh, what can you tell us about your parents?”

             “Wanna get the lowdown on the people you’ll be staying with all summer, huh?  Smart.” The stoplight ahead of them turned red. Emily braked abruptly.  “Well, my dad’s a great guy.  But he doesn’t like people to know that, fer some reason. He’ll act all tough and gruff with you at first, but trust me, he’s a softie at heart.  He runs the Mystery Shack.  No idea why.”

             “Yeah, Grandpa Shermie warned us that Great-Uncle Stan is a bit of a grump,” Mabel said.  Emily snorted.

             “Oh, hon, he’s more than a bit of a grump.” The light turned green.  Emily began to drive again.

             “What about your mom?” Dipper asked.

             “She’s the opposite.  She seems like a softie on the surface, and she definitely can be, but she’s really one of the toughest people I’ve ever met.  Ma doesn’t help Dad with the Shack.  She’s too busy running the Lake Ranger program.”

             “Interesting,” Dipper muttered.

             “You’ll meet some of my siblings this summer, too,” Emily continued.  “Junior still lives in town.  He does politics, so you’ll probably see him at big town events.  Molly lives in town, but she’s off doing research right now. When she gets back, Ma and Dad will insist on making her dinner.  Everyone else is busy, but they might show up at some point.”

             “If most of your siblings are out of town, why are you still here?” Dipper asked.

             “Geez, don’t come for me like that,” Emily laughed. “I haven’t decided what to do with my chemistry degree yet, and my folks don’t charge me rent.  That’s it.”

             “…Oh.”

             “What about Gravity Falls?” Mabel asked.  “What are the hottest spots in town?”  Emily snickered.

             “Nowhere in town qualifies as ‘hot’.  But you’ll find that out soon enough.”  The car pulled up in front of a wooden building. “All right, we’re here!”  Dipper and Mabel looked out the window.  At one point, the building was probably a normal-looking cabin, but it looked like multiple rooms of varying sizes had been added rather haphazardly, resulting in a very eccentric appearance.  Large signs attached to the roof read “Mystery Shack”. “If you’re wonderin’ why it looks so weird, it’s ‘cause my parents kept having to get more bedrooms fer us kids. The person they hired to add the rooms offered to make it look nice, but Dad really wanted to lean into the whole ‘roadside attraction’ thing.”

             “They didn’t just have you share rooms?” Mabel asked.

             “Well, when we were little, yeah.  But when we got bigger, we all needed our own space.” Emily grimaced.  “Especially Emmett and Caleb.”  She shook her head.  “Anyways.”  She looked back at Dipper and Mabel.  “Before you two get out, don’t tell my dad that-”

             “Emily Marlene Pines!” a voice boomed.  Emily sighed.

             “Too late,” she muttered.  A man stormed over to the car.  He looked a lot like Emily, with a large, ruddy nose, square jaw, and large ears.  But while Emily was blonde, his dark brown hair was visibly graying.  Additionally, unlike Emily, he wore glasses, which were square and wire-rimmed.

             “I told you that you couldn’t take the Stanleymobile!” the man thundered.  His voice was rough and gravelly, like he had a history of smoking.  Emily rolled her eyes.

             “You also told me that I needed to pick up Dipper and Mabel.  I needed a car to do that.”

             “You should’ve used Junior’s.”

             “Junior’s?  Dad, that’s stupid, he lives on the other side of town!”

             “You can’t be trusted to drive the Stanleymobile. You’re not a great driver.”

             “You’re the one that taught me how to drive!”

             “Hey, uh, time-out,” Mabel said.  Emily and the man looked at her.  “I hate to interrupt a productive dialogue, but I need to use the bathroom.”

             “Oh.  Right. You went to pick up the kids,” the man said.

             “Yeah, Dad,” Emily said, rolling her eyes again. “Go ahead and get out, Dipper and Mabel. And by the way, this is my dad. In case you couldn’t tell.”  The man grinned.

             “Yep.  I’m your Great-Uncle Stan.  But you can call me Grunkle Stan.  Saves time, and time is money.”

             “Got it,” Mabel said with a nod.  “It’s nice to meet you, Grunkle Stan.”  Grunkle Stan’s grin broadened.

             “Nice to meet you too, gremlin,” he said.  “I can always use more free labor around the Shack.”  Dipper frowned.

             “Wait, what?”

-----

             Dipper sat in the kitchen of the Mystery Shack. When brought inside, they had briefly walked through the part of the cabin set aside for the purpose of being a kitschy tourist trap.

             I’d be lying to myself if I claimed I wasn’t somewhat curious about checking everything out.  Even if it’s obviously fake.  The rest of the house, comprised of the living areas, was far less interesting.  It’s just a cabin in the woods.  Mabel bounded into the kitchen and hopped onto the chair next to Dipper.

             “Okay, this place is great,” she gushed.  Emily, who was making them lunch, looked over her shoulder at the twins.

             “What makes ya say that?”

             “I may have poked my head into the bedrooms on my way back.”

             “And?”

             “There’s a pond in every.  Single.  One.”

             “A pond?”  Dipper frowned at Mabel.  “What do you mean?”

             “Not like, a pond at the park,” Mabel said, waving a hand.  “It’s sorta like a kiddie pool, but it looks like the fancy pond outside our dentist’s office.”

             “Like a koi pond?” Dipper asked.  Mabel nodded.  “That can’t be right.”

             “No, she’s right,” Emily said.  She walked over to the table and handed each of them a sandwich on a plate.  “We’ve got sorta mini ponds in our rooms.”

             “Why?” Dipper asked.  Emily shrugged.

             “Dunno.  The aesthetic, maybe?”

             “Was it Grunkle Stan’s idea?”

             “Nope.  Ma’s.” Emily sat down at the table. “She’s got an advanced degree in amphibians and reptiles.  Might have something to do with that.”

             “Can we get in the ponds?” Mabel asked seriously. Emily grinned.

             “I don’t see why not.”

             “Yes!” Mabel said, pumping a fist in the air. Emily chuckled.  “Oh, another thing.”

             “Yeah?”

             “I haven’t seen the kinda soap you have in the bathroom before.”

             “Oh, that’s ‘cause it’s specially ordered,” Emily said.  Dipper looked up from his sandwich, which he had been carefully inspecting to see what it contained.

             “You special order soap?” he asked.

             “We don’t really have a choice.  Everyone in the fam’ly has an autoimmune skin disorder,” Emily explained.  Mabel wrinkled her nose.

             “A skin disorder?  What does that mean?”

             “We’ve got incredibly sensitive skin.  If we wash with regular soap, we get a horrible rash. But nowhere in town carries soap or skin products that work for us, so we have to order it to get delivered.”

             “That sucks,” Mabel said.

             “Sure does, kiddo.  Not only is all the skin stuff expensive, but it limits things fer us a lot.”  Emily sighed softly.  “There’s a pool in town-”  Mabel’s eyes widened.

             “A pool?  Can we go there?”

             “Sure.  But you’ll have to swim on yer own.  Chlorine makes my skin peel.”

             “Whoa, it makes your skin peel?” Dipper said. Emily nodded.  “I’ve never heard of that.”

             “There aren’t a lot of people out there with our level of sensitivity.”

             “Does that mean you’ve never been swimming?”

             “No, I swim.  I just have to swim in ponds and lakes.”  Emily grinned.  “But I like that better anyways.”

             “Hang on,” Dipper said slowly.  Emily raised an eyebrow.  “Does Grunkle Stan have this skin thing, too?”

             “Yep.  He developed it after Junior was born.  Ma developed it when she was in college.  But all us kids have had it our whole lives.”

             “So it’s genetic,” Dipper said.  Emily nodded.  “Ugh, that means there’s a chance of us getting it, too!”  Emily’s eyes widened.

             “Oh, no, definitely not,” she said quickly. “It’s rare.  Honestly, the only reason we’ve all got it is ‘cause both our parents have it.  You’re fine.”

             “That’s not how genetics works.”

             “No, it is,” a voice said.  Emily, Dipper, and Mabel looked towards the kitchen entryway. A woman stood there.  She smiled warmly at Dipper and Mabel.  Her hair, cut in a short bob, was blonde like Emily’s, though faded with age.  She had a kind face and a long, thin nose.  “Honey, with genetics, the more we know, the less we really know,” the woman said in a thick southern accent.

             “Huh?”

             “Every question we answer, we get three more what pop up to take its place,” the woman said.  “And you can trust me.  I’ve got a doctorate in biology.”

             “Who are you?” Mabel asked.

             “Why, I’m yer Great-Aunt Angie!” the woman enthused, her eyes sparkling behind her half-moon reading glasses.

             “Dad’s having ‘em call him Grunkle Stan,” Emily informed her mother.  “Maybe you should be Grauntie Angie.”

             “I ain’t opposed to that.”  Grauntie Angie walked over to the table and sat down next to her daughter.  “It’s a right pleasure to meet the two of ya.  I ain’t seen ya since ya were the size of a junebug.”

             “Huh?” Dipper repeated.

             “Don’t mind Ma,” Emily said.  She grinned mischievously at her mother.  “She talks a bit funny ‘cause she grew up in the South.” Grauntie Angie ruffled Emily’s hair.

             “Ya say that like ya didn’t pick up my accent a bit, sugar-cube.”  Grauntie Angie turned to Dipper and Mabel.  “Have the two of ya settled in yet?”

             “Uh, no, not really,” Dipper said.

             “Then Emily, why don’t ya bring ‘em to where they’ll be stayin’?  I’ll fetch yer father and we can all have a nice fam’ly meetin’.”

             “Only you would think a fam’ly meeting is nice,” Emily muttered.  Grauntie Angie kissed her on the cheek and stood up.

             “Thank you.”  She smiled at Dipper and Mabel again.  “We are so blessed to have ya visitin’.  I hope ya enjoy yer stay.”  With that, Grauntie Angie left the kitchen.  Emily looked at Dipper and Mabel.

             “You ready?”

             “Uh…”  Dipper looked down at his uneaten sandwich.

             “You can finish it in yer room.  We aren’t too worried ‘bout crumbs.”  Emily stood up.  Dipper and Mabel got up as well.

             “Which room are we gonna stay in?” Mabel asked.

             “Junior’s old room.  The attic.  And yes, there’s a pond in there, too.”

             “That’s so cool!” Mabel squealed.  Emily chuckled.

             “C’mon, kiddos.”  She walked out of the kitchen, leaving Dipper and Mabel to scurry after her. As they walked, Dipper tapped Mabel’s shoulder.  Mabel looked at him.

             “What is it, Dip-Dop?”

             “Did you notice something a bit weird about Grunkle Stan and Grauntie Angie?” he asked.  Mabel frowned.  “They’re supposed to be Grandpa Shermie’s age, but they look younger than that.”

             “Dipper,” Mabel scoffed, rolling her eyes.  “Some people age better than others!  Also, Grandpa Shermie is Grunkle Stan’s older brother.  Of course he looks younger!”

             “I don’t know,” Dipper muttered.

             “They still look old.”

             “Yeah, they still look old.  But I can’t shake the feeling that they don’t look quite as old as they should.”

             “You’re imagining things,” Mabel said firmly. “Let it go.”

             “Fine,” Dipper sighed.  They arrived at a closed door.  Emily pushed it open.

             “Make yourselves at home,” she said cheerfully. Dipper and Mabel walked into the room. “I’ll come fetch you in a lil bit.”

             “Sounds great!” Mabel chirped.  Emily closed the door.  “Dibs on the bed closest to the pond!” Mabel said, making a beeline for said bed.  Dipper made his way to the other bed at a more sedate pace, the gears in his head beginning to turn.

             Maybe I am imagining things.  He put his bag on the bed.  But I might not be.  I swear, something about this place is weird, and it’s not the fake taxidermies Grunkle Stan fools tourists with.

-----

             Dipper walked through the woods with the signs for the Mystery Shack tucked under his arm.

             “Geez, Grunkle Stan,” he muttered to himself. “Grauntie Angie, too!  I’ve got plenty of time to ‘build a good work ethic’, I don’t need to go into the haunted forest for it!”  After Grunkle Stan saddled him with the task of hanging up the signs, Dipper had looked to Grauntie Angie for help.  But she had merely shrugged and said that she felt like it was important that kids do work around the house.

             And she mentioned that she grew up on a farm as the reason she thinks I should do work.  Dipper halfheartedly hammered a sign to a tree.  Normally, Grauntie Angie was more open to letting Dipper and Mabel goof off than Grunkle Stan was, which was why Dipper had looked to his great-aunt for help.  I guess even she’s got things she wants us to do.

             Dipper walked over to another tree and prepared to put up another sign.  When the hammer hit the nail, however, there was a clang, like the tree was made of metal.

             “Huh?”  Dipper cautiously tapped the tree with the hammer a few times.  It continued to make metal sounds.  “That’s weird.”  He dropped the signs and equipment to the ground, then brushed dust off the trunk. There was an outline of some sort of service panel.  Dipper opened it cautiously, revealing a box inside the tree trunk, with two switches on the top.  He tested one.  A noise sounded behind him.

             “Who’s there?” Dipper demanded, spinning around. He goggled.  A hole in the ground had opened up.  He walked over to the hole.  Inside was a maroon book with a golden hand emblazoned on the front.  He did a double-take.  The hand had six fingers for some reason.  After a quick glance around to make sure no one was nearby, he picked the book up and opened it.

             “It’s hard to believe it’s been six years since I began studying the strange and wondrous secrets of Gravity Falls, Oregon.” Dipper flipped through the pages. The book was filled with sketches of fantastical creatures.  Hope began to soar in his chest.

             See?  I’m not crazy, there really is something weird about this place!  Large letters caught Dipper’s eye.  He stopped flipping through the pages to read the entry.

             “Unfortunately, my suspicions have been confirmed.  I’m being watched.  I must hide this book before he finds it.  Remember: In Gravity Falls, there is no one you can trust.” Dipper closed the book.  He stared at it, the gears in his mind turning.

             No one I can trust? That can’t be right.

             “Hello!” a voice shouted behind him.  Dipper let out a shout and stumbled backwards.  The person who had shouted, none other than Mabel, giggled.  “Whatcha reading?  Some sorta nerd thing?” she teased.  Dipper scowled at her.  “C’mon, aren’t you gonna show me?”

             “…Fine,” Dipper muttered.  He looked around furtively.  “But not here.  I feel like I’m being watched.”

             “Pfft, nah, the only person watching you is me,” Mabel said firmly.  She grinned. “But if you wanna be paranoid and weird…”

             “Yes, I do,” Dipper confirmed.  Mabel giggled again.

             “Dipper, you crack me up,” she said with a merry sigh. She turned around and skipped away. Dipper followed her out of the woods, glancing over his shoulder as he left.  Maybe it was him being paranoid like Mabel claimed, but he could have sworn that he saw glowing eyes in the shadows from the trees.

-----

             “I hope Mermando finds his way home,” Mabel mumbled dejectedly.  Emily smiled at her.

             “Oh, I’m sure he does.”

             “But the lake is so far from the ocean!”

             “Honey, there are a lotta magical critters around here that are more than willing to help each other out,” Emily said kindly. They were driving back to the Mystery Shack after Mabel’s daring pool rescue.  Dipper looked at Emily.

             “Why were you at the lake so early in the morning?” he asked.

             “I like lakes and I like early mornings, sue me.” Emily cocked her head.  “Or, I guess, sue my ma.  I get it from her.”

             “Does Grunkle Stan know you’re driving his car?”

             “Does he know that you’ve been committin’ thievery to protect a magical creature?” Emily retorted.

             “I feel like he wouldn’t mind the thieving part.”

             “Maybe not, but he’s still tryin’ to pretend magic and, by extension, magical creatures, don’t exist.”

             “Why?”

             “Why does he do anything?”

             “Money?”

             “Hmm, that’s only like, half the time.  The rest of the time, it’s to protect fam’ly.” Emily met Dipper’s eyes in the rearview mirror.  “Dad is convinced that the only way to keep y’all safe is to try to keep magic and supernatural weirdness from ya.”

             “But you admit magic exists, and so does Grauntie Angie!”

             “When Dad sets his mind to somethin’, no one and nothing can make him back down.”  Emily turned back to the road.  “Except for maybe Ma.  But that’s ‘cause she’s just as stubborn as him.”  Dipper looked out the window.

             “We just went past the pool,” he pointed out. Emily nodded.  “I need to talk to Mr. Poolcheck.”

             “That weirdo can wait.  The two of you need some serious breakfast.”

             “But-”

             “The pool doesn’t open for another coupla hours,” Emily said firmly.  “Food first. Getting fired later.”

             “Yeah, Dip-Dop,” Mabel piped up.  “I could use some serious syrup.”

             “Uh, do ya want any pancakes with that syrup?” Emily asked.  Mabel sighed morosely.

             “It depends on how I’m feeling by the time we get back.”

             “I’ve been there,” Emily muttered.  Mabel looked up.  “Remind me to tell you sometime about my girlfriend.”

             “Ooh, you’ve got a girlfriend?” Mabel said eagerly. “Tell!  Tell!”

             “Wow, you perked up fast.”

             “What can I say?  I love love.  Now, spill.”

             “I can’t get into the whole thing right now, but to make a long story short, my girlfriend is actually the daughter of Dad’s ex-girlfriend from high school.”

             “No!” Mabel gasped.

             “Yep.  Didn’t find out until after we had gotten serious.”  Emily grimaced.  “Boy howdy that was an awkward dinner.”

             “Can we meet her?”

             “Heh, sorry, kiddo, Sam and I are long-distance right now.”  The car came to a stop outside of the Mystery Shack.  “I’ll get started on breakfast.”  Emily got out of the car.  “And remember.  Don’t tell Dad I took the Stanleymobile again.”

             “You got it, Em,” Mabel said.  Emily walked into the Shack.  Dipper opened his door.  He looked down.  His jaw dropped.  “Dip-Dop, get out!  Don’t you want breakfast?  Emily’s way better at cooking than Grunkle Stan.”

             “Mabel, you need to look at this,” Dipper said. Mabel sighed.  She got out of the car and came around to Dipper’s side. Her eyes widened.

             “Whoa.  What is that?”

             “I have no idea,” Dipper said, getting out of the car.  He picked up the…whatever it was.  “Hmm. Actually, wait, I think I do know.  It’s a shed skin!”

             “Shed skin?” Mabel asked, wrinkling her nose. “What sort of thing sheds its skin?”

             “Mostly just reptiles, I think.”  Dipper inspected the shed skin.  “But I don’t see any scales like a reptile has.”

             “Hang on, didn’t Grunkle Stan say something about Grauntie Angie studying lizards the other day?” Mabel asked.  Dipper nodded.

             “I think so, yeah.  We’ll have to talk to her.”  Dipper tucked the skin into a pocket.  He turned around to close the car door.  As he did so, he caught sight of something else: a large footprint in the mud next to the car.  “Mabel, look!”

             “Whoa!” Mabel gasped.  “It’s an animal track!”

             “But what kind?” Dipper murmured.

             “It looks like it could be from a frog, maybe?” Mabel suggested.  She frowned. “But it’s way too big.”

             “Yeah, it’s the size of a bear print or something.” Dipper took a pen out of his vest to chew on.  “Hopefully, we can ask Grauntie Angie what she thinks.  We’ll need her help identifying it.”  His eyes widened.  “Unless…” He took the journal out of his vest.

             “Ooh, you think there might be something in the book about it?” Mabel asked.  Dipper shrugged.

             “Worth a shot.”  Before he could open it, however, Emily called from the house.

             “Hey, kids, get in here before your syrup gets cold!”

             “She’s got a point,” Mabel said.  “We’ll check out the book later.  After we’ve had breakfast, and after you’ve been fired from the pool.”  Dipper groaned.  He put the journal back into his vest.

             “Don’t remind me.”

-----

             Mabel set down her knitting for the night, deciding it was time to put her pajamas on.  She glanced at Dipper, who hadn’t even begun to get ready for bed.

             “You should really sleep at some point,” she said. Dipper waved a hand.

             “Yeah, yeah.”  Dipper turned a page in the journal.  “Hmm…”  Mabel sighed. It was obvious that her brother wasn’t going to go to bed any time soon.  She swung her legs over the edge of her bed.

             “Any luck figuring out what’s causing the footprints and leaving the skin around the Shack?” she asked.  Dipper looked up from the journal.

             “Actually, yeah!”

             “Really?  Even without Grauntie Angie’s help?” Mabel asked.  Dipper nodded.  Before they had a chance to talk to Grauntie Angie about the big frog prints, she had left for some sort of business trip.  In a move that failed to surprise them, Grunkle Stan refused to even listen to their questions.  They were startled, however, when Emily claimed that she had never heard of a giant frog creature, and thus was unable to help them.  “What’d you find?”

             “I think that the tracks and shed skin were left by a nixie,” Dipper enthused.  Mabel cocked her head curiously.

             “A what?”

             “Nixies are classified as a kind of fae. Specifically, a kind of water sprite.”

             “Fae?”  Mabel’s eyes widened to the size of saucers.  “Hold up.  Are you saying that the frog-person who’s leaving their skin all over the place is a fairy?” she gasped.

             “Not a traditional fairy, but, yes, basically.”

             “Whoa!”

             “My thoughts exactly.”

             “Dipper, I think this might be the best thing to come from that book.  I mean, a frog-fairy?  That’s so incredibly cool, I don’t even have words for it!”

             “There’s actually a picture of a nixie in here, if you wanna see,” Dipper said.  Mabel slid off her bed and walked over to Dipper.  As she did, she caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head to get a better look.  Her jaw dropped.

             “Um.”

             “What?”

             “I know that outhouses are weird and smelly and all, but are they supposed to actually glow?” Mabel asked.  Dipper frowned.

             “What do you mean?”

             “The outhouse that Grunkle Stan said he got stuck in that one time, it’s glowing,” Mabel said.  Dipper slid off his bed.  The siblings walked over to the window.  Visible from the attic, the aforementioned outhouse was in fact glowing a menacing green.  “What’s going on?”

             “Dunno,” Dipper said, grabbing a flashlight off his bedside table.  “We should probably check it out.”

             “Maybe we should ask Emily if she has any idea about it, first,” Mabel suggested.  Dipper nodded.

             “That’s a good idea.  She might know what it is.”  Dipper and Mabel slipped their shoes on and quietly went downstairs, hoping to avoid waking up Grunkle Stan.  On their way out the house, they stopped by Emily’s room.  The door was ajar.  Mabel pushed it open the rest of the way.  Emily’s bed was empty.  “Huh.”

             “I think I see a note,” Mabel whispered. She crossed over to Emily’s bed and picked up the sticky note placed on Emily’s pillow.

             “Does it say where she is?”

             “No.  It just says ‘You know where I am.’”  Mabel looked over at Dipper.  “Looks like we’ll have to solve this mystery on our own.”  Mabel put the sticky note back on the pillow.  “Hopefully it’s something supernatural and not just the outhouse being so smelly you can see the stink.”

             “Only one way to find out.”

-----

             Dipper and Mabel walked down the alleyway, openly ogling at the market they had literally fallen into when they opened the door of the outhouse.

             “Where are we?” Mabel asked.  Dipper pulled out the Journal and hurriedly flipped through it.

             “I think I read something about an underground magical market,” he said.  Then, above the background noise of the chaotic market, a deep voice boomed.

             “Nixie venom!  Nixie venom for all your magical and medical needs, collected today!”

             “Didn’t you say that the frog stuff we saw was probably from a nixie?” Mabel asked Dipper.  Dipper nodded.  He flipped to the bookmarked nixie page.  “What’s it say?”

             “Want me to do the voice?”

             “No.”

             “Fine.”  Dipper looked down at the page.  “I’ve written about nixies before, but another entry is merited, as, after years, S has finally agreed to pose for a sketch.  His mate, B, was much easier to work with.  She posed for me immediately.  Much like his mate, S is a large, humanoid amphibian closely resembling a frog, though with some differences in appearance that suggest nixies are sexually dimorphic, like many other amphibians.  Of note is their size difference; B is much larger than S, a fact that greatly rankles S.”  Dipper frowned.  “I could’ve sworn there was more.”

             “Hmm.  Well, maybe we can ask the guy selling nixie venom!” Mabel said cheerfully. “C’mon!”  She grabbed Dipper’s hand and dragged him through the market, following the sound of the nixie venom seller’s voice.  They came to a stop in front of a stand with a sign reading “Pond-Fresh Nixie Venom and Human Curiosities”.

             “What the-”  The person manning the stand stared at Dipper and Mabel.  “What the heck are you two pollywogs doing in the Crawlspace?”

             “We came here to see if you could tell us anything about nixies,” Mabel chirped.  The person stepped forward into the light.  Mabel gasped.  The man had slimy-looking mottled brown skin, webbed ears, a wide, flat nose, and a pair of short antennae sprouting from his forehead.  Gills along the side of his neck flared.

             “You’re a nixie, aren’t you?” Dipper asked.  The man scowled.  In the dim light, his eyes glowed a faint brown, similar in color to his hair, which had the texture of leaves.

             “Yeah.  But you aren’t.”  The nixie’s voice was deep and smooth like a bullfrog’s call.  “You two are human.  And humans aren’t supposed to be here.”  The nixie looked around.  “Did anyone else see you?”  Before Dipper or Mabel could respond, there was a shout.

             “Humans!”

             “Get back here,” the nixie hissed.  Without waiting for Dipper and Mabel to move on their own, the nixie grabbed them with large, webbed hands and shoved them underneath the stand.  Footsteps sounded.

             “Humans.  Have you seen them?” asked a voice.

             “They ran past me a bit ago.”

             “Why didn’t you say anything?”

             “Why do you think?” the nixie asked, sounding bored.

             “…Right.”  Footsteps started up again and faded into the distance.  The nixie crouched down to look at Dipper and Mabel under the stand.

             “You pollywogs are darn lucky,” the nixie said firmly.  Mabel picked up one of the glass bottles underneath the stand with them.

             “What’s this?”

             “Nixie venom.”  The nixie snatched the bottle away from Mabel.  “And it’s way too dangerous for someone your age.  You look like you just barely grew legs.”

             “Thank you for protecting us, Mr…?” Mabel said. The nixie paused.

             “Ponds,” he said after a moment.  “You can call me Mr. Ponds.”

             “Why did you protect us, Mr. Ponds?” Dipper asked. Mr. Ponds sighed.

             “Unlike most magical creatures, I’ve got a soft spot for humans.  Not to mention, I’ve got pollywogs.  I remember how much trouble they caused when they were your age.”  Mr. Ponds handed each of them a cloak.  “Put these on.  I’ll get you outta here.”

             “But we just got here!” Dipper protested.  Mr. Ponds scowled.

             “Good.  The more time you spend here, the more likely you’ll get seen by someone who isn’t as nice as me.”

             “But-”

             “No buts.  This place is dangerous for human adults.  You two are pollywogs.  You’d be lucky to last five minutes before getting your faces stolen.”

             “…What?” Mabel squeaked.

             “Your faces would get stolen.”  Mr. Ponds put a sign reading “Back Soon” onto the stand. “Do you remember how you came in?”

             “Yeah,” Dipper said.  He pointed.  A sour expression settled on Mr. Ponds’ face.

             “Gonna have to talk to whoever left that door open,” he muttered.  “C’mon.” He grabbed Dipper and Mabel’s hands. “Let’s get you back home.”

-----

             Mr. Ponds shoved Dipper and Mabel out of the outhouse.

             “Stay in the human world, okay, pollywogs?” he said. “Also, I need those cloaks back.” Dipper and Mabel handed over their cloaks.  “Don’t go sticking your noses into magic business.  Stay with your own kind.  You’ll be safer.”  With those words, he closed the outhouse door.  Mabel quickly opened it again.  The entrance to the strange market was gone.

             “Hmm.  Guess we’ll have to find a new way there,” she said.

             “I doubt we can do that,” Dipper said.  “Mr. Ponds called that place the Crawlspace, right?” Mabel nodded.  “The Author mentioned the Crawlspace in the Journal. Apparently, he spent years trying to find a way into it.”

             “We managed to do something the Author couldn’t do!” Mabel crowed.  She threw an arm around Dipper’s shoulders.  Dipper chuckled.

             “Yeah.  And even better…”  He pulled a glass bottle out of his vest.  “While you were talking to Mr. Ponds, I grabbed this.”  Mabel gasped.  She snatched the bottle from him.

             “Mr. Ponds said this was nixie venom.”

             “Yes!”

             “What do we do with it?”

             “I’m not sure, but there’s gotta be something we can use it for,” Dipper said.  He took the bottle and tucked it back into his vest.  “I feel like the Author mentioned something about nixie venom in the Journal…”  He flipped to the nixie page in the Journal again.  “But there’s nothing here.”  Mabel leaned over.

             “Bro-bro, these pages are stuck together,” she pointed out.  Dipper groaned.  He separated the pages, revealing a full-body sketch of a male nixie, along with more notes from the Author.  “Hang on.” Mabel squinted at the sketch. “That looks like Mr. Ponds.”

             “You’re right.  It looks just like him.”  Dipper frowned at the page.  “So, either all nixies look the same-”

             “Which feels pretty mean to say,” Mabel put in.

             “-or we just met someone who knew the Author,” Dipper finished.  He and Mabel stared at each other.  “We have to find a way back to that market.”  Mabel nodded.

             “Agreed.”

-----

             Dipper walked into the Gift Shop.  Mabel was sitting on the counter, excitedly regaling Wendy with some sort of story.

             “Oh, hey Dipper,” Wendy said lazily.  “Mabel was just telling me and Soos about you guys wandering into a magical market last night.”

             “Yeah, it was pretty great,” Mabel said. “Except for the thing about someone stealing our faces.”  Wendy chuckled.

             “That’d turn me off a place, too.”

             “Well, it’s a good thing Mabel’s brought you up to speed,” Dipper said, making a beeline for the register.  “I wanted to talk to you about what I read in the journal.”

             “Why?”

             “It sounds like the nixies around Gravity Falls are pretty social, so I figured there might be a chance you’ve seen one before.”

             “A nixie?” Wendy asked.  Dipper nodded.  “Is there a picture or something of it?”

             “Yeah, actually.”  Dipper opened the journal to the page with the nixie sketch and placed it on the counter.  Wendy looked at it curiously.  She frowned.

             “Huh.”  She looked up.  “Soos, come over here.”

             “You got it, dude!”  Soos dropped the broom he was sweeping with and rushed over.  He frowned at the sketch.  “I swear I’ve seen that guy around town.”

             “I was getting that feeling, too,” Wendy said. Dipper and Mabel’s eyes widened. “That doesn’t mean anything.  It might just be that this frog guy looks like someone I’ve seen before.  But I’m not saying that I haven’t seen him.”  Wendy skimmed the page.  “Do nixies only go by letters, or is that something the Author does?”

             “I think it’s the Author,” Dipper said.  “We actually met the nixie that posed for this picture last night.  He said his name was Mr. Ponds.”  Wendy’s eyes widened.  “What is it, Wendy?”

             “Huh?”  Wendy looked up.  She grinned. “Oh, nothin’.  I just think that’s a kinda weird name for a nixie to have. They look like frogs, so they probably live in ponds, right?”

             “Probably,” Dipper said.

             “So it’d be like a human being called ‘Mr. Houses’,” Wendy pointed out.  Soos guffawed.

             “Wait, wait, wait,” Mabel said, holding up her hands. “Nixies live in ponds.”  She pointed to the back of the Shack. “There’s a pond in the backyard! I bet the nixie that’s been leaving its skin all over lives in that pond!”

             “Hold up.”  Wendy frowned at Mabel.  “What’s this about skin?”

             “A while back we noticed large frog prints and shed frog skin outside around the Shack,” Dipper explained.  “We figured that a nixie was responsible.”

             “Ooh, another thing!” Mabel said.  “When we told Mr. Ponds how we got to the Crawlspace, he said he was going to figure out who left that entrance open.  Maybe he uses the outhouse to get to the Crawlspace!”

             “Maybe,” Dipper said slowly.  “He could also have just been upset that humans showed up in a magical creature-only place.”

             “Nah, I think he actually liked us,” Mabel said, waving a hand airily.  “I mean, if he really hated us, we would’ve noticed you stealing the nixie venom from him.”

             “Nixie venom?” Wendy and Soos asked together. Dipper took the bottle out and set it next to the journal.

             “Mr. Ponds was selling it.”

             “Huh.”  Wendy picked up the bottle.  She went to remove the lid.  Dipper stopped her.

             “No, don’t open it.”

             “Why not?” Mabel asked.  She cocked her head.  “We can’t use it if we can’t open it.”

             “I was reading the journal entry on nixies some more.  Specifically, the part that talks about nixie venom,” Dipper said.  “We need to be careful with it.”

             “What’s it do, little dude?” Soos asked.  Dipper turned the page in the journal, to the entry on nixie venom.  He cleared his throat.

             “We can read it ourselves, don’t worry about it,” Wendy said.  Dipper’s shoulders drooped.  Wendy rolled her eyes good-naturedly.  “All right, go ahead.”  Dipper cleared his throat again.  He began to read the entry out loud.

             “One of the most significant defenses a nixie has is their venom, which they secrete orally and cutaneously.  Now that I have had time to study nixie venom extensively, I have come to some conclusions as to their effects.  The first conclusion is that nixie venom has multiple potential effects, which vary depending upon one’s heritage and whether they are exposed to cutaneous or oral venom.

             “Exposure to oral venom appears to transform normal humans into what I have dubbed convert nixies. Essentially, an individual able to switch between a human form and nixie form, but more heavily skewed towards a nixie biology than a human one.  The length of time that is required to transform a normal human into a convert nixie is dependent upon the proportion of magical blood the human possesses.  If a human has some amount of fae heritage, they will transform at the initial exposure.  If a human lacks fae heritage, they will need multiple exposures to become a nixie.”

             “Hold up,” Wendy said.  “Am I reading between the lines right?  If you kiss a nixie, you can turn into one, too?”

             “I…I think so,” Dipper said.

             “Weird.”  Wendy waved a hand.  “Keep reading.”

             “At each of those exposures to oral nixie venom, the human will become inebriated.  The toxicity does not appear to be life-threatening, but that could easily be dependent upon how much venom the nixie releases at each exposure.  I have no doubts that a large amount of oral nixie venom would incapacitate, or worse, kill a human, should they be exposed to it all at once.

             “Cutaneous venom is even worse.”

             “What does cutaneous mean?” Soos asked.

             “It basically just means something to do with skin,” Dipper said.  “I’m guessing that cutaneous nixie venom is venom that is secreted through the skin.”

             “Oh, yeah!” Wendy said.  “I’ve heard of frogs and toads doing that!”  Dipper nodded.

             “Exactly.”

             “So, why is the skin venom worse?” Mabel asked. Dipper sighed.

             “My throat’s getting a bit dry, so I’ll just sum it up.  Basically, the skin venom will actually paralyze you if it touches your skin.  It can make you pass out or act weird, but the paralyzing thing is what the Author was most concerned about.”  Dipper picked up the bottle of nixie venom.  “We have no idea what kind of venom this is, so we should have a plan before we open the bottle.”

             “Huh.”  Soos seemed thoughtful.  “So, all those things, the venom does on humans, right?”

             “Right,” Dipper said with a nod.

             “What about other magical creatures?”

             “I’m…not sure.”  Dipper looked down at the journal.  “I don’t think the Author knew, either.”

             “Well, it doesn’t really matter right now, since none of us are magical creatures,” Wendy said.  She grinned.  “Man, we’ll have to tell Dr. Angie about this when she gets back.  She’s gonna flip.”

             “It’ll be nice to have her professional opinion on things, too,” Dipper said.  He tucked the bottle of nixie venom and the journal back into his vest.  “So, who wants to help me make a nixie trap for the pond in the backyard?”

#Gravity Falls #Nixie AU #Dipper Pines #Mabel Pines #Stanley Pines #Emily Pines #Angie McGucket #Wendy Corduroy #Soos Ramirez #Stangie Family #Amphibious Tendencies #fanfiction #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

[bnhaheadcansandfanfiction]

`•.,¸¸,.•´¯ How the League of Villians React to You Bringing a Kid Back  ¯`•.,¸¸,.•´

Context: You’ve been gone from the hideout for about a week now. Everyone but Shigaraki, Dabi and Kurogiri are worried. Just as Spinner suggested finding you, you come back. In your arms is a baby. You weren’t pregnant or anything. Just found it on the doorstep of a building when coming back.

Shigaraki

- Would be against it at first.

- At First

- After he realizes that “ Oh wait. One day, I’ll die. I need a successor to keep everything in check. “ He will be all on-board with you keeping the kid as long as he plays a MAJOR role in their life.

- Wouldn’t be cold at all to the kid. He may be a villain, a big one at that, but he doesn’t want the kid to be abused like he was. 

- Would basically kill anyone instantly if they hurt the child. Bit more hesitant and might think it through it was by another kid that isn’t old enough to know better. If it’s like a 10 year old and the kid you brought back is 5, he will give them a VERY STERN TALKING TO.

- Helicopter parent.

- Never touches your child though. He’s afraid to. 

Dabi

- EVERYONE INSTANTLY WHIPPED THEIR HEAD AND STARED AT HIM AS SOON AS YOU CAME BACK WITH A BABY.

- Acts like he doesn’t care about it. But one night the baby was crying in the nursery Twice, Spinner, Toga, and Magne tried building for them. Then, suddeny it stopped as you were midway to the nursery. Confused, you opened the door to find Dabi feeding the baby a bottle. Properly made and everything. 

- You never brought it up to Dabi until it was the two of you alone in the whole hideout. 

- Will deny it at first. 

- After some budging, he says this “ I used to help take care of my younger brother when he was a baby.” 

- When the kid gets older and goes to school or hangs out with their friends, Dabi will watch them from the shadows.

Toga

- Instantly clings to the baby. 

- Asks a bunch of questions.

- “ What’s their name? “ “ How old are they?” “What blood type are they??”

- Toga makes sure they always get their vaccinations on time. 

- When the kid gets older, Toga will always try to get them their own knife. Even if it’s a multi-tool. You, Magne, or Spinner always try to stop her.

- Does their hair. It’s messy, but cute.

- When Valentine’s Day comes up when they are school, Toga always takes them out to get boxed valentines and chocolate for everyone.

- Will help them make valentines if they want to, but she is banned from making any sort of food related things.

- Sometimes, she worries about the kid’s future. Especially about others. She doesn’t want the child to hide themselves or be oppressed.

Twice

- Baby proofs most of the place

- Helps Magne, Toga and Spinner build a nursery for them

- Usually tries reading to the kid, even though his other side usually gets in the way.

- His other side is more “tame” with their swearing.

- Smokes outside instead of using a window because he fears the baby’s health.

- The baby’s first word was  “Twice”, this made Shigaraki upset.

Magne

- INSTANTLY CALLS HERSELF “AUNTIE MAGNE”

- Learns to crochet/knit for the baby.

- Either sews the baby’s clothes, or gets the cutest outfits when she is shopping. 

- Either way, the clothes will all have some sort of magnet attached to them so she can catch them if they fall. 

- Spoils the kid despite Shigaraki’s complaints.

- Is always begging Shigaraki or you to take the baby out. She can’t help it! Her niece/nephew is the cutest little button out there!

- Is always the one willing to change their diaper when you aren’t around.

Mr.Compress

- TV? Who needs that when Uncle Compress is around?

- Always playing with the kid. 

- Is the one that got the kid into their “ Magic Show” phase. 

- Usually if he ends up babysitting, you’ll come back to him sleeping on the couch, with his mask off and him holding the sleeping kid on his chest. Just cuddling.

- When it comes to the kid’s birthday or Christmas, He always gets the best toys for them. 

- Usually goes with Magne if they are allowed to take the kid out.

- Always suggests going to the park. 

Spinner

- Oh boy. Was nervous as all heck when the kid first came.

- Especially when you asked if he wanted to hold them

- But despite his anxiety, you will always find him outside the baby’s nursery at night, guarding it until they turn about 3.

- Sometimes he will sneak in and make a little cozy corner with blankets and pillows and stuffed animals for him and the baby to sleep in as he holds them. 

- From ages 1-5, the kid would sit by Spinner and watch him play videogames. 

- When the kid turned 6, Spinner taught them how to play. 

- Cries when the baby got attached to a stuffed lizard that Magne got them. 

Kurogiri

- Grandpa.

- Secretly sneaks them food, especially cookies.

- Is the one to hide all the booze from the child.

- When the kid starts going to school, he always asks to pick them up. No matter how many times you or the others explain that he can’t because he would be noticed right away due to his physical appearance.

- One time, he made this really gross batch of toffee for him and the kid. When the kid saw how upset Grandpa Kurogiri looked, they instantly grabbed a piece and ate it. Despite how gross and sticky it was.

Summary

- Shigaraki is dad.

-  Spinner is big brother #1

- Dabi is big brother #2

- Toga is big sister

- Twice is the more cautious uncle.

- Magne is Auntie

- Mr.Compress is uncle

- Kurogiri is grandpa.

They all love the kid, in their own special way.

#shigaraki headcanons #boku no hero academia shigaraki #shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #spinner bnha #bnha dabi #dabi #league of villians x reader #league of villains #bnha headcanons #bnha fanfiction #bnha #twice bnha #jin bubaigawara #magne #magne bnha #kurogiri #kurogiri bnha #spinner #my hero academia himiko #mha himiko #himiko toga #toga #bnha toga #league of villains headcanons #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mr compress #mr compress bnha

[vbee-miya]

oi wow a Filipina writer?!! eeep! Please may i request a headcaon with Izuku, Denki, Iida, Bakugo, Sero, Aizawa and Kirishima from my hero with a filipina gf. Maraming salamat po (/-3-)/

[mha boys w/ a pinoy gf]

✥︎ izuku midoriya; denki kaminari; tenya iida; katsuki bakugou; hanta sero; shouta aizawa; ejirou kirishima || m.list

genre: fluff || type: headcanon

warnings: slight swearing

a/n: Ha 😌 Oo Filipino writer po ako (yes I’m a Filipino writer)

Midoriya Izuku

➺︎ Okay hear me out!! Deku is definitely the type of boyfriend that any pinoy household would love.

➺︎ He's sweet like super. He'll help his girlfriend's mom do dishes or help walis (broom) the house.

➺︎ He knows basic basic tagalog. I have this headcanon that his filipina girlfriend would definitely have taught him some phrases. yes swears definetly, but no like basic basic phrases.

➺︎ i.e. "mabuti po ako." (i'm good) "salamat po." (thank you) and what type of boyfriend would he be if he didn't know how to say I love you? "Mahal kita"

➺︎ Okay we all know he has manners that's just a given. So that also means not only would he use "po" he would also use proper honorifics when addressing ones older than him.

➺︎ "Mano Po" yes he would do this.

➺︎ When his girlfriend’s cousin or siblings who are much younger than Deku call him kuya Izuku (big brother Izuku) he’d be really surprised when they’d use that certain honorific. He’d probably get emotional.

➺︎ I feel like he would really like one of the classic Filipino foods; adobo.

➺︎ preferably chicken, cuz that shit slaps.

➺︎ Karaoke? He'd be really nervous.

➺︎ But with the bisitas (visitors) are around helping hype him up, he'd start really quiet. But he's got confidence.

➺︎ His voice is like Erik Santos. please I love him falksjfue.

➺︎ And what’s Filipino culture without a barong? (a traditional top male Filipinos wear mostly on special events)

Kaminari Denki

➺︎ I feel like Denki’s girlfriend would accidentally make him a swagapino.

➺︎ Just saying. He’d be an honorary member of the swagapinos.

➺︎ Like Deku he’d have common respect for his elders and would of course would do the “Mano po” however he’d forget at times and just hug them as a way to great his elders.

➺︎ He knows all the swears because those were the only one that stayed in his head. Either that the word tubig (water) just because it sounds like too big.

➺︎ He’s the type that would seem to get along with his girlfriend’s pinsan (cousin) or mga pinsan (cousins).

➺︎ And they’d be constantly calling him ‘Kuya Denki’ (Big Brother Denki) and he loves it. He’d feel a sense of authority of validation. Like hell y’a I’m their kuya

➺︎ This man doesn’t eat the traditional dishes and would rather go straight to desert. However ‘chicken joy’ from Jolibee is an exception.

➺︎ As far as desserts go he’d love his halo-halo or the pandan cakes made by ™️ Regent.

➺︎ However he’d be like the one to awkwardly laugh when his girlfriend’s Titos/Titas/Lolas/Lolos (uncles,aunts,grandmas,grandpas) tell him to keep eating more.

➺︎ “Pist Denki try this.” “Hoy, Denki try ito. (this)”

➺︎ When it’s karaoke time he’s got confidence and all the bisitas including the lolos at lolas (grandpas and grandmas) are wowed by his confidence.

➺︎ He’d have almost the same voice as Jed Madela or something.

➺︎ Denki in a barong? I think yes

Īda Tenya

➺︎ We’re heading straight to karaoke I don’t care.

➺︎ He’d have an angelic voice like Ray Valera idc idc idc.

➺︎ Please all the Titos and Titas (aunts and uncles) at the party/gathering is all so impressed and would be like *eye widen jaw drop* then loud cheers as he scores a 98 on the karaoke.

➺︎ Tenya in a barong.

➺︎ God the power that holds.

➺︎ It’s so dangerous.

➺︎ He’s your typical sinigang man. He’d absolutely be in love with that dish of food.

➺︎ I feel like if he were to eat a dessert he’d really love taho.

➺︎ As a boyfriend of a filipina he’d be respected by everyone elders and the younger.

➺︎ He would do the “mano po” and would use honorifics to address his elders.

Bakugō Katsuki

➺︎ Okay one of my parents is from the Philippines province Bicol.

➺︎ And so my household eats this one dish called “bicol express” and it’s basically a creamy spicy dish. It consist of pork cooked in coconut milk with some amounts of shrimp paste, but Bicol Express isn’t Bicol express if it doesn’t numb your mouth so there’s like a shit load of chiles. However the thai peppers are usually the most common used.

➺︎ Anyways I say this because Bakugo would most definitely eat that type of food. And honestly that shits bussin’ please it’s soo good.

➺︎ Anyways listen he’s not the type to respect ones older than him sometimes, however if it’s with his girlfriend’s parents he’d keep his cool. I mean he’s got to.

➺︎ The moment pinoy fathers find out his daughter is date someone like Bakugo he’d flip.

➺︎ Bakugo is actually not that bad of a singer and would probably sound like Francis Maganola. Idk why.

➺︎ Anyways if his girlfriend has cousins or little ones in her family you bet he’d be called Kuya. And he holds pride in that.

➺︎ Headcanon if they forgot to say Kuya when addressing he’d be like listen here you piece of shit -

➺︎ Jokes, but he’d be like giving them the death stare.

➺︎ Bakugo in a barong = serotonin

Sero Hanta

➺︎ He’s an Otso Otso god.

➺︎ Vocal god.

➺︎ That Titas and Lolas are like awed by his vocals.

➺︎ His voice gives me J.R.A vibes so like no wonder why.

➺︎ He’d love his bulalo. That shits a yes for me. So good idc

➺︎ He lowkey wouldn’t know how to use a tabo.

➺︎ The Titos love him. Idk why? But he gives me that vibe.

➺︎ This man would definitely have dates with his girlfriend at like Seafood city or something like that.

Aizawa Shōta

➺︎ Aizawa gives me the same vibes as the current lead singer of Journey. Arnel Pineda.

➺︎ Why? I don’t know

➺︎ He just does.

➺︎ He’s your classic taho lover.

➺︎ When he gets the chance or if his girlfriend is craving Filipino stuff, but doesn’t want to go see her parents you bet Aizawa would take her to like Chow King.

➺︎ He’d look smexy in a barong. Idc what people say.

➺︎ He’s got manners, but more lowkey.

➺︎ If he were to be introduced to his girlfriend’s parents he’d be a nervous wreck in the inside especially knowing how ‘scary’ they were portrayed by from his girlfriend’s stories that she told about them.

➺︎ If his girlfriend misses some certain dishes you beat his girlfriend would teach him how to cook some of her favorite dishes.

➺︎ LMAO he’d be able to eat balut. Please bruh I can’t eat that.

➺︎ He watches Filipino tela-novelas

Kirishima Ejirō

➺︎ Please I can see him to be the type if you teach him some words in Tagalog he’d be the type to make corny jokes about them.

➺︎ “Hey y/n is your ass is made out of water?”

➺︎ Then you’re like “ano? (What)” And he goes “cuz your ass us tubig.”

➺︎ And you wouldn’t know if you should throw pairs of tsinelas (flip flops) at him or tell him to shut it.

➺︎ He’d probably be turned into a swagapino, but nothing like Denki. He’d be more on the lowkey scale.

➺︎ The younger ones would address him as Kuya Kiri and everytime they do his heart goes boom.

➺︎ He’d adore being called kuya and would hold a certain pride to it.

➺︎ At parties he’s definitely trying all the food. He’d love his egg rolls with a side of Jollibee spaghetti.

➺︎ Karaoke? Yeah <3

➺︎ He’d lowkey sound like Bamboo Manalac.

➺︎ If he wanted he could actually mimic him. If he wanted.

#v.writεϊз #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #eijiro kirishima headcanons #izuku midoriya headcanons #bakugo katsuki headcanons #tenya iida headcanons #aizawa headcanons #denki headcanons #mha x Filipino reader #bnha x Filipino reader

[passivenovember]

Try as We Might.

Harringrove April, Day Eighteen : Heatwave.

--

Billy’s grandpa taught him how to fight after the first time Neil hit hard enough to bruise.

It felt like a betrayal. 

He was still too young, then, to know that he’d be able to land a few punches of his own someday. When he grew tired of shouldering the brunt of things he couldn’t possibly carry. 

Grandpa Milton said it wasn’t Billy’s fault. Men grow restless in the heat. Bad men take detours toward violence when all the ice has gone from the bucket.

Pistol at the ready.

Billy had to decide if he wanted to be holding the gun or looking down a steel barrel.

Those were the words of a man born in a little town just west of the Missouri River. Spit between wads of tobacco, that smelled always of mint Julep, into the muggy air between them.

Bad men grow restless in the heat.

That was the truth. 

Written into history on stones carried down the mountain by every woman in his family tree. Grandpa Milton wasn’t a bad man. 

Rough around the edges. Hard in the middle, with things Billy could never wrestle free, and Billy wasn’t a bad man. 

He wasn’t like his father. 

Wasn’t restless. Wasn’t cruel.

But with that first push, his fists held in front of him, dodging the swing of a red punching bag as his knuckles kissed leather in a way that didn’t sting.

it was impossible to recognize the difference.

--

Joey is clutching a pair of Max’s leather gloves to his face when his head rounds the corner onto Holbrook street 

All Billy can see is red.

Sheets of it, covering bronzed, delicate skin where it hasn’t soaked through his tee-shirt.

Joey’s left hand slips on the worn, tattered handle of his bike. 

“Oh my god.” Steve drops the garden sheers, rushing to meet their nephew at the end of the driveway before Billy can register the movement. His hands are everywhere, prodding gently at Joey’s forehead, gingerly removing the wad of leather from his nose until.

Blood starts pouring down his chin.

Somewhere on the front steps Dawn is crying big, wet crocodile tears that could make flowers grow if she knew the way. 

Billy tells her to go inside. 

She doesn’t listen.

She takes his hand, instead, leading Billy down the scorching pavement toward something that feels cosmic. Life changing, in the crackling set of Joey’s shoulders when Steve says, “I don’t think it’s broken.”

His eyes are bright. 

Open flame against something uncontrolled. Burning where only Billy can see. He notices Joey’s knuckles. Cracked and bruised and hurting like hell by now, if memory serves.

He clicks his teeth. “What happened, kid?”

“Nothing.”

Steve wipes the blood on his pants, clearly in emergency mode. “It’s not nothing, you need ice and a fresh towel for that thing before the swelling gets too bad.”

“I’ll go get the first aid kit.” Dawn says. Sounding so.

Old.

Mature.

That Billy does a double take when she and Steve disappear into the house together, moving like the summer sun has really set everything ablaze. 

Like they’re running out of time.

Joey hasn’t stopped moving. Pacing up and down the mouth of the driveway, vans scraping over red-hot cement like a poker in fresh coals. A caged animal biding its time. 

Billy gestures to the front porch. “Want some lemonade?”

Joey doesn’t respond. 

“You know. If you wanna land a good punch, you gotta square your wrist.” Billy says, lighting a cigarette just to bide his own time, until. 

The kid cracks open. Spills the beans.

Joey turns on him, confused. “What?”

“Your wrist. Good hit’s all in those three bones. Leave it flopping around and you’ll hurt yourself pretty badly.”

“How do you know I--”

Billy looks at Joey’s hands, skin already turning dark blue from the fight. Ice cubes in a river. 

He raises his eyebrows. “Know a thing or two about taking hits.”

Joey snorts. “You own a ceramics shop.”

“So?”

“So, potters don’t fight, the fucking.” Joey moves the air in front of him, exasperated. “Preach abstinence. Healthy coping and talking things through. Y’know, violence doesn’t solve anything.”

It’s Billy’s turn to snort. “Yeah, fuck that.” He takes a pull from his cigarette, wiping the sweat from his brow. “I’m a bit of a goody-two-shoes now that I got a husband and a kid. A house and shit that I. Care about, but. Wasn’t always that way.”

He turns, meandering to the front porch.

Billy doesn’t have to look to know Joey is scrambling after him. 

“Mom said you used to be an asshole.”

“I was.”

“She said you didn’t used to be someone people wanted to know. Or mess with.” Joey sits on the front step, watching Billy out of the corner of his eye. “How come?”

Billy likes to imagine things as they are now, likes to pretend all the shit that happened before. Monsters and black rot and worlds inside this one--likes to pretend none of that existed. 

It was a bad dream. 

A side effect. Punishment, for who Billy was. Who he had to be if he wanted to survive. 

He thinks Joey is a little bit like that. Trying to get past his own skin, so.

“Did what I had to do.” 

Joey frowns. “What’s that mean?”

Billy shrugs. “To protect myself. From others, or protect them from me.” He takes another pull from his cigarette. “I used to be weak, y’know. Easy pickings because I was different than other kids my age.”

“Because you were gay?”

And. 

“Yeah.” Billy says softly. “Except I didn’t know it at the time, so when people said those things and called me shit and punched my fucking retainer down my throat for having a crush on Frankie Daimio, my only choice was to fight back.”

Joey nods. “I understand. The kids at school, they.”

Billy turns to look at him, nodding. 

It’s okay. 

Joey takes a deep breath. Clears his throat. “They think I’m weird.”

“How come?”

“Lots of things.” Joey picks at the frayed hem of his shorts, voice trembling. “Who my mom and dad are. The way my hair looks. The kinds of music I listen to and the clothes I wear and the fact that my best friend is a girl two years younger than me who puts dead animals on people’s cars when they call me a fa--”

“They’re jealous.” Billy says. Plain and simple. “And even if you are. That word. You’re cooler than I was when I was your age.”

Joey looks at him, eyes sparkling. “Will you teach me how to fight?”

Billy gears up to say a million things.

No, it’s not responsible. No, Uncle Steve will throw a fit. No, your mom will cut my balls off and toss me into the river. No, I don’t run like that anymore--

But as Joey watches him, tears burning hot in the apple of his eyes, Billy doesn’t really have a choice.

“Alright, Kid.” He says, defeated. “I taught Dawn to look after herself, I can teach you.”

#harringrove #harringrove april #tw: bullying #tw: violence #Billy would give the best lessons on self defense #I know we've analyzed the kitchen fight to DEATH #but I'm always so blown away by the skill he shows #using his surroundings to his advantage and fighting dirty because you don't fight to play fair #you fight to win #my dad taught me how to punch when I was a kid #I've never had to use that knowledge #but it's good to know how to protect yourself

[ravenadottir]

Hear me out: headcannons about Bobby growing old with mc🥺 (I needed some fluff T-T)

no no no no no, you can’t just come in here and do this to me!! that’s so wholesome! i think i’m gonna have to divide this in decade marks, and maybe stop at the 30 year mark? i can do a part II later. 🤔

‘10 year mark’

the ‘mckenzie’ brand has expanded to restaurants, bars and bakeries all over the uk

the bars are considered a hot spots in the big cities. pictures of young ‘paisley cuddle’ are scattered on the walls, along with the pics from the villa’s parties, to set the theme

the restaurants have bobby and his experiences with famous chefs, like jake ‘sweetcheeks’ wilson, mary berry, gordon ramsey, wolfgang puck.

the bakeries however have the pictures from the time bobby went on the bake off show and won.

there’s small town models of the bakeries/restaurants that are seen as ‘family diners’

you and bobby already have two kids, 4 years apart from each other. in my head bobby is the type to have them earlier so they can live their best life together, have fun in the kitchen or in the backyard playing ball.

he loves throwing birthday parties every year, and of course, baking the cake. to which year is a different theme. “babe, you take care of the decorations and the details i’m definitely gonna forget, and me?” he puffs his chest holding a whisk. “i’m the cake guy.”

bobby is the reason why the kids love the parties so much. he’s the type of parent that goes on the slider with the kids, jumps with them in the bounce house, starts the water balloon wars…

the parents are so thankful for him since he’s pretty much the one who keeps an eye on them at all times.

usually, he’s waking up early every day because it became a habit since his hospital times. he never really shook that habit. so he prepared breakfast, takes the dog out, while you wake the kids up to eat and rush them to school

the dad that takes two different cameras and a phone to film and take pictures during his kids’ public presentations, games, recitals and science fairs “dad, one phone is enough” “yeah, but your dad needs backup! i’m from the 90′s darling. i can’t be any different” he says, shrugging with a grin.

you guys have a small house on the outskirts of glasgow or london, depending on who won the bet you had when you got married.

you’re pregnant again. entirely unplanned and now bobby can’t stop crying,. he always wanted three kids.

‘15 year mark’

a third child came three years ago, which made you consider a much more peaceful place to buy a house. and a bigger one for that matter.

bigger bakyeard means more people and their kids playing around the lawn, as bobby and gary grill sausages, making stupid jokes about it, and you and the girls have drinks shaking your heads.

you and bobby are gary’s kids’ godparents

ibrahim can’t come, he’s to busy making mad money on brand deals. noah is calming the kids down, by reading something in the living room, while bobby shakes a cocktail for the tired parents.

gary gives you a new couple of puppies, because the dog you had has unfortunately passed away. (sorry!)

your first kid is just turning 13 and being a little pain in the ass. but they like their uncles and aunties so they will actually raise their heads from *inser new device that will replace phones*

you guys travel in your car, to spend a week in cabins, fishing, playing ball, having picnics close to the lake

bobby always throws at least one of the kids in the water, before jumping in and splashing everyone. “bet you can’t do better than that, babe…” he says to you, raising his brows suggestively. “watch me, mckenzie.”

summer time and the lake became a tradition since it was the first place you and him spent a holiday alone

the employees that attend to you in hotels refer to you as “the mckenzie’s”

in the city, you have a trustworthy babysitter that will spend the night so you and bobby can have some time alone

he surprises you with dates and flowers out of nowhere

early nights are made for you and bobby to help the kids with homework

at this point, bobby is invited to be a special guest in cooking/baking competitions in the uk

and to have a “masterclass” of hiw own, where he mostly credits you for the idea of expanding, the execution of the administrative plans and how to actually expand a business. “i only do the cooking. she’s the genius behind the money.” he laughs while crossing his legs during his online course.

‘20 year mark’

kids’ sad times. graduations are happening. the youngest is entering third grade, the other one is in uni, far from home. “did you have to choose something so far from your old man?” “dad… of course! how else would i have a ‘paisley cuddle’ phase?” they respond, laughing. “i should’ve never told you thats story! now you’re having ideas!” “relax dad. everything is gonna be fine!” the middle one is entering high school and their rebellious phase.

bobby follows through with his part of the deal when you got married, by wearing something ridiculous to embarrass your kid at their graduation. “dad, you look like a hawaiian drug dealer.” “ i know,” “oh, so it wasn’t dark when you got dressed? mom!” “what can i say, your dad doesn’t care for blacks and blues.” “yeah, right…”

professionaly, bobby has a renowned signature dish, plenty of new ideas for the future, like school and courses.

the house is the same you bought five years ago, but now, it’s mostly parents getting together for barbecues, cocktails, movies and game nights

the younger children stay in the tv room upstairs

‘25 year mark’

your second child didn’t go to uni, and decided to help out on the family business. they always felt like this was the life for them and couldn’t wait to finish school to start.

bobby wanted them to go to school to learn everything they could “but dad, you didn’t, and you know so much.” “oof, they got you there, babe.”

you have a second wedding ceremony and a second honeymoon

bobby has a few grey hairs popping through his dreads

he’s still wearing colorful shirts and girls on social media call him ‘daddy’

he’s been invited to cook for the queen (yes, she’s still alive)

you see your friends a few times more a year now.

your third child is going to uni, to follow a career path you never imagined they would, but you’re proud of them

you decided to sell the house, that’s so big now, and find a smaller one that still has an extra bedroom for when your oldest comes to stay with their partner

bobby cracks dad jokes now, and according to gary, he picked them up from him “sure, gary, ‘cause you’re the only man on the planet who tells dad jokes” “stop bickering! you’re like an old married couple.” you say, slapping their arms playfully

‘30 year mark’

your first child just had their first child

“you’re a grandpa, bobs!” gary slaps him on the back, picking up a box of cigars that they will share with noah and ibrahim.

“can’t believe i’m this old.” “if you’re old, what am i?” you ask him, folding your arms on your chest. “beautiful?” he responds with a clear guilty expression.

‘things that would happen at all times during this entire journey’

bobby would sing to the kids every night

you would read them bedtime stories, taking turns to do the voices

it’s a tradition to cook together on special occasions, no matter what happens. the three kids, you and bobby would always spend the day listening to music, talking about life, slicing, sauteeing, mixing, measuring. it’s a tradition that will never die

when your grandkids come around, they will be the the ones resposible for measuring

drawings that your kids do in school akways have extra colors on bobby’s outfits. his name also has more than three colored letters

bobby has taught your kids how to play the guitar

rainy afternoons were known as “dad’s baking afternoons”

you and bobby had a hard time to find a compromise between being friends and parents.

open conversations with your kids, about everything. they knew what to expect in the world.

bobby’s parents would visit, to spend a whole weekend and share stories of his childhood, as yours would too

family vacation always had a ‘car trip and singing along to the radio’ type of tradition as well

your oldest now takes their child for family vacation in the same spot you and bobby used to

twice a year you guys rent a place for the family to have some bonding, even after they get married (or not)

“your dad is the finest pillow fort architect in the uk”

camping in the backyard when you had to cancel a trip

you’re in charge of coaching and playing sports in the back of the house while bobby relaxes under the sunlight “i was never very athletic”. he’s the empire

*these are the ones on the top of my head. i must’ve left dozens behind :/

#litg #love island the game #love island the game season 2 #litg s2 #litg season 2 #fusebox #fusebox games #bobby mckenzie #queue #submission #litg bobby

[dspd]

ypu can thank @sokka-with-his-hair-down for the following word vomit with a lil jinzula content

just saw a jinzula reference and now I'm thinking about Azula being released from Fire Nation's version of a psych ward and going to get rehabilitated with Iroh in Ba Sing Se and Jin just being a cutie and helping the heck outta her until Azula is like...oh no I have feelings for a pleb what do I dooooo????

-----

okay so like...after the comet Azula's held in luxury as doctors try to help her. Zuko visits every day, staying as long as a young ruler can, only leaving on the bad days when she's starts to lose control, her guards handlers hurrying away when items go flying or her face twists in rage, screaming familiar insults fed by fear and the ghost of Ozai's upbringing. Eventually she regains some balance, Zuko's unwavering support and the calming repetition of her now hobby, tea making, the rocks that she clings to when she feels herself slipping. She quickly learns the palace holds too many triggers as she's allowed to venture beyond her suite, two guards following too close behind as she wanders the halls. She feels lost, more like an intruder in this remodeled building that somehow stills rakes her over and leaves her soul bleeding.

She walks past the pond Zuko and Mother loved and tears up when she sees the turtle ducks have returned. It's a tiny feeling but she can't control herself and turns away.

She wanders down a servant's corridor and remembers the one time she sat on Zuko, snapping sparks into his face and mocking him, repeating words Ozai had said to her, a raw, primal delightful power coursing through her, then a nugget of guilt growing when he begins to cry only to be crushed under defensiveness when Mother gathers him up, wiping his tears away...and ignores her again. She trembles and walks past quickly with a stiff legged gait, unwilling to run away yet unable to stay.

She tries not to think about whether the guards saw the tremor or whether she could look back and see contempt in their eyes.

She reaches the main doors to the Royal Hall and gasps when she remembers Mother's disappearance, Zuko's absence as he healed, then his banishment, all while Ozai tryna that gaze on her and built her up again, giving her more and more responsibility. She isn't sure if it's the remembered pride or the following memories of hiding in her bed and fear of failure that starts it but all of a sudden she's can't breathe and she's gasping, hanging onto the wall, trying to push it back, pull it inside and lock it away again and Zuko's pulling the door open, drawn by the shouting in that stupid, idiotic way of his instead of letting the guards handle it and he's pulling her in to a soft embrace that burns.

She's shuddering and sobbing and she knows it's bad because she can feel the rough fabric of Zuko's royal robes against her fingers as she clutches him, face pressed into his chest as she tries to cram her stupid, idiotic weakness into a tiny corner in the back of her head like Ozai taught her befits a royal. It doesn't work and she's overcome with the new crashing wave of frustration over her lack of control.

It's only when she feels the cool spread of that stupid bitch Katara's healing along her shoulders and neck that she manages to claw back into a semblance of who she needs to be. Those stupid hands with their stupid water bending pull her into the darkness of deep water, the overwhelming feelings floating on the surface she's sinking away from.

She's not deep enough, not numb enough, to miss the repulsive feeling when she finally looks at the guards and sees nothing but pity in the guards eyes.

So when Zuko, in that stupid, weak way of his, gently suggests she move away she's nauseatingly glad and shamefully hurt, little internal dragons that swoop and chase each other, nipping away until she's not sure of anything. She can hear him talking but it's a distant thing. She's too busy fighting the little voice in her head saying she's being abandoned again.

She wants to say it sounds like Father so she can dismiss it like she's been practicing, but it sounds too much like Mother.

Mother never lied so it must be true.

The move happens so fast that it feels like she blinks and she's standing at the entrance of Iroh's new home in the stupid city of lemming, Ba Sing Se. It’s cooler, She's kind of afraid in a new way. Mostly, she's tired.

So, so tired of being like this.

She's angry with herself next when Iroh gives her a critical glance and a tentative smile before taking her hands and welcoming her. She can't stop feeling things and even his words about starting over and reassures her that he's here for her and that he's sorry, that he feels like he abandoned her and he wants her to know that he never chose Zuko over her and he loves her very much...

That little voice changes into Zuko and Father and Ty Lee and Mai whispers to her and twists the meaning and she knows it's wrong but she's so tired of fighting it.

So she sighs and tries to smile and accepts his tea and hand holding and changes the subject.

When she finds out she'll be helping at his tea shop, she doesn't have the energy to be outraged that she, the stupid heir apparent of the Fire Nation, will be taking orders and delivering stupid, poorly brewed tea.

It's full and aggravating but she practices holding all that in. The nightmares slow, Zuko's letters reassure her, and she learns how to handle minor annoyances. She's mature enough to acknowledge she never learned how to handle them correctly the first time, something that makes her grin to herself in a moment of wry happiness. It's a bittersweet feeling and she's tired of feeling but still...it's new and exhilarating and she feels a bubble of hope in her chest.

In Ba Sing Se, she's nobody. It's oddly freeing to be Mr. Mushi's niece and her new name is nice in an unfamiliar way. She won't admit it but she likes the way the repeat customers act with her. They aren't afraid to joke with her or share a concern. A couple younger ones flirt with her and, as she peeks out from the bangs she's growing out, she's pleased it's friendly and without the teeth she came to expect from Father's generals who disagreed with her expanding military duties.

°°°

Early on, after moving in with Iroh, Azula was still prickly and unbalanced and bored out of her mind at the dull, repetitive lifestyle.

There's a quiet girl that comes in sometimes. She's soft-spoken, with a kind smile, but full of life at the same time. Azula remembers the first time she came in, greeting Iroh with a wide smile and talking to him like she's his niece, not Azula. Azula dismisses her with a sniff, turning to help another table but when Iroh sits down and shares a it with the girl, Azula can't help but sidle closer, ears straining to overhear. The girl - Jin, she later learns - had been a customer before when Iroh and Zuko had come to Ba Sing Se as refugees. No one can be so interested in her failure of an uncle so she grabs a broom and sweeps closer. When Jin asks after someone named Lee, Azula loses interest.

The girl is just another stupid commoner, obsessed with boys or whatever. Nothing interesting.

By Agni, she's so bored.

A few days later the girl returns, carrying a box filled with the local excuse of food and Azula buries her sneer of displeasure when Iroh pulls his apron off in a hurry, sliding into the booth, bald spot almost outshining like the girl's eyes.

Azula realizes she's been staring into the stupid girl's eyes and looks away. Her scowl grows as a stupid grandpa comes in with muddy shoes, ruining the floor she just finished cleaning. She stares at the tracks, hopelessness trapping her in place. The stupid grandpa doesn't even notice as he finds a seat and the hopelessness sours into bitterness.

Of course.

She's a failure, too.

A prickle between her shoulder blades warns he and she looks up. Right into Failure Iroh's stupid commoner girlfriend's gaze. They lock eyes and Azula struggles to hold it. Even if she can't be what Father raised her to be, she won't lose to this stupid smiley girl.

She can't stand it, that peculiar sensation of being watched, so she looks away. Failure Azula. Just like Iroh and Zuko and Mother. She glances back, bracing herself for the inevitable stupid judgemental look but the girl is smiling shyly at her and walking up, introducing herself and so friendly and stupidly nice. Azula's anger is simmering but she's confused and why would this girl be so nice to a stranger????

So, like her failures for family members, Azula flees.

It's not exactly an auspicious start, and Azula knows she's spiralling when she spends twenty minutes interrogating Iroh that night. What did her tell the stupid commoner? Did he ask her to approach? What does she want?

Iroh's calm at first but as Azula's voice rises and she pulls at her hair to feel something other than panic and keeps asking again and again his stupid face changes. She realizes with a start that he's seeing her for real. The rotten core of her that she's managed to hide away from even Zuko. The part of her that drove Mother away. It's written all over his stupid face.

Azula can't sit still anymore. She jumps up and is out the window in moments, shimmying down the wall and disappearing. She runs quietly, keeping to shadowy streets and inky black alleys. She's lost by the time the frenetic energy seeps out of her body, a stitch in her side forcing her to pause at a fountain for a stretch and drink.

Azula stretches out on the lip of the fountain, staring up at the stars. She used to hate the night sky. It's a visible, inevitable reminder of the Fire Nation's weakness. Her weakness. Every day, as the sun sinks below the horizon, Azula feels the fizzle of her bending wane, that hot space below and to the left of her heart cooling from hot, blue flames to red-orange fingers. It's barely more than embers in the Earth Kingdom as the days grow cooler and Azula's not sure how to feel about it.

There's a step across the courtyard and Azula's slipping down into the shadows again as two stupid lemmings approach. One is holding a torch while the other swings empty buckets. Azula frowns. Somehow the cheerfulness isn't as grading as usual. Their voices are soft in the quiet.

Azula closes her eyes and wonders if she'll ever feel half as content and comfortable as the air these two exude. There's the sound of splashes on the other side of the fountain.

One of the girls sighs. "I wish we could look at the lanterns tonight."

Only years of training lock Azula in place. It's Iroh's stupid commoner girlfriend.

The other girl laughs. "You know they're only lot for festivals, Jin."

"Except that one time," Iroh's stu- Jin replies, "I still can't believe Lee lit them."

Azula can almost smell the stupid happiness from the memory.

"Yeah, yeah. You have wierd luck with dates, I get it. Hurry up.and grab the other bucket! We still have to come back for more."

Based on the sounds, Azula can picture them struggling back the way they came.

Something makes her pause at the edge of the courtyard before leaving. She hesitates. But then she can hear the duo approaching again and she makes up her mind.

She pretends she doesn't stay long enough to hear the gasps of surprise before she hightails it out of there.

The feeling of elation that fills her chest and slides down her arms reminds her of the day she stood on the deck of a war balloon for the first time.

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so...yeah...I wasn't planning any of this so idk where it goes but in the end Azula eventually has it bad and idk maybe Mai and Ty Lee come to visit, tentatively open to trying to be friends for real this time and, after seeing Azula's interest, Ty Lee wheedles Jin's story out of Iroh near the end of their visit. Mai's holding her face with an I can't believe this is happening expression, Iroh is concentrating too hard on his tea pot, and Azula's face is red as Ty Lee chokes out that of course Azula and Zuko would have the same taste in women.

And maybe the next day, when Jin slips her hand into Azula's while they wave goodbye, Azula looks at Jin who catches the look and smiles that smile she hated so much at first and Azula has the revelation of her life

#atla #my writing #jinzula