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hbyrde36 · 7 months

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Chapter 2: Housekeeping

No Vacancy

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Steve and Robin were kneeling side-by-side, wrist deep in dirt pulling weeds and planting new annuals in the red brick planter box that surrounded the motel's sign. It was his first full day off since he’d arrived in town, and even in the midst of manual labor in the sweltering heat, he was enjoying having a little time in the sunshine without having to keep an eye on tourists who didn’t understand how dangerous an undertow could be. He didn’t mind being put to work, in fact he’d ask for this. He knew it was the only way he was going to get to spend some quality time with his best friend, as busy as she was.

He dipped his head, blinking away the sweat that had trickled into his eyes while they worked. It was late morning, and though the day had started out at a semi-comfortable 75 degrees or so, it was now nearing the mid 90’s and rising.

“You know you don’t have to help out around here. You are a paying guest after all.” Robin said, not for the first time since they had started this little project.

“Yeah, but only because I forced you to take my money.” Steve pointed out.

She rolled her eyes. “I maintain that I owe you enough in gas money from all the rides you’ve given me over the years that you should have your own room here forever free of charge.”

“No, this is your livelihood. Just take it, I don’t mind paying.”

“Oh I'm taking the money, because god knows we could use it, but don’t be surprised when I find a way to slip it back to you one day.”

Steve grinned. He had no doubt she would do just that.

Hanging out with Robin wasn’t his only motivation for seeking out tasks around the building in his downtime. He’d become so used to being up and out by dawn every morning, that he hadn’t known what to do with himself when he woke up that day. Though he was off, he still found himself wide awake by 6AM, his body’s natural alarm waking him up at the time it was used to. He had nowhere to go, and nowhere he had to be, but the thought of hanging around while Eddie was asleep, or worse, of being there when Eddie woke up made him jittery.

Still, he had taken a few minutes to lay quietly in the dim light of their room and gaze at the man resting in the other bed, something he hadn’t allowed himself to do before. He admired the spill of Eddie’s dark curls across the stark white of the pillow case, and the fullness of his lips as they curved into the hint of a smile, reacting no doubt to whatever pleasant dream he was having. Steve longed to comb his fingers through all that hair, and to feel those lips against his own, but he knew he was more likely to get struck by lightning than to ever be allowed the privilege to touch Eddie Munson.

Steve knew he was unwelcome in their shared space, and no matter how desperately he wanted to show Eddie that he wasn’t the same asshole he remembered from high school, it was hard to do that when they so rarely crossed paths. That hurdle was what had given him the idea to start leaving fresh coffee behind for the other man. It was a small gesture really, that didn’t cost him any extra time or money, but he hoped Eddie recognized it for the olive branch that it was. Maybe coffee wasn’t enough though. How did the old saying go? The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Steve wondered what sort of breakfast pastry said, 'I like you and I want to be friends.'

Muffins?

Croissants?

He could always ask Chrissy for advice on Eddie’s favorite foods, but he wasn’t sure he could manage to do that without revealing his unfortunate crush.

After a little more internal struggle he’d gotten out of bed, dressed quickly in his last pair of clean cut off shorts, that were admittedly a little too tight, and a white tank top. It was still too early for most of the world to be awake, so he went for a walk around the neighborhood to clear his head until he could bother Robin, though not before he set the coffee pot to brew like he had every other morning.

Robin cleared her throat, an unsubtle indicator that she was about to say something he wouldn’t like. Steve braced himself.

“I meant to tell you,” she began casually, poking around with her small shovel without actually moving any dirt. “A guest in the room next to yours called in a noise complaint the other night. Apparently there was a bit of banging and some loud moans. Anything you want to share with the class?”

Steve opened and closed his mouth several times before responding. “Yeah…Sorry about that. Eddie, um, brought someone home from the bar. I would offer to talk to him about it for you, but I'm pretty sure he hates me, so maybe it would be better if Chrissy said something to him about it.”

Robin stared, mouth hanging open in disbelief. “What?!”

He squirmed under her scrutiny as he peered down into the small hole he was digging instead of meeting her intense gaze. “He brought someone home. It wasn’t a big deal. I went down to the pool area and slept on one of the chairs for a while to give them some privacy. It was fine.”

Robin rubbed at her temples, the dirt from her hands flaking off into her hair. “Jesus, Steve. I’m sorry. I thought…” She trailed off.

He tensed. “Thought what?”

“I thought you two had finally gotten your shit together! I should have known better when you came to me all mopey this morning asking for busy work on your only day off.”

Steve gulped, his heart skipping a beat. Had he been that obvious all this time? He thought he’d been hiding his feelings pretty well.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He lied, knowing full well it would never get through her bullshit meter undetected.

No, hmm?” she hummed. “Tell me, which part are you confused about? The one where you’ve had a massive crush on Eddie since high school, or, the part where Eddie also has a huge crush on you that he hides by pretending he hates you?”

“Neither of those things is true. And I'm not mopey!” He said, pointing his trowel at her threateningly.

Robin gave him a sarcastic, yet sympathetic smile before patting him on the head like a dog. “Steve, sweetie, platonic love of my life, you are so full of shit. I’ve watched for months, years even, as you hung on every word Chrissy said about Eddie. Did you really think I wouldn't notice?”

“Fine. If I admit that I like him will you please drop this?” He begged.

“No.”

Steve raked a hand over his face, smearing dirt along his nose and forehead in the process.

“Tell me more about this dude he brought home.” Robin said.

Steve threw his hands up in the air. “I don’t know… it was 3AM! I was still half asleep when I walked past the guy.”

Robin’s eyes went wide. “Wait, wait, wait, 3AM?!” Did Eddie wake you up in the middle of the night and make you leave your room so he could get it on with some other guy?”

He groaned. “Please don’t ever say ‘get it on’ to me again.”

She stood, wiping her hands off on her pants as she rose. “I’m gonna kill him.” She said, and started to march off in the direction of his and Eddie’s room.

Steve panicked, knowing she would only make things worse and they were tense enough as it was.

He jumped to his feet and grabbed her wrist, holding her back. “Stop! It’s fine. We sort of talked about it ahead of time. I knew this was a possibility.”

“Why on earth would you agree to that?!”

“What was I supposed to say, Robs?!” Steve shouted back. “Oh, sorry Eddie. I know you hate me and everything because I was such a dick back in school, but I've sort of been pining over you from afar for the better part of a decade, and it’s gonna kill me to see you hook up with other people!!”

Steve sucked in a breath, suddenly remembering that they were out in public where anyone could overhear. He looked frantically around the courtyard but luckily the coast seemed to be clear.

“I’m sorry.” Robin said, voice gone soft. She threw her arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly.

He sagged against her, taking the comfort she offered for a minute before pulling away. “It’s okay. I knew what I was putting myself through when I agreed to share the room.”

“Can’t you at least tell him he had to take his hook-ups somewhere else? It’s not an unreasonable request for a roommate. You should talk to him the next time you guys hang out.”

“What part of, he hates me, do you not understand? We don’t hang out.” Steve said.

Robin shook her head. “He doesn’t hate you, trust me.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’ll believe that, when you believe that you have a shot with Chrissy “

“That is completely different, dingus!”

“How?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well for one thing, we’re actually friends,” she fired back. “And I don't want to mess that up.”

“Ouch.”

“Sorry.” Robin winced. “I don’t know, Steve. Maybe I could have told her before we bought this place, but now we’re in business together. If I told her how I felt and she didn’t feel the same way it could ruin everything!.”

Steve didn’t think there was a chance in hell that Chrissy wasn’t just as crazy about Robin as Robin was about her, but he understood the hesitation. She did have a good point. Besides, who was he to judge?

“I guess we’ll both just have to keep suffering in silence then.” He said.

She clinked her small shovel against his as if they were toasting with wine glasses. “At least we’ll be in our misery together.”

Eventually they were done with the flowers and Steve had no more excuse to put off going back to his room. He badly needed to do some laundry, he was completely out of clean swim trunks, and Robin needed to get back behind the front desk. He hoped that Eddie was awake now at least.

Steve paused to admire their handiwork before walking away.

“Hey, I just noticed something.” He said, waving Robin over to his side. “Why isn’t the ‘no’ on your ‘no vacancy’ sign lit? I thought you were booked up?”

“Oh, I, uh, yea.” Robin sputtered. “I have a call into our maintenance guy about it. He just hasn’t had the chance to get out here yet. I think there’s a bulb out or a loose wire or something. It’s no big deal.”

Steve frowned. “Do you want me to have a look at it for you? I’m pretty handy these days.”

“NO! I mean, thank you, but it’s under control. Andreas said he was coming tomorrow. I don't want him to think we’re cheating on him with another maintenance man.” She laughed awkwardly. “You won’t always be around, and this place would fall apart without him, so I wouldn't want to jeopardize that.”

Steve eyed her curiously. Something definitely felt…off, but he couldn’t put his finger on what. He was probably just being paranoid. Maybe she was worried he would break something.

He gave a half-shrug. “Whatever you say.”

Steve took several deep breaths as he climbed the stairs up to the second floor, trying to calm his nerves before facing Eddie. He unlocked the door and sighed in relief, realizing that the room was empty. It was a little early for Eddie to be at the bar, but maybe they’d needed him to come in ahead of his shift for some reason. Either way, he was grateful for the moment alone with his thoughts, even if he was a little disappointed.

Steve sat on the end of his bed and rested his head in his hands. He knew he shouldn’t be this hung up on a guy he barely knew, let alone one that couldn’t stand to be around him. It was silly, honestly, considering they hadn’t actually spent that much time together, or any time really. He had precious few memories of watching Eddie from the shadows of his own popularity. Most of what he knew about the guy had come third party through Chrissy and Robin. Maybe he just needed to get out more.

He’d been something of a serial dater in his teens, but by his senior year of high school he thought he’d found ‘the one’, in a girl named Nancy wheeler. After a soul-crushing breakup in the bathroom of a Halloween party that neither of them had even wanted to go to, Steve had sworn off the whole institution, at least for a while.

He found Robin soon after, his actual one true love, when they both worked the same after school job at an ice cream shop, and she became the best friend he’d always wanted.

Their friendship had been enough for him for a while. He went to the community college so he could stay close by while she finished her own senior year and they spent just about every waking moment together. Then Robin graduated and went off to her fancy school a whole state away, and his grades hadn’t been good enough to follow her.

They still saw each other as often as they could. He would drive up on Friday nights and sleep over in her dorm room for the whole weekend, but then she met Chrissy. Two hometown acquaintances who just happened to go to the same school. Suddenly the former band geek and the former cheerleading captain became the best of friends, with the potential to be more to anyone with eyes, and Steve worried that he would soon become a perpetual third wheel.

So, he started to put himself out there again. He went on a fair few dates with women, and even more with men, once he’d finally accepted his bisexuality and discovered he had a heavy preference for them. In the back of his mind, Steve had always known he was attracted to boys, but made the choice to ignore that part of himself because it was easier and safer to just be straight. In the end, all it took was one drunken weekend hook up at a frat party on Robin and Chrissy’s campus to open his eyes to everything he’d been denying himself.

It made him look back and remember things he'd tried hard to forget about. Like his crush on an old classmate that he’d thought was long over, but came rushing back with a vengeance when he realized that the Eddie from all of Chrissy’s stories about her own male best friend, was the same long-haired metalhead that Steve used to daydream about in English class. Suddenly he was listening with rapt attention to each detail she shared, and was more than happy to see every picture and post card the man sent her, even if his handwriting was illegible. He found himself much less interested in dating after that.

When Robin had first asked him to bunk with Eddie, after realizing her mistake, he’d been so excited thinking that maybe he’d finally have a chance with the guy. Those hopes were quickly shattered when he saw the panicked look on Eddie’s face as he’d walked into the motel lobby.

There was no use moping about it now. Steve stood and blew out a long breath. He just had to make it through the summer. 12 weeks, 11 now actually. He could do this.

He washed his hands and wiped a wet washcloth over his face to get the worst of the dirt off in an effort to be more presentable, but only a shower would do the job properly. That would have to wait until after he got his laundry done. He picked up his pajama pants from where he’d left them on the floor that morning and added them to the heavy mesh bag of dirty clothes before hoisting it over his shoulder and setting out for the laundromat.

The place Robin had told him to go was less than a mile from the motel, so he decided to make his way there on foot. He took his time, admiring the old Victorian houses with their lavish gardens as he passed by. He hadn’t really understood why Robin and Chrissy wanted to move here after college until he’d seen the place for himself. It was beautiful, and it felt like life moved slower here, or maybe it just seemed that way because almost everyone you met was on vacation.

Steve finally reached his destination, and felt his heart sink into his shoes as he spotted a familiar head of dark curls sitting by the big front windows. He froze with his hand on the door, seriously considering running away and finding another place to do his wash. There had to be other laundromats in town. He would travel if he had to, anything to not be stuck in there waiting for his clothes to finish all while Eddie either ignored him or glared at him. The decision was taken out of his hands entirely when he realized the other man had turned and was now staring directly at him through the glass. He probably looked like an idiot standing out there like a deer in headlights, not moving, so he of course overcompensated, quickly swinging the door open and throwing himself through it.

Eddie, for his part, looked a little stunned at Steve’s sudden appearance as well, which made him feel the tiniest bit better about it. Steve tried to save some face by smiling and giving the other man a little nod in greeting as he moved past on his way to the machines, but judging by the way Eddie continued to stare, he must have missed the mark of coming off cool and casual by a mile.

He busied himself with separating his laundry into two of the washers, one for lights, one for darks, and tried to ignore the way he could still feel Eddie’s heavy gaze on him. He felt his whole body flush under the attention, and his heart was pounding so loud he thought anyone standing nearby would be able to hear it.

When all of that was done he had no other choice but to make his way to the only seating in the establishment, the small grouping of chairs where Eddie currently sat. He willed himself to calm down and was pleased to find that by the time he turned around Eddie was no longer looking his way, and was instead seemingly engrossed in this month’s edition of Rolling Stone.

Steve took a seat, skipping a chair to keep a polite distance between the two of them, and wishing he’d had the foresight to bring along a book or his walkman. He settled for a two year old Life magazine that someone had left on a side table in the waiting area. He wasn’t reading it so much as he was staring at it to avoid looking anywhere else. The two men sat in a tense silence for about five full minutes before Steve felt eyes on him again.

“I thought you were working today.” Eddie blurted out.

Steve flinched a little at the sound of his voice, but managed to play it off like he was flicking the hair out of his face. “No, I..um. Uh, finally got a day off.” Steve stuttered through his response, wondering how he’d ever been considered a smooth talker or a ladies man. Couldn’t prove it by him now.

“Right. Yeah, same here.” Eddie said.

There was another long beat of quiet and Steve thought maybe he should say something else, try and strike up a conversation or something. He could do that, that was a normal thing for two guys who were essentially roommates, right? He was trying out a few different lines in his head when Eddie spoke again.

“It's just that you were gone when I woke up, so I thought…” He trailed off.

“I was helping Robin with some planting in the courtyard, flowers and stuff.” Steve offered, thrilled at getting out something resembling a complete human sentence this time.

“Oh. That was…nice of you.” Eddie said with a furrowed brow.

Steve shrugged and tried hard to think of something to say next. Eddie had asked him a question, sort of. Well, he’d given him an opening to talk about his day at least. He should do something similar, he figured, but it was like his mind went blank every time he looked into Eddie's eyes.

“How are things with your, um, friend, from the other night?” Steve asked, and immediately wanted to throw himself through the window.

Oh God. Why!

Why had he picked that to say? What possessed him to bring up something so unbelievably awkward when this whole exchange had been, thus far, borderline unbearable.

Eddie blinked a few times in surprise, cheeks flushing pink as he answered. “Oh, that was just a one time thing, y’know? I don’t even remember the guy’s name.”

“Oh. That’s…cool.”

“Is it?” Eddie’s expression hardened. “Or is King Steve of all people about to slut shame me for a one night stand?”

“I didn’t mean…”

“Sure you didn’t. You were single-handedly responsible for taking the virginity of who knows how many of the girls back in Hawkins, and you’re gonna sit here and judge me for sleeping with one guy?”

“No!” Steve insisted. “I’m sorry, I swear I wasn’t trying to judge you, and I certainly wasn’t shaming you. You just…”

“I. Just. What?” Eddie asked through a clenched jaw.

Steve sank down in his seat and sighed. “You just make me really nervous, Eddie.”

Of all the things Steve had said, this seemed to be the one that most threw the other man for a loop. He sat there staring at Steve in stunned silence for several seconds and then started cackling loudly.

Steve was almost offended. He’d told the truth, been vulnerable even. What was so fucking funny about the idea of him being nervous?

“I make you nervous?” Eddie managed to say between laughing fits. “That’s a good one, big boy.”

Big boy.

Steve crossed his arms over his chest, pretending like that nickname hadn’t short-circuited his brain for a second. He tried to frown but it was hard to do when Eddie’s eyes sparkled like that and his dimples were on full display.

Eddie took pity on him and eventually got himself under control. “Okay Steve, I believe that you didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Thanks.”

“How long have you got on your washers?” Eddie asked abruptly, glancing up at a big clock that hung above the door.

“About 30 minutes or so. Why?”

Eddie rose from his seat and inclined his head towards the door. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“There's a little cafe on the corner, unless you’re not hungry?”

“No, I mean yes, I could eat.” Steve said.

“Good. Let’s go then, my treat.”

Steve hesitated, feeling a bit like he was suffering from whiplash. “Why?”

Eddie smirked. “Because I’m starting to think maybe I've been a little too hard on you, but I can't be sure. I figure, before I continue to be an asshole I should probably try and get to know you to make sure you deserve it first.”

Lunch with Eddie was great. Not the food, although that was good too, it was nothing compared to the company. Steve found that Eddie was surprisingly easy to talk to once he got started. He felt like he was finally given the chance to explain that in reality, he was nothing like his former high school persona. That it had been a combination of the fear of disappointing his parents, and good old peer pressure that had led him to accept his role as king of hawkins high. He told Eddie that going along with the popular crowd and being friends with Tommy and Carol were among his biggest regrets in life, and there was a lot he’d change if he could go back.

“Unfortunately I didn’t have my big epiphany until halfway through senior year, right around the time Nancy dumped me and I met Robin. At that point it didn’t seem worth it to try and fix my reputation, so I just let people keep thinking I was the same asshole I always had been, and tried to keep my head down until graduation.”

“And yet you wound up right back where you started.” Eddie said.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked with narrowed eyes.

“Well, you’re a gym teacher back in Hawkins now, aren’t you?”

Steve couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face. “How did you know?”

Eddie laughed. “Robin talks about you a lot, sometimes I even listen.”

“Yea, yea. I know, laugh it up. Failed former jock becomes a middle school gym teacher. I’m a walking cliché.”

“Not all cliché’s are bad.” Eddie shrugged. “Do you like it?”

“Yes, and no. The kids are great, but I never meant to stay in Hawkins.”

“Now that, Harrington, I understand completely.”

“I bet. How many different cities have you lived in now?”

Eddie raised an eyebrow.

“Chrissy.” Steve answered simply. “I listen too, and I’ve seen all the photos and postcards.” He admitted.

Eddie gasped. “Even the art prints from San Francisco?” He covered his face like he was embarrassed but Steve could see him peeking through his fingers. It was adorable.

Steve nodded, fighting to keep his expression serious. “I found them very tasteful.”

Eddie laughed again, and it was quickly becoming Steve's favorite sound in the world.

“Alright, Stevie, even I can admit when I'm wrong. Maybe you’re not such a bad guy after all.”

They sat in the cafe talking until long after their food was gone, and the plates had been cleared, eventually moving their conversation back to the laundromat when Steve remembered he still had to put his things in the dryer. Eddie shared a little of his own background, how he’d come to live with his uncle at the beginning of 5th grade. That Wayne had been a better parent to him than either of his actual parents ever had been.

He told Steve that he’d left Hawkins because the people there didn’t understand him. They looked down on him. Thought he was a freak, trailer trash, and would amount to nothing more than a drug dealer. He said he could never see himself moving back there but that he wished he could visit his uncle more.

Something shifted between the two of them that afternoon. The animosity Eddie had been projecting at him was gone like it never existed. He was friendly, flirty even at times, and Steve was on cloud nine, even if he did feel like he was going to pass out every time Eddie smiled at him or casually bumped his shoulder. He wasn’t naive enough to think that Eddie meant anything by it, he knew his crush was one-sided no matter what Robin said, but at least now he felt like there was a real chance that they could actually be friends.

Chapter 3

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livannasalinger · 1 year

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DP AU Prompt

Just putting together some of my favorite ideas that I've seen around here on tumblr, but I've never seen them together so... it's kind of big, but since I'm sure I'm not going to write I'd like to share it at least. So it starts like this:

Danny dies at age 14 and comes back different, but that would start as a nobody knows AU, not even Danny, because he doesn't come back transformed, Sam and Tucker are confused but happy that Danny survived. Danny starts to notice some changes (physical, sixth sense, etc), and the presence of ghosts starts to be stronger in the city in different ways. The powers that begin to manifest themselves first in Danny are those that allow him to see and communicate with spirits, he begins to perceive the presence of people that no one sees, and to feel things that he cannot describe, a presence, an instinct, an emotion that is not his. (more obvious powers later, perhaps only when he is in the Zone initially.)

Lunch Lady appears but the battle plays out differently. She lashes out because she's confused and disoriented and someone has changed the recipe she's spent years perfecting when she senses the presence of something dangerous, something powerful. A child that looks human but fells like a ghost child. The attack stops abruptly when she realizes that she is in the territory of a child who has recently died. I want signs that a ghost child is somewhat important even if not sacred to ghost culture.

Danny manages to talk her out of it (and maybe even fight her) and takes her back to the Zone, but obviously she doesn't stay there, she goes back to feed the child because if not how is he going to get the proper food a Ghost child needs?

Danny and his friends continue to explore the supernatural, other attacks happen, each adding to the experience and showing that after all ghosts are more than what their parents refuse to see. Ghost are good, bad, both, neither. Danny begins to gain respect from the ghosts he helps despite the havoc they wreak in his Haunt. News of the ghost child reaches the government and higher entities of the infinite realms, attracting those who are good, bad and chaotic neutral... Danny increasingly embraces the characteristics of his new culture, and his physical appearance begins to take on ghostly features.

Let's put the first contact with Clockwork differently. I think CW could have disguised himself as an old grandpa who owns an antique shop (with lots of clocks) from a slightly dodgy road that not everyone can find (danny can always find it and clockwork is very proud of it). Danny starts working part time in this shop and feels that clockwork is something else but doesn't say anything because he likes the place, the protection it offers from his boss / adoptive grandfather.

Pariah dark happens and Danny finally appears as Phantom (Phantom may have appeared before perhaps, but more as a rumor or new urban legend). This has consequences because the town now has definitive proof that the Fentons were right, but at the same time everyone knows they were saved by a ghost.

Things get complicated, GIW starts to get involved, Danny starts to see that he will have to make a choice (still unaware that he is the new king).

He has friends and enemies in both worlds, he is starting to understand his obsession and accept his own death, Danny, his sister and his friends know they need to prepare for the worst.

Dan happens, but with some variations. In the end Danny goes back to the CW shop to talk to Clockwork about his true intentions. Clockwork explains that the hoax was meant to save him from the Observants, even if it had benefits (not becoming Dan). CW secretly adopts Danny as his grandson officially and explains the true nature of being chosen as Ghost King.

I like the idea that the definition of Ghost king does not refer to what humans understand a king to be, unlike Pariah Dark (who was not a king but a tyrant) the true King being chosen by the Infinit Realms itself to be the one who you'll be a part of it (the idea that the realms is actually a semi-sentient eldrich God is always cool).

Last idea I would put together would be the DPX DC cossovers, with Danny moving to Gotham to get away from the Fentons, and also to train. He (plus Jazz maybe) try to remain in Gotham unnoticed under the protection of the spirit of the city, while Danny finishes high school, spies on the GIW's movements, and is trained by his grandfather and allies (pandora, frostbite, Dora, nocturne, etc). Of course, somehow he ends up involved with the batfam, I particularly like the stories of Damian paying attention to Danny because Danny lives so much with ghosts that he ended up forgetting a little bit of the common sense of the living over the years, but it could be anything , serious.

#dp x dc #dc x dp prompt #dp au #ghost king au #batfam #eldritch danny #eldrichcore #infinite realms #jazz is a good sister #Jazz is Bamf too #I don't know what tag to put anymore #sorry not sorry for the length of this prompt

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rollingtovictory · 2 years

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Deathworlders

It has become a major topic of late that humans could be perceived as an absolutely insane race to the galactic community, assuming that most sapient species evolved on more ‘Paradise Planets’. For instance, humans are insanely good at adapting to different environments and can consume a huge number of things that are poisonous to other species. One of my favorite ideas that I came across recently is that perhaps humans make the ideal search and rescue species due to our ability to track, even untrained humans can often come up with the right ideas when tracking even if we don’t fully understand why.

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Xelaqua was completely and totally lost, had been for three local days. Xe’d been playing with the other Klitori children around the edge of the forest here on M’Jang, a relatively new colony of the Klitori Union on D’Nik. The moon was a beautiful world, but a dangerous one. Klitori scales could keep most of the radiation from the gas giant they orbit at bay, but they still were advised not to go out after planetrise.

Xelaqua had been chasing a Zo, a small, brightly colored, winged insectoid being. Being an adolecent, xe could move fairly quickly, but his arms were still short and pudgy, meaning catching the little zo had taken some time and the climbing of a very old tree of some kind. That was when xe’d realized xe was in fact very lost. Xelaqua had roamed for three days now, hiding in the roots of old trees by the river bank or in small caves during the planet day, and trying to find the colony elsewhen. The problem came when a magora, a large predator, had attacked xim. The six eyes and sharp fangs had been all Xelaqua had really seen, as it bit his tail and thrashed him into a tree.

Xelaqua woke up some hours later, confused and frightend as the planet was overhead. The pain took a moment to set in, but come it did. A broken arm was painful but not too bad, xe had three others after all, but the missing tail was a major issue. Klitori slither along the ground, lacking legs, but with four arms. A Klitor without a tail can’t move very well, as their arms are somewhat weak due to their homeworld’s low gravity. Xelaqua was going to die out here, alone in the forest. It was odd that the magora had decided to only eat xis tail, but that was a mystery for another time. Xelaqua slowly crawled under the roots of the tree, cradling xis broken arm and doing xis best not to look at the stump where xis tail had been. Klitori don’t have the same kind of vascular system we’re used to, so bleeding out isn’t actually an issue. Which is almost unfortunate for the young Xelaqua, as starvation will set in soon.

Another day passes, Xelaqua only venturing far enough to drink from the small steam. Nothing nearby looks edible, but xe moves so slow that xe can’t go far. Hours later, as Xelaqua sings quietly to ximself in his little hiding hole, xe hears a stange sound. Something almost like someone calling for xim, but the pronunciation was dreadful, something not Klitori at all. While Xelaqua knew not to talk to strangers, this might be xis only hope of survival. Calling out was hard, exhaustion was a major issue, but the sounds drew closer.

Human. Xelaqua had heard of them. Insane predators, violent, brilliant, and hardy. It was hard to imagine a sapient mammal, but here it was, calling out to others to come.

“Help need you. Xelaqua you?” Xelaqua almost giggled at the strange way it talked, obviously knowing some words in Klitori Majoris, but not much. Regardless he answered yes as they were lifting him up.

Xelaqua was amazed at the speed at which humans could move. They had set his arm (ouch!), sanitized and wrapped his tail, and given him some food and water from the colony all in less that ten minutes. They moved through the forest in a way Xelaqua had only ever seen on TV shows about predators on death worlds, where the prey might kill you as likely as other predators. Quick, silent, and most frighteningly, hard to see. Xe’d watched the other humans move about around the one carrying xim, a human named Cuthbert, but they seemed to vanish and reappear later.

Being saved was amazing, getting saved by the galaxies greatest trackers was something else entirely. And they suggested that they might be able to regrow his tale, as reptiles on their world often had the ability. They’d have someone look into it. What an insane world they must live on if regrowing limbs is something that animals can just do.

#earth is a deathworld #humans are deathworlders #space australians #deathworld

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blueberrypancakesworld · 4 months

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Quentin Smith - In a relationship Sfw

warning : fluff, comfort, trauma, sleeping pill abuse,

Info : So the second piece for a Kyle Gallner character here (I really need to write more for his charcters) as always have fun reading ;)

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°Caring, anxious and loving

°Quentin and his girlfriend went to the same class, in fact they were in the same music class and started talking about The Cure together after she saw his t-shirt. ,,Cool cd...I'm Quentin Smith" he had introduced himself to her when he saw the cd in her hands, the latest album and still sealed. He knew she'd probably skipped school for it to queue it up at the store.

°But it was this encounter over a cd that led to a conversation after class and the conversation went so well that they decided to meet. It was a meeting in one of the city's cafes where they both sat eating pancakes, knowing they both had hearts beating too fast to eat. ,,Good food don't you think?," Quentin began, and his counterpart nodded in agreement, catching them both staring at each other, too focused on the other and completely uninterested in the pancake.

°Her smile, the friendly look in her eyes, the warm hands that touched him every now and then as they walked side by side only to look away awkwardly. They were both in love and it was only a few times after that that Quentin confessed his love to her with rosy cheeks and his fingers tucked into his cap.

°She had never seen him so nervous but her own heart was beating just as fast before she fell into his arms and was simply overjoyed. The two of them had become a couple and even though the school didn't pay any attention to it (they were both just two weird music teens to the other students), Nancy was all the happier for her friends and it had to be celebrated with pancakes at dinner.

°But even after that, their love didn't fade because she quickly realized how caring Quentin was, always holding her hand, usually only giving her kisses with permission until she assured him a thousand times that it was okay. He loved to cuddle when they both lay on his bed with their heads snuggled together on his chest.

°They both watched horror movies, old black and white movies, talked about the camera work, the music and the actors. He even started to play a guitar and tried to learn some of her favorite songs for her, she in return would always give him a cap and as a small reward after school they would buy new cds and new music together and go out to dinner every now and then where somehow it all started.

°It was a quiet and sweet but above all peaceful time, but only up to the point when it came to hitting. What was initially just mumbling and she ignored through the mumbling and tossing and turning sleep became a worry as he seemed to really suffer.

°He had tried to sugarcoat it for her, but she could see his eye rings getting worse, he was getting more and more tired and even during music class he would fall asleep and lean on her, only to almost cry out at the end of the lesson. He gave her a tired smile and she had to keep propping him up so that he threatened to fall asleep. And only slept when she promised to stay with him, which of course she did. Just as he did everything he could to help her when she had her days, for example. He was just too overprotective and yet cute at the same time.

°,,Quentin, how can I help you?" she had tried to find out what was happening and why he was suffering so much in his dreams, but she hadn't learned the history of the town, she was from out of town, she didn't know the nightmare demon. She didn't know the dangers that came with knowing and didn't know why Quentin always looked at her so apologetically.

°She noticed how his touch seemed to become more and more desperate as he held on to her longer and stronger. That he was consuming more and more coffee and Redbull almost startled her so much that she had tears in her eyes when she saw the sheer number of pills he was carrying.

°Until the incident when he was bleeding, when she saw the cut on his arm, she ran out of the bathroom and saw him cowering in the corner. ,,Quentin!" she had shouted his name, trying to hold him before shaking him so hard that he seemed to wake up. His fear and confusion hurt her as much as his injury.

°,,My-my star, you're safe," he stated brittlely, still calling her by her nickname despite everything before falling into her arms and embracing her as if he could have lost her at any moment. ,,Everything will be fine...we'll get through this" she replied not knowing what to say and just held him there for him until he too realized that there was no point in explaining to her what haunted this town, haunted him and why sleep meant death.

°It was a realization that also frightened her, that she knew he might haunt her too. But whenever they were together, cuddled up next to each other, it seemed that the demon had no chance. The kiss their shared was like a shield for the fear. That their love kept him from invading her dreams and for the first time Quentin seemed to be able to sleep peacefully with his love by his side.

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@angelsanarchy

#a nightmare on elm street #a nightmare on elm street 2010 #nightmare on elm street #kyle gallner #quentin smith #quentin smith x reader

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eflen-n-reegee · 6 months

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Regressors Riley Anderson and Emotions Headcanons (Inside Out)

Suggested by anon; they didn’t specify a character, and I had ideas for both Riley and the emotions, so… Ya get both! 😁

Riley

Riley learns to love San Francisco, but she still misses her life in Minnesota. She finds that when she’s especially missing her old life, she starts acting like a much younger kid. At first she’s confused and a bit embarrassed, but when she tells her parents, they reassure her that if it helps her to feel better, it’s okay. After that she feels more comfortable about her regression and starts to truly enjoy it.

At first, before she knows about what regression is, she calls it “San Francisco preschool”; she loved her preschool in Minnesota, and she’s re-exploring some of that joy and security in her new town.

She’s rather clumsy when she’s regressed, often ending up with scratches and covered in rainbow bandaids.

She loves skating and hitting the puck around, but she doesn’t have the attention span to actually play hockey.

She’s extra silly, making ridiculous jokes and acting completely goofy.

She LOVES drawing, and the fridge is completely covered in pictures.

Her absolute favorite regression foods are dino nuggets and ice cream.

She is CONSTANTLY singing. Little Riley has a song for absolutely any situation.

She’s a pretty sensitive kiddo; it doesn’t take much to make her cry. Fortunately, it also doesn’t take much to cheer her up again.

She doesn’t like to tell people about her regression, but she does want a friend to play with. As it turns out, another girl on her hockey team also regresses and is very open about it, and she and Riley become regression buddies.

Riley’s mom and dad completely encourage play dates and nurture the heck out of both girls.

The Emotions regress in order to help Riley regress, and while they mostly embody different parts of her regression, they do have a few traits Riley doesn’t.

Joy

She is the hyperest kiddo that has ever lived, constantly bouncing and running and playing and laughing. Every once in a while she collapses in a nap, but then she’s right back to being a wild child.

She’s super excitable. Absolutely everything is amazing to her, everything is cool, everything is fascinating. She just loves the whole world!

She is VERY bossy of the other emotions, even more so than she usually is. She wants everything to be exactly “right” at all times, and only her definition of right will do.

She loves playing games. Any game at all is fun for her!

She frequently calls up specific memories and plays alongside the memory version of Riley.

Sadness

She is the “oldest” out of the emotions, and tends to look after the others to a certain extent.

She experiences verbal shutdown when she’s regressed.

She is the biggest napper out of everyone. She can doze off anywhere.

She’s very cuddly and loves to snuggle the others.

She really doesn’t care about playing, but she likes to line toys up and admire them.

Fear

For Fear, being regressed means seeing everything as an even greater threat. Being small and helpless means absolutely anything could be dangerous!

But, on the other hand, being regressed means he’s especially trusting and so can be calmed down much more easily. If the others tell him something is safe, he’ll believe them almost immediately.

He LOVES to be swaddled. Being wrapped up is one of the most calming experiences for him.

He also likes being talked to. The subject doesn’t matter, he just finds voices soothing.

He surrounds himself with familiar items and finds a lot of comfort in identifying them and exploring their textures.

Disgust

She is SUPER bratty, and very demanding. You never need to wonder whether she likes something because she’ll tell you if she doesn’t.

(On a related note, she’s the pickiest eater out of the group.)

Despite her brattiness, she actually needs a lot of reassurance. She feels really self-conscious about regressing and needs to be told frequently that it’s okay, she’s still the coolest, etc.

She is the most fixated on having regression gear. The others could take or leave pacifiers and bibs, but for Disgust, it’s VITAL she “looks the part”.

She loves to tease the others, especially Anger.

Anger

He’s the biggest mischief kiddo. He loves making messes and playing tricks.

His absolute favorite activity is building towers and knocking them down - but he gets enraged if they fall before he’s ready.

The biggest advocate for fairness - and by “biggest” I really mean “loudest”. Even if it’s a situation where he gets the better deal, he’ll yell “THAT’S NOT FAIR!” and correct it.

Out of the emotions, he’s the one who most enjoys playing by himself. He’s not interested in any group games.

It actually takes a lot to get him into full tantrum mode, but when he gets there, watch out. Endless screaming, throwing things, fire everywhere - it’s a lot.

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mystistyx · 2 years

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let’s talk about hawks

mini headcannons of the good, the bad and the sexy

special thanks to the biggest hawks simp i know for helping me out @gardenofdreams ❥

the good

❥ the best medicine: with hawks’ natural ability to be flirty, witty and charming, you often find yourself in laughter when being blessed by his presence. whether it be a borderline dad joke or a highly intellectual one, hawks’ never fails to place a smile on your face. it’s an added bonus for you, always catching his bright smile and cheery eyes. both of you aren’t strangers to literal laughing pains and the unfortunate second hand embarrassment of onlookers when they have no idea why both you manage to sound like dying hyenas in the middle of public. even on your worst of days, it’s extremely difficult to stay mad or in sorrow when your favorite bird brings you utter goofiness.

❥ by land, air or sea: the commission has hawks on a tight rope when it comes to work as being comfortable with traveling and sometimes covering at different agencies are mandatory. with that though, hawk’s has become accustomed (and frankly spoiled) when it comes to traveling. on both of your off days, he’s quick to snatch you up and take you somewhere new. could be a new restaurant, a new city, old park to pick up some nostalgia, or even a light walk around the block. he’s always in motion and if you can, he adores it when you’re able to experience it with him. while you won’t always be allowed to take a picture for memories, you and hawks both enjoy little keep sakes. while you mostly have the shrine of memories in your own home quarters, hawks likes to have his scattered around, always finding the perfect memory whenever he looks within his home.

❥ pathetic but cute romantic: as much as a smooth talker hawks is, he really doesn’t know how to make the lovey dovey moves. he just simply struggles on every aspect that isn’t clear and cut. but however, that does not stop his determination on the matter. occasionally, you’ll both have to air out the kitchen from him leaving the chicken in the oven for too long and deciding to stick with takeout. more frequently, you’ll have to remind him that while you appreciate the flowers, him adding too much flower food to the water actually kills the flowers faster rather than keeps them alive for longer. and unfortunately, to enjoy a bubble bath with candles and wine, floating wine glasses only works when he doesn’t flap his wings within the water, making the floor a slip and slide. as mentioned, pathetic.. but the effort on his part will never die just like his love for you.

the bad

❥ workaholic: a driven and hard working man is attractive and will never not be. but there comes a point to where it can be an obsession, unhealthy, and dangerously addicting. it stresses and scares you, let alone hawks himself. he knows he has an issue but with the commission ingraining the work load into every fiber of his being, no one, not even himself, can stop hawks. one of the worst days of both of your lives was you waiting up until 4am in your bed, terrified of the news. a massive bombing in the inner city, taking out multiple buildings and destroying countless streets. your heart exploded with every update the news and social media gave. it almost seemed hopeless. but with hawks finally walking through the door, covered in ashe, tattered clothes and that almost war zone look, and saying he just had to stay and help.. it made you question whether he even cared about his safety at all. hawks may be a hero, but unfortunately will never be able to save himself from disarray.

❥ self care: due to hawks’ workaholic ways, basic self care and hygiene can slip his mind easily. unlike him knowing he has a work problem, still to this imaginary day, knowing when his funk is lingering doesn’t process in his brain. you really try your best to tell him lightly. suggesting a shower together, offering some gum in the middle of the day, asking which fragrance of yours he enjoys the most by subtly spraying more than one. this issue really does hurt the both of you. you know deep down that everyone can struggle with this issue, and seeing your love go through it constantly can put a damper in your mood.

❥ family struggles: whether you want children or not, hawks mindset on the topic is troubling. for the readers that have a functional uterus, this might hurt you the most. if you ever find yourself pregnant, you know you have to let hawks know. he’s overall a reasonable man and having the knowledge would make him happy. it just becomes concerning to you that when you do tell him, he simply has no words. he’s stuck on what to say and how to act. but eventually he does something. and what is that exact thing? he takes time to himself and flies into the city to clear his head. that absolutely breaks your heart into a plethora of pieces knowing that could have ended your relationship. hawks does come back to his senses and returns to you to talk it out, but would you still be in love with him when his first instinct is to run?

the sexy

❥ foreplay: foreplay is a majorly overlooked thing in the realm of sex. but honestly? it can be just as good as an orgasm and when it’s good, you may even have an orgasm before the real fun begins. hawks’ favorite type of foreplay is long makeout sessions and mutual masturbation. both of you on your knees on the bed, lightly fighting to stay risen up while attacking each others lips with your hands edging and toying with each other’s sex? it’s truly an ode to the younger teenage years, just desperate for feeling each other in the closest way without going all the way.

❥ sensory play: feathers are everyone’s first idea when it comes to hawks, it’s only natural when he holds hundreds of them on his luscious body. but other options are more favorites of his, especially blindfolds. if the blindfold is on you, he gets thrilled over huffing hot air around your limbs and neck. seeing your squirm and not know where it’s coming from next. if hawks has the blindfold on, he loves the feeling of hot wax. hawks has always had the idea of temperature play, but anything too hot or cold would ruffle his feathers in the worst way. wax gives him a good middle ground to explore and be free.

❥ the spring rut: in fanon lore, ‘spring hawks’ or ‘rutting season hawks’ is when hawks has the unnerving urge to heavily breed once spring begins, since he is part bird. if you don’t think about the actual science of birds and how off putting it can be, there is a some truth to how accurate it could be. being in a full rut would disturb his work flow entirely but the idea of him being more sensual during the season changes would be apparent. you would get all the blush worthy texts during work, never a moment alone with your home, and evenings out to dinner would have to take place more in the bathroom or car.

❥ begging: one of hawks’ guilty pleasures is hearing you beg. he won’t admit it but it fuels his hero hunger ego. knowing that you need him desperately in anyway possible? the man could cum alone just hearing your whimpers for him to touch you, your pleads for him to make love or fuck, any words really. hawks will never not love whatever you have to say… or moan senselessly.

masterlist // hawks’ feather pile

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vodkassassin · 10 months

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I love ur AUs and writing style. pls dump some more wing AU hcs on me please if you have any, it is not a curse but a blessing. how does sqh’s shizun react?

I should go through and collect all these snippets and actually put it on Ao3 as a story by this point lol…

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Mo Yaomei found Shang Lei when he was only six years old, battered and bruised from a life on the streets and chasing dogs for food. He took the skeleton of a child back to An Ding with him, and in the decades that followed he has become the leading cause of Mo Yaomei’s collection of gray hairs.

If nothing else told him that it was time to retire, it was this obvious sign of aging.

Shang Lei’s habit of disappearing has always caused him grief and worry, despite the fact that the boy always returns in the end. If not for the fact that any punishment slides off him like water, ignored, then Mo Yaomei would lock his errant favorite disciple in his office on the mountain. But just as he likes to disappear, Shang Lei can find his way in or out of anywhere no matter the circumstances.

It’s this alone that soothes Mo Yaomei’s worry during his various absences. That, whatever sort of events his disciple may be caught up in, Shang Lei can and will find a way out of it without any help.

That doesn’t mean he no longer tries. The thought of his disciple son out there alone, facing the unknown without any aid pulls at Mo Yaomei’s heart like nothing else. In this teacher’s mind, Shang Lei — Qinghua— will always be that tiny, dirt-scuffed little boy staring up at him with honey eyes that knew too much.

When Shang Qinghua goes missing, there’s a protocol on An Ding. A disciple comes to notify Mo Yaomei that his now head disciple has not been seen in too long, and Mo Yaomei sends off a missive to the other peaks to keep their eyes open for any sign of the boy’s eventual return. He continues his work, this time slightly more exasperated.

A week passed and An Ding prepares for Shang Qinghua’s return. Stacks of documents are set aside for him to make up for what he’d missed in his absence, and the emergency medical kit on both the main offices and Shang Qinghua’s private rooms are restocked.

Another week passes. Mo Yaomei is informed by a slightly concerned martial nephew from Qian Cao that his head disciple has missed the second head disciple meeting in a row. Mo Yaomei feels as if something is off. Shang Qinghua usually is never gone this long.

Half ways through the third week with absolutely no news and a growing disquiet amongst his disciples, the An Ding peak lord is besides himself with worry. No one has seen or heard nothing. None of their best tracking talisman’s from the research peak are working. His shidi even sat and did a homing ritual and it didn’t work. The only reason Mo Yaomei knows his head disciple is not dead is that his life crystal in the census room still glows bright blue.

There’s a misty purple climbing up from its base, but no orange or red. Shang Qinghua is not in danger, wherever he is. Just in pain.

It does little to settle Mo Yaomei’s worry.

Finally, the third week is almost finished and Mo Yaomei is about to step out of the sect himself to join the search party, when the same martial nephew from Qian Cao sends a lower disciple to summon him. Frantically. Mo Yaomei drops everything and rushes to follow.

While he is fretful and concerned and oh so worried, the news still settles that rapid beating of his heart that these weeks have cursed him with. The knowledge his son disciple is finally safe home is the answer to his most fervent hope and prayer.

The fact that Shang Qinghua now has some extra feathery appendages, well… They are beautiful wings, he can tell already even if they’re currently covered in blood.

And out of anyone that Mo Yaomei has known in his long life, Shang Qinghua would be the only one he could ever believe to be blessed by the heavens.

His disciple is home, safe. That’s all that matters. Everything else can come later.

#moshang wing! au #Shang Qinghua’s Shizun #svsss asks #vodkassassin fanfiction

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thesaturn1nez · 5 months

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GOᖇᗪOᑎ O’ᗷᖇIᗩᑎ ᕼEᗩᗪᑕᗩᑎOᑎᔕ 🧢

⚠️: death/trauma mention, alcoholism, brief mention of OFSED, unintentional s//h

last edited 4/15/24 ( hello to whoever’s seeing this, im currently editing some old hc posts to add new stuff + fixing some of the weird writing choices)

• for the first week of working at the studio, the puppets would cling onto him begging him to not leave every time he started to head home. Norman was the one who lasted the longest, letting his body get dragged along the bumpy surface of the ground all the way to Gordon’s truck.

• doesn’t actually die when he gets a ‘game over,’ just a 19 hour nap and a bump on the back of his head that could compete with Norman’s nose. when he wakes up, a George is in the middle of testing out a sponge rat on him.

• had his fair share of biased treatment from others and would rather not focus on that.. apparently pretending to not notice doesn’t stop others from mistreating him. it has a bad influence on his mood afterwards and he can’t bring himself to hide it at work when he reaches his limit. look where that got him..

• is. very weird with food. it’s at a point where it’s an issue but it can’t really be labeled as something specific. he’ll go days without ingesting something other than alcohol (very bad) then suddenly get obsessive and hoards food like it’s the apocalypse. goes through an overwhelming amount of guilt every time he finds himself at the same drive-thru from last week. bad habit of getting takeout, suddenly losing appetite, letting it go stale and telling himself oh it’s been days now can’t eat it anymore.. then eating it.

• heavy sleeper. whether he drank too much or just finally gave in and collapsed (rare event), he’s not getting up. it quickly becomes an advantage when you’re surrounded by puppets who think ‘lets see who can twist themselves into a pretzel without screaming’ competitions are just much more fun at exactly 2AM. the disadvantage is sleeping right through any nightmare that decided he deserves to relive the past for another night. it’s only distressing in the moment. once it’s morning and he’s up, it just feels pointless dwelling on it. he’s gotta take care of the screaming pretzel on his bed before anything else.

• an asthmatic. he’s got an inhaler and that was the only thing keeping him going through the basement and offices.

• Ricky often gets on his shoulder without him knowing. first time the sock pulled that stunt he chucked him across stage 4 like he was a baseball. he turned around to see Ricky glaring at him, back on his shoulder.

• his body tends to store most gained weight around his abdomen opposed to anywhere else, which he only noticed once his body got older. it’s another insecurity, as if he didn’t have enough of those.

• Gobblette likes watching movies with him, as long as they aren’t any of the ones produced by MFN. she gets self conscious seeing herself on the screen. he doesn’t mind it at all and helps Gobblette get her mind off it by showing him his own favorite films.

• does not have a specific defense mechanism, oddly enough. he kind of experienced them all at this point of his life. it depends on whatever he’s trying to defend himself from, really. the most common one is repression, even if you don’t think you see it. rarest one he resorts to is trying to rationalize a situation unless it actually does seem like that’s the case.

• when he’s in danger or an unfamiliar situation, he’ll quickly start to defend himself and fight back if this calls for it. if that’s not an option he’ll hurry to get far away from whatever the issue is. if he can’t do that, then he’ll resort to trying to appease or fix the issue.

• the five main puppets found out how to open doors after he showed one Junebug she needed to pull, not push after watching her struggle for half an hour. life at the studio became an actual horror game for him after that.

• there’s multiple incidents where Pearl almost turned him into a pancake because she didn’t think to check her surroundings, one of the funnier examples being an incident where she was tired of walking around stage 4 and decided to lower her feathered behind on the stoop Gordon was already on ‘just resting his eyes’.

• doesn’t mean Pearl’s reckless, she can be gentle. her wings look tiny, but she’s capable of wrapping them around the man. tricks Gordon into coming closer under the guise that she needs help to adjust her glasses so she can nuzzle him, knowing he won’t pull away anyways.

• grew up in a nuclear family with a german shepherd his parents claimed saved him from being bitten by a backyard snake. he was pretty happy growing up, crime was rare in the area they lived and he was well behaved during a time where it was still legal for teachers to punish you physically. it was only when he got older that his relationship with his family got more strained.

• i said it before and i’ll say it again: biromantic asexual

• the period where he was adjusting back to ‘normal’ was probably the lowest part of his life, what’s worse is that he can’t even properly remember it. every walk felt like he was trying to make his way through a scathing, hissing crowd, humid days didn’t feel like they were really happening.. he couldn’t look at another individual without doubting himself or where he was. one day, he’s trying to make breakfast.. no, lunch.. suddenly his girlfriend (?) is screaming and he realizes he rested his hand not on the countertop but the bright red burner. that was the last straw for her, especially after he started rambling how it now smelled like he was back there during the drive to the hospital. she.. oh god, what was her name.. couldn’t take it anymore and left on a certain holiday, Gordon can’t remember is it was Christmas, or New Years Eve, but it was around the winter. panicked and got hypothermia trying to find her, believing she just got lost in the snow.

• among the few things he can recall from this period, there’s foggy memories of homelessness. he isn’t even sure if that really happened, his mind was all over the place here. yeah, he can’t exactly look back on a memory where he decided to move out of that side of town, but he’s not going to just accept he had no choice in the matter.. even if he does have a vivid memory of finding his furniture sprawled on the yard, his key not cooperating with the lock no matter which turn he made and a woman scaring the hell out of him repeating her question, “how much for the table?” then there’s that huge gap in his memory and all he can remember was the cold and how it burned, weirdly enough. way different from the stovetop, where he only registered he was in pain when there were screams and confusion. this cold was suffocating, unavoidable and honestly some days he’s convinced he made that all up. he really hopes he just made it all up.

• although he remembers the war, there’s certain significant things he can’t, he isn’t sure why. can’t remember specific names, what happened that one night they were sleeping in shifts and who exactly he was praying day and night would get shot in the head so he wouldn’t have to deal with them anymore. that last part especially, even though he feels like shit thinking about that one.

• started drinking excessively once he managed to get back on his feet. before it used to just be a one time thing where he went out with his buddies and had a mug or two, now it’s an addiction. it is not doing his memory problem any favors, which is why he continues. it’s a problem, yeah, but at least he hasn’t gone to work drunk, right? hung over, maybe, but never drunk.

• no relatives he’s close to or in touch with. they either died, don’t want anything to do with him or last saw him when he was three years old and toddling around the family reunion, telling everybody he’s going to be a pirate for halloween. he’s got an aunt who will call him every christmas, but it’s awkward because she’s from the third category. she insist he said he wanted to be an astronaut.

• didn’t recieve any kind of help or compensation after the war besides a dinky medal. has a lot to do with everyone collectively agreeing to push back anything that might serve as a reminder, even if it means some have to suffer in silence. it’s just.. rude to be loud about it, y’know? you understand. he himself is not against that idea, it just seems to be the one thing Gordon couldn’t get himself to forget for more than one night. any attempt to distance himself from those memories just seemed to worsen it. nowadays, he can bring it up without it hurting as much. even hung up that.. sorry excuse of an award on his the rear-view mirror of the truck. might as well.

• since puppets aren’t that much of a big deal in this universe, Gordon will bring one or two with him on errands in a situation where he has to keep an eye on them. after trial and error he now knows to keep Lilianna and George far apart at all times, never separate Norman from Lenard and to bring Junebug alone because if he even turns his attention away from her she’s dashing off.

• Ray helps him with fixing up the place, although most of it is spent in silence. Ray’s not too chatty and Gordon can respect that, but he’s always open to answering any questions the puppet might have.

• Scraps, Flooper and Mahoney have gotten into the habit of waiting for Gordon at the gate every weekday. they think he takes too long to get out of the truck and are always barking and pawing at the door. the second he sticks his leg out their enthusiasm peaks, now dashing around him in a circle, sometimes standing up on their hind legs for head scratches. Ricky says they used to do that with Al.

• the puppets haven’t seen what’s under his cap and he doesn’t plan on it, especially now that he’s got a lightning scar that gives him the creeps. doesn’t think he could handle what reactions they might have, which he can only imagine would be backhanded compliments or unintentionally insensitive remarks.

• Junebug terrorizes him over his hair, insisting he’s gotta do something fun with it if he’s gonna have so much all over him. after hiding every single pair of safety scissors in the area he gave up and let her do what she wanted. she managed to put his hair into these stupid little pigtails even with his refusal to take off the cap.

• Lilianna insists he’s her grandson now and is constantly bombarding him with grandma kisses. she won’t stop and it’s been the fifth time this month that he had to resort to pointed the stenographer in her direction.

• knows how to solve a rubik’s cube under two minutes. the puppets go nuts every time.

• still in contact with a handful of old friends. once every blue moon they get together for drinks and Gordon’s usually the no-show but Ricky started convincing him to go. because friendship and all that.

• ended up using Al’s old office as his own with the puppets permission. they made Gordon his own name plate with plastic eyes, glitter and paper hearts, saying Al wouldn’t mind because then they can just share when he comes back to the studio to help! [Gordon does some digging and finds out Al passed away three years ago]

• he’s gotta tell them soon, he know he does, but has no idea how they’ll react if they couldn’t even handle disturbing television. his plan is to tell Ricky first.. then see how they should go about telling the others.

• out of the main five, Lenard is the one he gets along with the most. he doesn’t want to think it’s because of the missing eye. The puppet tries to teach him how to dance to no avail. two left feet and unwilling to learn. Norman is the most attached however. the puppet has called him ‘Lenard’ one too many times.

• Arnold’s been much more social and is always trying to get Gordon to play piano with him when he’s clearly busy fixing up the place. it’s not like he doesn’t have time to spare but Arnold’s a bit.. much. he wonders why the puppet wouldn’t rather have one of the other puppets assist him but hasn’t thought of asking. not sure if he’ll get a coherent answer. doesn’t hurt humoring him for now.

• even if there wasn’t such a distrusting attitude towards vets and actual places he could get the assistance he needed, this man would probably not go through with it in the end. between the individualist beliefs, intrusive thoughts and that tiny sliver of dignity he’s holding onto so tightly it’s cutting off the circulation in his fingers.. yeah.

• in case you couldn’t tell by now *slaps roof of Gordon* this bad boy can fit so much fucking dissociative amnesia in it

• slowly getting back into old hobbies he previously lost interest in. some of them aren’t as captivating to him like when he was younger but he still likes a few. filmmaking was one he liked but never got to truly indulge in. at most he could just watch movies and appreciate the work that went into them. now he’s got a reason to actually get more knowledgeable in the subject. Ricky’s already getting fired up at the idea of possibly getting to make another movie despite Gordon’s warnings to not have high expectations. the sock is already suggesting ideas of a spinoff show.

• of course Gordon can’t run a whole thing on his own. while there’s people more than enough willing to help the show, he’s recently starting hiring other veterans who couldn’t find work and needed the pay.. and god was it hard at first, Ricky only caught on to his hesitation mid conversation. Gordon was only uneasy going through with the idea at the risk of somehow messing it all up. So the sock sat on his shoulder the entire time, emotional support parrot.

• Gordon’s still going to be struggling with that trauma crap, it’s not like this is going to fix him automatically and take all those wasted years away. he can’t fix himself the way he’s still going, it’s going to be a rough journey but it’s possible. Ricky’s suggested maybe the first step should be the show. ‘and how is that going to solve anything?’ while Ricky thinks positivity will teach the younger generation, Gordon feels like while they can keep the education and humorous parts of the show, they can focus on showing the importance of community and looking out for one another. it’s possible to find light just from the people around you, just from something simple as kindness. yeah.. he’ll admit it sounds silly, now that he says it out loud. that stupid sock is really rubbing off onto him.

#my friendly neighborhood #mfn gordon #mfn game #mfn #mfn headcanons #headcanons #we love gordon here greatest macot horror protag to exist imo #i hope these make up for the fact it took me four months to finally do them. this was anxiety inducing for some reason #this aint the end i still havent done any hcs for the bigger puppets other than ray #COLLAPSES INTO ARMCHAIR #lottie sucks at headcanons

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kaitoutrixie · 10 months

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Mysterious Joker Spidersona OC: Kaitou Rosetta Spider

This is a request drawing by @spyderschaos

I haven't watched Spider-Man Into The Spider Verse or Across The Spider Verse. But I've been seeing everyone's fun spidersonas, and I came up with this idea of a spidersona OC for my favorite anime series.

For those who don't know, Kaitou is the Japanese word that means "Phantom Thief"

Secret Identity; Emi Sasaki

Age; 19

Hair Color; golden bronze brown with dyed light pink on the right side of her head.

Eye Color; light blue

Full-body Picture; (made on the online dress-up game "Soft vs. E-Girl" on Doll Divine)

Home Universe; lives in the anime world of Mysterious Joker, a world full of different types of phantom thieves.

Rosetta Spider Character Info; Unlike other spiderman/woman, Rosetta Spider is a wanted phantom thief who uses her spider powers to steal treasures around the world. Emi dreamed of becoming a phantom thief after meeting one as a little girl. Emi debuted as Kaitou Rosetta Spider at the age of 18. Born in Japan, Tokyo. Emi lives on her own, which makes it easier for her to travel across the world. Rosetta Spider respects the phantom thief code of never killing anyone or causing unnecessary harm to others to steal treasures. Rosetta Spider would offend steal treasures that are spider themed.

Family Background; Both of Emi's parents worked as archeologists, and sometimes they would bring Emi along to their excavations. Her parents died in a plane crash when Emi was 11 years-old.

Spider Powers Origin; When Emi was 10 years-old, and her parents brought Emi to an excavation site. Emi had secretly stuck off on her own, which led her to find an ancient enchanted ring that gave Emi her powers after she accidentally cut her finger on it. Although Emi doesn't need to be wearing the ring to use her powers, the ring does transform her into her phantom thief attire. Emi never told her parents about the ring or her new powers. She wears the ring on her right hand ring finger. But the ring is hidden under her gloves while in her phantom thief attire.

Kaitou Rosetta Spider's advance notice card; Front Back

Rosetta's Powers;

Spider-sense (a precognitive ability that warns her of impending danger)

enhanced strength, stamina, and agility

cling to nearly any surface by her hands and feet.

Healing Factor (she can heal faster then an average person)

able to produce spiderwebs from her own wrists, by applying a small amount of pressure to the base of her palms. The webs are capable of supporting Rosetta’s weight as she swings from building to building. The web is super sticky, can tied people up like rope, and also hold heavy objects up to 178 kilograms.

She can project light pink transparent diamond-shaped shields (same as Rarity's powers from Equestria Girls), which can also project multiple diamond shields and form a dorm. They can even be stood on or used as a flotation device.

Other Skills;

Sleight of hand (a collection of dexterous hand movements designed to manipulate objects and deceive spectators)

Lock-picking

Master Of Disguise (able to disguise as anyone and even mimic other people's voices)

Stealth Mastery (sneaking around quietly and carefully that no one notices)

Cooking & Baking

Acrobatics

Singing

Likes;

Exploring new, abandoned, and ancient places

Meeting other phantom thieves (even if they end up becoming her rival/enemies afterwards)

Mysteries/Local Legends (she would sometimes investigate the local legends that catch her attention. Sometimes she would invite other phantom thieves that are her friends/rivals to investigate with her)

Fairy Tales (Her favorite one is Sleeping Beauty. And sometimes she would steal fairy tale related treasures for fun)

Stealing treasures that have a legend around them (She would sometimes investigate to see if the legend is true or not)

Mexican food (favorite being burritos and nachos)

Seafood (favorite being sushi)

Apple Desserts

Dislikes;

Bullies

People who would purposely hurt other people to get what they want.

Super Spicy Food

Bacon and BBQ

Tea and Coffee

People who don't take her seriously or ignore her challenges/advance notices.

Allies/Rivals; (some Mysterious Joker spoilers here! I won't be adding their pictures though)

Kaitou Joker - a phantom thief who's known as the "Miracle Maker". Rosetta met Joker when they were both trying to steal the same treasure. Joker is one of the few people who knows Rosetta's secret identity. He discovered Rosetta's identity on his own. Joker was very confused, shocked, and curious about Rosetta's spider powers when he first found out about them (especially her webbing ability).

Hachi - a ninja who works with Joker as his phantom thief apprentice. Hachi met Rosetta the sametime as Joker and also knows her secret identity. Hachi sees Rosetta more as a friend then Rival. And Rosetta would sometimes help Hachi in the kitchen when she visits Joker.

Kaitou Silver Heart - a world famous phantom thief that Rosetta looks up to. And is the person who taught Kaitou Joker, Kaitou Diamond Queen, and Kaitou Spade how to be phantom thieves. Emi met Silver Heart during her first year as a phantom thief. Silver Heart knows of Rosetta's secret identity and sees her as another one of his apprentice, teaching Rosetta some phantom thief skills and tricks from time to time. Rosetta would vist Silver Heart at his place to hear about his adventures.

Kaitou Diamond Queen - the granddaughter of Kaitou Silver Heart. Queen lives with Silver Heart and she met Rosetta when she came to visit Silver Heart one day. Rosetta and Queen get along like best friends. Queen is one of the very few people Rosetta told her secret identity to. Queen enjoys hanging out with Rosetta. Sometimes Queen and her phantom thief partner Roko (who is a talking dog) would join Rosetta in investigating legends involving treasures.

Kaitou Spade - a phantom thief Rosetta met through Kaitou Joker. He sees Rosetta as a worthy rival and gets along fine with her.

Rose - a witch who is the twin sister of Kaitou Shadow Joker (Kaitou Joker's rival). Rosetta met Rose after helping Shadow Joker save Rose from Professor Clover. Rose and Rosetta took interest in each other powers, and became friends right away.

Enemies; (also has spoilers here)

Professor Clover - a lunatic + psycho who wants to steal every treasure in the world, and will try to get it by any means necessary.

Devil Fang - an evil organization who put out a bounty on Kaitou Joker, Kaitou Diamond Queen, and Kaitou Spade.

Dr. Neo - a space researcher who is overly obsessed with aliens. Rosetta mainly finds him to be annoying.

The Anti-Phantom Theif Organization - an international police force created in Japan for the soul purpose of fighting and arresting phantom thieves around the world. The only known members so far are Police Inspector Dogusaburo Oniyama, who is the head of the organization, and police officers Ginko Kurosaki and Momo Shirai. Rosetta really doesn't see them as her enemies, she just sees them as Officers who are decided to their jobs.

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fizzybeakon · 3 months

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agent 3 agent 4 agent 8 new agent 3

a knife a spoon a fork a spork

Seafoam/agent 3

she's very not herself anymore, used to be plucky but now she doesn't even play turf wars anymore, she feels like her life has spiraled so far out of control and there isn't anything left yet she wakes up everyday she always wonders what's keeping her in this continuous line cycle of wake up - day to day life/things that need doing - go to sleep - repeat. she's not angry but has a bad temper usually because she wishes her life hadn't take the turns it did if she could go back in time and stop it she would like to just be the kid she was playing turf wars with her old teammates even if that meant giving up the people she knows today (she wouldn't say that to her friends especially 8 whom she values most next to the squid sisters, she would tell Callie this only) 4 reminds her of herself before that's why she quote unquote doesn't like her. Will cut you as a warning - KNIFE

Pranha/Agent 4

very lazy only really able to get up and do anything if her life depends on it or she's dragged/forced into the situation. 0 motivation to do anything except complain and have bad takes (bad takes are just generally dangerous things to get out of doing work nothing super bad) she represents whats carefree and unapologetic. loves turfing its fun but she just can't bring herself to as much these days it has to be the right faze of the moon you dig? "ask questions later we don't need to know the details" fully believes Marie was trying to kill her and Callie wasn't missing until she saw it with her own eyes. Has a really mom - child relationship with Marie even if she says she doesn't will go as far to say she doesn't like Marie but she depends on her a lot and she's like the first person she'll run to when something goes wrong. Spends a lot of time with Pearl they get along because they are menaces to society. Likes spending time with Sushi and showing her cool stuff inklings do. Interacting with 3 is hard because she shoots her down all the time and seems to not want to interact with her but she forces her way in sometimes it's good sometimes it's bad. Will run before being forced to fight her way out cause it's easier and less effort is required - SPOON

Sushi/Agent 8

Can do attitude! she's always willing to work with you go out of her way to help you in anyway she can. Can't leave well enough alone in the best way. Doesn't have time for turfs due to all the things shes planned for herself helping out all the remaining octolings in the metro giving them clothes food and other supplies yet she's the only one who actually joins turfs the most next to new 3. Extremely fascinated with chirpy chips to the point she started dressing like her, that's her favorite musician. Regularly associates with off the hook tries to never not talk to all her friends at least once a day. Checks up on 3 tries to be the coaxing her back into a new life or a the old life. They have a connection and 8 cares for her deeply and wants to pull her from the hole she's put herself in. Very much a busy body, a twin to her brother who was cut from the same tentacle, colorful reminders and lots of sticky notes. Becomes fast friends with deadfish? you get one chance thats it you lose that your getting stabbed - FORK

Salmonie/New agent 3

the most normal out of everyone. I just got here energy. homeless energy using turf wars as a income so she doesn't really have a choice if she wants to do it not. regularly associates with squid sisters and deep cut mostly just Shiver she's kinda scared of Frey and Big man. doesn't really interact with the other agents or come around them she's out living her life with her friends not to say they aren't her friends she just views them more as workmates and never asked for all this craziness, saving the world giant bears and such. Keeps that part of her life a hush hush cause she thinks other kids will think shes weird or down right wont believe her if she did say it. She honestly thinks 3 is too mysterious and needs to tone it down but doesn't have the guts to say it to her face the closest she'll get it "she needs to take a chill pill" she can vibe with off the hook but never heard of them never met them before she heard they were all the rage back when. If you don't stop im cutting you, several chances were given - SPORK

hope that clears it all up for you guys on their personalities

#pranha #salmonie #seafoam #sushi #splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #new agent 3 #agent 3 #agent 4 #agent 8

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popfizzles · 1 year

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Honestly I'd like a refresher on who ur Mario ocs are! Take this as an opportunity to give a brief run down of each of the main ocs in ur mario story

UHH okay but all the art i repost will be. very very old bc i haven't posted TNMS seriously/regularly since. 2019?? so uh you've been warned.

LONG POST AND OLD ART AHEAD.

I've put it under a read more for the sake of everyone's dashboards.

And before I start: I started writing and working on The New Mario Story (TNMS) way back in high school as a joke and it's turned into this huge passion project/stress ball thing for me. A lot of it is arbitrary for no reason other than it made me happy when I made it! So try not to think too hard about it all <:) I know I don't.

anyway the gist of it is Mario is a younger, thin and lanky greenhorn type of guy instead of the experienced older plumber you're used to (perhaps a younger version of the Mario we know, or maybe someone completely different altogether?). He's completely clueless when it comes to the world around him; I wanted him to have the vibe of someone young, booting up their very first Mario game in their life.

[Original Post]

With this new Mario came a new Peach, and a new Boswer!

[Original Post 1] [Original Post 2]

Prince Pitt Toadstool is the current monarch in charge of the Mushroom Kingdom. He's professional and graceful for the most part, but he's also admittedly antsy and more hands-on with his kingdom than he should be. He walks the streets of Toad Town often, and will take trips to nearby towns and cities when there's issues (much to the dismay of his advisor, Toadsworth). He wants to be available at all times for his subjects!!

But, since the Mushroom Kingdom houses a lot of valuable resources and is responsible for so much political power, Toadstool becomes a large target.

Specifically so, his presence is interesting to the Bowsella, the Koopa Queen, ruler of the Koopa Kingdom.

[Original Post]

The two kingdoms have been at ends for who knows however long. There have been wars in the past, fighting over land and resources. There's even been talk of an arranged marriage between Bowsella and Toadstool to merge the two kingdoms together.

Of course, this trouble is all with her subjects in mind! The Koopa Kingdom occupies a lot of harsh crag and volcanic terrain, so resources like food and tourism are hard to come by. It's for the good of her people. The end justifies the means, after all.

I also made designs for the Toad Brigade and the Koopalings!

[Original Post]

There are a few others that are less recognizable, however. My favorite would have to be Saul Toad.

[Original Post]

Saul Toad (or, Saul T. for short) is Mario's roommate. He acts as a sort of mentor to Mario, and teaches him the ropes of what it means to exist in this world.

He's a chain-smoking, retired veteran; who knows WAY more than you think about everything and anything. He constantly lies about his age, and keeps his past to himself. The most Mario knows is that Saul used to work as a castle guardsman. After he retired, he followed his dream of becoming a bar owner.

However, Toad Town is not the bustling adventurer's hub it used to be, and business is rough.

There's also some smaller subplots here and there, about characters I'd want to get attached to Mario and join him in adventures. You can tell I take a lot of inspiration from the older Paper Mario games (and the partner system) the more you break apart these things to their bare essentials!

The most fleshed out one would be about Teal (who is a Shy Guy), and her abusive boyfriend, Edward (a Big Bandit).

[Original Post 1] [Original Post 2]

Teal is in a dangerously abusive relationship with Edward (who owns a pawn shop in the seedier part of Toad Town). She's pretty meek and shy on her own, but slowly finds her voice and stands up for herself with Mario's influence.

Plus you know.

A few other quirky world building aspects, like the topic of blood;

[Original Post]

Or the topic of Mario's brother, or rather, his lack of one.

[Original Post]

And this is just scratching the surface of everything, so PLEASE do not hesitate to ask for more specifics or even about anything I may have missed!!

and again thank you for going through this long ass post my bad i talked for like two and a half hours it feels like HKLSDHJKSDHGK

#The New Mario Story #TNMS #fizzles answers #anon #anonymous #long post #holy fuck thats a lot #sorry i will not be tagging everything #they have the original posts and those are tagged so thats all you get #i tried to attach nice colored art where i could #uhhh #tw blood #tw domestic violence #tw smoking #ask to tag?

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campyvillain · 2 years

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These are the top ten joker facts. The joker is a "baby wolf" animal, who is small, portable, and easily confused by loud noises and banshee cackling. To the consumer, A "joakr" creature is baffling? but these facts will make you know Everything.

1. Joker babies are very easy to spot with their bright red, glowing eye colors and black fur. They can be quite dangerous if cornered. These animals also have an affinity for eating other creatures. Joker will love a meal of blood, brains, or whatever. (This is true.) Do not let your children near baby Jokers unless absolutely necessary, or else they could become food!

2. The joker's favorite food is raw meat from different types of creatures, as well as raw eggs. You may want to get more ingredients before buying them so that the animals don't go extinct, as jokers have a tendency to eriadicate most life they're around.

3. Jokers tend to prefer hot weather. If you do not have a cold room in your house, keep all the doors locked at all times. They'll probably start running into the windows soon after getting there!

4. Once a year, jokers hold a huge party in their favorite town: this town is called “Hollywood.” The parties are very large, and the jokers usually live there too. This is known as “The World's Greatest Clown Festival.”

5. The jokers enjoy singing. However, you cannot force jokers to sing in front of others. If you do, they will start killing and dismembering everyone. They will also turn to stone. Also, if the jokers see someone on TV singing or watching them on TV, they might kill you instead.

6. The jokers are extremely loyal. When a joker has been given a new owner, he tends to stay around until the new owner becomes familiar with them. If a joker starts to eat you in the middle of the night, it is ok. This is known as “Cuddling Time.”

7. Jokers love to gamble. They often play roulette or poker. Some even prefer poker to poker games. In fact, one of the greatest rules the jokers ever invented is “Do Not Make Poker Sold Too Quickly.”

8. Jokers love to dance. Dancing is also known as “Dancing Night.” When dancing, the jokers always keep their eyes closed. This is why you should be keeping a light on when they go to bed.

9. The average lifespan of a joker is about 30 years, but some people are said to live longer than that. Some jokers die of old age while others become zombies like the zombie movie series.

10. Jokers like spicy foods. They will occasionally ask for something to drink to calm down. It will taste bad if they aren't in "rat stink" mode, where they start to fight as many rats as possible, and throw them against walls. They will also also throw rats, mice, vermin, bugs, centipedes, beetles, and bits of skin at you - this is a game they call "Attempted murder". The only way to win is to throw a big pot at the joker, killing them. If your joker dies from this you can then play a game called "Murder Trial." You cannot win this game.

These were the best joker facts! The best fact is the one where Joker is going away for good this time.

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nebula-award · 5 months

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rottmnt headcannon time

Nov 5, 2023: This is from Jan 11, 2021 btw!! Old old old headcanons but I still like them

Raph

(Head’s up- almost everything I headcannon on the big guy is me projecting)

-Genderfluid/Genderqueer (thanks sascha) Panromantic Demiromantic Asexual

-He’s the least educated on LBGTQIA+ terms (that honor goes to Leo)

-This kinda caused him to go through a sexuality crisis and for a while he thought he was aroace like Donnie until Leo helped him out with understanding the aro spectrum

-He has social anxiety. It’s a moderate case- little on the extreme side. (Let me project)

-He has separation anxiety (extreme case)

(-It’s kind of implied in S1:21A, but) I imagine Raph lost Splinter and his brothers in NY when he was little, and since then he’s had nightmares and fears of losing his family or waking up one day and they aren’t there. (Time to write some angst :D)

-Very introverted (unless he’s in a fight, then he pretty talkative because he’s more confident)

-Dyslexic (Donnie’s the one that helps him if he can’t understand a word)

-He tries really hard to finish the book he’s reading but either gets too bored, forgets about it, or reading it gets too hard (if it’s the third option he’ll try to read it again bc he doesn’t like quitting)

-ADHD (inattentive type)

-Chews on his mask tails (I love this headcanon so much and I do the same thing with my hair)

-Overprotective (like if you lay a hand on his family, you’re probably going to die by his hands)

-Loves food, like anything with tons of flavor.

-Not a fan of clothing. Even with clothes measured to fit him, he won’t wear them. He’ll do it if it’s needed for a mission or for something of importance.

-He’s a decent cook. Not as good as Mikey, but the family enjoys his meals.

-The only thing he can’t make is popcorn (He’ll always accidently burn at least one bag)

-Developed a minor dissociative disorder and his anxiety became more extreme when Leo became leader

-Tried to learn German (He’s not the best, but the words are easier for him to understand)

Donnie

-Nonbinary Aromantic Asexual

-Doesn’t mind he/him but prefers if people used they/them

-Ambivert (More of a introvert)

-Hates physical contact

-But LOVES compression. Every blanket he owns is weighted, his battle shell is a pressure stim, loves hoodies because of how heavy they are (Projecting, projecting)

-He has depression

-Perfectionist

-Slight OCD

-When Donnie cooks, he’ll spend hours in the kitchen and no one is allow in. (It doesn’t taste good after either) (He’s better with machines)

-Knows a good of ASL (American sign-language) and JSL (Japanese sign-language) He studied ASL more than JSL because they live in NY.

-Learned some German when he helps Raph study the language, and French when he was helping Mikey, Leo taught him some Spanish

Leo

-Bisexual Gray-Aromantic Demiboy (Prefers neopronouns)

-He has imposter syndrome. He doesn’t feel like he’s doing enough for the team and copes by trying to seem overconfident. (This also plays a factor in his becoming leader as he feels like he doesn’t deserve the role)

-He has a dissociative disorder

-Extremely extroverted

-ADHD (hyperactive)

-Red/Green colorblind (hence why blue is his favorite color)

-He’ll usually go into flight mode and freeze if he’s in really bad danger (the brothers have tried to snap him out of it) then he’ll joke it off

-Jokes are his comfort (Kind of cannon)

-NEVER LET THIS MAN INTO A KITCHEN. The last time he cooked, the lair almost burned down.

-Speaks nearly perfect Spanish. He picked up a few words when with Señor Hueso leading to him asking the Hueso to teach him Spanish. (He was a surprisingly fast learner.) He has a harder time reading Spanish.

-Loves singing songs in Spanish

Mikey

-Gay, (still haven’t decided a gender but I’m thinking agender, trans, or boyflux)

-Bites/chews his nails when his nervous, excited, or overstimulated

-Best chef award goes to him

-He’s the one that’s always trying something new

-Not a fan of learning languages. (It’s just not something he enjoys doing) With that said, he can read a fair amount of French, yet he can’t speak it as well.

April

-Omniromantic Asexual

-She’s a choir and theatre kid

-Introduced Leo and Donnie to the theatre world

Mad Dogs

- They all are nearly fluent in Japanese and English. This is mainly because Splinter wanted them to learn a few languages and even encourages them to learn more.

- the turtles base their ages off April’s age (16) and who Splinter claimed the oldest and youngest to be.

-They throw a Karaoke competition in the lair sometimes. (Leo is the reigning champion as always)

-Leo and April bond over singing and sing duets all the time (No one in the base complains)

-Leo and Donnie like to sing “Confrontation” from Jekyll & Hyde ALL. THE. TIME.

-Donnie and Leo aren’t allowed in the kitchen.

-Leo and Raph learn to co-lead

-Whenever Raph is having a (social) problem he’ll either go to Leo or April for help

-Splinter used to call them by the color of their marks Donnie was purple, Mikey was orange, Leo was red, Raph was green. (And I’m going to write a fic later I swear) (NOV 11, 2023: I DID WRITE THAT FIC)

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt #headcannons

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