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starryluminary · 5 months

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NoCoVember Week 3: Older / Childhood Friends

Chose this prompt as an excuse to honor my 13 year old self who drew them and half the contestants as kids. Do these look like nearly decade old designs? Cause they are

NoCoVember week prompts by @zuureleena !

#kept it simple because kiddos (not because I ran out of time)#the pendulum rock is also an homage to a very old comic I drew of them #I AM CELEBRATING NINE YEARS OF HISTORY IN THIS ONE #total drama #total drama noah #td noah #total drama cody #td cody #cody anderson #noco #total drama noco #td noco #nocovember #nocovember 2023 #nocovember2023 #Starry makes art

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cuddlebugmonster · 6 months

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Oh yeah baba can i,,,, also be a little sparkle creature,,, just a lil guy

Bb wants bb gets ! :3

#here you go kiddo <3 #you will now be my work cuddle buddy #love you !! <3 #bugs interacts #bugs starry goober cluster #bugs kiddos

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alyakthedorklord · 1 year

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Welcome to Danny’s Part 2

People have been asking for more of this ^^ so here you go, have a really long word vomit of stuff i think is funny

(IM NOT WRITING THIS FIC GDI I HAVE ENOUGH WIP’S!)

Danny’s restaurant is ALSO manned by-

Tucker, who will fix your tech for free, has tattoos of hieroglyphics and lines of code that shift around when he gets busy.

Sam, who makes an express line for veggie orders. If you try to order meat from sam all the potted plants start trembling.

Jazz, who has a special booth in the back and Magically makes people dump their deepest secrets to her in streamlined Liminal Powers Therapy. (It’s a bit weird but hey the people she targets feel better so whatevs.)

Dani, who shares pictures from tourist traps she's visited, though there’s also some REALLY WEIRD pics of alternate realities and cult shenanigans mixed in. Some of the older patrons are concerned. She’s a little too young to do all this alone- actually, how old is she? Her father looks like he’s in his early twenties…

Dan, who is working here while “on parole” and often loudly argues with Danny about it.

“I don’t want to work in your stupid shop, Dad!”

Dan is two whole feet taller than danny and three times as wide i will not be taking constructive criticism. He’s a whole silver fox. There are some ladies who have a crush on him and they’re really concerned if he’s legal bc danny is younger than them how is Dan his child-

“Dan, how old are you?”

“I don’t know, like, a hundred sixty something?”

(Lady turns to look at Danny, who shrugs and smiles.) “time dilation. What a world we live in. Dan, kiddo, can you get some more napkins from the back?”

“Ugh, fine, dad.”

The first villain Danny ACTUALLY fights isn’t the Joker. It’s Condiment King. Dan runs away from him, which is already weird bc guy is MASSIVE, and the condiment king chases him bc YES SOMEONE FINALLY FEARS HIM PROPERLY.

Danny bursts out of the shop in righteous fatherly fury and beats the snot out of him. Everyones is confused bc… what? Dan is massive? Why is he scared? Why is the twink beating the snot out of condiment king?

“Dan had a traumatic experience with Burger Sauce.” Danny explains, glaring down at the rouge at his feet. He kicks him, growls, “Don’t mess with my kid.” And walks back inside.

No one asks, bc this is gotham. Asking is rude, and also it lessens the Mystery that is Danny’s. No one knows how the kids came into existence. No one knows, before someone from out of town (metropolis, ugh) asks about the sign.

The sign outside the shop says:

Welcome to Danny’s!

Do no harm and no harm shall befall you.

Start nothing and nothing will be ended.

We have baseball bats and fists and a mean swing.

This establishment does not serve- guys in white (suits), Vlad, Transphobes, Vlad, Clowns, VLAD.

Do not ask for the secret menu. If you can get it, Danny will offer it.

(Don’t scare the other customers, please.)

When asked who Vlad is, bc he’s banned three times, Danny just kind of sighs.

“He’s my kid's other parent. He’s an obsessive creep who completely ignores Danielle because she’s a girl, rolling in money but won’t pay his child support. You know how it is.”

Several goons ask what he looks like so they can keep an eye out. Dani happily tells them “look at Dan, take away Dad’s features, then convert 30% of his height and weight into smarminess.”

It's an effective description. Vlad gets full body tackled the moment he enters the neighborhood. Danny gives the goons free fudge (family recipe, one of the restaurants signatures)

One of the reasons Danny’s is so popular is bc its open 24/7. (Unless its one of those weird times where all the doors are locked and if you look through the window blinds theres nothing but a starry void.) One of the reasons Danny’s is so weird is bc Danny is ALWAYS behind the counter. Always. Round the clock. He doesn’t sleep, eat, anything. Some people swear he has a twin he swaps out with (clones).

Sometimes, after a really difficult customer, Danny will let out a really long sigh and mutter “time out” before glitching into a new position, with a new shirt and combed hair. No one mentions it.

Theres a deal that’s just, “beat danny in a fight you eat for free.”

The deal extends to both Dan and Dani as well. Even if you lose you get fudge as a reward for courage.

No one ever wins.

One time, a couple brought their kid, recently discharged from the hospital. Danny comes over to them and grins. “Hey, kiddo! Bet you gave your parents a scare, huh? Pulled through in the end. That means you get the secret menu!”

Parents: hey wtf?

Danny, handing over a perfectly normal menu: 😀

Kid: “ooh mommy look at the glowy stars!”

Parents: !?!?!?

Danny: 😁

Old man Dave, whose heart has stopped like three times now: “Oh don’t worry about that, prices are the same and it will help your kid feel much better. Danny’s just a little weird.”

After all, it’s not just full ghosts that get the menu. If you’ve been dead, heart stopped, soul out of body before being popped back into place, then you get it. There’s actually a pretty high number of people who get it, bc this is Gotham. People get resuscitated after rogue attacks. The ecto actually helps stabilize their soul after getting jerked between life and death so rudely.

The secret menu that they’re given is just a normal menu, scribbled over top with an ecto pen, invisible to non-secret menu havers. Different “ecto-levels” to choose from, and three extra dishes. There’s also instructions to get into the “back room” for those who can’t go intangible, though it comes with a disclaimer “not for the faint of heart.”

There’s also a small note at the bottom- “do not share food.”

Anyways, as per original post. Tim herds Joker into Danny’s radar bc he Cannot Deal Right Now. He salutes Danny, who waves back, grinning like he didn’t just come at the Clown Prince of Crime like a feral badger on crack cocaine. “Heya, Red Robin! You want a coffee?”

“Please.” Tim sighs. “You’re the best, Danny.”

Jason looks between tim and the shop danny just vanished into. “Uh, what?”

“Danny doesn’t like clowns.” Tim explains. “Or condiment king. They get close, Danny takes them out.”

Jason is incredibly confused, bc he just came back from an out of town mission, but this place is right on the edge of his territory and he should definitely know about it. He asks tim, who just shrugs.

“That shop is weird. It’s like a grocery store at 3am. I stumbled in there after a rough night and Danny just whipped me up the best coffee i've ever had. Still can’t find their website. I swear it’s bigger on the inside and the door keeps swapping from one side of that fire hydrant to the other.”

Danny comes out and passes Tim a massive coffee cup. “Come back and talk shop with tucker, okay? You’re welcome any time. Both of you, actually.”

He gives Jason a weird look and then goes back inside.

Jason, who is a little concerned that the reverence tim has is more than his average weird worship of coffee (it's just that good) goes back the next day in civvies.

He gets offered the secret menu, danny does the eye thing, Jason retreats to look at the secret menu. Unsure of what just happened, he texts tim.

Jason: Why was i given a “secret menu”

Tim: WTF WHAT DID YOU DO TO GET THAT

Jason: IDK THATS WHY IM TEXTING YOU

tim: I'VE BEEN GOING FOR MONTHS I’M A LOYAL PATRON WHAT DO YOU HAVE THAT I DONT

Jason: the secret menu apparently (image)

Tim: …thats just the normal menu???

Jason: no? It looks like a kid went ham with a neon green marker tf?

Duke: you know this is the family chat right?

Steph: order the waffles

Jason: you order the waffles. Wtf is an ecto-level.

Jason asks for what danny recommends, Danny immediately gives him a milkshake and tells him it's on the house bc he “looks rough.”

Jason is kind if offended, bc he actually got a decent sleep- but then he tries it and its like.

Oh.

Now. Between the stink Tim is making, and the sudden worship that Jason has of this shops milkshakes, the BatFamily is now Curious and will Investigate.

Are the milkshakes really that good?

The full force of the Wayne Family™ isn’t exactly subtle, so they go in twos and threes over the course of a week.

Damian gets offered the secret menu, and is also directed towards Sam’s express vegetarian line. Danny just Knew. Damian accuses Tim and/or Jason of pulling a prank on him, but they both swear up and down they didn’t say anything.

Both Steph (i think? Did she fake her death or actually die idk) and Cass get the secret menu, and they keep trying to ask Tim what certain things on the menu mean. Tim Cannot See what they’re talking about. He’s starting to get frustrated. Is it some sort of magic spell?

Tim takes Kon to Danny’s. (Is it a date? A test date on a low-stakes investigation? Maybe.) Danny, who is really starting to enjoy messing with Tim, gleefully offers Kon the secret menu, and Tim the normal one. Tim bangs his head on the table.

Dick doesn’t get a secret menu, but he does notice a couple disappear through the wall. He’s almost certain he’s seen them before, but it will be a while before he remembers Kitty and Johnny from his early Robin Days.

Duke is also not offered a secret menu, but he can see the writing anyways. He can also see that some of the patrons have weird auras, and what on EARTH is up with Danny himself? He tries to ignore it, up until Steph gets him to order one of the specials off Cass’s (secret) menu. And Danny just kind of sharpens, the air going cold.

“I didn’t give you that menu. Just because you can read it, doesn’t mean you want it. Order off the right menu, please.”

Duke, freaked the hell out by the Biblically Accurate Horror that Danny is shifting into, orders off the right menu and apologizes.

“Oh, it’s alright!” Danny flips back to cheerful in seconds. “It’s just that it wouldn’t be completely healthy for you to eat it, even if you are part immortal.”

Duke bluescreens.

Alright, somethings definitely going on.

Tim and Jason both order the same thing- an oreo milkshake, one off the secret menu, one off the normal menu. Jason confirms the one from the normal menu does not taste the same and isn’t as good. Tim cannot confirm the other way around, because Jason nearly punches him when he attempts to taste it.

They take samples home, analyze them, and go over anecdotes from other patrons, trying to figure out what makes Danny’s so weird. What makes Kon, Cass, Jason, and Damian different?

Wait a second. Kon, Cass, Jason, Damian. The ones that died and came back to life.

It’s around this time that Dick remembers where he’s seen Kitty and Johnny before. Lovers from two houses, both alike in (in)dignity, had a romeo-and-juliet-esque escapade across Gotham, ending in high speed chase with Kitty’s gangster father and a fatal motorcycle accident. Both are dead. Both are in Danny’s.

Danny’s has something to do with death.

Having heard a couple stories about food of the dead, they notify Bruce (who is very concerned as to what exactly his children have been putting in their mouths) and then call in the magic users of the justice league.

It’s a mess. Dan calls Constantine a whore. Deadman and Secret (i think thats Tim’s ghost friend?) get abducted to the backroom. Dani clocks Capt. Marvel as another kid who looks older than he actually is, with magic powers, and his showing him her REALLY interesting travel photos. Zatanna is like “this place needs an exorcism” and danny just goes “ma’am please don’t exorcize my customers.”

Tag list (if you saw me attempt this before no you didn’t)

@nappinginhell @apointlessbox @thegatorsgoose @chaos-n-kindness @mimilikey @phoenixdemonqueen @treepainting @sjrose1216 @akikkobara @malice-of-the-sunrise @idontgetpaidenoughforthisshit @randomkiddoscrewingaround @call-me-strega @blankliferain @somera-rubina @wordsgohere95 @rukiaai @mirellacoco @stargazing-bookwyrm @bathildaburp @littlefeather345

#dp x dc #long post #dp x dc prompt #idk what im doing #welcome to danny’s

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elf-kid2 · 6 months

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Modern Witchers

So this contractor drives into this tiny town, way out in the sticks, in the kind of beat-up white van used by many tradesman, and allegedly favored by murderous kidnappers.

He's got white hair that you're not sure is bleached or not, strange eyes short manners. Maybe (probably) he kinda gives you the creeps. White van, stranger-danger, big guy with muscles, and all. Bad vibes.

But you've got a problem, no denying: there's SOMETHING in those woods that doesn't belong there, and recently, when the local boys went to DO something about it... that SOMETHING went from killing livestock, to killing people to. And you know, once those types of creatures get a taste for human blood... best to deal with it sooner, rather than later. Hence, the out-of-town contractor.

Witchers specialize in hunting monsters, after all.

Better to put together a fundraiser to pay the (frankly, outrageous) fees now, then to have to pay all that later, plus the surcharge for beasts that've killed multiple people, plus pulling together the funds for more funerals.

A stitch in time save nine, as the saying goes.

He's got a musician hitchhiking with him, which you weren't expecting. Some hapless hitchhiker with a dufflebag over his shoulder, and a guitar on his back, who got lost on the way to Vegas, or Nashville, or wherever it is starry-eyed musicians go to Make It Big, these days.

Auntie said that any hitchhiker with sense'd be better off walking down a lonely road, instead of getting into a van like that, driven by a man like that. But I guess it takes all kinds of kinds, and that musician hadn't been murdered yet, so make of that what you will.

Anyhow, the musician started busking in the farmer's market-- some decent covers, a few original songs, and some kind of surprisingly catchy jingle for the contractor who'd given him a lift into town. It was pretty good; live music is always a treat when you can get it, and it'd been a while since the last Bluegrass Festival.

He knew how to charm people, work the crowd, how to ask for "donations to the fine arts" without being irritating about it. People dropped cash, and pennies, and quarters, into his open guitar case, at any rate.

I reckon he scraped together at least enough for lunch, form himself'n his friend. Witchers are surly and stingy as anything, y'know, so I wondered why he wasn't covering the meal, with how much he'd charged for slaying the monster...

...But I overheard mention of how he'd had to get that van fixed up at Joe's Auto-Mechanics, over by the old factory in the valley-- and everyone knows that Joe's Auto'll charge three times what the repairs are worth, with parts that cost ten times as much as they oughtta. Lord knows, those scammers'd be out of business, if there were any better options within 50 miles of their shop!

And that is why if you think your truck's getting ready to break down, you should try an' make sure it breaks down closer to home. And also why I figure it makes sense that even a Witcher'd be short on cash, after dealing with 'em.

Anyway, the Witcher spoke with the Sheriff, and he went out monster-hunting that night.

Meanwhile, that hitchhiking musician was playing at the local bar, and let me tell you-- he was pretty damn good! Played a few drinking-songs, and the kind of songs you can't play in front of the kiddos at Farmer's Market, played some catchy tunes that had people dancing and clapping along...!

I particularly enjoyed the murder-ballad about the woman who turned into a vengeful fire-monster when she found out her man was messing around with other women. Very clever wordplay, "flames of desire lighting up your funeral pyre!" Good stuff.

Then the Witcher came in-- fresh from the contract, and half-covered in mud and blood! Barkeep wouldn't even let him sit down until he'd hosed off the worst of it, out back!

Musician-- Jaskier, he called himself-- raised a toast to a successful hunt, and another to monster-hunters who let loving families sleep safely, and rowdy drunks stumble home un-eaten, and soon enough somebody was buying that Witcher a drink, and the barkeep gave him a plate of food on the house, and it was good times all around!

Beats toasting newly-dead friends, and drinking to forget the monsters at the door, any day.

The thing is, this is a small town. Not a lot of people come visit, and if they do, they're generally staying with family. Which is to say, there aren't any motels around here.

Now, that contractor, that Witcher, he'd asked around, beforehand, about what was available, in terms of overnight accomodations-- which, let's be honest, isn't much around here. Come morning, I saw that beat-up van parked outside the Rosebud Bed & Breakfast.

Now Rosebud's is a nice place, a respectable establishment, but we all know they've had some trouble since that big storm last month, when a tree smashed through the roof! Las I checked, that Bed & Breakfast only had the one bed fit for guests to sleep in!

Might've been a rather one-sided bidding war, or a tight fit, with two out-of-towners vying for a roof overhead, that night. But that's none of my business.

Jaskier the musician left town with the Witcher-- Geralt Rivera, I think the name was-- same as he came in. Well, makes sense that he wouldn't want to stay long enough to put down roots, a young musician on a mission to see the world and/or become rich and famous.

The Witcher, Geralt, did good work with the monster, too. I guess that's why they're the experts... Some folks are talking about having what's left of the beasty taxidermy'd, did you know? Might make a decent tourist attraction, or a decoration for Town Hall, or something. I don't know.

Anyway, all that's to say... don't let anybody tell you there's not still a need for Witchers, in the modern day.

#witcher #geralt #jaskier #geraskier

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night-raven-tattler · 24 days

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TATTLER! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!

"Oh, but I was here the whole time, you're the one that vanished" DETAILS!!!!

Tattler, for the love of all things hole. I just get a job from 15 to 23 and decided that is a great moment to start the college (yes, I'm great making bad decisions). I don't have I life anymore and NEED some Trey kids/marriage hc so I can be happy again 😭

-🌙

Hello 🌙! Mx Tattly is happy to hear you're doing well, despite the busy schedule. Your presence is a delight to have. You should consider yourself lucky, as Mx Tattly was in a domestic mood themselves. While you're here, you might also enjoy the Heartslabyul part of the "Say hi to daddy!" series, since it is similar to your request.

The Way of the Chef Husband

Characters: Trey x GN!Reader (romantic), unnamed children, Cater, Riddle, Che'nya

Warnings: food and cooking (trey's love language)

By opening the document, you agree to Mx Tattly's terms of source confidentiality.

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Trey Clover enjoys the simpler things in life

Despite the myriad of people telling him that he could aim highter than the simple, domestic path of life Trey settled on, he has always known what he wanted

You, as his partner, trusted his decision, and you never regretted it

Trey had all milestones for your relationship planned out in his head

After graduation, you'd move in together in his hometown, and he'd start officially working at his parents' bakery while you found your own job

You'd meet the parents, he'd ask for your hand, and you'd get married during spring, with Che'nya as his best man, Cater as his wedding organiser and Riddle as his officiant

Of course he introduced his plan as suggestions during your talks of the future, and he adjusted his plans accordingly

But despite any modifications in his mental checklist, he still ended up feeling accomplished as soon as his ring got on your finger and vice versa

It was a simple plan, right?

Simple doesn't mean easy however, and Trey's job as a baker at his parents' bakery is anything but easy

Trey has prepared himself for years for the hustle and bustle of their little Queendom of Roses bakery

And when kids entered the picture, Trey's patience and multitasking skills were really put to the test

He'd prefer bottle feeding for a baby, since it allowed the both of you to have a more adjustable feeding schedule and equal bonding opportunities

And you had to admit, Trey had a knack at dealing with any fussing baby

"I think the years I've had to deal with Riddle's temper came in handy more than I thought..."

He admitted it with a smile on his face, while also making you swear you will never tell him he said that

The moment your little ones were old enough to walk and talk, Trey would allow you to bring the kids to the bakery during the less busy hours

Just like their father, all of your kids are in their element in the bakery, looking at the sweet treats with starry eyes and playing together in the special play area his father made for them

Soon enough, word would go around the city about the young baker's cute little kiddos, and everyone would want to visit the sweet image of a dad bringing his kiddos to work

They'd also leave with a tart or two

Uncle Cater took credit of that "business idea", not knowing it was something Trey has been planning from the beginning

But Trey'd never admit that

And his parents, the grandparents of the kids, had nothing against spending a break or two with their grandkids

Things always get fun when uncle Che'nya popped up

At the bakery or at home, Che'nya takes the role of the fun uncle in stride, carrying all the kids around and playing along all their games, letting them braid his hair and tail while he tells them the most entertaining stories

And uncle Riddle, the weekly visitor of the bakery and consumer of their special strawberry tart, always gets dragged around by the kids, and is a delightful presence at their pretend tea parties

Seeing Riddle somewhat heal his inner child while interacting with the kids has always made both you and Trey feel fulfilled

As the kids grew older, their interest extended to helping Trey actually cook, and they'd often help Trey cook food at home

And they'd also instigate a lot of food fights

Cooking is an important bonding experience for the family, and Trey often uses his skills to bond with the family as a whole

Heartslabyul habits die hard, so he'd still order the whole kitchen around, instructing everyone on what to do

And he can't deny how his heart swells when he sees his little slice of pie standing on a stool, stirring carefully into the cooking pot of food, wearing oven mits way too big for their child stature

"Dad, it smells really yummy! Do you need to add anything else?"

"Not yet, we need to let it boil, then add the veggies your sibling is cutting later."

"Why does food need to be hot to be done?"

"Well..."

Your cooking duties were long done before you sneakily recorded Trey explaining cooking to his child

"Daddy! Look, I made star food!"

The little one showed off the misshapen stars they cut out of the food, and Trey wiped his hands before patting them on the head

"Those look great, good job!"

You laughed to yourself, catching Trey's attention

"I also finished my tasks, earlier than anyone may I add. Where's my praise?"

Trey rolled his eyes fondly at your teasing, and approached you, then gave you a kiss on the cheek

"Fantastic job, sugarcube. Couldn't have done it without you."

"Same for you, 1/2 cup of flour."

"Stop it."

He never wanted you to stop it

Trey enjoys his life as it is, and can't help but be grateful to you for helping him built the domestic bliss he gets to live everyday

And you're grateful to him too

『••✎••』

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader

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rememyyyy · 8 months

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a twipie kiddo! Randomly started getting into mlp again and decided to redesign my old next gen kiddos!

Name: Starry Skies

Nickname: Starry, Star

Parents: Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie

Pronouns: She/her

Orientation: Bisexual

Personality: Being the daughter of the princess of friendship, as well as one of the happiest and friendliest ponies in Equestria, it makes sense that Starry greatly values friendship. Her special talent is astronomy and when she’s not trying to make sense of the pony worlds fucked up solar system she enjoys making candies and treats for her friends!

#my little pony #mlp next gen #my little pony next gen #twipie #twilight x pinkie

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marsapolis · 7 months

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"i know i am no better than swine

i scream and squeal at the ground 'make me beautiful, in the image of the starry night sky!'

i carve, dirty hands in dirty soil, messages for the gods i may never lay eyes on 'make me perfect. make me feel love. make me.'

-the irony is pigs dont even know what stars look like! and im the pig!! get it? haha! get it????? im sad!!!

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i promise soon ill make happy poems, ive just been so moody lately! i went apple picking with a friend today, we also got pumpkins! sometimes i forget how nice it feels to dress up and play with friends :) sorry no haha funny post today, maybe tomorrow! OH also!! i was thinking about maybe on sunday nights posting "outfit inspo" collages!! so if that sounds cool maybe comment a little "yeah babe" or a "hey kiddo, its dad, i know we havent spoken much since, well really ever. but i wanted you know, im proud of you." to let me know youd like the collages :D!!!

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seriowan · 1 year

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Picture this:

The whole dad!batch taking their respective little ones out together camping, sitting around a fire roasting food while they listen to their kiddos laughing and running around the camp-site around them. Hunter periodically telling them not to go to far, Tech telling his little ones about all the plants in the area they shouldn't touch, wrecker and his brood setting up the tents, echo and his mini bringing over supplies from the ship, all of the kids yelling and asking to take turns on sitting on Crosshair's shoulders because he's so tall.

You've simply ruined me with all of the dad!clone content and I eagerly await more

I AM SCREAMING LIKE A BANSHEE THIS GOT ME SO EXCITED 😭 I DON'T EVEN HAVE MUCH MORE TO SAY BECAUSE I COULDN'T WAIT TO GET TO THIS ASK AND I AM SO GLAD I'M HERE NOW!

without further ado, more dad!batch fluff and baby fever below the cut! to make it easier to write and know who's who, i named each of the kids! i took this idea and ran with it so this ended up becoming a whole fic instead of a blurb. enjoy!

in the wild - a dad!batch camping trip rating: g - general audiences word count: 5k

What would have been a peaceful night in the solitary woods was now chaos as voices and laughter bounced off of the towering Alderaanian trees. Wood scraped and thunked as it was chopped. Water from the nearby lake splashed when stones were picked and tossed, bouncing atop the clear, starry surface.

Hunter stood right on the edge of the lakeshore, water lapping against his boots as he looked over the water. With his arms crossed over his chest, his brows pinched with a tension he didn't even realize, he was lost in his train of thought.

A small tug on his coat caused him to blink, eyes flicking down at his side.

The tension faded, replaced by a faint smile as his little son peered up at him with big brown eyes. He held up a stone and smiled when Hunter chuckled.

"You sure this one will work, Kai?" He asked, scooping up the two-year-old boy in his arms.

Kai nodded, his small voice murmuring shyly, "Flat, papa. Throw."

He wasn't old enough to form sentences yet and Hunter secretly wished he'd never really get there. The little toddler speech, single words that meant so much, was honestly too endearing to really let go of. No more baby talk meant little Kai wasn't going to be little much longer.

But Hunter didn't want to think about that right now. So long as he could hold his son in his arms, he’d soak up every moment they had together.

Stone in hand, Hunter faced the lake and reared back his arm. On his hip, little Kai shyly peaked over his arm, clinging to his father. When the rock flung out of Hunter’s hand, he held onto his adi'ka and watched with shared attention as Kai’s preciously provided stone bounced seven times before sinking.

Hunter bounced the boy on his hip with a soft cheer, causing his shy toddler to giggle and duck his head against his shoulder. Smiling from ear to ear, Kai finally looked up when Hunter kissed his forehead. His cheeks were pink as he reached out to touch Hunter's tattooed cheek. With a tilt of his head, Hunter pretended to bite Kai’s palm, earning a loud, shrieking giggle that so rarely fell from his little boy’s lips.

With a quick kiss to Kai’s forehead, Hunter lowered the boy to his feet and pat his bottom with a playful tap, nudging him toward camp.

“Go on, scout. It’s getting late and you wanted some s’mores, right?”

Kai looked up and nodded, offering his hand for Hunter to grasp.

“Tea, too."

Hunter chuckled, nodding.

“I’ll get you your tea, son.”

Lyra liked exploring.

For an eleven-month-old baby, she did a lot of crawling and searching, turning over rocks and tugging on flowers. Being too small to walk on her own, she needed help to keep herself upright. With her large hands clenching her father’s two fingers, she waddled from side to side in her denim jumpsuit and red booties.

Tech hovered over her, cautiously following her as she guided him around the campsite. Lyra babbled and squealed, wordless yet emotive with every single little flower and bug that caught her eye.

And Tech was there to explain it all.

“Eh?” Lyra sang in a questioning tone, crouching and pointing at a stone.

Tech crouched by her, holding her upright with a hand on her hip while using the other to tilt the rock over. The two hunched closer to the ground, ears pressing together as Tech gestured to the various bugs. “That is a millipede and this is a grub.”

She babbled and sputtered, and Tech nodded as if he understood. “Yes, and this is a poisonous centipede so we don’t want to be making physical contact with that one, ladybug.”

Lyra looked him dead in the eye before turning and stretching, reaching her little finger toward the centipede that Tech just warned her about. He sighed, tugging his troublemaker backward by the straps of her overalls. She looked up at him with an innocent smile and he shook his head, chuckling at her impulsive nature.

Lyra grasped his fingers as best as she could and pulled him along, waddling and tripping only for Tech to save her with gentle swings, raising her legs up and down. With little light left in the sky, he wanted to give her enough time to explore and tire herself out — it was the most reasonable plan to give her the chance to sleep throughout the night without waking him up every so often.

She pulled him to a patch of purple flowers and, like before, crouched down to get a better look. Tech kneeled beside her, picking one up to hold to her eye level.

“These are wild lavender,” he explained. “They have a very aromatic fragrance. here, smell it, Lyra.”

When all that she did was blink at him, Tech decided to demonstrate by lifting the flower to his nose. He sniffed it and smiled when his baby girl giggled. Tilting it her way, she placed her hand on his chest to keep herself steady and leaned, sniffing the plant with her little nose.

Suddenly, in unison, the two scrunched their noses and sneezed at the same time.

Lyra fell against him in a fit of baby giggles, laughing even harder and louder at the second, third, and fourth sneezes that barrelled their way through Tech’s system. He huffed, sniffling and scrunching his nose from the outburst. With wide eyes, he looked at his laughing ladybug and furrowed his brows.

"Odd," he hummed, “It seems we both have an allergic reaction to wild lavender. Perhaps it is best if we return to the campsite and inspect Wrecker and Olive’s progress with the tents. Alright, ladybug?”

She babbled and turned to flee when Tech scooped her up, bringing her up in his arms. Lyra whined and kicked her legs in defiance but he just chuckled, pressing his mouth against her neck to blow raspberries. Her giggles were so cute, he couldn’t help but press a kiss to her temple, smiling when she placed both palms on his cheeks and began to pinch and tug.

Tech just sighed, allowing her to pull and pinch his cheeks and nose as much as she pleased.

“You sure you can do it?”

“I can do it, dad.”

“M’kay… just sayin’, cause if you can’t then that’s ok-”

Olive sighed, glancing at Wrecker with furrowed brows. “Dad, I can do it.”

He held his hands up in surrender. “Alright alright. Give it a shot then, kid.”

Lifting the hammer above the tent spike, Olive gave a few testing swings toward the spike’s head before bringing it down. Her accurate hit sent the spike straight into the soil, causing her to smile and look up at Wrecker with a victorious grin.

“See,” the ten-year-old sang teasingly. “I told you. I’m just as strong as you, daddy. I’m even stronger.”

Wrecker arched a brow, his smile slowly curling into a challenging grin.

“Oh yeah?”

Olive gasped and dropped her hammer, screeching when Wrecker picked her up and turned her upside down. With his grip on her ankle, he effortlessly held her a few inches off the ground, giving her enough space to keep her palms to the dirt.

“DAD, LET ME DOWN!”

“Take it back,” he shrugged as if it was a simple answer.

Olive huffed, crossing her arms over her chest with a defiant smirk. “No! Now put me down!”

Wrecker gave a deep and loud belly-laugh. “No. Now take it back before you start gettin’ woozy, kid.”

Just as she began to writhe and wriggle like a worm on a hook, Tech came around the tent corner with Lyra cradled snugly in his arms. He paused in his tracks, staring in confusion at the sight of Wrecker dangling his daughter upside down by her ankle.

“What are you doing?” Tech asked, glancing at the poorly fashioned row of family-sized tents. “Is this what you’ve been doing for the past hour?”

“Hey, Uncle Tech,” Olive grinned, waving.

“Hello, Olive Oil,” Tech responded plainly, his nickname causing Wrecker to bark out a laugh. “May I ask what you are currently doing?”

Olive smirked.

“Just hanging.”

Wrecker proudly cheered, lowering his hand down for Olive to give it a hearty slap. “Haha, that’s my girl!”

Tech shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. Lyra watched him with a peculiar gaze and slapped her tiny hand from his face, giving his nose a sympathetic pat. Tech gave her an odd look before realizing why she seemed so concerned. “Oh no, ladybug, I’m not injuring myself-”

“Uncle Tech?” Olive called as she dangled. “Can you tell dad with really smart words that I’m stronger than him?”

Tech pushed up his goggles up the bridge of his nose, making Lyra giggle and babble. “Shall I tell the truth or offer a fabrication?"

“Fabrication the heck out of it.”

“Then yes,” Tech pointedly muttered, shaking his head. “You are somewhat stronger than your father, Olive. Now Wrecker, would you please put your offspring down so that she may watch Lyra? I refuse to let my daughter sleep in a haphazard contraption like the one you’ve just made.”

Wrecker frowned. “If you wanted a mansion, then why don’t you do it, Tech?”

“Fine,” Tech shrugged, nonchalantly turning around to find his baby carrier, leaving Wrecker and Olive back to their previous dilemma.

“Hey, daddy?”

Wrecker glanced down at Olive. “Yeah, squirt?”

“I give up,” she whined. “You’re stronger than me. Now can you put me down? I think I’m gonna throwed up.”

“Shoot, right. Sorry.”

Echo stared up into the Marauder with his hand on his hip, scomp arm tapping impatiently against the edge of the ramp. He waited while deafening clatters echoed from the ship’s interior, followed by mischievous giggles and hushes.

“Quinn?” Echo called gruffly, furrowing his brows in frustration. “Sky? Are you two doing what I asked you to do or are you messing around again?”

“We’re still looking for the marshmallow sticks, dad!”

“Quinn found some cool blasters-”

Echo paled. “N-no! How did you- that locker was locked-!”

“Echo,” Tech called as he walked up to the ship, “Are the twins inside?”

With reluctance, he nodded. “I sent them to get the marshmallow sticks twenty minutes ago and they haven’t come out yet.”

“And you didn’t consider checking on them?”

“I was setting up the campfire!”

Tech glanced down when Lyra babbled and offered his finger with a wiggle. She grabbed it with eager hands, chewing with teething gums while he nonchalantly peered up into the Marauder. His ship. If Echo’s troublemakers were in there alone, he could understand Echo’s reluctance to go inside. Anything could’ve been hiding beyond the doorway from a prank to a total mess.

“Sky? Quinn?” He called, his tone tilting towards a warning. “You are aware that you are on my ship, correct? If I go up there and find something I will not like, you better believe that I will lock you in the storage compartment for the entire trip home.”

Panicked shuffles echoed before two heads popped out from around the corner. Sky giggled, nervously chewing on his nails. Quinn gave his father a grin.

At that moment, the two looked far too identical to him and Fives in their early days.

“We have a surprise for you,” Sky sang.

Echo immediately groaned, placing his hands on his face. “Sky-”

“It’s not bad, buir,” Quinn assured, sharing a smile with his brother. “We promise. right, Sky?”

“Right, Quinn.”

Lyra squealed while Tech and Echo both shared an unconvinced look.

“Ta-da!”

The two jumped out from behind the doorway, holding up Echo’s scomp tool case. Under normal conditions, it would’ve been charcoal gray and cleaner than a freshly bathed newborn. Now, it was painted blue and covered in stickers of stars and old republic symbols. They even drew a stick figure of their entire family: cousins and spouses included.

Echo slowly lowered his hand from his face, arching his brows with an impressed smile.

“You got into the paint and did that in twenty minutes?”

The 12-year-olds both nodded in unison.

“Yup-yup.”

“Yeah!”

He cocked his head, smiling. “Not bad. Fives and I would’ve done it in ten.”

Quinn rocked his head back, groaning while he retreated back into the ship. Sky placed his hands on his hips, raised his nose in the air, and smartly chided, “We got it, dad. We’ll surprise you someday.”

Echo crossed his arms, huffing a chuckle. “I doubt it. Now can you please find the marshmallow sticks and lanterns before we start making s’mores at bedtime?”

“That’s the best time!”

“Yeah, dad, the best!”

Twigs crunched as Hunter approached the ship, holding sleepy Kai’s small hand. When he saw the collection of fathers standing at the foot of the ramp, he pinched his brows in suspicion and tilted his head to peek into the ship.

“The twins?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Yeah.”

Hunter nodded, “Huh. Well, could they give me Kai’s headphones and blanket?”

“I need Lyra’s carrier as well,” Tech added.

As if telepathic, the twins stuck their heads out at the same time and said, “Coming right up!”

Not a moment later, Quinn came running down the ramp with Lyra’s carrier in hand while Sky followed a bit slower, careful to keep himself from tripping on his newly healed ankle. Echo took the headphones and blankets out of Sky’s arms and handed them to Hunter, giving Sky a slightly subtle look of warning when he frowned.

“My ankle’s not broken anymore, buir,” he muttered, too embarrassed to talk about his injury. “It’s fine.”

“Sure it is, but I don’t want you to get hurt again.” Echo placed his hand on Sky's head, giving him a small smile while brushing his unkempt hair out of his face. “We can’t both be accident-prone.”

A deafening thunk echoed from within the ship and the two turned, glancing up as Quinn slowly stumbled into the Marauder’s doorway. His hair was sticking up in all directions, clothes disheveled as if he just braved a storm.

On one hand, he had his fist clenched around a copious amount of metal marshmallow sticks.

On the other, it seemed he had also managed to lose a tooth in the process, causing him to grin widely.

“It’s a HUGE one, dad!”

Sky looked up at his father with a snarky grin.

“Looks like we’re all accident-prone like you, dad.”

Echo just palmed his face and sighed.

”Quinn, come here and let me see which one got knocked out…”

“Is this a good stick, daddy?”

Zion held up a thin little piece, big eyes honing on his father like two beams of pure pressure. His gray-haired mini looked so hopeful that Crosshair had no choice but to nod his head in approval and take it, adding it to the pile under his arm. “Yup, that’s a good stick.”

He felt a tug on his jacket and glanced down at the little girl on his opposite side.

“How ‘bout this, daddy?” She asked with a soft voice, causing Crosshair’s heart to swell. Little Zoya held up her own twig with a hopeful gaze and Crosshair nodded yet again, finding it impossibly hard to deny her. He added it to the wood pile before continuing toward their campsite, glancing left and right to keep an eye on his six-year-old twins.

They toddled along beside him like sheep flanking a wolf, gleeful grins and smiles on their faces while crosshair had his typical deadpan stare. While he carried the wood in his arms, Zion and Zoya did their best to contribute, helping their father like perfect little gray-haired soldiers. Zoya added twigs and sticks while Zion just looked around, gazing over nature like he was truly soaking it all in.

“Daddy, I'm tired,” Zoya whined, pausing by a boulder to rub her knees. “My feets hurt.”

Crosshair stopped walking, arching his brow at her. “You don’t want to walk anymore?”

She shook her head and he nodded in understanding. Lowering the wood to the floor, Crosshair crouched and offered his back for Zoya to climb up. Jumping on him with a giggle, she dangled her legs over his shoulder and placed her chin on his head before he picked up the wood and stood.

Zoya yelped when she saw how high up off the ground she was. glancing over at Zion, she called his name loudly, “Zion! Look! I’m a giant like daddy.”

Crosshair rolled his eyes muttering under his breath, “I’m not like the trees, adi’ka. I’m average… maybe a bit above… actually, pretty above if we’re talking about Hunter, too.”

Zoya giggled softly, her angelic voice causing him to huff a chuckle.

“Uncle Hunter is small.”

“Oh yes, he is,” Crosshair smirked, “And if he asks you where you heard that, what are you going to tell him?”

“That ba’vodu Wrecker told me.”

Crosshair smirked, nodding his head. “Atta girl.”

When he heard nothing but silence from his son, Crosshair glanced at Zion as he graced his hand across the flowers and stopped to smell the wild lavender.

“You ok, kid?” He asked, arching his brows when Zion looked at him. The grey-haired boy nodded and they shared a small smile.

“I want marshmallows,” he chirped, causing Zoya to gasp from atop Crosshair’s shoulders.

“Me too!”

Crosshair nodded. “Okay. Anything else?”

“And hot chocolate?” She questioned curiously, making Crosshair’s eyes narrow. The moment he looked over and saw Zion’s hopeful eyes, he caved in. Manipulators. “Fine. Just a bit.”

“And cuddles tonight?”

“Of course.”

“And cinnamon squares for breakfast tomorrow?”

“Nope, not that one.”

“Plea-a-a-ase?”

Crosshair grimaced, sighing, “FIne, but that’s it.”

Zoya hummed. “Maybe… story time tonight?’

At this, Zion was by his side in the blink of an eye, clutching Crosshair’s sweater while begging, “Ple-a-a-ase read us The Tiny Tooka tonight.”

“I read you that all the time,” Crosshair muttered. “You need to find a new favorite. That one’s lost its charm.”

“Plea-a-a-a-ase?” They both wined, big eyes from both Zion and Zoya.

With a sigh, Crosshair surrendered.

“FIne… but only this once…”

“RAHHH FOR THE REPUBLIC!”

Olive roared and fired her finger guns at Quinn and Sky before sheathing them on her hips. She turned on her heel and ran, sprinting around the circle of logs surrounding the blazing fire. Sky yodeled out a battle cry as he sprinted after his cousin, leaving Quinn to hobble after them while gasping from laughing too hard.

Echo sat on a log, watching his twins play in the light of the campfire with a faint smile. Memories atop memories flooded his mind when they’d play like this, reminding him of days gone by.

Beside him sat Tech, cradling a swaddled and sleeping Lyra in his arms. She was out like a snuffed light, snoozing in the comfort of being bound by Tech’s own specific wrapping method. She had a little beanie on her head to keep her warm and ear muffs covering her blanketed ears, earning a few endearing looks when he sat down by the fire. He spent a decent amount of time gazing down at her, lovingly tracing his fingertip along her sleeping face while making sure she wasn’t cold.

On the other log sat Hunter and Wrecker. While Wrecker kept an eye out on Olive and Echo’s twins, Hunter held Kai on his lap, keeping his son warm in his own coat. Kai had his sensory headphones and blanket on his lap, leaning his head against Hunter’s chest as he calmly and silently looked into the fire. He was such a quiet little soul that Hunter often wished to see him running around and having fun, but he wouldn’t push it. He enjoyed holding his boy so close to him, especially if kai was in the range of forehead kisses.

The final member of the squad returned to the campfire a bit later than the rest. Crosshair approached with a pile of sticks under his arm and Zoya perched on his shoulders. Zion skipped alongside him with a smile, adding his own tiny pile atop the reserved wood.

Crosshair sat down on a lone log with a sigh, gently dipping his head so that Zoya could slide off his shoulders and into his arms. He set her down beside him while Zion climbed up, the two of them snuggling against Crosshair’s sides with synchronized hums of comfort. He opened his jacket so that they could get in on the warmth, causing his jaw to clench when he felt their cold hands tickle his abdomen. They fell silent, peacefully enjoying the quiet while Quinn, Sky, and Olive all continued running around.

“I don’t get it,” Echo muttered, breaking the silence. “Out of all of you, I get the ones that can’t sit still or stay quiet for one minute.”

As if on cue, Quinn sprinted behind him with blurring speed, running from Olive while she yodeled her own battle cry and chased after him.

Echo sighed, shaking his head.

“Point proven,” Tech muttered, distracted by his little Lyra as she squeaked out a yawn. He was so in love with his little baby that he was oblivious to his brothers’ stares until he glanced up, his smile falling from his lips. “What?”

Wrecker slowly grinned. “Softie.”

“Of course. A child needs a parent with a soft, nurturing nature over an abrasive one.”

“He means you’re like Crosshair,” Hunter chimed in, smirking when Crosshair glared at him. “Soft like butter.”

“I like butter,” Zoya muttered from the shelter of his coat. Crosshair cracked a smile and reached down, curling her gray hair behind her ear.

“I bet you do, sweetheart.”

Zion leaned his head close, smirking. “I don’t.”

He pat his boy’s head, eyes crinkling with fatherly amusement. It was his turn to look up, his smile dropping when he saw the knowing looks on his brothers’ faces.

“Shut it.”

Hunter glanced down when Kai shuffled around on his lap. His adi’ka glanced up at him with tired eyes before looking back at the fire, sighing gently. Glancing toward Echo and Wrecker, Hunter nudged his chin towards the three eldest kids and said, “They should head back now before it gets too late and cold for s'mores. The littles have to check out soon.”

Wrecker nodded. Cupping his mouth, he sucked a big breath in and shouted, “TROOPERS! BACK TO BASE IN 3…2…1-”

Quinn came sprinting out of the shadows only to slide across the log and crash into Echo’s side. His father exhaled a sharp breath just to be hit again when Sky did the same thing, sliding and barrelling straight into Echo. They giggled when he rubbed his sides with a wince.

Olive approached a bit later with her arms full of blankets. She handed them out to Crosshair and the twins, Hunter, then for herself and Wrecker when Tech and the others denied her offer. Throwing the sheet over her head, she snuggled into Wrecker’s side and smiled happily when he threw an arm over her shoulders, pulling her in close.

Echo extended an arm behind him, grabbing the bag of s’mores ingredients and campfire sticks. They were tossed around one by one and by the end of the dispersion, each older child had a marshmallow hanging over the fire. Kai wanted to try it himself but he didn’t like having to blow out his flaming marshmallow, so with his blanket in hand, he wandered over to Olive and climbed in his cousin’s lap. She accepted him with a grin, whispering jokes in his ear as she roasted both of their marshmallows.

Hunter and Wrecker watched them with a smile, catching a bit of Omega within Olive’s caring nature. Hunter’s heart clenched a bit at the fact that she wasn’t there but he couldn’t blame her. Omega had her own life to live, bouncing from planet to planet in her new starship. While they were hunkered down with the littles, she was off exploring and trekking the vast stretches of space.

As he thought of her, he heard a little gray-haired mini come wandering up to him. Little hands climbed and kicked as Zion sat up on the log by Hunter’s side, resting his head against his ba’vodu’s shoulder. Hunter opened his blanket up, allowing the boy to dive under with a giggle. He glanced at Crosshair who watched them with an arched brow, the two sharing an amused smile.

“I don’t understand how you’re his favorite.”

Hunter smirked, tapping his temple. “Intuition. At least we know he doesn’t have your brain.”

Crosshair rolled his eyes, causing Zoya to giggle. “Very funny.”

Echo’s twins were energetic as they roasted their marshmallows until they were black. Quinn waved his marshmallow back and forth through the flame while Sky continuously kept pulling it out and inspecting it. The lumps were charred by the time both boys lowered their marshmallows on their crackers, grinning when their hands were covered in a goopy mess.

“This is so yummy, dad,” Quinn groaned, holding up his burnt abomination. “Wanna bite?”

Echo grimaced, shaking his head. “No, I’m okay, bud.”

"Please?”

Sighing, Echo gave in with a reluctant nod. He opened his mouth for Quinn to raise the s’more to his lips. When he bit down, Quinn began laughing at the look on Echo’s face. Soot coated his tongue as he chewed, shaking his head.

“You burnt it.”

“Duh, that’s the best part.”

Sky pulled out his marshmallow and made his little sandwich before taking a bite. He smiled, glancing at Echo with hopeful eyes as he held his own s’more out. Echo obliged, knowing he couldn’t say no. While the s’more was good, his lack of love for sweets won him over. He swallowed thickly and shivered, making both boys laugh.

Without a want or need to make s’mores, Tech continued cradling little Lyra, swaying her from side to side. He lifted his head, watching his brothers and his nephews and nieces, and came up with an idea.

“Wrecker,” he called the storyteller, causing him and Olive to both look up at the same time. “Why don’t you tell them a story? Our first night is coming to an end and it would be best if the children had something to relax them before bed.”

“Oh-oh-oh!” Quinn jumped up, pretending to swing a sword. “Tell us about that Wookie jedi you guys took to Kashyyyk!”

“No-o-o-o,” Sky sourly sang, reaching over to tug his brother back down onto the log. He turned to Crosshair and gave him a devious grin. “Uncle Cross, tell that story about Uncle Cody and the mission you guys went on together when you were impies!”

Crosshair scrunched his nose in distaste. “You’re the only one who likes those stories, sky.”

“Cause they’re cool!”

Olive nudged her dad’s side, causing him to look down at her and the boy in her lap. “What about the time when you had to fight baby Rancor? Or that story about that really creepy monster ship you were on when Auntie Omega was little?”

Zoya whimpered, curling into Crosshair’s side. He frowned, lovingly cupping her cheek when she shivered. “That’s a scary story, Olive," she murmured. "I don’t like it.”

Olive smiled. “Then we’ll pick another one, bean.”

Kai shifted on her lap and looked up, cupping his mouth as he whispered in Olive’s ear. Her eyes brightened and she looked from Hunter to Echo. “Kai wants to hear the story about how you all saved Uncle Echo.”

Zion gasped and sat up in excitement, glancing from Hunter to his father with a grin. Crosshair shrugged a shoulder, offering a small smile when his son jumped down and ran up to him, climbing onto his lap. Zoya instantly followed, seating herself on the other leg. As they snuggled into him and got comfortable, Kai went back to Hunter and held his hands up, gesturing to be picked up. Hunter obliged and brought the boy on his lap, letting Kai’s little arms wrap around his waist while he pressed his cheek to Hunter’s chest.

Gently rocking Lyra from side to side, Tech held the baby in a careful hold and smiled when Sky leaned closer towards him, gazing down at Lyra with stars in his eyes. With a soft finger, Sky poked Lyra’s nose and giggled when she smiled in her sleep. Quinn leaned against Echo’s side, holding his father’s scomp arm in his lap as he absentmindedly scraped away the smudges of dust that stained the metal. Echo kissed his hairline before turning towards his brothers, shrugging, “Fine with me.”

The flickering flames of the campfire danced and swayed in the gentle breeze. The logs crackled and popped, sending showers of sparks up into the sky like tiny shooting stars. The warm glow of the fire cast shadows on the faces of the people gathered around it, their expressions illuminated in the orange light.

Wrecker grinned and scooted closer to the edge of the log, his arm squishing Olive into his side. Zoya and Zion both listened with smiles as they rested against Crosshair’s chest. Hiding under Hunter’s blanket, Kai removed his headphones to hear the story and the crackle of burning wood. Tech’s little Lyra continued sleeping, causing her father to smile at her peaceful state. Echo, Quinn, and Sky shared smiles when their arms tightened around their father's waist – they all had very special reasons to love this story.

Clearing his throat, Wrecker held his arm out in a wide gesture and began his narration in a deep voice.

“It started on Yalbec Prime when we got a comm from your Uncle Cody…”

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journey-to-the-attic · 2 months

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Okay but do you realise you have to drop the nicknames list now. Like I can't just move on without knowing what Lucifer's number 3 most sappy nickname is. (/j, only if you want to ofc!!)

i went to do it nearly as soon as i posted that ask answer, so here you go! copy-pasted and reformatted for ease of understanding - and some previously unseen because they come into use post-jtta

running list of ik's addresses/nicknames, stc

category one: standard

kid/kiddo - mostly mammon (who uses these more than her actual name), occasionally levi

twinkle - astaroth, belphie (tends to swap between this and her name)

moppet - mephisto

darling - asmo in every day life

sweetheart - asmo again, in softer moments

doll - alecto, though she uses this one on a lot of people

[my] dear - barbatos, so far only used impulsively once, but which becomes more frequent in future

paws - satan, shamelessly borrowed from anon

little dove - simeon, used once so far, but which is likely to make a comeback

wizard of shoes - solomon, as part of a running joke

overlord terror of the sands, duke of the sea turtles, bestie - any of a number of titles ik has slowly accumulated throughout her various running bits with levi

category two: special occasions

[my] lovely - simeon, in the same why english teachers in the uk often do

treasure - mammon

(something in a now obselete language that translates to) 'light of my eyes' - popular several generations ago, now probably only ever used by lucifer

something derived from these lines from an old devildom poem: "that which dreams like bottled lightning / sparks hope that grows from rot / to scatter wishes across the starry sky / and sever old threads at the cloth" - which only diavolo seems to understand

[my] precious/sweet/many other adjectives girl - asmo when very very drunk

brave hero - levi, making an effort to cheer her up

#answering asks #anon asks #luke and beel don't use any nicknames #for luke it's more because he and ik are in the same. generation i guess #and it'd feel weird for him to use a diminutive nickname #and anyway he likes ik's name as is (mostly just because it is ik's name)#for beel it's because he's very frank and often literal-minded and to him #he doesn't need to give ik an affectionate nickname because to him her name is already a term of affection #being that the Concept of ik is just synonymous with family to him #for both of them it's just this: ik's name contains Multitudes

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bonefall · 10 months

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Mousewhisker such an interesting choice for Ice’s one and only apprentice. I’d really like to know what went into that choice and the kind of relationship they have, What lessons did iceheart bestow on mouse and how did they shape him?

In Firestar's head, it makes perfect sense. Iceheart is an outsider, but both widely lauded and feared. He has slain a tyrant but knows the great value of life, he joined out of genuine love for ThunderClan, and accompanied them on the Great Journey out of a desire to help.

Firestar would love for him to teach at least one apprentice, it would be a great honor no matter who it was.

He knew it had to be Mousepaw during Mousefur's Mixed Clan stunt. Yes, they were shouted down (he loves his daughter so much) and the Clan ripped into the three troublemakers, but suddenly Firestar realized he had been too lenient on that little group. He needed to send a message-- a strong one.

So, Iceheart would mentor Mousepaw. Brambleclaw had gone on a religious journey and found their new home, he was overdue for his first apprentice and had the energy to handle rowdy little Berrypaw, and Hazelpaw...

Well he can't give her to Dustpelt like he had been planning after that stunt. He'll need to think about that one.

Iceheart and Mousewhisker

BB!Mousewhisker's personality, I've always seem him as a MACHO MAN. He thinks he's cool, he wants to be cool. He's got a kind of easygoing and disaffected air to him, but it's an act. He's a ham.

I think he IS cool, but not the way he thinks he is. He thinks he's cool because he's a big strong boy, but he's cool because he's never bothered. He is just the sort of guy who is never stressed out, you know? He ends up being unintentionally hilarious, fussing up his fur instead of stressing about an upcoming fight.

And that "real" coolness is something that comes from Iceheart. He's never scared, he's always confident, nothing shakes him. Even when there's real danger, he's calm and calculating. When Mousepaw was young, he LOVED that. He wanted that for himself so bad that it became part of him without knowing it. Mouse didn't have a dad of his own-- so Iceheart fills that role for him perfectly

I think Iceheart likes to show off for him sometimes. Rarely. But Sometimes, he indulges him. Glances over his shoulder during a spar and sees the kiddo all starry-eyed, and whispers under his breath to his sparring partner;

"leap at me, but don't be afraid."

Before he WHIRLWINDS them off-balance with a blow to the shoulder after their jump, and a swift pin. His partner-- let's say it was Brackenfur, feels their breath catch in their throat. It's easy to forget that Old Man Iceheart is the Beast of BloodClan sometimes. He can't say he wasn't warned though.

He never does teach Mousepaw the... the Tunnelbunning. That would be in poor taste.

I think he's disappointed when he learns that Mouse trained in the Dark Forest, and feels like he failed him. Did he not teach him the value of peace? Did he indulge him too much? Was he so desperate to learn a killing move because he didn't teach him his own?

But, before Mousewhisker gets his Dishonor Title, he does get to say goodbye to his beloved mentor, and apologize. He feels ashamed that he was involved with the plot that eventually killed Iceheart, and misses him every day.

#I was originally writing Hazeltail as the trans one between them but the more I think about it #Mouse kinda has T boy energy (affectionate)#BB!Mousewhisker #BB!Iceheart #better bones au

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starry-hughes · 23 days

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mat is def pissed at kyle

“hey calm down and breathe. what’s wrong?” mat asks eden. “i went to kyle’s because i thought him and i were friends and he tried kissing me and i didn’t want that and i didn’t want to stay there with him. i thought he was my friend barzy.”

he frowns and hugs her tightly and brings her inside and sits her on the couch. “want me to give my advice?”

she nods. “matt rempe is perfect for you and you need him. i saw how you were when you were with him. and don’t be like me and date a bunch of people or go back and forth with the same person. just commit with him and tell him how you feel. so what if he’s a rangers player? i don’t care, the team doesn’t care. we just care that you’re happy.”

she sniffles and nods. he gets her a blanket and some snacks. “here kiddo, i got someone on the phone for you.”

“beau!”

“so you were dating a rangers player?”

#eden and matt

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queermentaldisaster · 2 months

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“I won't give up until we're free.”

This is Diane! Xey're fifteen, clocking in as the oldest of the quartet. It gets adopted by Farah and Alex.

Diane was the last one to be rescued. Xey were transferred to a lab in Urzikstan, and were rescued shortly after Farah lost the missiles to Konni, having been chasing a lead that led her to the lab where Diane was. It was, by far, the worst off of the quartet as xey were constantly fighting and disobeying the handlers.

It's much like Farah. Stubborn, smart, kind, always fights for the right thing. Xey never stopped fighting for its freedom, and the freedom of the other hybrids.

(I am surprised y'all haven't figured out who's been conducting the experiments on these kiddos yet. Or maybe you have and you're keeping it secret??? Tell me if you haveeee!!!)

@forestshadow-wolf @the-starry-raven

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty mw3 #call of duty mwiii #cod mw3 #cod mwiii #cod modern warfare 3 #cod oc #cod oc: diane

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