#buddy fudgers

[tbhmanchester]

whatever. Go my shitposts

[unblissfulawareness]

Things I think the Dangerverse did as toddlers (ft the parents)

Ray - ambushed his dad by sweetly asking him to sit at the kitchen table and abruptly climbed onto his shoulders. He did this twice before Carl figured out it was a game and played along when he was in a good mood

Schwoz - crawled around with a blanket over his head and yelled “I’m not here” (his own language ofc) while bumping into his mother’s legs

Henry - stiff car seat entry. Only for Kris. She had to fold him in half like a disconnected door hinge and hope he didn’t fall through her arms with all his squirming.

Piper - “NOT YOU, ONLY ME” whenever someone sang along to the radio

Charlotte - had a favorite stuffed animal. Immediate meltdown mode if it was moved an inch to the left of where she’d put it. Tried to put it on the lit stove once. This turned into fifteen minutes of trying to put her in her room for being unsafe

Jasper - slept in a cupboard. Not for neglect reasons, he just appreciated the enclosed space. The family cat did wonders for his sense of where all the small things are he could fit in. Unfortunately this also resulted in him getting his head stuck in a railing more than once

Mika - “moooooom. Mama! Mama! Moooooommmmmuhhhhhh!” *deep sigh* “Yes Mika?” “…nevermind” *internal screaming*

Miles - Velcro kid. He didn’t care where he was just don’t put him down 😤

Bose - iPad baby while he mom was dealing with her vices (mostly ppl in almost power but she probably got herself fucked up here and there)

Chapa - got caught eating sugar out of the bowl, stared into her mother’s eyes as she took another bite and then threw the whole thing to the floor

Buddy - banged on the window with excited screeches whenever his dad came home. Waited for a week after Drex got arrested. Cried the first few days, and then forgot about him for a bit

[spacetwoofmanyfrontiers]

it's always been kind of weird to me how some dangerverse kids seem to age much faster than others - like, piper at 12 looks older than the main three at 13. and it's also strange to see the way the characters change over the years - when you look at a picture of s1 henry and then s5 henry there are differences. so today i finally gave in to the urge to make this and wasted a good hour and a half

i couldn't find buddy's age on the wiki so i just used his actor's age. apparently buddy is a year older than the df kids?? which just feels wrong. also it was SUCH a pain to find pictures of the df kids from the right seasons

[prettyprincessbyers]

I can VERY VIVIDILY imagine this boy listening to the most sad emo indie music to ever be created after reading an angst filled my little pony fic and saying "gee wilikers, I sure am feeling sad!" Well staring at the ceiling of his bedroom that has those little light up star stickers.

[ten-thousand-aromantic-bees]

🗣☺️ for the wip ask game?

:D <3

🗣 Share your favorite dialogue exchange.

hmm- due to recency bias, i'll go with some fun dialogue i just wrote today. <3 out-of-context piece of a conversation between chapa, bose, and buddy. <3

"No, that just means you're questioning your gender for the third time this week. And Miles said that if it gets to four before the weekend then we have to let Mika give her slideshow presentation about gender to help you figure things out. And, Bose? I love you, I would kill for you, I wish you the best of luck in your journey of self-discovery- but Mika's presentation is two and a half hours long. And I am not sitting through that. So we're just- going to come back to that later." She paused. "Like. This weekend. Sleepover." Bose nodded, grinning. "Sounds good." Buddy blinked. "…I think I lost the metaphor."

☺️ Share a happy line.

snippet of percy jackson AU bose & chapa fluff. <3

He couldn't help the triumphant grin as he immediately curled into her side, dropping his head against her shoulder with a sleepy hum. Chapa scoffed at him. "You're a scheming jerk." The comment was somewhat undercut by the fact that she had already started rubbing soft circles into the back of his sweater by the time the words left her mouth. "I'm your favorite ever." Bose countered with a yawn, eyes closing again. He had almost fully slipped back into sleep, content with the affection and warmth radiating off the other demigods, when he heard the muttered response. "…yeah, you are." Quiet enough that she probably didn't think he could hear.

thanks for the ask!! :D <3

[bomikalover]

Stuck In The Rain.

I miss df and Bomika, so I wrote this little story for fun. Just to write again, as I'm kinda working on other projects and thought it would be fun to write a mindless, short one-off. It ends unresolved but maybe i'll write more if i want to continue it. enjoy :)

Raindrops began to fall gently from the night sky, creating a soft patter against the pavement. However, within moments, the drizzle intensified into a relentless downpour, transforming the quiet evening into a symphony of heavy rain. The five teens sought refuge under the dimly lit bus stop, their silhouettes barely visible against the curtain of rain that obscured their surroundings. The night had taken on an ominous tone, with the roar of thunder echoing in the distance, making it nearly impossible to see even a foot ahead.

Mika, visibly frustrated, was the first to break from the tight circle of her friends. She brushed a strand of her damp hair away from her face, her expression a mix of annoyance and despair. "You have got to be kidding me," she exclaimed, her voice rising above the sound of the rain. "Why tonight of all nights?" She plopped down on the weathered bench, slumping her shoulders in defeat and glancing enviously in the direction of the light spilling from nearby buildings.

Bose, sitting beside her, sensed her irritation and placed a comforting arm around her shoulders. His warm demeanor was a calming presence amid the storm. “Hey, it could be worse,” he said, trying to uplift her spirits with an encouraging smile, though the corners of his own mouth barely lifted in the bleak weather.

Chapa, unimpressed and clearly on edge, leaned back against the corner of the bus stop, tapping her foot impatiently. The frustration in her voice was palpable. “We could be cramped together under an abandoned bus stop while all our friends are at the biggest college party of the year,” she added, her tone a mixture of sarcasm and envy. The thought of the festivities they were missing, combined with the uncomfortable reality of their patrol duty, hung heavily in the damp air, exacerbating her simmering annoyance.

The kids had finally reached their senior year, which opened the doors to the vibrant, electrifying world of college parties. Thanks to Chapa’s older cousin, who was a couple of years ahead of them, the group found themselves with exclusive invites to nearly every raucous gathering on the Swelliew College campus. Chapa, ever the thrill-seeker, relished the chaotic atmosphere. These parties were notorious for their underage drinking, wild dancing, and frequent scuffles that could erupt at any moment. For Chapa, it was the perfect playground.

Miles, on the other hand, was drawn in by the chance to meet new people. He felt a pulse of excitement at the idea of stepping beyond the neatly laid path that life had mapped out for him. Each party was an opportunity to explore different personalities and stories, transforming the ordinary high school experience into a thrilling venture that made him feel alive.

Mika approached these parties seeking a rescue from the overwhelming pressures that had been weighing on her. Nights spent fretting over college applications, grades, and the anxiety of the future consumed her thoughts, and the parties offered a short escape—a fleeting taste of what it felt like to be a carefree teenager. Amid the chaos, she could momentarily forget about her looming responsibilities and simply enjoy the moment.

For Buddy, these parties represented a crucial space to connect with others who shared his experiences. Being gay in Swellview provided its own set of challenges, and while there was some representation, it often didn't resonate with his reality. He wasn’t interested in turning to figures like Frankini for guidance on queer issues; he sought out genuine connections. Attending these parties fostered community for him, as he met other queer individuals who shared raw, authentic life stories that reflected his own struggles and aspirations. Together, they formed bonds that would offer him a sense of belonging as he transitioned to college life.

Then there was Bose, the one who always seemed to sit on the sidelines. The parties held little appeal for him; he preferred the comfort of home, where he could indulge in his favorite TV shows and enjoy quiet moments with his friends. In the past, they had all bonded over these simple pleasures, but lately, he felt isolated. As the designated driver, he maintained his sobriety while his friends immersed themselves in the party scene. He never quite understood the allure of college life. For him, the notion of spending four years just to earn a piece of paper that only promised a marginally better chance at achieving one’s dreams felt ridiculously pointless. Nonetheless, he knew he would follow Mika to college, supporting her journey, even if he struggled to grasp the appeal of the path ahead.

Bose rolled his eyes dramatically, exasperation creeping into his voice as he said, “Well, yes, but at least we have each other. Just imagine how miserable it would be if we were alone in this.” He gestured broadly to the dreary scene around them. Miles, perched on the second bench with a slouch that suggested both weariness and incongruity, quipped back, “Then I’d have more room.” He flashed a brief smirk. Chapa, her gaze fixed on the ground, nodded in agreement, pointing at Miles with a hint of sarcasm dancing in her eyes.

Standing close by, Buddy, ever the peacemaker, lightly smacked Miles on the arm, his tone soft yet firm, “Guys, come on. He’s just trying to cheer her up. Can we at least try to see the glass half full, please?” As his words hung in the air, an awkward silence enveloped the group, punctuated only by the relentless patter of rain on the concrete surface, growing heavier by the moment.

Chapa, feeling the weight of the gloom, slid down against the tempered glass of the bus stop shelter, tucking her knees tightly to her chest as she sat on the damp ground. Next to her was an old advertisement peeling off for some failed science invention that seemed as disregarded as their current predicament. “Personally, I believe that glass was never full to begin with,” she mumbled under her breath, her voice barely breaking the silence, while gripping her knees tighter as if seeking solace in the embrace of her own body.

Bose, feeling a spark of desperation, stood up and shook his head, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Miles, do you have enough energy to teleport us out of here?” He asked hopefully. Miles let out a weary sigh, rubbing his hands down his face in frustration. “We wouldn't be stuck here if I had that ability,” he replied, irritation lacing his words, while the weight of reality hung heavily on him. Turning toward Buddy, the telekinetic continued, “Buds, surely you’ve got some genius invention that can stop this rain?”

A faint smile tugged at Buddy’s lips, but the sorrow in his eyes did not dissipate. “Sorry, but all my devices have been used up, and believe me, none of them are waterproof,” he lamented, casting a glance at the rain-soaked landscape.

Bose ran a hand through his hair in exasperation, glancing at the sky as if willing it to clear. Suddenly, an idea sparked, and he snapped towards Chapa, “Can’t you shoot a lightning bolt at the sky and short-circuit the clouds?” he asked, his voice filled with a mix of desperation and disbelief.

Chapa’s brows furrowed in concentration as she shook her head. “No way, I can’t do that,” she replied, her expression a blend of frustration and resignation. Bose sighed heavily, a groan escaping his lips as he turned away, feeling a sense of hopelessness wash over him.

With a deep breath, he lifted his hands toward the sky, stepping forward enough to stay mostly dry beneath the shelter, though he could still feel the rain seeping through and soaking the tips of his Vans. “Maybe I can use enough brain power to manipulate the rain upward or move the clouds to a place that no one cares about, like New Jersey!” he exclaimed, attempting to inject a hint of humor into the dreary situation, though the laughter remained trapped in their throats.

Bose stood rigidly, his focus sharp despite the biting cold of the rain-soaked air. Water dripped steadily from his sleeves, pooling on the ground beneath him. Each drop felt like ice against his skin as his muscles tightened, the chill gnawing at him, sending a shiver down his spine. As his feet began to grow numb, he summoned one last surge of energy, pushing against the weight of the discomfort before finally dropping his arms, completely spent. He took deep, ragged breaths, his chest rising and falling slowly, the burn of exertion heightened by the frigid downpour.

Mika, sensing his turmoil, gently placed a comforting hand on his back. “The rain will settle soon, honey. We just have to wait it out—” Before she could finish, Bose jerked away, shaking off her touch like it was a wet blanket. He turned to face her, an edge of frustration in his voice. “What, so we can just walk to that stupid party?”

Mika's eyes widened in surprise, stepping back as Miles rose to his feet, trying to defuse the tension. “Dude, just calm down. Mika was just saying—”

“I know what she was saying,” Bose interrupted sharply, his voice rising above the sound of the rain pounding on the roof of the bus stop. “We wait it out until the rain stops, then we march off to the party. And once we get there, you four split off, having fun, drinking, talking, playing games, and making new friends. Meanwhile, I’m left behind, usually stuck in the car, waiting for you all to come back.” The words hung heavy in the air, each accusation echoing in the silence that followed.

Outside, the rain drummed louder, almost drowning out the world beyond their small circle. Chapa stood nearby, brushing off bits of mud from her jeans, her expression shifting from concern to disbelief. “You wait in the car?”

Bose’s gaze dropped to his soaked shoes, their squelchy discomfort a bitter reminder of his predicament. The sight of his friends, who were all dry and cozy in their clothing, only deepened his sense of isolation. He sniffled, his voice barely audible over the downpour. “Seems like we don’t know anything about each other anymore.”

Buddy stepped forward, his brow furrowed with worry. “Bose, are you okay?”

With a sharp intake of breath, Bose turned away, his emotions boiling over. “I’m going home. You guys have fun at your party.” Without waiting for a response, he dashed away, not caring that the rain soaked his clothes or that the bitter wind made the cold even harsher. He didn’t stop to think about where he was running; he just needed to escape.

Bose staggered to a stop at a bus stop roughly ten minutes down the road, his energy waning with each step. As he hit the concrete, a gust of frigid air filled his lungs, sharp and biting. In a moment of raw frustration, he ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, tugging at the strands in desperation as tears began to well up in his eyes. “Stupid, stupid, stupid!” he muttered fiercely under his breath, the words almost a mantra as he sank down, folding over his knees and letting the sobs crash over him like waves. For five long minutes, he lost himself in his emotions, the world around him fading away until a familiar sound broke through his despair.

“Bose! Bose, honey, are you out here?” The voice rang out like a lifeline in the darkness.

Mika.

As soon as the urgency punctuated her call, Mika took off in a sprint, her heart pounding not only from exertion but from an instinctive need to find him. Though she quickly realized that Bose had a head start and would be hard to catch, she refused to relent; she wouldn’t stop until she held him in her arms again. She scanned the street, her eyes darting across familiar landmarks until her gaze caught on another bus stop across the street—a dimly lit silhouette hunched dejectedly against the cold concrete. Her heart raced as she squinted, trying to discern the figure shrouded in shadows. Just as she was about to turn away, uncertainty gnawing at her, the flickering light from a nearby lamppost cast a brief glow, revealing the unmistakable sight of her boyfriend’s worn, tattered, checkered print Vans. “Bose!” she shouted, her voice cracking with urgency, and without a moment's hesitation, she raced over, her feet pounding against the pavement.

Kneeling in front of him, she locked eyes with Bose, who looked up at her with red-rimmed eyes, filled with pain and sorrow. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing him as tightly as she could, pouring all her worries and love into that embrace. “I couldn’t…I couldn’t find you,” she whispered, her voice trembling as tears spilled down her cheeks.

Mika refused to let go, anchoring herself to him as Bose instinctively shifted his arms to wrap around her lower back, pulling her closer. As she nestled into him, the warmth of their connection gave him a small measure of comfort. Bose lowered his head into her shoulder, allowing the dam within him to break further. He cried harder, the sound mingling with her ragged breaths, both of them trembling in the embrace, seeking solace in each other’s presence as the cold air surrounded them.

[carabinerbracelets]

how do you think henry handled ray forgiving drex?

I love this question actually

so I think it'd go in stages, the first stage would be after he's told he thinks it's a joke, he thinks that it's a really mean spirited joke and is like "don't say that it isn't funny"

then when he finally admits to himself it's not a joke he tries to rationalize, he asks if drex spent time going to therapy, or doing community service, maybe both, he assumes drex must have put in incredible effort to ever be forgiven

when he's told that no they just did the M.I.L.E.S method he's pissed off

he has a bad reaction and he isn't talking to ray and then he meets buddy and assumes ray decided to put things aside for the sake of his step son

hen starts to come to terms with it and then he goes to talk to ray and opens with "it was really big of you to try and make sure that you have a working relationship with your step son's entire family" and ray's like "what? no I was practicing to forgive credenza for watching a new episode of genuine moments without me. I didn't even know drex was buddy's dad at the time"

and henry gets really mad again because forgiving a nemesis for trying to kill henry was seen as less difficult than forgiving someone ray loved who watched tv without him

and they fight like the end of hd

eventually henry learns to live with it because he really does love ray, but he never forgives drex and avoids him at all cost

henry-way this turned a bit more into the whole situation I think would happen and not just specifically hen's thoughts lol

hope it answers your question tho!

also hen would never ever be upset with buddy over who his dad is because he doesn't believe in blaming the son for the crimes of the father and he actually finds buddy really cool and likes hanging out with him (I love them both I need them to like each other)

[craseycazy]

dyna-mi-te? must be italian (/ref)