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rainbowangel110 · 2 years ago
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Dipper was fucking hype
Marcy was NO GOD WHY ANDRIUS YOU ASSHOLE MARCY NO FUCK GOD- ..... Okay they're kinda cool but still!!!!
Hunter was Pain Agony Oh my god Why why must the boy suffER FLAPJACK NO NO NO FUCK OH HOD HE'S DROWNING FUCK-
Catra was.... Oh shit. OH SHIT
#Idk about Callum I haven't seen The Dragon Prince so......#But Hunter all the way#Cuz that whole moment no one won basically#Dipper was fun to watch (“Let's see enny menny minny..... YOU!”) come on that shit was ICONIC#Darcy was awful in the beginning but once we got to know The Core it was kinda fun to watch#until you get reminded that this is an amalgamation of amphibians that wanna concur entire worlds#The fight in All In was fucking epic though#“Okay. Let's rumble girlfriend.” AUGH#Catra was “OH GOD (fear)” to “OH GOD (hype)” cuz S5 SHE RA FORM IS SO COOL OH MY GOD HELL YEAH#We won those fights#We had a victory for the protagonists in a way (okay Dipper didn't really but still)#Darcy was defeated and Andrius surrendered which stopped the invasion and sent the trio back to Amphibia (also the Core but still)#We got FUCKING S5 SHE RA FORM WHICH IS A WIN OF IT'S OWN!!!#We acquired a Horde Clone which helped immensely (Krytis which led to Melog and finding Horde Prime's weakness!)#But Possessed Hunter?#Almost a total loss there#Belos regained his body in a way#Luz and Hunter's secrets that they weren't ready to share yet got spilled#FLAPJACK GOT CRUSHED#HUNTER ALMOST DIED (Or he actually did and Flap revived him IDK)#Flapjack dying#The only win was going back to the Demon Realm and even getting there everyone had a hard time#Luz's guilt complex#Hunter just having lost his best friend#Willow trying to be the Reliable One#Thank god it worked out#the owl house#she ra and the princesses of power#amphibia#gravity falls
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frick-yes-dragons · 2 years ago
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some notes from Cissy's post-hoot
hunter bi and willow pan!!!!
Raine has moved into the owl house, whether or not they married Eda is up to fans' interpretation (Though Dana did mention marriage shouldn't be required to define love). In any case, they are in a loving relationship
DOES THAT MEAN RAINE HAS TO SLEEP IN THE NEST??
odalia and Alador did promptly get a divorce <33
the blight kids live w Alador and only rarely visit Odalia, and don't put up with any of her shit
King's tower was built and hidden by someone with amnesia..... BAT QUEEN?
Hooty probably spends most of his time away from the owl house as port-a-hooty, with Lilith, working as a curator at the museum
stringbean has been visible in the show logo since the very first episode (!), visible in the S and the L when it's flipped upside down
The collector does visit the isles often and is in frequent contact with king (but there was no confirmation if they've found or interacted with the archivists)
no comments were made as to whether Vee and Masha are still dating, but Vee did definitely have a crush on them
Luz finished high school on the isles, spending weekends and holidays in the demon realm
Flapjack was a gift to Caleb from Evelyn, and was probably the turning point in both their relationship and in caleb's acceptance of magic
neither Hunter nor Eda know about Eda's relation to Evelyn and Caleb (but it was hinted Gwendolyn might...)
The shack behind Luz's house where the portal is was originally where Caleb and Phillip lived; it was basically a ruin until Eda fixed it up during her time in the human realm
eda carved Owlbert herself, AFTER she got cursed as a way of reclaiming and accepting the owlbeast
Raine's palisman was hidden as part of their violin (you can see the head in the scroll). It did not die when the violin got smashed, and Dell helped repair the staff
This is all I can remember for now, feel free to add anything that I missed! Hopefully we get more of these behind the scenes discussions of the show, if you haven't seen the video I've put the link under the break <33
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therealslimshakespeare · 10 months ago
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Dear John | Part 2
Masters of the Air Fanfiction
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Series Summary: Major John Egan wasn’t the pen-pal sort but a couple of hours into a dark night full of writing condolence letters he finds himself wondering why he never tried his hand at the nicer forms of correspondence. Who better to reanimate his numb inspiration than the glamorous Miss Lana Tierney? -the army’s girl next door, the pinup so prolific she was practically a wall paper print and Bucky’s long-standing cinematic crush. It’s not like she’ll read it anyways. Right? Right.
Warnings: suggestive language, crass vocabulary, the vintage form of sexting -honestly this is mostly fluffy in reply to his more overt letter
Author’s note: after episode four I’ve got feelings and fics for this universe that are far ahead of these establishing pieces. So I’ve gone ahead and tossed this preliminary one out but I may very well skip around and ahead to October next. At least now y’all know: she wrote him back. Hehe. If it’s of interest, I’ll probably end up writing John’s reaction to receiving this response as well as Gale’s response to realizing his friend actually went and sent that awful thing.
Date: Early August, 1943
Dear John, (I’m sorry Major Egan, I just had to)
Thank you for your kind letter of the 18th. It’s been many years since I received so delightful a correspondence or so candid an expression of admiration. And you should know I keep most of the letters the sweet people of this country send me. They’re stacked in quite an orderly fashion in my various garages, kept for the rainy days to peruse and keep the blues away and also so I might try very hard to reply. I don’t take such affection for granted. It’s humbling really, always has been, to be so loved by folks but it’s another level entirely to be singled out by someone as brave and impressive as yourself.
I found your letter to be heartfelt and wonderfully brave and in an effort to be equally transparent, you should know that when I finished it I clutched it to my breast and whispered half a dozen prayers for you. Or as you might say, I held it to my knockers.
That’s an awful word, you must know that Major.
As is “rack”, for that matter, but I’ve a sneaking suspicion that you would make it sound charming as even your blotted paper was electric. How could you dare to praise my film set flapjacks and mention making babies? I’m fizzing just glancing at it. You really must be quite the fella and I’m terribly sad now that our rendezvous, such as you say it was, got cut short. You must reprimand your friend -Buck, is it?- and tell him he did an bad deed that night. There’s nothing I like better than duets and hamburgers, we might’ve been one of the great loves by now if he hadn’t meddled. But don’t be too hard on him, if he’s the sort to take it well, kiss him for me, after you chide him.
But since we are being honest, I must admit, reading your letter, being privy to your thoughts, seeing myself through your eyes as it were - dear man, I feel rather riled. Quite riled, in fact. Why, I haven’t felt riled in a while, not like this. Not like an ordinary girl with an extraordinary boy. Do you know what I mean?
Maybe you don’t.
I mean regular, old fashioned flustered. That’s what you’ve made me. And thank you for that, John. Can I call you Johnny? I wonder if you’re the nickname sort, or if you’re real stern and serious, a real John-John. Not a Johnny at all. But either way, I think you deserve a treat, for being so nice, Major Egan. For reminding me I can feel my pulse somewhere besides my wrists before a show -and for all you’re doing in the war, besides. There seems to be no safer hands to trust this to, you do seem so very fond of them, I am led to believe you’d be protective of them, too.
Enclosed is something for the personal morale, I hope you’ll think of me nightly with it at hand, in fact, I’m so excited about it I’ve taken this ill advised measure to insure you do. I’d very much like a report, do they live up to your expectations? They’re homegrown, after all, I hadn’t much say in them but now I’ve got them, I don’t see why they shouldn’t do their bit to keep you alive. A small sacrifice.
One of those reasons you mentioned, John, you’ve so many of them, more than you know. A million souls over here rooting you on, insisting you make it out the other side.
I’m forefront among them, I’ll be scanning the crowd when I come to Europe -because I will, at your invitation. Perhaps if you send me a picture of your own mug I won’t be looking a fool asking every man in uniform if I remind them of an acorn. Are you going to tell me what on earth that means? I’ve tried to work it out but I always end up with some mathematical conundrum and I just know in my heart of hearts you wouldn’t let me down like that, would you Major? It’s something awfully salacious, isn’t it? Please let it be!
I’m a vain little thing and I can’t deny the way this poor heart of mine is all pitter pattering at the thought of you being so awful while also so nice. It’s a strange blend, and rather like my coke, I do prefer my men mixed.
Best wishes, may you have cloudless skies and fresh coffee to your heart's content. My sources -and I’ve excellent ones, an upside of working the war bond circuit- tell me you’re airforce. I think that’s remarkable and I hope you give that picture some thought. Mine, and yours.
Your vain little friend,
Julia Jean Turner
P.S.-I’m only ever ‘The Lana Tierney ‘ to strangers, and we aren’t strangers now, are we? not if you’re to take my picture to your bunk. i suspect you may have already taken that liberty. who’s to say I did not take similar liberties upon reading certain stirring passages of your letter? Xx 💋
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Whew this week was a doozy wasn’t it? Here’s some fluff for those of y’all who needed it, and I can promise angst soon for those who want to stay in the soul shattering mood. Hope you enjoy. Feedback is a writer’s lifeblood, let me hear your screams.
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afreakingdork · 29 days ago
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You Are My Sunshine, My Only Moonshine - Chapter 19
RotTMNT x Reader
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@anixolt is back this week with yet another stunning piece! What's bothering Donnie? Read on to find out!
Rated: Teen and Up Audiences
Relationships: Michelangelo (TMNT)/Reader, Michelangelo (TMNT)/You, Donatello (TMNT)/Reader, Donatello (TMNT)/You
Warnings: POV Second Person, Gender Neutral Reader, Anxious Reader, Introverted Reader, Stuttering, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Romance, Love, Love Confessions, Falling In Love, Unrequited Love, Rejection, Aromantic Asexual Michelangelo (TMNT), Bisexual Donatello (TMNT), Pansexual Leonardo (TMNT), Lesbian Cassandra Jones | Foot Recruit, Demisexual April O'Neil (TMNT), Implied Cassandra Jones | Foot Recruit/April O'Neil/Sunita, Endgame Donatello (TMNT)/Reader, Romantic Love, Platonic Love, Panic Attacks, Sexuality Crisis, Agoraphobia, Social Anxiety, Happy Ending, Fluff
Synopsis:  You’ve lost most of your life to anxiety and fear. Now, in your late 20s, you are desperate to reclaim it and during one such outing you encounter the sun personified. With his and his similarly celestially inspired family, will you finally reach your goal or will you lose yourself along the way?
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“… Can stacking competition certificate, cup stacking competition certificate, Oreo stacking competition certificate…” Mikey counted off each accolade with a tap against a fine tablecloth.
You were trying not to laugh the food out of your mouth.
“I have a whole folder dedicated to stacking related awards! I could go on!” While that was what he said, he actually went to take a bite of a piece of bacon.
“W-why would Oreo hold something l-like that?” You got your bite down.
“Big Nabisco works in mysterious ways!” He took on a mind blown look before he came back down. “This is nice. I’m having fun. Are you having fun?”
You had an ‘of course’ loaded, but you’d also taken another bite of croissant.
Mikey accepted an enthusiastic nod instead.
The brunch restaurant was gorgeous.
The crowds were thin.
The food was exquisite.
Your server rarely returned.
You were in great company.
It was the making of a perfect day.
“Sorry… it’s been awhile…” You eventually got out.
He blew a raspberry and waved you off.
“No… I am!” You pressed. “This is the… first time in… over a month?”
“Counting or not counting the grubby run in at the lab?” Mikey’s attention bobbed somewhere behind you.
You stiffened and looked over your shoulder to find a waiter heading your way.
You sank down into your seat so you could prepare your retort for the staff.
You would shake your head if they asked if you needed anything else.
You would nod if they asked if things were good.
You couldn’t mix those up.
“Can I help you?” The waiter asked kindly.
Your eyes shot wide as both your prepared actions couldn’t answer the question. 
“Oh, oops! Actually I was…” Mikey trailed off before chuckling. “You know what!? I’ll get something else! A stack of pancakes, my good man!”
“You got it!” The gentleman’s shoes slipped away from your view.
You peeked at your best friend.
“Apparently I flagged him!” He laughed.
You remembered the wave and came up with wobbling lips.
“I really was debating cakes, no worries. Must be fate!”
“Fate pancakes.” You smiled.
“Fate flapjacks!” He adjusted.
“Alliteration is good… um…?” You thought hard. “Fate… crepe?”
“Oh, a slant rhyme, I dig it!”
You felt satisfied and cornered off some eggs with your fork.
“But yeah, dating’ll do that to ya! Especially when you’re obsessed with each other like you guys are!”
You almost got the food to your mouth and froze.
“Like, Leo is the worst!” Mikey sang the phrase. “He gets so absorbed when he’s crushing! At least when Donnie’s face is glued to his cell, you know he’s not listening. Leo could be looking right at you, be in a conversation with you, actively answering what you’re saying, and he’ll just suddenly be like, ‘Do you think so-and-so likes pizza?’ Like bro, we were talking beach episodes, where are you even?!”
You heard a plop as your forkful flopped back down on your plate.
“Raph’s the best. He’s cute because you can drop a name and he’ll explode with embarrassment! He turns his signature color straight through the green, but otherwise, he’s the same. He listens. He’s there for you and by that I mean me. He makes an effort. You make an effort and I am talking about you this time!” He slapped his own palm in emphasis.
You scheduled brunch, you reminded yourself.
Mikey had told you he wanted it, but you had pushed to make it so. 
You made time because it had been awhile.
You missed your best friend. 
It still stung as you thought maybe you weren’t making as much of an effort or showing that as much as you could.
“I get it with you guys though! Your whole start to dating was messy so you’re making up time! Plus, you always text me! I’m only feeling like… a little left out like…” Mikey pinched his fingers in demonstration and they almost came together. He then peered through the microscopic part at you. “Maybe this much?”
“T-there haven’t been many family events…!”
“True!” He nodded his head in a sort of time.
“Mikey… I can’t stress how import-”
“We should plan one!”
You shared a look.
He broke out into a grin first. “What’s important?”
You looked away with a fluttering heart. “You.”
“Aww…!” He gushed.
“Donnie…” You returned your gaze for a different glance.
Mikey’s expression shifted for further affection.
“All of you. The Hamato. I’m so glad… we met…”
“Stop!” He tittered and almost flicked his wrist again, but thought better of it. “No more thanking parade! You’re onto the enjoying part! The easy part!”
“Easy…?” You sent him a knowing look.
“Okay so maybe you and Donnie started out as mortal enemies and then preconceived notions kept you two apart, which lead to only like a month of misery, but basically the same thing happened to us.”  
You waited.
“Except…” He turned to you. “The enemy part, but everything else!”
Your head tipped the slightest amount.
Right on time, Mikey buckled under the pressure. “Okay, it’s nothing alike!”
His pancakes arrived like a predestined cue to free him up. He forgot all about his through line and instead started talking about maple syrup. The one on the table was apparently the real kind and tapped upstate. You listened attentively, asked predictably if Mikey had ever tapped trees to which the answer was yes, and he explained why the boring process was one he never bothered to go through again.
All the while, you couldn’t stop thinking about his easy comment.
Were things easier now?
You didn’t really check in with your anxiety now because it had hit a steady current. It was there, you were better equipped than ever to handle it, and your goal of going out was getting easier and easier. After your last mega list entry, you and Donnie had decided that you were both due for regular dates first until a theater production caught your eye. You and your boyfriend discussed going at length until it was decided that you should. It was coming up soon and you were excited, but the company you kept was never a problem.
Being with Donnie was easy.
Though it bothered you that he seemingly always had his brain churning about how to act around you, it also seemed like that was something his mind did in general. You sympathized to an extent because you did the same, only it was for every other thing, but him. When you were with him, your cares were erased and energy appeared to flow. Whether it was speaking to him or moving with him, you felt like the two of you were in constant motion. Being together was a rehearsed dance that came with intrinsic steps.
“It is… easy…” You spoke the fondness you felt.
Mikey only hummed like he could read your mind and slid his plate over so you could have some pancakes as a reward.
“Let’s plan t-that family hangout…” You readied your fork.
“Yes!” Mikey beat his dish like an excited drum. “Okay, let’s see… What should we do…?”
“Uh… b-before that…O-one more t-thing…?”
He paused and looked up breezily.
“Did y-you… well… forgive me…?”
He blinked rapidly. “For what?”
You verbally chased Mikey around the flapjacks, but he never quite recalled having said you needed to be.
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Donnie could barely take his eyes off you.
Since you started dating, the burst of your existence seemed to never cease. You were a constantly collapsing neutron star and he was haplessly caught up in the surrounding nebula. As novel as you were, he also couldn’t imagine you any other way. You reached right through his very being to grab the long shielded raw side of his psyche and begged it to stay.
He found himself lighter. He laughed more often. He had an endless expanse with which to exceed some romantic lines he’d been holding onto for literal years and you accepted them as they were. You never faulted him for his theatrics and instead did your best to play along.
He adored you.
Which was why as you triple checked the off-Broadway booking before you even left the lair, he was entranced. Scrolling on your phone appeared like an event and the finer clothes you wore for the occasion only illuminated the backdrop of you. He withheld himself yet again, as he often did since his feelings were announced because, yet again, he was chancing moving too fast.
It was a welcomed speed, but he also wanted to savor it.
His favorite flavor of paradox, it was the oxymoron by which he lived his life. He craved structure and yet he also thrived on destruction. When rules were laid down, he appreciated living within them while also prodding them for their every hole. It was a scientific principle by any name and he adored the field.
Thus as you confirmed the tickets were still in your inbox, he happily took your hand to depart. It was one lulled car ride over to the theater. Instead of filling time with conversation, he allowed the show's mounting interest to linger. One you had both immediately been keen on, he snapped up seats and you prepared the checklist. Everything fell into place as it seemed to always do with you and you were soon mingling in a lobby with others.
A check at a counter waved you through and you were flighty on the way to the seats. You’d expressed concerns about being locked in which Donnie dispelled both by citing the Fire Codes of New York State among other things. The worry clearly persisted by your anxious head swings, so he snuck in close behind you. “Good afternoon, my darling passenger.”
You looked back at him with a curious tilt.
He wanted to whisk you away.
He wanted to keep you in his lab.
He’d study why you did the things you did to his heart on a molecular level.
Ah, but you just had to be cursed with autonomy.
“This is your pre-show announcement. We are about to sit down for our show which has a duration of about two hours and seven minutes…”
You giggled as you caught on and addressed him with your full attention.
He languished in it. “While you might be expected to stay in your seats, there is no seatbelt sign. Instead, it is asked that while the stage lights are on that you are to only keep silent.”
You nodded dutifully.
“Our emergency exits…” He brought up his hands as flags and conducted outward. “… are located there by the back right of the stage and behind me where you surely entered. These doors will remain unlocked during the performance in case of emergency or if you simply want to take a call.”
You patted one of his limbs. “I’m okay…”
“You are.” He leaned into you and you leaned up for his favorite move.
Kissing you was one thing.
Hugging you was another.
Seated in a press was rapidly rising up the ranks, but the act where you tucked your nose underneath his chin was his favorite intimacy. By any other eye, it was nothing, but a tap, but for Donnie it was the pinnacle. It was not only the first contact you ever willingly exerted on him, but it also came with closed eyes from you which was a sign of pure relaxation in his eyes. You always came away from the exchange especially endeared to him and it was his dream to spend a night sleeping just like that.
Which was far in the future, he scolded himself.
You leaned away and took your own flight attendant pose to gesture him down your row. He bowed in courtesy and led the way to the seats. The flapped hinge on the retractable seats made it easy to get down the line. It had been his choice to select seats in the dead center of the auditorium as it gave optimal viewing. He watched you test getting your seat down first, before he moved to join you.
The immediate crawl through his sleeves shook him to his very core.
As you looked back and forth between the stage and exit door, Donnie pinched the scratchy armrest. The fabric coating the chair had the quality of burlap and, with one flick of his fingers, he pinched off a fuzz. That meant more would soon coat his clothes, which was another irritant. He shifted at the prospect and again his skin lit. He would have dressed differently had he known. His current coverings were inoffensive, but weren’t designed to act as a barrier. They prevented direct contact with the shoddy seat, but they also rubbed which made him all the more aware of the wretched texture.
Donnie’s eye was on a never ending twitch when you finally settled. “How did the tickets look?”
Data would soothe him. “When I last checked the system, we were looking at 74% capacity.”
Your eye left him to watch the stream of people coming in.
Two hours and seven minutes.
Could he handle that?
All signs were pointing to no, so Donnie went on the mental offense.
There were all sorts of stores nearby and he could purchase any sort of drop cloth.
As long as it was thick enough then he’d be able to stand sitting here.
That meant leaving you.
The option was deleted from his idea pool.
He refused to be anything other than attendant.
He could take you with him.
That proved difficult only because that would be a last minute change.
You had done fabulously and the day was impossibly agreeable to you for your next mega list item.
Could he interfere?
He certainly didn’t want to.
He didn’t want to blemish his amazing boyfriend track record.
He wouldn’t trade one discomfort for another.
He could stand it.
He had dealt with other sensory nightmares.
What was one more?
If he stayed perfectly still then it almost wasn’t noticeable.
There would be the show.
It would be distracting.
He could go into enough stasis with both those things that it wouldn’t be an issue.
He would have to forsake any show cuddling, but he could bear that cross.
He would hold you afterward.
Walk with you and talk about what you had seen.
It helped.
He felt his roiling epidermis cool to tiny popping bubbles.
The heat was turned off.
He would cool down.
“You okay?”
He moved only his head to look at you. “Pardon?”
“You seem… distracted?”
That was one way to put it. “I want to be in the right mindset to evaluate the performance.”
It wasn’t a lie.
You would surely accept that answer.
“Should we have…” Your fingers flexed. “… a program?”
“Playbill and not all productions create them.”
“Oh…” Your crest fell.
He could get up and look.
There was a chance they’d forgotten.
That meant he would have to sit down again.
He perished the thought.
“I’m…” You perked up on your own. “… going to… go check… I think.”
You looked at him with determination in your eyes.
He would deny you nothing.
There was a chance he could bum a cover from the box office.
Any theater production worth their weight in salt had excess fabric lying around. 
That was a workable solution and he berated himself for not coming to it sooner.
He prepared himself for the scrape of standing.
It would be his last uncomfortable movement. 
“I’ll go.” You tapped his arm. “I’ll be quick… Save our seats?”
You had a prepared gleam in your eye.
You were already in the process of standing.
A mega list item was designed so you could exercise your strength.
You were going to prove to yourself that you could do anything.
He was your back up.
You garnered strength from him.
If only you knew upholstery. “They will go nowhere under my watchful eye.”
“That and the stage…!” You took a few steps away. “D-don’t let them start without me!”
“Never.” He watched lovestruck as you shyly slipped around people to exit.
That left him alone with this fucking chair.
He would no longer be civil and scooted toward the edge of his seat. It freed most of his thighs, his limbs, and the edges of his body from the prison of repugnant fabrics. Now only the clip of his ass was tensed through its layers and he debated standing. Looking up for refuge, he debated getting a closer look at the stage for the sake of it.
A tinny sound came from his left.
Donnie looked to find several musicians readying to lay down the soundtrack. Live music had its advantages and a few preparatory notes would come next as they made sure their instruments were in order. Music had always been a faithful distraction and he was no stranger to numbing volumes. He breathed deep to let the congruent sounds wash over him when the trumpet lifted.
It gave a limp squeal that spoke of an obvious malfunction.
The way the other musicians descended on the player perfectly mimicked the way bugs assaulted Donnie’s skin. They writhed and squirmed their way through his pores until his very being shook. His teeth would chatter if it were any other sense. Instead, he slammed his enamel together and squeezed until his jaw threatened to pop because at least that pressure was one he could control.
It was going to be one of those days.
He was no stranger to overload or meltdowns, but it had been awhile. He had long learned to heed the symptoms and work with them. Two maladies in less than 10 minutes said he was already on the sensory edge which meant he needed to look further back. He could categorize the signs to give himself better projections of how long his fortitude for irritants would last. Though it wasn’t acute, there had been a few notable instances since the day began. He had been unable to stomach what was on the menu for breakfast and lunch. He also snapped at Leo exactly three times though when it was happening it seemed justified.
At the time Donnie chalked them up to excitement for the mounting date, but now they read as trigger symptoms.
He was on a much shorter timetable than he anticipated. 
If he didn’t crawl into a comfortable hovel soon then he was teetering on edge of mental collapse. 
Sighing and immediately remembering he couldn’t slump back, he stared out towards the stage. A lighting technician was adjusting something and the cover to the strobe spun as a result. It singed Donnie’s eyes and he felt that dip in clarity towards rage. Years of washing out his temperament flared as a result and it was the only thing that kept him from yelling out about the terrible preparations the crew was going through.
It wasn’t their fault.
It wasn’t their fault.
This was how plays went. They made sure everything was perfect right up until the last moment. The lights had long been tooled for hitting their marks. Someone must have noticed it was the slightest bit off so it was getting that fine tuning. Instruments were fickle beasts that needed care. It sounded like the trumpet’s mouthpiece was off. That spoke to a recent cleaning and replacement must not have been set just right. It would be corrected. That was why musicians warmed up. That was why any of these pre-show tests were occurring; issues needed to be found now and not during a performance. 
They would all be fixed.
Donnie heard you apologize to some people who had sat further down the row.
You looked flustered, but not as put out as he had seen in you in the past when trying to get out of someone’s way. You had two white slips pinched close to your chest and you flicked him an excited gaze. So, it was success that was offsetting your fear. He loved that.
You were on your way to share your victory.
He needed to cancel.
He needed to call this date off.
As much as he wanted to indulge you, if he crushed your current spirit then there was no way he could live with himself.
If he did it now, he would minimize damage. 
It was better to have a controlled burn than torch the entire day. 
You wiggled down the row and were getting closer by the second.
He had to decide.
Either way he was squashing a portion of your spirit, but it was the amount of which that mattered. 
He supposed there was always a chance he could muster the strength to carry on.
“Donnie!” You couldn’t help but give a hushed shout when you were a few sets away.
He would harbor any port in any type of weather for you. “Seems you were successful.”
“They t-thanked me…” You got to your seat and basically slapped it down to sit. “They almost forgot to pass them out. H-here…”
A piece of paper was innocent enough.
He reached out to take the leaflet.
It had a strange composition and he could feel the rough fibers.
“They’re handmade… like… all of it! The paper too!”
“Huh…” His voice had an even keel compared to his mind.
His skin was being torn apart by the playbill.
His fingers were unraveling to bone. 
At the top of the page was one errant strand.
Something akin to the size of a hair.
It marred the already marbled surface.
It was the stuck pixel ready to break an otherwise perfect television screen.
“Now you can know who each actor is…” You looked over the page without the same disdain.
“Are you sure you want me to be able to pair a name with a face?” A voice like his own teased. “I believe the actors will be in the lobby after the showing. Rife time for questions, comments, or concerns.” 
“Uh oh! A Donnie review m-makes or breaks a performance.” You pretended to be concerned, but there was a rustling on stage. 
The hands marched off which signaled it was nearly curtain call.
The musicians took their places and Donnie could feel each valve press the trumpet did as he practiced his notes.
They decompressed his cranium.
In his hand, that splotch at the top of the playbill appeared to get larger and larger.
Its ink bled and dripped into the writing.
The scrawl there warbled as if ready to fall into his lap.
There were several pieces of fuzz that had already somehow peeled off the chair and landed on his lap.
They weighed thousands of pounds and crushed his legs.
He stared at them with wide eyes.
How did they get there?
When?
He hadn’t moved.
He could count each muscle group exerted.
The lights fell.
In time, Donnie’s head rose.
The auditorium doors were closed audibly.
You shuffled in your seat.
This was the supposed lock in.
Donnie was his own captive.
The crowd hushed.
A man walked out to start the play.
His suspenders had buckles.
The buckles caught the light.
The light went in Donnie’s eyes.
The man kept moving.
He monologued and Donnie guessed the terminology should be adjusted.
He used far too much of his body.
It kept reflecting his damned buckles.
Then he was leaving and it felt like relief until the band took a breath.
They played.
The notes went in harmony.
All technically in tune.
The breath is what grated his tympanum like cheese.
He was peeled each time they had to inhale.
Which was all of it.
Every note.
Every wet gasp.
Spit gathered in reeds and catches.
It spewed out into aerosol.
He was inhaling it.
The sound was choking him.
Actors flooded out.
Talk.
Dance.
Movement.
Loud.
They stepped in it.
They expressed their own.
Spit.
Drivel.
Sputtering.
His chair was soaked.
He hunched forward and caught how his veins pressed against his flexed hands.
Inside him.
The bugs.
Your voice sounded miles away and you grazed his arm.
He didn’t look as his head spun.
The exit was flagged.
He looked through mental code.
Too many people in the way.
He calculated the trajectory.
With one press down against the miserable chair, he leapt.
Behind him, it smacked against itself in a flap and cast his decision in concrete.
He landed at the auditorium doors, but their metal bar was stricken with smudges.
Bacteria.
It coated everything like saliva.  
He manifested a simple block with his ninpo and shoved.
It touched the door to open it.
He had to immediately dispel it because the thought of spittle even touching his constructs made him ill.
He made enough of a crack.
He slipped out into the hall where the fluorescence screamed.
It drowned his tympanum and knocked him off his feet.
He stumbled and thought of shoes.
People stepping on New York sidewalks.
Spit.
Piss.
He couldn’t fall in that. 
He hobbled one way and then another.
It was all coated.
All unclean.
UV light.
The thrum of electricity would kill him, but he tried.
He flicked his ninpo like a lighter without fuel and tried to make a lamp.
The components of the filament alluded him.
He heaved.
He wasn’t breathing.
His ninpo wasn’t working.
Everything was sludge.
It slipped through his palms and splattered heavily on the floor.
He felt his vision burn up.
The singed edges as he caught fire instead.
There was yelling.
His hands flew up and tossed his goggles clean off.
Why weren’t they working?
Silence.
He needed quiet.
This was a performance.
Why was anyone shouting?
Someone touched him.
He snarled at them.
They disappeared.
No one was there.
Blinks.
His eyelids were wet.
His pupils picked up the moisture.
He clawed them shut.
He felt a shove.
He swatted back, but whatever push broom was being used to shoo his feral form was a wily one.
It hit him again and again until he saw an opening.
A door.
He dashed towards it.
There was no data past the frame.
He was out of memory.
He crumpled there on the safety of carpet.
Not the scuffed linoleum.
Instead, it was the patched kind for easy cleaning.
His hands hit it and found a tolerable scratchy quality.
He was curled up in an instant.
Made himself as small as possible.
Drowning everything out.
Minimizing all contact.
Disappearing into himself.
Him.
Only him.
Nothing else.
He could hear his breath so he stopped.
Within the cave of his arms then came his heart.
It pounded thick with the blood it surged.
It moved the wet inside him around.
Right atrium.
Superior vena cava.
Inferior vena cava.
Tricuspid valve.
Right ventricle.
Pulmonary valve.
Pulmonary artery.
Lungs.
Oxygen uptake.
Left atrium.
79 BPM.
60.
42.
39.
27.
Donnie took one breath.
His lungs whistled at their fill.
They were dried out.
He filled the husks.
Lucidity came with a pounding headache.
He didn’t know where he was.
His arms were over his head and numb.
He unfurled them and they came loosely.
The blood flow had been cut off.
He stared at them as if that were marvel until pins and needles pricked him.
They were asleep.
He found his knees next.
His feet were awake with a wiggle inside his shoes.
Then came the carpet.
Some cheap kind that was easy to clean.
Fools always alternated the swatches for aesthetics, but that made it harder to vacuum.
Why ruin utility?
His head lolled upward.
White walls with weathered clippings stuck to them.
Something old.
Something utilitarian.
Something nostalgic.
Was he in an office?
His chin moved in its perpendicular placement to his throat.
There was a being in front of him.
Their back sat rigid and they faced the door.
They were between him and the door.
They were you.
You were between him and the door.
He blinked a few times as the night rushed him.
All the data had been held from the crash in a log. 
His meltdown.
He’d run from the theater production.
Where was he now?
He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t vibrate his vocal cords.
His eyes welled at the sight of the back of your head.
What were you doing?
You turned your back on him.
He failed you.
His chin slammed into his Adam’s apple and he saw something white beside him.
It took moving his pinched legs to the other side, but it revealed a stack.
Two water bottles.
One cold with condensation.
The other room temperature.
A bag of crackers.
Expiration date in three weeks and two days.
A snack cake without branding.
A bottle of equally chilled apple juice.
His goggles.
Carefully laid atop what a cleanly folded square of fabric.
A blanket.
One that was clearly soft and aged.
He touched the last item first.
The threads were worn, but felt familiar.
He put his goggles back on, picked up the cloth, and it unfolded along the way.
He pressed it to his snout and it caressed his cheek.
He nuzzled it, building strength.
Its scent said it wasn’t his, but it was now.
He was absolutely going to steal this.
To solidify his ownership, he slung it over his shoulders.
It curled around his head and felt like a snug neck pillow.
He reached toward the water next.
The cold one warned his fingers away so he grabbed the room temperature one.
It went down like nothing.
Flavorless.
His current preference.
He remembered his goggles and it took one tap to the left headset to activate the noise canceling mode.
Now in his controlled environment, he searched the room.
This was clearly an office. There was a desk behind him and a bookcase on the wall. A few stacked boxes held programs and deliveries that weren’t yet opened. A messy spill of papers threatened to leave the desk. Business was done here.
What were you doing here?
Donnie didn’t attempt to talk, but looked up at the door.
It was shut tightly, but he couldn’t tell if it was locked.
It also seemed discolored, but not dirty. 
He stared until he realized that it wasn’t from paint, but some sort of light was reflecting against the pearl sheen of varnished wood. 
It appeared in maroon tones that read the lightsource must have been purple. 
It lowered Donnie’s eye to you.
He studied your shape until he caught your rim was light.
You were holding something.
He tipped his body to one side and his perspective shifted.
Something was glowing faintly in your arms.
Something a fuchsia color.
Something of his.
An incomplete projection of his ninpo.
One of his palms hit the floor to keep him from falling and you startled.
You didn’t look back and only seemed to strengthen your resolve in staring at the door.
Were you that mad?
He inched further to the side to catch a glimpse of your face.
You didn’t have just one object.
He counted at least four.
They appeared to be half manifested lamps.
He didn’t remember making those. 
Why were you coveting them?
You held them as if it were your solemn duty to guard them.
He gave no such command.
In a flick of his wrist, he allowed them to disintegrate.
You looked around in dismay and scrambled to catch the pixels.
They alluded you and you finally looked over your shoulder.
Your eyes were misty.
Your expression warped.
Donnie could only gape.
“I’m… sorry…” You spoke in your best hushed tone. “I tried to h-hold on… I d-don’t know why they…”
You groped the empty air.
He gestured to his chin and out with fingers to sign that it was ‘okay.’
You searched his hands wildly.
Right, you didn’t know ASL.
He hoped to teach you one day under better circumstances.
“Mine…” His voice was hoarse.
Your spine snapped to attention. “D-Don’t f-force yourself!”
He shook his head and held up a hand in a mimic of how you held those ill-formed lamps.
Your pupils flicked up and down in a study. “Those… things… were… yours? T-that’s why I tried to save them…”
He let his limb fall.
You only partially understood. 
He needed to try something else. 
He pointed to himself again with renewed intent.
You thought with your entire being before you chanced meeting his eye.
He sent all the information he could there.
“You… y-you made them… go away…?” You finally allowed yourself to wonder.
He smiled.
Weary and small, but it came into his face like it barged in.
You returned it.
You were so good.
He snapped his fingers while signaling ‘bingo’ because he couldn’t help a bit of flare. 
It sparked flickers of pixels like a lighter that didn’t catch. 
The fuschia color danced a reflection in your eyes. 
“That’s… your… ninpo…?” 
He gave a single nod. 
“You make things…?” You softened. 
His head bobbed a second time. 
“You create…” You spoke to solidify the concept with overflowing affection. “What a perfect expression of you…” 
He’d immortalize that smile in his ninpo if he could. 
Without time or energy, he supposed he had to move onto more pressing topics. 
He spun a finger in the air and cocked his brow for curiosity.
“Where… are we…?”
He nodded.
“We’ve… well I… uh… commandeered the office…?” You sheepishly glanced back at the door.
Had you broken in?
It dawned on him.
He could see everything from an omnipotent view.
His mind churned out a top-down replay of what had occurred after his figure ran from the seating area.
You chased after him.
You bumped legs and saw no one in the process.
Out into the hallway, he nearly collapsed and you tried to get his attention.
He couldn’t give it and presumably the attendant on duty saw you.
Not one to bother others for help, you’d moved on sheer instinct. 
You of all people would know if he couldn’t entertain you then no one would be good enough. 
You sought the closest door that had a hope of giving him shelter. 
This office was unlocked because a certain someone had asked for copies of the playbills.
He ran inside and you followed before the attendant could catch you.
The door was locked then.
You had been guarding him and it ever since.
While he cocooned himself, you scoured the office for items that could help.
You probably dug through the desk drawers for the snacks. 
From the cold bottle, he bet there was a mini fridge behind the desk.
You would be in so much trouble.
You didn’t care.
Or, at least. 
You didn’t appear to. 
Amongst it all, you found time to supposedly save the random ninpo constructions he’d mistakenly built.
He needed you, now more than ever. 
Could he stand it?
He didn’t even care if his body argued otherwise.
He swooped his arms out and the blanket turned into a cloak.
You made a surprised noise and he swallowed you up with the fabric.
You squirmed against his hold.
He gave you only enough space to breathe.
“Donnie! Are y-you sure…?”
He nodded against the side of your head.
You were stiff for a few more moments until you relented into his hug. It was there that your body language read awkward, but you daintily tested your nose beneath his chin. With a drop of his head, he pinned you there and you breathed warmth against his neck. Both in concern and growing affection, you eventually slacked against him. It perfectly hid you away against his body and he gave a satisfied hum that he had you to himself.
You sat like that for both an infinite and painfully finite amount of time.
He then felt the pull of Earth’s orbit and tucked his beak down into his blanket folds. He found you there and nosed your forehead until you giggled at his snuffling.
“Donnie…” You protested without a single complaint.
“You’re wonderful.” He spoke muffled against your head and plied you with a few pecks.
“Donnie…” You tried again, this time mustering up the slightest objection.
“You’re going to get in trouble… for me…” His voice oozed mirth.
You stammered on an unknown syllable.
“My betwitching nova.”
You stilled instantly. “Nova…?”
“Super.” He only clarified.
It wasn’t enough to answer your question.
“The stunning core collapse of an aged star. The end of an era. The most powerful explosion any being could ever hope to see.”
You pushed.
He released you from his cage of limbs.
You moved only far enough away to look him right in the eyes.
You wanted to see if he meant it.
You found he did.
He gave you a lopsided grin.
“I’m so glad I got to see your first crime…” He brushed your cheek with the soft cotton.
You leaned against it and pouted. “Not… the play…?”
“Who cares about the play?! I’d repeat what happened tonight a thousand times just to see you break the law again.”
“H-hey! That’s not-!”
He reeled you back in to silence you.
This time you easily fought back and he didn’t bother to keep you.
You got away on your hands and knees before turning right back around on him.
You were adorably feisty.
The fight fell right off you and what was left was equally cute concern.
“Are you…?”
“I’m okay. Tired, but okay.”
You nodded relief.
“Thanks to you.”
Nerves at the gratitude had your shoulders pinching. “O-Oh well… B-been there… or… something like that…”
“Autistic meltdown.” He identified his calamity for you. “A distress not dissimilar to a panic attack, but completely different triggers and experiences.”
You attentively nodded.
“I’d like to ask one more illegal act from you.”
You squeaked to attention.
“Break us out? I… can’t deal with anyone else. Only you. I want to go home and curl up with you. I have a sensory mode in my room. That’s what I need.”
You weighed the scales of crime against his desire and he was more than pleased to see he came out on top.
“Give me… a f-few minutes…” You nodded to him dutifully before going to check the door.
He decided then that you would never burn out.
His precious neutron star. 
Not if he kept fueling the fire.
NEXT
Me burying my betas @tmntxthings and @thepinkpanther83 in chapters: I love my betas!
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desultory-novice · 2 months ago
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...Needs Therapy? Tierlist
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I don't often do these but I happened to see @icedragonlizard ‘s list and liked it enough that I wanted to do my own take on it based around my own HCs for the cast! (in a light-hearted way!)
[BREAKDOWN OF THE WHY'S BELOW!!]
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[Row 1 / Doesn't Need Therapy]
I almost put Kirby in his own tier for "...is the therapist" but I thought it might look like he was giving up on the last row! (And in some cases he kinda did but still! XD) But anyway, yes. I think Kirby is just as strong mentally as he is physically. He doesn't need someone to talk to about bad dreams. He's the one who eats up bad dreams. ^_-
OG Animal friends (Rick, Coo, Kine) are all good in my book. Maybe they're just blissfully unaware of some of the chaos from the later games or maybe they're just okay with it cause they've got such a good foundation of support built up already? And despite creating "Apologies," I think Adeleine is not all that troubled on the day-to-day and is being an adventurous kid living her best life right now! Ribbon went through some trauma but I actually think she'd be handling it okay? She could arguably be moved down a tier though. Gryll MIGHT could be moved down a tier too, depending on whether you see them as a compulsive thrill-seeker or not! Elline is also doing great. That notebook-diary of hers is peak good mental health routine!
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[Row 2 / Got Sorted Out in a Few Sessions]
I don't think Gooey's actual -problems- would/could be solved in a few sessions, but it's clear to me he's living his best life and I think our fictional therapist would see that and encourage him to keep going! Just let the guy know that it's okay to not know who you are. Bandee by my judgement has some issues, but he seems the type to respond really well to therapy and healthy suggestions!
Pitch could maybe be moved up a tier if he really is just a baby bird. But I look in those eyes and I just...wonder sometimes if he's okay up there?? Vul definitely needs someone to talk to, but I don't think his issues are all that severe either? Voted #1 Regular Guy on this entire table. The Fairy Queen and Claycia could use someone to talk to about possession trauma, I think. Void's here instead of a lower tier because the way I see it Void already GOT therapy in game! Clawroline and Gorimondo could be moved up a tier as well, but Carol may want to talk about seeing her partner, y'know, lose his soul and Gorimondo's routines MAY be slightly unhealthy?? (How many times are you going to let Meta Knight curb stomp you, man?)
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[Row 3 / There's a LOT to Unpack Here...]
Whispy Woods has got a long history with Kirby, sure, but the whole attacking people as soon as you wake up? I think life's taken a toll on him and that's gonna need some discussion. Dedede is...obvious. Nothing unique to add here! Chuchu's placement depends on if she's still crushing hard on Kirby after all this time or not or just sees them as friends now. Kind of a joke placement at her expense! I’m sorry, Chuchu! I really do think you’re great! Best flapjack octopus!!
Skirby could maybe be moved down a tier as their coping methods are leaning a little into the sketchy as of late! Have they turned to violence for kicks or are they just challenging their mainverse self to grow stronger? Daroach is less here for Dark Nebula and more for all the OTHER stuff he lets slip in Mass Attack! (When did your hatred of tomatoes first start, Daroach?) Prince Fluff is here entirely because of the unused missing mom lore. Without that, he's so fluffy (haha) I'd moved him all the way up to "Doesn't need therapy." Flamberge definitely has issues, as the who~le cult does, but she still strikes me as the most balanced of the three mages? As I recall it, she actually sounded kinda excited to see the Star Allies during their second fight, as opposed to the first, which was just revenge for Fran. Leongar could be bumped down a tier, since he had his soul shattered in addition to being body-puppetted and forced to speak and adopt a foreign culture for years (?!) by an evil alien lifeform(!!) but...I dunno, he seems so chill in the ending and is seen back with the support of his pack? I think he'd be really receptive?? Elfilin also has sooooo many issues, but he's demonstrated so much growth already that I think with some help processing the return of/unification with his other self, his prognosis is very good!
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[Row 4 / Gonna Be There for the Long Haul]
It's not that I think the lonely/jealous thing for DMS is particularly damning, but when combined with the ~Dark Matter~ thing and the fact that it may be nearly impossible for them to willingly go against hive programming/defy Zero is what's gonna give them a difficult road ahead. (Gooey's a sign it can be done though.) Honestly, Drawcia might could maybe be moved down a tier? I mean, if you see her "art therapy" as the World of Drawcia then... :sweats: But I have a lot of positive Drawcia HC and I want her to be happy ^^
I think Magolor is another self-explanatory one. Even Merry Magoland makes you wonder if he's still, y'know, "okay" on the inside. Taranza and Sectonia are obvious ones too. Susie is the only one I would consider maybe moving up a tier because she's got issues but the only one she was clinging badly too in my mind was the stuff with her father and she's moved on from that better than Taranza, who was still looking to resurrect Sectonia circa Star Allies. Was tempted to move President Haltmann down a tier simply because...I don't think a therapist can do anything about the evil super computer induced brain damage/LITERAL MIND DELETION.
Francisca gets here because of the corpse-sicle thing but maybe she should be moved down a tier too? ^^ I think most of the fandom has similar feelings on Zan and her level of damage. (/loving) And while he would have deserved it mid-game, I didn't want to put Hyness in the bottom tier now because that felt kinda cruel given the guy is trying his best to get better in the end of Star Allies!
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[Row 5 / "...Well, I think we're done here."]
I don't think there's ANY reasoning with Kracko. Kracko is just a lifelong hater! (And we love him for that!) With Marx and Meta Knight, of course the joke is that they're both irreparably unhinged (/pos) but I think there's an element of, "Well, you SEEM to have your life sorted out according to priorities that make the most sense to you (...even if those aren't what the rest of society feels is healthy OR safe...) and you seem happy where you are so, best of luck to you!"
Zero is either emotionless or made of negative emotions and neither feels receptive to therapy, I'm afraid. With Galacta Knight... I just think it's best for the therapist to get out of there before the office is destroyed! Why risk the chance it doesn't work out?! And while I don't think Dark Meta Knight is hopeless myself, I DO think the therapist would be totally valid to politely tell them, "...I don't think you need MY help ^^; Have you considered checking out your local SCA chapter?" (Alternatively, DMK could be raised a FEW levels because between the joy with which he goes at those crayon drawings and the wing-sunning flappies, he may know how to treat himself better/ know better self-care than MK - hilariously.)
ShaDe may a walking bundle of possessions in a body and I don't know how you would tackle that in therapy?! Get him an exorcism?! Sillydillo is also living their best life with, um ...a-art...therapy... so I think they're fine...? Yes. Fine. Let's go with fine. (I love you so much, Sillydillo. I love you and your only-boss-in-Kirby-with-a-one-hit-instant-kill-attack-and-it's-shockingly-brutal-in-a-still-safe-for-little-kids-way! Shine on, you crazy star!) ...Attempting to talk down Fecto Forgo nearly led to the destruction of TWO planets so let's give them a little more time centuries to cool off first, yeah? Sounds good!
...Lastly, I almost moved Morpho Knight up to the first tier because, I mean, THEY don't seem to have any problems. THEY'RE just doing their job! Maybe their problems are everyone else's problems?! XD
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As stated before, this is more my HC (with a dash of humor) rather than an entirely objective view of the Kirby cast and is all meant in fun! (Especially the placement of guys like Meta Knight XD)
I hope it amuses/inspires rather than upsets...!
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bootsy-owo · 10 months ago
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it has been a long time since i posted but HEY IM STILL ALIVE Here is my first illu for the @wittecoupleweek for the theme "Birds" and i choose to use my AU concept with cool Caleb
(for context : witch and humains live somehow together or are at least trying and they started to have school exchange. Evelyn started this years in a humain school and caleb who is a bit the silly guy of the school while seeing her for the first time got a crush on her)
Evelyn is working to repear the mascott costume for Caleb, he asked her because he discovered she liked doing little crafty things and wanted to pass time with her but he feels too shy to ask her anything. (Evelyn even made a house for flapjack).
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waywardsunlight · 1 year ago
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I like that Vee, Hunter, the Collector, and Luz, all have different Belos trauma from the ways he impacted their lives. Vee just wants nothing to do with him, she's entirely divorced herself from that part of her life and she's moved forward while still dealing with her trauma. When she fought Belos, she was only focused on saving Hunter, not on him because she doesn't give him any time. Hunter is always going to be stuck with Belos the most in his day-to-day life, he's got severe flashbacks and Belos killed his bird. So like, the absence of Flapjack, everything reminds Hunter of Belos. And Belos was the worst to him, because Hunter was somebody Belos cared about within direct hitting range. Hunter was angry and scared and sad but he directly got to confront and attempted to kill Belos himself because Belos forced him into that position. And Hunter loved him and Belos abused him for a long time so he's still sorting through his feelings.
The Collector kinda seems to recognize that trauma the least of any of them, they kinda don't seem to want to or can't think about it. It definitely hit them in WAD that Belos wasn't good but it's not directly addressed within the show how Belos treated them or how Belos was the only person they could talk to and how he got them to help him kill people and the Collector didn't actually understand that people were dying. That's... a lot. Luz's trauma from Belos mostly comes in her crushing guilt, he makes her feel bad and she starts losing herself and her spark. Luz gets back her hope and realizes that she wants to live and she's finally able to kill him. And she just stares him down as he tries to manipulate her and lets him suffer and it's. epic.
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lollytea · 10 months ago
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Hello miss lolly! I've got a little huntlow headcanon I was hoping you might be able to help me flesh out. I don't think Hunter thinks of Willow as "cute"... at first. I think when he starts crushing on her, it's because of a lot of things: she's beautiful, she's strong, she's confident, she's kind, she's strong, did i mention she's strong? etc etc. "Cute", to him, is what flapjack and the other palismen are, what pretty pastel colors are, maybe the outfits that Willow wears, but not her herself. But! Willow IS cute! All her friends know it, even SHE knows it! So at some point, probably during their time in the human realm, Hunter absolutely HAS to see her doing something cute or dorky that makes him realize "oh, she's adorable." My question for you is: what is she doing that makes him realize that? P.S. If it wasn't completely obvious, I am a HUGE fan of you and your writing -- I love your fics and how you write huntlow! you're awesome!
Hi!! That's so lovely, thank you so much <33
I think one of the most adorkable things Willow canonically does is how she talks to plants. Like when she calls a flower "little friend" in her debut episode, or when she tearfully says goodbye to a tree in Escaping Expulsion. And of course, that scene in ftf where she gushes over grass and then gets all giggly when the illusion sprites cuddle her. Hunter was shown to go very soft for her during that part.
It's established that Willow tended to Camila's garden during their time in the Human Realm, with Hunter's assistance. I could see her fawning over each individual plant.
She gasps dramatically about how brightly the sunflowers shine and then drops to her knees, all like "Your majesty! Am I even worthy to be in your presence?" After that she whispers to Hunter that sunflowers are extremely vain and enjoy flattery, making him smirk.
She gets very silly around the plants. She likes to entertain them, so she puts on ridiculous voices when she speaks. She tells dumb cheesy jokes to the shrubs which only makes herself giggle madly until she has tears in her eyes.
Judging from that one scene in TTT, Willow has been growing dangerous bitey boiling isles plants during her time in the Human Realm. The ones with the teeth and a hunger for flesh. My headcanon is that Willow is very Steve Irwin-like when it comes to the monstrous plants. She finds them adorable. Absolute beauties. She coos over them like they're fluffy kittens.
Imagine her sitting in the garden with one of her most beloved monstrosities, tickling its petals and going "Who's the sweetest cutest prettiest plant in the world?? Is it you?? Is it youuuu~? As she cups its head in her hands and nuzzles it against her face. And because it adores her, it happily nuzzles back.
When Hunter sees her acting like a ridiculous little dork around her plants, the cuteness aggression makes him ACHE. She's too much.
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fisherpiers · 9 months ago
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Hunter coming out to Luz as bi
OKAY here i am like over 6 months later LMAO
like whattt? im not dead?? i know, i know. my deepest apologies
i have already written him coming out in flapjacks with syrup so if you want more go read that too not to self promote agskgjjghh (i will be updating that soon just saying 👀)
but here’s some headcanons!
lemme see, theres so many ways for this to go. lets entertain just a couple tho lol
scenario #1
its july and luz is getting/making pride merch for everyone bc shes trying to make it a thing on the isles. at least a little holiday. perhaps a parade? itll be fun!
and she realizes she has no clue what hunters deal is. is he straight? aroace, maybe. that guy is married to his work.
shes trying to keep this pride thing a surprise so she asks him nonchalantly like “hey broooo i was just wondering. whats your sexuality. a friend wanted to know.”
and he bluescreens
“uh. i— i dont know, actually.”
he never really thought about it. hes always been too busy being attracted to them books lmao
he has to get back to her in two business days at least 😂😂😂
he basically spends those days spacing out and scaring his classmates by intensely staring at them.
hunter discovers that he generally feels the same about any gender. and he didnt really have a preference when imagining his future having a wife, husband, or partner. as long as they made him happy
and everyone was really pretty. hexside had quite a lot of cute witches and demons
but honestly, he still didn’t really find himself wanting to start a relationship with any of them (gee wonder why)
he chalks it up to the fact that he’s focusing on his studies and apprenticeship right now and has no time for romance
besides, if he had a partner, he’d have even less time to spend with luz his friends
he finds luz up in a tree behind the owl house, nose in a book. shes so focused on the story that she doesn’t even hear him approach
“LUZ!”
“WHA—“
she was so startled she fell put of the tree. hunter tried to catch her he really did but they both wound up crashing down to the ground in a heap
oof
luz shoved him off her, laughing “first you give me a heart attack and now you try to crush me? i thought we were friends now, hunter!”
“sorry, sorry,” he wheezed as he rolled over in the soft grass
luz went and retrieved her book from where she accidentally threw it, “so what did you need me for?”
“oh, i just wanted to tell you i think i figured out my sexuality now, like you asked,”
“thats okay. i didnt mean to presure you so you dont have t—”
he sat up, “im bisexual,”
liz gasped “OH SWEET, twinsies!”
she got matching bandanas for them. cowboy vibes lol
luz did successfully get the annual pride parade set up in the isles. hard to say no to her shes a force of nature and also kinda a celebrity now ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
scenario #2
luz has just assumed he’s gay
bc they often talk about guys they think are cute. like if theyre at the mall food court (without the hexsquad) and see any hot guys they are thoroughly checking them out and giggling like school girls
its not something she can do with amity (obviously), vee or willow. plus, she trusts that hunter isnt about to go squealing to her girlfriend about her attraction to men she has no plans on pursuing
its a good bonding activity, okay. if you cant thirst over cute guys with your bestie are they really your bestie
alas, because of this, luz never reads too much into the moments they have together. hunter let a hug linger a little too long? he lets her eat off his fork? puts his arm around her on the couch? just friendly behavior. its not like he likes her or anything. bc hes gay right
anyway. theyre like, at a chinese restaurant picking up takeout for the gang and the cashier is just adorable. miss teen connecticut. the cutest girl ever. they both stutter their words and awkwardly fumble around while picking up this order. hunter almost dropped the food and luz signed her name as Liz Noda on the receipt
they get out of there and start laughing once they reach the car
“guess its bi disaster hour am i right?” hunter joked
luz laughed but then it hit her
“wait. you like girls?”
hunter looked at her confused, “yeah?”
“oh…” she trails off,
and hunter starts the car and drives off, not even giving the conversation a second thought
meanwhile luz is dead silent in the passenger seat like
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she be rethinking everything agsjfjjhh
OKAY SECRET 3RD SCENARIO!
tboy!luz au :3
okay so luz is scared bc he’s finally worked out his gender. he’s a guy.
its what pushes him to break up with amity. its amicable at least
and so as luz moves on with his life, and starts falling for hunter, he’s scared hunter wont like him now bc he’s trans
and once hunter finds out about that, he’s putting a stop to it fast. like:
“dude. im bi. i dont care if youre a boy or a girl. youre luz. and i like luz.”
and they live happily ever after the end agajdjjg
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Some Hunter headcanons because I miss that boy every day of my life
First of all, the hill I will absolutely die on: he cries at the drop of a hat. He really tried to act stoic and strong as the Golden Guard, but as soon as he knew he was in an environment where people weren’t judging his performance, sixteen (Grimwalker) years of pent-up emotion came bursting to the surface and anything could bring him to tears. Sadness, happiness, fear, disgust— doesn’t matter, he’ll cry about it
He’s kind of obsessed with breakfast foods, and not just a palisman-name bit. While in the Human Realm he made it his mission to try every breakfast cereal he saw on the grocery store shelf, and beyond that, he loves it all: waffles, pancakes, French toast, regular toast, bagels, you name it
During his time living in the Human Realm, he took up birdwatching. Camila noted how attentive he was with Flapjack and gave him a book on birds in the area, and it really helped his anxiety to just go outside with some binoculars and try to pick out which birds were singing when he felt himself starting to spiral
He loves making his friends laugh. Because of this, he’s picked up the corniest sense of humor you can imagine— he uses knock knock jokes to cheer people up and has a pun for every situation. Props to his friends though because they all find him hilarious (except for Amity, but even she has a joke or two that gets her)
He got really intense crushes on a number of coven scouts as soon as he hit puberty and dealt with them by trying to be even more perfect than he already strove to be (this was the origin of the Golden Guard voice). He started acting like that around Willow when he realized the nature of his feelings for her, but it wasn’t long until he realized she genuinely liked him because of the person he was behind the mask and not in spite of it
In addition to his palisman carving gig, he has a job in the human realm as a dog walker. He finds it keeps him grounded, and he’s very good with animals so the dogs love him. He has a little fanny pack of treats that he brings whenever he goes through the portal
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fawnandcardinal · 1 year ago
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Hello, darlings!
Yeah... It's been a while since I've been here.
In my defense, I'll say that I was getting used to studying in college. I don't know if this post will come to you or not, but if anything, I'll switch to another AU(Catelos)
Well, and now the text✨
Innocent AU/Owl House
The idea of this Au is quite extraordinary. Namely:
Belos was not going to commit mass genocide on the Boiling Islands and is not going to in the future. Why? Since childhood, he had known Caleb's future wife, Evelyn, and it was she who sheltered a certain good-naturedness to him.
Where did Evelyn come from and how hasn't she been hanged yet? Well. She pretended to be an ordinary village girl for a long time, and she herself was quickly able to adjust to the routine of that time in the human world. However, of course she couldn't hide her real origin all the time. And the first person to find out about it, of course, was Caleb. But because of the power of love, he did not reveal it. Then Phillip found out too. However, he didn't have time to be angry or condemn his brother.
Pitchforks were pointed at Evelyn and his brother. Although at Caleb for a slightly different reason. Pip, on the other hand, couldn't just leave his brother and went on the run with this couple. As a result, they got to the Boiling Isles with the help of a portal, the key of which was kept by Eve.
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Although short-lived, the trio lived a relatively peaceful life in a small house far from the settlement of witches in the red fields. The residents of Wittebane could not win the affection and trust, and of course: so many of their own died when they tried to get in touch with people. That's why I had to go further away. During this time, Caleb managed to carve himself a rosary. And also, he and Eve began to have an open love, which made Phil disgusted. He didn't like such tenderness. But if Caleb is really happy here, he can put up with it. As you have already understood, they will not have a happy ending on this note. On the day Evelyn and Phillip went into the woods, the brothers quarreled and the eldest stayed to look after the house. The adventurers returned earlier than planned. Caleb's palisman, the Flapjack, flew up to them with a wounded eye. Naturally, they immediately went back home.
Upon his return, neither his brother nor his home was there. Only charred pieces of wood, and the remains of burned furniture.
It was a huge blow for both of them. How? For what? They would hardly have received an answer at the moment. Ivs coped with the loss the hardest. She didn't want to accept Caleb's death. However, the body found could not confirm the false hope. Both were never able to return to the old course, or forget about each other forever and live a new life. They made a promise to each other: at any cost to return what was taken from them and return with him to the human world. When it becomes most secure. So, working together under new nicknames and masked faces, they finally found a way to resurrect Caleb. Creating a Grimwalker. Even with the pitfalls, they were happy.
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Other witches began to fear their crushing actions and the fact that during one skirmish one could be cursed. However, this led to an even more terrible result. The scroll that contained the creature in the human body broke out of control and claimed the lives of a dozen demons. And that's why Evelyn and Philip had to separate. The task became too dangerous, and the witch was still carrying a child under her heart. So, Phillip continued his great mission alone...
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I think that's enough for now. And I apologize for my clumsy English. I don't know him well myself, and sometimes there are problems with the translator
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rulersreachf4n · 2 years ago
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MY LONG LIST OF HUNTLOW/WINTER HEADCANONS
(REPOSTED)
Some of these are before the time skip and/or post-season 3
Because of their height differences, Hunter usually gives Willow forehead kisses or tussles her hair
Willow loves foreheadkisses
At least 75% of the photos that Willow took are of Hunter
Hunter pretends to hate cuddling but secretly loves it
Hunter and Willow has flown on each other’s palismen
Willow makes flower crowns for Hunter and he blushes whenever she does it
Huntlow and Lumity go on double dates but they prefer to go on dates alone
Flapjack and Clover (and now Waffles) ships them together and constantly tries to bring them together
Hunter at first when Willow blushed at him he misinterpreted it as Willow still being mad at him ‘cause of ASIAS
Gus is Hunter’s wingman and Luz is Willow’s wingman
Before they confessed their feelings for each other the rest of the Hexside squad and emerald entrails kids knew that they liked each other
Darius when full dad mode and mocking/teasing Hunter about his little crush and eventual girlfriend
Willow gives Hunter hugs all the time since he is touch starved
Willow dips Hunter then kisses him and he blushes when she does it
Amity always playfully teases Willow about Hunter
Hunter went full red tomato face when Willow kissed him on the cheek
Hunter sometimes plays with/braids Willow’s hair
He’s actually surprisingly quite good at styling and braiding hair
He got her a little baby flower seed for her to plant when they where in the human world
Hunter and Willow raced their palismen or played flyer derby when they where in the human world
Willow ran her fingers through Hunter’s short hair before they went to bed
Darius loves Willow as Hunter’s girlfriend
They talk all night on pensta
Talking on pensta is great but they prefer to have conversations in person
Hunter is so smitten when Willow shows her strength whether it’s opening a jar that other’s can’tor doing workouts, Hunter is always smitten
A lot of their time is spent in silence or with little to no words like gardening or reading
They cherish the time they spend together
Hunter at first didn’t really talk to Willow that much because everyone in the post called his voice annoying and he didn’t want to annoy Willow
Willow constantly tells Hunter how much she loves his voice especially his laugh
Willow blushed when Hunter picked a flower and put it in her hair by surprise
Hunter wore the yellow sun hat (the one shown in Willow’s photo album) because Willow said it looked good on him
Hunter somewhat knows what Clover is saying and tried to talk to other bees in the human world causing them to chase him
Willow had to get Clover to tell the bees to stop chasing Hunter
Hunter thinks that he isn’t good enough for Willow since she’s so strong and didn’t want to embarrass her
Willow wants Hunter to realize that he is more than enough for her
Willow took care of Hunter when he was sick and bought her cold stud earrings (the ones she wears in the season 2 end credits)
Hunter likes to watch Willow sleep
Willow fell asleep on Hunter’s lap which caused him to go full red tomato face
He unconsciously cuddled her after this and pet her head/hair
Gus playfully teases Hunter about his crush
Willow loves it when Hunter plays with/styles her hair
Hunter went full red tomato face when he saw Willow with her hair down for the first time in the human world
Hunter also saw Willow with her hair down and no glasses and was totally flustered about seeing her like that
Willow sometimes talked to Flapjack but doesn’t know exactly what he’s saying
Hunter stood up to Boscha but it didn’t do much but Willow appreciated the effort
One time Willow’s glasses was smudged and Hunter cleaned them, when Hunter put them back on Willow’s face she got full red tomato face and had to leave
Hunter misinterpreted her red face as anger and wondered if he did anything wrong and didn’t interact with her fir the rest of the day ‘cause he didn’t wanna make it worse
They always go on picnics, watch the sunset, or watch/chart star constellations as dates
They like simple dates with very little planning ahead of time
Amity and Willow talk about their dates after it’s over
Same with Gus and Hunter
Gus one time made an illusion of Willow and Hunter attempted to flirt with it but when he reached for the hand it poofed away and hw as so embarrassed and Gus was in trouble
The emerald entrails know about their little slush and try to get Hunter and Willow alone together any chance they get
After Labyrinth Runners, Willow grew fruits and veggies for Hunter
After learning about the day of unity Willow was scared about what will happen to Hunter since he has no magic
Hunter big spoon Willow little spoon but when one of them has a bad day or nightmare that one is the little spoon
(Happened immediately after everyone was re-uniting with each other) Hunter properly introduced Willow to Darius and Willow introduced her parents
Hunter was scared about meeting Willow’s parents since he was the golden guard and they knew what happened about ASIAS
Hunter was worried for nothing since he took care of their daughter
Both of them thanked Hunter and he said it was nothing
Hunter went to the human world and bought Cosmic Frontier book set and read it together with Willow and Gus
Hunter is speechless when he sees Willow in her grom dress and was red tomato face the whole night
Hunter didn’t wanna go to Grom with Willow since he doesn’t know how to dance and didn’t want to embarrass her but she told him that nobody knows how to dance at Grom and he accepted her offer to dance
Hunter had sewn matching flower patches for them to wear to grom and kept rambling on about Willow not needing them since she can create her own flowers but she wore it anyway
Hunter gets gitty whenever Willow touches him
Hunter was the first to say I love you
Luz and Hooty remade the tunnel of love for Hunter and Willow and they both go so flustered
Darius loves playfully teasing Hunter about Willow
Hunter was the one who cut Willow’s hair since she cut his
They both got flustered when he was cutting her hair
Hunter, Willow and Gus all 3 of them have their own Cosmic Frontier book club and reenact scenes and chapters and they always laugh about it
Hunter made a gravestone for Flapjackand the Hexside squad was there when he made it but only Hunter and Willow are the ones who visit it on a day to day basis
Willow and Hunter have date nights in the human world, they love the Boiling Isles but they both think that the human world is safer
Their dates are usually just the 2 of them alone together
Luz introduced all of them to Christmas and mistletoe and for the rest of the day all of them tried to get Hunter and Willow under the mistletoe
When Hunter found out about their plan he scolded them saying that when he does kiss Willow it can’t be forced and is waiting for the right moment
Hunter gave Willow a wooden heart he carved with their names on it
Willow didn’t give Hunter anything saying that she didn’t know what to get him or what he’d like
Hunter explained that she did give him something and that’s her, he just wanted to be with Willow and that’s the only gift he needed
After the kids thought that what Hunter said it was romantic (which it was) Willow got full red tomato face on Hunter when he said that
Their first date was a disaster and Hunter asked for a redo date, that was also a disaster and Hunter apologized repeatedly
Willow explained that it doesn’t matter because they will have plenty of dates to go on
Hunter go flustered after Willow said that
Darius asked Hunter is he was in love with Willow and he got embarrassed and flustered
Willow one time slept on Hunter’s bed and he went red tomato face but tucked her in and he slept on the floor
They onetime held hands in the hallway and everyone kept whispering and pointing and taking photos
They both go red when they held ands fir the first time in public
They love holding hands/fingers and both blush when they do it
They where in their “newly wed”/“honeymoon” phase for their first year of dating
Their first kiss was when Hunter was cutting Willow’s hair
Willow was Hunter’s first crush, kiss and girlfriend
Every other time Hunter has ALWAYS asked Willow if he can kiss her (CONSENT! CONSENT! CONSENT!) with the exception of forehead kisses
Forehead kisses are always appreciated
Willow loves watching Hunter sleep
He boops her nose all the time and Willow loves it
Hunter made his grom tux and Willow thought it was cute
Willow was oblivious to Hunter’s obvious flirting ad smitten by her but, when she saw the grom photo of Hunter getting flustered that’s when she knew
Willow his and cuddles Hunter
They always get flustered and embarrassed when they show PDA
Hunter always tells Willow how much he loves her
Willow helped Hunter carve Waffle’s
It was Hunter’s idea to get a Flapjack tattoo but, he wanted Willow to get tattoos but he thought that she wouldn’t want to
Hunter helped make her Emerald Entrails flyer derby uniform
Willow loves her jersey and wears it everyday
When Hunter first saw Willow in her flyer derby uniform with her hair cut he got so flustered and nervous
He one time saw Willow without her glasses and her new hair cut and got full red tomato face
Hunter helps Willow study for those late nights
Clover and Waffles tries to bring them together all the time
Hunter was Willow’s first kiss
Willow loves it when Hunter carved palismen and she always visits him at work
Hunter tried to call her a pet name like honey or baby and Willow thought it was strange and Hunter got embarrassed
All that lovey dovey pet names like Luz calls sweet potato for Amity all pet names and stuff they don’t like and prefer they just be real and honest with each other
When Hunter’s eye bags disappeared Willow blushed
Hunter loves it when Willow cooks food for him
Hunter tried making breakfast in bed for Willow but failed
Hunter can’t cook basic things so he’ll burn toast or set cereal on fire but can cook complex foods like a cake from scratch with no box mix or gourmet meals and Willow is just like… how
She always impressed by his meals and cooking and vice versa
They both prefer human foods over Boiling Isle food
When they first kissed in public they both got flustered
They prefer to have their romantic or affectionate moments alone
They always fly their palismen together in the night and they both love it
Hunter tells Waffles all about Willow and Willow tells Clover all about Hunter and they both live for that shit
Willow and Hunter made a nest for Waffles together
Hunter carved their names into the nest without Willow’s knowledge (she still doesn’t know about it)
Willow one time watched Hunter sleep and she kissed him on the forehead and tucked him in
Neither of them know that they both watch each other sleep
Darius loves it when Willow comes over
Hunter and Willow made their own private tree house in the human realm
They also have a tree house in the Boiling Isles
They spend more of their time in the tree house than they do at home whether it’s with each other or by themselves they spend more time there than anywhere else
Darius, Harvey and Gilbert don’t know about the tree house
Neither do the Hexside kids or the Emerald Entrails team and they intend to keep it that way
Hunter and Willow sometimes pull memories out of them whenever one of them ask a personal question
It’s easier to see than explain especially with Hunter’s situation
Hunter took care of Willow when she was sick and she was very red tomato faced both ‘cause the fever and because of Hunter
When Willow was recovering from her sickness, Hunter mistook her blushing and flustered as her getting sicker and worse
Willow and Hunter always sleep together (NOT IN A SEXUAL WAY!) sleep in the same bed cuddling or spooning etc
They usually sleep together in the tree house
Gus playfully jokingly asked both of them when is their wedding
They both got flustered and red tomato face
After that Hunter genuinely asked Willow if she sees a future with him in it
Willow got flustered and said yes
Other than that one time they both don’t want to think way ahead into the future and re more focused on each other and the present
Harvey and Gilbert love Hunter and ships him and Willow constantly
Same with Darius and Eberwolf
Willow, Vee, Luz, and Amity have girls night where they all tease Willow about Hunter
Same with Gus, Hunter, Edric (Hunter needs friends his own age) and Mattholomule have guys night and teases Hunter about Willow but Gus ESPECIALLY
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hamable · 2 years ago
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No cause if ANYONE from the human realm gang had been present when Luz got hit and turned into light exactly like flapjack I don’t know what I would’ve done. Watching it just knowing myself that it was parallel was crushing enough. She died. If the titan hadn’t reach out- god if any of them had been around to see…
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valorianknights · 2 years ago
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I hope it's not too late to join that trend of drawing Huntlow storyboards.
Man. I really wish we got that tomato faced Hunter in Labyrinth Runners tho.
He's perfect your honor ❤️
Gus, my bby.
Also RIP Flapjack 🪦
I swear, Hunter is so obvious about his crush that I wonder if Willow figured it out before he realized he even had a crush.
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goldiipond · 11 months ago
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YOU WERE RECOMMENDED TO ME 🗣️‼️‼️
DON HEADCANONS PLS? THANK YOU SM 💫
OHH HELL YEAH I LOVE THAT I AM SEEN AS A GOOD SOURCE FOR DON HCS. i love him soo much no youdont even UNDERSTAAAAND how many thoughts i have. about don <3
these might be a bit all over the place bc im just typing them as they come to me but thats okay <3 also this got long. to no ones surprise
autism+adhd KING. he can pick a topic he's passionate about and just ramble on for hours. he can't sit still to save his life and is always tapping his feet or fidgeting with his hands in some way. basically he's 'if i stop moving at any point i die' and he's everything. to me
he's got poor volume control too, and often talks really loud without realizing it (projection <3)
definitely has some anxiety, and gets startled pretty easily. this is mostly based off the light novel chapter where he does this, but ray has gotten used to don instinctively clinging to him like a lost puppy
the most physically affectionate person you will ever meet. the gracefield kids unanimously agree that he gives the best hugs
BISEXUAL TBOY SWAG !!!!!!!!!!!!!
emma had the honor of giving don his first haircut after coming out, which was re-cut by isabella very shortly after
post-timeskip he wears a little bunny patch that the younger kids made for him with gillian's help. he always wears it right over his heart <3
speaking of which, he absolutely adores bunnies because they remind him of conny. probably owns several articles of clothing with bunnies on them and an army of bunny plushies. he wears bunny slippers at night <3
before coming out, him and conny both wore their hair in pigtails
i like to think olivia was like a big sister figure to him much like susan was to the trio, the very few bits of olivia characterization we get in light novels just make me think they'd get along <3 ithink michelle had a similar relationship with gilda and maybe anna as well
him and emma are BEST FRIENDS their dynamic is so fun to think about. they spend their time doing wild and sometimes dangerous shit just for fun and also coming up with new creative ways to mess with ray
norman+don friendly rivalry is soo real to me even if don is probably more into it than norman. post-canon he WILL finally beat norman in tag if its the last thing he does
has had a crush on ray for basically forever. him and conny picked a bunch of flowers in the forest for him one time but don was too nervous to ever actually give them to him
his and conny's beds at gracefield were right next to each other and sometimes conny would get up and crawl into his bed when she got scared at night <3
WOLFPACK TRIO BESTEST TRIO EVER ithink they have sleepovers a lot. ayshe's dogs love him more than anyone besides ayshe herself, and they tend to just sort of. dogpile on him. he's completely okay with it
tbh i think he would just really love animals in general. bunnies are of course his favorite but he will befriend any creature he can get close enough to
at like 18/19 him, gilda, ray, norman, and emma all get matching little bunny tattoos. may or may not have stolen this idea from the main kids' flapjack tattoos in toh <3
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lampmanliveblogs · 1 year ago
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Ah… that ain’t a daisy. And this time there’s no adolescent deity that’s gonna come save them from the tyrant’s corpse that so stubbornly refuses to just die already. And he’s got the vial too… AND there’s a stone arch right behind them that could make for a really cool portal… just saying.
Philip, you look like that cucumber I forgot my fridge for two months.
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Called it.
And man, I was right, this looks so cool! The moonlit woods, the graves, the bridge leading to the island, the light from the portal! Chef’s kiss.
I watched just a few seconds further and it does seem like idea of the conversation echo continues, with Luz standing in for Evelynn. Philip is outraged, saying Caleb (played in this latest rendition by Hunter) ”stabbed him in the back,” betrayed him. 
After all, Caleb was supposed to ”slay the witch” not ”lay the witch,” so to say.
(you have no idea how long i’ve waited to make that joke)
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If we continue on this line of thinking that this is reenacting the past, then this might be representative of how after killing Caleb and being confronted by Evelynn, Philip ran away or fled through a portal, to eventually return with a new evil plan. One that, from his twisted point of view, would do the ultimate good for the world and in the eyes of God; the extermination of all witches. After all… thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.
It might even be that in some way, he thinks that by taking Caleb’s life, he’d spare him an eternity in hell as punishment for his unholy union with demon.
Anyway, in the present, former Emperor, current moldy loaf of bread is returning to the Demon Realm through this improvised portal.
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So let’s recap: Hunter was haunted by visions of the monster that abused him since childhood (and indeed created him basically for that purpose), he got possessed by the aforementioned creepy maniac, was forced to fight his friends, got some of his flesh eaten away at, his best friend and palisman is dying, mortally wounded by his own hand, and he may be dying soon as well. To top it all off, Luz just outed Hunter as a grimwalker, a secret he was very keen on keeping for the time being, to his crush.
Must be Thursday. Never could get the hang of Thursdays.
I knew Hunter was gonna have a rough time this episode, but bloody hell’s bells asså.
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Flapjack, mustering the last of his strength, gives what little life he has left so that Hunter may live. As the magic seeps into the unconscious youth, the brave little bird’s body begins to disintegrate, turning into brilliant golden pyreflies that rise upward into a clear and starry autumn sky.
There might be something to be said about how when Philip violently cracks open palismen to steal their magic essence to selfishly prolong his own existence, their bodies become grey wooden husks, whereas when Flapjack willingly gives up his life, his body instead turns into golden light.
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