#I put the names because I am VERY new to HC and I do not know whose skins are whose

[dalliancekay]

Crowley's Rank

This one's gonna be controversial, isn't it. Actually, let me pre-empt my rant with (another rant): It's not that I overly mind if Crowley was an Archangel or Dominion or whatever before he Fell. I don't think it makes that much difference... It could perhaps serve some narrative purpose but I don't really see what. To me, it makes no real sense for the story and I do see people using this idea so Crowley can be smarter, more powerful, more insightful, more aware and just you know, full of wisdom and knowledge that Aziraphale should have sat down and learned from a long time ago. This is my main gripe with this HC.

So. Here we go: I am honestly baffled by how people assume and often even claim it is as good as canon that Crowley:

was an Archangel

or even more high up (which I don't think is possible in GO Universe)

knew all Heaven's dirty secrets (and that's why he knows SO MUCH more about Heaven than poor innocent Aziraphale*)

created the Universe

*who a) should have listened to Crowley when Crowley tried to tell him about it or b) Crowley didn't tell him about it because he didn't want to hurt poor innocent Aziraphale with the truth about Heaven

When what we see in canon is (IMO) the opposite of all of that? Also, did Aziraphale somehow forget that Crowley was high up?

We meet this sweet angel in Before the Beginning. He was sent to start up a Nebula in a remote corner of the Universe and he needs a helping hand.

The angel who meets him finds him adorable and enquires whether he designed the pretty *waves hands around* colours and stuff. And Angel!Crowley admits that...well he did not design it as such but... he did have an input! Angel!Crowley does not introduce himself which is definitely a deliberate move on behalf of the writing team; however (to me), it absolutely seems like he's simply too distracted and excited by his project for such proper niceties so he does not notice when his new friend looks a little put out by that.

So. Did Aziraphale know who Crowley was?* I like both yes and no answers... I think a crush at first sight is adorable; after all, Aziraphale's careful demeanour seems to suggest he does not meet carefree happy angels often. But perhaps he did come across him before and was hoping to make his acquaintance properly sometime and look, what luck he was nearby just now...

*Did Aziraphale know who Crowley was in Eden? Absolutely. They recognised each other (and I wonder what happened in the interim we did not see) and Aziraphale carefully waits for the demon to offer his new name.

Did Crowley create the Universe?

No, he started up a nebula, and he's clearly very excited about his job.

Angel!Crowley has not heard of the Earth, the humans, or what the whole project/universe is for, or how long it is planned to last.

That tells me - given that Earth and humans and the 6000 year Plan is literally the goal of it all; that he did not sit high up on the Universe planning committee and if anyone told him about it before, he did not pay attention. Which, honestly, is on brand for ADHD Crowley.

How come Aziraphale knows that certain suggestions and ideas would be unwelcome, should the two of them be overheard?

We don't know. But clearly whatever circles Aziraphale moves in, have alerted him to the fact that suggesting to improve things, would be a bad idea. And he did pay attention to the whole - we are creating a vast Universe to host a tiny planet for a human project that will last 6000 years which then will be destroyed so everyone can enjoy Eternity.

He breaks the news about the Plan to Crowley who is clearly heartbroken about it. Much like the angels designing dinosaurs must have been I expect, working on them just so their bones could be buried in the Earth for a joke.

Next up for the argument for powerful Crowley:

Our lovely husbands aim for a tiny miracle to hide the runaway Archangel and its power creates mayhem in Heaven (and I assume in Hell too).

So why did this happen? I've heard of three possible explanations:

The husbands made it powerful, because they are (or their love is) powerful together, they just did not realise it. And that's my favourite one.

Gabriel inadvertently helped cos he's the Supreme Archangel (unlikely since he can't deal with his angel self while he's a 'Jim' for the rest of the season).

Crowley is so powerful he did it himself. Even though he insisted on making it very small, (I guess he just could not help himself?).

Now, when he quips, how do you know I didn't do it - to the suggestion only a powerful Archangel could do it with Shax... it's just that. A joke. And a way to confuse.

After all, the Archangels laugh at the mere suggestion Az could do it too, but then HE CLAIMS HE DID and they believe him. Kind of.

So I don't think miracles are as clear cut as all that.

And anyway, it's impossible Hell would have forgotten if Crowley had been an Archangel in Heaven and second of all, it was funny, and a typical Crowley retort. Obviously Hell suspected Gabriel did it (and so did Heaven).

Crowley himself seems to think it's THEIR COMBINED fault. (If that is not foreshadowing, especially the way he throws it out there....)

Crowley can stop time.

And that's pretty cool. I wonder who else can do that. But does he have this power/knowledge because of his past high rank or because he worked at building the Universe? (And clearly loved his job?) ---- A small idea to share after a lil chat with my bestie @seaweednpeanuts who suggested that nobody actually knows if Aziraphale can't stop time. Perhaps he can, but he prefers that his darling does it for him. Because their precious dynamic works like that. Aziraphale adores to be indulged and Crowley loves to feel needed.

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And now for the main course:

And:

"They never change their passwords."

Ok so I mean... you don't exactly have to be Sherlock Holmes to deduce triumphantly that Crowley was one of those.

Which, given Good Omens is anything but obvious and predictable, is exactly what Crowley is (was) not (yes, that's my HC, obviously).

How did he get to know the passwords then? Oh so many delicious possibilities. And so much more interesting (I think) than - he was so high up he knows everything.

Did he get them cos he wanted to check something? Did he get them for Lucifer and/or 'the guys'? Did he get them for Aziraphale? Did he get them from Aziraphale? Did he find out by mistake cos the 'high ups' did not pay attention to a lowly angel around important documents? Did he simply believe he can open the files?

And one more little thing:

Apparently, God on angel time was very limited if they are both in awe of Job being able to speak to God.

I mean we have no idea if Metatron ever actually speaks to Her, or the Archangels, but this seems to imply these two were not especially important.

And. I like that.

I want them to be two middling nobodies who overthrow the system because they came to love one another. It's such a running theme in Terry Pratchett books too. It's not the ministers and generals who overthrow governments, is it. It's someone in the crowd asking questions, and another someone wanting a proper kiss and deciding they'd wage a war for it. That's how revolutions start.

If I sound in any way disparaging towards Crowley, please note - I am not. But I am disparaging to fanon Crowley who I believe Crowley would despise.

[sundrop-writes]

would you be willing to do a follow up to the teen wolf pregnancy hcs? something with the characters interacting with their kid - can be as a baby or older - just them being parents and adjusting to being young parents.

i love your writing 💗💗💗

Fyi, I was not even planning on working on requests tonight, but this caught my attention so much and gave me such a good idea that I had to do it. I decided to do it with the same characters from the first part, but if you want to see this prompt with other characters, then I would do the 'how they react to finding out that you're pregnant' part first with different characters

My requests for Teen Wolf are OPEN, but please read my Rules before sending in a request.

Part One - How would they react to finding out that you're pregnant with their baby?

How would the pack act as parents?

Included: Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, and Derek Hale.

Warnings: fem reader - uses she/her pronouns and has the ability to get pregnant (she is the one who gave birth to the baby, as in the previous part); Stiles's part is extremely self indulgent and something I have been thinking about since I wrote the last part so bear with me; mentions of breastfeeding, giving birth, teething, and other parenting/baby topics; the baby is a different age and has a different name in each section just for funsies; mention of Lydia and reader's baby having red hair - but I did this to drive home the baby's genetic relation to Lydia and I don't think it has to specify the reader's race (someone with darker skin can still have naturally red hair); Lydia calls the reader 'Mama'; mention of the reader being a werewolf in Derek's part because there is a weird continuity in these reactions (and I should write a full fic about Derek and this reader character cause I am slowly becoming addicted to their story, ngl); I believe that's finally it.

Stiles was panicking. He was officially the worst parent ever - everything his dad said was right. He wasn't ready for this, nobody should be a teen parent, he was a failure. God, his whole life was crumbling around him...

You were out of town because your sister was getting married. You had been incredibly hesitant to leave the baby - sweet, adorable, nine-month-old Lila Stilinski - but Stiles had insisted that you go on a weekend getaway to your sister's bachelorette party. You deserved it. You had spent nine whole months growing his baby and then you had given birth to her (a bloody, messy affair that made him faint - to nobody's surprise), and you had spent the last nine months nursing her and getting your degree from home after you had fought through your pregnancy taking double courses to graduate high school early. You were a gem, a beautiful, shining gem of a woman and a mother, and somehow - while you were off getting your much needed rest and having fun - Stiles had lost your baby.

His baby - his baby that he loved very, very much.

He had woken up that morning, late, having forgotten to set the alarm, and rushed around the apartment like a chicken with his head cut off rushing to get Lila ready for day care and himself ready for school, and he dropped her off as usual, with a smile and kiss on her big beautiful forehead. And when he went to pick her up that afternoon - she was gone. The day care worker couldn't give him any other news than the fact that she had been 'signed out already', and it left Stiles panicking, thinking about that cult that sacrifices babies every single day.

In his rush that morning, he had forgotten to charge his phone, so he couldn't get his dad on the line - and he was currently running at top, lung-crushing speed toward the police station, running past the deputy on duty at the front desk, who simply shrugged and buzzed him in when she saw his bright red face and his clear desperation.

"Dad, D-dad, you have to-!" He was going to ask his father to put out an amber alert, to call every single one of his deputies back to get them looking, but when his father turned around - that sweet girl with the bright purple bow in her hair was in his arms.

Then, Stiles shifted on a dime from panic to anger.

"Dad, what the hell?" He barked out, struggling to sound as pissed off as he was while still trying to catch his breath.

"What?" The Sheriff shrugged, kissing his granddaughter on the forehead before cooing brightly at her, smiling at her with all the brightness in the world, paying Stiles absolutely no mind.

"You took her out of day care without telling me first?" Stiles gaped, absolutely angered that his father had let him believe for even a moment that his girl was missing.

He knew it was a cruel irony - a blunt kind of karma. All the times he had come home late, all the nights he had snuck out believing that his dad was simply being too hard on him for giving him such an early curfew. Now, in a single crashing moment, he instantly understood why his father had worried so much - why he was so angry every single time Stiles was out of his sight, especially when there was danger around.

"Your phone was off." Noah shrugged, rocking Lila back and forth in his arms, giving her another kiss on the forehead as he began to hum the tune of a lullaby under his breath. "I got bored on my lunch break, and I wanted to see my baby, so what?"

It was the usual for him - any time he was within ten feet of her, she didn't have a moment in your arms or Stiles's. On the day she had been born, he had brought a giant gift basket to the hospital, grumbling under his breath about how he still thought it was 'irresponsible' of Stiles, but demanding to see 'his baby'.

He had burst into tears upon seeing Lila for the first time, and was deeply aggressive about who was allowed to visit and for how long. When she came home, he stood watch over her crib with his gun in hand for multiple days before he finally gave up and went to sleep (and according to you, he admitted quietly that he had done the same thing for Stiles when he first came home from the hospital).

"My phone died." Stiles stressed. "You could have left a note for me at the school or something. You gave me a freakin' heart attack."

"Be more responsible and charge it next time." The Sheriff grinned at him.

"Just - don't kidnap my daughter again!" Stiles snapped. "She is my daughter-" He argued, taking a possessive, protective stance.

"Yeah, well I made you, so I have certain rights when it comes to this little sweet girl." His father said, trailing off into a cooing baby voice as he began fawning over Lila once again. Stiles rolled his eyes. "Besides, ever since the three of you moved out, I hardly get to see my babygirl anymore."

Stiles felt a twinge of guilt at this, but wanted to argue. The three of you needed your own space, and you had moved into an apartment that was less than twenty minutes away from his father's house. He still saw Lila at least once every single day of the week, unless he was busy working.

"Dad-"

"Besides, it's not kidnapping if I'm the Sheriff."

"It is so kidnapping! It's kidnapping if I report you."

"Is it still considered an abortion if I terminate you now?" His father glared at him.

Stiles let out a huff.

Isaac was tired. He knew that being a parent was going to be tiring, but in the six months since baby Leon had been born, this was his first full night alone with his son. His son who was teething, crying incredibly loudly, and in pain because of his little teeth coming in. He wasn't nearly as upset about the fact that he hadn't slept as he was about the fact that his son was in pain and he could do little about it.

He had considered calling you a few times throughout the night when Leon was letting out particularly harrowing cries and Isaac was on the verge of tears himself (especially considering with his heightened werewolf senses, the pain of those cries seemed to pierce through him even more) - but he had agreed to take care of Leon by himself to get him out of the house that you and your mother shared because you had been studying for the SATs and you needed sleep the night before your big exam. So as much as it pained him, he endured alone and ended up crying with his son while he sucked on a frozen teething toy with tears still running down his chubby cheeks.

The sun had come up a while ago and Leon had just fallen asleep, his portable crib set up in the middle of the loft so that Isaac could watch over him - his hair messy and his eyes bloodshot red as he stood at the counter, chugging down a cup of black coffee, trying his hardest to stay away until after your exam was over so that you could take Leon and he could have a nap.

He was not at all pleased when the door creaked open, seeming like the loudest thing ever - alerting him to the presence of Boyd entering the apartment.

"Hey, man-" Boyd greeted him in a usual bright tone, and Isaac cut him off with an abrupt hush. He put a finger to his lips and then motioned to the crib, and Boyd peeked over, nodding once he saw the baby. "You're on Daddy duty again?"

"It's not like it's a hobby or something," Isaac told him tiredly in a hushed tone. "I am a father now." Even with the tense whispering and the tired droop of his shoulders, there was a certain sense of pride in the way he said this.

"Well you-"

Isaac shushed him again, as Boyd speaking in his usual tone was far too loud for Isaac's liking.

"You know, he's gonna have to get adjusted to noise sooner or later." Derek piped up from his place on the couch, where Isaac had convinced him to sit and read a book until Leon had settled to sleep.

"Shh!" Isaac tried to hush Derek into silence, but he glared at Isaac and kept talking at his usual volume.

"Babies born into pack families are brought up co-sleeping, so they sleep through the noise of a dozen family members-"

Isaac crossed the room and put a hand against Derek's mouth, forcing him quiet this time.

"I don't care." Isaac insisted. "Nobody is going to wake up my son now that he is asleep."

"Stop touching me." Derek said, muffled against Isaac's hand.

Isaac backed off, and before Derek could speak up again, Leon woke with a high pitched wail.

"You guys have fun with that." Boyd said, taking this as his queue to leave.

Lydia was overjoyed. Telling her parents about everything had been nothing short of a confusing nightmare, and after a lot of convincing from Melissa and Noah and a lot of questions without a lot of answers, they had both still been sceptical right up until you had given birth.

The moment they had laid eyes on a sweet newborn baby girl with bright red hair - they were convinced that against all odds, you and Lydia had made a baby together.

That was an entire year ago - and now, Lydia was having the utter pleasure of planning her beautiful Luna Harmony Martin's first birthday party. She was so perfectly in her element - picking out decorations, designing an utterly epic and fabulous birthday cake (including a separate, smaller smash cake that only her daughter would get to touch, because it was only the best for Luna), planning entertainment - a professional princess performer and some magicians (no clowns - Luna didn't need those kind of memories implanted in her psyche this early on), and the best part: picking out cute little dresses for the birthday girl to wear.

Much like her mother, she was a fashion icon, and she would likely need multiple outfit changes for her party - not just with the fact that she would get covered in cake or her own spit-up, but because a proper birthday girl should always be photographed in more than one ensemble.

You weren't surprised when Lydia came home with two large armfuls of shopping bags. You wanted to protest, to tell her that a one-year-old didn't need that many clothes that she wasn't even going to wear, but you knew that Lydia's parents weren't going to take away her credit card anytime soon (and when it came to spoiling the baby, they were even worse) and you also knew that this was one of her ways of showing your daughter love.

So when she came to sit on the cushy foam playmat with you and Luna, dropping the many shopping bags on the cough behind the two of you, you simply let it happen.

"Hello my sweet girl," Lydia said, greeting your daughter in a sweet voice as she kissed her chubby cheeks and pulled her into her lap. "And hello to you, Mama."

Mama. The nickname still made your stomach churn with heat - something that Lydia had gotten into calling you more lately after some rant about how Luna's 'speech centre' was 'rapidly developing' and she wanted to influence what the baby would call you.

You couldn't help but to grin as you kissed her too.

"I see you've been shopping." You said, motioning toward the bags.

"A bit." Lydia shrugged. "After I booked the carousel-"

"A carousel?" You questioned. "Lydia, she's a year old. She can't even ride carnival rides - she's not even going to remember any of this."

"It's for the photos. Obviously." Lydia sighed in return, rolling her eyes at you. "The theme of the party is Cotton Candy Princess, what kind of idiot would I be if I didn't include at least one classic carnival ride in my photos?"

"At this rate, she's gonna want a golden pony by the time she's five."

"Then she'll get one." Lydia cooed at Luna, kissing her cheeks again, smearing pink lipstick on her.

You couldn't help but to smile - you knew that this was Lydia's way of showing your daughter that to her, she was the most important little girl in the world.

Derek was annoyed - not with his son, with you.

Since the moment he had found out that you were pregnant, Derek loved his son more than anything in the world. He loved you just as much, he had right from the moment he had slashed Peter's throat and then turned you where you were dying, bleeding out, and used his newfound Alpha powers to turn you in order to save your life. Because that was the moment he knew he would risk anything and everything in order to keep you alive.

He loved you very much, but he was still annoyed with you.

You were determined not to let Derek sleep with his son - a tradition as old as pack life itself, now being marred by you shoving articles in Derek's face about how co-sleeping was 'dangerous' and how the baby should have his own crib. A baby of only three months old should not be damned to isolation. It made Derek's heart ache just thinking about it. He was used to the comfort of your body - he was used to the sync of your heartbeat, the sound of his voice and Derek's constantly nearby. He shouldn't be off in the corner by himself. You had made Derek feel like some criminal, sneaking out of bed at one in the morning to pluck his son out of that damned crib in order to spend some time with him.

And now, Alexander was sleeping peacefully on his bare chest, skin to skin as nature intended, feeling the peace of his father's heartbeat as Derek dozed into a gentle sleep himself on the sofa himself. He was - until he heard the distinct squeak of the bed springs on your side, a distinct huff from you as you got out of bed.

"Derek," You sighed when you saw what he had done, crossing your arms over your chest - it was an entirely appealing sight; the incredibly small baby perched in the middle of his bare chest, so tiny against Derek's large, muscled frame. But it did make you worry - Alexander wasn't secured in any way - he could fall, he could roll off. Even though Derek was an incredibly capable, loving parent, even in the haze of sleep, he could roll over and crush the baby.

It scared you.

"What - are you gonna take him from me?" He glared at you, deep betrayal in his voice. It was clear that the only thing keeping him from raising his voice further was the restraint not to yell so close to the baby's ear. "Do you honestly think that I would hurt my son?"

You held back tears, hating how much the insinuation clearly pained Derek.

"Never." You told him, your own tears choking your throat. "Derek, I know that you would never hurt him intentionally. But-"

"Exactly." He replied, cutting you off. "And there is nothing that will harm him. I am not going to let it happen."

You sighed, putting a hand to your forehead in frustration.

Derek shook his head, sitting up, putting a hand against Alexander's diapered bum to support him - able to hold nearly the entirety of his tiny body with one hand.

"Didn't you notice that all of those articles you read are written by humans?" He pointed out. "This is something that my family has done for generations. Our senses are honed for stuff like this. The moment that a baby is born, we sleep differently. Haven't you noticed?"

You had noticed - you felt like you had been sleeping with only half your brain, like a shark. You thought it was something your mother had warned you about, how you would never get a full night's rest again after having a baby. But it felt different. You did wake up rested, but you didn't dream anymore. You felt conscious nearly the entire time you were asleep - hyper aware of everything, your body responsive to every single coo, every little noise the baby made. You became hyper aware of the rhythm of his heartbeat while you slept, often using it as a white noise machine while you laid there.

"Yeah." You admitted - Derek gave you a subtle smug grin, and nodded.

"I'm not going to hurt him, not even by accident - because I can't." Derek told you firmly. "I will wake up the minute he cries, and I won't shift in my sleep. And this is healthy for us. Our heartbeats will sync up and this will help him sleep better. Please, just trust me on this."

Derek rarely pleaded with you about things, rather than outright telling you - so you knew that this mattered to him greatly.

"Yes. I trust you." You told him. "Come back to bed?" You posed. "All of us in the same bed."

He smiled, and leaned in to kiss you before he got up off the couch, bringing your son with him.

(When you woke up the next morning, the crib was smashed to pieces, and Derek - who was in the kitchen making breakfast with Alexander still pressed to one shoulder - claimed that he had no idea how it happened.)

...

Teen Wolf Masterlist

[lukas-broken-bow]

Why is your name that?

Mine is this because when I first started tumblr I was hyperfixating on an OC called Oscar who got kidnapped by an evil doctor/ringmaster. (He was called Valentine which was ironic because Saint Valentine was a doctor who was a beloved figure and all of the people Dr. Valentine kidnapped to be in his show hated him. But also because he’s aroace and loves all his victims like pets but he’s namesakes with a holiday about non platonic love.) Valentine would do a thing where- You know how some taxidermists will make mythical creatures out of several different animal species’ parts? He would do that with living things. He would use surgeries and chemicals to combine living creatures together to make monsters for his show. There was also a carnival that he also owned that traveled with the circus/was part of it. And in that carnival was a “zoo” thing for artificial monsters who refused to perform. Like Oscar. So Valentine turned Oscar into a have snake. (Like the shape a mermaid is, but with a snake instead of a fish.) Valentine has chemicals that can make things grow more than they should to fit whatever creatures they’re supposed to be attached to. So he did that with the snake and mixed up it’s organs so that it’s brain could go in in its back somewhere and be connected up to Oscar’s brain so that they could communicate mentally. Now Valentine put the snake’s fangs, tongue, and vocal cords into Oscar’s mouth and throat (so now he can’t talk and he’s venomous.) But you understand. It’s still the snake’s brain controlling all the snake parts. And the snake would have conflict with Oscar at first. But then they would slowly meld into one consciousness because they can both feel each other’s physical sensations and emotions and they’re aware of all of each other’s thoughts, so like. Intuitively, I felt like they would stop being able to tell the difference eventually and just become different facets of the same person.

Anyway, Oscar really, really likes plants. He’s a gardener professionally and on his own because he grows a lot of his own food. (Made his own rain catching irrigation system.) So Valentine offered him a bunch of options for a new name. “Oscar” simply isn’t exotic or snakelike enough. And while Oscar wasn’t going to respond to anything other than his real name, Valentine was going to name tag him with whatever he chose, so it did actually matter. There was one single option for a new name that was anything related to a plant. He decided he would choose that one out of. I guess it was some sort of tie to what he used to do? The name was Basil. Oscar thinks of it as the snake’s name.

So Basil the snaking thing. Now I think I would rename myself “Parsley the Crow” since that’s more accurate to me, but everyone knows me as this and I have friends and branding to keep up with.

(Oscar eventually managed to grow a bunch of plants in his cage as an act of rebellion. Mostly ferns.)

okay, first of all, that lore is FIRE. second, branding is very important so good on you for maintaining your brand.

now, regarding myself, I am, as has been proven, a nerd. I am such a nerd, in fact, that my favourite band of all time is 2CELLOS, a cello duo comprised of Luka Šulić and Stjepan Hauser that has since broken up. I grew up OBSESSED with their music (I used to beg my mother to watch their music videos every day). they basically designed my pop culture taste. I got into AC/DC because 2CELLOS covered Thunderstruck. they covered the Pirates of the Caribbean theme, so I watched the films. I became interested in time travel (now a dear obsession) because one of their music videos involved them doing rocking cello solos in the Georgian era, and I began hc-ing that they travelled back in time to do it (this was when I was maybe nine). I loved them SO MUCH (still do, but now I also have other interests music-wise and pop culture-wise).

when I was around twelve or thirteen years old, I finally got the chance to go to one of their concerts; my grandparents were in town for my birthday, and as a gift, they bought me tickets to the 2CELLOS tour. at that point, I had just gotten into the internet and didn’t really have a brand or a consistent url, and I didn’t know what I wanted it to be. and then, at the concert (which was AMAZING), Luka played the cello so hard his bow broke. the coolest thing my tiny child self had ever seen.

that was the moment I forever became Luka’s Broken Bow.

funnily enough, for my birthday this year, I got tickets to go see Luka solo in concert in April. who knows, maybe he’ll break his bow again.

[meo-juice]

hanta sero headcanons ✩࿐࿔

͙͘͡ ★ author's note: sero my love. my light. i am taking requests for one shots and hc's!

͙͘͡ ★ cw: sfw, swearing.

͙͘͡ ★ word count: 522

͙͘͡ ★ dividers by @hyuneskkami on tumblr!

sero has always been tall, he towered over all of his classmates by second grade and was outrageously skinny. since UA he has been able to bulk up.

he has really prominent ears and teeth. his smile is big and bright, but he has a snaggletooth and a coupled other crooked ones but he has the most pure smile.

he carries like 3 things in his book bag at all times, a pencil, a comic book, and a bag of granola because, "you never know when you're gonna need it." obviously.

he hikes on weekends and half of his camera roll is just views from mountains and random plants.

he's more intelligent than he lets on to be an easily picks up on stuff, the effort for academics is just lacking.

his room is the ultimate space for hanging out with floor cushions, hanging chairs, and subtle incense roaming around the room.

sero wears his hair up a lot, just the longer parts in the back are tied because he doesn't like the way it gets caught under the collar of his shirts.

he's not super outgoing but is generally just a good guy that everyone gets along with. he is well respected and has a lot of friends, but is extremely loyal to his closest ones.

he is ALWAYS down to try new restaurants or hobbies that his friends are in to. basically just always there to have a good time.

he is the mediator of the group- when bakugou is ready to wring denki's neck out for saying something ridiculous sero can always bring down the situation. he is extremely grounded.

he isn't one to splurge on stuff very often but he does like to buy colognes. he finds that men's colognes are usually too musty and strong so he usually opts for a fresh, citrusy, unisex scent. he always smells SO damn good.

he definitely uses his quirk to just hang around sometimes instead of a hammock (which he owns.)

he's actually pretty handy and does will with carpentry or work like painting and construction. he's had to fix many chair legs and lamps before aizawa found out after everyone got too rowdy.

despite how chill he is, he definitely shares memes back and forth with denki in the class group chat just to piss of bakugou and iida.

he plays roblox and minecraft with denki, mina, and kirishima a lot. the one time bakugou actually accepted the invite he got pissed off because he couldn't figure out how to control the character in roblox and that his dress to impress outfit didn't win.

he is a lover of board games.

he is so fuckin funny and basically lives to make his friends laugh.

tells his friends he loves them every night.

he has a funky lil pet like a gecko or turtle with a name like cheese.

i bet he do some weird shit like wiggling his ears or a backbend where he can put his head through his legs.

early in UA before any relationships he had HOOOOOEEEESSSS. now that he's older he has significantly calmed down.

͙͘͡ ★ disclaimer: these characters do not belong to me! all written works are my own (meo-juice). please do not repost my work on other sites or apps than tumblr. thank you!

[ray-winters]

we just wanna hear any hcs you have for our boy misch

Alright, y’all asked for it, buckle up:

Mischa makes most of his money from an apprenticeship he has at the only tattoo parlor in Uranium City. He gets paid a bit, and on top of that he gets free tattoos (which is where he got all of his from). Plus it keeps him out of the house and also pisses his very traditionally valued adoptive parents off. Win win.

My Mischa only has tattoos on his right arm bc I am left handed so HE is left handed- he does his own tattoos mostly. He was going to start a sleeve on his left arm after he got home from the fall fair.

Speaking of his tattoos; the first tattoo he gave himself was one that says “Bad Egg” w/devil horns and a devil tail. “Bad Egg” was something his adoptive dad would frequently call him, so it was his way of reclaiming the name for himself, and pissing off his adoptive parents bc they were viciously anti-tattoo

He has another tattoo of a crescent moon with a “ - T” next to it bc he asked Talia to draw him something to put on his body. She drew the moon because of the time difference between Kyiv & Uranium, any time she sees the moon she knows she’s going to hear from Mischa soon. So she began to associate Mischa with the moon.

My personal fav tattoo I gave Mischa is that stereotypical “S” where you draw 6 lines and connect them. This is brand fucking new to Mischa, he had never seen it before, and he thought it was dope af, so he tattooed it on himself immediately.

He has a tattoo of a pot leaf, but it’s not very good so everyone always thinks it’s a Canadian maple leaf. Which drives him up the wall.

Mischa has taken in a small black cat that would hang around the tattoo parlor and would occasionally follow him home. It lives with him in the basement, it comes and goes, and it is a well kept hidden secret.

Mischa hangs at Noel’s house…a lot. Noel’s mom lets him stay the night often bc she knows about his home life and thinks it’s disgraceful, so she takes care of him.

Mischa was class clown and relatively popular at his high school in Ukraine- which is the polar opposite of how he’s received at St. Cassian’s. People either are afraid of him, or they try to make fun of him, so either way he has found himself alone most of the time.

He’d never admit it, but Mischa does actually enjoy hanging with the kids in the choir. He gets to hang with his bestie, Noel. He admires Constance’s patience and kindness, he thinks she’s probably the best person in Uranium. While he and Ocean get on each other’s nerves, there’s a small part of him that secretly looks forward to their fights. But only a little bit. He doesn’t notice Ricky is there until after the accident, and then spends a large chunk of his time trying to rectify that by getting to know/encourage Ricky.

He and Noel became friends bc some of the boys who were trying to bully Mischa were also bullying Noel. When Mischa was about to start defending Noel, Noel ended up proving he can defend himself with his quick wit rather than fists. This is a trait that Mischa admires a lot, so they pretty much joined forces that day and they’ve been the dynamic duo of Uranium City ever since.

Mischa has pretty severe abandonment issues and it prone to panic attacks because of it. He’s more of a “suffer in silence” kind of guy, so it takes someone with patience and kindness like Constance to give him some tips on how to calm himself down. I.E. remembering a calming situation like “climbing back into your bed in the morning and feeling the heat left over from your body.”

Mischa had been kicked out of a few schools in Uranium, and his adoptive figures (they’re not really parents, barely guardians) gave him one last chance at St. Cassian’s. When he was caught stealing the communion wine, Father Marcus told him he HAD to join the choir and that he HAD to at the very least sing at the competition. Which is why he doesn’t do any choreo during the opening number.

Addendum- he does ONE move during the opening number. The finger wag on “oh no no” because Noel came up with that move, and after Ocean tried to cut it, Mischa said it was the only move he’d do even if it was cut. So he forced her to keep the move in via malicious compliance.

Over the course of the musical, there isn’t really a moment where he thinks he’s gonna win. His life wasn’t fair, why should his death be any different.

He thinks Jane is THE coolest and THE most metal thing he’s ever seen. After she finishes her number, his heart is effectively broken for her.

When Constance punches Ocean, Mischa doesn’t have the “FUCK YEAH” reaction that you’d expect. It’s actually met with some sadness. He’s always encouraging Constance to stick up for herself, and to not take Ocean’s shit. But, he respects that she has patience and kindness. When Constance punches Ocean, he almost sees it as a failure on his part.

The reason in my head why Mischa and Ocean feud so much is because they remind each other of one another’s parents. Ocean is the poster child of excellence in Uranium, Mischa’s adoptive parents have said more than once that they wish he could “be like that Ocean girl” - on the contrary, Ocean has caught Mischa smoking weed before. His incredibly radically liberal world view reminds her of her hippy parents. They get that anger out at them on each other. But at the end of the show, they both have a deeper respect for one another. Ocean for Mischa because she sees the real him, who is gentle & compassionate. Mischa for Ocean because she does the most selfless thing she could possibly do, which he respects infinitely.

I’m sure I have more but these are the HC’s that immediately came to mind. This is what makes Majestic Rep’s Mischa, Mischa.

[ravs6709]

Personal criticisms of tbhx I have (so far? Maybe this will get updated?) as of ep12

I debated on making this for like 2 weeks now, but the queen arc really got me to do it (spoiler alert I am. Not a great fan of ep12)

Because tumblr loves to piss on the poor, I'm reiterating that these are personal criticisms (possible that not all of them are fully warranted), and fans are allowed to criticize a show (because I've seen people make posts hating on people who remotely criticize something)

Anyways that will all go under the cut

Nice arc

Wish we got to see more of wreck, and xiao yueqing in a sense of what do they think of nice (or wreck as himself without nice)

I dont need full backstory cause I know it's being vague rn on purpose, but I'd at least like to know what it was that drew wreck to nice (and a little more of what xiao yueqing hated about nice, though at least we did get a glimpse of that)

I feel like there should've been like. At least 5 minutes dedicated to lin ling and his feelings of being a hero in between firm man and God eye. We did get a moment or two super minor bits showing the ocd, but i wish they weren't minor

Does lin ling miss his old appearance? Are there habits he had previously that he has to now break because he was nice? Are there new habits that he ordinarily would have hated? How did he feel in the moment, being that popular and in the top 10?

Xiao yueqing. Her whole arc. The way her death was handled. What do you mean here's a woman who was forcibly tied to a man and her letting herself become free was framed as a tragic moment because she got trapped on an island where she needed help? To make her regret leaving lin ling (a man) behind???

Cause when God eye happened, it rushed his arc and while cool and fitting his motivations revolved around xiao yueqing and he said he didn't feel like a hero when he reached top 10, I wanna know *what* made him not feel like it (i mean ig we sorta got that staring into the window moment, but it was such a small amount of time)

Like in general I thought the directon of his growth was good, i just wish there was more of an in between for maximum impact

The fact that she has to be saved by a man on the island. And then her death is treated solely as a shock for lin ling and his arc. Despite everything in her character being about being free, her death was for the sake of a man

Don't get me wrong i like lin ling & xiao yueqing's dynamic. In fact, I view them as growing close and as a qpr. (Aro xyq seems very fitting, though ofc that is an hc, and moonling was very apparent in the show)

E-soul arc

I dont have as many criticisms, but I also don't feel as strongly about this arc as I did with the nice arc

Xia qing seemed pretty... i dont wanna say passive but I do wish she served more of a role than just crush

That being said I'm actually satisfied with the way they ended things off with her

Pomelo didn't play like any role beyond the first ep, which was pretty disappointing, considering he was yang cheng's first supporter)

The actual e-soul fight was... idk. I don't think enough emotional impact was put into it until like the very end with the revelation of yang cheng's hesitation, but that's less about e-soul and the fight

Opening scene with e-soul and yang cheng, e-soul asks yang cheng for his name, which served zero relevance to their fight. What was the purpose in asking for his name, then, if nothing was going to come out of that?

One of the eps had a document that when translated stated what went down with zero (I think), and while I'm cool with hinting at events future or past lore through easter eggs, I don't think giving out an entire situation within an easter egg is good world building. It's a very inorganic way to go about it

Lucky cyan

They did noooot do enough with luo and his bad luck. I thought his bad luck would come into play for the finale, but it wasn't even mentioned iirc? Why did no one at the orphanage blame their literal bad luck kid for shit falling apart?

The media I get why they would, I imagine they don't even know luo. But the Dean???

Middle episode was very. Nothing of an episode. They should've actually added in a scene where cyan went back and she got told luo was dead cause leaving that implied was very. Weak of a writing decision. If just that scene was added in, I could forgive that middle episode to be a nothing transition-er

The Dean & cyan conflict was pretty anticlimactic from an emotional standpoint, the fight was sick though. Also same with cyan & luo ish, but the plane scene is vv good <3

Why does cyan continue to be a hero..? It kinda just feels all go with the flow for her. Entering dos because luo wanted to be a hero + she wanted to save him sure, but what drives her to be more than a singer beyond that..?

This one could still get addressed in the future

Queen arc

Beautiful first episode. Brilliant setup of its themes. Queen did feel more background in her own arc (esp compared to x) but fine. It's setup. Whatever I still loved it

What the fuck was the second episode

Look, the 8 minute queen and bowa fight was gorgeous. Stunning animation, camera work, usage of environment, everything

Why was there no emotion in that. We can't pretend to treat a stunning fight to be inherently equivalent to narrative payoff

Very sparse dialogue (at least with the e-soul fight, the lack of interaction is much more fitting), bowa throws a couple accusations and queen... doesn't respond much?

She says some stuff at the end of the fight that had literally no relevance like okay queen say some cool lines but what the hell are you on about

The moment in the first ep where bowa almost breaks through queen's rules (whether through bowa strength or queen being weak) should've had a second moment in this fight (bowa using loopholes was cool but what I'm suggesting works better from a narrative standpoint)

Why did we never go back to that moment

In fact that second moment should be bowa actually breaking through her rules

And then a third moment where queen finds her resolve

(Actually. Well I didn't time it but why did it take FOREVER for queen to issue her first command. More of the fight should center around her rules)

Cause while they did do bowa's backstory good to setup the effort vs talent idea, there's no reciprocation of it from queen's end. Does her fight prove hard work? I mean maybe vaguely but there's no internal character growth there

They don't have to become friends in the end, but they should've gained a better understanding of each other

0 addressing the blatant manipulation to pin women against each other. Or of the women in male dominated fields. Point is nothing set up from the first ep has payoff in the second. It's actually disappointing ep11 might be my fave ep, but ep12 feels like it spoils it

I feel like it would've been worth actually addressing that while queen is the symbol for women as heroes, she herself never brought up gender. But this one is more okay to leave implicit compared to others idk

While we can get more in the future (likely much of what i ask is tied to the childhood queen waves off), why does queen want to change the world? Even a hint would do. Or better yet—what was her plan if she did change it. Her speech while ambitious is actually really really vague with her plans

[neptunesgrl]

Things that my redacted favs do that are true because I said so

SWEETHEART, LASKO, GUY

SWEETHEART:

- Calls Milo angel in private, had a couple drinks and it ended up slipping out in front of the pack. David looked very confused for the rest of the night and proceeded to call SH in the middle of the night to say “what do you know”, “what did they (Angel) tell you”, etc. Angel found it incredibly amusing.

- Drinks scotch. Rarely, since it makes Milo uncomfortable. They had it in their apartment once and after they’d learned of his father’s struggle with it, they made sure to keep it out of sight when he came over. Hasn’t bought a bottle since they moved in.

- Reverse pick-pockets everyone. Hates when people make a big deal out of apologies or big emotional things. Their way to avoid it is to make silent apologies. Often but not limited to leaving a couple hundreds in their wallet, cause we all know SH makes bank.

- Nicknames for Milo include: Mi, angel (as previously mentioned), hun/honey, babe.

- Takes the NYT crossword incredibly seriously and looks forward to it more than they’d like to admit

- Raised in New England. Hopes to move back if they decide to have kids, that is until they gain their powers, and need to move back to Dahlia.

Side note: Their child listening to ‘California’ by Chappell Roan on full blast in their room and giving SH war flashbacks

- Has gained a slight NJ/NY accent from Milo. Slips out when they get mad. Specifically with the words: ‘jackass’, ‘told her (so i told ha)’, ‘off (awf)’, ‘call (just cawl me)’, etc.

LASKO:

- Constantly holding Dear’s hand. At first, it was difficult for him to initiate, but once he realized it was the least embarrassing thing he could ask for, it became habit. Sometimes Dear slides their thumb to his wrist to check his pulse when he’s nervous.

- (UNEMPOWERED AU) Dear is an EMT. Sirens used to startle and disturb Lasko, now he finds comfort in knowing Dear is getting to save people (corny and tooth rotting fluff ik)

- Once, Lasko wore Dear’s fleece that went with their uniform since they’d left it at his place and it was too cold to go out without one. It took him 10 minutes of pacing at the front door to go outside and grab the food he ordered. Just in case someone on the 2 second walk down there would need medical attention and thought he could help since he’d be wearing the EMT jacket.

- He owns every single PJO book and shamelessly reads them at least once a year. He’s in the Zeus cabin (obviously). Grover’s his favorite, because in his words, “he’s the only one worried about the logistics.”

- ‘Guilty as Sin?’ is THEIR SONG. I will not be taking any criticisms at this time or ever. It’s just the lyrics about feeling guilty for thinking about the other in that way. Like are you kidding me. ‘I’ve screamed his name, building up like waves’ DEAR WE KNOW ITS YOU IN THE WRITERS ROOM.

GUY:

(these are mostly fem leaning i am so sorry)

- Watched The Real Housewives. Insists Jersey is peak, Honey agrees. They take the finales very seriously. Honeys favorite is Margaret, Guys favorite is Melissa. He insists Honey and him are exactly like Joe and Melissa. I have RHONJ brainrot save me.

- Uses a sleep eye mask from dollar tree that says ‘nap queen’ on it. Found it in Honeys childhood bedroom.

- Raised in NYC (Brooklyn), insists he knows how to use the subway and always gets lost. Honey cracked the code within 2 days.

- Had headgear in high school. No further explanation. That’s it. That’s the HC.

- Child of…

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dddiiivvvooorrrccceee!!!! i’m projecting He is so Chandler Bing coded don’t lie.

- Somewhere down the line, he’d like to write a book about him and Honey. Whether they work out or not. Very “You were a wonderful experience” / “You were…everything.” coded. Can you tell that not only am i awful at it, but I hate angst?

- Love letters EVERYWHERE. On dressers, in nightstand drawers, on the windshield of Honeys car, this man will find anywhere to put one of the many notes he has written gushing about his partner.

☕️📰🤍

This has been in my drafts for so long I feel emotional posting it. Please take good care of my baby.

[gladsforthelads]

oh my gosh hi! Im new here! ヾ(＾-＾)ノ (ㆁᴗㆁ✿) I see you have finally opened up your asks and I am so excited! I don't know if you do this kind of stuff but; How do you think the GLaDS(?) [glads(?)] would react if like, a girl came up to their man and was all 'oh he's mine' and shows a ring? And how do you think the lads would react? Love what you're doing! Keep it up! Ima come back soon! XOXO

OMG HIIIIII~

I thought I had my Asks open the moment I started this blog and realized over the weekend that I had not. 😅 I LOVE to do stuff like this and am very open to do prompts/HCs for my girls~

You're my first ask for this blog, yay!

Now, how i think the girls would react? I'll go most confident to least, and these will be little snippet stories, so enjoy!

Cordelia & Rafayel

It was a random Thursday afternoon, Rafayel had blown up her phone with messages requesting his bodyguard to go shopping at his favorite art supply store. They had only been there a few minutes, Rafayel was being extra meticulous in picking out his brushes, muttering to himself about the good and bad quality of the brushes when she showed up. Her flowery perfume was overwhelming as she suddenly waltzed up to them, flashing a gaudy ring in her face, demanding she get away from her fiancé because ‘He’s mine!”.

There was admittedly, a fiery pang of jealousy that burned through her first, but Cordelia kept a calm smile on her face. This wasn’t the first time some obsessed adoring fan of the great artist Rafayel had tried a stunt like this, and Cordelia knew it wouldn’t be the last so long as he lived in the limelight. She could feel Rafayel’s dirty look and flaring temper, but Cordelia calmly stepped between them, pulled out her Hunter’s badge, and flashed her authority to the fan.

“I’m afraid neither your name nor face is on my list of Mr. Rafayel’s associates that is safe to be left alone in his company.” She kept her tone cool and professional and saw the attitude shift in the girl’s face. “I will politely ask you to leave now before I have you arrested for impersonation, misdemeanor, and stalking.”

The girl sputtered and paled, and with a quivering lip turned on her heel and fled the store. The few shoppers inside stared at them briefly before returning to their shopping. It was a small easy victory, that thankfully ended without making a large scene, however Rafayel would have to look for a new store to shop in; again. The burning jealousy was slow to smother itself out as she kept her back to Rafayel, but his smooth gentle fingers grazed the palm of her hand before locking between the spaces of her fingers.

“Good job Miss Bodyguard,” with a playful tone he lifted her hand and kissed her ring finger. “Don’t worry, you’re the only one that’s allowed to call me yours, Cutie. Should we go back to the studio to prove that I’m all yours~?”

His reassurance was enough to soothe the jealous fire, but it sparked a different one that couldn’t be put out in public.

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Elara & Sylus

They’d just finished biking and were at the usual biker stop atop the hill overlooking the N109 zone. Sylus had left his helmet on and was resting on the seat of his bike while Elara had taken her helmet off to catch some fresh air before they went back to the base when one of the biker girls from across the way was maddogging her. Normally she just ignored her, signal to Sylus it was time to go, and they’d leave, but as if sensing her plan, the biker girl was marching over them with a determined look in her eye. Elara just wanted to groan. This was her last night off before having a mission for the next two weeks and she didn’t to end it getting into a pointless fight.

“I like your bike,” the biker jutted her chin at her ride as she stood in front of the bikes in a poor attempt to keep them from riding off.

“Thanks,” Elara said warily, “I do too.”

“I like your boyfriend better.”

Elara stood stunned trying register what the girl had said. She neither confirmed nor denied the complicated status of their relationship, but the audacity for this girl to walk over and state such a thing was appalling. She obviously didn’t know the helmet man tilting his head in amusement was the big bad boss of Onychinus, or she would’ve reevaluated whatever method she was doing to get a one-night stand. For a brief moment she thought Sylus had put her up to this, or maybe Luke and Keiren, but the girl was far too serious for this to be a joke.

“Oh, yeah?” Elara could only raise a brow at her as she realized where this was going. Sylus’s shoulders moved up and down, as if he was fighting back laughter as he watched the little showdown before him.

“Yeah,” she looked Sylus’s tall muscular frame with an undeniable hunger that twisted something dark within Elara. “I think he’s going to be mine.”

For the fastest second all Elara could see red as a strange hungry desire to stake her claim called from within her, however she couldn’t make that claim. Her relationship with Sylus was too complex to have a simple title as boyfriend and girlfriend – betwixt work associates when the occasion arose, bed partners on the nights of full moons, riding buddies – and she herself didn’t have a title or word for what they were exactly, but the King’s Ring was on a chain around her neck.

“If you think you can handle him, he’s all yours.” She shrugged and slid her helmet back on her head. “But I doubt you could handle any of his deals.”

She flipped the visor and revved the engine and sped around the girl without looking back. A dark chuckle rumbled on the intercom of her helmet.

“You’d just leave me with another woman, Sweetie?” The mirth in his voice was enough to make her roll her eyes. “I’m hurt.”

“As if. If you’d even had a modicum of interest in her you’d make your move first,” she huffed confidently. She felt a pull to her right as he sped beside her on his bike. “Besides, I have the King’s Ring, that means you’re mine.”

“Yes,” she caught a red glint under his visor and felt a stronger pull, “yes it does, kitten.”

===

Melora & Caleb

It was their day off, they were checking out the model plane store in Skyhaven, trying to see if the store carried any of the older models they’d lost in the explosion when a familiar pretty face appeared. Tall, blonde, blue eyes, skinny, and just overall beautiful even for her Y2K fashion, Brittany hadn’t changed much since high school, only getting more endowed as she matured and not look at all out of place while carrying a small model kit in her basket.

“That’s a good kit, but how old is your nephew?” Caleb asked easily, polite and kind as usual.

“He’s turning ten this weekend.”

“Has he done any models like this before?” He cocked a worried brow at her.

Brittany shook her head, really putting in the effort to make her body move enticingly, “From what my brother’s told me it’s a new hobby.”

Either not seeing or choosing to ignore Brittany’s advances, Caleb put his hand to his chin and tilted his head thoughtfully. “Let me see if I can find and easier kit for him them. Wait here.”

And just like that he was off to be the super helpful guy he always was, completely leaving Melora and Brittany to glare at one another. Brittany’s entire demeanor shifted, her nose scrunched, and the sweetness in her voice turned into sour condescension, “OMG, are you stilllllllll clinging to him you little pest? How old are you?”

“How old are you?” Melora scoffed as she looked her up and down and gestured to all of her. “Don’t you know that Y2K was last century? It’s aging you. Badly, or is looking older what you’re going for?”

“Puh-lease, everyone knows Caleb likes a full set.” She put her hands on her hips and puffed up her chest proudly, succeeding in making Melora feel just a tiny bit inadequate. “By the end of this visit, he is mine.”

Hand on her phone, the matching Jolly Apple charm swinging, she held it up proudly. “I doubt he’s going anywhere with you when he and I are already a pair.”

Brittany looked at the phone charm, hardly looking impressed and scoffed. Melora’s hands clenched into fists at her side just as Caleb back, his apple dog tag necklace swinging around his neck. His amethyst eyes were bright with excitement, his voice passionate about sharing a hobby with the younger generation, “Hey, so I found this one, I know it says 8+ on the box but it has less parts and might be a little easier for some of his first models to put together – ”

He looked up, eyes locked onto Melora immediately, brows creasing with worry. She tore her gaze away, not wanting to make a scene and shoved her phone in her pocket. She turned to the side and looked at some of the other models Caleb was previously looking at.

“Pips – ?”

“OMG, this is perfect!” Brittany cut in, taking the model kit from him, “Thank you so much.”

“Y – Yeah, no problem.” He said distractedly and smiled politely but was looking around her at Melora. “Glad I could help.”

“Do you think I could get your number?” Brittany spoke in a rush, pulling her phone out, already unlocking it to get his information. “In case my nephew wants different models, I could always use your recommendation.”

Melora’s ears burned, and she couldn’t look away from the plane model in front of her, blood pounding in her ears, stomach twisting into knots.

“Um, yeah, sure.” Caleb had to tear his eyes away from Melora and pulled his phone out of his pocket. Brittany’s eyes locked in on the Sunny Apple charm and her mouth snapped shut.

“Aw, that’s cute,” she poked the charm and Caleb frowned, the friendliness in his face dying. “Where’d you get that?”

His nostrils flared and his voice took a hard edge. “My girlfriend got it for me.”

Melora’s head snapped back, her heart soaring, and Brittany’s mouth puckered into a pout as Caleb stuffed his phone back into his pocket.

“You know what, I think if your nephew needs any advice about which model to get next, he should come into the store and ask the owner.” Caleb’s smile grew polite as he pointed to the gentleman behind the counter before walking past Brittany. He turned his attention back to Melora and she met his smile with another one of his own. “Come on pipsqueak, let’s go lunch.”

With a skip in her step and a hum in her heart she felt like she was flying.

===

Lyla & Zayne

It was a lovely Sunday afternoon, they’d spent the day at the farmer’s market together getting ingredients for the evening’s meal, sampling baked goods from sellers, and were settled into a nice, cozy café. Zayne went to get their drinks while she got the table. She’d stowed their bags against the wall and had just taken a seat when she looked up and a woman stared her down.

“I’m sorry, was this table taken?” Lyla immediately reached for her bags and started to gather her things, but the woman across the table held up her hand, pausing her movements.

“No, you can have the table.” She responded primly, her eyes trailing up and down Lyla’s frame in a way that made her skin crawl. “I just came here to tell you that you need to stop.”

Not understanding, her brows pinched, and she tilted her head to the side. “I beg your pardon?”

“I said you need to stop what you’re doing.” She reiterated, her tone like a match ready to light a flame.

“Stop what, exactly?”

The woman smacked both hands on the table and leaned forward, as if barely holding herself back from launching herself across the table. “You need to stop trying to worm your way into his heart!”

Jumping back and really wishing she’d just changed tables, Lyla blurted, “Who?”

“Zayne.”

“Zayne?” She blinked twice, turned to the counter where he was waiting to receive their drinks. She turned back and the woman had returned to her seat, but her feathers were very ruffled. “I’m sorry, but who are you?”

“His fiancé!” She snapped and held her hand out where she waggled a very cheap looking ring on her finger.

Lyla tried not to laugh. Zayne might have a monkey for a brother, but he didn’t have a fiancé. Even if he did, his salary could afford a much better ring. To her credit, she was dressed in a similar fashion to Zayne, almost as if she’d raided his closet, but Lyla could easily tell something was off about this woman.

“Well that’s news to me,” Lyla said carefully, not wanting to draw anymore attention to them than the stranger already had. “However, I assure you that we were just shopping.”

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to, witch!” She hissed and pointed a finger at her. “You’re trying to take him away from his purpose again?”

“Ma’am I don’t know what it is you think you’re doing,” Lyla tried to diffuse things, but the woman across from her looked ready to escalate them, “but I assure you Zayne is my –”

“My, my, what’s this?” Zayne cut in, setting a to-go cup down on the table and drawing the woman’s attention to himself. “Hello, Cynthia, how are you doing?”

“Much better now that you’re here.” She purred and cast Lyla a nasty look.

“Have you been taking your medication like you’re supposed to?” He asked with a thoughtful hum and the woman pouted.

“It tastes terrible.” She crossed her arms and looked away.

“I know, but its good for you and your mental clarity.” Zayne said pointedly and pulled out his phone. “Does your husband know where you are?”

Lyla blinked in surprise but pursed her lips to remain quiet.

“That man isn’t my husband; you are Dr. Zayne!”

“Hmmm, I’m sure Joshua would argue that.”

“Cynthia! There you are!”

A man, assumedly her husband Joshua, comes with her medicine and after much convincing from Doctor Zayne, Cynthia reluctantly took her medicine. Joshua apologized profusely but Zayne waved it off, forgiving them with a kind smile.

“I know she’s still recovering from her concussion,” he carefully tucked his hand into his pocket and waited for them to leave before taking his seat.

He looked utterly exhausted, and Lyla couldn’t help but let a small laugh bubble out of her. “Trying to live a telenovela, Dr. Zayne?”

“Hardly.” He huffed with a shake of his head and finally sipped his own coffee. “She has to come into the hospital every few weeks for examination and confuses her realities with her TV dramas sometimes.”

“Glad to know you don’t have a secret fiance, at least.” Lyla teased, cupping her coffee in her hands and peering up at him. “I would hate to be the homewrecker.”

“Never.” He snorted with a small teasing smile. “Tell me, I’m curious, just what had you planned on telling her before I interrupted?”

Lyla’s face bloomed with heat, and she shook her head, refusing to say anything. Zayne chuckled at her and ate a pastry while she tried to still her beating heart.

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Selene & Xavier

They had just returned from a mission when Xavier suddenly went on ahead to run and catch up with their coworker Sharon; again. For almost three weeks now he had been meeting up with her regularly and disappearing afterwards. Selene did her best not to feel slighted as she’d only seen them together at work, but rumors were going around the office that the two of them were dating. Given Xavier’s crazy sleep schedule, she found that very hard to believe that he was actually dating her, but he also refused to give her a straight answer when she asked what he was doing with her. Xavier didn’t strike her as the type to partner up with someone he wasn’t seeing, nor did he seem like one to cheat as they’d been on a handful of dates now.

She didn’t even bother following after him and went straight to the office to type up their report from today’s mission. It was easy, it was a very small Wanderer attack that  Xavier managed to finish up quickly and then they helped a few fruit seller stalls gather their fruit after it was all knocked into the road. The report was simple enough to type up, she clocked out, then went to the locker rooms to change and go home for the day.

She’d just finished changing out of her uniform when Sharon came waltzing out of one of the stalls, also finishing up for the day. Selene bobbed her head in acknowledgment but wanted nothing more than to ignore her and go straight home.

“Good work out there today.” Sharon said snidely, “Thank you for bringing my Xavier back to me.”

“Xavier’s not a pet.” Selene frowned and faced her. “He’s more than capable of handling himself, even without my help.”

“Even so, I’d be utterly distraught if something happened to my fiancé.”

Selene sputtered, her eyes going straight to the ring on her fourth finger of her left hand and felt something break inside of her then prickle angrily outwards. Selene puffed up, her hand gripping the strap of her bag tightly.  

“You shouldn’t tell lies like that.” She said sternly, “Xavier wouldn’t like that.”

“Oh please, everyone in the office is talking about us.”

“Those are rumors, that doesn’t make it true.” She argued weakly. “Besides, he’s my partner.”

“You’re his work partner,” Sharon tossed her hair over her shoulder cockily, “that means nothing in terms of romance.”

Selene wanted to argue that they were more than just work partners, they had meals together, that they played games together, got plushies together, had even been to each other’s apartments but the argument faded away with her confidence. Her eyes burned with unshed tears and not wanting to linger here for a second longer she left the locker room to go home. She just wanted to go home and mope in peace, but as she left, she spotted Xavier and Sharon talking.

A spoke of jealousy spurned through her, but she refused to sink to Sharon’s level and would be the bigger person. Keeping her head held high she walked past them without saying a word, but she felt Xavier’s gaze burning a hole through the back of her head. Hastening her steps she made it to the next landing when her hand was snatched back, and she whipped around to see Xavier.

“Hey, are you okay?” Worry and confusion furrowed his brow as he peered into her face. “I thought we were leaving together today.”

Selene stole a glance over his shoulder and saw Sharon pouting with her arms crossed and sending glares in her direction.

“Why don’t you go with your fiancé?”

He blinked twice, tilted his head and glanced behind him. “What are you talking about?”

“You haven’t heard the rumors?”

“Rumors?” He shook his head in confusion, “What rumors?”

Selene snatched her wrist back and quickly attached it to her bag strap to keep from shoving him away. “You and Sharon have been dating for months now, and you’re apparently engaged.”

Xavier’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open, pure shock on his face. “How could I be dating her, let alone be engaged to her, when I spend all my time with you?”

“You’re pretty fast, you could make time.” She shrugged and avoided his gaze. “You certainly have been spending plenty of time with her for the last three weeks.”

He opened his mouth to argue, then quickly shut it, puffing a soft breath.

“It’s not like that.”

“Well, I don’t know what is going on between you two since you refuse to give me a straight answer.” She snapped hotly, aiming a glare at him. “I’ve asked you twice about it and all you said was that you were doing some additional work with her.”

“I was.” He answered rather exasperatedly. “She’s studying the protocores and mineral waste from Wanderers to see if she could recycle it into wearable jewelry. She asked me to bring her bigger and more solid pieces for her to study and play around with.”

That sounded very plausible, and given all the protocores he picked up and tossed around after battles, it wasn’t too far-fetched. . .

The fight slowly left her, but she still needed some sort of confirmation from him to sooth her jealousy and her ego.

“So, you’re not two timing?”

“No.” He said vehemently, shaking his head to drive the whole point. He stood close enough that the toes of their shoes kissed and reached for her pinky finger. “I’m dating you, and only you. I promise”

Her angry jealous weeds uprooted themselves out of her heart to let a budding flower grow in her heart.

“Okay.” She relented with a sigh. “I believe you, but you really need to do something about those rumors . . .”

“I will.” He promised with a nod of his head. “I’ll get Tara on it first thing tomorrow.”

“Good.”  She smiled, feeling much better now. “Now you may walk home with me.”

He puffed a small laugh and smiled as he matched his step with hers. “Gladly, partner”

[rimunagenius]

(HC) Soft!Naomi Mcpherson x photographer!reader

You knew Naomi since college. Met them before they had met Katie and Josette.

They had been your first friend in college, and since you were majoring in photography, and they were getting their band up and running, you both decided you could be their photographer/media manager.

When MUNA started gayotic, you had been behind the cameras laughing and watching them talk about the funniest topics or the most strangest things. Never on it.

Muna was playing a show in France which meant a long bus ride before the ferry and an impending deadline for a new ep

The three members were about to start the pod, you meddling about in the bus looking for a change of comfy clothes

“Hey, Naomi? Where did I leave my black spandex shorts?” You called from the small hallway

“Yeah, Naomi…where did she leave them?” Josette looked at her bestfriend, eyebrows wiggling

“In my bunk, babe.” Naomi shouted, “We started the pod already, btw.”

“Oh! I’m sorry, thank you, love you.”

You and Naomi started dating after MUNA’s first record came out. You guys had basically been a couple. Kissing and cuddling and sometimes sleeping with eachother ;) had to celebrate records releasing and deadlines being met somehow ;)) WINK WINK 😜

You put on black spandex, your leg tattoos all on display, above ankle white socks, doc marten boot shoes (idk how to describe them..basically their laces boots but ankle boots?) with a black crop top tank so your arm and sternum tattoos are on display (with hair in a half up half down claw clip with curtain bangs out…i wore this outfit today and i loved it LET ME HAVE THIS)

“Y/N, come and talk with us.” Katie shouted into the small doorway of the small room.

“Oh, okay” You walked in, Naomi’s cheeks reddening, smile forming at your look. At you.

“Gorgeous! Do a spin for us!” Josette shouted, her being your biggest hype man

“So, introduce yourself and what you do for us.”

“Uh…I’m MUNA’s photographer and media manager.” You smiled at the camera, this being a filmed ep.

“She’s being modest…she’s our bestfriend and the one and only Naomi’s girlfriend”

“Yes. That I am.” You smiled and look at your partner.

“Prettiest staff member we have. Might kiss her on the lips, among other things…” Naomi said, sliding their glasses down the bridge of their nose to look at you “seductively” while wiggling their eyebrows

Naomi basically has their hands all over you the whole time your on the pod

When Frankie and Gio join, you sit on their lap to make space, Naomi’s hands wrapped around you securely or hands on you hips

“You look so pretty, baby” They’d whisper in your ear when everyone was talking loudly over eachother

or “My pretty girl”

“Okay say bye and then say your name and then ‘I love you’” Katie said after her and Josette said bye

“Bye, thanks for having me, I love you Y/N”

“I love her too” Naomi said, leaning over and kissing your lips before they continued the outro

Getting up after the ep, you stood up infront of Naomi because you were still on their lap, they smacked your ass

“Ow!”

“Oh im sorry, it was just right there…any excuse to touch it” they smiled cheekily

“Haha, very funny” You grabbed the hat on their head, forcing them to stand up

Holding it away until they leaned in to kiss you, their hands holding your waist pulling you impossibly closer to their body

“I accept your apology”

“Oh, I didn’t know i needed to apologize for smacking my girlfriends ass” They stood infront of you, sass all over their face

“Okay, apology acceptance, revoked”

“Okay im sorry. I really am”

“Uh huh”

“Would a kiss better my chances?” they asked leaning in in

“Nuh uh” You rolled your eyes

“Apology sex?”

“There you go, baby. Your getting it now.” You smiled and walked away, blush rising on Naomi’s cheeks once again

[earthry]

✨ HC Request ✨ How would the Papas behave DURING their partners' pregnancies? 🥰

OOO I gotchu <3 thank you for the request!!

Here you go! I don’t think there are any warnings but there’s some spicy mention in Terzo’s

Primo

Loving and gentle with you, he’s always mindful of you and the baby. If you are not already married/committed/official that is one of the first things he will do. Also gets all of his affairs in order so that if he passes both you and his unborn child will be properly taken care of for the rest of your lives.

Has already started setting up the nursery, and will slowly but steadily work on it until the baby arrives. He paints the walls himself, soft colors decorated in wildflowers that take a very long time because he hand paints each petal, each stem. Sometimes you will stop by with a cup of tea for him and watch him work.

Holds you each night with your back against his chest and his hands caressing your swollen belly, kissing your temple and whispering about how excited he is for the baby to come, for the two of you to start a family.

Will adjust his own lifestyle to yours during your pregnancy; will give up alcohol and coffee for you.

Cooks for you everyday, homemade meals to keep your body and the baby strong and healthy.

Lazy days in the garden together talking about baby names and nursery plans.

Rubs your feet and back when they ache, always comforting you when you’re in pain. Patient no matter what even if you’re moody.

Secondo

He’s kind of out of his depth but you catch him with a stack of new parenthood and pregnancy books in his office. You also catch him talking with some of the much older sisters-in-sin that have kids for advice.

He’s the same at first; I imagine him as someone who’s into rough sex and dirty talking you a lot. But as he learns more from books and your doctor, he becomes more gentle and careful with you. Your lovemaking becomes this soft bonding experience, worshiping your body.

When the two of you started dating he cut down a lot of his partying and drinking. Now that you’re pregnant with his child, he stops almost completely. He rarely goes out now; stays home especially in the evenings so he can care for you and make sure you’re safe and loved.

Argues with you on baby names, likes complicated and hard to pronounce Italian names. You argue that Emeritus is already a mouthful and he gets slightly offended. Sulks about it.

Extra protective when you’re out, stays close and if anyone isn’t careful and accidently bumps or pushes you, they’re due for a very angry scolding in Italian. Sometimes you have to pull him away and give him lots of kisses to calm him down.

Terzo

Literally cannot keep his hands off your tummy. This man is obsessed. Both because he’s excited for the baby, but because he finds it unbearably hot that it’s his baby that’s inside you. He put that there. That’s his.

The first few months he’s practically intolerable, can’t get enough of you. It’s like he’s gotten even hornier and before you were pregnant he already had a practically insatiable sex drive. You complain to him and he has the decency to look sorry but that doesn’t stop him from pulling you into the closet the next time he sees you for a quickie.

Once you’re further along and your bump starts showing he still can’t keep his hands off you but he does calm down a little at your doctor’s orders. Even though your baby bump drives him crazy.

He loves cuddling with you in the evening and lazy mornings, resting his hands on your stomach, rubbing your belly and discussing things for when the baby comes. He calls your baby bump all sorts of things. Little peanut, gumdrop, cupcake, little sprout, button, etc.

The kind of dad that will talk to your belly constantly like his kid can hear him. Stage whispers like you can’t hear him too. “Did you hear that? Your mommy said no!” “Terzo I swear to satan— I am not changing my mind on this. We are NOT putting a ritual altar in the nursery.”

Copia

Definitely an anxious dad; constantly hovering even before your baby bump begins to show.

Won’t let you lift a single thing by yourself, which can be frustrating but he looks so worried that you usually let him get things for you anyways.

Goes with you to every single doctor appointment and holds your hand for comfort. The hand holding is more for his benefit though.

Worries if he’ll be a good dad, does his best to be a good role model. Constantly talks about “when the baby gets here—“.

Has to be stopped from banning everything you’re not allowed to consume during pregnancy like caffeine in the Abby.

Has his ghouls look after you when he can’t be with you— and every time he comes back there’s a cuddle pile around you.

The ghouls are like cats that get protective of their human when they get pregnant, they love being close to you and purring and cuddling with you.

[stickkitty]

I got color names for the AvAvM characters

I used four websites which I will bullet in order for each one:

- color-name.com

- colornamer.robertcooper.me

- chir.ag/projects/name-that-color

- colors.artyclick.com

I will also sometimes be pretending their names become their literal personality/design because its fun for this post

EDIT: I forgot to say but the reason I am doing this is cuz I found out Alan Revealed official hex codes for a lot of the characters (idk when this was, I usually look at the AvA wiki and I suddenly saw it there and was like ooh this is useful) I did not do TDL or TDL cuz they are straight up just pure black and red (usually gives no other names for such pure colors although I technically never checked). The mercs did not get hex code reveals sadly (but they are multicolor so I wouldn’t do them anyway). I am not sure who else got hex reveals that I did not do other than hangman and Vic’s gray workers, but hangman is also pure black and I didn’t feel like doing anyone else. (Edited this again)

THE SECOND COMING

- Orange (wow basic)

- Safety Orange (honestly fits their personality)

- Blaze Orange (last two websites had this result. ArtyClick said it was a 100% match!)

- ArtyClick always says 4 similar color names. One was Mango Tango and surprisingly King didn’t have that from any website or the similar names list.

RED

- Boston University Red (That’s his future university now)

- Communist (Red’s a Communist?! :0)

- Guardsman Red

- Rosso Corsa

YELLOW

(Sigh no yellow text color on Tumblr I swear they used to have yellow)

- Tangerine Yellow (their new fave fruit)

- USC Gold (Yellow’s future University)

- The last two sites said Supernova which is a very cute name

GREEN

- Alien Armpit (BAHAHAHA THAT NAME- rip Green's ego)

- Blinking Terminal

- Limeade (that’s better)

- Alien Green (never mind he’s an Alien again) (Green is an Alien and he is kinda spacey)

BLUE

- Spiro Disco Ball (fits their personality since they are very good at dancing)

- Shovel Knight (Kinda fits cuz Blue likes gardening) (Shovel Knight and Guardsman Red should be in the same kingdom)

- Dodger Blue (her favorite sports team)

- Bright Sky Blue

PURPLE

- Heliotrope Magenta

- Magentle (A gentle Magenta?)

- Violet Eggplant

- Barney Purple (LOL Barney the dinosaur)

PURPLE’S MOM

I call her Sakura but she has other names so I just put Purples Mom

- “Shocking Pink (Crayola)” (Crayola? How shocking…)

- This and the next website both said Pink Flamingo

- Fuchsia Pink

PURPLE’S DAD

- Blue (wow basic #2)

- C64 Blue (...interesting name)

- Blue Ribbon (cuz he won so many fights I guess)

- ArtyClick Ocean Blue (The website name is in his name?)

- Similar name ArtyClick gave me is “Blue Orchid” which is cool since many people hc Pink to be called Orchid. Blue Orchid and Pink Orchid!

Bonus for Blue Ribbon and Blue Orchid:

Bonus for the first ribbon drawing except the ribbon says something else:

King Orange

- Metallic Orange

- “Apple II Chocolate”

- The last two sites said Bamboo (aren’t bamboos green?)

Gold

- Chinese Gold (so he’s Chinese?)

- Leopard (cute ^ ^)

- Buddha Gold (and he's Buddhist?)

- Yellow Ochre

Victim

- Dark Liver

- Fiftieth Shade of Gray

- Emperor (Guardsman Red and Shovel Knight serves xem)

- Vampire (Vampire Vic :0)

Corn Dog Guy

- Smoky Topaz

- Cranberry Zing

- The last two sites said Copper Rust

[eye-may]

Favorite Mistoffelees headcanons?

hmm lemme see. I might have one or two lmao. putting this under a cut because it's very long.

I 'hc' him primarily based on the brent interpretation, so agewise I put him somewhere in his mid-teens. he's developing his abilities and striving to prove himself, but he's not immune to "kittenish" tendencies.

also a la the brent!Mistoffelees, he has a habit of batting at his ear. I also like to think he's a bit 'twitchy' like the la mirada mistoffelees (who imo also seemed to be played pretty young, similar to the jacob brent version).

controversially, I also subscribe to the jacob brent interpretation of his heritage, namely that he's deutoronomy's biological son; although he has a affectionate bond with deut (as do a handful of cats in the junkyard of course) he's not aware that he's actually his immediate descendent, at least not during the events of the show. tugger and munkustrap are certainly deits's sons in spirit, but not by blood. (mainly I like to think that tugger and munk are 'adopted' so to speak, so as to not eliminate the potentiality of the tugger/mistoffelees pairing lmao)

continuing in that line of thought, I see munkustrap, tugger, and mistoffelees as, what I like to call, deutoronomy's "favored three." of course deut is fond of, and warm towards, all his jellicle followers---but the aforementioned trio are specially bonded to him.

speaking of special bonds, I also love the idea that mistoffelees has a connection to bustopher. I recall brent saying "mistoffelees loves bustopher because they look the same" it is BEYOND cute to me that this astronomically superpowered cat with only dubious limitations, that could probably thanos snap you out of existence, is obsessed with this pompous itinerant because they both happen to be tuxedo cats lmao. that being said (again---controversially) I do not believe they are related by blood. in fact basically I think for the most part, all the familial type of relationships among the junkyard cards are symbolic with very few exceptions ( such as munkustrap and tugger being half-brothers)

and so it follows that I also don't hc victoria and mistoffelees as siblings lmao. I think they have a very close friendly/sibling-esque bond.

he's gay

his powers correlate with the moon phases; i.e., he's the least powerful (and maybe even a bit somnolent) during the new moon phase, and the most powerful during the full moon phase.

despite being essentially a domestic shorthair (albeit with uniquely curled ears), he'll never grow past the rough size of a four or five month-old kitten. of the core jellicles, he's the smallest---even smaller than pouncival or jemima or any of the other kittens. even when a FRESH kitten comes along to the junkyard---he can expect to be outpaced by them, vertically speaking, by the time they're half a year old.

mistoffelees and munkustrap have a 'parentified elder sibling/younger sibling' relationship. if you were to pinpoint a cat that can be credited for 'raising' mistoffelees, it'd be munk. munkustrap usually isn't so singularly proactive when it comes to such matters (he usually delegates parental duties to the various elders of the tribe---it takes a village after all) but he did zero in on mistoffelees.

I have a whole story in mind behind this, but mistoffelees conjured the bandana that tugger wears around his leg.

I am a strong believer in the Overuse Of Magic Leads To Severely Incapacitating Exhaustion trope. there have been more than a handful of times that he's overdone it and subsequently conked out.

his magic is inhibited by certain conditions/circumstances. i.e., panic, freezing or overheating (but especially freezing), illness, exhaustion, disorientation, etc.

when it comes to mistoffelees's estimations in the eyes of his fellow jellicles...I am strongly against the zurich interpretation where everyone is dismissive and mean towards him! in my cats universe, everybody in the junkyard has a soft spot for mistoffelees! even the more cagey cats, like alonzo and tumblebrutus and cassandra.

when riled, mistoffelees starts sort of generating/exuding electricity, that buzzes about his person. like you'll see a few sparks pop up and vanish down the fibers of his fur and whiskers. if he's REALLY worked up, it starts to get out of control---that's rare, though. more benevolently, when he taps into the more potent annals of his powers, his fur 'sparkles.' he may even 'shed glitter.' unlike conventional corporeal glitter, however, mistoffelees's 'magic glitter' eventually dissipates lol.

he keeps his personal den/hiding spot in a remote area of the junkyard, far away from the clearing. this is because a) he enjoys solitude, b) he needs for there to be nobody around when he practices his more 'hazardous' magic, and c) he likes to dance sometimes when nobody is looking. (he also enjoys dancing when there ARE people looking, make no mistake)

here's another hot take! mistoffelees does NOT like being called 'misto,' or any comparable derivative of his name. he may or may not correct someone depending on who it is; his closest friends (i.e., munk, tugger, victoria), however, are all aware and might be quicker than him to point out his preferences if someone offends. I'm not sure if even mistoffelees has a SOLID reason for disliking diminutives, but it may have something to do with feeling infantilized by it/attributing it to kittenhood, out of which he's eager to transition. I also just think a name like 'mistoffelees' is very specifically connotated and has a poignant meaning in-universe...and it's also, phonetically speaking, just fun as fuck to say.

I go back and forth between different ideas for his origin story, but one I'm particularly fond of right now is that mistoffelees, as a young kitten, liked to sleuth around the junkyard before he was properly inducted; that is to say, he was nothing more than a flittering shadow as far as anyone was concerned. just a dark shape out of the corner of your eye---you're not even sure you really saw anything. when he zeroed in on the junkyard jellicles, he wreaked his unique brand of mischief remaining unseen. he'd do thinks like flicker the lights, move objects around, and so on and so forth. sometimes these oddities were seemingly benevolent---something about to tip over inexplicably tottering perfectly back into place. a lost item mysteriously reappearing in plain sight. it didn't take long for his antics to send the junkyard into a frenzy; the kittens, especially, were beside themselves believing that a ghost had come along to terrorize the place. everyone started referring to the mysterious, barely-seen entity as 'the shadow.' huge headache for munkustrap. the lid did eventually blow off however, when mistoffelees had to more or less 'reveal himself' to save a group of jellicles from an irate pack of pollicles with his powers. he didn't come away unscathed, however, and was brought back to the junkyard to be nursed back to health.

mistoffelees didn't use his more conspicuous powers in front of anyone when he actually joined the tribe. none of the cats put two and two together at first about all the weird shit going on being attributable to HIM. the cats that may have witnessed him use his magic against the pollicles probably gaslit themselves beyond the realm of belief. nonetheless, mistoffelees quickly became popular, despite being markedly quiet, by showing off more 'standard' illusions---things that were explicable. like sleight-of-hand card tricks and conjurations. tugger was the first one to realize that he had magical abilities (coming across him when he was off alone, blowing off some pent up magical steam), but mistoffelees swore him to secrecy, concerned at how having ACTUAL ETHEREAL MAGIC would be perceived by others.

because basically everything mistoffelees ever does with his magic is for the purpose of making others happy. that's what he lives for. even being a little rascal, getting up to mischief, baffling others and pulling pranks...it's all his good-natured way to spread mirth and levity. there just ain't a bad bone in the cat's body.

ig 20 is a good even number to stop at lmao. I could go on probably forever, but there's two handfuls for you.

[yudontknowmesblog]

KENNY,STAN,KYLE AND BUTTERS HC WHEN THERE JEALOUS

Kenny: he would prob not get easily jealous

He’s definitely noticed when he did get jealous but not overly jealous

He prob just came next you and held your hand that time

But this time you made him jealous..

It’s so fucking cold “you want my jacket” some random guys tell you ohhh uhh…shit yeah sure but just for a bit *you take the jacket* “what’s your name” uhh..it’s y/n “nice my names Brandon” ohh uhh cool duuuuddee.. “you know your pretty cute” whaaat? “Yeah totally you wanna-“ he gets cut off my Kenny punching him. Oh my gosh! Kenny what the fuck “what he was being a fucking Perv” he says muffled by his jacket, yes but still that’s fucking stupid “what’s stupid is you taking his jacket” I have cold damn “could’ve asked me” he zips off his jacket and gives it to you and you see his blond hair, thanks Kenny your the best “yeah I know I am” you guys continue to walk to school and he steps on him while walking.

Stan: mmm he’s definitely a jealous type

He’s very clingy and needy

So good luck with that

Even if it’s a simple hi he think there flirting with you

As you were talking to the girls in class Mr garrison tell the class to be quiet and says there’s a new kid “is it boy?” “I hope he’s cute” “we need more girls” all the girls were talking about it and I was somewhat curious as well, the new boy comes in and everyone asks questions about him, what seemed to be an hour they finished the questions with new kid “okay your seat is right next to y/n” Mr garrison says, I smile at him in a friendly way and he sits right next to me (Stan to his friends the second new kid smiles back at you) “dude what the fuck is new kid doing” Stan says “he’s just being friendly” Kyle says “friendly my ass I know how it’s gonna be” “okay then Stan tell us how it is” “first he’s gonna be all friendly right then he’s gonna ask her to help him around the school then he’s gonna be like oh I can’t do this homework can you he-“ Stan gets cut off my Kyle “look dude it’s not that serious calm down” “fine fine but just watch” after class I walk out and new kid follows me (Stan ofc giving new kid death stares) “so I was wondering if you could help me around the school” oh yeah totally “sweet see you later then” as new kid is walking Stan grabs new kids arm “yo what the hell” new kid says “look new kid I know your new and stuff but like you shouldn’t trust that girl” “why?” “Ohhh sheeeee.. she bullies new kids like you” “wait really?” “Yes and your too stupid to know because your new and stuff” “mmm that’s fine with me she’s still cute” Stan pauses for a second and looks at him annoyed “what?” (They fought and ofc Stan won but you had to give him many bandaids and kisses)

Kyle: not a jealous type

He respects you and your friends

He understands there’s other boys

Honestly really chill

Not gonna make a story but I’ll say if he’s really jealous he would hold your hand or put hands all over your waist

A very respectful man!

Butters: is probably too dumb to understand all this jealously stuff

But he’s definitely been jealous once or twice

“Y/n and Clyde” Mr garrison said, he was giving out partners for a project

“So you should come to my house we have games and stuff we can play after the project” yeah that sounds good to me “alright then see you there” as your walking you see butters run up to you and hug you “oh geez sorry I’m just happy to see you again” aww I missed you to “s-so you got anywhere to be today?” Oh yeah I gotta go to Clyde’s, butters froze and his eyes were wide “why?” For the project butters “you promise it’s just a project?” And some games “what! B-but that’s a boy” yeah I know “and we are together this is weird!” Cmon butters it’s nothing bad I promise I love you and only you *you kiss him on the cheek* “o-oh geez” butters says with red cheeks and smiling and wobbilibg I’ll see you tomorrow bye butters I love you “I love you more” butters says with literal heart eyes (butters was talking to Clyde the next day)

Clyde: yeah me and y/n were

Butters: oh yeah my girlfriend

Clyde:..uh yeah we were having so much-

Butters: oh yeah well me and her like have an amazing time everyday.. and get your own girlfriend

[plutowrites]

i am currently in my nanamin brain rot era so anything about him would be greatly appreciated heh

you def came to the right place <333333 big big fan of his

KINGGGG of pet names. it can be hard for me to hc which specific pet names different characters use for their s/o but i just know kento uses them all. honey, darling, sweetie, love, you name it! and they all come out so tender and gentle from his lips :(

calls you on his lunch break at work every time without fail. it won't be a super long conversation (unless you have lots of things to tell him). he just wants to know how you're doing and what you're up to.

chronic sigher. nothing would even happen and he's taking a deep breath in and out. it's like brother what's going on. he does it to "recalibrate" he says.

gives really good practical advice. he's a good listener too but if you're looking to rant to someone and get sound suggestions on what to do after, he is your guy!

the best at putting furniture together. you'll watch him put together a whole ikea dresser in half the time it said it would take on the box and he'll just shrug and say "once you build one, you've built them all" ...yeah i need him.

nanami could eat the same simple breakfast every single morning

he's able to pick up rules to new board games/card games very quickly, making him a joy to bring to game night.

doesn't really like tiktok because he doesn't understand that he has to use the app more to get content tailored to his interests on his fyp. "so i have to work even harder to enjoy myself?"

also i just wanna say something.... i would pay an embarrassing amount of money to watch nanami's morning routine. him doing his hair in the bathroom mirror? i need to be there.

[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

Let's talk about Háma.

One of the sentences that struck me in Hewn and Sewn was a very simple one, as he reflected on his life that is about to end:

He has laughed and cried and grinned and gasped.

Could you give us some HCs about that? One thing that made him laugh, one that made him cry, one that made him grin, and one that made him gasp?

I am 1,000% ALWAYS in the mood to talk about Háma, so thank you!!!! ♥️♥️♥️

I actually thought a little about this when I wrote that sentence, so I already had specific things in mind for each! And I made them as happy as possible, since the rest of the story was so dark…

Laughed: Hálwinë spent a lot of time with the Guards because Háma was very proud of her and always liked to have her around. As a result, she noticed very early that men stood to attention and gave a little salute when her dad came into a room, and she thought this was something everyone was supposed to do. So she started to mimic the gesture and would stand up her straightest and give him a sloppy little salute whenever he came home from work, and it made him laugh every single time.

Cried: When he was 18 and she was 16, Háma’s favorite sister caught a terrible illness that was making its way around Edoras, and it hit her particularly hard. When she became unconscious/unresponsive, his father encouraged him to say his goodbyes to her just in case. Háma sat in her room all night and cried his eyes out while talking to her/himself and hoping that some part of her could hear him. Exhaustion eventually overtook him and he fell asleep by her bedside, only to be woken up in the morning when she touched his hand and said his name. Then he cried tears of happiness at this first sign of her ultimate recovery. She was still his favorite sister and one of his best friends for the rest of his life.

Grinned: When Háma was very small, his grandma often looked after him while his parents worked. She was an amazing baker, and she’d put him on a little stool beside her to help while she told him stories and sang him songs and, of course, let him taste everything they made. He got a little chubby as a result, and so she always called him “Béagwíse,” which means “round,” even long after he was grown and not at all round anymore. Right up until his death, she would still pack up some delicious sweet, take her cane, and shuffle slowwwly down to Meduseld to give him a special little treat while he sat on guard duty, and he grinned every single time she showed up, pushed a piece of cake into his hands, and gave her (not so little) Béagwíse a kiss on the top of the head. (Any other guard on duty who called him Béagwíse got automatically assigned to night shifts for a week.)

Gasped: When Brytta started to suspect that she was pregnant again (with Wilspell) she kept it *very* under wraps until she was certain. So when she told Háma the good news (that’s what “Wilspell” means!), he definitely let out a surprised gasp, followed closely by laughing, crying and grinning.

Tried to keep it short and failed, but oh well! Thank you again for the chance to think and talk more about my #1 guy! ♥️🐎🗡️

[rise-of-arcadia]

ToA!Carmen Sandiego AU

(Thank you @owlfacenightkit for reminding me to get back to this)

I don't have any of this very planned out yet, I just happened to have Carmen Sandiego and Wizards next to each other on my Watch Again the other day and thought this would be fun

-The head member of VILE faculty is "King" Arthur Pendragon. Basically your average rich white businessman, has a whole lot of stuff going on behind the scenes that doesn't fit with the friendly face he puts on for public. In this case, it's owning Villains International League of Evil (yet in this case all his faculty is people from his little circle. hmm). Also at the faculty table is Arthur's sister Morgana le Fay, Sirs Lancelot & Galahad, and Arthur's old advisor Merlin

-Obviously Douxie grows up as a pretty isolated kid, since for most of his upbringing there's nobody his age on their island (nicknamed "Camelot"). Arthur often tells him that the faculty is his family since they found and raised him, but they don't treat him like family. Lancelot and Galahad are always 'too busy' to interact with him, Merlin seems to dislike him for no apparent reason, and Arthur treats him decently some of the time- whenever he's actually around and isn't in a bad mood. Morgana would do her best to spend time with Douxie and give him a good education, but Arthur (secretly) started shutting that down as he got older. As a result of that, he spends a lot of time convinced that he did something to make Morgana and Merlin both hate him

-No magic in this AU, but when Douxie was about 15-16 he came across a little cat that had somehow gotten onto the island. He knew Arthur wasn't fond of animals, but since none of the staff nor VILE students interacted with him the cat was his best chance of having a friend and kept it. The newly named Archie became his closest companion for the next 2 years until he finally convinced VILE faculty he could handle actually becoming a student at their academy and have something to do

-I havent worked out who all would be part of his class but I am legally obligated to put Zoe in here. I hc her to have electrical powers in ToA, soooo... electrician Zoe (you would never guess which CS character she's being based off of). Despite her attitude towards certain faculty members, Zoe becomes the first person to show Douxie basic human decency. I imagine she's from Germany, and her talking about her home country is what truly sets off his desire to get out and learn new things, not just because he's bored of Camelot

-Shit happens, Merlin purposefully fails Douxie and keeps him from graduating and getting to leave. He sneaks out anyway, gets a wake up call on why Zoe+his other classmates actually joined VILE, comes back and steals a bunch of VILE/specifically Arthur and Merlin's data (and for Archie), and leaves. While sneaking out he Also steals a hat and coat from Arthur's bookkeeper, Lady Nimue. (It sort of goes against the appeal of Carmen Sandiego's clothes being bright red, but rn I'm thinking his outfit is black w blue accents). After what happened he decides to use the data and stop everything that his former 'family' has planned

-Also, I am a big fan of transmasc Douxie so I think this would be around the time he fully transitions. He was always on the fence about it but now that it's just him and Archie he's like "well what's the fucking point in not, no one will know otherwise"

-Sometime during his travels around the world he comes across a pair of orphaned twins a few years younger than him, Aja and Krel Tarron (who are mixed Russian-Spanish here). At first, he doesn't want anything to do with them. He's been "perfectly fine on his own for two years, he doesn't need the help of two kids." But they keep following him around the city, and after they end up helping him out in some sort of incident he reluctantly agrees to let them come along. As it turns out, Krel is insanely smart and figures out how to fix a lot of Douxie's broken (from improper use) gear, while Aja is very good at planning things out and won't be quiet when it comes to telling him if his ideas are stupid (I know Aja in canon has a growth arc to become more mature, but they've already lost their parents here and she's spent the last few years keeping herself and Krel safe). Aja and Krel are about 17 or 18, and with time Douxie comes to see them as his younger siblings

-Eventually one of their group's missions takes them to the US, specifically California. Recently graduated- and now studying to be a detective, Eli secretly witnesses it, and decides those 3 are his new case to study. He quickly gets several different conspiracies going, and drags his lab partner Steve into it (mostly for the funding. In my head Steve has always been a rich white boy). The Palchuk makes a big fuss about how he doesn't care at first, but when Eli manages to get a picture of a pretty blonde girl, Steve decides this is the new most important thing and gets just into it as Eli is.

-Together their deep dives start getting far enough into this whole mess that it attracts the attention of ACME (which I don't know how I'm going to tackle them yet, but Steve and Eli are probably going to get recruited in fairly early on)

-I think it would be funny if the train scene from e1-2 played out the exact same way, because then you have Steve and Eli losing their shit over finding some random lady (Zoe) knocked out on the train instead of the hot british guy they've been chasing around the country for the last year