#he was tapping “i love you” in morse code BECAUSE HE WAS REMINDED OF HIS MOM AND SHE TAUGHT HIM MORSE CODE

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Every time someone misinterprets THIS scene as a Valgrace moment, an angel gets its wings RIPPED OFF ITS BODY

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omg omg i’m completely inlove with bartender reader and rafe!! what if the reader saves up her money to get rafe something special as a just because gift, something to show that shes grateful for him or maybe handmade some gift for him

it hits different 'cause it's you - r.c

pairing: rafe x pogue!reader (bartender!reader universe) word count: 2.5k

thank you so much for loving them and for you request 🫂

Between your hours at the country club, the odd gigs squeezed in wherever you could manage, and scrimping every dollar, you’d finally pulled it off. You had something for Rafe.

You turned the bracelet over in your fingers, the silver links catching the low glow of your bedroom lamp. At first, the idea felt absurd—buying him a gift. Rafe could walk into any store and come out with whatever he wanted, no hesitation. But that wasn’t what this was about.

This was your first birthday together, and you wanted to give him something that came from you.

Something that expressed your gratefulness.

Even though you’d heard the rumors, the stories about how reckless or cruel he could be—and sure, you’d seen pieces of that side—he was never that way with you. He was careful, always tried to impress you with the extravagant stuff—you didn’t need the flashy gifts or the five-star dinners, though he insisted on both.

You needed him. The Rafe you knew when it was just the two of you sitting in his truck by the beach, laughing over nothing.

A handmade bracelet, not the least bit flashy but incredibly personal.

You’d saved up for the silver chain, it was still a simple one but nice nonetheless. The charms though, were the important part. Tiny reminders of things you’d shared: a compass for those late-night drives home where you’d just get lost on purpose, a wave for the time he dragged you out surfing (even though you had no idea what you were doing), and a tiny heart because, well, obvious reasons. 

You didn’t care if he thought it was dumb.

You’d spent weeks working on it between shifts, sneaking away to the little craft store on the mainland to find the perfect pieces. It wasn’t expensive, but it had you in it—your time, your memories, your effort. You hoped that was enough.

You’d been nervous all day, counting down the minutes until you could finally give it to him.

Rafe picked you up after work, his grin lighting up the parking lot on itself. Hours later, the two of you are sitting on the hood of his truck, the ocean breeze cool against your skin. His birthday dinner was perfect, of course—he made sure of that.

He insisted on a cute restaurant by the beach, his favorite, and the sunset view had been unreal, lsomething out of a movie. But you've been quieter since.

Rafe nudges you with his shoulder.

“What’s up, baby? You’ve been acting weird all night.”

You fumbl with the zipper of your purse, pulling out the small, wrapped box. “I… I got you something.”

Rafe’s eyebrows shoot up. “For me?”

“No, for the other guy I’m dating,” you tease, 80% sure your heartbeat was trying to tap out Morse code for help. “Yeah, for you.”

He smirks, shaking his head. “You didn’t have to get me anything, you know.”

“I know. But I wanted to.”

He carefully unwraps the box, lifting the bracelet free.

The charms glint as he turns it in his hand, catching the light with each movement. He stays quiet long enough for doubt to eat at you—your stomach sinking as you wonder if he thinks it looks cheap, lame compared to everything he's used to.

But then he looks at you, blue eyes tender.

“You made this?”

“Yeah,” you murmur, hands twisting in your lap. “It’s nothing big. Just… little things that made me think of us.”

Rafe continue to study the bracelet, fingers brushing over each charm. Then, still silent, he slips it onto his wrist. The silver chain sits snug beneath his sleek watch, mismatched, imperfect—not belonging.

He doesn't seem to notice—or care.

“You can wear it as a keychain if you want— or, I dunno, maybe keep it somewhere. You don’t have to wear it,” you added quickly, still torn about your decision. You feel stupid.

Of course he isn't going to wear it, not with all his luxury watches. It's okay if he turns it into a keychain.

Rafe glanced at his wrist, then back at you, “I'm wearing it."

You blink in stupor.

“You don’t have to just because I gave it to you.”

“Course I do.”

Your cheeks are halfway warm as you fidget with the hem of your shirt, not sure what to say next. Damn him.

Rafe grins, and you're sure he can read your mind at this point. He's always so in tune with your emotions...it's scary.

“What?” he hums. “You think I wouldn’t like it?”

“I mean…You wear designer everything. This is… it’s kinda cheap compared to that.”

He gave chuckled, shaking his head. “You made it, that’s what I care about.” He paused, then added softly, “It’s from you."

Your heart does a crazy backflip, and you had to bite back the stupid smile spreading across your face.

“You’re serious?”

“F'course I’m serious. This is us.” He holds up his wrist, the bracelet. “Every charm means something, right?”

“Yeah,” you breath, feeling shy. “I didn’t want you to feel like I couldn’t give you something better.”

He turns fully towards you, his hands cupping your face.

“Better? Baby, no. This is perfect. No one’s ever given me something like this before.” He pecks your forehead, and you feel yourself melting like a cone of ice cream in the Kidare heat. “I don’t need ‘better’ or more expensive shit. I need this.”

You fall into him, feeling the warmth of his body, his chest under your cheek. It's hard to wrap your head around the fact that someone like Rafe—who could literally have anything he desired—wanted something as simple as a handmade bracelet.

“I’m glad you like it,” you confess, too lazy to move from your favorite place on Earth.

“I don’t just like it. I love it,” He murmurs against your hair, lips grazing the skin. “And I love you.”

That did it. 

Your stomach flutters, it's even harder to fight that big, stupid, giddy smile you only get when you are with him.

“I love you too."

He kisses you then—confident, familiar, the way he never showed anyone else. He always kissed you like he didn’t have anywhere else, he was meant to do it all day. His hand stay at the side of your neck, brushing your skin once before going still.

Somehow, every time feels a little different with him.

When he pulls back, you nearly gawk at him, how pretty he looks when he's got traces of you on his lips.

Rafe glances, at his wrist, "Never takin’ this off, y'know.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Okay, let’s not get crazy.”

He smirks, hiding it by leaving a kiss on your temple.

“No, I mean it. It’s a part of us now.”

“Not even when you shower?”

You can feel the shit-eating grin against your temple,.

“You thinkin’ about me showering?”

You roll your eyes, but your cheeks are already scorching as you try and fail to keep a straight face. "Shut up."

“That’s not what you were sayin’—”

“Okayyyy,” You interrupt pushing him away, “We get it.”

You turn your face away, hiding your grin as he laughs, that rumbling sound that always makes you want to kiss him stupid. Being with Rafe is like that—playful and intense, always keeping you on your toes but making you feel safe in a way you didn't see coming.

“You’re ridiculous,” You scoff mockingly, trying to sound exasperated though the smile on your face gives you away.

He wrapps an arm around your figure, the two of you going silent, with the waves crashing in the background, the air cool but not cold. Everything feels easy in moments like this.

“I’m serious though,” Rafe interrupts. “No one’s ever done anythin’ like this for me before. You don’t know how much it means.”

His fingers absentmindedly trace the bracelet again. Your heart swells knowing that something as simple as a handmade gift can mean so much to someone like him. Rafe has everything—money, cars, houses. But, for once, he needed something that couldn’t be bought.

“I’m glad,” You squeeze his hand, your throat tightening with emotion. “I wanted you to know that I see you."

“You do. You really do.”

You look up at him, your eyes meeting in the sunsent light. It hits you how much he has become a part of your life, how much he has broken down those walls you cherished before.

“I’m not taking it off,” He repeats, more serious this time, needing you to take his words for it.

“Okay, Rafe. Whatever you say.”

“But you’re still givin’ me birthday sex, right?”

You groan in annoyance. “I pour my heart out, and this is where you go?”

He grins, that mischievous expression of his.

“What? It's my birthday, after all.” His voice drops playfully, the way it always does when he's aiming to push your buttons.

You roll your eyes, pretending to be all serious, but he pulls your wrist, yanking you closer until your forehead rests against his.

“You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Yeah,” He admits, lips brushing yours, “But you love me anyway.”

Your body doing that stupid flutter thing again.

“Unfortunately.”

“Unfortunately?” He raises unimpressed brow, looking all mock offended.

As a retaliation, you peck his cheek before he can spit out something nasty, like he always does. “Of course I love you. Birthday sex or not.”

Rafe chuckles, flirty hands slipping down to grab a handfull of your ass., “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You try to glare.

“I don’t have to admit anything. But maybe... if you’re lucky..”

You feel the hitch in his breath. There's something oddly satisfying about getting under his skin like this—watching him lose control when you play it right back.

"Now who's teasing’?" he murmurs as he grazes down your neck, leaving lingering kisses that make it hard to keep your thoughts straight.

"You started it," You sass back, fingers finding his polo's collar, tugging on it until there's hardly any space left between you.

Your legs end up draped over his, his hands on your thighs as you settle deeper into his lap. His greedy mouth traces your jaw, savoring every second of this, and your head tilts back instinctively, giving him more room.

God, he knows exactly how to make you melt without any effort.

Rafe’s hands move back to your hips, fingers digging into the skin.

“You’re gonna drive me insane."

You lean into him, your hands sliding up to rest on his chest as he finally kissed you. His hand came up to hold the side of your face, his thumb brushing your cheek in that gentle way that makes you flutter.

He tilts his head slightly, angling the kiss, savoring every second he gets to have you this close. His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss as his other hand traces gentle circles along your thigh.

“Y’know I’m crazy about you, right?” he murmurs against your lips.

You nod bashfully, biting your lip. “Yeah. Happy birthday, baby.”

He rests his forehead against yours, greedy fingers still tracing weird patterns on your leg. Then, in the same casual tone he usually uses when he's asking what to eat for dinner, he goes, “You know, you should make the same bracelets for our kids when we have them.”

Your brain screeches to a stop.

Wait, what?

You dumbly blink up at him, heart skipping a beat for a completely different reason now. “I’m sorry, what?”

He grins, pretending like he didn’t just casually drop the most insane statement ever. “I’m serious. One day, when we have kids—you should make them little bracelets like this. It'll be a thing.”

You stare at him, gobsmacked, trying to wrap your head around what he insinuated.

“We’ve been together, what… less than a year? And you’re talking about kids?”

He shrugs, unfazed by the shock on your face. “Yeah, why not? I can see it, y’know? You, me, little mini-us running around—driving us crazy. It’d be fun."

Kids? Your kids? Together? You try to picture it for a second—little versions of Rafe, with his mischievous ways and messy hair, running around. 

“Wait, hold up—you want kids with me?”

 “Yeah.”

“Plural?”

“Yeah. A few. Maybe more.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “A few? Oh my God, you’re insane.”

He smirk, pleased with himself.

“What, you can’t picture it? I bet they’d have your eyes. Or my attitude. Definitely my attitude.”

“Great, that’s exactly what the world needs.”

Rafe chuckles, dragging you directly against his chest.

“Not tomorrow. But one day. You’d be a great mom, don’t act like you haven’t thought about it.”

You roll your eyes, but a smile nonetheless. “Okay, maybe once. Can we get through your birthday first?”

“Fine, fine. But just so you know, when the time comes, I want the little bracelets.”

“I’ll consider it... if they don’t take after you too much.”

“Oh, they will. And you’re gonna love every second of it.”

[monbons]

Stitches and Sentences

SCHOOL IS OUT FOR THE SUMMER! Now that year 18 of teaching is a wrap, I can't wait to spend some serious time sleeping, reading, stitching, and (hopefully) writing.

STITCHES In stitch news, I finished the sequin project from my last post. And it’s a smutty, sparkly Simon brooch!

What possessed me to make such a thing? A few months ago, @emeryhall and I were discussing how we wear our fandom bracelets (gifts from the lovely @rimeswithpurple) as fancy dress. So I joked about making a matching dragonboy pin for Emery to wear on all their fancy nights out on the town… and here he is, in all his naked glory!

SENTENCES The words are flowing again! I'm cautiously optimistic that this means I will be able to make some significant progress on one of my long fics this summer, but I don't want to jinx it---so no previews of those for the time being.

I also decided to jump on the 10 days to 1K bandwagon fairly late in the game, but it's been fun to challenge myself to write short, especially because all the resulting fics have been in my beloved The Boy Next Door universe.

Here's Neighbors, the 100 word ficlet that kicks off this series of shorts.

They’re in their windows again. The boys across the street. Like clockwork, the sun sets in the bronze curls of the first as he waits, mobile in hand and knee bouncing, until—finally—the other, with hair like black velvet and a face like moonlight, appears. Shy smiles and soundless laughs punctuate the feverish flight of their fingers tap, tap, tapping the night away.  I wonder: wouldn’t it be easier to open a window? to knock on a front door? Still, they repeat this strange, silent ritual. Two hearts pulsing in-sync across the distance—love blooming in modern-day Morse code.

Feel free to dive into some of the other shorts, including:

Fake (200 words): Fiona gets Baz a present for his 15th birthday.

Scars (400 words): Simon reflects on his newest scar.

Journey (500 words): Baz goes on a journey to find his favorite person.

Sweat (600 words): Baz learns how to make Simon feel good.--The only fic rated M.

Escape (700 words): Baz and Simon go on a trip.

While knowledge of the original fic isn't strictly required to enjoy the shorts in this series, almost all of the ficlets contain significant spoilers for the originating fic, so read with caution.

Hellos and high-fives from the doll factory that has expanded into felt jewelry, apparently. (If anyone else has any fun ideas for quick and creative stitch projects, I'm all ears. And you may even get a surprise in the mail!)

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thinking about how leo valdez is notorious for his morse coding of words instead of verbal. It’s not that he won’t flat out say “I love you” because he will, shamelessly in public yell to a crowd that he’s in love with you. but it’s more so the meaning. at first you couldn’t understand the code so he had to reach you himself and after two weeks you were a pro. the remembrance of the both of you coding silly things as he was teaching, your smile when you got it right, and additionally the first time you kissed him. after that day he finds himself tapping: .. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..- / against any part of your skin he can touch, the back of your hand if they’re intertwined, your back if you’re cuddling, your thigh while you eat at the dining pavilion, or against the back of your head as he holds you when you cry, etc. this is why you find that you’re wedding ring has that exact message embodied on the inside, a reminder that even if he isn’t presently with you he still loves you

[weirdagnes]

Welcome to another episode of me rambling about my favorite video game soundtracks. Ok so:

Look Outside - Eviction

ABSOLUTE BANGER, timeless, well-written. It might actually be the most complex song of the soundtrack.

Structure

The way I hear it, it has 10 tracks: 3 bass synths, 3 melodic synths (main synth, syncopated synths, morse synths) drums, flute, siren and bell. Obviously I can't find the exact DAW and plugins the og composer used, so I'm not sure if he did layer the synths. But when I did the cover, I layered the synths so there's a total of 16 tracks in mine to get as close to the original sounds as possible.

The song is a 16/8 polyphonic and polyrhythmic masterpiece. The song starts in D locrian - a scale I believe isn't popularly used because of the diminished notes that gives the mood chaotic, dissonant, and dark. Best example I've seen of this is (funny title) "Army of Me" by Bjork.

The flute, bass synths, main synth & bell melodies (highlight at 1:00) are three independent melodies that don't harmonize or contradict (hence polyphonic). The bassline is frantic and consistently in 16ths throughout the song.

Combine the frantic flow with a "chaotic" scale mode, plus the two different melodies of the main/bell synth and flute playing, and you have painted a picture of how jumbled and chaotic the mind of a veteran with PTSD feels like.

The polyrhythm part is a bit harder to explain because I'm not well-versed in drumming and counting. It's 16/8, I count it as (4+3+2+2+2+3). But on part (1:21 - 1:41) when the ride comes in, I change counts to 8.

The kick and snare pattern (which is one of my fav parts of the song) actually follows the rhythm of the main melody:

It's such a banger way to highlight drums. Often, bass and drums serve as foundation for your song so it must be consistent and oftentimes, not as free to develop patterns unlike guitars, saxophones, or vocals for example (but not always! Bass and drums can absolutely do solos on their own or together).

Since the drums pattern follow the main melody - the layer on top of it all - it brings attention to it. And since the song is military-themed, I think it's appropriate to highlight drums. And the basslines is not just rhythmic root notes; it’s a melodic line of its own.

(1:21 - 1:41) The hi-hats change to ride cymbal. It closely follows the rhythm of the morse code synth, I thought they were the same but nope lol. I'm not sure if it's because of the delay effect of the synth "adding" extra notes thus diverging from the original pattern (the ride). But yeah, you can see they're on different rhythms.

This is why I love instrumental music so much: it's descriptive and personal to a character or scene. Eviction plays at Mr. Henderson's warzone-warped home. His defining trait is that he's a veteran, and the music supports that description by imitating sounds associated with soldiers:

Morse code. I named the one-note synth "Morse code" (enters at 0:50) because it reminds me of it. The rhythm taps and holds like a morse code. I actually tried to search up and see if the rhythm has any encoded message. It doesn't have any but it's a fun thought (and maybe I'll steal the idea if I ever compose something military-themed)

Marching snare. The song has two sections: one with the drumkit and the other with the marching snare only (1:41 onwards). I don't know anything about military snare cadences, but its distinct characteristic is the rolls.

Flute. Marching bands consists of brass, percussion and woodwinds. Again, an instrument associated with military. Another thing to note, the flute's phrase doesn't repeat on the second section of the song but the rest of the instruments does.

Siren. Sirens are often associated with danger and alerts.

Mixing

Insane to me majority of the instruments is on center. Like all drums parts are center lmao?? Except the ride cymbal, which is a little right panned. You can kinda hear the flute and bell synth become muddy at this part (1:10 - 1:20). I almost didn't hear the flute's 3rd and 4th bar because the flute and bell are fighting on both center-left pan.

I've skimmed through LO soundtrack and yeah most of the instruments - rhythm, drums, main melody - are centered (but not all). I wonder if this is a stylistic choice since retro vgm were mostly mono due to hardware limitations at that time and LO is very retro-inspired.

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That's about it! Finally got it out of my system. I hope Eric Shumaker reads this and knows he's my Goat🙏🙏🙏

[lunarrumor]

random valgrace headcanons

- leo cooks for jason all the time because he likes it (it reminds him of his mom and when she taught him how to make his favorite dishes) and his love language is most definitely gift giving because he’s not so good with words

- but one day leo was up all night working on some new machine (again) and jason decides he wants to give him a break so he tries to make some simple pasta. butttt they didn’t really have cooking lessons at camp jupiter and the water overflows and he burns the sauce and when leo gets back jason’s hair is mysteriously red and the kitchen looks like something exploded (it did. the sauce bubbled up and went everywhere)

- however they go camping together once and leo makes a fire and by the time he gets back from going to use the restroom jason has caught a wild bird and is frying it up

- leo makes jason random little trinkets all the time

- when leo and jason are having meals with the seven + reyna and nico they’ll tap messages to each other back and forth in morse code until annabeth gets annoyed by all the banging

- leo loves horror movies and jason hate hate hates them

- when jason gets drunk he likes using a lot of big words except he’s too drunk to use them correctly so he just hopes no one notices (leo does but doesn’t mention it…. without fail he’ll look at him and go “how r u so smart even when so drunk” and jason will give him a dopey smile)

- they go to college in new rome together and visit piper at her mortal school all the time

- they also got an apartment together because yeaa it might be moving fast but they totally didn’t move in together because they’re soulmates or whatever. naaaa it would js be silly not to right ? they shouldn’t *both* be paying rent when they’re gonna be at the same place *anywayss* and jason doesn’t cook and leo doesn’t clean so really it’s just a responsible roommate setup rigggght (aka the lie they tell themselves bc they really js wanna have the security of seeing each other everyday and live a wholesome life where they don’t have to worry if the next time they visit the other they’re not gonna be there anymore)

- but they’re both still worried to ruin the relationship because it’s so new and they’ve been pining for so long so they get separate rooms. except leo is always crawling into jason’s bed at night or jason is playing a movie in leo’s while he works (leo’s barely paying attention but jason likes doing it so he can sneak him snacks because leo has a habit of forgetting to eat while working. and every so often leo will make a goofy joke about the movie n he gets so amazed by how smart n funny leo is. n leo likes the background noise and jason’s little snorts when a character is being dumb. and mostly he just likes his presence. how they can just sit in silence together and without leo having to say anything jason will know how much he cares. how much he appreciates jason caring about him)

- and eventually leo just stops going back to his room, unless he’s working on something, because he likes the smell of jason and waking up with him and bothering him while he does schoolwork. his things slowly start appearing in jason’s room until he’s basically moved in and one day he comes home to jason rummaging through his drawers and he’s like uhh ??? and jason’s like ah rats i was gna surprise you….. i cleared out my closet and got a dresser so that you don’t have to keep going back and forth and i can totally put it back if u don’t want that i just thought maybe you might want to because you haven’t rlly slept here in so long anyway and…. and leo kisses him n grabs the pile of clothes and carries it off to *their* room. and so leo’s old room becomes his new work space

- on this same vein leo will get so distracted while he’s working on a new project that he’ll forgot all about time and sometimes he’s doing this n jason comes in and tells him the time and he drops everything and makes dinner bc his stomach grumbling is fine but when he realizes jason probably hasn’t had a real meal since the last time he cooked now *thats* motivation

- of course jason doesn’t always need him to cook (in fact leo starts trying to teach him no matter how disastrous it is at first. i guess multitasking in battle doesn’t equate to handling the chaos of a kitchen ? but jason actually gets pretty good as long as he’s looking at a list of instructions) but leo just likes all the compliments he gets from jason about his food and how he’ll sit with him in the kitchen and come up behind him with his hands on his waist (jason gets really excited whenever leo asks him to do something like bring him some seasoning or a ladle because he likes being helpful)

- jason also started picking up food after his morning class and bringing leo breakfast because he is *not* a morning person. he’ll also order food when leo’s been cooped up in his room for some time and he knows he wants to keep working so jason brings his lil surprise in along with his laptop and they eat together (with jason making sure leo takes a bite every now n then and eats enough before it gets cold)

- jason wakes up at 6 am everyday to go to the gym, shower, and go to classes meanwhile leo doesn’t have class till 1 and even then he’s late sometimes. because as u could assume leo stays up late at night and jason has trouble staying up past midnight (he always falls asleep during their movie nights even though he tries his very hardest not to but leo is so toasty he just can’t help it. and leo always tucks him in and takes off his glasses)

- also neither of them like waking up alone on the couch in the middle of the night (which is fine when leo falls asleep first, jason just picks him up and carries him to bed. but leo isn’t exactly built for dragging 6 ft men across an apartment floor) so they get a pullout sofa for this exact reason (not a bed pullout couch. he would still have to lift jason off and jason is a heavyy sleeper. he had to sleep through a lot of chaos at camp jupiter. they get one of those couches that extends into more couch and pile a bunch of blankets on it for movie nights. and leo makes popcorn with an ungodly amount of butter)

- leo runs warm and when his emotions spike his powers act up so he stress sweats and everytime it happens jason will cool him off with a nice breeze

- on the flip side jason is always cold so he’s always snuggling up to leo (totally the only reason. definitely not that he’s touch starved) and in the winter they’re literally attached at the hip. jason will not let him go no way no how he *will* stand/walk/lay/sit with his arms around leo at all costs (the cost is piper grossing out at their gushiness)

- jason’s bear hugs are leo’s favorite things in the world he could stay wrapped in those arms forever

- jason and leo live in the same apartment complex as frank and hazel and they become a lot closer

- percy and annabeth live down the hall and leo loves to ding dong ditch them

- annabeth randomly knocks on their door sometimes because she wants leo’s help figuring out the logistics for an architectural project of hers and jason will follow so he can play video games with percy (yeah i said it, percy and leo teach him how to play and he likes it more than he thought he would)

- every week they all get lunch together with reyna, piper, and nico

- nico comes over at first to hang out with jason but he still finds leo…. odd but eventually they bond over their love for horror movies and laughing at jason

- leo loves to sketch when he gets bored in class and he’ll be spacing out drawing until he realizes that his whole page is full of jason’s face from every possible angle

- leo fell first but jason said i love you first (after a lot of coaching from piper)

[fictionfixations]

part 3 of me going through the new book 7 update

part 1 (short where i ended after running out of mystium)

part 2 (after i got more mystium, now im doing rest of the story as im FREE of the battlemap)

heres your reminder that in the wish upon a star event lilia has a wish for humans and fae to be able to co-exist

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FUCK YOU FUCK YOU okay im sorry i cant hold myself back i HATE these guys with a passion and you guys will too its just an instinctive reaction at this point

YOU SHUT UP ALL YOU CAN DO IS BLABBER BUT YOU CANT DO SHIT! TELL ME IF YOU WERE THERE ON THE BATTLEFIELD WOULD YOU HAVE DONE ANYTHING OR WOULD YOU HAVE BEEN JUST A BURDEN THAT DRAGGED EVERYBODY DOWN? YOU PRAISE MALEANOR FOR STANDING HER GROUND AGAINST HUMANS AND CALL IT NOBLE BUT SHE FUCKING DIED

bro if you had a face to punch in i would. oh wait. youre already dead.

now act like it and shut up dude

NOOO MALLEUS

egg-sama dont go :(((

LILIA PLEASE

genuinely i have to wonder how lilia survived after this, before malleus was born, having all this guilt and self-hatred for failing :(

ruining the mood here but oh my GOD I hate the blind debuff YOU FHEWUISHFSUIHFUH DUDE

D:

in the 10 years since maleanor died its been changed from briarland to briar valley.

malleus lasting so long because lilia tells him to. also his egg is glowing and idk if thats like some morse code idk what its saying

yippee places of other events appearing. now we just need event characters to appear

AHHHH joSAIHDJOAJDIj. hes singing the song hfsuidfh. it sounds different, probably because hes not used to singing it. but then when he sings it to silver it sounds.. smoother??

that he got his signature spell because he wanted for any scrap of information on how to hatch a dragon egg, that he'll take anything

..EIGHTY YEARS???? sorry im not sending as many screenshots because im trying not to cap it

HARVESTONNN

i need a fic where lilia joins them on like the trip to harveston and maybe he gets like vaguely recognized, maybe like cause it was spoken of that they found this fae or like they had an image or something and its fluff times.

well its been 270-ish years since then but come on :(

wait could this be lilia?

eggsama WHAT ARE YOU SAYING. YOU KEEP GLOWING. and its not skippable (what i do is tap to see all the dialogue and then tap past it cause i read fast instead of waiting)

MALLEUS!?!?!?

notice the emblem lilia usually has is gone because he stopped being a general (actually i cant show a before and after but if you scroll up theres an image of him with the emblem on his chest)

"My magic, my remaining lifespan..."

lilia, is that why youre going to die early? is that what you described when you said you were like. adventurous or something like that (i forgot what he said exactly) in your youth?

im going to cry again this is unfair

they dont deserve my words.

..SHUT THE FUCK UP- okay CALM im CALM.

AHHHHH IM NOT CALM

sorry breaking the mood but 'you truly are poor sleepers' sounds funny to me and i cant explain why. its like. malleus simplifying it so much that it sounds dumb

youd know wouldnt you sebek? because your existence literally means you are loved 🥺

💀

lilia...

WHY ARE WE FIGHTING HIM AGAIN MALLEUS PLEASEE can we just skip over this battle we already know we wont win 😭😭😭

RETRY TICKET?? IM SUPPOSED TO WIN?? WHAT?? guys what the fuck no wait i think im supposed to endure for 5 turns

dude wh at

what even happens if you use a retry ticket wtfs the point???

WHAT DO YOU MEAN. IM SORRY????? STOP GIVING ME THE RETRY TICKET WHAT

giving myself the most hp i can to try to endure cause holy fuck what do you mean RETRY TICket?

okay. i did it. i got so confused because i made it to turn 5 and on the very last attack died and it hit me wtih a retry ticket but you just had to win by enduring his attacks for 5 turns, no dying

good thing i got a lot of healing units with a shit ton of hp but holy fuck i was boutta throw hands like what do you MEAN win against a 300k enemy who can heal all of his health back

aight we're dipping out of lilia's dream now WOo that was long

ORTHO

dude is this the first time we actually see the ignihyde dorm background (in main story i mean). cause like. we didnt see ignihyde at all really we were in styx the whole time in book 6

ok that tracks considering we were all the way in book 7 and we got hit with the title screen

THATS

THATS THE END oh.

[smilingformoney]

Incorrect Quotes: Soul of Ice/Professor Snape II Edition

Severus: Enough! How dare you mock me in such a manner!?

Abbie: Well, how would you like me to mock you? I take requests.

Severus: What's going on?

Abbie: Teenage rebellion.

Severus: [sighs] What did I say to you this time?

Abbie: I'm going the fight the next person who insults my father. 

Severus: I hate myself. 

Abbie: Alright, square up.

Severus: [gently taps table]

Abbie: [taps back]

Lucius: What are they doing?

Persephone: Morse code.

Severus: [aggressively taps table]

Abbie: [slams hands down] YOU TAKE THAT BACK —

Sephy: You remind me of the ocean.

Severus: Because I’m deep and mysterious?

Sephy: No.

Sephy: Because you are full of salt and you scare people.

Severus: Now, Abbie, before I leave, you are not to partake in any of the following.

Severus: Drugs, kissing, tattoos, piercings, ritualistic animal sacrifices, cooking.

Severus:

Severus: Oh my god, I’m giving you ideas.

Sephy: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Severus: I wake up at 4.30am.

Sephy: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

Lucius: What did you two do?

Abbie: …

Draco: …

Lucius: You’re not in trouble, I just need to know whether I need to lie to the Aurors again or not.

Sirius: Were you dropped on your head as a child?

Severus: Bold of you to assume I was even held.

Sirius: …

Severus: …

Sephy: Severus, we’ve talked about this.

Abbie: Any idiot would know that!

Harry: I knew that!

Abbie: See?

Sephy: Who traumatised you?

Severus: Do you want a list?

Sephy, sharpening a knife: Yes, actually.

Abbie: You’re not jealous, are you?

Draco: No!

Abbie: Good, because I consider my fake relationship with you a lot more meaningful.

Severus: WHOEVER MADE THIS MESS IS GOING TO —

Abbie: It was me.

Severus: …be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

Severus: I expected better from you.

Abbie: Well that was your fault lmao I got nothing to do with that

Severus: If a stranger came up to you and said “I’m your dad’s friend, he told me to pick you up,” what would you say?

Abbie: I’d say, “You’re lying, my dad doesn’t have any friends!”

Severus: Not where I was going, but okay.

Severus: You’re annoying.

Abbie: But you love me!

Severus: That doesn’t make you any less annoying.

Abbie, in a high voice, holding Barbie: Hey, Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

Draco, in a low voice, holding Ken: Nonsense, Barbie. You’re staying home and having my kids.

Severus: What the fuck are you two doing?

Abbie: Playing systematic oppression.

Abbie, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket, sir? Hahaha.

Severus: Do you think other people can’t hear you?

Sephy: What if we went to dinner… not as friends?

Severus: As enemies?!

Sephy: 🤦🏼‍♀️

Sephy: Severus and I are dating.

James: [gasp]

Sirius: [gasp]

Remus: [gasp]

Severus: [gasp]

Sephy: Sev, come on.

Severus: Sorry, I’m still surprised.

Severus: [refusing to go to bed]

Sephy: Sev, you need to sleep. I don’t want to press charges.

Severus: ???

Sephy: For resisting a rest.

Sephy: Absolutely not.

Abbie: 🥺

Sephy: What did I say about those puppy dog eyes?

Abbie, sadly: It only works on Dad.

Sephy: You gotta walk in rooms like the gods sent you.

Severus: As a punishment.

Sephy: Can you turn on the lights?

Severus: I don’t need to. You’re the only light I need in my life.

Sephy: Darling, that's really sweet but I can’t see.

Severus: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

Severus: I love you, Abbie.

Abbie: Love you too, Dad.

[silence]

Severus: We both love you as well, Sephy.

Sephy: Thanks, I was feeling left out.

Severus: That’s ridiculous! Lucius isn’t in love with me!

Sephy: Yes, he is.

Narcissa: Yes, he is.

Lucius: Yes, I am.

Abbie: I should have my father kill you for that.

Severus: [bursting in] Who am I killing?

Abbie: What? No, I was joking.

Severus: [drawing his wand] I wasn’t.

Severus: You know, you can’t just walk in here and expect everyone to like you, you’re not Abbie.

Lucius: Not everybody likes Abbie.

Severus: Who doesn’t?!

Lucius: What?

Severus: Names! I want names!

Sephy: Can you carry this for me?

Severus: I don’t know if I can, I can barely carry the weight of my own sins.

Sephy: Just carry the damn book, Sev.

Sephy: I know everything about you.

Severus: Oh yeah? What am I allergic to?

Sephy: Being appreciated and thanked for helping others.

Severus: What’s that?

Sephy: It’s my to-do list.

Severus: It just has my name on it.

Sephy: Yes.

Abbie: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Severus: You’re a hazard to society.

Sephy: And a coward. Do twenty.

Sephy: I think we can be evil, as a treat.

Severus: We?

Sephy: We :)

Draco: Do it or you’re straight.

Abbie: [loud gasp]

Abbie: Look under there.

Harry: Under where?

Abbie: You fool. You absolute moron. You are such a monumental idiot that you don't even realize what you just said. I am a verbal magician —

Abbie: If Mum and I were both drowning, who would you save?

Severus: I don't know, both of you?

Abbie: No, you could only save one of us.

Severus: Well, I would probably save your mother because she can't swim that well and I happen to know you're an excellent swimmer.

Abbie: Suppose I was holding an anchor. Who would you save then?

Severus: Well, why don't you let go of the anchor?

Abbie: It's a family heirloom.

Severus: I'm leaving.

Severus: [fully immersed in a new book, listening to classical music, very focused]

Abbie: [upside down on the couch] Do you think ducks have feelings?

Sephy, admiring a sleeping Severus: You’re so cute.

Severus, sleepily: I could beat you up.

Sephy, lovingly: I know.

Narcissa: You know, Severus gives Persephone flowers all the time, I wish you’d do that too.

Lucius: Okay.

[later]

Lucius: [gives Persephone flowers]

Persephone: ?? Thank? You??

Lucius: I am just as confused as you are.

Abbie: I don’t like men.

Draco: You’re a MISANDRIST?!

Severus: Has anyone seen my top?

Lucius: Persephone is in the other room.

Severus: Excuse me?! I’m a switch and you fucking know it!

Abbie: I’m begging you, just be cool.

Draco: Hey, who’s cooler than me?

Abbie: Everyone.

Abbie: If I'm paying rent, I expect some basic fucking privacy!

Severus: You don't pay rent.

Abbie: AND I WON'T!

Severus: You want me to have friends. The thing that killed Julius Caesar.

[lostonehero]

@voidhaseyes

A alternate path to your commission.

Jonny hopped onto the first ship he could hack open. It wasn't anything amazing, but it was a vessel for long-term space travel, which is what he needed. It kind of reminded him of the ship Marius stole escaping New Asguard. It didn't matter he just needed to find the control room and go from there.

"Who are you?" A voice Jonny didn't recognize started him as he reached the captains chair. "Whoa, hey, I ain't gonna attack."

Jonny studied the person in front of him. They didn't look like any species he was familiar with. They were tall and lanky with blue skin. Their ears were pointed and long, and their long hair was tied back in a braid. Their eyes were like rainbow static. Black nails, and they looked to have hooves... no, that wasn't right. Feet hooves? Whatever they were, it was weird. They had a long tail that was covered in feathery hairs. He opens his mouth to speak, but a soft rasp escapes his lips.

The person steps back, obviously also studying him. "You can't talk."

Jonny nods he taps out in Morse code. "I am Jonny..... I've been curse..... I will leave...."

The person's eyes widen. "No! I mean no, you can stay. I'm kind of cursed, too. I'm guessing the plants aren't normal."

Jonny nods again.

"I'm Lyfrassir Edda, but you can call me Lyf. I was about to leave this planet, just loaded up on supplies and such. Do you want to come with me?" Lyf smiles, watching Jonny nod. "Great I uh, there's a spare room and stuff. I'm glad to know I'm not the only one cursed by a god."

Jonny gave a skeptical brow raise. He didn't know what to make of Lyf or if he was even the same from what Marius told him about. His voice was deep like his.... was. It didn't matter he was on his way away from them to longer be a burden.

........

It's been approximately a month since Jonny joined him. He was quiet, obviously. He couldn't talk because of the plants, and he didn't envy him or that. Lyf looked over to Jonny, who was writing quietly in a notebook. "Hey, uh... are you doing ok?"

Jonny tilts his head clearly, not used to being asked that. He shrugs and taps out a message. "I think I'm fine...." He adjusts his goggles.

"You think?" Lyf frowns. "I uh yeah, that seems to be the case with me. I'm still trying to come to terms with what happened."

Jonny shuts his book and stares at Lyf. He taps out another message. "Go ahead. I'll listen."

"I doubt you'll believe me." Lyf sighs. "My galaxy was eaten by a god. I'm the sole survivor, and apparently, the god likes me enough to curse me with powers and the inability to age or die." He frowns, leaning back in his chair. "There's this guy, Marius. He claims he's a part of a space pirate group that sings about tragedies. He seemingly has an infinite amount of violins he can just pull out of nowhere."

Jonny raised a brow. "Do you hate him or want to fuck him?" He taps out on his notebook.

Lyf lights up with a dark blue blush. "The man is an idiot and a self-proclaimed doctor. He made my life hel back on New Asguard, but... but he wasn't mean." He sighs and rubs his face. "I don't know how I feel. We met up after everything, and he even helped me control these powers. I just ran away like a coward and took my ship with me, leaving him stranded after everything he did for me. The mechanism is what he called the group, and I try to avoid any of that. I can't.... I shouldn't be with someone like him, I'll just hurt him. I even scarred his mechanical arm! He claims it was supposed to fix itself, but it didn't."

Jonny furrowed his brows. He does remember when they picked Marius up, his mechanism had claw marks that seemed to blend into the very metal, and even if it was working fine, they wouldn't ever buff out or vanish. He never talked about it. He was protective over it. They stuck even after DTTM.

"I know it's stupid." Lyf sighs. "I think I fell in love with him. He probably moved on from me, yaknow eternity is a long time, and he's immortal, and I suppose I am too, but why would he want to spend eternity with me. I'll just end up hurting him." He hugged his chest and looked up. Jonny had gotten up to touch his shoulder. "You're right. I shouldn't linger on that. It's been a little over a thousand years that he has obviously forgotten about me."

Jonny wanted to tell him the truth. Marius hasn't. Hell, the man hasn't even tried to go out with anyone else. Raphaella and Ivy have kept prodding him, and he shuts them down. He shakes his head instead.

Lyf smiles sadly. "I suppose I can't assume unless I talk to him. I would rather not."

Jonny pushed his notebook into Lyf's hands. A story always helps him, so why not him. He taps out. "Read a story."

"A story?" Lyf opens the book and stops. "I don't know what language this is."

Jonny paused and forgot he was writing in New Texan. "It's New Texan. That's where I am from."

"Could you... could you teach me?" Lyf smiles softly.

Jonny lights up and nods.

......

"Can you write something with a happy ending?" Lyf was sprawled out on a couch. Jonny nicked off their most recent stop.

Jonny signs. "Life doesn't have happy endings." He rolls his eyes munching on a fruit he grew. It was a new development that the flowers had started to become fruits, and he wasn't complaining. He was slowly learning how to control the plants as well. He still couldn't speak those seemingly will never come undone. "Should I bring up you and Marius? Or just me and Tim."

Lyf rolls his eyes right back. "Ok, first off, Marius was my fault. I realize I love him way too late, and he's moved on. Secondly, Tim is your fault. You never talked to him and told him the truth. Well, not talked, but you get what I mean. Besides, I met you, and I have a brother now, so isn't that a happy end?"

Jonny purposely looks away with a soft blush on his face. He did consider Lyf a brother he never had. He took a breath and started to sign again. "Have I told you about my mother?"

"I suppose not, but you have told me about your father and Jack. Right pricks, the both of them." Lyf sits up. "Alright, fine, tell me. I always like hearing about your planet, and I swear we'll find it one day."

Jonny silently laughs.

......

Lyf barely got a look at the poster before Jonny ripped it down. A low growl erupted from his chest, and his tail was lashing back and forth. He looked over where another poster was hanging.

"Mechanisms! Looking for our Captain. Interim lead Doctor Marius Von Raum."

Jonny lit the crumpled poster on fire. Tears pricked his eyes. He silently gasps as Lyf pulls him into a hug.

"You were one of them?" Lyf can feel Jonny shake, and that was his answer. "I know it's ok you have me and I won't replace you."

Jonny clings tighter, crying.

"Come on, I think we need to find your home planet." Lyf sighs. "Forget these assholes"

.......

Lyf knew something was off with Jonny. It all started with that poster. He wasn't really upset that he was keeping the mech secret he was more worried about Jonny and how he seemed to shut down. He doesn't really recall Marius talking about any of the other members, so he didn't know where Jonny fit in or what the dynamic was. However whatever it was they replaced him and he was taking it hard.

Jonny was curled up in his bed with his back to his door and didn't make any move to show he heard Lyf come in.

Lyf steps over the vines that have spread across Jonny's room like a cancer. He seemed so small in this moment, and it broke his heart. "Jonny?"

Jonny gives a low growl.

"Jonny, I'm sorry." Lyf takes a breath. "I just want to talk."

Jonny curls tighter into himself.

"I know the others are fucking awful. I mean, they replaced you, and that isn't fair. I don't know how long you've known them, but you don't need them. I'll be here whether you want me or not. I'm your brother, and I'll be by your side." Lyf stands in front of Jonny's bed. "Look, I don't know if I'm able to give up on Marius, but I'll chew him out for you. I just want you to feel better."

Jonny rolls over with a silent huff. He stares up at Lyf with tears in his eyes. He holds his hands out, which, when Lyf grabs, he is trapped in a hug.

Lyf smiles softly. "I'm also mad at you about the shower thing."

Jonny buries his face in Lyf's chest, shaking with a silent laugh.

"I mean fuck Jonny you're from the desert don't you have common sense." Lyf scoffs feeling Jonny shake from more laughter. "I'm not taking care of your ass the next time you make yourself sick, use the fucking sand."

The room is quiet for a long time before the sound of tapping is heard. Jonny tapped out a message. "You can still ask Marius out. He's an idiot but good-hearted. This wasn't his idea, and he wouldn't be the lead by choice."

"Don't lie to me, D'ville." Lyf huffs.

"I'm not prick. I ain't gonna let ya back out, coward." Jonny silently huffs as he aggressively taps.

"Fuck you." Lyf pushes Jonny away.

Jonny silently laughs. "Suck my dick."

"You know what I'm done. Go back to being a sad asshole." Lyf hops off Jonny's bed.

Jonny smiles. "Too late bitch."

Lyf laughs.

.......

Jonny was bouncing on his heels. He was excited that he had never had the chance to do puzzles like this before. Sure, they were rusted, and these were tombs, but he could work on them without judgment. He started to whistle softly as he worked.

Lyf watched Jonny scurry off into the tombs. He followed behind, of course, and he watched in awe as Jonny went around, solving the puzzles whistling away like this was a treat. "Why here?"

Jonny froze as Lyf's voice broke through his happy haze. He rapidly begins to sign. "I ain't doing nothing."

Lyf raised a brow, confused. "It looks like you were just having fun. What did the mechs not allow you to do puzzles?"

Jonny shifted. "No... I just....I ain't good being smart. I'm more useful as a weapon." He seems to be ashamed and hesitates finishing the last puzzle.

"You don't have to be useful." Lyf struggles to make it to the same spot Jonny climbed up to. "You can do whatever you want. There isn't much stopping you."

"I miss singing." Jonny signs with a glare.

"Ok well one thing you fucker." Lyf rolled his eyes. "I'm just saying maybe if the others knew your capabilities, they would be impressed. Finish this up, and then I'm signing you up on the puzzle competition on this shit planet, and we're going to destroy them."

"I've never been in a puzzle competition before." Jonny signs before immediately finishing the puzzle. The ground begins to shake, and the loud hiss of pistons and grinding of metal filled the catacombs.

Lyf was grabbed by Jonny, so he didn't fall into gaping opening where a vast treasure lay shining like a becon. "Huh, so this planet's legends do have truth."

Jonny silently scoffs. He signs with annoyance. "I wanted more puzzles."

Jonny nods and grins, already climbing down.

"How about he take some of this treasure and buy some impossible puzzles and theories." Lyf smiles back at Jonny, who just seemed to recall money can be exchanged for goods.

........

Jonny tilted his head, watching Lyf confused. He didn't understand why he looked so upset. He taps out. "Are you ok?"

"Are you going to leave once we land?" Lyf frowns, looking out at the asteroid planet they were about to land on.

"Leave?" Jonny signs. "I'm taking you with me."

Lyf furrows his brows. "What?"

"You're my brother! Where I go you go." Jonny smiles. "I want to show you New Texas."

"You want me to stay with you?" Lyf can feel his eyes water as Jonny nods. "I.... ok! Time to settle in New Texas for however long you want."

Jonny grins.

[your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag]

(hi I'm thickskulldotmp3!)

talk funkobra to me (if you want) 👀... I don't necessarily ship them (I don't really ship anyone here atp I'm more interested in the ambiguities and complexities of non-romantic interpretations tbh) but I would love to hear any miscellaneous headcanons or Thoughts you might have on them. I think they're crazy about each other in every sense of the phrase and that's beautiful

you're actually so real for being more interested in platonic 'joy stuff, there's soooo many cool dynamics to explore.

however i am also funkobra trash, so lets goo!!

totally agree, even if im not writing them as In Love, they have to be at least a little obsessed with each other. something about them being the only ones to understand the intricacies of eachother's brains. the shared madness of two.

they both get really destructive i think, only ghoul gets really self destructive and kobra gets outwardly destructive. they're the only ones who will indulge each other. like poison will tell kobra it isn't healthy, and fighting random 'joys in bars is bad, and he should talk about it instead, etc. etc. but ghoul will just get on the back of kobra's bike and go with him. yeah, it isn't healthy, but sometimes you need to do dumb shit.

kobra's a really good artist, so he's designed a few of ghoul's tattoos. ghoul's DONE some on himself, but kobra's always drawn the stencil.

ghoul always spends ages in the workshop making bombs, and kobra always spends ages in the workshop making bike mods and stuff, and sometimes they don't talk for hours, just feel comfort in the fact that the other is there.

but, what they do do, is make little trinkets for each other and pass them wordlessly across the bench. ghoul's favourite is soldering tiny flowers for kobra. one time kobra made a flower crown but out of wires for ghoul. he'd worn that one for days before kobra made him take it off.

they're SOOOOOO physically clingy. like, they can't have a rational conversation without ghoul's arm around kobra's shoulder, their legs tangled, heads knocking against each other, just something. they're always touching in some way, and it pisses poison and jet the fuck off.

^ for a bonus, poison and jet are rarely physically affectionate, their main love language is words of affirmation. every sentence has honey or sweetheart or babe tacked on the end, and they say i love you like every five minutes.

^ also, kobra has a lot of issues verbalizing big important things like 'i love you,' so usually when ghoul says it, he'll give it back in morse code. however he can. squeezing ghoul's hand, tapping the small of his back, clicking a pen. ghoul always understands.

a lot of the time, both of them have trouble sleeping. that's why they always sleep so tucked together, pressed so close that you can't tell who's arm is who's. BUT, when that doesn't work for one or both of them, they go out for a mid night joyride. anywhere. sometimes it's just aimlessly around the desert, sometimes they want the thrill of a clap, it doesn't really matter. kobra just drives off, presses his back into ghoul's chest to remind himself that he's still there.

kobra's a really good singer!! i say this specifically because i just wrote a band au, and people always go, oh, killjoys = mcr, so if they're in a band, kobra's the bassist, pois is the singer, jet and ghoul on guitars, but i DISAGREE. to me: kobra would sing, jet would play bass, poison would play guitar, and ghoul would play drums. fight with the wall <3

kobra teaches ghoul to read, because he couldn't for ages, and as much as he likes kobra reading to him, it pisses ghoul the hell off when everyone but him can do stuff.

ghoul is a Hoarder. like, it's bad. kobra has opened their wardrobe multiple times to find old keepsakes stashed away, and whenever they try to go through them, ghoul finds a way to convince kobra they're important.

thanks for the ask! i love speaking funkobra :))

[suremonty]

i. "the tide is turning" - roger waters // ii. "two suns in the sunset" - pink floyd // iii. "four minutes" - roger waters

( lucien laviscount, 32, cis man, he/him ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that MONTY ROMANO  is a FACTORY WORKER that works in SECTOR 8. According to the file, they’re a mutant with the power of TIME TRAVEL + ELECTRONIC COMMUNICATION. That must be why they’re DEDICATED and OBSESSIVE. If you ask me, they remind me of morse code desperately tip-tip-tapping, the sole with no eyes, the desolate confines of a busy wasteland. They are affiliated with NOBODY. 

prior warning that the grand majority of this intro has been copy + pasted with just a few tweaks fhlaks

QUICK FACTS:

full name: montgomery “monty” romano

date of birth: december 5th, 2143

zodiac big three: sagittarius sun, scorpio moon, libra rising

gender & pronouns: cis man & he/him

sexual + romantic orientation: straight gay bi queer

ethnicity: 1/2 black, 1/2 white

nationality: he was born in 'australia,' but he spent most of his life in the usa, so... probably usamerican

religion: christian (protestant, very loose in his practice), starting to lean agnostic

languages spoken: english (5), asl (5), morse code - technically an alphabet (5)

enneagram: 3w2

mbti: enfp

temperament: sanguine

alignment: chaotic good

ability: time travel + electronic communication

affiliation: n/a

task: mutation breakdown

BACKSTORY:

triggers: war, nuclear wasteland, nuclear tensions, institutionalization ( very brief mention ), VERY brief mention of suicide

Monty was born in Sol City to two loving parents. When his mother held him in her arms for the first time, she knew that she would never let anything bad happen to him.

-> And then he was yanked away, literally the second he was put in her arms, to 1930s USA.

If Monty could say nothing else about Time, he could say: 'well, at least she literally dropped me off in an orphanage' -- because she literally dropped him off in an orphanage. We're going to ignore logistics for the sake of humor (you know, being born and immediately vanishing). Just pretend that that makes sense and maybe May will edit it later to make it a little more realistic (said in a setting where polar bears and tigers talk). Anyway, also just assume it's realistic that he was very quickly taken in <3 Okay, onwards we go. The rest of this intro is largely going to be copy + pasted from Monty's first verse with just a few tweaked details!

Monty’s world was silent from the moment he entered it. He would never know it any other way. Teachers tried to force him into the mold, Deaf educators in the dime-a-dozen oralist schools teaching him English, speech, and as-good-as-it-could-be lipreading, all while restricting the usage of ASL at best, forbidding it at worst. 

And, though it made socializing with his peers, understanding his lessons, and connecting with his family much more difficult... in the end, maybe it’s for the best. There would be so many disastrous things to see and smell and feel -- adding one more sensation would tip him over the edge.

Despite his parents and hoard of siblings, his eldest brother, Jack, was the only one who put time and effort into learning ASL with Monty. For that reason, they connected well. His brother would go on to have his first and only child at eighteen, leaving Monty an uncle at only six. But it was absolutely poor timing...

Because the USA could no longer just sit on the sidelines in silent support of the Allied powers. In 1941, his eldest brother enlisted to join the army in the war effort, leaving his wife and family with the baby -- but promising he’d be back.

Monty spent much of the time his eldest brother was gone connecting with his brother’s girlfriend, Mary, who let Monty teach her ASL. So those next three years were spent with her, with baby, and keeping up with the news.

1944, Jack was sent to the frontlines in the Normandy Landings. The story went that he went out blazing, that he at least had that much to his legacy, but who could tell any of the thousands of D-Day bodies apart ?

Monty didn’t need to hear to know that silence fell over his family. He could feel it, even when they were talking at dinner. Life only returned in 1945 as a broadcast celebrating two nuclear bombings played! And Monty... he didn’t know what to feel. This meant the war was over, right? Finally, a sigh of relief! But how many innocent people had died in the fallout of it? How long would those effects last?

He did not wake up in his bedroom the next morning. He woke up when a piece of rubble blew against his forehead. And he was surrounded by complete and utter waste. It was hot -- no, it was cold. He assumed it was loud -- no, he assumed it was quiet. There were a few fires burning in the snow, and there was plenty of rubble to spare. Nothing was standing. It was completely empty, completely desolate. 

He didn’t know where he was or how he got there. The more he explored, a terrified young boy trying to get home, the more he wondered when he was. 

A few weeks in, unsure of how he was still alive -- but not questioning it -- he came across a tunnel that led underground. Already figuring he was going to die if he didn’t find something fast, this was the first sign he’d seen of any life since he’d woken up -- he kept going, past extra doors until he reached one that was bolted shut and looked to serve as some kind of vacuum. 

He did not know it. He could not know it. But, on the other side of that wall, a radio picked up the first broadcast it had heard in ages -- some sort of morse code. A few hours of sitting against that final door that he could not even begin to open, it opened with a gust of air. He dragged himself in. It was shut with that same gust of air.

A man peered through a slit and, after hours of trying to communicate when all Monty could see were his eyes, a sentence of 1s and 0s... he stripped himself of his clothes, scrubbed himself with the water and sponge that sat in the corner, and was swiftly let into that final room and tossed a pair of clothes that were a few sizes too big for him. But he wore them, of course.

He was given half a can of uncooked sweet beans, half a bottle of water, and half of some... futuristic chip that he was prompted to sit on his tongue. and half of his nutrient requirements were met.

The man would point viciously to the radio, tap on it... all sorts of insanity that meant nothing to Monty until he took a sheet of paper and wrote out a cipher: morse code and the related letters. He, the man, couldn’t risk losing paper to the amount of letters in a word -- a few dots and lines were a quicker solution, and, as he told Monty, he could hear him over the radio... which would be cause for concern later.

what year is it ? ive stopped counting. i thought every1 was ded. where am i ? used 2 b canada. what happened ? the east. the east ? yes. what do you mean, the east ? ur not from here. no. where? illinois. america.  u dont know? i don’t. do u know what yr it is? it was 1945, last i checked.

He and the man spent the next four months together underground, the man eventually coming up with a way to express morse code without the paper. Tap Monty on the shoulder, make him watch him tap the wall in morse code. But it was far from paradise, and, more than that? Their supplies were running out faster than expected, what with the man only having prepared supplies for himself.

He volunteered to go look for supplies aboveground, but Monty realized that he was the one who was communicating through the radio. If something happened to the man, Monty would have no way to know; if something happened to Monty, however? So he left with a walkie-talkie, an extra coat, and half a canteen of water.

It grew colder and the conditions grew worse. By the time he finally found a few non-perishables locked away in a safe, he didn’t know where he was. He couldn’t find his way back to the man. And the signal only worked one way. So he had two options of what to tell the man: he was going to stay where he was, or he was going to keep moving and hope for the best.

If he did the former, there was a good chance the man would have to leave and try to find him. If he did the latter, he was diving further into the possibility that he’d never see that shelter again... but there was also that slim possibility that he’d be saving them both if he could find him... So he sent a signal that he was lost, but he was going to keep moving and hope for the best. The walkie-talkie wave seemed to tap against his mind, to offer the only description possible:  ‘goodbye, ed.’ ‘goodbye, monty.’

He was thirteen when he hopped again, this time quick as a flash. Hopped just far back enough to watch the missiles fall from the sky, cars ‘screeching’ to a halt, mothers holding their children close, and pulled forward just in time to survive the blast. This time, a different country. This time, closer to the fallout. 

There was no one for him this time, though. He was on his own. He sent out frequencies, but saw nothing. Felt nothing. 

Certain his streak of good bad luck had finally run out, turned to simple bad luck, he was only days away from succumbing to his hunger or his dehydration or the elements or all three... but, instead of dying, he woke up in his bed. In 1949. Four years after he went missing.

His family had been certain he, too, had died. Perhaps ran away first, gotten lost, then gotten himself killed. It had been four years after they woke up and didn’t find him in his bed, after all? Was it a miracle? Yes! Did it also feel like some kind of abomination, like something ungodly? Yes!

After the initial many-a-hug, they grew... frightened!He connected to the house radio and morse code played, explaining his unbelievable absence... but no one there knew morse code?! And no one there knew ASL?! And speaking took more effort than he’d like to put in, especially after all those years completely shut up?! Where was Mary to translate for him? Where was baby?

That much, he could express. Chicago. as Ed taught him how to say in morse code: what a goddamn shithole!

But, only moments later, everyone’s attention snapped to the radio. They understood what he was trying to say. After the initial shock, they were mouthing: we can hear you. With vicious points: the radio. we hear you.

-> Keep in mind, this is before mutants were a thing.

The story he told was completely unbelievable. But so was being able to hear his speech through the radio, so... live and let live...?

They did take note of how he began to draw more into himself. He became obsessed with this nuclear apocalypse he claimed to have witnessed, he drew a strange man with dots and lines underneath and hung it up in his room. He couldn’t focus in school and his grades suffered terribly. At 17, seeing he was still as distant as ever, still writing in morse code, still drawing that man 'Ed Gorrister' and trying to tell everyone who it was and what was going to happen and no he didn’t know the year or the details or- they had him institutionalized.

Before he could undergo more than two rounds of electroshock therapy, he was an 18y/o in 1962. Just in time for the Cuban Missile Crisis. And this time? Not only had he seen the after effects of nuclear bombings, he understood the magnitude of this threat. And this time? They were not fighting to free concentration camps and prisoners of war, they were fighting just to prove who was more powerful. They were building walls and sending dogs into space because they had to prove one was better than the other... and if they had to press the button to really show who was who, then they had to press the button. 

Was this the wasteland monty had witnessed? He didn’t know. He didn’t want to find out. He could put a stop to it somehow, right? He was the only person who’d seen both, as far as he was aware...

Traveling to the 70s, the country was still together -- and tensions were still high. Without any other ideas, he began doing what only idealists would think would work: sending false reports over radios and broadcasts. But instead of bringing people together through shared fear -- and shared gratitude that they were still alive when they learned that the report had been a hoax -- he just scared them, then brought them back to their regular lives (those who didn’t kill themselves or run to their shelters, that is).

He continued moving back and forth within the timeline of the Cold War, relentlessly trying to stop the crisis... but he only had so much he could do without making it even worse. He could activate it. If he wanted to, he could activate it.

In 1991, when the announcement that the Cold War was over was made, something in his timeline glitched. He spent three days in WWII, the first two being... entirely random to him, the final one being right there in D-Day... where he got to see that Jack didn’t go out blazing. And he was pulled just in time -- but this time, to three days in the trenches of the Vietnam War, a useless side effect of the Cold War. About to be taken prisoner, he was pulled forward into the year 1999 in the middle of a countdown to a new kind of apocalypse, just to be pulled SO FUCKING FAR forward into 2173... and he finally had reprieve.

But if WWII wasn’t the cause of the nuclear apocalypse, and if the Cold War wasn’t the cause of the nuclear apocalypse, then it still had yet to come. And the doomsday clock was moving fast.

Left in actual civilization and... no immediate peril in 2173 Sol City (it took him a while to figure everything out... didn't really understand why he'd been pulled so far forward, but there had to be a reason), he spent the next two years starting to cultivate a life. Every now and again, he would glitch to a different year for a few days, but the power he had never been able to tame... seemed to be beginning to tame itself as he spent more time in a calm, but focused, state of mind.

He took on a job as a factory worker, reminded of the few times he had spent working in factories as a boy! It was easier that way, too -- if/when Time threw him around, he was expendable. He began using the walkie-talkie he’d always held onto to transmit his thoughts across the microphone. A very standard American voice.

Suffice it to say, he's still... very confused as to why he is where he is and why he is when he is when. There has to be a reason, right? He's just waiting for the other shoe to drop, especially with how the world looks now... it'll drop at any moment, right? This is totally pre-apocalyptic and not post-apocalyptic!

TIMELINE:

yeah, things will just get confusing if we use years for this.

BORN - In late 2143... but was immediately yanked to Chicago, IL, USA, 1934. Completely deaf. Adopted pretty quickly. Already had three siblings... would have even more later on.

GENERAL EARLY SCHOOL YEARS?: Was discouraged from, sometimes punished for, using ASL at school due to oral education being at its peak. He was taught English, speech, and lip-reading, but that only extends so far. His eldest brother, Jack, learned sign to communicate and connect with him. The rest of his family was a little bit busy with the amount of kids...

AGE 6: At eighteen, his brother has a child with his first wife, Mary. Monty becomes an uncle.

AGE 7: Jack goes off to fight in WWII. Mary takes up his torch when it comes to providing Monty with company. 

AGE 10: Word is sent that Jack died fighting in the frontlines in the Normandy Landings.

AGE 11-12: Atomic bombs fall on Hiroshima & Nagasaki and everyone is celebrating. This is something that Monty both does and does not understand... Wakes up in the fallout of a nuclear apocalypse. It’s not 1945 anymore, it’s not Illinois anymore. He hopelessly travels around for weeks, unsure of how he’s alive! And, right as he’s sure he’ll be succumbing to the elements, he finds the passage to an underground bunker. After a whole series of events, he manages to get inside a safe place with a man named Ed Gorrister. Ed manages to communicate to Monty that he had sent morse over the radio. And when Monty doesn’t understand, Ed creates a morse-code-to-english-alphabet cipher and begins speaking to him using that as Monty communicates over the radio. Monty learns he’s in Canada, but Ed doesn’t know what year it is anymore. The cause of the 'atomic bomb' that had hit was ‘the east.’ They eventually devise a strategy that’ll use no paper at all: Ed taps Monty on the shoulder and has him watch him tap the wall.

AGE 13: They start running out of supplies. Ed volunteers to brave the elements, but, ultimately, Monty figures that he’s the one who can communicate through technology. If Ed tried to send word to him over the radio, he wouldn’t hear it, but the same couldn’t be said when it came to Monty. Monty took a walkie-talkie with him and traveled out. When he finally came across non-perishables, he realized he was completely lost. He decided to tell Ed that he was going to keep walking and hope for the best. They exchanged goodbyes. Monty felt Ed’s morse coming through the walkie-talkie. He hops back in time, just a few years, and watches as the missiles head right towards him -- whatever new country he’s in. Disaster occurs all around him as women hug their children and cars come to a sudden halt and the timeline saves him by mere milliseconds, jumping him forward a few months. He spends the next year trapped in this side of the wasteland with no one to talk to.

AGE 14: He wakes up in his home, just barely making it out alive. But it’s 1949. after a few mistrials, he communicates with his family over the radio. And they cannot believe their eyes or ears: first of all, he’d just literally spoken through the radio? Second of all, he... had been in a nuclear apocalypse? Not just missing? Hmm...

AGES 14-17: He is constantly preoccupied with this ‘fallout.’ He’s drawn into himself. he talks about it, he draws pictures of some guy with some symbols underneath... wtf?

AGE 17: His family decides to institutionalize him.

AGE 18: After going through two rounds of electroshock therapy, he is transported to 1962, just in time for the Cuban Missile Crisis.

AGES 18-28: The timeline decides it wants him right in the middle of the Cold War. He’s certain that this is what will bring the nuclear apocalypse if he can’t stop it. He goes about it by sending false broadcasts, hoping to unite people under gratitude when they come out with their lives... or maybe fear... or maybe love... but nothing seems to work. Everything he tries tends to just make things worse. He could activate it if he wanted to.

AGE 29: He’s in 1991 and the Cold War is over. With that news, the timeline fritzed. He was in WWII for a few days. The final day, he was by his brother and saw that he did not go out blazing. Then he was in the Vietnam War for a few days. About to be taken as prisoner, the timeline yanked him to a party he was not invited to on December 31st, 1999. It was in a bunker with a group of people counting down to the end of civilization. When the clock was one second away from hitting January 1st, 2000, he was pulled forward all the way to 2173. Aside from all of the weird technology and mutations, nothing seemed to be immediately off, unlike his past three destinations...

AGES 30-32: He begins building a life in Sol City. He still travels every now and again, but he hasn’t spent more than two days in a different time in years. Although he still can’t quite tame his power, it seems to be taming itself. He becomes a factory worker -- he needs an expendable position in case Time takes him away again, but he actually doesn't hate it! It's like when he was a boy! This is in the headcanons section, but it’s important to note that he also uses his walkie-talkie to talk to other people. Ever since it started translating morse into direct words, he doesn’t have to rely on sign, and what they say gets translated in his mind through the walkie-talkie. 

HEADCANONS:

He is completely deaf (his original FC was Nyle DiMarco, but... then it turned out he was a zionist :/). He is familiar with and fluent in ASL, but carries a walkie-talkie to communicate his thoughts and translate the words of others into morse code to ensure the general ability to communicate with anyone he comes across. (Yes, it would probably work with other devices. No, he is not going to give his walkie-talkie up to experiment with that.)

The walkie-talkie's VC is Norm from Phineas & Ferb alfjksad

Identified as straight until he was 15 (...i mean, the 1940s-50s + four years spent without other people, save for a few months with a guy closer to a father figure than anything else...). Identified as bi until he was 20. Identified as gay until he was 25. Identified as bi until he was 27... Has always really relied on the decade... Doesn’t fully know what to label himself as, simply uses queer.

Moving back and forth in the timestream has its pros and its cons. One pro? He can survive for weeks, even months, after traveling forward without food and water. Traveling backwards? He better get to some water damn fast.

His father had some sort of mutation related to bad luck, hence why Monty only seemed to travel to shitty historical events.

Has kept the clothes that Gorrister gave him to change into. Is not an artist, but does have a picture of a poorly-drawn ed hanging in his apartment with morse code for ‘goodbye’ beneath it.

Uses 30s-80s slang like any of it is still applicable. But with most of his childhood spent in the 30s/40s and most of his early adult years spent in the 60s-80s... Look at that tubular dish! She sure is groovy!

CONNECTION IDEAS:

mom or dad or sibling! How funny would it be... if you're holding your son... and then he just vanishes FLASJD I mean, it'd be tragic, but also! Anyway, I've actually sent this in as a WC because I think it would be so funny. Now idk how they would figure it out, what considering they would have no clue what the other looked like (Monty having been an infant when he disappeared, and Monty having no memories of his biological parents) + their surnames would be different, but... we can figure that out lFKJSD

all the regulars! i am brainstorming ideas but just general. yk. buddies, neighbors, interests, etc etc etc. i am tired <3

people whose relatives he knew! sure would've been from a while back, but the 1940s-1990s were a wild time !

[sonnysolis]

Sonny can’t help the small twitch of her lips — not quite a smile yet, but close enough as she's gonna get. It’s the first genuine flicker of amusement she’s felt in days, perhaps a long while, however brief. Tit for tat, she thinks, impressed despite herself. That was usually her move. String someone along with just enough truth to keep them asking, keep them wanting more. It was how she'd survived all these years. It was the very same needle she kept threading, even after she left. To hear Wes echo it so effortlessly, the way she did... well? it made her take another roused look at him.

“Damn,” she murmurs, one brow quirking. “Didn’t think you had it in you, Parker. Playing me using the same game I’ve been running since I was sixteen? Color me impressed. Again.”

The words come out easy, familiar — like slipping into an old coat she didn’t realize still fit her. But there’s no venom in them, no swagger either. Just that quiet hum of reluctant respect. She takes a slow sip of the drink he slid her way, her eyes briefly fluttering shut at the taste. Strong. Cold. Burned just enough to remind her she was still there. Still existing.

When she opens her eyes again, they land on Wes', steadier this time. Her fingers, which had once been tapping the edge of the bar like Morse code, now go still. Rigid. Quiet.

“Alright,” she concedes, nodding once, decisive. “Info for info. Fair trade, I guess.” Would she regret that? Probably. But, she was so desperate to finally get closer to Elijah, she'd take whatever she can get.

Her gaze then flicks downward for a second, thoughtful. “You said he’s good. But is he happy?” The question is soft, like the word itself might shatter if she says it too loud. “I don’t care if he’s smart, or polite, or got your quiet charm." Even though, she probably should because all of those things are deeply important too. "I just wanna know if he laughs without flinching. If he sleeps through the night. If he’s got someone who holds him and tells him how much he's loved every damn day — even if it isn't me.”

There’s something in her voice then, something raw she doesn’t bother covering up anymore. Because if this is the only conversation she ever gets about Elijah, she’s damn well going to make it count.

Then, after a beat, she tips her chin up and meets his gaze again, offering him his opening. “Your turn. Ask me whatever you want.”

Wes poured the drink without a word, grabbing a bottle he knew would fit the bill — something cold, something strong. Possibly lecture worthy. The glass clinked lightly against the bar as he slid it over to her, his hands steady even if everything inside him wasn't. Maybe that was a habit, being a lifelong bull rider. He stayed quiet for a second longer, studying her. Picking apart all the things she wasn't saying just as much as the ones she was, catching every flicker in her expression, every shadow she tried to swallow down.

I know for certain he does now. Well, that answered that question. Shane knew. The notion left an unsettling feeling in his chest. How in the hell was he coping? You never told him you saw me that night, did you? Wes took the opportunity to clear his throat then, his gaze dropping as he thought about his response, before lifting his gaze to meet her own. "I wasn't sure. Didn't wanna get his hopes up.. or hurt him more." He could've left it there — probably shuld've — but after a beat, he added, "Didn't know what you were runnin' from. Still don't." His jaw tightened, that same old instinct creeping in — protect first, ask questions later. But now, it was tangled with confusion, too. Whatever made her disappear the way she had, whatever made her run so fast, he almost believed he'd imagined it all.. Wes didn't get it. And that ate at him now more than he cared to admit.

At the mention of Elijah, though, something shifted in him. He didn't know whether he owed Sonny any information about Elijah; hell, after the way she'd left, she probably didn't. But there was a surprising amount of guilt in which he felt for her, like he could see the sadness in her eyes. Like.. maybe some part of her had been carrying just as heavy a burden as the rest of them. Maybe heavier.

"He's a good kid," Wes said after a long pause. A beat passed, heavy, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to say more. Then he tilted his head, studying her, and added, quieter, "Real good."

He wiped a hand down his face, sighed once through his nose, an idea appearing. Damn it, he was way too soft. "For every thing I tell you about him," Wes said, voice low and deliberate. "I get to ask you somethin' too." It wasn’t a threat. It wasn’t even hard. Just Wes being Wes — plain and straight, like he couldn't lie even if he wanted to. "You owe me that much," he said simply. No anger behind it. Just the weight of too many years carrying unanswered questions. He leaned back slightly, giving her space to agree — or not. But his eyes didn’t waver from hers, not once.

[symphonicmetal101]

Little Ways They Show Their Love

LUCIFER

- Whenever he makes coffee for himself, he always makes some for you, and makes sure its exactly the way you like it. (If you like hot chocolate or tea he takes the time to make it too)

- He makes sure at least one corner of his desk is always clear, so if hes working and you're just popping in, you can sit there for a moment (if its more than give minutes, he expects you to come sit on his lap instead)

- Likes to help you put your shoes on. Idk why. He just does.

MAMMON

- Hes a bit of a himbo, so instead of using a dryer, when you go into the shower, he keeps your clothes warm by stuffing them under his shirt

- He loves to do origami, and will frequently leave notes for you in the form of paper cranes

- He makes sure he wears a hoodie whemever possible so when you sleep you can have something comfy that smells like him, even if hes sleeping with you.

LEVI

- Makes sure whenever hes running low on his snack stock, that your favourite snack is the priority to restock

- He always taps in morse code, I love you, whenever his tail or hand is in contact with you

- Made sure to learn how to game even if you koala on him, so you can both enjoy yourselves

SATAN

- He always, and I mean ALWAYS holds the door open for you. If youre anything like me, it turns into a friendly competition-

- Makes sure whenever you may be late for dinner to serve you a plate and hide it in his room to protect it from Beel until you come home, so its still warm.

- He absolutely does The Slow Blink as a form of affection, but wont realize it until you do it back.

ASMO

- He keeps a close tab on your hygiene and self care products, so that you never have to worry about running out.

- He figures out your favourite scent that helps relax you, so he'll use small drops of oil to make himself smell like that as well as your pillows etc.

- Patches up your clothes when needed, and always makes sure that throughout the day hes complimenting you on little things that help build your confidence. I could write SO much for Asmo, I love him so much

BEEL

- He always makes sure you have a seat at the table before him so he can push your chair in

- If he thinks you're cold he kinda just flops on you with an open sweater before zipping you up in it with him fbdjdvsj

- Makes the sheets feel extra soft

- Makes sure to carry a pack of gum everywhere, so if he ate something that isnt yummy to you, he can counteract it a bit before kissing you

BELPHIE

- Always beats the bed out, so there are no crumbs or anything, as well as fluffs your pillows

- He always makes the sheets feel extra soft, the mattress perfect for your preferences

- Desperately tries to have late night convos out of love for you but hes trying really hard to not pass out so some of his responses may make no sense

DIAVOLO

- Ok, what he considers small and what actually is small are two different stories. These are actual small things, like using his own body to warm up the bed so its cozy

- Lets you put your cold hands/feet against him even though he lowkey hates it so he can warm you up

- Always had an arm around you, or a wing. He likes to keep you close as a reminder he'll always be there for you

BARBATOS

- Lets you taste whatever tea hes set up, especially if you havent had it before, even if hes in the middle of serving nobles.

- Gives you gossip before he gives it to Asmo, lmao thats true love right there

- Always makes sure nobody speaks over you, your voice is always heard

MEPHISTOPHELES

- Extra cautious around puddles, so he'll never let you step in one

- He sometimes makes up disguises, so he'll show off his new "character" to you before anyone else

- He hides inside jokes in his reports, then watches you read them to see if you can find it and see your face when you do

SIMEON

- Traces "I love you" in calligraphy against your palm

- Folds your clothes for you (he finds it oddly therapeutic)

- Also always makes sure your bed is made. Finds making it also somewhat therapeutic because he knows you'll be able to sleep comfortably

LUKE

- he likes making "coupons" for you, but its a win win situation because usually youre getting something out of hanging out with him- like baking together, likely means you'll have a slice of cake to eat at the end, and he gets time with you :3

- always makes sure he has the ingredients for your favourite dessert, so he can make it whenever you're available

- Makes sure that whenever he goes to a playground its not one with sand

Thats the way kids show love man, sandy playgrounds my beloathed

RAPHAEL

- I still know jackshit about Raph, so lets try this. If he knows a certain environment is going to be too loud, he makes sure to cover your ears

- He will also "steer" you, whether its away from danger, from a temptation like Spending On That Thing You Dont Need, or from the brothers

- only lets you see his big smile

THIRTEEN

- Its in the way shes always behind you, literally and figuratively. Shes a little goofy about it, but its just an instinct to protect you.

- She will tickle you on occasion ,just to hear you laugh

- She always makes sure your toothbrush is not frayed. Idk why, I just get the vibes lmao

SOLOMON

- He likes to make sure your chair is always comfortable, though will intentionally make it uncomfy sometimes so youll come sit on him instead

- He makes sure your towel is always warm for you out of the shower

- You're the first one he shares new successful spells and potions with

Mmmmk brain kind of died, hope this was ok, baiii

Masterlist

[frogwithhatto]

can u do headcannons for cuddles n hugs with ii plz

II and hugs

I absolutely loved writing these!! They’re so much fun thanks for the request anon!!

- His hugs remind me of long train rides. Feeling content and relaxed as the world seems to pass by, all your troubles being left behind and for the time of the ride the time seems to stand still. The only thing of importance being moving towards your destination. It doesn’t matter what happens in the world around you, trees and cities passing by.

- He will get super cuddly from time to time though. When he gets like that he will simply envelope you in a hug and drag you to bed there’s no escaping him, how could you when he’s looking at you with soft eyes silently pleading for you to stay?

- Laying in his arms feels like the first days of spring, when the flowers start blooming again and the warmth of the sun returns once more. Birds chirping and insects buzzing as life starts to thrive all around you. Sunbeams penetrating the cloudy sky chasing away dark thoughts and the feeling of loneliness. His touches feeling like the specks of colour petals spread on green grass.

- Speaking of his touch, it’s always tender and soft. He isn’t the touchiest person as it tends to overwhelm him sometimes but one thing he will always do is linking your pinkies together. It’s his favourite thing to do, doesn’t matter if you’re in public or just laying next to each other watching a movie.

- Will whisper lots of little compliments in your ear while cuddling plus he will literally melt under your touch.

- He won’t ask for it but he loves when he’s laying on your chest because he can hear your heartbeat (also won’t admit it but whenever he falls asleep there it’s the best sleep he’s ever had).

- I feel like he knows morse code so he will tap lil messages meant just for you on the back of your hand or your arm in public. He will also do it when he thinks you’re asleep. He usually does it because talking can be too overwhelming for him but also because it’s just for you, no one else.

[silversupremacy]

Small tutorial on how you design your critters?? You're a inspiration to me I must learn- And, if you want, tutorial on how you draw limbs?

God ok so that's sooo broad that I'm gonna try to sum it up but if you have additional questions feel free to ask I love answering stuff!

So first tutorial on limbs I did in the past here!

This is specifically furry hind legs. And additionally here's my tutorial on paws

If you want a more detailed tutorial, or an arm/front leg tutorial, or specific materials/more species let me know!

OK AN D now how I design object-creatures

I'm assuming you meant object creatures and not just all my creatures, cause I design a lot of little guys.

So I usually have four-ish things I go for in a design depending on the chara-

First is just taking x thing from the object they are and just accenting it. For example, Pepper's tail and ears are Peppercorn plant.

And OJ has that straw tail

So these features aren't really there because they're based on an animal. They're just there cause "orange juice drink, oh maybe they would have a straw tail"

Two, using canon in my design, either through the character's personality, or something taken from the canon.

For example, Baseball in s2 has to tape his pickaxe to his leg to use it. So logically, he wouldn't have little hands to hold the pickaxe with, so that's why I went with hooves! Then from there, I had the idea that he could use his tail to deliver powerful kicks with his legs by leaning back on it (like a kangaroo)

Another example is Fan, he's shown to be able to glide in canon so a lot of people go with bird vibes for him!

Though alternatively, you could also be inspired by the Gliding Snake, the Draco Lizards, or Sugar Gliders! There's a whole bunch of gliding creatures.

And more of a personality thing would be how I give Nickel a little spade tail cause he's a little rat bastard (affectionate). He also has nimble little rat hands cause he's more crafty and sneaky.

Third thing, Including Spec Bio stuff and just neat concepts

This is kinda crossed with the "what would fit this object" thing. But notice that I gave Apple an apple blossom tail. Well then, I developed this idea that maybe the flower would release scents to convey how she feels. Like she might subconsciously release a scent her partner (cough cough marshmallow) finds pleasant in order to relax them. I got this idea from the theory that cats communicate a lot through scent, and it's kinda theorized that cats might release a scent around their human that makes them wanna be friends (with mixed results).

And here for example, Lifering is basically made for ocean life. The idea is that he has a heavy layer of blubber in the winter to keep him warm, and the only difference people would notice is that his 'nose' hole would be smaller. He also has ears that he can use to communicate using them as 'flags' and a tail that he can use to light up in morse code. So basically he's perfect for ocean rescue.

Fourth thing, it just looks cool so why not do it. Clover didn't have a ton of traits go into her design beyond the Clover Flower tail, but she's just kinda nice to look at. Ultimately 99% of her body shape is just cause it's a good design.

And additionally, a lot of my creatures are made from just my vague and rough knowledge of creatures. I have just read a lot of animal facts in my life and kinda just recall a lot of what I've read and seen.

So just having wide knowledge of animals on earth helps a lot! Another part of me making an object-creature is just going "what animal do they remind me of"

Oh and a misc note abt my creatures, I have very few rules but one of them I try to keep to is that they have three toes and four fingers (three fingers one thumb). Some leg only objects have four toes technically (three fingers one thumb) But the idea is connected to how animal life on earth is built roughly the same. Like how bats have five fingers, they just stretched out looong into wings. And cats have five fingers on their front paws but only four on their back, But there's evidence of ancestors having those five toes Im p sure.

It's a similar thing abt how we can find specific bones in birds similar to our own arm and leg bones. Just considering what the path of evolution of these objects is neat.

But since objects reproduce via. magic exclusively in my verse, I kinda just do whatever! It's the reason why traits kinda got jumbled up (ex. mammal with reptile traits) cause the use of magic kinda just scrambled things.

Uhm hope this helps??? let me know if you have more questions ig????

[dixonsdarkelf]

OMG you did it!!! That was fast lmao. But I'm so happy you did it!!!

Okay so her name's Cortana...that's incredibly badass & I'm obsessed. I love it.

cory was just different. not in the “oh she’s the chosen one, oh she’s special, oh yada yada” way, but in the “jesus this kid is a freak” way. she picked at animal carcasses and collected the “prettiest bones” for her collection.

As a fellow weird kid with deep interests in strange & macabre things, I love that she collects bones.

daryl wasn’t a big talker. cory couldn’t understand english well. so the two found other ways to communicate. daryl found her a book on morse code and prayed she knew the english alphabet—which she did!- and the two often just tapped on doors, walls, tables, chairs, any surface really, to talk.

This is so sweet I'm so happy they have their own way to communicate with each other. I think that's beautiful.

sometimes when a resident in alexandria or the commonwealth talked to daryl and asked if he had kids, he’d say “a daughter” before he could stop himself. and sometimes when cory wrote in her diaries, she’d write “dad did…” or “dad said…” and quickly scribble it out to write daryl on top.

Awwww that's so wholesome 😭 I love them, your honor.

because according to cory, she didn’t like boys from any species

This made me laugh so fucking hard oh my god 😭😂

it genuinely wasn’t until she was fifteen and flat out told him that she was lesbian when he realized she was lesbian.

LMAO gotta give it to him straight up for it to click

yes, the thunder and the rain did not scare cory, but the jingling of the wind chimes did. they reminded her of the jingle sound the door to the gas station made where she had been hiding out at before daryl found her.

Oh poor baby 😢 Good thing Daryl was there for her. I hate to think about her suffering during the storm alone and having to listen to the wind chimes.

then one little whimper of a sentence spilled from her tongue as she buried her face into his shoulder. “Я тебя люблю.” i love you.

My fucking heart 😭🖤

Thank you so much for sharing all of this about Cory! Please continue to post about her. I would love to know more & see more of her. I know how much I love talking about my OC, and I want other people to experience that same joy. She's yours. Be proud of her. Yap about her to your heart's content 🖤

There’s nothing like a Daughter - Daryl Dixon + OC!Cortana Riley

🤍 summary ✩ - pretty much just snippets of life for cory and daryl. 🤍 warnings ✩ - none this time! just cuteness! and cursing! 🤍 a/n ✩ - shout out to @dixonsdarkelf idk her demand for me to write made me wanna write

🤍 cory was just different. not in the “oh she’s the chosen one, oh she’s special, oh yada yada” way, but in the “jesus this kid is a freak” way. she picked at animal carcasses and collected the “prettiest bones” for her collection. she would rather claw out her own eyes than ever be forced to wear shoes. she would have off days—or even off weeks—and only speak russian and downright refuse to speak her english. she was just a difficult kid. but daryl was patient with her. he didn’t necessarily condone her obsession with dead things, but he didn’t judge her. he’d occasionally let her pick at any animal he caught before he’d cook it, and never really complained when he had to spend hours picking out all the splinters and whatnot from her feet when she decided to go barefoot through the forest. hell, he didn’t even mind when she wouldn’t speak english. he had learned enough of her body language to understand.

🤍 daryl wasn’t a big talker. cory couldn’t understand english well. so the two found other ways to communicate. daryl found her a book on morse code and prayed she knew the english alphabet—which she did!- and the two often just tapped on doors, walls, tables, chairs, any surface really, to talk. cory was almost scarily good at reading body language, and daryl just learned how to read her’s over time. that was another way they spoke if the other didn’t understand. daryl would talk, cory would read his face rather than listen to his words. cory would ramble in russian, daryl would watch how she moved her hands and how her eyes changed to understand what she was going on about.

🤍 the whole father-daughter relationship between cory and daryl was complicated. they didn’t call each other father or daughter, hell they rarely called each other family, but the bond was there. cory was terrified of losing daryl, and she had already lost her dad, so she figured if he just stayed daryl then she wouldn’t lose him. and daryl… well his childhood trauma made it difficult for him to ever imagine being a father. but sometimes they slipped up. sometimes when a resident in alexandria or the commonwealth talked to daryl and asked if he had kids, he’d say “a daughter” before he could stop himself. and sometimes when cory wrote in her diaries, she’d write “dad did…” or “dad said…” and quickly scribble it out to write daryl on top.

🤍 cory was a picky eater. a nastily picky eater. she wouldn’t eat meat if it was chewy or tough, or if it was too dry or too juicy—don’t even ask about if it’s burned. she wouldn’t eat something caught from a trap and certainly not if daryl wasn’t the one who killed it. she hated the way squirrel meat smelled, hated the way rabbit meat looked, and god forbid she ever ate raccoon. daryl learned the hard way not to feed her raccoon. there was still faint puke stains on their floor that daryl put a rug over. and sure, sometimes it pissed daryl off. but he learned how to get her to eat after some trail and error. he spent days tracking a doe once—because according to cory, she didn’t like boys from any species and certainly not deer—and watched cory’s face the whole time he cooked it until she stopped scowling. she ate every bite from every piece he gave her.

🤍 daryl liked to claim that he knew cory better than anyone else. he knew her mannerisms, her tastes, her habits, her impulses, her everything… or so he thought. see, daryl thought that cory liked boys. she had exactly one friend who, to daryl’s horror, was a boy and she talked to nobody else. she’d get mean to other girls if they even looked in her direction, but didn’t care about what the boys did. seriously, he genuinely thought that cory liked boys. but he always thought it was odd how embarrassed she got when he caught her staring out her bedroom window at a brunette girl helping out in the gardens. and her odd response when he asked if she was interested in any boys—which was literally “why would i like a boy?”. he didn’t even catch one when cory flat out said “i don’t like boys from any species.” it genuinely wasn’t until she was fifteen and flat out told him that she was lesbian when he realized she was lesbian. and even then he was a little confused because she really just didn’t fit the stereotypical lesbian image he always had in his mind. he eventually just accepted it thought. the “any boys you like” questions turned into “any girls you’ve been eyeing” at the dinner table and that was about it. he really didn’t make a big deal about it because cory didn’t make a big deal about it.

🤍 one of the most memorable moments in cory and daryl’s long history was the first time she said “i love you”. it had been storming like hell for the whole night and some people were genuinely worried about a possible tornado—even though they were in georgia and far away from tornado alley and it was literally winter—except for cory. cory had been locked in her room since the first wind chime started jingling. yes, the thunder and the rain did not scare cory, but the jingling of the wind chimes did. they reminded her of the jingle sound the door to the gas station made where she had been hiding out at before daryl found her. she hid under her bed and shook and trembled and cried each time she heard one of the wind chimes. daryl only went in to make sure she hadn’t taken any carcasses from outside into her room—she’d done it before—and was damn relieved that he had went in. without even thinking, he got to his knees and gently pulled cory into his chest. he put one hand to her back and the other over her ear and just waited for her to calm down even the slightest bit. he could smell the aroma of the forest clinging to her auburn hair, but he was more focused on the tears rolling down her cheeks. he whispered gentle, comforting things to her. “ ‘ll be alrigh’…” “ ’m here…” “ya safe here…” it felt like hours until cory stopped sobbing and actually realized that daryl was holding her. She started rambling in russian, just repeating the same phrase over and over again. “Я боюсь” i’m afraid. and then one little whimper of a sentence spilled from her tongue as she buried her face into his shoulder. “Я тебя люблю.” i love you.