#hooligans and hellions

[hooligans-and-hellions]

Drew Percy in this dress I saw

[willowser]

this is completely based on a customer interaction i witnessed today but—

i'm imagining single dad!touya just trying to do some goddamn grocery shopping for his little hooligans, and his daughter won't stop picking on her little brother, and touya has to keep calling them back over to the cart because she's chasing him around the store.

and his wild child little girl almost runs into someone, but she just barely stops herself and grabs her brother by the back of his shirt, so he won't run into anyone either. and she grins, showing off her big smile and her missing front tooth.

"'scuse me!" she says, all outside-voice because she couldn't be quiet if she tried. "sorry!"

and the older woman in the aisle just smiles back at her and laughs a little, telling her, "well, aren't you so polite?"

then the little girl is yanking her brother back to the cart, calling out, "d'you hear that, dad? i'm polite!"

"yeah, yeah," touya mutters, frowning at her as she tries to climb in and sit down amongst the groceries. "know what that means? means i'm doing a kickass job as a father."

and both his little hellions say, "yeah, dad, you're kickass!"

[female-buckets]

In men's sports, you can call a male athlete a bastard in an affectionate way. "This bastard is turning the league inside out!" That's fine.

And you can say that in women's sports, too. You can call female athletes funny negative names in an affectionate complimentary way. Freak, alien, monster, demon, fiend, mutant, beast, banshee, dawg, bruiser, natural disaster, rascal, hooligan, hellion, imp, troll, scoundrel.

A man can call a female athlete these names in an affectionate way with the right tone and context. But a man can't call a woman a bitch ever.

[eldritch-spouse]

What type of things will Stitches write? I imagine he has a very chaotic personality, could he be friend with the garden monsters?

Stitches doesn't like resorting to writing, but he will if it's necessary. Writing is usually reserved for notes and keeping his thoughts organized, he needs it more than Patches does due to how scattered and chaotic his mind is. To you though, he mostly just leaves cheeky notes, the occasional riddle at times.

Hellion loves hanging out with Stitches, because they're both hooligan clowns always ready to screw things up. There have been occasions where Stitches took Hellion out to mess with nearby populations or just bother clients at The Clergy.

Pebble, on the other hand, is honestly very scared of him. Stitches goes out of his way to be creepy and the mutant gargoyle does not like that. Colmei keeps a sharp eye on Stitches at all times because he can tell the guy is not trustworthy at all, he does unfortunately mistake the two dullahans often though.

[the-bonkbarian]

might have totally forgotten about this blog and was super surprised to come back to so much activity 🥺💕

that being said, hello and thank you everyone for following me, whether you’re new or are also on my safer side-blog @controlcontour

a bit about me - my name is Percy, I’m 22 years old and live in Wyoming. I’m primarily going to be posting about hypnosis, though I’m looking to expand my horizons.

i’m a hypnosub. I’ve been a part of the community for about four years now. I love talking with anyone, ‘tists especially! My ask box and submissions are always open for inductions 😌

I’m also an artist! You can find my sfw art on @hooligans-and-hellions or @snapsdoodles, and some my “other” work on controlcontour (tagged above), though I intend to post some other art on this blog, so keep an eye out for that!

If you read through all of this, holy moly you’re amazing and you deserve something special!

here’s a spiral! Follow for more! ☺️

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1b nateo and 3c for perce!

Here they be

[undermattsun-archive]

Free my man tendou he ain’t do nothin 🗿

he’s a fucking delinquent ur honor

[when-we-drive-away-in-secret]

Things we all lowkey knew about Olaf but I didn't realise were confirmed by canon: he fucks

Evidence:

p.74 “There are many words for people like that…”

Scoundrel, rake, jerk, ruffian, monster, cad, villain, knave, bad guy, Nero, evildoer, rogue, rascal, heavy, Sir, transgressor, profligate, libertine, tyrant, Olaf, despot, sinner, incendiary, arsonist, savage, brute, barbarian, hellion, desperado, bully, rough, hooligan, Esmé, miscreant, scalawag, troublemaker, scamp, felon, ne’er-do-well, hood, Gorgon, ogre (or ogress), ghoul, culprit, offender, malefactor, recidivist, rat, conspirator, Quisling, emotional vandal, someone with serious emotional problems, etc.

Since, in the context of both the list and the general way Lemony talks about Olaf, I highly doubt he meant “freethinking” ...Olaf fucks. It’s canon. Do with this information what you will

[hooligans-and-hellions]

Working on redesigning Percy while keeping some of her original attributes

[obscuredeliights]

instagram: @mochizuki uploaded a new photo!

still nursing a hangover. thanks to all the hooligans, heathens, hellions, hedonists, heretics, and hoons who came out to trash my house. here’s to 32.

[kavi-fekim]

Tiny Devils

And other unaffectionate terms for Lucian’s child thieves

Army of child minions

Little hoard of devils

Sticky little brats

Hoard of miniature thieves 

Endless stream of hooligans

Tiny devils

Tiny terrors

Little thieves 

Little pets

Little hoard

Little urchins 

Lucian’s flock

Diminutive devils

Minion children

Terrorizing tikes

Army of hellions

Little leaches 

[mandareeboo]

If you don't mind me asking. Have you seen the new season of Carmen Sandiego Netflix?

I know I’m waaaay late on this and season 2 dropped fucking forever ago but I finally got off my butt and watched it and WHOO BOY I loved every dang minute of it!! I made a bullet point list for you but it kind of turned redundant so idk if ya’ll’ll get anything out of it but here she is!

Shadow-san and his brother’s backstory fucking wrecked me. The final scene where he’s bowed to the floor and his brother quietly leaves holy shit.

That said I legitimately cannot handle reading/writing the name “Shadow-san”. I just can’t. Mr. Shadow. Bitch. Pick a better name.

(Along the same lines: Paper Star-chan fucking killed me. I paused. It was bAD.)

Ivy and Zack continue to be 10/10 and I love them

Shadow-san constantly demanding to know why Carmen ‘hired’ a bunch of super-hyper millennials was great.

“Can I get this?” -Raised eyebrow- “Zack got ice cream and pizza.”

Shadow-san: I do not understand why I bother with you hooligans Zack: yew say that like you ain’t part of this family, bucko, but yer on the card.

The entire thing with Julia and Carmen at the fashion show was great. I will never be over it. Julia coming in like “Alright time to bust some crime” and Carmen effortlessly taking her sleepy-time gun, studying it, and handing it back before telling her her fashion is shit was amazing.

Julia is so smart and has such a great gut instinct and everyone holds her back or brushes it off except for Carmen and that episode rlly proved it- she readily handed her peeps over for Julia to lead and Julia fucking kicked ass.

Ivy honestly assuming Player lived “on the cloud” like he wasn’t a real ass person they have video calls with often was amazing I love these dumb children

The whole thing with widdle Black Sheep pestering Shadow-san to take her to Japan made my heart melt. You really do get the feeling that she looked up to him and tried to get him to pay attention to her the same way the other heads did, not realizing Shadow-san was caring for her in his own uptight way.

Ivy and Zack literally stumbling their way into one of the biggest worldwide conspiracies is just so… Them.

Carmen: I’mma make a quip about Boston. Ivy and Zack: SIDDOWN WE’RE HAVING A WHOLE ASS LECTURE 

Idk why it took me this long to realize that no one can really tell that Carmen’s talking to Player but it did. I always just read it as a Bluetooth earpiece situation, but it’s just a high-tech earring. Carmen doesn’t give a shit, obvi, but I can only imagine the looks she gets in public.

Ivy: we don’t have family. Carmen (screaming internally): UnDERstood.

I know that Carmen’s hair being so much longer just a few months after leaving VILE is just cartoon logic but I prefer the idea that she just wore a long ass wig until she got it to the length she’d always wanted but was too embarrassed to ask mom Coach Grunt for

La Chevre being 100% willing to just let Carmen walk out and never return and never telling anyone is such a really good small moment. 

Same with El Topo apologizing

Also Carmen trying not to fight Chevre and tossing a little floaty thing after him and Topo

Like you can really tell these people cared for each other for a long time, once

Shadow-san being a proud dad to his hellion adopted daughter is great

Carmen being lowkey salty for AGES about Shadow-san bringing up the possibility of a base is so damn petty I love it

“How does it feel to be wearin’ the coat?” “Pretty tight around the shoulders… but powerful.” Ivy and Zack stanning Carmen is so damn precious

THEY FUCKING STOLE??? A PATIENT???? AND AN AMBULANCE???? STOCKHOLM POLICE ARE HAVING AN ANYURISM RN

I don’t think we mention this often enough but on the rare occasions Carmen does get hurt it’s always so…. horrifying?? Like the times we see her falter aren’t from a kick to the face- it’s shit like cracking multiple ribs, it’s shit like being left in the tundra for hours until she literally needed hospital attention, it’s shit like being tied up and left with no way to get help on a train. The show doesn’t fuck around with its punches.

Carmen taking after her dad is so damn bittersweet

I love Chase but I’m terrified of what he’s gonna do with ACME power

Julia’s gonna end up a thief before this show is over and it’ll 100% be bc the dumbasses around her didn’t trust/listen to her in the first place

[pinkevilbobdoesthings]

I was talking about an idea I had for a widojest kid on the widojest server and went '...I'm writing this', so here it is in all of its no one asked for it glory. I call it “Picture it Soft”.

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It was all Una's fault. When the Lavorre children got in trouble, it was usually Una's fault. Though, it wasn't unusual for it to be Harley's fault either. Oskar occasionally would be the guilty party. If it involved ovens or pastries, Alby would deserve the blame. Lina was almost never the instigator of trouble, but she was only four and still had time to follow her siblings’ example. There were times where Mama was the one who got the mischief started, but that was part of her holy duty. But this time it was all Una's fault.

Alby should've known better than to listen to her. But it was boring at the Cobalt Soul. Everyone was old and busy, and all there was to do was wait for Mama and Papa to finish their important meeting. Sure, there was the library, but all the books there were meant for adults written by adults who didn't really want what they wrote to make sense. And the monks in the library would glare at them if they so much as fidgeted. So Una suggested that they play a game(technically Una was almost an adult, but she was the fun kind like Mama).

And now Alby and his siblings were in trouble and had scattered running in all directions trying to avoid monks and librarians. Alby could only hope that the confusion was enough for him to get away. Speed was not a skill of his. Neither was hiding, but he managed to find a door that was partially ajar and slipped into the room.

It was a bedroom, plain and boring. A simple bed sat in the middle of the room with sheet that hung down to the floor. Not paying attention to the rest of the room, Alby dove down under the bed. Or at least he had attempted to. Alby was proving to be the bulkiest of his siblings, which he never minded since he was also proving to be the strongest, but it did not help with squeezing under the bed. Lina, Oskar, and even Harley, who was two years older than Alby, could've easily slipped under there, and if she held her breath right, Una probably could've managed it too. But Alby couldn't even manage to get half way under the bed.

Something grabbed his shirtsleeve and tugged on it. Alby slid out from under the bed to see a half-elf staring at him. They were scrawny and nearly as short as Oskar, but they looked closer to Alby's age. Big, honey brown eyes shone out from behind scraggly, long, light brown hair. Their skin was a pale brown that made Alby think that they needed to go outside more.

At the same time, Alby could only imagine what the half-elf thought looking at him. Teiflings were common in his family, only Papa wasn’t one, but apparently they weren’t common in most places. He wasn’t tall, but he was big for his age in other ways and was told that some found him to be intimidating. Intimidating was not the look Alby was going for, but that didn’t stop him from getting a mohawk. The half-elf’s eyes kept flicking back and forth between his short horns that curled forward and the crooked spot near the end of his pale blue tail(he couldn’t remember how he got it since he was just a baby at the time, but apparently it involved why the game ‘Hide the Baby’ was banned in the Lavorre household).

The half-elf tugged on his sleeve, dragged him over to a wardrobe, and opened the door to it. Nodding, Alby climbed letting them close it behind him.

After a moment, Alby could hear someone enter the room. "Almethia," an older male voice said, "I hope you have been resting well. There's been a disturbance in the halls, so you'll want to make sure your door is locked." The speaker paused. "You haven't seen any hooligan tieflings running about have you?" Silence. "That's for the best. For all that their parents have done for us, those children are hellions. We wouldn’t want them bringing any harm to you."

Alby couldn't really argue against them being hellions, he and his siblings most certainly were, but they weren't bullies. He sulked until the half-elf opened the wardrobe's door and tugged on his shirtsleeve. Stumbling out of the wardrobe, Alby opened his mouth to thank them, but no words came out. His mouth did that sometimes, so instead, he brought his fingers to his chin and then bent his hand back towards the half-elf thanking them. The half-elf only stared for a long moment and nodded.

A silence hung between the two of them. Not a bad one, but a comfortable one. Alby had a feeling that the half-elf was like him and wasn't much of a talker. His siblings and even his parents would fill up the quiet with talk, but it was nice sharing the silence with someone. It was interrupted by a small rumbling sound.

"Are you hungwy?" Alby winced as soon as he said it. His long, snake-like tongue would trip and stumble over words. Even little Lina spoke clearer than him. He sometimes wondered if that was why his mouth would lock up and stay silent. "I meant hun-gry," he said purposefully enunciating the word.

The half-elf stared at him wide-eyed and scared.

"I sssay something wwong? Are you fasting?" Alby asked.

The half-elf shook their head. Their stomach grumbled again and they hunched down.

Alby crouched down alongside them trying to make himself smaller. "Do you want to eat? I'm hungwy too." Not quite true, but Alby was always ready to get bread. "We could go down to the kitchens."

Finally, the half-elf nodded.

Alby grinned. "Gweat. I'm Alby. Your name'sss Almethia, right?"

The half-elf shook their head mussing up their hair even more.

"Oh. You do have a name, wight?" A nod. "Okay. Do you know how to spell it?" Another nod. Alby sighed with relief. That was going to make things much easier. "I'll go through the alphabet and you'll let me know what letter'sss next in your name." He slowly went through the alphabet fingerspelling as he went through each one. The half-elf watched his hands carefully and stopped him on t, h, e, r, and u. "Okay, so your name starts with Deru, no, Theru."

The half-elf shook their head spelling out the first three letters before pausing and continuing with the next two.

"Your name ssstarts with The?"

They nodded.

"Oh." This half-elf was stranger than Alby had first imagined, but he didn't have much room to talk since his name was short for Albatross. He continued through the alphabet twice more and by then the half elf had picked up fingerspelling well enough to spell out their name. "The Wu-Runechild?" It sounded more like a title than a name, but they nodded. "Um, can I call you Runie?"

The Runechild nodded.

"Okay, Runie, let's go get something to eat."

Alby learned several things quickly about the Runechild. First was that they were not very fast, which made sneaking to the kitchens tricky. Second was that they were very good at hiding, which mostly made up for the first fact. Third, and most importantly though, was that the Runechild was afraid of nearly everything. At the slightest sound of anything, the Runechild would press their back against the wall, their eyes wide with fear.

“Wunie?” Alby asked. “Do you want to hold my hand? So we don’t get sepawated?”

The Runechild stared at him for a moment before nodding and taking his hand. Alby had snuck into the kitchens before with his siblings while their parents had meetings at the Cobalt Soul, but it felt different with the Runechild. They clung to his hand like it was a life preserver.

Finally, the two teens got to the kitchens. Getting there was the easy part, but slipping in for a couple of pastries usually wasn’t too hard. Though, usually Alby didn’t accidentally trip the moment he got to the doors. So at that point it wasn't a surprise that they got caught.

A monk cornered Alby and The Runechild quickly. Alby took a step forward putting himself between the monk and the Runechild. He opened his mouth to say something, but all his words dried up. A tremble filled his throat instead. It wasn't like Alby was clever with his words anyways. Not like Oskar, Harley, or Una. But he wanted to do or say something to defend the Runechild. So he just stood there blocking the Runechild from the monk's view.

"What are you doing here?" the monk demanded crossly.

"I," a small voice said behind Alby, "I wanted a snack. Alby was helping me get one."

The monk gasped. "Almethia? You shouldn't have left your room. You shouldn't have left your room. You know you could ask for something if you needed it."

Alby frowned at the monk. She should've realized that there was no way that the timid Runechild would ask for something. But the monk didn’t notice that the Runechild didn’t like that name either, so Alby shouldn’t have been surprised.

"Right," the Runechild said softly. Their voice was filled with uncertainty confirming Alby's suspicion. They were shaking in Alby's hand.

"But while you're here, you may get a snack. What did you want?"

The Runechild nodded. "Bread."

The monk nodded and went back into the kitchen and came back with a basket filled with bread and other goodies. "There you go. Now back to your room." She escorted the two of them back to the Runechild’s room. Alby had a feeling that she would’ve prefered sending him away, but the Runechild held on tightly to his hand.

It was quiet back in the Runechild’s room. The two of them talked, but it was all done with finger spelling and Alby showing the Runechild some of the signs he knew. Occasionally one of them would say something out loud, but it didn’t break their silence.

The door opened and the monk from earlier was there. “I believe that is yours.” She pointed at Alby with disdain.

“Ja, that’s one of ours,” Papa said. Mama stood behind him at the door.

Alby got up and the Runechild stood up behind him clutching his sleeve. “Hi,” the Runechild said softly.

A surprised expression crossed both Mama and Papa’s faces, but Mama recovered faster. “Oh hello. It’s nice to see you again. Did you have fun with Alby?”

“Mmhmm,” the Runechild said stepping out from behind Alby, but they still stuck close to him.

“We got bwead,” Alby said. He didn’t bother correcting himself in front of his parents. They never minded how his tongue got confused.

Papa smiled. “Good for you. Is it okay if we take Alby home?” he asked the Runechild.

The Runechild nodded and then brought their fingers to their chin and lowered them the same way Alby did when he thanked them.

“You’re welcome,” Mama said.

“Bye, Wunie,” Alby said. “Is it okay if I can back someday?”

The Runechild nodded enthusiastically.

Alby smiled.

Mama exchanged looks with Papa who just shook his head. “Well, we should be going, but we’ll be sure to bring Alby back soon,” Papa said.

The Runechild stared at Alby for a moment before squeezing his hand and darting back. “Bye,” they whispered.

“Bye!” Alby said again waving before joining his parents. The Runechild stared at him for a long time before waving back. It was going to be a strange friendship; Alby could already tell that, but he didn't mind.

[krkaine-art]

Inktober day eighteen

“The Raituran”

The abandoned-church phantom, the white hellion, the torn man. It has been known by many names but it’s modus operandi remains the same. It is known to haunt abandoned buildings of great importance. Perhaps a tall tale to deter hooligans from messing around with abandoned holy places. It’s said the raituran can only be summoned by intentionally destroying something in the building after it’s been abandoned for ten years or more. Usually it dosent allow itself to be seen and the smell of what’s been described as burning plastic is what most people have experienced. Those that have gotten close enough to it. It’s unknown what it wants or what it does to its victims. They merely disappear never to be seen again.

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zoz with 💀 plz

[mesria]

Headcanon time:

-Mesria speaks in Quebecois accent and it’s franglish, but with Gothic and Aeldari.

-Menethanil is British, with the dialect from London, but very thick and rough, like a hooligan. but has to deal with his history:

-ALL HELLIONS ARE JUST ADVANCED-SPACE ELF SOCCER HOOLIGANS ON BOARDS. PROVE ME WRONG.

-If you ever want to see how I picture Drukhari to sound like, and act, just watch some clips from the Jeremy Kyle show and you get the picture.

-And yes, Menethanil mask’s black eyeliner is indeed a reference to Alex’s from A Clockwork Orange. 

A troupe Master from Commoragh must always delve into a bit of Ultraviolence in his Saedaths to stop his never-ending thirst. It’s a horrible curse i’d say for a dark Athair pretending to be a princeling of the light.