#mural man headcannons

[glitching-desert-snake]

ok @redfish-blu and @venomroses I couldnt find my own post but I did find my notes I originally wrote so I'm copy pasting them here

Battery City Gentrification Headcannons

Ok lets pretend the fab four really are super famous lethal gunslinging rebels who rescued the desert's biggest secret and are always being pursued by Korse and Co.

In the city BLI wants people to not become like them so they have some stuff

Patty Perscription, Fun Girl, Snake Boy, and Jet Pack or some shit are the off brand toned down diluted version of the fab four that are used as oh man I really want to be a rebel Im going to spend alll this money to pretend to be a rebel by paying BLI oh Im so rebelious now look at me and my authentic merch and then they go take their company sactioned vacations in minimalist tiny houses out in zone one. There's uhh like fake little pop up tents with people selling stuff and they all have like custom spraypaint shirts on n shit. But if you want to sell there you have to be all registered n crap and only speak English and no consumables injectables or legitimate weaponry for maiming killing or altering prescriptions.

There's also the Static Panics: which are a group that also have merch but always seem just a bit more legit so you can go on your more rebellious than thou thing and infighting. They have creepy stuff like glossy well printed zines, 3d printed masks, identical "distressed" clothes, all of their songs sound exactly the same, extremely controled and staged media presence.

The zones and the lobby (abandoned subway tunnels where actual rebels and droid hang) should have percieta eyes kinds of murals*

*if you dont know what that is lmk ill elaborate

[godsofhumanity]

Any headcannons for Saga (The Goddess who is one of Odin and Frigg's best friends who Odin would have days long conversations with, not the Icelandic epic stories) and also that one mural mentioned in the Icelandic sagas of Odin being the bottom to a man, mainly Frigg's feelings on the matter?

honestly i'd never heard of her till this ask, but here's what i got for her ((i'm not sure what the 2nd part of your ask is referring to though so i haven't addressed it. i.e., the mural thing))

current holder of the title: Asgard's fiercest mead drinker... no one can out-drink her.

no, but really, some people suspect that Saga is another identity for Frigg... as usual, i prefer to think of her as her own person.

i sort of like the idea that she's a bit mysterious, and amongst the younger generation, no one really knows who she is or where she came from. Odin knows but he never says.

i don't think she's a daughter or a lover of Odin, i think she's just a friend... and like you said, she's a friend of Frigg's too.

being friend of both Odin and Frigg, i hc that she's some of sort wise woman... she offers a lot of advice and counsel for both of them.

so her place at Sökkvabekkr is a very calm, gentle place for people to clear their minds, etc. with endless mead of course.

another hc i have is that she's an old woman... i've seen an old drawing of her on her wikipedia page where she looks young, but i personally think she looks more like she's 60 or 70, and she's incredibly witty and sassy hee hee.

i think she, Odin and Frigg have really good banter.

the younger gods like to visit her to challenge her to drinking competitions.. especially Thor. and they always lose, but she loves their company :)

[erigold13261]

What do the NSR Megastars think of the Mural Man?

Depends on which headcannon you go with.

If we go with the retired CEO then I can see the other NSRtists barely knowing about him except that he used to run NSR. They would have basically no connection to him other than Eve who would know him as someone who Tatiana sometimes hangs out with. Eve would have no real feelings to him other than he needs some more color in his wardrobe.

If we go with my headcannon that he controls the Festival Plaza, then it would go like this:

-DJSS: Couldn't care less about him. He barely comes to NSR meetings and isn't worth DJ's time. DJ might even look down on him a bit because Mural Man is a charter who doesn't make music (as far as DJ knows). However, if something does go wrong in Cast Tech and DJ needs an immediate response, they usually go to Mural Man instead of Tatiana because the distance between Festival Plaza and Cast Tech is much smaller than the distance between Cast Tech and NSR Tower.

-Sayu: Sayu and crew actually think he's pretty cool because he will let them infodump him and even talks with them about the ocean and the creatures in it. He probably gives tips to them about how to make cool water effects in their animations/drawings without making the effects too distracting. Mural Man really just tries to make sure these kids are on the right track and will do what he can to help them out or give advice when needed.

-Yinu and Mama: Yinu honestly forgets he exists at times because he isn't very present in her life. She doesn't mind him though, especially when he lets her wear his hat. Mama and him are actually old friends because he was a friend of her husband. She doesn't like to hang out with him anymore though because he reminds her too much of happier times. He understands and keeps his distance but wishes she will reach out again one day.

-Neon J and 1010: As Mural Man helps out running all of Vinyl City from the Festival Plaza, Neon J actually has a lot of respect for him. The two of them work together a lot of the time to make sure everything is going smoothly for the whole city, even though Neon is supposed to only care about Metro Division. Rin doesn't mind him. They haven't had many interaction other than a few meetings it's sat in with Neon J and Mural Man and even a few between Mural Man and Tatiana. Purl-hew is mostly indifferent, if a little negative to Mural Man. They aren't very keen on talking to someone they don't know or have to interact with, so there is no real relation between the two. Zimelu loves making fun of Purl and saying they stole their glasses/style from Mural Man which annoys Purl to no end. She does like to talk with him sometimes to learn more about what he does, but she is more interested in his stories than him as a potential friend. Haym is similar to Zimelu where he will talk with him for stories and to generally annoy him. Mural Man is very calm and really hard to upset, so Haym has made it his mission to see Mural Man annoyed or upset or even for him to raise his voice. Mural Man has fun keeping his cool and seeing Haym get upset. The two could be considered friends. Eloni is really too shy to go out of their way and talk with Mural Man whenever he is around. Eloni actually has never said a word to Mural Man, not even signed anything to him. Mural Man keeps his distance because he can tell Eloni isn't very talkative and doesn't want to upset her.

-Eve: She has a professional relationship with him. Out of all the NSRtists she is the one to talk with him the most since she is Tatiana's right hand woman. Eve, Tatiana and Mural Man have meetings about the organization of the city as a whole and then Eve and Tatiana will converse with each other and relay what they want to the other NSRtists in their monthly meetings. Eve still thinks that Mural Man can use more color in his life and offers to make him some clothes but he always declines.

-Tatiana: The two are professional colleagues during work and bar buddies afterwards. They will go out for some drinks every now and then. Both have a lot of respect for each other and how they both run the city, Tatiana as the main leader and Mural Man taking care of all the hidden intricacies that Tatiana is too busy for. They trust each other very much, so much that if Tatiana ever needs to step away from work for any reason, she puts Mural Man in charge while Eve is a figurehead until she can come back to work.

[cahmilo]

Hii! You asked for request and luckily I've been in a requesty mood recently!

Ok so, I had this cute idea for a Camilo x Reader where the reader likes to draw a lot & is rlly good at it and Camilo finds it like rlly cool and so they teach him how to draw better

I just thought this idea was suepr cute! The reader would preferably be fem but you can also do gender neutral if u want! This could be headcannons or a oneshot or whatever you like really :D

Camilo with an S/O who is a Talented Artist

pairing: camilo madrigal x reader

tags: headcannons, fluff

@ ask: this is so cute! thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoyed it as much as i did >< i draw a lot too so it means so much to me to write this aa

You always had a knack for art, and everyone else can see it. You are a traditional artist, most especially known for the Madrigal family mural in the village as a tribute to their deeds in the community. Your skills are immaculate, and everyone falls in love with your sketches and work. 

However, a particular Madrigal found himself the luckiest man in the world when you said yes to his confession. Camilo Madrigal, the town’s sunshine and joy was even more brighter than the skies above the day when you became his other half, his soulmate, his significant other, and his life. 

You and Camilo had the cutest relationship everyone else asked for. Both of your dynamics fit well together

You were the creator of 2d beauty while he appreciated and admired every inch of what your canvas could create

Even a simple doodle of a chameleon makes him tear up from how beautiful it is

Sometimes you think he’s overreacting, but he proves you wrong.

His room is FILLED with your drawings. A separate wall in his room was what he called the “Y/N Board”. It was a thing you both made out of scratch. A wall filled with pins and tapes of your random doodles to help inspire the both of you 

He was your biggest fan and you absolutely loved him most for that. He gave you confidence and you gave him happiness

You were in his room, casually sketching a portrait of Antonio’s jaguar in the rainforest. You were sitting in his bed, knees propped up to support your sketchbook while you were leaning back on the chest of your boyfriend. His arms were around your waist and his face was buried in the crook of your neck. He wasn’t moving so you assumed he was dozed off.

Suddenly, you felt something tickling on the side of your neck, giving you shivers. Turns out it was Camilo’s fluffy curls that lightly ticked your neck when he stirred awake. He took a look at your now 80% finished drawing and he audibly gasped. 

“Woah! Now that is realistic!” He hugged you tighter, eyes still focused on your drawing. 

You looked at the side of your shoulder, giving him a kiss on his head. “Good morning, my koala. How was your nap?” 

“I didn’t mean to sleep. I wanted to watch you keep drawing.” His voice sounded soft, sulky and lazy where you can tell he was pouting.

You shuffled your position off of him so that you sat beside him. Giving him your pencil, you said. 

“Here, wanna finish coloring the spots?” 

“No, what if I ruin your drawing?!” 

You laughed and pinched his cheeks. “You won’t, amor. Come on, I’ll guide you.” You placed your hand on top of his hand that was grasping your pencil. 

“Start with light shading, and slowly put more pressure when you want it darker.” 

That was most of your dates, to be honest. It was a perfect break for Camilo

He didn’t mind spending the times drawing with you. Every time he feels drained from all the daily chores, sitting down and cuddling with you while drawing was his escape and refuge

You were like his charging station, keeping him calm and collected before he goes out again draining his social battery tending to children and babysitting

And for you, he was your best supporter. There was never a moment where his eyes didn’t sparkle when it landed on your art. Though sometimes you wished he would give actual constructive criticism, but its cute when he tries to.

You got him interested in drawing. He’s not that bad, but he’s also not skilled at your level. You saw this opportunity to teach him how to draw

Sometimes he gets shy but you never fail to reassure him and give him advice on how to draw better

“Is that your entry for the art contest!? You’re guaranteed first place!” He was jumping all around your room, excited for the competition while you were slightly nervous as you continue painting in your canvas.

“Yeah, but I’m not yet done.” You sulked, sadness evident in your tone. He stopped bouncing on your bed and gave you a backhug while he rests his chin on your head. 

“Whether you finish early or not, your details are already amazing so I’m confident you will still win!” He squished both of your cheeks.

A light bulb ticked on your head. Standing up, you faced him and put your hand on his shoulders.

“Mi vida, what if you join the competition with me? I can coach you!” 

It took a lot of begging and puppy eyes but Camilo finally agreed to join the art competition 

He was a nervous wreck, but you were there to reassure and teach him all he needed to do

He was even more nervous because he never showed anything art-sy to everyone else. He only doodled for you and the last time he drew for his family, he got a lot of teasing for it.

This only made you excited though, you know he is gonna impress a lot of people once they find out how much Camilo has improved, thanks to you

After grabbing your spare canvas, both of your easels stood beside each other while you both created your artworks for the contest

“You’re doing impressionism?” Your eyes widened at his outline sketch. “And on Casita too?! That’s amazing Milo!” 

He gave you a warm smile. “Yeah. but what if turns out bad?” 

Giving him a big bear hug, you dug your face in his chest. “It won’t, trust me! You gave me confidence all the time, now its my turn to give you yours!”

A day left before the final submissions and both of you were amazed at each other’s work

Camilo improved by a lot, and I mean, a lot! Not only was he confident, but he was also expressive and it reflected in his artwork. Yellows dominated the image and his first official signature was placed in the lower left of the canvas

You were all over the place happy for your boyfriend and he was shy about it. 

Camilo wasn’t used to this, it used to be the other way around

Needless to say, your sunflower portrait and his Casita landscape is definitely one of the best outputs both of you had made. And deep down, you were confident that two of you would walk home with an award. 

“And for the first place, between Entry #3: Sunflower Portrait and Entry #7, Village Beauty, we have...” The announcer said out loud to the stage. It was funny, because he was also the Church Priest who had a knack for MC-ing in the side.

“And the first place is....”

drumrolls....

“Entry #3 takes the trophy! Sunflower portrait by Y/N L/N! Come up to the stage!”

You screamed, jumping all over the place. Camilo immediately rushed to your arms and spun you around while lifting you by the waist, “MI AMOR! CONGRATULATIONSS!” He peppered kisses all over your face before letting you free to receive your award.

As you stand on the edge of the stage, you glanced at the crowd. The Madrigal family was there, cheering for you. You were truly happy. Your passion and talent has what made you special and you were more than ecstatic when everyone else appreciates it. 

But, it wasn’t the end of the story. 

“And for the last award, the fourth place!” You grinned, seeing the audience waiting.

“The last place, and the cut-off of participants who would move on to compete in the grand finals is-” 

drumroll....

Ohhhhh this is gonna be good.

“Entry #12: Sunlight in the Casita by Camilo Madrigal!” 

You were full on screaming and jumping all around the stage. No one expected this twist, but were very impressed at the sight of his art. Camilo, who was still stunned, stood back frozen. You immediately went down the stage to grab his hand, intertwining it with yours as you led him back to the spotlight. 

After getting his award, you wouldn’t stop squealing over the excitement, and neither can he

His family was more than proud of him. Even Isabella who once thought his self-portrait was a frog 

Needless to say once again, but you were so proud of him that you initiated PDA on stage and he blushed

“I told you you can do it!!! Look at you!!” “Milo! You’re moving to finals! You’re so cool!”

As soon as you both exited the stage, Pepa ran fast to her son, showering him in admiration. You giggled at the sight and followed Felix who initiated a group hug

Now back home in your, you changed your clothes and settled in your pajamas, catching up to Camilo who was fiddling with his newly-earned medal while laying down in your bed. 

Catching up too him, you crawled in his arms while giving him another bear hug. 

“I’m proud of you, amor. Who knew you had a hidden Da Vinci right here?” You grabbed his hands and fiddled with it.

“And I’m thankful for you helping me work on it. Even I didn’t expect all this.” He mumbled.

Raking his fluffy hair, you said to him,

taglist: @thegirlwiththebangs @mirabelleza @carcat-02 @brushofease @camilos-luna ++ join here

“Expect more mi amor, because like how you motivated me to keep drawing every day, I’m gonna do the same with you.” And with that, you both dozed off in each other’s loving embrace. 

[freckled-frog]

I headcannon that after the snap, residents of Queens noticed that Spider-Man stopped swinging around and realized that he got snapped away. They would then make murals and shrines and do things to commemorate their beloved hero.

Let’s just say, Tony really hated visiting Queens.

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

could you please do headcannons for what you think the boys would be like in 2021?

So, the pandemic also hit them pretty hard. Not because they couldn't make any money, but mainly because they couldn't hunt due to people social distancing and rules stating you couldn't be out after eight or nine at night.

So, for vampires - pretty difficult time. So, they hypnotised some folks to get them some bloodbags for the time being, so they could survive.

As everyone else, being stuck at home have them loads of time - which they already had, but now they used it for something else than just "sleep all day, party all night"

So, let's begin with Star. She picked up on so many hobbies. Making jewellery, making art, doing everyone's hair, painting the walls, redecorating her nook every couple of weeks, finally teaching herself to truly make her own clothes - making candles and soaps, she has done it all. And loved it all.

Style wise I dont think she changed all to much, just turned a bit more modern. I think she might have been into Yoga or Zumba for a while, and is still very much into mindfulness and practiced it quite often.

David read a lot, I think, and spent loads of time carving out a room for himself. Staying at home 24/7 made him realise that he needed some time away from his brothers because honestly, Paul and Marko can get a bit much sometimes. I also think he'd installed both WiFi and cable in the cave, so they all could watch movies and series together.

Stylewise the only new thing are new boots. The rest 100% the same as in the eighties. He just lost the mullet, although he's still not sure whether or not he likes his new look or not.

Paul has been - arguably - the most productive or the most annoying during lock-down. Since he couldn't go to concerts any more, he decided he'd pick up playing guitar again. Guitar wasn't enough however. He found an old piano, made a drumkit from some old barrels and had the greatest moment of joy when he found a triangle in someone's donations box. He has been trying to create a one-man-band, where he'd be playing every single instrument at the same time. Needless to say, the noise annoyed everyone.

Style wise I think he would be very much into the style from bands like Greta van Fleet, so not too different but enough to notice an actual style change.

Marko has definitely redone the Jim Morrison mural, and made several more with their other favourite artists. Since there was a big fight about who should be on the wall, Marko decided to just make it like a huge picture, having everyone on it in some sort of pose, to please every inhabitant of the cave. Also - he's become a grandparent. His pigeons had little baby pigeons, which he'd been happily taking care off.

Style wise I don't think he'd ever throw away his jacket. I think he just started with a new one. So, he has a new jacket with less patches than the original. The rest style wise is pretty much punk. He no longer had a mullet, instead he colours his hair (or parts of it) in any colour you could imagine.

Dwayne finally had the time to read all of his "to be read" books. Beside that I think he's the one that would actually wake up early and take a walk at sunset, so he could escape the cave for a little while. He'd bingewatch a lot of series, movies and documentaries. And you can tell me whatever you want, but he's the kind of person to do puzzles during lockdown.

Style wise he is pretty much a darker version of My Chemical Romance's Danger Days era? That style combined with his from the eighties is him now, I guess.

Laddie wasn't the biggest fan of lock doen at first - I mean, the poor kid has only been a full vampire for 20 years and he is not ready to be stuck inside. When he realises he could bribe any of the boys into buying him several game computers if he promised not to annoy them, he thankfully abused his new found power. A PlayStation and a Nintendo were his greatest joy during the pandemic.

Style wise he's a mixture of all the boys, I guess. They raised him after all.

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Under Silken Skies [Spencer Reid x fem! Reader]

A/N - just an angsty little oneshot I needed to get out of my head. Fufills my Break Up Square on my CM Bingo Card for @cmbingo​ . My permanent Tag List is open. Find my CM Bingo Masterlist Here. Find my full masterlist here.

My request are also Open for prompts/reqs/headcannons/aesthetics or just to say hi.

CW - major character death and lots of angst. Very vague mentions of smut and virgin! Spencer, vague mentions of Maeve and what happens to Spencer in the S15 finale (if it had ended differently). This does not have a happy ending.

WC: 4K

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He was eleven and you were thirteen. You didn’t know his name, only he was smart and awkward and got teased because of those things.

You found him tied to a flagpole as you’d left detention one night on your way across the soccer field. He was naked aside from his underwear and blindfolded. 

He cried as you untied him, his skin like ice. You insisted you were there to help, whether he believed you or not you weren’t sure. 

You stripped off your oversized jumper and slipped it over his head, helping him guide his arms in the holes. He didn’t thank you. He didn’t ask why. He just wrapped himself in the warmth.

He told you his name was Spencer. Spencer Reid and he’d been tricked by a girl and stripped of his clothes and tied to the flagpole. 

He’d been there hours before you found him. 

You sat together on the dewy grass, no more than a handful of words passed between you. He asked why you’d helped, why you’d stayed but you’d simply shrugged. 

Maybe you’d felt bad for him or maybe you’d felt drawn to him. You knew all about school bullies. 

He seemed so small and unsure of himself, as though the mere act of sitting with you was cause for panic. 

He didn’t make eye contact. You saw him glance in your direction a few times when you weren’t looking. 

He was so fragile you didn’t understand how anyone could do that to such an innocent creature. He just wanted to fit in, isn’t that all we really wanted? 

He couldn’t help being smart. 

There was a sadness about him that went further than what the bullies had done today. You could tell it was the kind of air that followed him around, a permanent dark cloud. 

It hurt you to know someone so young could carry so much pain. It didn’t seem fair that at his tender age he already seemed defeated by the world that surely had so much more to throw at him. 

What if he wasn’t strong enough to cope with the terrors of the world? You hoped maybe these formative years would make him stronger against what was to come. Maybe it was helping to build up those walls early, making him stronger for the horrors he would no doubt have to face later in life.

You weren’t sure, but one thing you were sure of was Spencer Reid had sad, sad eyes. You could tell he needed a friend and maybe you could be it. Maybe you could protect him.

So for now the two of you sat side by side on the soccer field, under the moonlit silken sky.

***

He was twelve and you fourteen and he was finally getting out of the hell hole that was high school. 

It was his graduation day and his gown drowned his small frame and his cap was too big for his head and kept falling to the side.

You straightened it for him again and gave him a soft smile. 

He was going to CalTech in the fall and you were so proud of him, but gosh were you going to miss him. 

It had only been little over a year since the night on the soccer field but the two of you had become friends. He helped you with your homework and you kept the bullies away from him. 

You’d become his protector, he looked up to you and although he would never tell anyone this, he had a crush on you. A big one. 

He was excited about CalTech but he was sad to leave you. 

There were a lot of mixed emotions in the air. You’d stay in touch and he’d come back and visit but it wouldn’t be the same.

Who was going to keep him safe at college? Who was going to keep an eye on him? What happened if the bullies at CalTech were even worse and you were hundreds of miles away not being able to do anything about it?

He’d told you not to worry about him, that he’d be fine but it was hard not to. He was still so tiny and fragile, like a baby bird and if truth be told you were scared for him. 

“I’m proud of you Crash.” You straightened his tie. 

He rolled his eyes under his thick glasses. One time you’d heard his mom call him that and you hadn’t stopped calling him it since. 

“Thanks Y/N.” He smiled but it was a sad smile. 

You placed your hands gently on his shoulders, knowing what he was thinking. You’d gotten really good at reading his mind.

“Me too.” You whispered. You leant close and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

His face turned crimson and he chewed his lip. His cheek felt like it was on fire where your lips had touched him. 

“Come on Crash, it’s time.” You slid your hand in his and started leading him towards the stage he was going to walk over and accept his diploma. 

Within a matter of weeks he would be gone and you’d be alone again just as you had been before you’d met him. 

So for now the two of you walked hand in hard across towards the stage, under the sun soaked silken sky.

***

Spencer was sixteen and you were eighteen and you’d just witnessed his second graduation; this time from CalTech. 

The gown fit him a lot better this time than it had at his high school graduation. Over the last year or so he had sprung up in height, now towering over you. He had grown up a lot over the last few years. He was slowly becoming a man. 

“Look at you.” You nudged him in the arm. “So grown up.”

“Shut up.” He batted you away with a shy smile. “I wouldn’t have asked you to come here if I knew all you were going to do was embarrass me.”

“Sorry Crash.” you smirked. “I am so, so proud of you kid.” 

You gently tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear. His cheeks burned in embarrassment. 

He was coming back to Vegas and you would have been thrilled if it wasn’t for the fact in a few months you were going off to college yourself. 

It seemed unfair life had brought you together only to tear you apart over and over again. There seemed like there was never a right time for the two of you. 

“You ready?” you asked him softly, trying not to focus on the thought of being torn away from him again. 

“Almost.” he nodded, taking a few deep breaths.

You assumed he was trying to calm his nerves before taking to the stage for his graduation ceremony but it wasn’t that. 

His hands were shaking when he came close to you and placed them on your hips.

“What are you doing?” you tilted your head at him in confusion.

Before Spencer could change his mind about his next move he closed his eyes and moved in close to you. His lips were so soft as they pressed against yours, barely ghosting your lips. You could have been convinced it hadn’t even happened. 

He chewed his lip bashfully when he pulled back, looking at the floor.

“Sorry.” he whispered. “I uhm...lets go.” 

He walked past you, leaving you staring in his wake.

Had that really just happened? 

You brushed your fingers against your lips in disbelief. But your lips were tingling, it had definitely happened. 

Eventually you followed him in confusion but there was no time to ask him about it. Hopefully you’d get a chance to later.

So for now you walked behind him, watching him adjust his cap, under the Californian silken sky.

***

Spencer was now eighteen and you were twenty, in your final year at Georgetown. 

Spencer now had a doctorate in mathematics and was working towards one in chemistry. He kept talking about doing another doctorate in engineering when he was through.  

He had grown even more so and was really starting to grow into his looks. He’d always been cute, but recently when you looked at him you saw a handsome man looking back at you. 

Hanging out in your dorm that night it was hard to say how it started. One minute you’d been engrossed in a movie, your head on Spencer’s shoulder and the next you lips were pressed together, his tongue exploring your mouth. 

He hadn’t kissed you again since his CalTech graduation and you didn’t know where this had come from now. But you did know you’d been thinking more inappropriate thoughts about your friend as of late and they were seemingly materialising in front of your eyes. 

Spencer was a virgin, you were not. In that moment you wished he could have been your first time. 

It was slow and gentle and Spencer was a bag of nerves the whole time. He groped at your body with seemingly no purpose other than to feel every part of you. 

He didn’t last long, the feeling of being inside of you was too intense, too sensational. But it was nice. It felt right. It felt like home.

Afterwards he held you in his arms in your small single bed too nervous to look you in the eye. You stroked circles on his bare chest feeling the most content you’d felt in a long time. 

You both stared up at the ceiling which you’d painted midnight blue and was peppered with glow in the dark stars. 

“Spence?” You whispered softly.

“Yes Y/N?”

“You know I love you, don’t you?”

He exhaled and pulled you into him closer.

“I know.” He kissed the top of your head. “And I love you.”

You didn’t know what would happen tomorrow. You didn’t know if this was a one time thing or if this meant you were together now. You suppose it didn’t much matter right now. The only thing that mattered right now was Spencer holding you in his arms.

So for now you laid there together on your dorm room bed, under a mural of the silken sky.

***

He was twenty two and you were twenty four, and he’d just been offered a job at the FBI. 

In Quantico, Virginia.

You were sure you’d spent your whole relationship out of state from one another. The past three years Spencer had been away while he worked on a second BA and then his third doctorate. 

Since leaving college you’d stayed put in Vegas, getting a job as a curator at a local art gallery. 

You saw Spencer when you could but it never seemed to be enough. At least not for you. 

And then he’d dropped the bombshell about his job offer and told you he was moving to the other side of the country. 

It had been hard enough over the years to maintain your relationship but you were sure this would be the death of you. And so you’d told Spencer it was time the two of you went your separate ways.

He’d tried to argue that you could make it work but you weren’t willing to find out. The four years you’d gotten had been amazing but all good things had to come to an end.

And maybe you and Spencer had never been destined. It had always been just a little too difficult. You’d finally thought once you were in the same state it would be easier, but he was leaving again. 

It was hard but he supposed he understood. He would miss you with every fibre of his being but this job was too good for him to pass up.

You told him if you were meant to be, you’d find your way back to each other one day, although you weren’t sure you believed that. 

You sat on the swing set in the desolate park together, hands entwined together as you swung back and forth on your separate swings. 

He was leaving tomorrow. He was packed, his flight was booked and he had an apartment to go to in DC. 

He was leaving and you were staying and it broke your heart. 

“I’m gonna miss you Crash.” You squeezed his hand.

“I’m going to miss you too Y/N.” 

It felt like the end of an era but an era that had never really had a chance to begin.

He was supposed to be your one true love, your greatest love story. But this story didn’t get a happy ending.

You swung back and forth into the night, just revelling in being with him one last time. You couldn’t think about tomorrow. Tomorrow was a world away.

So for now you swung, hand in hand, under the midnight silken sky.

***

You were twenty nine and you loved him, you really loved him.

He had turned your whole world upside down and made you feel things you’d never thought you’d feel again.

You loved him, you really did.

But he wasn’t Spencer Reid. 

Maybe you’d gotten lucky and got to have two great loves of your life. Your life with Spencer was over long ago, it was only fair you were allowed to move on.

You wondered what twenty seven year old Spencer was doing with his life. Was he still at the BAU? Did he get a fourth doctorate? Was he happy?

God you hoped he was happy.

It was a small ceremony in front of your closest friends and family. No frills, no fuss. Just you and him being joined in matrimony. 

He was a good guy, a nice guy; he treated you right and he loved you. At the end of the day, that’s all that mattered right?

So you didn’t get butterflies in your stomach when he kissed you. Maybe you didn’t go weak at the knees when he looked at you or felt like you were coming home when you made love. And so what if you’d felt all those things with Spencer? That didn’t matter, did it? It didn’t mean you didn’t love your new husband.

It was just a different kind of love. You weren’t in your teens falling in love for the first time. This was the kind of love you had when you grew up and got older. It didn’t mean it meant any less; that he meant any less to you.

He led you outside by your hand as your friends and family showered you in confetti. He turned and smiled at you brightly. He looked the happiest you’d ever seen him, you didn’t know if you could match his happiness. 

You smiled back at him, probably not quite meeting his enthusiasm but if he noticed he didn’t say as much. It was only now that you looked down at the ring around your finger did it suddenly feel like a noose. You couldn’t allow yourself to think about how wrong it suddenly felt.

So for now you allowed your new husband to kiss you, under the Vegas Springtime silken sky.

***

He was thirty one and she was thirty. Her voice was like honey and he yearned to be able to hold her in his arms.

Her name was Maeve Donnovan and she had a stalker which was preventing them from meeting.

It was the first time Spencer had felt anything akin to love since you. He was sure he would never love again, you were the only person that could take that place in his heart.

And then had started having headaches and sought out the help of a geneticist and he started falling in love with her. For the first time in years you weren’t the first thing on his mind when he woke up in the morning. He didn’t spend all his waking hours pining over you. 

Maeve was slowly but surely replacing you in his heart. And Spencer really needed that. He needed you finally gone from his mind. 

“I think the stalker’s gone Spencer.” she’d told him that Sunday on the phone. 

A huge weight had been lifted from her voice, he could hear the smile in it down the payphone. He couldn’t help but smile in return.

“Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure yeah.” she was smiling brightly. He knew she would have a beautiful smile. 

“That’s great Maeve.” he smiled, gripping the phone in hands. 

Did that mean what he thought it meant? Could they finally meet now? Have a normal relationship?

“I want to meet.” her words were rushed as though she weren’t sure she should be saying them. But he caught them.

She wanted to meet. She wanted to meet him. 

He didn’t care what she looked like because she was already the most beautiful woman in the world to him. But what if she didn’t like him? What if he was too nerdy, what if his hair was too long and messy? What if she took one look at him and turned and ran?

He swallowed those nerves, trying to push them aside for another day. 

So for now he smiled shakily down the phone, under the blustery DC silken sky.

***

You were forty and recently divorced. You knew on your wedding day it would end this way.

You loved your husband but you would never love him the way you loved Spencer. You managed ten years before you’d called it quits. He’d always known your heart didn’t fully belong to him.

You missed Spencer everyday and it was so unfair how he could still take up so much of your mind. It was a cruel world you supposed. Maybe you just weren’t supposed to be happy.

You’d had your happiness and it had been short lived. But you were thankful for the brief happiness you had been given. It was more than some people got you supposed.

He was thirty eight and home visiting his mother. He didn’t work full time at the BAU anymore since his reinstatement after he was incarcerated and lectured at Georgetown part time. It allowed him more free time to fly out to Vegas to see his mom.

Lecturing at Georgetown brought back so many memories for him. Georgetown was the place he had lost his virginity, the place he’d told you he loved you for the first time. Georgetown held so many pleasant memories for Spencer but they were all bittersweet.

After spending some time grieving Maeve after she died, his mind landed right back on you. It seemed he was always pining over someone. It wasn’t fair. 

He was getting coffee on his way back to the hotel he was staying in when a familiar face materialised in front of him.

You weren’t there one moment and then suddenly you were, as though you had just appeared out of thin air. 

You held your own coffee cup in your hand, your eyes wide and jaw slack. He watched you swallow a lump in your throat.

“Hi Crash.” you couldn’t help his old nickname tumble out from between your lips.

“Hi Y/N.” his voice croaked, still trying to comprehend how you could so suddenly be here in front of him after all these years of absence.

He felt like that twenty two year old swinging with you side by side in the park counting down the hours until he left you. 

He felt like the sixteen year old young man who was falling hopelessly in love with you.

He felt like the eleven year old boy utterly grateful for you untying him from the flagpole. 

“It’s been a long time.” you spoke, your mouth dry.

“A really long time.” he agreed with a stiff nod. 

“Uhm...do you want to...coffee?” you ignored the fact you both had coffees in your hand. 

“O-ok.” he nodded stiffly again.

After all these years you had so much to say to each other but no words would come out. 

So for now you walked in silence down the Vegas street, under the cloud coated silken sky.

***

He was thirty nine years old when the explosion occurred. He’d thought it was just a concussion and didn’t pay it much mind. 

You were forty one years old when you received the phone call from Penelope Garcia to inform you that Spencer was in the hospital.

They called it intracranial bleeding, his brain was swelling, bleeding; shutting down. They’d told you there was nothing they could do.

How cruel this life had been to you. It had stolen Spencer away from you when your relationship barely had a chance to blossom. It had brought him back into your life, for the two of you to fall back in love with each other only to have one final year together.

It had been the greatest year of your life and you had to try and focus on that as David Rossi read his eulogy. 

He spoke all about Spencer’s life, the life you’d barely gotten to be a part of. Hearing it second hand and not from Spencer’s lips was tragic enough in itself. 

You didn’t really feel as though you belonged here. You didn’t know him the way his team members knew him. You felt like a stranger in this place now. 

You’d jumped at moving to DC when you and Spencer reunited because there was no way you were making the same mistake twice and letting him get away again. But now DC seemed like a suddenly very lonely place. 

As the brilliant man you knew and loved was being lowered into the ground, his final resting place, the heavens opened. The rain cascaded down from the sky and you couldn’t help but think how apt it was on this already bleak day. 

Garcia came to you at his graveside when the ceremony was over. The rain disguised your tears. She nudged you with her shoulder, her own tears falling.

“The world is going to be a very different place without boy genius in it.” she sobbed as she spoke.

“You’re telling me.” you chewed your lip, your eyes locked on his headstone as you spoke. 

“He loved you know? He always loved you.”

You nodded statically not looking at the other woman. You knew he loved you, that much you were sure of. You only wished you had more time. 

Maybe if you’d know what life had in store you would have come with him to DC all those years ago. Had you known you didn’t have all the time in the world, that your love only had a finite number of days you might have been more inclined to cling to them.

That was hindsight though you supposed and dwelling on it didn’t change the past. What was done was done. You didn’t go to DC with him, you stayed in Vegas. You spent years pining over him only to have the universe throw you back together again. 

And then he’d been snatched from you once more in the most horrific way. And now it was over for good.

“Come on Y/N, you’ll catch a cold if you stay out here.” Garcia placed a gentle arm on your shoulder.

“I’ll be right there.” you told her, still not looking away from where the love of your life was buried beneath the dirt.

You heard her leave as more tears started to fall from your eyes. Your knees gave out and you fell to the grass in the rain. 

You sobbed into your hands, cursing life for being so unyielding. But there was nothing you could do about it. The wheels had been set into motion long before you and Spencer had even met. This was always the way things were going to end up. Fate was a cruel mistress. 

And so you knelt in the dirt sobbing next to the grave of the love of your life, under the grey, weeping silken sky.  

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[frostfireft]

Can you do headcannons for Natsu, Lucy, Erza, and Gray in a poly relationship?

I hope this is to your liking, and if you want more just drop another ask UwU

-Natsu’s house is out in the woods away from everyone elses, so that’s wher ethey all eventually end up living. He build it an downs the land, so there’s no rent for them, and there’s plenty of space for all their things. 

-Natsu loves to garden and he grows a lot of his own food. Over time, he’s slowly taught Erza, Lucy, and Gray how to help certain things grow, and now it��s a fun destress activity for them all. 

-Gray Isn’t allowed in the kitchen. Ever. He has blown it up so many times it’s not funny and the man could burn water. The most he’s allowed to do is make drinks, be it alcoholic, tea, hot cocao, or coffee, That’s it though. 

-Lucy, while not as much of a disaster as Gray, still grew up in a house full of servents. She can make cup ramen and she does okay with things that have instructions. 

-Erza can bake, but outside of that she tends to burn things, but Mira and natsu are helping her learn. 

-All of that means the cooking is usually left to Natsu, who doesn’t mind. Due to growing up with Igneel, he knows how to forrage for all sorts of things, and what to use and to stay away from, so no matter if they’re at home or out in the woods on a mission, whatever he hunts and cooks end up tasting fantastic.

-There’s a room in the house that’s refered to as “the nest.” the whole floor is matress and it’s filled to the brim with blankets, stuffed animals, pillows, and anything soft. They all sleep in there more often than not, and if the dragon slayers are over that’s where they all platonically cuddle. 

-Speaking of, Dravic society is very touch heavy because dragons rely on touch to help release dopamine and serotonin. And since human society is very anti touch... Natsu was very touch starved until they got together. Now though? He can and will sit in any of their laps. None of them mind his clinginess, because that means they get to be clingy right back. 

-Gray painted most of the rooms in the house with spraling murals, and Lucy painted the ceiling of the nest like the stars. 

-Natsu has an absurd amount of trinkets and they like to tease him about it being his “hoard” because they keep adidng things to it. 

-They all have their own room sin case they’re having a bad day or need space. This is especially good for Gray and Natsu because sometimes their enhanced senses can cause sensory overloads. 

-There are so many stay cats everywhere because Gray won’t stop feeding them. None of them have the heart to make him stop. 

-If Erza or Natsu Pout, that’s it. Whatever they wanted they get. No one can resist that. 

-Natsu likes to sew, so he hands makes a lot of their clothing. This means it’s cheaper when Gray looses things, and it gives Gray a bit mroe incentive to not lose his clothing. It also means he can stitch runes into the fabric to make them stronger, tear resistant, fire proof, ect. (He learned how to do this the first time he set himself on fire in the guild and ended up naked) 

-No one knows who’s clothing is who’s anymore at times. Natsu can and will steal everyone’s and hoodies are never safe from being yoiked. Gray can only wear the other’s clothing when it’s too big for them. 

-Gray’s the tallest, and the other three and can and will climb him to kiss him. He also scoops them up at random just because he can. 

-Lucy keeps their schedules up on the wall and color coded so they don’t forget to do things. It’s in a little checklist format to make it easier for them to see what they have and haven’t done that day. 

-Gray likes to leave little ice sculptures everywhere to cheer them up.... and he likes dropping ice down the backs of their shirt to mess with them. 

-Erza keeps all of her things in a specific way, and everyone makes sure not to touch them. When in the guild, they actively keep others from messing with them too. 

-They all have to force one another to take care of themselves because they all have self destructive behaviors and struggle to do so. 

-They have a little projector that they use to play movies on the walls so they can watch them on a bigger “screen” and cuddle where ever they want. 

-They’re very protective of one another, and if you mess with one of them, no one will ever find your body. 

-Lucy taught Erza how to do fun makeup, and Natsu and Gray were their models. It’s one of their favorite date nights. 

[nostraightheadcanons]

In Tatiana's room we see murals for all the NSR artist, but there is one that shows a man with glasses, a hat, and a trench coat. Can you do some headcannons on this guy please?

Curse you anon, for making me think about this hidden character! /j

- His name is Mr. Enigma, but he goes by Mr. E.

- He was the old charter of Natura. A disagreement with Tatiana caused him to quit, which led to her finding Yinu as a replacement.

- His genre is Jazz Hop, with his instrument of choice being a saxophone.

- Outside of making music, he worked with making sculptures and has many installations all over the city. All of those brass instrument statues you see around the city are his work!

- His whole theme and powers are oriented around water, in fact!

- His personality is pretty mellow, he’s rather relaxed and can come off as even melancholy at some times. Good luck ever seeing that in person though, since he quit NSR he hasn’t been seen around since.

[a-wheezing-flower-show]

OKAY IMAGINE

 IF ALL OUR FAVOURITE BROADWAY CHARACTERS ALL WENT TO ONE HIGHSCHOOL, like, broadway high, or maybe, the different broadway theatres are different schools and they’re all rivals, BUT IMAGINE THEY ALL GO TO 1,

(also this would probably be a school of arts since everyone is so, dramatic)

- THE CLASHES BETWEEN THE POPULAR GROUPS, okay we got the heathers and the plastics. imagine them fighting for springfling queen at the prom.  oH and thE JeTs. the group of popular boys snapping their fingers simultaneously, i wOuLd feEl, intimidatedI

- JOURNALISM CLUB, obviously run by the queen-of-sass Katherine Plumber. They’re incharge of the school newspaper, most meetings are chaos, especially with the Newsies, but they make a great pape! (did i mention they’re either gay, bi, or ace?)

- THE FASHIONABLE KILLER QUEENS,  yup, the six queens, all besties, and they’re exclusive (cuz they’re queens, duh) they’re a rlly diverse group but somehow they’re all friends (tho they have pre heated arguments), they also have a band. They all dated the same asshole (ugh he thinks he’s king) and are warding people away from him because he was shit. They’re v fashionable and are constantly arguing. If you need someone to take a really nice photo of you real quick, they know a Holbein. ( @comet-was-here )

- DEBATING CLUB,  Here comes the hamilton squaaddddd! they’d be popular? (to a t) but they definetly debate, they have some pretty heated arguments ngl.   sO uh, alex keeps cheating on his girlfriend, with this other girl but all of his friends r pretty sure hes gay

-POLITICS, That one group of kids who are actually really into politics and the kid in charge actually has won several debates against the other members of the debate club before he started his own club. (Les Miserables and Enjolras)     (@muchmoremiserables)

- DANCE TROUPE,  can’t forget the corny collins dance club! (ik they’re other musicals with a bit more dancing and based off dance but u get the point), so uH yeah, rlly competetive, but they dance, they dance GOOD

- THAT ONE KID EVERYONE THINKS IS A DEMON, he rlly is, but his quite the prankster, beetlejuice

- GIRL WHO RUNS THE CAFE, everyone likes her, cause her pies are delicious! (waitress)

- depressed kid, dear evan hansen, he likes jazz band

- COUPLE EVERYONE SHIPS,  Eurydice denies it, but orpheus and eurydice are certainly a thing

-THE JAZZ BAND, Some of the band students started their own jazz ensemble so they could play their own music (surprisingly better than what people were expecting). They start really lame and low-key hate one another, but then a pretty choir girl joins their ranks and they all start getting along and the school becomes interested in what they’re doing because everyone knows her. Then they become fairly popular (no where near the actual populars, but everyone knows them). oH! and the band leader and choir girl start dating because after months of mural pining and arguing because teNSion and at least two of the boys are gay ( @writingonthemoon

-THE KID THAT NOBODY KNOWS ANYTHING ABOUT, like, everyone’s seen him and said hi and know his name and stuff, but his age? Nah, man, and everyone swears he looks the same in every photo ever taken of him. Does he have any family? Maybe a brother, but who knows. Hasn’t he injured himself doing all those stunts? Probably, but not recently, so let’s watch him try and jump the 20 foot gap between the school buildings. ALSO, he’s friends with the adrenaline junkie freshie and her well-meaning and anxious boyfriend who just wants to read Hardy Boys. ( @writingonthemoon )

BASICALLY, this whole headcannon will be a insanely chaotic version of highschool musical / school of rock where people die, (NO ONE DIES) jk ppl die, ANYWAYS, feel free to share ur opinions and re blog wiht moree headcannonss~~

[bbugyu]

i love good in bed 😭 are you ever gonna write more in that universe? or do you have headcannons to share 🤲🤲

i literally always have headcanons because i flesh out an entire universe and only include some of the details in my writing so if you guys are curious or want more content in specific universes please just let me know!

i thought about doing a steamy lil hookup fic about when jeonghan and the mc meet in that universe, but i have so many jeonghan wips that i think i just need to move onto other universes 😭

here's what i had started 👇

wc.1139 | steamy but ends before the sex, canon compliant, gn reader

yoon jeonghan entered your life like a summer storm, hot and heavy and unpredictable. a client of yours had recommended you to a friend that needed some legal advice, and after a phone call decided to schedule a meeting to discuss a contract she was workshopping for her client. you had told her you weren't specifically a contract attorney, but you would be happy to look over her documents and get them ready for use. after setting a time and place, you entered the appointment into your calendar.

"sorry about the meeting place," she said. "my older brother is much better with these kinds of things than i am, but he's a little high profile."

you smiled, even though she couldn't see you. "of course, whatever makes you the most comfortable."

at the rental office she had given you the address of, you were led to a conference room where you were greeted by a beautiful young woman, followed by a similarly beautiful young man. you introduced yourself to them both, gesturing for them to sit as you organized your papers.

the contract was fairly straight forward - an agreement over a commissioned art piece. she wanted to make sure all the money made sense, and that she wasn't asking too much. her brother waved a hand at her, saying she should ask for more. she was the one with the talent, he said. they wanted something from her. she should get good compensation.

"it's a mural," she had said, smiling, when you asked out of curiosity what the piece would be. "i love to paint."

you noticed the warm look the brother gave her profile, his lips curling into a subtle smile. he could put the mona lisa to shame, you thought.

you suggested a few edits and explained her options, marking up the photocopied contract. all the clarifying questions were asked by jeonghan, his long fingers pointing out different parts of the text, eyes flickering to places they shouldn't. part of you wished you could pretend that you hadn't seen the way his eyebrow raised slightly as you walked into the room, seemingly surprised that the assumedly stuffy law consultant his sister had recruited the help of was actually about as young and attractive as he was. you hoped that you were just imagining that his eyes kept falling on your lips as you spoke, his fingers neatly rolling up the sleeve of his flowy dress shirt, one too many buttons undone. you only let your eyes linger on his too exposed chest when his sister was distracted reading some text, but you were sure he had caught you at least once, a vague smile creeping on his face. he looked familiar, you thought. an actor, maybe. he reminded you of his hair color as he brushed the blonde locks aside with a finger. an idol, more likely.

after discussions ended, the young miss yoon thanked you for your time and politely shook your hand, followed by her brother. you didn't react to the slip of paper that was placed in your palm, and told them to email you a copy of the contract after the edits were made and you would be happy to do a final check of it. you excused yourself, checking the paper as soon as you left the room.

second floor restroom. i'll be right there x

the hurried writing hit you like a train, a wave of arousal at the implication washing over you. you cleared your throat when a staff member pointed you in the direction of the elevator, your mind reeling as you considered your options. this was not something you did, hook up with clients. you were a professional, and it took you many years to build up your reputation. jeonghan, however, was different from anyone you had ever met. part of you didn't want to miss this opportunity. you stared at the numbered buttons for too long, finally striking the 2.

he would be disappointed if you weren't there, you thought, and you hated disappointing beautiful people.

your skin itched as you exited the elevator into the seemingly empty hallway. the wall before you was glass, giving you clear view into a common area and several offices that were completely void of people. you looked either way, then walked towards the restroom sign, quickly undoing the button of your blazer as you moved. your eyes scanned the empty desks. you wondered if anyone actually worked here.

there were two bathroom doors, and you looked behind you before slipping the small chain bracelet off your wrist. you put it on the handle of the rightmost door as you pushed it open, looking around briefly at the strangely large room.

you wondered if jeonghan had taken people here before, with knowledge that it had a long counter with a single sink in the center, or if you had just gotten lucky.

"are you sure you don't want a ride?"

jeonghan shook his head, fingers tapping against his sister's car door impatiently. "i'm sure. my manager is already on the way, it'd be silly not to wait for him."

she pouted at him from the drivers seat of her kia. "i could have driven you all along, you didn't have to call him."

"go home, baby."

she rolled her eyes. "whatever, bro. thank you again for your help."

jeonghan smiled as his sister backed out of the parking spot, waving her off as she left the underground garage. he walked back into the building as quickly as he could.

when the elevator opened again, jeonghan briefly whistled at the glass room before him, turning to head down the hall to the bathrooms. he suddenly realized that there were two, and in his rushed state he had not specified which one. as he approached, he noticed a glinting bit of silver on the handle of one door, smiling slightly as he recognized the bracelet.

there was a brief rap of knuckles against the door before it opened, causing you to look up from your nails as you leaned against the counter. jeonghan slipped through the door and closed it behind him before raking his eyes over you. he smiled, holding up the bracelet.

"clever."

you smiled slightly, putting a hand on the counter beside you. "i did go to law school."

he unclasped the bracelet, closing the gap between you as you held out your wrist. he returned the chain to its home. "the mind matches the face."

completely aware that he was far closer than what was required for putting a bracelet on your wrist, your eyes drifted from his chest to his mouth. "do you find me impressive, yoon jeonghan?"

his eyes met yours. "sweetheart, i find you irresistible."

his words hit you hard, but his lips hit you harder.

[apprenticeofcups]

Can we get more of your modern au angel!lucio x Mc headcannons? I’m intrigued and turned on

hi, intrigued-and-turned-on, I’m You bet! 

👼Main 6 - Angel AU

⚔Angel!Lucio + MC

Choir: Powers (enforcers, destroyers of evil spirits, usually depicted as soldiers in armor)

For a moment, you were seeing things - rough leather armor, a flaming sword

A beast like darkness and decay incarnate, sliced almost entirely in two on the cracked, dirty asphalt

The hand wiping rancid black blood from your face was gold and cool to the touch

Then you blinked, and a man in a white overcoat over a dark red suit fixed his hair in a compact mirror, snapped it shut, and left, stepping over the dead dog next to the dumpster

You stand frozen, still not quite believing, the smell of brimstone lingering in the back of your throat

You walk home still partially-frozen, and you dream about white feathers, a battlefield, the clash and clang of swords

You don’t see him on the subway again, and you’re not sure why you were looking, but a guy like that stands out, even on a busy train

A week later, you miss the train, and you walk home, past the old gyro place and the private school with the ugly Jesus mural

The VA is on the corner, a converted apartment building of sorts with a good-sized porch where vets like to sit, smoke, and shoot the breeze

He’s there, leaning on the porch railing with a cigarette pinned between two 3D-printed fingers, a shocking contrast of white silk shirt and Louboutins while he talks and laughs with three stubbly, grandpa-age vets in sweatshirts and cargo pants

Where he’s leaning, his back touching the railing and one hand braced on a post, the flaky green paint of the weathered old porch is bright, shiny, and new

You get a few steps past the façade, and he calls out to you, flicking his cigarette away and hopping down the steps

“Hey! ...How’re you holding up?” 

He doesn’t smell like tobacco smoke - more like frankincense

“What?”

“You know, since you witnessed something no mortal mind was meant to comprehend?”

He winks, cocking one stenciled brow, and you see white wings stretch, dusted with sulphur yellow

“...Me?” 

☕ Ko-Fi | My AO3 ☕

[erigold13261]

in response to prime minister mural man as i think at the time jazz was the genre that was currently in when he was in office

Oh yea! I've seen that idea around a few times and honestly really like it! Mural man does just seem like a jazz kinda dude from how he looks lol

I feel like he was a lot more lenient with music genres then Tatiana because he didn't have that bad experience with losing control that she had. Though he probably was still super biased and made it MUCH easier for jazz musicians to get noticed and power than any other kind of musicians.

This would cause jazz to be the main type of music in the city for that time while other music genres were pushed down and away from the main scene. No one would connect that the added power at music festivals was created from not just jazz, which was the main part of the festivals, but also the other smaller genres being played beside it. People would have just thought more jazz means more power, causing a loop of pushing out smaller genres more and more until ONLY jazz was being played.

Once Tatiana took over and started letting EDM come through, because jazz was too chaotic for her, there was an instant boost of power for the city. Obviously, this was from having two different types of music being played at once, but to everyone watching this, they all thought EDM just produced more power than jazz. Tatiana was easily able to push jazz out of the way and make EDM the main music of Vinyl City.

Mural Man wasn't happy his favorite music was just thrown to the side, but he was happy there was more power for the city. Once EDM became standard and the power leveled out to where jazz had it before though, Mural Man was probably upset that EDM wasn't producing as much power as before. But he could no longer look at the stats of music since he didn't work at NSR anymore so no one was able to connect that more music variety means more power production, potentially making another loop that would have gone on for a very long time if it was not for May and Zuke's music revolution.

[spacedadsammy]

Marvel Questions: What type of young adult do you see Miles becoming as soon as he enter his late teens? What type of job do you think he'll have? Who do you see him going out with? And finally, what sort of exciting adventures would Miles in that turning point in his life?

I don't remember getting this question and I'm sorry if it's literally months later and I answer it

BUT OH MY GOSH I LOVE MILES. IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-

No but seriously,

He grows up to be a respectful young man. I imagine him having a steady girlfriend and her parents love him.

He's gained so much confidence since saving the multi-verse! He takes pride in his art and gets involved in art programs at school or in the city.

The same goes for his studies. I think he'd realize his potential and understand that he doesn't have to trade one passion for another

His relationship with his parents gets way better and I love that.

Mr. And Mrs. Morales raised a wonderful son

Some headcannons I have is that

He does street paintings like those spray painting videos

When he gets older, people and businesses commission him to paint murals on their walls

He wants to find a SAFE way to communicate with the spidey-pals so he works very hard to make sure he doesn't hurt the universe

HE'D ALSO BE AN AWESOME DAD

THAT'S IT THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK

[pizzamafiaart]

do you have headcannons on the 4 f the legions?

I have several oddly specific ones.

Frank:-Leaves the seat up >:(-Jealous of Michael cause Julie likes him, but he also really looks up to Michael and thinks hes cool? -Takes the whole killer thing wayyyy too seriously.-After the group commissioned Jeff for the Legion mural, Frank wanted to kill him so they wouldn’t have to pay him, but Julie convinced him that they should pay Jeff and let him go because he did a good job.-Thinks the trapper is HELLA COOL, and constantly tries to impress him. (The trapper just ignores him)-Edgelord

Joey:-VERY intimidated by Michael. Mostly because he cant really get a read on the guy, but hes just… SO GOOD at killing and Joey doesn’t want him to think hes bad at killing or anything.-Keeps 1-uping Frank. Oh? You got three kills that match? Yeah thats not too shabby, but Joey got FOUR.-Hes the only one of the group who actually plays fortnite.-gets called ‘punisher’ or ‘reaper’ as an insult by the others (cause of his mask)-”Oh? Worm?”

Julie:-She does not give a fuck anymore. Dabs at everything.-IF I RUN AT MICHAEL HE’LL CATCH ME-Called Freddy a 'slime man’, and the clown 'boo boo the fool’-Steals Franks hoodies. (hoodie vampire)-Is the only one who can really convince Frank to chill, and have fun.-Like this? *does everything wrong on purpose*-Pun master, but says every joke with such an amount of smugness you cant help but groan at them.

Susie:-She just fucking goes right up to Michael will climb onto his back forcing him to give her a piggy back ride, or cling to one of his legs.-*tilts head* OwO?- Kind of oblivious but also curious. Don’t be surprised if you find her rummaging through your stuff. (not that she’ll take anything. she just wants to know whats there)-Is also a hoodie vampire, but after she steals them, she waits a month or so before she wears it around so that people forget that its not hers.- Had braces in middle school. She’s nervous around Herman because he looks like a dentist.-That one Pop Team Epic comic about cutesy sleeves? Thats her.

Legion (all four of them):-Has a minor crush on Michael, but they each express it differently.-Everyone except for Frank wanted the gang to be called dicksquad but Frank threw a hissy-fit and wouldn’t let them.-Its okay, the group chat they have is named dicksquad -THEY ONLY HAVE ONE KNIFE AND THEY HAVE TO SHARE

[talesfromthegameff14]

Dominion

[ Uyagir headcannon incoming.  Based loosely on the quotes found in game for one extremist branch of the tribe.  Warnings for length, blood rituals, grey lore bits.] Anger smoldered in his veins as Ayanga ran from the Dawn Throne toward the Uyagir caves.  He wore what the Uyagir typically wore, but dyed the color of the sky instead of the bleached out green the cave dwellers preferred.  The loose skirt flowed easily with his movements as he ran into the wind that caused the spring grasses to undulate like waves on the ocean. 

The sun was a thin sliver on the horizon when he arrived at the caves, breathing faster from the run but not heavily winded. The strangeness of running to what he had spent most of his life running from was lost on him in the moment.  There was no doubt now, no hesitation.  He was done with waiting and doubting.  The promise that was broken? It was washed away by the blood on his hands.  His only regret was that it took him this long to see it.  Fortunately his sisters were wise and as A’sana pointed out, sometimes promises needed to be broken. By the time he strode into the main caves he was breathing more normally, the sweat from the run drying on his skin rapidly due to the desert air.  The main cave was empty this early, most still with their families tucked away in the nooks and corners that gave an illusion of privacy as they tended to their morning tasks.  The smell of cooking food was the only outward sign of that activity and Ayanga’s stomach growled in protest from the scent of even that plain fare.  It’s another thing that goes unnoticed, his attention focused on a cluster of stalagmites in the back of the main cave.   He’s a few fulms from his goal when the Elder stepped out from the shadows, blocking Ayanga’s way.  The green haired man snaps at the Elder, <”Are you finally going to try to stop me?”>  The younger man only stopped when he’s ilms from the Elder, tail cutting sharply through the air.  The Elder can move, or be moved, it matters little to Ayanga. [Voodoo - Godsmack] For once, there was no humor in the old xaela’s eyes, no sense of the queerness that typically colored his words.  <”Son of Ancients, what do you seek?”>   Frozen in place, Ayanga stared at the Elder, for a moment everything was so sharp and fragile he didn’t dare to breathe.  <”No one...”>, he cut himself off, shaking his head once to clear it before he answered.  <”Wisdom, knowledge, the visions of our past that brought us to this place.”>   The words were spoken with the cadence of ritual, but oddly cut off at the end. The Elder tilted his head slightly at the answer, seemingly waiting for more than what was said.  The silence between the two men grows, Ayanga not backing down from the quiet challenge.  He stayed as still as the air in the caves, not even his tail twitched while he waited. The Elder’s eyes moved to the necklace around the younger man’s neck, thoughtful.   At that the silence was broken, a low sound of warning coming from Ayanga, <”It is mine.  He gave it to me.”>   That brought the white glazed eyes of the Elder abruptly up to Ayanga’s. <”Who gave it to you?”>   <”Oktai”> <”You didn’t take it from-”> <”I took nothing of hers.”>, the snarled reply cutting the Elder off. <”When did he give it to you?”> <”Just before he died.”>   The Elder’s rheumy eyes narrow, <”Where?”>   <”Reflection”>   A hiss follows that answer, <”Why there? How?”>   <”He called me there.”>   <”You were a b”> <”I know.”>  Ayanga leans in, leaving less than an ilm between the two men, so that the elder could feel the heat of his words instead of only hearing it.  <”He called me there in a dream.  I woke up and followed the call down and through the labyrinth.  I saw him reflected in the pool, surrounded by stars.  I smelt death on his breath.  It had the same scent as an herb Odtgerel traveled to Reunion to get.  She told me to stay away from it, that it was dangerous, only for the trained.  She killed him.”> <”You didn’t take it from her.”> <”No! It rots with her corpse in whatever forgotten place it lies.”>   <”How do you know she’s-”> <”Dead? I buried her.”>   <”Where?”> <”Why does it matter?”> <”I need to reclaim what she was given.”>   <”Did you not listen? She was given nothing.  She gave nothing to her family and was given nothing in return.”>   <”But she-”>   Wind blew through the cavern then, enough force behind it to travel past the entrance and into the main living space, rustling the clothing of those that were starting to gather for the day’s work.  It was an oddity, enough of one to catch the attention of those present and give the Elder pause.  Ayanga’s eyes turned distant, a horn tilted towards the cave entrance.  As if in a trance he reached up and pressed the point of a claw into his thumb, just enough to draw up a bead of blood.   <”You hear, but you do not listen. If you will not listen, you will see.”>, he whispered, pressing that drop of blood against the Elder’s forehead before he could react. The all but useless eyes of the old xaela glazed over and he fell to his knees, eyes darting back and forth focused things only he could see.  Ayanga stepped around him and past the concealment of the stalagmites and into the tunnel that led to the labyrinth.  He didn’t have to think, even with close to thirty years behind him Ayanga’s feet traveled the correct path through the tunnels, the passageway progressively narrowing until he had to belly crawl to get through the last turn.  It was a near thing, a shudder passing through his entire frame when he accidentally scrapped a horn along a sharp bit of rock, popping off one of the ornaments he suffered through getting long ago.  The tunnel opened up then, and he hauled himself up to his feet.  <”Smaller than I remember.”>, he said to himself just before words echoed into the chamber from afar.   <”Elder, are you alright?”>   <”Where did Khe..Ayanga go?”>   indistinct words   <”Seer’s tunnel? We can’t follow, no one can.”>   The last had Ayanga looking back to the hole he crawled out of, shock easy to read in his expression.  No one at all? There were no more? How...?  It clicked into place and sorrow replaced the shock.  <”I’ll do as I must, regardless.”>     The tunnel branched off into two, a strong scent of mineral and heat coming from one path and stillness from the other.   Following the heat, Ayanga stripped as he went, arriving at the mineral pool clad in only the necklace Oktai gave him.  The clothing was set to the side, neatly folded as always.  The occasional bubble broke the surface of the pool, hidden by the shadows cast from the glowing crystals set into the walls.   The air was quickly becoming stifling, the heat and humidity making it feel like lead in his lungs. The water was scalding, which was the point.  Wash away what could be, burn away the rest, enter Reflection purified, the burdens of life sloughed away in a moment of pain.  Knowing that didn’t make stepping into the pool any easier.   Measured steps, down the ones carved into the stone just for this purpose.  One step, wait, two steps, wait, three steps, wait.  At the bottom step his shoulders were still above water and with a deep breath Ayanga bent his knees and burned.   It was worse than the harae in Ishgard, he thought it wouldn’t be, but the minerals in the water burned as well as the heat.  He needed to breathe, it was only seconds to stay, but the pain took his breath away.  Even with the support of the water he swayed beneath the surface, spots blooming behind his eyelids as he counted out the seconds.  It took all of his will power to slowly unbend his knees, it was mere seconds, but it felt like hours were spent under the water.  The need to walk out tangled with the need to breathe and recover, slow was the only way he was going back up those steps. The tall man landed heavily on his hands and knees, bruising them on the rock and sand surface that bordered the pool.  Instinct kept him moving, crawling out into the cooler air of the tunnel beyond.  His skin was darker, flushed from the damage heat and minerals did while he was submersed.   Ayanga’s mind was clear of the anger that brought him here, pain was good for that. In, out, in, out.  All the Xaela could do was breathe in great gulps of air, staying where he fell as his body processed the shock of the cleansing.  It was habit, refined in Doma, grounded in the time spent with his Grandfather.  Burnt fingers pressed hard against the stone, seeking out the steady support of the earth. The wind spoke to him, but the ground was still under his feet and therefor a friend.   When his breathing slowed and his heart stopped thundering in his chest, Ayanga stood up.  His movements were deliberate and measured, both out of need and respect. This was not something to rush.  Each step took him closer to Reflection, the tunnel here was smoothed over, the work of Seers past making the path upwards clear and easy.   It was almost as he remembered.  It was daytime, not night, his own choice instead of the traditional one.  He was a child of Azim as well as the caves, the sun held no fear for him.  The bright light of midday streamed through the broken roof of the cave, filtering down through the sphere of crystals suspended above the strangely still pool.  That night it looked like liquid silver, now it looked just as odd, golden and rainbow hued as the sunlight reflected off of a surface that was iridescent, strange.   Many runes were carved into the smooth, dark, rock floor.  They were clustered around the perfectly circular pool, extending out a couple of fulms.  Most of the space closest to the pool was decorated by the carvings, the ones closest to the pool were harder to read than those further out.  One rune stood out from the rest, larger than the surrounding ones, stained and worn by age but still clear enough to read. Dominion. It was something he knew from the murals, the dominion of the Gods over the Xaela and why the Uyagir bowed. But, this was different. A different slant here, a curve there instead of a straight line. Ways of indicating Xaela instead of deity, familiar and very wrong all at the same time. A quick look around the smooth, upward curving walls of the cave pulled a detail from memory. This is where Oktai died, the stains?  Only his blood, or more? Ayanga knelt in front of the rune,the burn of protest from the skin along his shins completely ignored in the moment.  A finger traced the deep channels that were chiseled into the rock, ensuring that the rune would last the test of time. But maybe? Maybe it was for other reasons.   The air was lifeless, immobile in the dome, but a whisper echoed in his horns regardless. Right claw was brought to the skin of his left wrist.  The cut was swift and sure, the burn of the cut strangely intense due to the damage already done.  He ignored it, holding his wrist so the blood from it dropped into the bottom corner of the carving.  The floor of the cave slanted towards the pool, the slope allowing his aether charged blood to flow through the markings that made up the rune.   Slowly, steadily, Ayanga’s world narrowed down to the path his blood took.  Tracing it like that, he could see the duality of the rune, it wasn’t just Xaela.  It was, Reflection within Dominion. The first rune revealed before the other was completed.  Further the scarlet line flowed, steadily drawing his focus towards the pool.  The blood was moving slowly then, the last of the rune completed.  A narrow gouge, unnoticed until his blood touched it, allowed a few drops of blood to reach the pools edge.  The water was lower than the rock, cohesion causing the scarlet liquid to tremble on the ledge.  Time meant nothing as Ayanga’s heart pounded in his chest, everything hanging on that one, tremulous drop of blood.  One more heartbeat, a bit more blood, and the bead to welled over to plop into the pool. [Change on the Rise -  Avi Kaplan] A skeletal hand reached towards him, “It is time to see.” “Oktai, grandfather...”, Ayanga whispered, reaching for the hand only he could see through sightless eyes.  The ray of sunlight shifted, illuminating the scarred hand that grasped nothing but air.   Then Ayanga saw. Birth, life, death, the onward monotony of life within the caves droning backwards and backwards.  Brief conflicts, rebellions, stained the caves red, but they were quickly settled, tumbling into a past rewritten by those that survived.  Nothing must mar the perfection of their modesty, their pride would not allow it.  The mural was tended to, shrinking in size as the years retreated within Ayanga’s mind.  Seers guiding, and hiding, the truth from the tribe, teaching them to deny the violence of their nature. Dominion over self was revealed as the path of humility before the eyes of the Gods.   From self reflection came control, the Uyagir over themselves and the Seers over the tribe.   Reflection. 

Then the walls were blank, a few battered Xaela taking shelter there from the chaos left in the wake of the Gods’ punishment. The failed defense of the Dawn Throne was crushing to all the tribes, it sent them scattering to the four winds, leaving the Uyagir to struggle against the God sent insects (machines?) all but alone. A sign the others said, a trial to show strength the Uyagir countered.  If we cannot hold what is ours then we don’t deserve it. They could not hold against the wrath of the Gods.  And still time marched backwards, revealing the decline of an Empire as sure as any in a more civilized place.  Large to small, the peak to the beginnings, ambition and pride and a need to control that rivaled any other was steadily nurtured from the start of the tribe. That drive etched into stone when the first Khatun found the pool she saw in her dreams, that Ayanga knelt beside, and claimed it for her newly formed tribe.   Dominion without Reflection.

 The hand that held his vanished into the past, leaving him to crawl his way out of the memories that were not his and back to the present.  It took time, more than he likely had, before Ayanga’s eyes cleared from the vision and he found himself in his own skin once more.  The wound on his wrist had long scabbed over, the blood in the rune dried, the sun low enough that the sky was dark blue with the first hints of stars on the eastern horizon.  The silence in the dome was complete except for the erratic beat of his heart and the rasp of his labored breath.  Awareness of himself forced the tall man to double over and retch bile onto the stone, body and mind protesting what it was forced too see.  It was too much that wasn’t his, the entire history of seer to seer to seer that shared the path the tribe took.  The now dark pool of water called to him, promising peace within its depths, a place free from the memories that overwhelmed him. It would take little to tumble into it, but a small voice within reminded him that the trial was not yet complete.   The sky was darker when he managed to gather the strength to resist the call and stand instead.  Once, twice, he paced around the pool, the shakiness fading as he moved.  One last thing, then he could leave.  Settling on one of the last clear spots of stone near the edge of the pool, Ayanga knelt again to draw an end to his task.  Reopening the cut on his wrist a bit, he dipped a claw into blood and carefully carved a new rune among the oldest made.   Change.