#this one was super fast so it’s not great

[bambihrt]

Christmas in Hell

a very hazbin christmas, full of joy, cheer and a party for the ages

Alastor x reader

Reader needs the perfect gift for Angel Dust but has to ask a certain someone for help. Just a little fluffy holiday special.

You would think after death the holidays wouldn't be very important. In hell, especially you would think since they're not big fans of the big guy in charge that they wouldn't celebrate a certain someone's birth. Well Charlie Morningstar was not going to let those facts ruin her super-duper fantastical holiday party.

Christmas Eve

Despite the lack of Christmas spirit Angel Dust was booked and busy letting Santa come down the chimney in a few special videos to be released the next day. Even though his stocking was being filled early you, as his best friend, were stressing over the perfect gift to get him.

Earlier in the week, Charlie has gathered everyone in the hotel to the main space where she had set up a giant tree that reached the ceiling. Charlie and her partner Vaggie, covered in pine needles and wearing lumberjack clothing, held Husk's hat full of folded slips of paper open for the circle.

"Hiiiii everyone! Hope you're all merry and ready for a fun group bonding exercise!" Charlie began.

She was met with loud groans and signs. "Shut up and listen to Charlie she put a lot of work into this," Vaggie huffed with rage.

"Thanks Vaggie. Anyways, I've set up a secret Santa for everyone to- HEAR ME OUT OKAY yes so you'll choose a name and then on Christmas we'll swap gifts and it will be so fun!" Charlie explained while passing the hat along and giggling and staring you down when she picked a piece of paper.

Since you had died quite young, your family hadn't make it to Hell yet or they made are in the place above, so you haven't celebrated since making your way to the after life, so this sounded like fun. But you couldn't resist a playful eye roll as you chose your paper reading Angel Dust to yourself.

Husk groaned while picking from his hat and then placing it on his head, "I thought through death I escaped obligatory in-law get togethers but now I have this shit."

Fast forward back to present day you were still stuck on what you could get him. Adult toys? No give him a break from work. Drugs? Not that you want to encourage that habit. Nifty had been no help when you asked. Muttering on about bad boys and cleaning. You didn't bother with asking Husk. Sir Pentious was still being coached on the whole secret Santa concept. Vaggie and Charlie had too many good ideas but none felt right for Angel Dust. This left you with only one option.

Knocking twice on the radio demon's door, your face twisted with instant regret and immediately started back down the hallway. "Leaving so soon? Now here I was thinking you saved the best for last." The gaze of his knowing smile burned the back of your head as you swiveled around.

"Sorry Alastor it was stupid idea I'll leave you to do... whatever you were doing."

"Nonsense my dear! Why I'd be happy to help my favorite guest with a gift for a certain effeminate fellow!"

"How did you-"

Alastor let out his practiced laugh, "Discretion is not one of your strengths (y/n)."

Your cheeks set alight hearing Alastor call you by your first name, no pet name or teasing nicknames. He held the door open and you avoided his gaze while leading inside. The great radio demon sauntered over to his large cherry wood desk inside his room and sat in a leather cushion maroon chair. Due to the lack of seating options, you hovered near the edge of his bed while le smiled and motioned for you to take a seat with a teasing glint in his eye.

Mustering up the courage to break the silence you asked, "I thought you didn't allow visitors inside your room."

Twiddling with his microphone cane Alastor responded, "I can make exceptions."

"I don't have any VoxTek on me by the way. Just in case you wondered."

A sound came from him, almost like a real giggle but you must of been mistaken. "I know (y/n)."

"Well since you seem to know everything what would be the perfect gift for Angel Dust that will show I'm a wonderful friend?"

"I can only give you hints, would spoil the game if I told you."

You groaned and fell back against the bed. Of course coming to Alastor was a mistake. As if an overlord would want to help silly you buy a silly gift for a silly holiday.

"Cheer up dearie! You're closer to the answer then you might think."

Eyebrows furrowed and dread he might make a fool of you, you asked him for the first hint.

"Something to do with your weekly film Friday events perhaps?"

"It's actually called freaky Friday because of our shared love of movies from the noughties." You said with a cheeky grin. "Angel also loves a dirty joke whenever it's possible to have one."

"Ah yes you, the spider ,and the swine all cuddled together in your matching pajamas on the settee watching princess makeovers and assistant makeovers and-"

"Hey it's more than just makeovers!" However, the comment gave you an idea, "Oh my god what if I get him a Fat Nuggets blanket?"

A round of applause played while Alastor called out "Ding ding! We have a winner!"

Letting out a sheepish smile and thank you, you rose from the bed ready to search for a way to get this made by the end of the day. Then a perfectly wrapped gift appeared in front of your face and dropped into your hands. Your head whipped in the direction of the smiling demon across the room.

"Is this what I think it is? How did you have it already?"

"I know you."

With a flushed face and full arms you made your way out of the room and through the doorway. Only halfway through the walk to your bedroom did you realize Alastor knew of your movie nights and took note of the matching pajamas. The radio demon noticed you.

Christmas Day

A giant fire roared in the hearth as bells rung and music played around the hotel. Excitement filled the air as the originally dismissive group exchanged gifts to each other. You and Angel Dust hung together watching the others until you announced you had something for him.

"Aw (y/n) you're my secret Santa?"

You snatched the Santa hat off Angel Dust's head in embarassment and placed it on your own as you laughed, "Had to get something for my ho ho hoe."

After a fit of giggles said spider unwrapped his gift and his eyes lit up, "If you had a dick I'd suck it so hard right now thank you doll."

Christmas was a success and you could finally breathe a sigh of relief and a laugh at your best friend's words as he snuggled himself within the blanket along with its muse in his lap.

Charlie rose up to give her gift as you prepared yourself with being thankful and happy no matter what she gave you. Until she turned to Nifty with a gift that turned out to be a new dress for her. Filled with confusion you swore to Angel that you thought Charlie got you due to her obviousness. Then the young Morningstar turned again to look above you and smiled so brightly.

Both yours and Angel Dust moved to see what she was smiling at behind you only to be face to face, or well chest, of the radio demon. Grinning down at you with his hands behind his back he laughed and said, "Happy Christmas from your secret Santa."

"What? I thought for sure it was Charlie."

"We struck a sort of deal," Alastor explained while behind your back Charlie gave a thumbs up as the rest of the crew stopped to watch.

The gift was handed to you as you carefully unwrapped it, conscious of all the eyes currently on you or rather what a scary overlord has given you as a gift. Inside was a beautifully crafted music box with carvings of your favorite flowers and sculptures of little deer in a meadow. You opened the box and your ears are met with an instrumental version of your favorite song.

"How did you-"

"Like I said I know you (y/n)."

Suddenly Charlie's voice bellowed, "Look who's under the mistletoe!" As if you couldn't be any more red from this interaction you now looked up to see that very mistletoe above you and Alastor. Your facial expression fell realizing this was going to be so awkward, being rejected in front of everyone despite it not being caused by you. Full of thoughts on how to escape or come up with a nonchalant response to not even being wanted for one measly peck and planning when you'll disappear to nurse your ego, you were distracted from the real world. That was until a pair of lips met your own in a soft yet hungry kiss. The moment felt like eternity yet also a millisecond at the same time. Before you could return the kiss, the deer demon pulled back and with a wink, walked away.

Shocked faces and silence filled the room as no one expected Alastor's actions. Lightly touching your lips, you thought maybe Christmas in Hell isn't so bad.

[boozybellybabe]

Blacked out last night cause I got jealous of someone being drunker than me

I'm back home for the holidays and I organized a dinner with my childhood friends to get together. I didn't plan on drinking that much to keep appearances. I did get reasonably buzzed during the dinner (I actually got a couple comments about how much I was drinking and my tolerance) but I ate so much I assumed it would be a struggle to actually get drunk.

However, after dinner we went to a fancy new club next to the restaurant. Danced for a while and I got out of the club to get some air, and saw a friend talking to some people I didn't know so I approached them. Once of them was a girl who was absolutely wasted, slurring her words, talking nonsense, leaning against a wall with her torso in a weird angle, really struggling to stand straight. She kept grabbing my friends arm and hand despite her bf being right there. In short she was incredibly hot lol and I could feel the jealousy blossoming inside me.

When she and her friends got back in the club, she fell backwards and didn't hit the floor cause a couple guys were fast enough to hold her. Of course by this point I've had already made my mind. I convince some friends to go drinking somewhere else where drinks are much much cheaper. As we left, I saw that girl again, two guys helping her walk although for every two steps they took she toppled over and had to be held. Despite everything she was laughing her ass off and having a great time overall.

Wish I could tell you about MY night but I drank so so much, so fast that I basically went from tipsy to blackout in less than one hour. I was super full from dinner, had to unbutton my pants at some point but then I actually threw up. I don't remember anything else so mission accomplished. This drunken slob won't be outdrunk by anyone ♥️

[peppermintquartz]

Chris opens the door and embraces Deacon in a warm welcome. He hugs her back with one arm, the other holding flowers and a case of beer. It feels almost like old times.

"It's been too long, man," she chides. "Come on in. Street's so excited, he's gone out to get this amazing tiramisu we found on one of our dates."

"You didn't have to go to that much trouble," Deacon says, smiling. "Oh that smells great."

"My aunt gave me a surefire chili recipe. We've tested it several times, it's definitely good."

"And you look good. How's everything? The shelter doing okay?"

"Yeah," says Chris. "Thanks to Nichelle, I got in touch with some sympathetic ears and they've been super generous, and I've been able to find a steady roster of volunteers. Plus, with our rep, we're left alone for the most part, and anyone trying anything gets warned off fast by the ones running the block."

Deacon makes a face. "Not sure if that's the safest way to go about things."

"Gotta work both sides of the law now," Chris says with a shrug. Deacon means well but he's still a straight white man who has always lived in privilege. "But my girls are all on the straight and narrow. I've fourteen of them with me, and six have found sponsors to help them to get work permits, which will help with getting full documentation. I'm helping another two cooperate with police because they were smuggled here after being sold by their parents for cash, and the rest... well, we'll get there." She grimaces before grinning. "Sorry. I get excited talking about my work."

"No, no it's good. I'm happy for you." Deacon hands her the colorful bouquet and the beer. "It's great that you found your purpose."

Thanking him for the gifts and rummaging around for a vase or jug for the flowers, she asks, "So how come you're here alone? I was under the impression that it'll be you and Annie. Wine?"

"Water, please. I'm driving." Deacon sits down in one of the chairs around the dining table. She wonders what he notices about the place on his second visit. It's a cozy apartment, despite the industrial elements; she especially likes the new potted herbs Street has insisted upon, even though neither of them can tell a cabbage from a lettuce.

"I, uh, I wanted to chat with you, actually. Not, not chat." Deacon says as he rubs his wedding ring. "I want your advice on something that I need you to keep secret."

An odd feeling tickles the back of her neck. She sits down in the chair beside him, wondering if she should hold her friend's hand. "Sounds serious."

"I think it is." He takes a deep breath and blows it out slowly, like he's planning to dive into the deep end of a pool. "Chris, how and w-when did you know you're bisexual?"

Chris' eyebrows shoot up. That is definitely not a question she was expecting. "Uh. Okay. For me, I was fifteen and really into a boy, a classmate." Enrique Garcia, she recalls, lean and athletic with the cutest freckle on his right cheek, with a shoulder-length mop of gleaming dark curls. "And then, one day, I met him and his older sister Alina at the mall. She was really nice when we talked and my mind kinda went a little insane thinking how pretty she was and how much I'd love to kiss her."

"And that was... That was how you knew?"

She shrugs. "Some reading up and some very confusing dreams later, I kinda figured it out." She angles her head and studies Deacon. "Are you...?"

"Fifteen, wow." Deacon chews on his lower lip. The tips of his ears are red and he can't meet her eyes. "Maybe I'm too old for this."

"You met someone who's causing you to question everything you knew about your sexuality?"

He ducks his head, still fiddling with his wedding ring. "Yes," he admits quietly. "And I know, I know it's not good, I'm married and I have Annie, it's just really..."

Chris smiles and holds his forearm. "Confusing."

"So confusing," Deacon agrees with a brief chuckle. His voice sounds so unsure and lost that it's disorienting for Chris. That isn't the Deacon she has known for the past decade. "Annie is the perfect woman for me. Like, once I met her and got to know her, I knew she was the one I wanted to marry and have a family with. And I thought that was it. That that is all I would ever need or want."

"But now you've met someone. Some guy."

Ducking his head, Deacon bites his lip and shakes his head. "I'm over fifty, Chris. I shouldn't be having sexuality crises at this age. But, yes. I met some guy."

"He's that special, huh." Chris hopes she doesn't sound judgmental. Having been through this with her own family, she feels for him. And a part of her feels honored that someone she respects so much will choose to come out to her. "Am I the first to know?"

"Yes." He clears his throat. "I never thought I would be interested in a man like that. And yet... I feel happy whenever I see him. I worry about him at work. I hear a song on the radio and it'll remind me of him."

There's something that Deacon is hiding. After so many years as a cop and now helping scared women, she's learned to read between the lines.

Still holding his forearm, she says, "Thanks for trusting me with this, Deac. I'm so honored by your trust."

He sniffs and finally looks at her, his eyes dewy with a hint of tears. "Chris, am I bisexual?"

"You could be," she says. "I can't answer for you. I'm not some mind reader for queer people. You might be attracted to women in general and one guy in particular, and that's normal. Sexuality is a spectrum and the great thing is, you get to define yourself. It may feel overwhelming-"

"Understatement of the year."

"-but I can point you in the direction of some websites or resources you can refer to. Don't be surprised if any are angled at teens, though. Most people who are questioning tend to be young."

"Unlike this old geezer," Deacon jokes weakly. She squeezes his forearm as she grins, then lets go of him.

"You're never too old to learn new tricks, Deac." Taking a deep breath, Chris leans closer and says, "I'm gonna ask something that may be invasive, and you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but you may feel better if you do."

Deacon sighs like he knows what's coming and looks at her.

"Are you seeing this guy?"

The guilt that flickers over Deacon's face tells Chris enough.

"Oh, Deac..." She pulls him into a hug.

"I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to know about that," he murmurs.

She squeezes him and pulls back enough to smile at him. "I'm your friend, Deac. But you know you can't have him."

He nods, pressing his lips tightly together. "I know. I wish... I don't know what I wish. But Chris... Chris, I'm so happy when I'm with him." There's a waver in his voice. "I didn't know that I could even be this happy with anyone."

Not even with Annie.

The words are not said, but she hears them as clear as day. She hugs him again.

They hear the keys jingle and Deacon straightens, rubbing his thumb and index finger over his eyes while clearing his throat.

"Hey, Deacon!" Street comes in with an insulated bag and Chris stands up to welcome him with a kiss. His dimples deepen and his eyes light up. "Hey babe. Deac, come here, bring it in."

Deacon smiles and hugs Street. The mask has fallen back in place over Deacon's face and Chris makes sure hers is present too.

"I'll go plate up dinner," she says with a smile, kissing Street again as she passes him and takes the tiramisu from his hands, leaving the two men to catch up. Deacon won't tell Street what he told her; that's not the friendship they have, and she knows he trusts her not to tell anyone what he's revealed to her.

It's not her secret to tell, and Deacon will need time. He'll do the right thing, she's sure. She only hopes he figures out what the right thing for him will be.

[bl00dycraniumm]

METALLICA

baking cookies w you, headcannons (📌)

☆ 𝐀/𝐍; hiii i made cookies this morning so i got this idea :3!

☆ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; none.

🍪 james.

☆ offers to help you.

☆ then when you actually start, he kinda just stands and watches.

☆ makes little complaints when you ask for his help.

☆ eats cookie dough when you're not looking.

☆ even though he didn’t do shit he’ll end up eating most of the cookies without apologies.

🍪 lars.

☆ literally be pissed off the second you ask him for no reason??

☆ though, if you don't get up fast enough, he'll do it by himself.

☆ imagine a mom, grumbling about how nobody does anything cus you didn't get up in 3 seconds, that'd be him.

🍪 ron.

☆ would also do everything himself.

☆ not because he's annoyed though, but he's been ready to be asked to make cookies.

☆ loves baking and is good at it, so there you go.

🍪 dave.

☆ "you wanna make cookies with me?" "does it look like i wanna make cookies with you?"

☆ burns that shit and no one gets cookies.

🍪 cliff.

☆ lowkey has the munchies and is down to help.

☆ you do most of the work, he's mostly there for support.

☆ hands you stuff that you need.

☆ eats at least one piece of cookie dough.

🍪 kirk.

☆ super excited to help (he just wants to be included tbh).

☆ he gets some measuring wrong, but they taste good enough.

☆ he talks so much to you that the cookies almost get burnt because you both get off task.

☆ they are a little crispy, but oh well.

☆ the kitchen is literally a mess afterwards.

🍪 jason.

☆ you don't even have to ask for help.

☆ if he notices you starting to bake, he's more than happy to help.

☆ you both are quite literally laughing and giggling the whole time.

☆ you made good cookies and finished them in the first 10 minutes of a movie.

🍪 robert.

☆ he loves to help since he's spending time with you.

☆ the kitchen is definitely messy afterwards.

☆ honestly the cookies are great, 10/10, chef kiss.

☆ you guys split the cookies, but he ends up eating some of yours anyway.

[katlyntheartist]

So...I finally watched the third Sonic movie...

and it's pretty good!

...for the most part.

It's a good time for Sonic fans and if you're a casual viewer who knows about the first two movies and the Knuckles series, then I think you'll like it. I thought it was good. But I have my problems with it. But in order to talk about them, I'll need to go into spoilers.

Spoiler warning! Advert your eyes, children!

Let's talk about what I did like:

-Shadow and Maria's relationship was handled perfectly and their montage was adorable. Every moment with them was the highlight of the film and their talk about the stars is so heartfelt and sweet. Also the actress for Maria was perfect.

-Keanu was good as Shadow. A bit stiff with the voice delivery at times but still good. And Shadow's character was perfectly written. I'm glad he was able to have emotions and emote, it felt like Archie Shadow at times which was great because Archie Shadow is peak Shadow.

-The Wachowski family moments were adorable, especially the camping scene in the beginning and end of the movie.

-Some of the fights were good but the ones between Shadow and Sonic were peak.

-The Crab bot was cool, I was sad when it was destroyed.

-Tails and Knuckles were perfect and their hugs with Sonic in the cornfield and with Tom and Maddie were great, they are a family your honor.

-Super Sonic and Super Shadow were fantastic. Also Wade using the Master Emerald as a hockey puck was funny.

-Metal Sonic looked dope and Amy is also here. Cool 👍

Alright, now for the stuff I didn't like:

-WHY WASN'T JOJO IN THE MOVIE AT ALL??? THEY COULD HAVE HAD PARALLELS BETWEEN JOJO AND MARIA, ANDJOJO COULD HAVE BONDED WITH SHADOW, THERE WAS SO MUCH MISSED POTENTIAL, PARAMOUNT WHY?????????

-Also the movie posters were misleading, Rachel and Randall weren't in the movie at all. I was very sad. I liked them and wished they could have worked with Tom and Maddie to break into G.U.N HQ

-Why were there no Chao's in the movie? I was so excited to see them and they are just Pokemon mascots in the movie-verse.

-Rockwell was built up as this important character but she's barely in the movie at all and has no character or motivation aside from a misunderstanding that team Sonic killed Walters.

-Speaking of, IS WALTERS DEAD??? The movie never confirmed if he was alive or not and everybody kind of forgot about him.

-Stone was fine but he didn't get much screen time.

-The movie's humor felt too "child pandering" compared to the first two, which had a better balance of humor and emotional moments. Also there was waaaay too many meta jokes and pop culture references. Most of them felt forced and they could have toned it down a bit.

-This movie seems to have caught the Illumination virus because the pacing in the movie was so fast. The movie keeps jumping from one action set piece to the next and it sacrifices good character moments and scenes. Tom gets injured and instead of seeing how Sonic and friends process their feelings, Sonic is already grabbing the Master Emerald and going super sayan. For the most part, the movie feels like it's on fast forward and doesn't give any time to fleshing the characters out.

So yeah, I don't think Sonic 3 was as good as everyone is saying. But I still liked it. It's a good movie and I'm glad that people are enjoying it and are having fun :)

[let-there-be-tboys]

ONE MONTH ON T!!!!!!!🎉🎉💥🎉💥🎉💥

wow wow wow! god this is incredible. i’ve been at around 25-30mg per week and i’m already noticing a few changes:

voice: i think i’m cracking a little more? and it might be a little lower? but it’s such a small change i could be imaging it. i’ve been resting my singing voice due to a very strenuous concert/competition season that ended two weeks ago, but i’m going to keep working it more over the holidays, so we’ll see!

physical changes: HOLY BOTTOM GROWTH. Christ. they weren’t kidding when they said it happens fast. pretty weird, but i don’t hate it!

there are a few more hairs on my upper lip and chin, barely noticeable if i’m not looking super close in the mirror in good lighting. but they’re there!

chronic pain is the same as usual, i’ve started working out regularly (taking ADVANTAGE of the roids bro) and eating more protein. right now i can’t tell if it’s made any change but i feel pretty good!

orientation stuff: GIRLS. FUCK. AGJDHDJDHDBBFJEGDDHWJSHSK. i’ve identified as gay for a LONG time but yeah no i am slowly accepting that i like girls too. i’ve liked a few girls before T, never anything serious at all, but lately i’ve been more accepting of seeing a girl and thinking she’s pretty like THAT, not just like, aesthetically pretty

i’m still very much asexual, i don’t feel sexual attraction towards people, however my libido has increased a bit. i didn’t really HAVE a libido before so this is unfamiliar and strange. i have been surprisingly neutral on this. i don’t really care ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

mental health and stuff: craaaazzyy stuff has been happening in my life that’s like, outside of my control, so on the whole i haven’t been too great. but INTERNALLY, i feel so much better. more comfortable with my body, more confident in myself, generally happier!!!

i am so happy i started T, SO happy i made the leap of faith. it was scary, and it continues to be scary, but every week it gets easier :) every week it feels a little less like fear and a little more like excitement

[cupcakeslushie]

Febuwhump day 16: Came back wrong

Future EW Donnie getting trapped by the Technodrome.

[splankie]

is blowing up a volcano after ur first kiss couple goals

[toxictrannyfreak]

I strongly feel that in Hawk’s evil bitch s3 era he gets super into American Idiot. Stewing in his room punching the wall like no one understands me… I’m so alternative while listening to one of the biggest hit albums of the 21st century. When Demetri tells him it got a musical adaptation he gets so mad he punches Kyler

[longagoitwastuesday]

ngl it sort of pisses me off the way adults regard Gojo in Jujutsu Kaisen at times. Which could be a very interesting and poignant point in a good way if well written, but as it is it becomes mainly just frustrating and sad in a negative way.

Nanami saying Gojo never cared about anything or anyone other than himself crashes interestingly with Kusakabe saying the whole situation was just all his fault because he refused to kill Itadori. The students are very aware of those aspects of Gojo's personality, but overall they seem to regard him with way more kindness and fondness even when at their rudest, not truly coinciding with either Nanami's or Kusakabe's views.

[ruvviks]

coming up with zombie apocalypse stories is always fun because you can just say whatever and people will just have to take your word for it

[giantkillerjack]

It's difficult to describe growing up my entire life thinking my copy of All Dogs Go to Heaven 2 was in fact simply All Dogs Go To Heaven.

The last thing I remember from this property was watching An All Dogs Christmas Carol.

I have located the first movie, which I have never seen.

THE TONE SHIFT. IS. RATHER JARRING, FOLKS.

Imagine if you always thought that The Secret of Nimh 2 was the actual movie The Secret of Nimh... and then one day you saw the original.

[bmpmp3]

post ankle-twisting clarity

[fisheito]

OMG. that means... Cloaca Crew........

WAIT.

✨C l o a c a C r e w✨

[front-facing-pokemon]

[sarroora]

OUUUUGH I MEANT TO SAY THINGS TO YOU EARLIER I FORGOR

Ok but that researching thing is SO REAL like i swear I'm not plotting to poison cats 😭

Also I'll chuck some headcanons at you because it's been a minute since I've done so

T.C. sleeps like he's dead and this varies only between In-The-Coffin and Just-Been-Murdered

Benny's jacket is probably handmade from his Ma from when he was younger and he just never outgrew it because he's so smol

If you were to brush Chooch you could make a whole nother Chooch out of all the fur you get, and Chooch would still be just as fluffy as he was before. (Infinite fur glitch?)

Spook ekeke's in his sleep. You can just hear him chattering in some corner of the alley or when he's napping on his beanbag. The gang tells him this all the time and he never believes them.

Fancy's tubby figure allows him to perfectly imitate loaves of bread on accident. At one point he was mistaken for a nice round loaf of Pumpernickel when he was napping in front of a bakery. Scared the hell out of a little old lady and himself when she tried to pick him up.

Most of Brain's habits are very catlike as he was the latest out of all of them to be integrated into a humanized society so he still makes short sprints on all fours before walking on twos and will always flee on all fours if he's scared. He also does that chicken legg thing to clean his legs SHAMELESSLY because nobody explained to him why that might be considered inappropriate to humans.

SEPARATION THINGY IGNORE THIS 💃🧚💃

Bonus Brain HC that also doubles as a teaser for my backstory fic of him; sometimes he just says the name of an emotion he's feeling because the lil ol library lady who taught him how to speak told him to 'say his emotions' to help process them and he took that literally. He slowly weaned off that habit when he got older but old habits die hard so now you'll very rarely hear him whispering 'happy!' to himself or saying 'confused?' to somebody. However he never stopped yelping 'afraid!' when frightened and running away.

So yeah there we go *breakdances*