#zach answers asks

[starzzach]

is meow what i think it is 🤭

EVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

yes eva it is indeed what u think it is. for everyone else i have this fic where charles is sort of sometimes a cat. snippet under the cut!

“Carlos.”

A beat of silence.

And then another. 

“Carlos.”

Still nothing.

The silence continues.

“That’s a cat.”

“Fantastic observation.”

“Carlos. You hate cats.”

Carlos looks defensive, offended even. The kitten meows disapprovingly. If possible, he tucks it in even closer to himself. Lando stares. Carlos clears his throat. “Well I don’t hate this one.”

Lando stares a little bit more. “Where the fuck did you even get that. No, wait, when did you get that? When did this psychotic episode start?”

“Don’t you think that’s a little–“

“God, did you steal someone’s cat because you felt some sort of cosmic connection?” Lando windmills his arms in pure, undisguised confusion. “I’m just trying to understand this!”

“No,” Carlos huffs. He scratches behind the kitten’s ear and what the fuck. “But it is. Maybe. A cosmic connection.”

“What happened to Piñon?” 

“I can have more than one pet,” he argues.

Lando scoffs. “Yes you can. You can have your seventy fifth dog. God! Get a puppy, Carlos. You don’t know how to take care of a cat!”

The kitten meows again. Lando did not even know that cats could have different meows. It clearly does not like him. “Can’t you be quiet for a second?” Carlos berates crossly. Lando watches with his jaw threatening to touch the floor as Carlos lays it down carefully on a towel, gently murmuring to it as he mournfully lets it go. Turning back to Lando, he sighs. “Okay. You have one minute to complain.”

So Lando does, absolutely explodes at the chance. “Where did you get a cat? Why did you get a cat? What are you going to do with a c– wait.” He frowns. “Did you get a new girlfriend?”

Infuriatingly, Carlos’ eyes dart to the CAT before he stammers out a snappy “No!” 

Lando might murder this cat. And Carlos, too. But first the cat. “I’m taking your cat away,” he decides, and nearly falls on his ass when Carlos pushes him away with a surprising amount of force when he tries to make a go at the cat. Wincing, he amends, “Okay. Not taking your cat away.”

Despite everything that happened in the last five seconds, Carlos’ stupidly concerned hands are suddenly hovering all around him. “Fuck, Lando, are you okay? I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Thanks. I totally noticed,” he says, trying to stay polite. And he is, well, okay. He will survive. Nurse his wounds and ghost Carlos for a couple of days. Hopefully enough time for Carlos to get rid of the damned ball of fur. But then they will be okay. “God. I need you to start answering my que–”

Riiing!

Shit. The meeting. Oscar is going to kill him. Lando scrambles to decline the call. Muttering curses under his breath he rushes out of the stupid little room while shouting at Carlos. He also tries not to be too hurt by the fact that Carlos seemed almost relieved to see him going, the kitten already burrowing back into his hands.

Lando has to tell everyone.

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unfortunately this is an extremely stale wip but i do hope to actually finish at least the first chapter by the end of septemeber. we will see. we will pray

[assiraphales]

me at eleven years old when I watched bones at 8pm on a school night in disbelief as i found out that not only was the dorky lab assistant apparently a cannibal apprentice serial killer in training but my favorite friendship on the show was also effectively ruined: what the hot diggity dog

[nick-cassidy]

now who is Holger

my best friend and tennis player Holger rune … 21 . can’t drive . hates most creatures on tour . likes Twitter . addicted to wearing short shorts . … has the worst case of European or gay on earth

[incorrectgallaghergirlsquotes]

Do you think Bex, Cam or Macey or Zach will ever teach at the Gallagher academy in the future?

Honestly I could see all of them teaching there at some point. Coming in to teach coveops or another class for a semester or a year could be fun for Bex or Macey. I do think Cammie eventually takes her mom’s position as headmistress. And it is my personal headcanon that, rather than have Zach just be the Gallagher coveops teacher, I think he becomes headmaster of Blackthorne.

[commsroom]

if hera could eat, i think she'd be completely prepared for indulgence, but she would ultimately prefer subtler / more natural flavors. like, hera is getting pistachio rosewater ice cream while eiffel is creating ungodly sugar concoctions out of the most brightly colored artificial flavors known to man. minkowski - needless to say, a big fan of ice cream! - is a healthy eater through rigorous discipline, but in her heart of hearts, she does want, like. dark chocolate cherry with cake bits in it. minkowski earnestly believes in the concept of a "cheat day" and marks them on her calendar. which is a real "how do you live like this" moment for eiffel, on multiple levels.

[the-little-knight]

Sometimes drawing Beebee reminds me...

SOMETIMES I CAN ACTUALLY MAKE THE UNHINGED CLOWN ADORABLE AS FUCK....

[jokerislandgirl32]

Lol I ice skated 2 days ago, looked like a baby deer on ice-

Violet V. Posting

Well if you looked like that:

Zach and I looked like this:

Us trying to ice skate is not a pretty picture 😂. In response to this post 😊.

[thosetrollkids]

❄ for Jim and 🍭 for Steve if possible please

Angsty art meme!

❄️ Frostbitten

don't go fighting ice spirits without proper bundling up!

[definitelynotdamiano]

Damiano David | Decision To Go Solo, Måneskin, Born With A Broken Heart - Zach Sang Show, 12.12.2024

[braininatankwithalaptop]

What about Celestial warlock! Zach? 🤔

Thematically it fits 100% perfectly. Zach literally made a contract with the angels and got power from said contract. No notes on that front. Unfortunately, there is a huge mechanical aspect missing. In my experience with warlock in most editions (3.5, and 5e), warlocks are generally known for having the most casting "ability," eldritch blasting and hexes, they are usually much more limited in terms of spell flexibility. You may theoretically have access to eldritch blast which is a very consistent attack, and some other very good at will abilities, you have the equivalent of fourth of the amount of spells known. Sure you can do your magical abilities all day (provided enough short rests in 5e), but at level 20 you get, like, 13 total spells/spell equivalents, while most classes surpass that flexibility by level 8.

I think in terms of balancing mechanics and flavors, Zach could be a sorcerer/warlock multiclass.

Although if we're able to step away from "basic" class building, Zach as a pathfinder witch, the pathfinder warlock equivalent, using the charisma based subclass (called seducer, lol) would fit much more.

[starzzach]

*ahem* son of the sea god ? 👀

hiiiiiiiiii malllllllllll

this one is really funny bc i have 1 wip of them being the gods, and this wip of them as the children of the gods set in a percy jackson-esque universe.

i haven't worked on this fic in a while but there's a solid enough foundation i think the snippet (under the cut) will make sense!

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In fact, he hopes he can get another kiss out of the whole encounter, but Charles is sighing, standing up and tugging on the collar of his shirt, dragging Carlos with him. “Come on,” he says airily, dusting down his shorts, and tousling his perfectly styled hair. “It’s time for lunch.” Pointing down at the camp, he uses his other hand to take Carlos’, leading him down as if he hasn’t used this path countless times.

There are jeers and whistling from some of the other campers when they emerge, but Charles doesn’t drop his hand. Rumours have flown around about the two of them for more summers than Carlos cares to count. Lando spies him from the archery range, waving wildly in greeting. Carlos doesn’t have the chance to wave back, jerked yet another way by Charles’ iron grip. “Where are we–?”

“Lunch,” is the only answer he gets.

They’re, like, not really heading to lunch though. Unless the layout of the camp has completely changed in the months Carlos has been gone, the mess hall is in the opposite direction to which they’re moving in. He tries to fall in step with Charles but he’s making it much harder than it needs to be with the length of his stride. They walk past the Zeus and Hera cabins through to the Poseidon cabin, which Charles opens harshly with his shoulder, nearly knocking the door off its hinges. “You’re stronger these days,” he tries to joke, but Charles merely shoves him in, rolling his eyes. “What–”

“Gods,” Charles complains under his breath, hardly audible over the shut of the door behind them, “why can’t you take a hint?” Carlos only has a moment to try and comprehend the situation before Charles is walking them backwards, capturing his lips in a kiss so brutal he wonders whether the goal of all this is pain or pleasure. The air in the cabin has always been slightly salty, but Charles’ sweetness almost seems to be in a battle with it. Carlos loses himself in the embrace as his back hits the wall, arms hesitantly encircling Charles’ waist as his hands make their way along his jaw to his hair. 

An embarrassing noise escapes from Carlos, and he can feel Charles smile against his mouth, grip lightly tugging on Carlos’ hair in retribution. Carlos would stay here forever if he could, hiding away from his responsibilities and lost in Charles’ embrace instead. He deserves it, after the last two, three, four, five years. If it’s what Charles wants too.

Charles leans back, nibbling on his bottom lip before he lets go. He doesn’t go too far. Carlos doesn’t think he could take it if he did. His breathing is heavier than normal, which he takes as a small victory along with the redness coating his whole face, stretching down his throat and disappearing into the neckline of his shirt. But even after all that, he still looks mildly irritated.

“What hint?” he asks incredulously, brows furrowing. He’s getting increasingly tired of being left out of the loop, especially like this.

But Charles steps back for real this time, clearly wanting to use his hands in what is sure to be an argument, and Carlos feels his loss immediately. “After this winter?” he says, as if that makes anything clear. “You don’t even check to see if I’m here? If I came?”

He sounds… he sounds something close to hurt. Carlos’ frown deepens. He’s actually seriously at a loss here. Much had happened last winter, but nothing immediately comes to mind. “What?”

“You–” And, yes, here is the hand irritated hand waving, accompanied by his signature pacing. If the other campers could see him now, the senior counsellor of the Aphrodite cabin losing his shit over Carlos of all people, well, it would cause serious scandal. “You’re so annoying!” he huffs out, and Carlos blinks.

He was. Well, expecting worse. “But, why?”

Charles covers his face in what seems to be a silent scream. “If you want to be together then we have to be together,” he stresses, glaring venomously at Carlos as if he’s a piece of mould on the wall and not someone he’s proposing a real romantic relationship to. “Stupid. You’re so stupid, gods.”

“But I didn’t even do anything!”

“Exactly!” he says, and now he’s more confused than ever. “You can’t just kiss me and then not make anything, you fool.”

“Do,” he corrects distractedly, trying to process the whole conversation. He cannot quite tell if Charles is speaking, well, normally, or if his words have a sweet tinge to them, fogging up his thoughts. He blinks and then looks back up at Charles in surprise. “You want to be together? With me?”

Charles closes his eyes, counting wordlessly to himself. After a beat, he says: “I’m going to drive my knife through you.”

Carlos is sure even his ears turn red. “Oh.”

“‘Oh’,” Charles mocks, but he’s red himself, too. That’s him blushing twice in one day. A new record. (Certainly not, but, come on. Carlos has earned the right to exaggerate.)

After a few moments of silence, they both speak up at the same time. 

“So–” 

“You–”

Carlos scratches the back of his neck in a nervous gesture, holding out his other hand for Charles to hopefully take. Hopefully is pushing it, because his arm doesn't feel like his own, but the air tastes salty again on his tongue. “Lunch?” he asks, avoiding his eyes. They’re green in this light, and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to look away if he does.

Charles clears his throat. “Okay,” he says indifferently, interlocking his fingers with Carlos’ as if that was a totally normal thing to do.

As if Carlos wasn't going to obsess over this for at least tonight.

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honestly this fic has been kind of a headache to characterise bc half of their backstory is inapplicable due to their new parentage so. yeah. also i won't be hearing any complaints about their godly parents ESPECIALLY if its about charles (if you're thinking why not ares for carlos. you are thinking correctly)

[beannary]

Gotta say. Got in the Halloween mood, started rereading Flesh and Bone for funsies, and now I am 18 episodes deep into the Magnus Archives???? Holy moly WHDKKWBDSJ

-Zach

AAAH HI ZACH!!!!! That’s so wild that you’re rereading flesh and bone I never considered it to be something that is worth rereading and now you’ve got me blushing on this Friday night ☺️ but dude I’ve been wanting to get back into tma and I think I might start listening to it again now that you’ve brought it up

[cammie-morgan-goode]

In OSOT, when cam comes back, zach says it's different, and he seem a bit distance quite a while, with him & bex always together. Do you think he's also mad at cam that's why? Or something else?

Oh my poor Zachy boy…

Zach’s mad. He’s furious with Cam. He’s pissed at her.

But not for the reasons we think.

Zach is the one who gave Cammie the idea of running away. He said so in OGSY. He told Cam that they should run. That they would keep each other safe. And Cam told him no. Cammie told him that that was not an option.

And what does she do? She leaves without him and she runs.

Zach doesn’t know where she is. She didn’t leave a note for anyone, she didn’t say goodbye, she’s just gone.

Zach has nobody. He can’t go home. He can’t go to his mom. He can’t go back to school. He doesn’t know if Cammie is even alive until they find her in Switzerland. And during that time he has Bex. And Bex is the only constant in his life that summer. She is the only one keeping his feet on the ground and keeping him from doing something stupid. Because if he can’t find Cammie, what does he have left? Joe’s in a coma for goodness sake.

And then to make matters worse, Cam comes back and she’s different. She can’t remember anything from that summer. He doesn’t even want to think about what she could’ve endured. He doesn’t want to process that. Between the sessions with Dr. Steve, the weapons incident, the memory loss, the fact that the Circle is still out there…

He tried to find Cam and he failed.

Things are different between them and while Cam is trying to process that and her missing summer, Zach is trying to process the fact that anything could have happened to Cammie and there was nothing he could do to stop that.

[incorrectgallaghergirlsquotes]

If there is/are taylor swift song that best describes the relationship of Zach/Cam, what is it and can you please make a short blurb out of it 😭 (obviously a swiftie) 🤭

No Taylor songs Zammie quite as hard as I Know Places and End Game. Those ones are pretty self explanatory, but songs like Mine, Sparks Fly, and Call it What You Want are also very Zammie coded. But for a quick blurb? I'm gonna go with You Are In Love:

It's in the way he catches her eye from across the room. In the way his expression shifts into something just for her to see. It's in the way he buttons the top button on her coat when they leave. It's in the innocuous joke she makes about chivalry. It's in the small talk she makes while he drives. It's in the way they have each others coffee orders memorized. It's in the way he stops on the sidewalk to point out the stars (because he knows she likes them). It's in the way she feels when their shoulders brush. It's in the way she burns toast trying to make breakfast. It's in the way he only notices that she's wearing his shirt. It's in the kisses they share in public and the fights they have in private. It's in their refusal to go to bed without reconciling. It's in the way he pulls her in closer in their bed. It's in the way he whispers,

"You're my best friend."

And it's in the way that he's hers. And they both know it.

[commsroom]

it is a little funny to me that zach valenti is a vegetarian and seems generally health conscious, considering that doug eiffel is... not that. the opposite of that, even. eiffel would say french fries should count as a vegetable. eiffel thinks ham & pineapple pizza covers all necessary food groups. eiffel has a meat & carbs & grease based diet, sustained by a quick metabolism and an iron stomach. and he is like aggressively american; eiffel is the guy they make novelty fast food items for. there is nothing in this world he wants more than a burger that is also a pizza. doritos® locos tacos and baja blast. that radioactive looking flamin' hot cheetos mac and cheese? he would eat that. no question. that guy loves koolaid flavors that don't even resemble artificial fruit.

[biologyologyy]

HEYY I dunno if u have an Hamilton s/i but.

What would ur s/i’s outfit be ?? I was thinking it’d be similar to bullet’s outfit or samual seaburys but. Idk :3

For totally non silly reasons,,

I actually have been wanting to make a s/i so bad but I haven't been able to bc I don't know what the outfit would be....

I do love Samuels' outfit though so I think if I were to make a s/i I'd probably make the outfit similar to his ^_^