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lollytea · 7 months

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I don't think Willow and Hunter start dating immediately after the events of W&D. They know they're something and they're both open to exploring that when they're ready. But they also agree that it would be in their best interest to adjust to their new normal and do some soul searching before they make themselves an official item. They don't consider themselves dating but they don't consider themselves single either. And the way the two of them approach their feelings for each other in this murky limbo state is vastly different for both of them.

Like if somebody asks Willow if she's in love with Hunter, it's like

Willow: Am I in-...? Well, it's...complicated. It's a very complicated situation we're in and I don't want to make any bold decisions right away. Do I love him as a friend? Of course I do. Am I physically attracted to him? Yes, but hormones don't mean love. Am I also emotionally attracted to him? Yes, but a crush isn't love. Do all of these things at once equate to being in love? Well, that seems like the kind of question that would keep a very nervous very scared person lying awake all night. Good thing that's not me, haha. It's not like I'm scared to be in love and I'm subconsciously avoiding confronting the fact that I am. I just believe in staying rational and analyzing your emotions so you don't get too reckless and dive into things without thinking. You'll hurt yourself. I've heard that's it's really easy to hurt yourself when you're in love. You see it's...we...Hunter and I met at a really crazy time, when I was just starting to become the witch I want to be. And then everything got so much crazier and we were confused and scared and it was hard to think about who you wanted to be when you weren't where you wanted to be. So now we're home. And finally, we have the chance to figure ourselves out. And that's exactly what we're gonna do. I want to be with him...eventually. When we're ready. I like him and I want to kiss him but I'm not in love with him. I'm totally not.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Bonesborough

Del: Willow seems like a nice girl.

Hunter: Yeah. I'm in love with her.

#do you understand my vision of Willow having a very tangly brain when it comes to putting her heart in somebodys hands #i feel very strongly about this #also i really enjoy the idea that loving somebody is one of the few things that Hunter is certain about #since LR aired ive been seeing headcanons from hunlow dislikers and hunlow enjoyers alike #that hunter is confused #always confused about how he feels about willow #thinking for the longest time that this is just platonic admiration #or people saying hes confusing platonic admiration for a crush #confused. confused. hes always confused #nothing wrong with that headcanon #everybody can interpret hunlow whatever way they want. im not a cop #but for me personally i always saw it as like. once he realized this was a crush he knew exactly what he wanted from it #never been so sure of something in his life #huntlow

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anotherpjofan · 1 year

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You know what I feel like Sally Jackson should have just kept the medusa's head. Like obviously she can protect herself and all but you never know when she would need to protect herself against mythological creatures right? so can you imagine if she just brought it out during the titan war and BAM the war is over cause Kronos/Luke is a statue

#percy: mom??#sally: sweetheart i always told you to not worry when im around #percy:...#paul: ive never been more in love #funny pjo #pjo #percy jackson #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hcs #pjo funny #annabeth chase #pjo hc #pjo headcanon #pjo headcanons #sally jackson #paul blofis

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yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt · 8 months

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More Nonsense from My Ambrosius Stan Account Post:

As someone who got on Tumblr a couple years ago not really knowing the culture and rarely posts because I don't think anyone cares about the silly worms in my brain I'd like to give everyone who thought it was funny and left a like or a tag or a reblog a very I Love You and here is some more thoughts about it I had through the day that I thought nobody would care about but am posting now

The account was named @gold_loin_love and gained notoriety for being the only stan account Ambrosius actually followed

During the live stream Ballister answered the questions (that he had his followers submit beforehand) while still in character, despite the fact that he was laughing his ass off and Ambrosius was with him.

Example: "'Do you think Ballister and Ambrosius are going to get divorced?' Absolutely. They're terrible together and honestly not even cute. They probably had some cringy beach wedding with their weird pink child officiating. Ew, next question"

Ambrosius would frequently interject

"Do I think Ambrosius was toxic for cutting off Ballister's arm?"

Ambrosius, stealing the phone: "Yes he needs to be cancelled immediately."

Ballister, taking it back: "Wrong that weird creep deserved it to be honest"

He read a couple questions that were defending him and after giving them his joke answer about how they were wrong, thanked them sincerely

(sad time) The first thing he posted after the events of the movie, during which he obviously wasn't posting although how fucking funny would it have been to be Ambrosius and see Ballister's fake stan account post "lol get his ass I hope he died" over footage of him MAIMING HIM in light of all that was happening was "I'm sorry that I've been gone, the death of the Queen really took a toll on me, she was a real role model and inspiration of mine. I'm especially sorry to Ambrosius. I wish I hadn't run away. I wish I'd been there for you through all this, I know it must have been so hard. I really hope everyone forgives him."

(sad time over, silliness resumed) He'd use the account to make fun of Ambrosius and himself in every capacity imaginable

"Check out what Ambrosius wore to the national conference, I love how it's so shiny you can't tell how busy and incongruent the patterns are 😍 we love a maximalist king!!!"

"Ballister Ballhard surprises nobody wearing armor he got at the emo booth of a Renaissance Fair."

There is so much potential for this and I'd love to see more of Ballister being a silly goofball

#nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #goldenheart #idk tumblr culture if i do something wrong pls tell me #im always scared to post if i might commit a faux pas #and to the people who said they'd want to draw this or write or read about it #you have my every permission #and i love you #if someone made something inspired by my cringe brain?#id cry so hard i threw up from love #ive stolen so many people's headcanons for the jumbled fic in my google drive that will never see the light of dat

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strawglicks · 7 months

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A MEETING OF TWO MINDS IS ONE YEAR OLD AND IM NORMAL ABOUT IT

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emimii · 24 hours

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idk if you're still taking requests... but if you drew misto/coricopat i would owe you my entire life. all of the love in my body would be yours. i would survive another year due to this kindness alone.

YOU DONT OWE ME ALL THAT ALL U GOTTA DO IS LIVE AND BE HAPPY 🦐👍

here is corico and misto in da rain

#random headcanon ive always had is like #magic is either upfront and outwards like with misto or passive and deeprooted like coricopat and tantomile #like their magic is more like being able to sense the weather or being hyper aware #a sort of everywhere and all knowing energy #i dunno just my rambles #i love these magical lil guys #cats the musical #cats musical #mr mistoffelees #coricopat #art #emi’s asks

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puhpandas · 5 months

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Veering Off Course

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Gregory and his family get a call that Vanessa, whos in a different state for college, has gotten hurt. Gregory calls Evan, and Evan is able to use the things he's learned about himself since meeting Gregory to help his friend with his emotions regarding the situation.

Its early in the morning on a Saturday when Evan gets the call. It woke him up, so all he does is blink groggily and swipe at the screen blindly while propped up on his elbow until his thumb hits 'answer' on his phone. "Hello?"

"Evan." It's Gregory, and the serious tone to just that single word clears up Evan's brain as fast as lightning. He scrambles to prop himself into sitting up and rubs at his eyes with one hand.

"Gregory?" Evan asks, looking at the little icon he set for Gregory's contact of a picture of Evan and him at an amusement park. "Is everything okay?"

It takes a second for Gregory to respond, and it causes the anxiety that had steadily began to bubble inside of him to surge. "Gregory?"

"Sorry." Gregory finally answers. "I-- Uh... can you..." His friend struggles for words, and Evan tries to be as patient as possible as it becomes clearer every second something is wrong. "Can you come over? Like right now?"

Evan flounders for words for a second, but manages to force his mouth to say, "Of course."

"Okay." Gregory replies, and a surge of worry shoots through his chest when Gregory sounds like he might cry. He takes a breath on the other end, then, "Please hurry."

After that, Evan only lingers enough to respond with a short confirmation and goodbye before hanging up the phone. It takes him record time to shoot out of bed, sling on some shoes, and get down the street a few houses to Gregory's own.

His mind had played multiple awful scenarios of what terrible thing could have happened the entire time, but his worry does not ebb when he makes it to the porch and knocks on the door to a teary eyed Gregory.

Evan's immediately herded inside. Freddy has his phone in his hand pressed up against his ear, and he's pacing around the room. Aunt Chica and Aunt Roxy sit in the living room. Bonnie is sat in a dragged-over dining chair by Freddy and frowning.

It's dead silent in the house; even the TV and seemingly endless energy flowing through and causing bustling noise is snuffed out to nothing. Evan watches as everyone sits completely seriously and quiet, hands held in their lap or thrumming against something.

Impatience, is what Evan first thinks of. They're waiting for something. News, maybe? Freddy is on the phone. It's so silent you could hear a pin drop. Or somebody else's phone vibrate.

Evan's dread and anxiety only get worse when Gregory shuts the door behind him and tugs on him a bit. Evan follows without struggle, thousands of words and questions on his tongue when Gregory leads him to one of the unoccupied seats in the living room; a loveseat.

He sits down with him, and Gregory's face is scrunched up in barely restrained worry. Evan watches his friend, who's been an anchor for himself for so long, tremble and hunch in on himself. "Gregory?"

Gregory's eyes dart to him, and Evan leans down, hunching forward with his elbows rested on his thighs like theyre their own personal bubble. Evan's own brows furrow, and he feels the familiar thickness in his throat just at watching his friend be upset.

Evan grabs at his hand, squeezing it tight and lacing their fingers together. "I'm really worried, Gregory... please tell me whats wrong." Evan pleads. "Please?"

Gregory nods unsurely after a moment, and Evan watches him swallow thickly before turning to him fully. "Dad got a call from the University of Oregon today."

Evan's brows raise, but he nods to keep going. The University of Oregon is the college Gregory's sister, Vanessa, had left home to go attend. Evan hasnt gotten the chance to meet her, yet. She's already been gone two years strong, with a seemingly bright future. Evan's heard Gregory and his family talk about her enough to know her talents.

Gregory's breath hitches, and Evan wraps his other hand around Gregory's, the one he already has ahold of. He sandwiches it in-between his own and hopes it's enough comfort.

"Somebody called us and told us Vanessa got into a car crash today. On campus."

It's like a bucket of ice water is poured on Evan's head. His feet go cold, and his eyes widen to saucers. Fear shoots like an arrow through his stomach. When he stops reeling from the news, he watches Gregory begin to shake and lose the carefully gathered composure he'd put up since Evan arrived.

"They said..." Gregory's brows are furrowed so much it looks like it hurts. Theres a clench in his jaw and a wetness to his eyes Evan isnt used to. "They said she's already been taken to the hospital and is in surgery." He frowns, and theres a twist in his lip that Evan is so familiar with. "They... a-all we can do is wait. They told us they'd let us know any updates."

The house is thrown back into such jarring silence after Gregory stops talking that Evan's ears start ringing. Which makes it clear as day when Gregory's breath turns harsh beside him.

Evan tears his eyes away from the floor and ignores the twisting feeling in his chest to look at his friend. He has his face buried in the hand that isnt held by Evan and is shaking in a way where you can tell theyre trying so hard to keep it together. Gregory's angled away from him, but Evan can see the panic on his face even from where he can see.

Evan's breath hitches, and the thickness in his throat begins to turn into burning as he scootches closer to Gregory on the couch and sets a hand on his shoulder. He tugs a bit until Gregory gets the message and let's him wrap his arms around his middle and hold him close.

Gregory makes some sort of horrible, upsetting hitching noise that causes the dam to break for Evan, before he sort of flops against him and brings up his own arms to clutch at his T-Shirt. Gregory's head thumps against his shoulder, and it's one of the only times Evan really becomes aware of the height he has on his friend.

"Its okay..." Evan says into Gregory's shoulder, because it's all he knows to do in the moment. He glances around and sees that Gregory's family has shifted to the dining room, leaving them alone. Evan finally feels the tears slip from his eyes as he presses closer, hugging him like his life depends on it. "Its okay, Gregory. It'll be okay."

"It's--" Gregory says, and Evan can hear how much his voice shakes with barely contained tears. "Its not. I can't-- We can't even go see her. We can't go and wait for her to wake up, or anything... we just have to--" He cuts himself off, and Evan feels Gregory shake harshly against him.

"We just have to sit here." Gregory says, voice thick. "I dont know what to do, Evan. I don't know what to do."

And its only that sentence that causes Evan to grapple at what to do, if his friend can't. And all he can think about is how himself would react if it were Gregory getting hurt.

All he'd be able to do is cry, he realizes. He wouldnt be able to do anything. Just wait and be scared.

But that's what Gregory is getting at, isnt he? He can't do anything. That's the thing. Evan has known Gregory long enough to get him. To know, him. Evan knows that Gregory doesnt sit around and cry like Evan does. He prefers to get up and do something about whatevers wrong.

Hes a problem solver instead of waiting around. A fighter instead of a crier. No wonder hes so bent out of shape about this. To have a loved one in danger, and when you're so used to getting up and making a plan to fix a problem and are forced to sit in standby...

Evan eases them down against the cushion of the couch, not once untangling themselves from eachother. Gregory shakes, but he does not cry. "So what would you do if you could?"

The hair from Gregory's bangs brushes against Gregory's neck as he moves his head. "I'd... I don't know. I'd at least try to get to her." Gregory says, voice unbelievably quiet. "At least get to her. Then figure it out from there. Just so I'm not waiting on phone calls."

Evan nods against him, his chin scrunching up Gregory's hair. His tears have long since stopped falling, but he knows he has dry tracks on his cheeks. "You have a plan."

Gregory makes some sort of noise that would sound like a snort in any other circumstances. "I would if I could." Gregory replies, squeezing his arms a bit tighter. "But I cant" He sighs, shuddering and heavy. "I just have to wait."

Evan hums. "You're worried, and you're stressed." He makes the same noise Gregory just did. "I know how you feel... I really do. Maybe not your exact situation, but... I get what it's like to feel helpless." He says. "You know what I would do?"

Gregory hums this time, questionative. Evan rubs circles into his back. "I'd sit there and wait, and wish for it to different. And when it wouldnt be, I'd cry."

Gregorys head shifts against that crook between Evan's chin and chest, almost like hes trying to look him in the eye but the hug prevents him from being able.

"All I ever did was cry." Evan says when Gregory doesnt respond. "Its the only thing that I could do to cope."

"...So..." Gregory asks, and his voice is thick again. "You mean..."

"You're stressed." Evan answers. "You're stressed and you're worried. So... why dont you let it out?"

Evan, out of anyone, knows how valuable emotions can be. He didnt, once upon a time. When everyone would just tell him how annoying it is. How useless it is. How he's asking for it. How he should have toughened up by now. When instead of comfort, he'd receive ridicule and prodding.

That's changed. Ever since a certain someone entered his life. He doesn't think of his emotions, himself so little anymore. So worthless. So maybe that's why Gregory perks up ever so slightly in understanding.

And that's all it takes.

Gregory's trembling turns into shoulder shaking sobs like the snap of a finger. He cries, open and unadulterated, and Evan just hugs him close and rubs his back, offering reassurances like Gregory has done for him so many times.

His own eyes burn when his best friends sobs are heard so openly and he can feel every shudder of his body. Evan's chin scrunches, and the tears fall right along with Gregory as Evan hugs him close, tucking his face into his hair.

"Im--" Gregory cries. "I-Im just so worried about her."

"I know." Evan responds, his own voice breaking as he pets Gregory's hair. His shirt is damp with tears but he doesnt care. "Itll be okay. It'll all be okay."

They stay like that for a while, and Evan can tell Gregory needs it. He needs it. The worry he felt that morning doesnt ever really leave, and it stays ever-present as Evan watches his friend fall apart. They stay stuck together like magnets, eventually only shoulder to shoulder with linked hands on the loveseat, and none of Gregory's family try to peel them apart when they eventually wander back into the living room.

They stay in a state of constant agonizing limbo all day. At 8:00pm, Freddy calls it a night. Gregory protests immediately, but Aunt Roxy calms him down almost seamlessly and convinces him to go to bed.

Of course, Evan follows him. He cant imagine a world where he doesnt. The air mattress stays deflated in Gregory's closet as it has been most of the time nowadays. All Evan has to do is kick his shoes off since he left home in his pajamas anyway and they're wrapped around eachother, tucked in Gregory's bed under his comforter in the dark.

Gregory is silent all throughout the night, even though Evan knows he's awake. Evan just hopes that... he did the right thing. Something knows is that suppressing how you feel isnt good. It never works. No matter how much you want it to.

Gregory taught him that. He just wants to return the favor. Not because he owes Gregory, no. Gregory has long since hammered it into Evan's thick skull that he has nothing to pay him back for. That his kindness is not a deed to Evan, but rather that Evan himself deserves to be treated kindly.

Gregory does, too. Evan knows this with all his heart. Gregory is his best friend and has done more for him than anyone else ever has.

Evan... all Evan did was change. Change for the better. And hopefully he helped the most important person in his life with the things he learned. The things that person taught him.

He hugs Gregory's middle a little tighter, not daring to break the silence. Gregory needs time, but doesn't want to be alone. Evan understands. He does. He just hopes to convey what he truly feels through the one action.

Thank you. I'm here for you. I'll always be here. You're my best friend. I'm so glad you trust me. I trust you as well. So much.

Gregory himself wraps his arms tighter around Evan in turn, and Evan feels like the single movement lso has a deeper meaning he cant read.

They dont speak. They just lay in silence until eventually they fall asleep, stuck together like two puzzle pieces.

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#this oneshot is mostly just to focus more on gregorys character and how i imagine him (not headcanon #his actual canon character) to handle problems.#ive always seen gregory as instead of letting fear/emotions take over #he pushes past to get a task done/fix whatevers wrong. so i wanted to translate that into the flashlight duo universe with the emotional/pr #especially because of how important emotions are to evans growth and how gregory is the reason for that growth #and i also just wanted to finally write a bit of evan helping gregory since ive written so much vice versa.#i needed something for gregory to be super worried over and well. this universe is already family centric. poor vanessa.#its a normal ass world okay theres not much i can do #vanessa is okay btw.#the next day theyre supposed to get news about surgery and recovery and plan to go on a road trip to oregon to see her while she recovers #(i actually already wrote some of it but cut it out because i didnt like where it was going.#just veered (ha) too far away from the core of the fic)#so you can imagine that happening.#anyways hope you enjoyed! still need a better idea to showcase evan helping gregory but i think this is okay for now.#i have some other plans for this duo (as always) having to do with love languages so im excited about that.#lets see how long itll take me to actually write it lol #pandas writes #my fics #flashlight duo #flashlight duo oneshots #gregory #evan #the fazbears #oneshot #kinda feel like this is cringe #but whatever im cringe and im free two cakes etc #not my favorite work ive done but whatever #its okay

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13eyond13 · 4 months

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#heres the thing i love and will always love death note and this fandom #but also i feel like at this point im very bored of it #like i dont seek out fics or have new headcanons to share #and trying to reread it again i always stall and lose interest in favour of reading new stuff #BUT i love the fandom so much and find it so homey #so its like where to go from here?#start a new blog thats not just for death note? because i dont want to turn this one into a non dn blog #but i feel like my interests are naturally going elsewhere #i almost want to have a blog more just for my reading in general instead #i know it would be way smaller of a blog probably but idk #i assume it must annoy new followers if they follow me thinking theyll get a lot of DN and then its just #mostly random other stuff #but blogging to people-please rather than bc you actually wanna isnt a great way to go either #i feel guilty about being bored of DN when in reality ive probably sustained my interest in this series 1000x longer than the average bear #p

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lighthouseas · 1 year

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hot take but i literally don't care what you hc mike as (bi/gay/unlabeled). personally im a gay mike truther but i also understand that we aren't all going to agree and that's okay!! bi mike truthers, unlabeled mike truthers, etc etc you are ALWAYS welcome here. come in, sit down, have a tea, chat for a bit. no judgement here <3

#THIS IS NOT MEANT TO CALL ANYONE OUT #i just want to let ppl know that these things really don't matter at all to me #u can follow me and have different opinions from me and yk what?? totally cool!!#i have 0 problems w that #i like makin new friends on here and everyone ive met in the byler community regardless of their headcanons has been lovely #so. everyone is always welcome !#stranger things #mike wheeler #byler #phoebe speaks

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chronal-anomaly · 2 months

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Thinking about recalls and the automatic recall function on the accelerator. How the accelerator alone burns so much energy, but especially after Recalls is when it hits the worse.

Basic, easy recalls come with routine side effects. Exhaustion, after too many, hunger, dehydration in some cases. Not unlike going for a moderate jog. While she doesn't like to recall in training, she will, and that's usually when you see these the most.

The side effects worsen a bit more when it's more of an extreme recall, occuring either after a long recall or an automatic one following a fatal blow. It will trigger milliseconds before she would die, sending her back anywhere from 3-10 seconds before whatever it was that would kill her (explosion, bullet wound, etc). It's not an exact science, but it usually tries to put her out of immediate harms way again (recalling to empty space, in front of another bullet, etc). It still happens but less so.

The other area where she might see worse side effects is long term recalls. They're highly recommended against by Winston and the rest of the design team, so it's incredibly rare that it happens. While she can recall to any point in her Overwatch timeline life, Winston designed a governor to limited how far back she can recall to.

She overrode this exactly 5 times. 3 of which were spent on going back to watch the Zurich base collapse, look for answers, and try to find survivors. This was a dark, manic point in her life, where she was clutching for any kind of answers ever, at all. The first time it happened, it was only a few days after the explosion. The second, on the one year anniversary and the third, about 4 years after the collapse of Overwatch. Still seeking answers, still failing terribly. There would probably be more, if she wasn't taken into "protective" custody by the UN shortly after clean up efforts were concluded.

The other two visits were to the Slipstream launch, with very similar goals. Those ranged from 2 years after her return and 2.5 years after her return. Trying to understand what happened, how it happened, etc.

The longer she recalls, the more harsh the consequences. Anything within a 3-10 minute recall is fine, with very little side effects. An hour - 10 hours leads to more exhaustion, but barely. That means she can immediately get back up and into the fight. Anything beyond that, things get worse.

Worse side effects include blurred vision, bleeding from the nose and sometimes the ears, vomiting, fainting, stints of incorporealness where she's present but unable to touch anything, and unconsciousness.

Following her last trip to Zurich, Lena slipped into a coma for four days before waking up, as her body tried to replenish depleted energy sources. Winston had a lot to say about that one. Following a particularly nasty ultimatum when fighting omnics one day, Lena was left with the option to run a weapon out of town or let it explode in the middle of everything. Once the automatic recall kicked in, she was out cold for 7 hours, requiring search and rescue from the rest of her team to find her on the empty beach she landed on.

These are all treatable, and not deadly unless the accelerator is overtaxed, like we see in the trailer short in the museum. In that case, the accelerator will go dark until it is charged off her energy to go again, and is usually a pretty terrible moment until she's back. Lena usually finds cover in these rare situations, radioing out to give her 10 until the accelerator is back online. If she can, she'll retreat, but that's not always possible.

#( headcanon. )#maybe perhaps do i like my cliches? maybe perhaps #count hos many references I stole to make this post #anyway i love her #i always end up typing little short headcanons on my phone that get so long and for what #vomiting tw #ask to tag #anyway ive been replaying cyberpunk and thats where some of this comes from #but pls send me asks or something i want to explore it more sb

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idiaa-shroxd · 9 months

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Your cat cafe au is so much fun and so soft I adore it but hearing that Malleus and Leona's cats are friends is so funny to me and spawned the worst idea XD Prefect: Leona, Nebula is pregnant Leona: ...By who? Prefect gestures to Oatmeal and Nebula cuddling.

we share the same brain!! actually working on the cat au ask right now, but have a few irl emergencies that prevented my writing, and here’s a little bit of it! but first let me just say this is 100% my thought process if you and rook have yet to neuter the kitties. oatmeal and nebula have a romeo and juliet love story! \(//∇//)\ more under cut! this isn’t canon in the au or anything but a fun concept!!

“Nebula has never looked better, he scooped her up in one arm and held her firmly against his bicep, smug as she meowed up at him and purred loudly. He had zero hesitation to hold her while walking to his fated rival, looking him and his cat up and down before scoffing. The two proceeded to argue over who’s cat looked better wearing their dorm uniform for a bit, as the two cats seemed content in their arms without hostility to one another. - Leona Kingscholar

Malleus Draconia - As Leona argues with him half his brain has melted to this is the greatest cat. Cat precious. My firstborn is the best in this world. The other half of him smugly picks up his son in his own arm, the cat against his own bicep as he begins talking about how regal he is. Honestly, his cat is just happy to spend time with him and begins playfully nipping at him after not getting enough attention.”

anyways back to the ask!! I’d like to imagine if that actually happened then leona would freak out at malleus, while malleus is shocked he is getting his first grandchild with you already as you reiterate that is a cat, and you both are not married. he’s not listening, to you or leona. they end up being that in law family that despise one another thoroughly like my child is too good for your child but i don’t want to lose custody of my grandchild. cats tend to have multiple kitties at once so im thinking depending on the amount the may definitely mean the boys now live ay Ramshackle with the kittens, with Nebula nipping at her dad proudly showing him her babies and Oatmeal showing his dad his babies too, forcing the two men to bond despite their prominent scowls, but they avoid being too loud because you remind them kittens are sensitive to noises. (。-∀-)

they’d definitely end up trying to adopt the kittens when you graduate.. but that custody battle is a talk for a different day. on the bright side Oatmeal and Nebula finally get to stay with each other openly as they raise the kitties.

for anyone curious ( ^ω^ ) been busy these past few weeks with art fight, and my cat needed a vet emergency, still have to return to the vet later this week, but i’m also working on a r-18 birthday leona fic! friendly reminder my navigation does say mdni and you are responsible for the content on my profile that you view!♪

Σ('◉⌓◉’) actually haven’t written r-18 works for social media in a bit, but i will try my best to make the fic! if anyone does not want to view the content, please block the tag “shrouded in desire.” which i will be tagging the fic, and all r-18+ fics on my profile for those who do not want to see the content!

#questions of styx.#more on the topic of this ask!! it’s ALWAYS fine to send asks like this— and to want to talk or expand on my concepts!!#absolutely love kitty aus and my reqs. are open!! (´・ω・｀)#im happy to receive asks like this!! despite my recent business these motivate my writing \(//∇//)\#my kitty is fine but the medical emergency has just exhausted me from writing and ive been trying to adjust them to new foods and things #that aside i maybe deleted my rollo draft three times because im self conscious ( ´Д`) however will be rewriting!#im working on a leona birthday fic that should hopefully turn out good #im not too sure how good my writing for those kind of fics could be but id be happy to try my best to reward people patiently waiting for #more content!! was surprised despite my unannounced hiatus i still retained a steady follower increase- thank you!!#( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ quick reminder my nav says you’re responsible for what you read and ill try to give another warning before posting the fic and #try my best to tag the fic appropriately. thank you for understanding!!#i also had the idea to sketch and create oc siblings of like each dorm leader so also got distracted #rather than writing had this genuine thought and got possessed with the headcanon that azul should have a brother #don’t ask whether that’s a pos or neg thing but he just needs one.

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orcelito · 9 months

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Ykno it kinda makes me uncomfortable when ppl refer to Vash's genitals with smth like "vashussy". "Plantussy" gets a pass from me bc it's referring to the specific way that the plant biology would be different, but Vashussy???? Do you refer to Any character's genitals like that, or are you just being weird about a trans man??

#speculation nation #this is a relatively minor gripe overall. but idk the way some ppl treat him with respect to the common fandom perception of him being trans #it's just... weird. in some cases it feels straight up fetishy. & it makes me uncomfortable.#up there with the common Sub Vash Only & also him Only bottoming...#trans men can do more than just that... why are the Vast majority of smut fics with Vash bottoming...#YES even if ww isnt trans. vash could have a strap. he should. ww deserves to bottom too.#like damn. i do love a good bottom vash smut but Come On. it's not the only option 😭#im. not trying to start any fights with this btw.#i just. while im definitely happy to have such a widespread trans headcanon among the fandom #some fans r just... so fucking weird about it.#'vashussy' Pheh. come talk to me again if you start using like 'merylussy' or whatever #SEE it sounds weird!!!!! it's so weird!!!! why would you call it that?!???#& ive never seen anyone use like. 'knivesussy' or some shit. then again i tend to avoid that part of the fandom in general #always with vash. aaaalways with vash. why are people so weird about him being trans. what are you guys even doing.

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animangalover-writes · 5 months

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Maybe I am autistic and maybe one of my special interests is the Zelda franchise.

(I literally will not shut up about it once I get going. I've been doing this since I was like 5.)

#literally I can go on and on about lore and headcanons and the mechanics of each game and why i love them all #you dont understand i will literally never shit up if given the opportunity #my older siblings thought that they were just getting me into a game they liked too #WRONG its now an entire part of my personality and is always one stray thought away from becoming my main focus #anyway im not diagnosed but i have a feeling #or maybe ive got adhd who knows #autism #autistic #special interest #the legend of zelda #loz #legend of zelda #zelda #link #aml speaks

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cavinginhisfvce · 1 year

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'Mama?' | ANTIS DNI.

If he thinks long enough, hard enough, Billy can almost vividly picture smooth brown skin, chocolate colored eyes framed by long, gorgeous lashes, and red painted lips.

If he closes his eyes real tight, he can see his mother in all her wonderful glory, smiling down at him as blonde dyed curls whipped wildly in the warm California breeze. He remembers the day she swept him up in her arms and asked if her hair looked good. Billy remembers telling her they matched now! BillyBee and Mama, with their blond hair and long lashes. If not for the fact her skin had been darker than his, his eyes blue while hers were brown, Billy would've been her perfect double.

On a good day, he can hear her whispered promises of loving him forever, can hear her honey sweet voice singing along to the radio while she applied her makeup.

On a bad day, he can hear her cries from his parents bedroom, he doesn't like those days very much.

He remembers the first time he saw his mother with a bruise tainting her otherwise flawless skin, she had tried to cover it up with makeup before Billy could see, but he was quicker than she remembered. He was growing everyday, sometimes it was so hard to keep up.

On the absolute worst days, he remembers the day she tearfully hugged him to her chest, nimble fingers carding through his mess of curls, her voice was watery, and strained. "Mama has to go, baby. But she'll be back, okay? I promise, Little Bird, I'll always come back."

Billy wasn't sure she ever would.

He was too young to understand why she'd left, too young to understand that his father had never been kind to his mother because of who she was. His father never failed to spit nasty slurs in her direction whenever she upset him. She wishes she clocked him for the racist he truly was before they got married, before she knew she was expecting. She always wished she saw the signs before her son was born.

Billy was too young to understand that she left to better their situation one day down the line.

But he's older now, understands a lot more than he used to.

He understands why Susan and Max were never allowed to see pictures of Billy's mother, he understands why neither of them know Billy is mixed with black, and a bit of Puerto Rican. Because Neil didn't allow it. Didn't allow Billy. Didn't allow his mother.

When Max meets Lucas after their move from California, the reason for said move still unbeknownst to the siblings, Billy vaguely warns Max against getting involved with him.

He can tell based off the obvious disgust in her face, she assumes he dislikes Lucas for being black.

Which couldn't be further from the fucking truth.

He had wanted to laugh at her expression, but he refrained. Merely shrugging as he started up the car and peeled out the school's parking lot.

It was her funeral, not his.

Except it would be his, because his father would just assume his son was the reason Max had associated with such people.

In the early weeks of December, Neil had gone on a work trip, leaving Billy, Max and Susan with free reign of the house.

Max had been asking Billy questions about his mother all day, and at first he shrugged her attempts off, his mood souring at the fact he couldn't even talk about his mother because Neil would disapprove.

But, it dawned on him that Neil wasn't there, and he wouldn't be home for a little over a week. He could finally tell Max, at least a little of the woman he missed more with each day.

So, he did.

He told her as much about his mother as he could bother to remember. Some memories always hurt more than others. He avoided those.

It isn't until Max asks to see a photo of her, that Billy drags her to his room and retrieves a small photo album.

He toys with it, clearly debating with himself, before he thrusts the book in her direction, his eyes never meeting hers.

She's silent as she skims through the pictures, aside from the small gasp she let out when she saw the first photo of her. Billy's mother was beautiful. Breathtaking even. But it was not only her beauty that shocked the girl.

Max gently traced the outline of one picture, Billy was perched on his mother's hip, his smile blinding in a way Max has never seen, while his mom's head was thrown back in laughter. This picture, unlike all the others, had words at the bottom.

She didn't recognize the writing to be Billy's, but she guessed it was his mother's. "BILLYBEE'S SIXTH BIRTHDAY"

The next picture is of an older Billy, maybe twelve, with a frown on his lips as his mother wipes at his cheek with her thumb, obviously swiping away something.

When she flips to the next page, it's blank, despite there being several pages left.

After a beat, she whispers, "why didn't you ever tell me?"

Billy, for his part looks ashamed, shrugging as he closes in on himself, "wasn't allowed to."

She wants to ask what he means, but her mom walking into the room cuts her off.

She seems to observe the pair before her eyes find the opened photo album, her brows pinched gently as she tilts her head.

Billy tenses up, prepared to hear the same insults his father threw in his mother's face, and then his own the older he got.

But, no such insults came. Instead, Susan had simply smiled at them and scurried off into the kitchen.

Max and Billy made eye contact, both curious as to what her deal was.

Eventually, the day shifted into night, and Max was once again in Billy's room, though she stayed at the door this time.

"Do you miss her?" It didn't take a genius to figure out who she was talking about, so Billy just nodded and threw his head back against his headboard with a soft thud.

"Yeah...I probably shouldn't, considering she left me with him. But, I get it. At least a little, y'know?"

Max didn't know, but she nodded anyway.

By Wednesday, any conversations of Billy's mother were gone, in their place was a house full of Max's loser friends, and Steve Harrington. Or rather, Steve Harrington's house full of children.

Billy wouldn't admit to anyone to anyone but Steve that he was there solely for him, but he had no one else to tell anyway.

The day was going well, all things considered, until the doorbell pierced the air and disrupted the heated argument the kids were having about one thing or the other, for less than a second before they started up again.

Steve was the one to open the door, meaning Billy was dragged along with him due to their tangled hand. And Billy would rather chew off his own fucking foot than let go of Steve's hand for any reason short of his father showing up.

His reluctance to let go of his boyfriend’s hand proved to be a mistake, because the moment the door opened, all Billy wanted to do was flee. Run out the door, jump out the window. Something, anything just to get away.

Instead, he stayed glued to his spot, his eyes unblinking as he swallowed past the lump in his throat.

"Mama?" Steve immediately went wide eyed, noting the childlike shock in his boyfriend’s voice.

Before Steve could register much else, his boyfriend had launched himself the short distance, at the woman, a sob ripping from him as she wrapped her arms around the shaking boy.

Steve suddenly felt like he was intruding, and had made to leave, before being tugged back by the hand that gripped his own.

A silent plea for him to stay, which he happily obliged.

After what felt like an eternity, Billy had peeled himself for his mother's arms and shakily gestured to Steve, "Mama, this is my Steve, boyfriend," he paused, letting out a breath, "my boyfriend, Steve." He corrected, though he hadn't met her gaze.

Afraid of her reaction. Of the situation.

But the woman just smiles warmly and offers him a wave, "Hello, boyfriend Steve, I'm Billy's mother, Bria." There's a slight teasing to her tone, but it isn't unkind.

She turns to her son, seeming to take him in as she blinks away tears, "four years later and my BillyBee is all grown up, huh?"

Steve remembers Billy telling him his mother had left when he was around twelve, the boy was only sixteen now.

"What are you doing here?" He doesn't sound angry, just shocked, maybe a little weary. But she seems unperturbed, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"I tried to find you last year. But Argyle's grandmother told me your father moved you all out of California. Said they had no clue where he'd taken you." She pauses, pursing her lips momentarily, "I tried to figure out where he'd taken you, but it was hopeless for a bit." She trails off, her tongue clicking thoughtfully.

"Then I got a call. From Susan. We used to work together after I left your father. When she got married, I had no clue it was to Neil. I never told her about him. Then she suddenly moved, and I didn't hear from her until earlier this week."

Billy nods, and Steve yet again is struck with the feeling of intruding, before Billy is squeezing his hand in an effort to ground himself.

"Long story short, she called me and told me your father would be gone, told me where I could find you." She seems to inhale sharply, fingers curling loosely into fists as she stares up at her son.

"I should've come back sooner, but I needed stability before I could even attempt gaining custody of you, baby." She reaches out and takes his free hand, "I see you've built a corner in the world for yourself here, and I won't take that from you. But, I'm not leaving again, Billy. I'm going to fight for you, for our family. I've already filed for temporary custody. The Chief was very helpful."

Billy yet again nods his head, his eyes filling with tears as he grips both Steve's hand and his mom's. "We can stay in Hawkins? I can stay with Max and Steve…?" His mother nods her head this time, smiling up at both boys,

"Of course, Susan told me how close you and Max have gotten, I'd never want to take you away from your sister." She swipes at a stray tear on Billy's cheek, "I don't think I could separate you from Steve, anyhow. You've got a vice grip on his hand, baby. Anywhere you went you'd drag the poor boy along with you."

Steve for his part lets out a laugh when Billy sputters, the elder boy just bumping their shoulders, "I'd probably be the one refusing to let go, ma'am. Max has to bring a crowbar to pry us apart."

Billy's mother laughs at that, her nose scrunched up in the same fashion Billy's does when he finds something particularly humorous. "I don't doubt it." She tilts her head up to meet Steve's gaze, "Call me Bria, none of that 'ma'am' business, you're my son's boyfriend. You're family as far as I'm concerned."

Steve returns her smile, while Billy watches the duo interact, a wide smile twinged with disbelief on his lips.

I can't wait to introduce her to Max.

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sacredglitch · 7 months

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time to feed the hyperfixation with some headcanons for the semi robotic person;

- After the roller skating incident, he took it upon himself to actually learn about skating and now uses it predominantly to move about. Bought a pair of those shoes with the kick out wheels and Heelys, of course.

-Since he, canonly, can pick up other universes and planets TV shows; to pass time he'll find something bizarre and tune out the world to watch it.

- Adding to this he makes himself close his eyes when doing so. Not because it makes him see things clearer, but because when he's focused on the show, he does not blink. Which unnerves the other Muppets greatly.

- This mother fucker is the most autistic puppet I've seen and I will die on this hill

- Also v body dysmorphic. He turned himself from a 'person' to a technobot for crying out loud.

- Y'know how people will stick their tongue out on poles during winter? Digit does it but to CRT TVs. Kermit has walked in on him more times than he can count just face smushed to the TV. Apparently he likes the feel and 'taste'.

- Stims with the coil cable on his switchboard if he's idling.

- Finds a lot of comfort being close to someone. But this can turn out to be a little much for some as Digit doesn't comprehend personal space most of the time. Kermit is the only one that's adapted to him, normally getting Digit to move back a little but holds onto his hand or jacket for assurence.

- Sometimes when words fail him, Digit will take out his head port and plug it into the nearest screen, displaying the thought he's trying to convey.

- If this dude was an actual human, he would be 6' something. He radiates tall slender man.

- Also 100% naturally stands with his hand like a t-rex.

- Flinches a lot and tends to make himself look unthreatening (this is somewhat canon, watch him carefully when Kermit loses his shit over the band practicing, or Gonzo yelling)

- Common sayings tend to pass over his head such as bite the bullet or right as rain. He will take them literally.

- Adding on that, he's had 'blue screen' moments where too many conflicting thoughts or tasks cause him to freeze. Such as needing to ensure the selected shows are working without interfering with the broadcast or similar situations. Usually a flick of his switch fixes him though he feels uncomfortable afterwards, almost like dealing with the after effects of a migraine.

- As much as he loves music and techno, he will happily vibe out to white, brown or static noise if things are just a bit much.

- Favourite dance is The Robot (naturally) but really enjoys The Wave too. Tried to get Kermit to do it with him but he just got the frog flailing his arms in response, implying his arms can't do it. Digit just blinked at him then reversed the dance back, unbothered by it.

there's probably more that my brain has yet to plop in but these are my favourite. I've also been thinking of a what if he was in the muppets (2015) and how he'd fit in...

#rambles to the void #the muppets #the muppets digit #digit tjhh #ive never fallen for a muppet this quick #like even when i watched the show it took me til almost the end to really love Scooter #Kermit's always just been a special little guy #and then being exposed more to Elmo has me loving his goofiness #but Digit? Instant Crush by Daft Punk on that shit #no but fr I treasure him sm #and I'm so sad he's almost forgotten to the modern age #I hope due to his restoration The Jim Henson Company will consider bringing him back #he'd be perfect for the modern age #also just speaking of Kermit I really treasure their friendship too #they just click amazingly #silly men running a silly show what more could you want?#the muppets headcanons #digit headcanons

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