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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 7 months

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The Carnival - Charles Leclerc

<word count - 2554> |part 1 - The Elevator|

Sunday rolled around slowly, and you couldn't have been more excited. It was a cold winter's night, so you wrapped up in a scarf, beanie and the largest coat you owned. Charles said he'd be there soon, and you expected to meet him in the lobby downstairs.

Just as you were about to leave your apartment, there was a knock on the door. You rolled your eyes, not having the time to deal with anyone right now. But when you opened the door, you were greeted with a sight for sore eyes.

"Sorry, I'm a bit early," he smiled, standing in front of the door with his hands in his pockets. He had glasses on and a black turtleneck on under his jacket. He looked incredible. "Don't worry, I was just coming downstairs to meet you,"

"Well, I came to you. We're taking the stairs, right?" he chuckled, stepping aside to let you out of the door. "I am never taking that elevator again," you responded, earning a further laugh from Charles.

"I can wholeheartedly agree on that," he said, starting to walk with you down the hall, and then down the stairs. As you walked down the street, you were itching to ask him all different kinds of questions. But, he got there first, "Would you be alright telling me a bit about yourself? Like, what kind of things to you like to do?"

"Well I really like reading, and I love baking, even if I might not be that good at it. You?" you smiled, walking closely by his side as your shoulders occasionally touched."I love driving and cars and that kind of thing. I can take you for a drive someday," he said, enjoying the fact that you didn't know who he was.

It permitted this freedom with you, and there were no expectations to be whoever she thought Charles Leclerc was. He could tell her whatever, and she'd believe him because she didn't know otherwise. He was a complete stranger to her, just like she was to him.

He didn't have to live up to whatever image she might have had in her head, because there wasn't one there. This was one of the few chances he got to sculpt his own picture out of a fresh lump of clay.

"I like cars too, I might not have one, but I like driving them," I said, looking at him. The sun had just set in the sky, leaving a dusky haze over the street you were walking down. The street lamps were on now, and even the harsh yellow glare looked good on him.

"And I'd like you to take me for a drive, that'd be fun," you nodded, "Where are you from? You have an accent that I can't quite place," you asked.

"I'm from Monaco, and I spoke French growing up, so that's probably what it is," he smiled. You like the accent, there was no point in denying it. You should have guessed it was French. "That's really cool," you said.

As you rounded the corner, you were hit with a barrage of brightly coloured, flashing lights coming from the parking lot where the carnival was. Your eyes lit up at the sight of it, and it reminded you of when you were a kid.

Charles adored the way your eyes twinkled as you saw the lights, and the pure joy that spread across your face was priceless to him. "Come on!" you squealed, grabbing his hand without thought and dragging him towards the lights.

The joy and happiness that was on your face was unlike anything. It was the kind of joy that couldn't be captured in the most heartfelt words of a poem, or the most perfectly calculated brush strokes of a renaissance painting.

As the colour reflected on your face, it painted it in all the shades of glee over your skin. It was a look that was so infectious, that spread the same amount of contention to whoever was lucky enough to lay their eyes on the sight.

You pulled him through the entrance, and your mind couldn't make up where to go first. "Where do we want to go first?" you asked, wanting him to tell you where to go.

"Food first? I'm pretty hungry," Charles said, pointing towards the line of food carts and stands that were all connected by strings of warmly coloured fairy lights. "Sure, sure," you said, itching to go on all the rides and play the games.

"How do hotdogs sound?" he said, spotting the hotdog stand and deciding that was what he wanted, and nothing else could hit the spot like that could. "Great, yeah, that's good," you said, walking with him to the stand.

"Which one do you want?" he asked, fishing his wallet out of his pocket and getting ready to order. "Oh, a classic, please," you smiled, getting your purse out of your bag. Charles ordered the hotdogs, and you stood to the side to wait for them to be ready.

"How much do I owe you for those?" you asked, rifling through the notes in your purse.

"Nothing, nothing. My treat," he smiled, pushing your hands away and back towards you.

"Well thank you,"

"No problem," he said as your ticket number was called out. Charles stepped forward, plucking the cardboard containers out of the person's hands and handing one to you. It was topped with relish, ketchup and mustard and it was to die for.

"What do you want to do after this?" Charles said as you wandered around, munching away at your hotdogs. "Is that even a question?" you laughed, and he already knew the answer. As if on queue, the popcorn stand appeared in front of you as you pushed through the crowd.

"OK, OK, popcorn it is," he smiled, finding a bench for you to sit opposite each other on. You hadn't even seen his face that often, since you had only ever really sat next to him, never in front of him. His side profile was nothing to turn your nose up at, but getting to see the full thing was wonderful.

He just had those eyes that had a quality about them. It was that tiny glimmer within the deep green that told you that you had found someone special. Maybe he was just destined to be a friend, but whoever he was supposed to be, he was someone who you wanted to keep around.

"Are you ready to embark on a journey through taste and take on an adventure of the senses?" you said, finishing off your hotdog and standing up as if to usher him along. "If by that you mean the pick your own topping popcorn stand, then yes, yes I am," he giggled.

You put the cardboard containers in the bin and skipped beside him as you approached it. You both scanned the menu and you had trouble deciding what you wanted. "What are you getting?" you asked, hoping it would give you some ideas.

"I'm thinking melted chocolate and brownie pieces," he nodded, also thinking the hot sauce sounded interesting. "OK, I'll get salted caramel and whatever the heck 'marshmallow fluff' is," you said, stepping forward to order.

"I've got it," he said, standing in front of you.

"No, you got the hotdogs, I'll get these," you told him, smiling at the person behind the counter. Before you knew it, the both of you had the classic red and white carnival popcorn containers in your hands.

"And now, the reason we came here in the first place," you excitedly smiled, standing out of the way of the people. "Maybe I actually just wanted to spend some more time with you," he flirted, watching as a pink blush tinted your cheeks. "As if, popcorn comes above everything in life," you said, and he shook his head at how wrong you really were.

"On three," Charles grinned, picking up one of the pieces that was covered in melted chocolate and had brownie bits sprinkled all over it. "OK, here we go," you said, excited to try the famous popcorn that had been recommended to you over and over again.

The both of you took your piece, and you tried not to let out a squeal of happiness. The salted caramel perfectly combatting the near overbearing sweetness of the marshmallows. "This is the best thing I've ever eaten," you said, immediately going for another piece.

"Oh I definitely agree," he smiled, adoring the look on your face. The elation that you had just over a little thing like popcorn. "Can I try some of yours?" You smugly smirked, your fingers slinking closer to his popcorn.

"Absolutely not," he said, swatting your hand away and stepping away from you.

"Come on, you get a piece of mine, I get a piece of yours," you bargained, shuffling back next to him. "Well you never said I could have some of yours," he told you, stealing a piece of yours. You took one of his, and it was pure chocolate heaven.

You had had chocolate and popcorn before, but this was somehow better than the salted caramel and marshmallows. "I kind of prefer yours to mine," he said to you, and you nodded in agreement. "And I prefer yours to mine," you said, and the both of you swapped.

"This is better," he smiled, leaning against the fence behind you. After some time, you had both finished and were ready to play some carnival games. "Time for the coconuts," you said, stopping in front of a stand that had aluminium cans stacked up high.

"You don't have a chance here, Y/N," he challenged, picking up a coconut to throw at the cans. "You're sure about that, Charles?" you teased, also picking up a coconut.

"I have never been more sure of anything in my life," he winked, throwing a coconut and knocking off the top cans. "That's how you think you're going to win?" you mocked, knocking off the top three cans with a smug grin.

"Right, you may have had a better start, but it's all about the finish," he smirked, knocking off the rest of the cans in a second throw. You just side-eyed him, knowing you had to clear off the rest of the cans to beat him. "Not so cocky now, are we?" he teased, folding his arms, unable to wipe the proud smirk off his face.

"Just wait, just wait," you said, aiming for the dead center of the cans and throwing as hard as you could. But you had given it too much power, and you missed the cans completely. "I'm waiting," he mocked, and you whacked him playfully in the arm.

"Keep waiting," you said, setting yourself up for the third and final shot at the cans. You sent a few more cans clattering to the ground, but not enough to win. "You'll have to do better next time," he teased, adoring the way you pouted and stomped up to him.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Now I want to go on the waltzers," you said, strutting away from him, and you gave him no choice but to follow. "What if I don't want to go on the waltzers?"

"Then you'll have to stand and watch as you hold my bags," you pouted, standing on the steps of the waltzers. "You coming?" you said, crossing your arms as the bright strobes of the ride danced around you. "I guess I have to," he playfully rolled his eyes as he stepped on with you.

You got comfy as they started bolting around the track, spinning uncontrollably. You kept on screaming, and Charles could have sworn he was going to go deaf. As the car span round, you gripped onto his arm as you clung onto him for dear life.

The hand attached to the arm you were clinging onto found your thigh and grasped it tightly. He felt grounded, even if he was spinning so fast he thought he might puke when he got off. As the ride slowed to a stop, you both sat there to catch your breath for a second, not making any effort to move.

You fully rested your weight onto him as he turned to his side, seeing the look of excitement on your face. "You enjoyed that?" he asked, gently squeezing your thigh.

"Yeah, I love it! How about you?" You laughed, sitting up properly, still holding onto his arm. It was really loud in there, so you were both shouting at each other, and your voice felt hoarse. "It was great," he smiled.

Sure, the ride was good, but the best bit was you feeling comfortable enough to grip onto him and let him rest a hand on your thigh. "I think the fireworks are starting soon," he said, standing and holding his hand out to you.

You took it as he helped you out of the car and walked you over to the fireworks. "It's kind of cold out here, or is that just me?" you asked, wrapping your arms around yourself to try and warm up a bit. "You are always cold, huh?" he asked, draping an arm over your shoulders and pulling you close to him.

You wrapped an arm around his back, allowing yourself to move into his embrace. You wandered to a good spot to see the fireworks, and you noticed how you blended in with the couples, who were all pressed close to each other.

You didn't stick out in the slightest, the pair of you cuddled close as the countdown to the fireworks began. Before long, the dark night sky was lit up in shimmering golds and bright colours, the light casting down onto your faces.

Charles watched you as you gazed up in bewilderment, your eyes following every flash of colour in the sky. You felt eyes on your face, and you turned to your side. You noticed Charles look back up to the sky as you caught him.

"You OK?" you asked, ogling his face.

"Yeah, I'm brilliant. I just-" he started, cutting himself off out of embarrassment. He didn't want you to think he was moving too quickly, but he just couldn't resist saying what he wanted to say to you. "I just wanted to say thank you for tonight, I have had the most wonderful time and I'm really glad I met you," he blushed, and your heart skipped a beat.

"Well thank you for tonight, I haven't had this much fun in years," you told him as he slowly leant forward. He stopped, waiting for you to initiate something. He needed to know you wanted it, you wanted him.

There was no doubts in your mind as you closed the gap between you and sealed his lips in a kiss. It was soft, loving, near on passionate. You could see the reflections of the fireworks in his eyes, and it accentuated the colour of them.

Neither of you said anything, you just gazed into each others eyes as he tugged you impossibly closer to him. As you snuggled under the glittering night sky, you knew you had found the most specialist of someone's in the most inconvenient of situations.

Charles knew it too, as if your minds were thinking in sync. He planted an affectionate kiss on your forehead, and now that he had you, he was never going to let you go.

A/N - If you have made a request that hasn't been fulfilled yet, just know that they are all I am working on now! And if anyone has anymore, feel free to submit them! 💖

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stardewremixed · 11 months

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What Each Townie Adds to the Community Center After Complete, Pt. 1

Farmer - a farm-to-table dinner once a month and everyone brings a side dish to share

Caroline - expands her fitness class and moves it to the Center (offers 3-4x's a week)

Evelyn - a baking class once a month (mostly cookies, some cakes too. Haley sometimes helps).

Gus - cooking class once a week (and he would be such a good teacher with a gentle, encouraging voice) AND a near daily breakfast for seniors and vets (because he's that kind of guy)

Sebastian - basic computer classes because these townsfolk need to get outta the dark ages. Jk... but seriously, he would open a computer lab. People could come work on resumes, kids could play games after school and on weekends (Sam included), and folks could pay bills online.

Penny would create a kids club for after school on Wednesdays. Vincent, Jas, and Leo all come for storytime, homework help, snacks, and playtime. Jas would donate some of her old dolls and toys. Vincent would create a bug display. Leo would fix up a treehouse out front with help from Robin.

Robin would offer woodworking classes, and she would co-lead an environmental science club with Demetrius (for the social and moral support).

Willy and Elliott would arrange beach clean-up days, and use the Center to create a place for recycling gathering. (And compost - Leah and the Farmer would add).

Gunther would partner with the Adventurer's Guild to host a series of guest lectures on the 2nd Saturday of the month. Archeologists, botanists, monster hunters, travelers, other experts.

Shane would open an AA chapter and suicide prevention support group (with some encouragement from Harvey). Bad coffee. Stale donuts. Everyone feels welcome though.

Band practice would move out of Sam's bedroom and into the Center. He would also organize an open mic night (Abigail would do most of the work, but his enthusiasm counts). He would support and cheer for everyone equally (no matter how off-key).

Elliott would do poetry readings. Once he was published, he would host his book reveal party at the Center. Over wine for the 21+.

Leah would host art classes - sculpting, painting, etc. She would also organize a tri-athlon with Alex.

Alex would fix up the backyard for a kids gridball team. He would have a sports mentorship program (and kids from surrounding towns would attend). Work hard. Play hard. And learn life skills. With a lot of help from other townies.

Haley would create a dark room for anyone wanting to develop their own photos. And she would gladly have many of her own photos on display.

I feel like George would host movie nights with help from Alex, Sebastian and Maru. Alex would hang the projector, Seb would set up the equipment, and Maru would decorate with lights in the yard for movies under the stars in summertime. And bring strawberries to share, of course. Old timey movies. Black and whites.

Harvey (and Maru) would host health clinics, offering free wellness checkups. Gus would provide healthy lunches. They would team up with Caroline for a fitness class. Emily would call her Swami friend for a yoga and meditation demonstration.

Emily would definitely start a sewing circle. Jodi would join. Maybe Marnie. And Caroline would enjoy cross-stitch.

Em would also do additional projects. The younger ladies like Abigail, Sophia, and Scarlett would definitely be into cosplay and costuming together. Abs would drag Sebastian in every once in awhile and Sam would tag along, just cuz. Seb would rock Puck from A Midsummer's Night Dream. And Elliott would make a fantastic Romeo. Haley would definitely be Juliet.

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thetwstwildcard · 5 months

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“The emotions are sometimes so strong that I work without knowing it. The strokes come like speech.”

Full Name: Des Carriedo

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Sexuality: Pansexual

Birthday: August 27

Star Sign: Virgo

Height: 194 cm (roughly 6'4)

Eye color: Pale teal

Hair color: Dark brown fading into grey tips

Homeland: Land of Hot Sands

Dorm: Ramshackle (formerly Heartslabyul)

Club: Horseback riding club

Year: 2nd

Best Subject: Music

Worst Subject: Ancient curses

Favorite Food: Sea Salt Ice Cream

Likes: His sisters(Lyss and Ire), art, music, poetry, sculpting, theater, old literature, flowers, the night sky, baking, and helping Yuu

Dislikes: His parents, seeing Lyss overexert herself, forced physical activity, cruel people, people who use others, dried out paint tubes and controlled creativity/"having to do things by the book"

Hobby: Sketching his dormmates

Personality: Soft spoken, poetic, loyal, when drawing/creating his expression is blank. He may seem stand off-ish but it is because he tries to be respectful

Unique Magic: Cálmate- the ability to quell someone's emotions if he touches them with all 5 fingers. Can be used on people overblotting, though it is dangerous. He takes the person's built up emotions two fold. He can build up several emotions but it becomes more taxing on his mental state. He does art to expell these extra emotions

Trivia

The younger brother of Lyss Carriedo and Ire Carriedo

His UM opposes hers (she riles herself up and he calls her down)

Is friendly with the ghosts of ramshackle and school portraits

He's pretty neutral about his emotions so his personal emotions may seem a mystery to the fact that if they belong to him or not.

Was scouted by the Solstice Watchers for his UM

Transfers to Ramshackle after the Heartslabyul chapter due to Lyss pushing him to not always worry about her

Is seen as a prodigy in both magic and creative skills

Is the main creator of all the new decor Yuu adds to Ramshackle

Made his own piercings though Lyss did his piercings

Calls everyone Miss/Mister/Mx for respect so he uses last names mainly (if they have one) regardless of if they are younger than him

Was a club suit when in Heartslabyul

Is very "disney princess" with being good with animals and children

In the Japanese dub, Lyss is "onee-san" and Ire is "onee-sama"

His horse is named Ava

While he bakes a lot for his dormmates, he doesn't have a sweet tooth

His eyes change colors based on the emotions he takes from others. If his eyes are brown to black he may be close to passing out from too many strong emotions

Has a large michelangelo-esque tattoo on his back

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lafayette-paw-arts · 1 month

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More Poly Vees Headcanons! Domestic Edition!

Since Vox does the lunch & dinner cooking, Val and Velvette will deal with the dishes and put any leftovers away in the kitchen. (Not that there's much cooking dishes since Vox is a pretty tidy cook)

It works in the reverse too, since Velvette and Valentino make breakfast Vox will clean up those dishes, tends to be more of a chore since they are in fact, not tidy cooks.

Vox is always the one on top of laundry, the other two let it pile up a bit before actually doing it. Vox just hates having laundry around, and he has a few set outfits he likes to wear so when they're dirty he has to wash them to get to wear them again.

Vox gets really upset if a new recipe he tries doesn't go well, he blames himself for it even if the recipe just wasn't good and he gets very sad. (I wrote a one-shot about this one)

Vox will steal Velvette's blankets if he likes them, even if he has the same damn blanket himself.

Valentino can sometimes be caught looking up new hair styles to try on Velvette.

Velvette and Vox snark each other about their favourite places to get drinks, Velvette loves Starbucks and gets all manner of fancy drinks from there but Vox loves just plain hot chocolate from Tim Hortons (with just a little splash of milk in there).

Valentino stays so far away from that discourse it's almost painful, he gets drinks from both locations and just refuses to get involved with their banter about it. (He likes Pepsi products and will drink almost anything under the Pepsi brand)

None of these idiots can keep plants alive. Vox tries, and sometimes he's successful for a little bit but then it dies and he has no idea what he did wrong, he followed the advice he found on how to care for that specific plant but it still died! He doesn't understand it and gets upset every time.

Velvette loves baking, she finds it fun and loves to post the pictures of both the process and the results online.

Val is a talented artist, he loves painting and sculpting. On more than one occasion he's sculpted dirty sculptures of the other vees which they demanded he destroy when he was done. He bitches and moans as if that wasn't the plan all along but he always does it (after taking pictures)

Sometimes they'll all just sit around in the living room with something on the tv (doesn't matter much what it is, sometimes its a movie, tv show or even a comedy special they found) while they all play video games on their phones or scroll tiktok or social media. Just enjoying each other's company.

Hope you all enjoy!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin valentino #hazbin velvette #the vees #valentino #vox #poly headcanons #headcanon

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picturesofthegoneworlds · 1 month

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Some words on symbiosis from a prompt fill

Another message tries to echo from back of skull to temple, rippling ‘selfish’ from the impact, probably ‘greedy’ too (hard to decipher, the ripples overlap), wishing to discipline her but that aspect of her head is numb from the root tea

her scars overgrowing forgotten temple masonry, breaching through collapsed barn roofs, tangling and suffocating flower bulbs

Under fields, a stranger appearing back in Gelvaan

Could be beneficial. Laudna said t’manifest good feelin’s and good intentions durin’ the come-up. What was it she had said about symbiotic relationships and alla that? Laudna could be the centuries old mycelium and Imogen could be this season’s crop.

Laudna's skin over hers, hues of the pastel bruises and opalescent scars exaggerated in what is maybe the specific angle of the sun, more likely the tea-glasses, blueprinting schematics on bone and sinew and muscle and vein, how each of them operates, coordinates and disassociates from one another; unaffected by the heat, joint out of socket - must be nice to drop a hand

Laudna is breathing over her – the tent and the earth too – breathing, undulating in gentle waves that wetten and drip like soaking mud splashed back on a caravan if she allows them just out of focus, reflects on all of the times Laudna has been wet against Imogen's stomach, drifts then breathes in tandem with them, realises that the mud is more like acid eroding at the surface as the colours flow away homogenised into a molasses-thick pigment state

“Imogen…”

Both of her hands taken in Laudna's, placed on her ribs, piano keys and missing teeth, plough lines in the fields, always, networks underneath, roots, symbiosis

“How are you feeling?”

Imogen looks up to Laudna, and the skin sloughs off from Laudna's face.

Turns to mush along with the muscle and the viscera and the pastels, hair and scalp coagulating slurry creating a new colour palette that Imogen wants to learn to paint with (wants to learn how to paint from her), an internal reveal she wishes to familiarise, memorise too, touches Laudna's face to try to really learn it but she feels the cool skin and deep laughter lines and bristly brows, hears the giggle from a still intact windpipe.

A familiar skull, sure, though hazy where the veil would cast shadows. A skull she has seen a fair few times - when needs must, when tactics must switch from charm to intimidation to fear

Never brought such to herself though

She only ever got to touch it that first time.

“Yeah…I can barely feel m’head…”

Her tongue feels heavier than usual, slurred.

“So you’re feeling mine instead?”

Laudna’s face re-forms as Imogen recognises the shapes of it through her touch. Mud from the ground rises, sculpts around her skeleton-head structure like clay, baked under sunlight and bleached dusty white, pockets of minerals causing blemishes on the surface.

Skin again, familiar exterior. She follows the length of her neck down to exposed sternum, holds a palm to it and feels through skin so thin that the visual is almost believable.

It ain’t enough.

#Imodna #Imogen Temult #Laudna #Critical Role #Emma writes #I am hoping to be getting back into Intertwined soon. Life is busy.#Thanks for your patience.

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sagaofa-dying-star · 3 months

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This is my (re-written) intro post!

(I used to be wisteria-angel-xox)

I’m saga-of-a-dying-star, and you can call me Ghost! she/they, INFP* I’m asexual, queer, and a minor. Im an artist, a dancer, a bookworm, and VERY obsessed. *I always have to google what these mean so if you’re interested i linked the search

I reblog a lot and post whatever because why not.

Here are some of my favorites:

Books: Percy Jackson (and the rest of the Riordanverse), Heartstopper (and the rest of the Osemanverse), Keeper of the Lost Cities, The Hunger Games, Red White and Royal Blue, Lockwood and Co

Shows/movies: The Owl House, Avatar The Last Airbender, both Enola Holmes movies, Nimona, Hazbin Hotel, Dune, and any screen adaptation of the books above

Music: Taylor Swift, Maisie Peters, Baby Queen, boygenius, girl in red, Pale Waves

Musicals: Beautiful, Wicked, SIX, The Greatest Showman, Billy Elliot, Hamilton

Hobbies: Art (anything from sketching to painting to sculpting), baking, crocheting, dancing (especially ballet), tumblr, obsessively decorating my walls, organizing/cleaning my room

Btw, I will block people I don’t like.

Feel free to message me if you want to. Now, 👏 let the fun begin!

OH and I have a blog purely for Lockwood and Co stuff which is @ghost-touch-kills

#blog intro #introductory post #introducing myself #welcome to my blog #introduction

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thatrandomlemononyourcounter1 · 10 days

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Biana headcanons plz

I gotchuuu

She likes to sit in the kitchen while Fitz bakes and tell him all the gossip that's happening at school

Can and will challenge you to an arm wrestle and win

Wears almost exclusively gold jewelry

Not very good at art, with the exception of sculpting (don't ask)

Loves sleepovers, like the stereotypical ones, where they have pillow fights, paint each others nails, and talk about boys.

Would absolutely destroy everyone in Super Smash Bros

Always had some trouble with reading comprehension

Also touch-starved

She likes to trace her scars when she's anxious

Everyone thought she had so many friends since she was a Vacker, but in reality she was super closed off from the outside world.

Loves to shop, and if you lose a bet to her, chances are you have to go shopping with her or buy her something (Or both)

Goes on call with her friends for hours at a time

When she's bored, she'll go in Fitz's room and just...stand in the doorway

Has babysat the triplets with Dex once before

Her love language is physical touch, and it shows. She's always touching someone in some way, a hand on the shoulder, holding hands, legs touching when they're sitting next to each other, always hoping that it will be reciprocated

This one was harder for some reason, but thanks for the ask!

Hopefully I did her justice

#kotlc #kotlc biana #Biana vacker #kotlc headcanons

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thgfanfictionlibrary · 4 months

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Active Authors Masterlist (5)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 /

***Active (on this blog) is defined as a blog/writer who has updated within the past year. Inactive (on this blog) is defined as a blog/writer that has not been updated at all in the past year+. On THG Writing Hiatus (on this blog) is a blog/writer who has updated within the past year but has not posted a fanfic in the fandom in the past year BUT they may return to writing in the future. Lists will be updated as needed based on activity. ***

Created: November 17th, 2023

Last Checked:----

RoseFyre :: ao3, ff.net, co-writing tumblr, tumblr

Popular Fic: Let Me Fly: When a plague hits District Twelve, Katniss is forced to make some very hard decisions. Together with Gale and what’s left of their families, they decide to escape District Twelve, taking a reluctant Peeta Mellark with them. (@rosefyrefyre, @christinaroseandrews)

shesasurvivor :: ao3, other ao3, tumblr, ff.net

Popular Fic: Getting There: Katniss has started being intimate with Peeta, but there are still a few barriers she needs to break through to fully enjoy herself. A suggestion from Dr. Aurelius may be just what she needs. Post-Mockingjay, masturbation/mutual masturbation. Written for Everlarkrecs Dirty December Week 3. (@shesasurvivor)

songbirdheart :: ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: Snownstorm: “Spring is for courting, so mother will say; summer for wedding, rosy as May; autumn for keeping you warm from the cold; winter for babies to care when we’re old.” Written for the prompt: "No games, canon. Just a good, all time favorite “it would have happened anyway” story. Maybe throw in snowstorm trope to make it seasonal?" You got it. :D (@rosegardeninwinter)

sparebitofparchment :: ao3

Popular Fic: She's a Survivor: The Hunger Games from Peeta's POV: the angsty cut -- "The flames have set Katniss's whole cape in motion. The way it drapes fluidly from her slim shoulders, every shift of her lithe body seems to set the air alight. The crown of fire paints golden shimmers along her high cheekbones and kisses the glossed pink cupid’s bow of her mouth, turning the keen angles of her face into something divinely sculpted. Firelight limns the sparkle of surprised delight in her eyes, and as she turns to inspect her costume, red and gold highlights glow like embers in her hair. She's transformed into something otherworldly. It's not that you can't see she’s from the Seam. It's just, Cinna has brought to life how powerful she is for it."

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Popular Fic: The Hunger Games from Peeta's POV: “I don’t think it’s going to work out. Winning...won’t help in my case.” I want to go back to the charming lies. I planned for this, so why does it feel like something in my gut is rotting? “Why ever not?” Caesar asks. I drag in a deep breath. All that strategizing over how to win the most sympathy, and now I feel like I’ve lost control of my face. My mask is slipping, my cheeks growing hot. There are so many eyes on me, all of them hungry. I meet Haymitch’s gaze in the crowd. His hard expression isn’t exactly comforting, but at least he isn’t enjoying this the way everyone else is. I feel my mouth open as though pulled with a string. “Because...because...she came here with me.”

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Popular Fic: Cracks and Sparks and a Stop-Start Heart: It's not the same as before. He can sort of remember it now, a childish fantasy borne of a broken home and a desperate loneliness, but there's no emotion attached to it beyond a vague sort of pity. It's a bit like reading a report. (@whenthewallfell)

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lets-try-some-writing · 2 years

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Guilty Pleasures (Part 2)

More secret/wholesome hobbies for my giant lovely robots!

Starscream

Starscream is a bundle of pent up everything with paranoia serving as the cherry on top, and so to deal with it he picked up several small wholesome hobbies over the course of the war.

He tried writing for a while, (he still has a stash of his old works somewhere) he did painting as well, (his art is still on display in his berthroom) and he even committed to sculpting for a while (his rather vivid depictions of Megatron in various states of defeat are proudly displayed on a shelf)

However his most recent hobby is one he acquired from earth.

Currently he handles his pent up emotions through knitting, something he picked up after he found out that a determined knitter can make just about anything.

Inspired, he took up the craft and uses his sharp talon like digits to knit while he has nothing better to do.

When he can, he will requisition a Vehicon or two to hold his yarn balls and follow him around so that he can pace and knit at the same time.

But due to how often Starscream needs to vent out his frustrations via knitting he developed quite a large pile of finished accessories.

And so to make way for even better works of 'art' Starscream gives his little creations away to others on board the nemesis, and sometimes those not of Decepticon allegiance.

Knockout has found himself with several well knit neon pink sweaters that he hates with a passion not only because the color clashes with his armor but also because they all have some iteration of 'Slagger' on the back.

Breakdown has been given a few rainbow colored beanies that he isn't quite sure what to do with, and Soundwave has acquired a handful of knitted stuffed animals with various angry expressions.

All the Vehicons have little mittens or scarfs of various colors and Shockwave has begrudgingly accepted an eye mask with a rather disturbing optic knitted on the front.

Not even the Autobots are safe from Starscream's passive aggressive knitted works.

Optimus has five quilts as large as he is tall depicting Starscream perched upon a throne with both Optimus and Megatron at his pedes, usually 'All Hail Starscream' is present somewhere as well.

And Ratchet has two dozen rugs that seem to be a series of sorts as each has 'Frag Megatron' kitted in a different language.

No one is quite sure how to react to it.

Arcee

Despite her sarcastic, stoic, and blunt behavior, Arcee has an incredibly wholesome hobby, the hobby in question being gardening.

What she did on Cybertron wasn't really gardening by earth standards.

Before the war and even during its early years she kept and incredibly well maintained crystal garden to which she devoted enormous amounts of time to.

She had a whole room filled with towering spires of glowing crystals which had been carefully directed to grow in splendid archways and branching designs over vorns.

Each crystal had a date carefully carved into its base and was skillfully attuned to her own spark signature, helping them to grow and offering her a deep sense of peace when in her garden.

It helped ease a great deal of the stress she accumulated throughout the early years leading up to the war.

However her garden was ruthlessly destroyed after her residence was bombed.

She tried keeping a few small potted crystals which she managed to salvage from her old garden but it was mostly a lost cause with how often she was required to change bases and locations to fight.

She still kept a few of the shards with her though when she travelled to earth, more as a sentimental item than anything else.

When she arrived to earth she was introduced to the human concept of gardening.

Organic things were not an unknown concept to her, but caring for plants is far different than caring for crystals.

She ultimately decided to give earth gardening a shot and has so far grown to be just as frustrated with the process as Ratchet is with human baking.

Why do plants need so much water? But then if they get the water they die? And they need sun, so much sun, but not too much sun or they also die? They also need to be pruned like crystals but they grow so quickly that it is nearly impossible to contain them?

Not only that but they just sometimes randomly die? For no reason?!?

Poor Arcee is trying and has succeeded to a degree. She, after devoting a great deal of time to research and through much trial and error has cultivated a small garden of succulents.

She prefers succulents above other plants because they are the most similar in requirements to crystals.

She has even given her most prized plants names. And it is these named plants that she loves above all others.

As such, the death of Jerry due to Bulkhead and Wheeljack's careless game of lob ball has earned them several well deserved smacks and more than one chilling glare when they get too close to her other plants.

R.I.P Jerry.

Breakdown

For such a big strong bot, Breakdown's hobby is remarkably tame.

When he isn't working or buffing Knockout's armor, Breakdown enjoys making candles, preferably scented ones.

It is not that he is particularly fond of fire or the messy substance that is wax, he just likes how lovely the flame, melting wax, and scent of the candle are when all combined together.

He only really started making candles after coming to earth and loving the dramatic effect candles gave to whatever place they were lit in.

He quickly got invested in the burning glow sticks and began making some killer candles of his own after a great deal of research.

Of course his early candle making days were not without their fare share of failures.

It took weeks to clean up the waxy mess that came from Breakdown's attempt to make one giant super candle.

Megatron was less than pleased.

But everyone else on the nemesis actually really appreciates Breakdown's hobby because it gives the nemesis a nice vibe.

The Vehicons really like the random candles spread around the ship and will take extra care to keep them lit and even take a long sniff if no officers are present.

The Vehicons love the candles so much that a group have come together and created a little club with Breakdown where they all just make candles together.

It's wholesome, sweet, and the end result is lovely.

The sections of the nemesis where few officers go are filled with candles of various shades and colors, usually scented in lavender as it is the Vehicons favorite.

Breakdown thinks it is the sweetest thing seeing the Vehicons so appreciative of his work.

Most of his gifted candles go to them, but a few end up with Knockout and Soundwave who use them to add a little spice to the atmosphere of their workspaces.

Bulkhead

Largely due to Miko's influence, Bulkhead has gotten himself a tin cap and become a conspiracy theorist after coming to earth.

Much like Optimus with his hobby, Bulkhead's fixation wasn't really intentional, he just found the theories on the internet infinitely fascinating.

After all, who would have thought that the moon landing might be fake? Sure there is a ton of evidence to disprove it but still!

And an organization controlling the entire world? Not completely impossible. The Autobots had a similar thing going on before the war too.

And what is this about a giant furry ape like creature wandering through the deep woods? Who knows? Bulkhead is an alien robot from space, anything is possible!

Bulkhead has a whole bulletin board that he keeps near the main part of base, completely unconcerned with what the others think of his fixation.

The thing is positively covered in clippings and photos all connected by obnoxious red string.

There are at least ten running theories on his board at all times, most of which the team tolerates but doesn't believe and Ratchet hates with a passion due to the ridiculousness of them.

However there have been moments where Bulkhead has managed to catch the entire teams attention with one of his more logical theories.

On multiple occasions the team, having been convinced by Bulkhead, have gone hunting for any and all data on a theory just to put their minds at ease.

Optimus once spent three restless nights franticly searching the internet and questioning agent Fowler to figure out if the Abominable Snowman was a real thing or not.

The poor Prime was left with his questions largely unanswered, much to his own discomfort and slight horror.

Wheeljack wasn't left much better off, having been roped into watching hours of conspiracy theory videos with Bulkhead on several occasions.

In the end he spent several days paranoid as Pit, refusing to remove his tin cap for fear of alien intrusion. (Why are you afraid of Aliens Wheeljack!? You are the Alien!)

Miko knows what monster she created by introducing Bulkhead to conspiracies and she is proud.

Shockwave

Shockwave doesn't really have a hobby.

All he does is research, which could arguably be a hobby if one were to look at it as such.

When he isn't working on his research the closest thing Shockwave does that could be considered a hobby is study the organisms of earth... for science purposes of course.

Does he need to know how much a blue whale weights? Probably not but you never know.

Does he really need to know the exact migrating habits of water buffalo? Also probably not.

Does he learn the random earth facts anyway? Absolutely.

He finds BBC documentaries fascinating and will watch them on loop for extended amounts of time while waiting for his experiments to show any changes.

He even has a dataslate where he takes notes on earth animal facts because it could perhaps be useful one day. (its definably not because he likes learning about animals, no, what gave you that idea?)

He usually keeps the fact that he knows all the random earth animal facts a secret but occasionally it slips out when someone starts giving out incorrect data about the earth organisms.

More than once Shockwave has unintentionally gone on a monotone rant about earth animals when someone like Starscream or Knockout starts throwing around data that is obviously wrong.

Little does he know they are mostly just being drama queens.

It still scares them a bit though when Shockwave goes into his little fact trances and more often than not those on the nemesis have learned to avoid talking about earth animals for fear of having to endure Shockwave's emotionless gaze as he corrects them in detail.

Smokescreen

Oh boy, Smokescreen has a rather interesting hobby.

Besides idolizing Optimus and geeking out over the fact that 'ohmygoodnessitsOptimusPrimeandI'mherewithhim!!!' Smokescreen has one other interest.

While he does play video games and race, his true passion lies in the rather niche subject of beetle fights.

He thinks watching the small creatures fight is just fascinating.

As such he collected a few of his own with the help of the children and has painstakingly created a whole mini arena for his beetles to fight in.

After a great deal of preparation the beetle matches begin in earnest.

The children place bets and Raf serves as the narrator for the matches, going above and beyond by creating intricate histories and stories for all the gladiator beetles.

Miko throws confetti when one of the beetles wins and Jack brings out a royal red pillow and high quality beetle food for the victor.

The whole thing is incredibly dramatic and often ends with the victorious beetle being paraded around like some sort of war hero.

No bot really understands Smokescreen's beetle fights, not even Bumblebee... that is until Wheeljack rolls round and sees the epic set up.

Smokescreen and Wheeljack immediately get along like a house on fire and ramp the beetle fights up to a new level of dramatic.

Together they devise and craft armor for the beetles and even genetically modify a few to make the battles even cooler.

They even devise traps for the battle field to add some tension to the conflict.

Of course spotlights and cameras are set up eventually and everything is recorded and documented in great detail.

Team Prime doesn't get it and Optimus is once again left slightly disturbed by the whole thing but opts to not question it.

Occasionally though the team will drop bets on particularly interesting combatants in the beetle arena, usually when there is nothing better to do.

On those days the battles are rigged so that Wheeljack and Smokescreen can revel in their ill gotten gains, throwing around the fake money that everyone bets with like they just won the lottery.

Aight I know this ain't everyone but I will create a third and final Guilty pleasures post to get the poor bots I missed in this post. Thank you for taking the time to look at my little headcannons.

#transformers shenanigans #transformers #transformers prime #tfp #bulkhead #wheeljack #smokescreen #breakdown #shockwave #arcee #starscream #funny #random headcanon #poor optimus #the poor prime is traumatized by earth but can't say anything

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unfriendlyamazon · 25 days

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creative talents of the ygos

yugi - fanfiction, fanart (he's not the best at either but he's earnest), also loves a magic act and i've never stopped thinking about the au where he's a drag magician, i think he knows a lot about fashion and modifies his own clothes so he's a fairly skilled sewer

joey - actually really good artist copies pictures of shoes out of magazines probably draws gundams or something obv posts saucy duel monsters fanart (bnf among panther warrior stans), i do want to write him as a sculptor too probably has a lot of fun with any creative endeavor, obsessed with joey loving cooking i think he gets really into it later

tristan - drag (won't elaborate), also plays the guitar (knows at least 3 chords) and sings (badly, but he does it goofy so it works), actually a pretty good dancer, happy homemaker and can cook a whole barbeque pig for his friends

anzu - dance, obvs, she wants to train to be a dancer and is going to school for it, but i think she's also got an eye for fashion and can size anyone up just by looking at them, she's great at makeup and it's makeover city for everyone

ryou - loves making models and painting things, i think likes three dimensional art a lot and probably also sculpts, i could see them getting into metal engraving too, though that might be low key triggering

duke - what can't duke do? they're not a great singer but can do a metal or rock voice really well, loves coming up with concepts for games and collaborating with the artist, loves makeup, probably also modifies their clothes (they're an original), also a drag artist in my head

serenity - i usually picture serenity as a writer, most of the time i give her an academic career so it's probably a lot of academic writing but i think she could get into it in other ways, terrible cook, burns microwave mac n cheese

seto - terrible artist, like can't draw a stick figure bad, but obv he's an amazing coder and i think he would be on neocities making his bewd shrine page, also an eye for fashion and loves being ostentatious with it, i flip flop on whether he can cook or not depending on the au and what i want him to do but i think baking in particular would appeal to him

mai - fashion, makeup, hair, obv, look at her, and i think she's been sewing her own clothes since she skipped out on her parents, her creativity is more sneaky since she's head to be creative a lot in her life, and you'd be amazed at what she can do.... but can't cook worth a damn

isis - not a lot to do in a tomb under the ground for most of your life but i really see her into needlework, embroideries, probably spends a lot of time doing anthropological research into traditional fiber thread art

zigfried - theater, opera, musicals (cannot act, or sing, or sew)

#ygo #headcanons #add your own

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the-likeable-wizard-mack · 1 year

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URBAN FANTASY WORLD BUILDING: CITY LIFE

-Imagine the city having different boroughs just like how New York has five. The cities boroughs are full of different cultures not only human cultures but, different species. Fae town where most of the fae folk and nature witches live is right next to Sunnyside where thrift shops and has a very rich history. Or an affluent family of magic users living in the highest penthouse in the prospects.

-A car dealership/ mechanic shop that is run by goblins. Just Goblins. Goblins who not only fix your car (for a good price lol) but, will also keep your spare parts too. Most of the time they will just horde them. Just imagine two gobbos squabbling about different parts of the truck or both of them trading small trinkets of car parts for shinier versions of them.

-Living in a huge apartment complex with interesting neighbors human and non human alike. Like Miss Mabel who’s an old lady witch who bakes bread on the forth floor with her adopted Minotaur son, or the nice werewolf couple who lives at the complex because it’s close to the school where all of their children go to.

-Large bustling office business buildings with multiple employees working all day every day in their office cubicles not only working but, also talking amongst themselves in normal office gossip. Some young account is trying to talk up the the new gorgon secretary in the office however, her snakes keep him at a safe distance, The orc boss is secretly planning an office winter party because of all the hard work they have put in to this quarter, one chatty spinx co-worker is being cryptic about why Sharron from HR got booted from the company with sly smiles and riddles.

-Corner stores that are owned by people of the community. They know their customers by name and their family. They know everything from the young middle schoolers who come in for a slice of pizza to the older folks who come in for their daily coffee. The stores are a hodgepodge of different general store items and magic items.

-Extravagant theaters that host everything from ballets to musical theater. The arts district of the city is more than magical with how much some people incorporate magic into their works. Painters who make their paintings actually move and flow with their brush strokes, a sculpture who sculpted a piece that might have accidentally came to life, a ballerina who’s beauty is not only popular with the masses but, also haunting due to the fact that she has ghosts who help her with her routines, and more people who thrive on creating a wonderfully interesting environment.

-Skyscrapers that house dragons who love to sun bath on the roof of large office buildings. Sometimes they have a interesting relationship with the workers of the office where sometimes they give the dragon some of their extra donuts from their morning breakfast in turn they use their tail to shield them from the hot summer sun.

-Construction sites where not only humans work on the sites but, also larger species as well. Larger species such as orcs and ogres help with the heavy lifting of certain objects. Giants are also very helpful along construction sights since they can lift anything with ease and can lift them up on high places. Giants also help out when someone might accidentally misstep on a ledge and fall, they can easily just catch them in their hand with a “please be more careful next time” look.

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iibonniee · 4 months

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Day 20 | Yoo Kihyun

Paring: Yoo Kihyun x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Rating: G

Word Count: 772

Prompt: Baking Cookies

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Tags: @doveslittlekpoparchive @choicesthot @xosunny @heaviihamonii

12 neatly rolled doughs of cookies sat on the parchment paper, ready to be thrown into the oven. Each cookie - an array of different flavors per demand - was perfectly rolled into a nice ball as if a machine had done it. Turning to her left, she found her focus on her lover, Kihyun, who was already starting a new tray with what she assumed was a fresh batch of rolled Snickerdoodle cookies.

The atmosphere in the room was filled with a heady mix of aromas. Pieces of butter, sugar, and a chorus of exotic spices merge beautifully together, creating an olfactory symphony. Kihyun’s hands, refined and exact in their movements, were diligently rolling the snickerdoodle dough with a gentle nuance. His gaze was fixed intently, displaying an unspoken devotion to the art he was creating.

She watched him for a while, unable to move her eyes away from the spectacle. The rhythmic way in which he handled the dough was mesmerizing, the flexing of his fingers, the meticulous pattern he’d thoughtfully created; each motion was like an intimate waltz between the chef and the raw ingredients.

“You know,” she finally broke the silence, strolling leisurely towards him. “Watching you bake, Kihyun, is like watching an artist paint a masterpiece.”

Kihyun paused, looking up at her with a hint of mirth painted across his handsome features. “Is that so?” he asked, a playful lilt dancing on his lips as he laid down another ball of dough on the parchment. “And here I thought I was merely baking cookies.”

“No, it’s much more than that,” she moved a bit closer, her smile illuminating the room brighter than any kitchen light could. She observed how the lamplight caressed his hair, a beautiful contrast with the soft, doughy confections that were starting to take shape on the baking sheet. “To me, it’s a reflection of who you are. Kind, attentive, precise, and full of warmth.”

Kihyun’s laughter filled the room, a sound sweet enough to rival their sugar-laden delights, before they continued to work. The cookies and their love, two sweet wonders, perfectly blended together in the cozy sanctuary of their kitchen.

“Are you trying to flirt with me to get some raw cookie dough to eat?” Kihyun grinned, flashing her a toothy smile as he winked at her.

The playful accusation was followed by a mock gasp from her, her hands placed over her heart dramatically. “Me? Never,” she retaliated, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’m here solely for the pleasure of your company.”

Kihyun chuckled heartily at his partner’s theatrics, his attention returning to the dough he was currently sculpting. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” he retorted with a smirk. As he continued to work, his head bobbed to the gentle strains of the jazz melody floating from the radio. “Besides a very raw piece of cookie dough. One is enough.”

“Do you remember the first time you showed me how to bake cookies?” she asked, her voice filled with nostalgia. She gently took one of the unshaped dough pieces, rolling it carefully as she’d watched Kihyun do countless times.

Kihyun watched her movements before responding. A soft smile settled on his lips. “Of course, you nearly burned down my kitchen,” he teased gently.

She stuck out her tongue at him playfully, her laughter joining with his as the kitchen was filled with light-hearted banter and warmth. The atmosphere was comfortable and familiar, a warmth caressing her cheeks.

“Oh please,” she protested, waving a flour-covered hand dismissively. “It was one small, completely extinguishable kitchen fire!”

His laughter at her exaggerated statement echoed throughout the kitchen. “Yes, ‘completely extinguishable,’ as you put it. I still remember scolding you while we made sure the smoke alarm didn’t go off.”

“Hey, you must admit, those cookies were a delicious disaster,” she retorted, bestowing a playful shove on his shoulder. She then proceeded to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her face turning a little pink at the memory.

He nodded knowingly, capturing her hand in his lighter grasp. “Yes, they were. A reflection of us, don’t you think? A bit of a mess at times, but overall, a deliciously sweet love story,” Kihyun mused, his eyes twinkling with unshed laughter and love.

Her breath hitched at his statement, the warmth in his gaze causing a tingle to travel down her spine. “I guess you’re right,” she agreed, shyly returning his steady gaze, her heart pounding with anticipation and fluttering with shared joy. And so, tainted fingers dusted in flour crossed, punctuating their sweetly filled moment, forging an unspoken promise between the two.

#kchristmas #kvanity #monsta x imagines #monsta x x reader #kihyun imagines #kihyun imagine #kihyun x reader #kihyun fluff #monsta x fluff

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AU where Steve buys a yellow school bus with money from his inheritance, paints it in a bunch of different colours, installs some beds and a portable kitchen and just travels across the country with Billy and Robin, helping homeless kids by giving them a place to sleep or a ride to where they can go next for shelter.

Over time they even adopt some of the ones who don’t have anywhere to go and those kids grow up to take over the bus when they get too old to be on the road anymore and need somewhere to settle down (most likely California, where Robin meets Vickie again who works as a nurse now and does soup kitchens on her off days - their unspoken feelings from high school rekindle and they end up getting engaged ❤️).

There they get a big house and make it into a sanctuary for homeless or abused kids who need somewhere to go. Vickie becomes their in home volunteer nurse because she has the biggest heart and wants to support her future wife.

They never stop their work, because it’s something they love, and they become known for it all over the country to the point where the kids they did help when they were younger visit them as adults and practically bawl into their arms with gratefulness because they wouldn’t have made it out of their situations without them.

It’s a running gag that Steve is everyone’s Mom and Robin is everyone’s Dad, while Billy always ends up as “Pops” or “Old Man” because of his gruff wisdom. Vickie is “Auntie Vickie” to most of the younger kids, though some of the older teens call her “Big Sis Vick”.

The Party comes around to help sometimes, when they can spare time, and Max loves seeing siblings like her and Billy finally get the chance to be kind to each other like they did. The under 5’s that get dragged in by their older siblings adore Dustin because he tells the best stories, Suzie is a tech whiz who is an inspiration to the geeky girls, and nerdy queer kids always get choked up when they get to meet their favourite comic book artist and writer pair William Byers and his husband in all but law Mike Wheeler.

Lucas and Erica are a comedic duo when they come around, and it puts the black kids at ease to know there’s people like them they can talk to about issues that the other might just not understand. El knows how to handle the quiet ones, communicates with them in a way that makes them say “it’s like you can read my mind!”

Eddie rocks up with his band to perform for free, and it makes Billy laugh at the pure adulterated joy teenage boys get when Corroded Coffin walks in the door, jumping and hollering and asking for autographs. Eddie was pretty sure one kid was gonna piss himself from excitement alone when he let him hold his guitar.

Chrissy always brings the best baked goods around when Eddie and her are in California, hosting classes in the big kitchen that’s open to everyone. Her ED recovery story makes a lot of young girls and boys feel a lot better about their own relapses and struggles, and she gives the best hugs to those who understand the scorch of a mother who was supposed to cherish them and their self esteem.

Jonathan is around a lot too, with Argyle, and sometimes Nancy, and he hosts music therapy and photography sessions to help kids branch out their hobbies. Argyle teaches the kids with anxiety and panic attacks like him to find their centre and bring all the high emotions down back to earth via mediation and art; painting, sculpting, woodwork, you name it. He’s all about kids getting hands on and expressing themselves. Jonathan and Argyle get credited for many of them getting into their dream art schools. Nancy is busy a lot, but she’s always happy to read over a stressed out teens homework and help them when she stops by the sanctuary.

Just,,, the whole gang starting a group home and it being a paradise for lost kids who need a home more than anything.

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