#have some mainverse bois!

[akiiyamashun]

[ STEADY ]:  sender gently catches and guides the emotionally distressed receiver against a wall in order to physically steady them. ( your choice of verse ! )

pinned against a wall prompts . accepting

They had been out for some games of pool and darts, as well as a couple of drinks  - although Daigo’s had been of the non-alcoholic variety, as expected. In respect to his friend’s sobriety, Akiyama chose to default to some oolong tea for the evening as well, ignoring the ex-chairman when he said to be absolutely fine with the loan shark picking whatever beer he wanted from the menu. In fact, the moneylender had huffed indignantly at the older man’s suggestion - as if he was going to give Daigo more ammunition for darts by being drunk and woozy. 

The Sixth Chairman of the Tojo had been questioned by some people during his rule - but never in relation to how sharp his aim had been.

But even with his senses perfectly preserved, the younger male just was no match for any sort of competition that required precision with one’s hands. Daigo won round after round in-between sips of iced tea and snacks, and at some point Akiyama just gave up - there was no use trying to beat the guy, and the moneylender accepted that his energy would be best used by trying to win at least some of his dignity back once they switched to pool.

Ordinarily, they wouldn’t have stayed at the bar so long - but their wives had expressively forbidden both of them to return home before they were given authorization to do so. Melissa and Azumi had monthly gatherings either at the Dojima residence or the heiress’ place, and Yayoi had the kids for the entire weekend - on such evenings, the boys were kicked out without an ounce of regret, and threatened with cruel punishment if they disobeyed their better halves.

(Majima had actually howled when he learned of that tradition - particularly at the idea of Melissa practically forcing Daigo to be homeless for an evening to get him to spend time with anyone else that he did not share a bed or a workspace with.)

“I think I’ve been humiliated enough for tonight, Dojima. We’re taking this to the pool table now - you’re not my wife to walk all over me like that with no consequence,” Akiyama mentioned with a grin, and laughed at Daigo’s facial expression following his commentary. Despite the fact that the loan shark and the heiress had been married for almost a year now, the ex-yakuza sometimes still looked like he needed help processing that dalliance born during the time he had been out of the country.

“Sometimes I wonder if you say these things as part of some psychological warfare agenda,” Daigo murmured while they picked up their drinks and snacks and changed location, but he had a slight smile on his lips. Despite Melissa’s best efforts over the years, the former chairman still tended to blush or react in what was an endearing way when people behaved boldly around him. It made such an easy target for Akiyama - it was hard to resist poking Daigo.

“Nah, it’s not that complex, Daigo-kun. I just want to go home with a few bragging rights, you know. I have some pride, after all,” the moneylender explained with a chuckle, looking around for his phone - and realizing he had left it behind near the darts area. Akiyama asked for a moment and went back, picking up his mobile and checking some of the notifications on his screen - there was nothing yet from the girls, only a few alerts from some newspapers, a text from Elise’s manager updating him on a new girl and a couple of e-mails. One of them was from a client and not important, but the other one...

All of a sudden, Akiyama froze - his eyes went wide and he clutched the device on his hand with such strength that it ended up ejected from his hand and hitting the floor, making enough noise to draw Daigo’s attention. The ex-chairman thought it was a prank of sorts - until the moneylender visibly wobbled and the older male ran up to him, promptly holding Akiyama and preventing a fall by gently steering him to the nearest wall.

“Shun? Are you alright?” Daigo asked with genuine concern, uncaring for the weird stares coming from another part of the bar and trying to understand what could have happened to impact the loan shark so strongly. He didn’t dare move to pick up the phone - but fortunately Akiyama recovered, turning around with an astonished look on his face and then finding the strength to place a hand over the ex-chairman’s shoulder in return, the weight showing that the moneylender was fully conscious and aware of his gestures.

“They approved it.”

“I’m not sure I follow...?” Daigo’s retort was gentle, but his expression was confused; Akiyama’s words were not making sense, but the younger male suddenly burst into laughter, the support of the wall no longer required - instead, he propelled himself forward and hugged the ex-yakuza, the gesture being out of the blue but coming from such an obvious source (and a trusted one) that it didn’t startle Daigo - only mystified the ex-chairman who was now the one freezing in place.

“The agency, Daigo! I’m going to be a father - we’re adopting the twins I told you about!” the moneylender moved back when the hug was over, and the ex-chairman’s visage cleared up - ah! So that’s what he was referring to - adoption was always a complicated and long process in Japan, particularly an international one, and he had been following the shared struggles of Akiyama and Azumi to a degree.

Fatherhood had once been something that scared the older male - but now he had been doing it for some time, he couldn’t imagine his life without his kids. Daigo sincerely wished the same happiness for Akiyama, and it showed in how the ex-yakuza then chose to return the hug, sincerely congratulating the loan shark for such an important milestone of his life and offering him a broad, infectious grin when they finally parted.

“Congratulations, Shun. You’ll be a great father, I’m sure of it.”

“You really think so?” the moneylender chuckled, scratching the back of his head and looking momentarily embarrassed with the praise - it was hard to throw Akiyama off his constant charm, but Daigo had just managed to do it. However, it was a short-lived achievement; the loan shark’s gaze softened and he nodded, the gesture looking almost solemn for his standards, “Thanks, Daigo-kun. It does mean a lot coming from you.”

#iii. answered #sixthxchairman #dyn. (daigo - the chairman) #have some mainverse bois! #the idea seemed cute x)

[infini-tree]

and many happy returns

Summary: Maybe there was a reason Harold's birthday never came up, he realized. (PPU-verse)

A/N: woe, personal take on the ppu-verse upon ye! this was originally supposed to be a comic, but quickly hashing out a short excerpt in two days is easier for me at the moment.

i realize there's a lot of one-off lines that imply something in the ppu-verse, but i think how things changed in comparison to the mainverse is pretty self-explanatory? though it might just be self-explanatory because its been in my head for long enough that i'm used to it.

honestly, the challenge with writing these guys is that they have a shades of being an Unreliable Narrator to them. and there's two layers of unreliability, if you squint!

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George looked up to the Treehouse with nervousness in his gut. From the sounds, it was clear that Harold was already in there. Or a raccoon.

It was three years since he had moved to Jerome Horwitz and was moved up a grade. Three years since he was subsequently brought back to kindergarten. But most importantly, it had been three years since him and Harold met.

It was only a week ago that he overheard Harold's birthday was coming up.

He clasped the box in his hands a little tighter. He remembered seeing Harold linger at the display for it and trying to play it off, so he was sure he'd like it. Maybe.

He owed him a lot, maybe too much. Which was why he scrounged up his allowance for this. His birthdate was a more difficult thing to pick up, since it never came up in all their years of hanging out.

Before he lost his nerve, he threw the box into his backpack and climbed up the ladder.

"Harold! H--"

The next words get lodged up in his throat at the sight of the other boy throwing something at the walls of their treehouse lair. Repeatedly. Before slumping to the floor.

"Harold!" he scrambled up the final leg of the ladder, awkwardly bellyflopping onto the wood floor.

The boy flinched, conveniently obscuring... whatever it was. "Don't."

It seemed that he wasn't satisfied by the results, so he had started to bash the thing against the floor one last time so hard it shook the Treehouse.

After a moment of silence (and making sure the Treehouse didn't topple over), he slowly made his way over to him.

Step, he could see something bounce the light from outside onto the floor. Step, there was a whiff of plastic and the sound of crinkling. Step, he could see bright paper peek out from the spaces between the other boy's fingers.

"’S a gift from dad," Harold spat out in lieu of an explanation or apology or anything else.

George made a face. Yeah, that tracked. Very few things made him that mad.

As mad as he can get, he didn't like blowing up. He liked being sneaky, and being in control as he watched everyone else run around like chickens with no heads. In fact, he was super careful to never destroy any of George's stuff for some reason.

Harold's own stuff was free game, though. The boy stared at a dollar store plastic bat with a dent in it.

"The gift must've really stunk if you're this mad."

That, thankfully made the other boy let out an amused huff. "Yeah. It did."

"Then--" he gave a pointed glance at the box at his feet. "What's in that thing?"

A pause. "Workbooks."

He made a big show of leaning on the other boy's shoulder. On what little of the cover he could see, dead-eyed look of stock photo animals in a classroom looked back at him. "I don't think a bat would've made a dent in them."

Harold quickly slapped him away, more playful than anything.

"I used that before I knew what was in them, dummy." The light atmosphere didn't last for long, though. He gave an angry glare at the gift. “I was hoping I could break it.”

“Why, though?”

Harold’s hands clenched at the bright paper. Glitter smeared into his palms before he finally let go of them. “He does this… thing on my birthday. Mom too. 'S not even for me-- not really. More for what they want me to be.”

It wasn’t much of an explanation. But George thinks he gets it.

Harold's dad was a weird guy. He didn’t live with him and his mom and his baby sister. From what little he’s heard and seen at the Hutchins driveway, he sounded… nice. But he knew that didn’t mean much of anything when his actions didn’t match. His mom had the opposite problem.

And most importantly, neither of his parents were here on his birthday. Sure, it was a weekday, but it was Spring break, for crying out loud!

Silence.

"I didn't even want a dumb gift!" He kicked the wrapped books-- tried to, but it barely grazed it. "Birthdays are dumb, anyway!"

George was not a words guy. That's what Harold was for. But right now, he had to find the right ones. His mouth tried to form the right shape silently. The words were there, all he had to do was--

"You think you still have those sparklers from the New Year's?"

Harold blinked.

"We can try and make those-- those, uh-- bonfires!--" He gave a pointed glance at the offending gift. "It's early for it, but it's pretty warm out. It can work."

It took a moment for him to put two and two together, but when it finally clicked– Harold broke out into a sly grin. He stood up like he ate half a pound of sugar before clapping a hand to his shoulder.

"Man, see that's why you're here-- ideas."

He tried to match his smirk. "I thought I was here for drawing?"

"That, too."

The both of them made their way out of the Treehouse with a skip in their sneaking. The both of them decided to split up and come back to Harold's backyard. Said Harold had taken to getting not only the sparklers, but anything remotely flammable, and George pilfered his kitchen for anything they could roast.

There wasn't any marshmallows, but there was leftover pizza and sliced pineapples in a tubberware which arguably was better. He cut the pizzas up to be kebab stick stabbing size and placed it over the grill.

"We should do this every year." Harold leaned forward from his lawn chair and fed a page into the flames.

"What if the gift next year isn't flammable?"

"I'm sure we could think of something." He let out a sharp laugh. "You know, I think this is the first time I'm actually looking forward to it."

George leaned back into his chair. He couldn't help but feel relieved-- not only because that he felt that he had partially repaid him (though, that was a bonus). Nah, seeing Harold's face light up every time he lit up a page was... fun.

(Not the right word, he thought. But again-- he wasn't here for words.)

The comfortable kinda-silence crackled on. Harold kept feeding the grill more pages as hey fed on their pizza and pineapples until both were gone. Eventually, even the fire died out and the both of them were forced to close the grill and made it seem like nothing happened.

Now, there was nothing except the lingering smell of smoke.

Harold gave a curious glance back at him. "What were you going to say?"

"Huh?"

"When you were climbing up the Treehouse, before you saw..." He vaguely gestured to the workbook-- or the cover that remained. "All that."

He was suddenly extremely aware of the weight in his bag. He looked to the grill. Then to him. And then gave a dismissive wave, trying to play off his shock. "I thought you finally found the raccoon that kept getting into the snack stash."

Harold let out an incredulous laugh. It had none of his usual sharpness, but all the volume he expected.

"You thought I was fighting a raccoon?!"

"I mean it was raccoon sized--" He gave a glance to the covers. "Or, was."

"Besides, we all know you're the one who keeps taking all the Sweet Patches." The words held no accusatory heat, but it did have a whiff of a challenge.

"Says the guy who keeps hogging all the Jelly Burgers!" George threw his bag off to the side and began run at the other boy.

Before he could react, he was quickly tackled to the ground as they began to play-wrestle in the grass. That was quickly called off as Harold had suddenly gotten an idea for a comic while faceplanted on the ground.

He could give the dolphin-shaped mini-soaker another time, play it off as something else.

#mellsian fanfics #captain underpants #alternate joke title to this was 'adhd be damned these boys can work a grill' #fudged the time for spring break for this sssh

[istadris]

How do you think the mainverse brothers would react to the Missing Half Duo and vice versa? Like say there was a situation where Mr. L got paired with Mario and Doc with Luigi and the two groups were separated for a bit

Oh boy, I was hoping for an ask like this 8D!!

[referencing to this AU ]

For the sake of the narrative, this teaming up would happen quite a while after Dr Mario and Mr L grew used to each other and start actually settling.

But this encounter and pairing with the mainverse Bros?

To make it short : It's a MESS.

Mario and Mr L make a terrible team. Mr L has relied on himself for most of his life, then only recently started to trust Doc to watch his back, and was starting to look after him, seeing it as his job to protect "this soft-hearted idiot"; with Mario, who's used to take point and go first, it only clashes. He's much more assertive and agressive than the Luigi Mario is used to, they're both horribly stubborn, leading to all sorts of conflicts and struggles.

Mr L troubles Mario. He's always seen it as his mission to look after Luigi, and now that he's confronted with a version of his brother who had to grow up alone, he feels even more protective, to make up for what Mr L didn't have.

Mr L doesn't want Mario's protection or concern, he doesn't want him to risk his life for him (not again), it's bad enough with the Doc who's a mother hen...but at least, Doc gets him in a way mainverse!Mario never will. Only Dr Mario has an idea of the pain Mr L went through, only him knows what it's like to lose his brother. This Mario, who's happy, who's carefree, who's had his brother his all life and never had to feel guilty about, ooooh, he pisses him off!

The truth is, deep down, Mr L is scared. And as he's always done to survive, he hides his fear and pain under anger and lashes out at anyone in range.

He's faced with a Mario who's so content and stable in his life, the perfect Mario. And he know Doc is currently facing a Luigi who is more gentle, more kind, more balanced. More like his real brother. This Luigi is the better version of him, the one Doc is probably missing; Mr L is convinced that Dr Mario will prefer this Luigi to him. Why wouldn't he, after all ? Mr L is a troublesome, feral, nasty parody of the brother Dr Mario lost, who would want him as a brother?

He couldn't be further from the truth.

Doctor Mario likes Luigi. He likes everyone. He figures he would like every Luigi in the multiverse. But unlike with Mr L, he can't bring himself to get close with this other Luigi.

He looks and acts and behaves so close to how he imagines his own twin would have lived, based on his old memories...but it feels even more empty. Makes him realize that the version he imagines never grew up, may have been another person. It's so close yet so unbearably far. It's like being given a glass of water that he's not allowed to drink in the desert.

For all his similarities with his twin, Mr L is NOT his Luigi, never will be and never cared to try. Thanks to that, Dr Mario is spared of a cruel illusion, and he has grown attached to this new brother. He's flawed, he's a mess, he didn't choose him.

But what is someone you never chose, who gets on your nerve yet shares a bond no one else understands and that you love despite everything... but family ?

I want my brother back, he suddenly thinks during the adventure, and the realization that he's thinking of Mr L and not his little brother is enough to make him stop and swallow a sob, he who has always kept his emotion tightly locked where no one could see.

As for Luigi, he doesn't know what to make of this Mario who's so different from his brother. He's too calm, too passive; Luigi is used to follow after his brother's decisions, but now he's paired with someone who also expects someone else to take the lead, and it's extremely awkward, on top of the disturbing notion of being around someone while being a clone of their dead relative.

With my friends, we had discussed at some point that there might have been a moment at the beginning where, an angry Mr L might have shouted at Dr Mario :

"I'm not the brother you want, but I'm the one you deserve!"

And by the end of this adventure, he would have come to Dr Mario to apologise and confess:

"You're not the brother I wanted... but you're the one I need."

#super mario bros #missing half au #dr mario #mr l #miscellaneous mario madness #Ista writes #they're both broken boys who slowly patch each other #answers

[eirian]

oc spotlight: patoto (mainverse)

ok so this oc is super special to me. he was my VERY FIRST dbz oc, and he was literally made as my player character for my first dnd game as well.

he was originally a half saiyan from a town called chickemhold (thats still his village name canonically) and he carried around a little chicken backpack that had velcro on it and this was actually a plotpoint in the dnd game LOL

here's his very first original design ref for the campaign

and then his updated ref for later in the campaign

compared to his current look (i need to update his official ref tho, these colors are innacurate and the art style leaves something to be desired for me LOL)

he marked the beginning of my dbz interest and also my dnd interest, and he also marked the beginning of the mirrorsverse! when i first made him i had no idea that he would spark an entire multiverse of stories and characters that would develop into a whole comic series! its really amazing :D

as for why i love his character...he's just so. hes so good. like, he's strong and he's a saiyan and he could literally kill you but he doesnt have that kind of heart. he wouldnt hurt a fly unless it threatened his friends or family (as will be shown in chapter 7). his first time going super saiyan was when his favorite chicken got injured by some thugs. he wants to get stronger like any saiyan would of course, he craves greater strength and loves to battle, but he's just so kind and happy all the time as well. he wants to make friends and allies and he loves his moms so so much.

he has a tendency to get overexcited and overenthusiastic, and he also tends to see the world in black and white rather than shades of gray, but he's still a good boy. he was also my first canonically autistic character!

he just feels like a great protagonist to me because he's headstrong and willing to fight for his loved ones but he's also kind and gentle and loving. i love him sooooo much and im so happy i made him and im so happy people also love him <3

#oc spotlight

[dragonmuse]

Are you still doing the liminal waiting room meet ups? Could mainverse Izzy meet with any of the AU Faiths that are alive? Idk if it would offer him any closure, or maybe just a break from the self loathing, even if he doesn't fully remember it when he wakes up or just thinks its a dream of her

I went with Have a Little Faith, Faith.

She sits on the end of a dock, her hair is a gray-lavender and she has a septum piercing and loose warm looking clothes. Izzy sits beside her, bothe their legs dangling down. They’re holding hands and he’s trying not to look directly at her, but keeps darting looks. 

Izzy: Did I go with you? To get the tattoos. 

Faith: The first few. We got one together, actually. 

Izzy: What of? 

Faith: Birds in flight. Yours is on your right leg, mine’s on my left. 

Izzy: I like that. 

Faith: *laughs*  of course you do, you chose it.  

Izzy: …are we happy? 

Faith: Yeah. We are. Life took some odd turns for us, but I’m always happy with you. We have other lovers, other dedications, but we come home to each other. 

Izzy: Luc? 

Faith: Oh yes. He’s a dear friend of mine now. But I would’ve loved him regardless for how happy he makes you. 

Izzy: *nods, looking for words* 

Faith: Are you…you’re all right? 

Izzy: Yeah. Now. It took me a long time. I’m slow with that shit. 

Faith: Israel…

Izzy: I got lost without you. I think you had the compass. And the map. 

Faith: So there was nothing worthwhile in all those years? I find that hard to believe. 

Izzy: No…no. I had a lot of fun for a while. And I fell in love again. Badly, but I did it.  Eddy and I… it could be ugly, but it was also…fucking amazing sometimes. We were good at what we did, a good team. Until we weren’t. 

Faith: You’re friends here. Good ones. 

Izzy: Yeah? 

Faith: Mhm. It’s sweet. You’re like little kids with each other sometimes. Reminds me of the boy I met. 

Izzy: I’m sorry. That I failed you here. 

Faith: Oh, sweetheart. *squeezes his hand* It wasn’t you. If I went that night, I promise you that you gave me the best moments before the end. 

Izzy: I did? *very quiet* 

Faith: I felt so good with you. Valued. Loved. What else could I have asked for as a silly little girl, huh?   

Izzy: *can’t speak* 

They just sit together until the dream resolves. But Izzy does wake up feeling lighter than he has in many years.

#waiting room roundtable

[dramatisperscnae]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

NAME. Richard John Grayson

NICKNAME(S). Dick, Dickie, Dickiebird, Rekya, 'Wing, [past]Rob, Robbie

TITLE(S). Nightwing, [past]Robin

AGE. Verse dependent [mid 20-something]

SPECIES. Human

SEX. Cis male

NATIONALITY. American

ALIGNMENT. Lawful good. He has a code and he sticks to it. Lawful just means sticking to a code, no one said it had to be the actual law, otherwise you couldn't have lawful evil, now could you?

INTERESTS. Gymnastics, acrobatics, history, anthropology, psychology

PROFESSION. co-owner of Haly's Circus, vigilante, CEO of Wayne Enterprises[mainverse]

BODY TYPE. Athletic, toned, gymnast's build

EYES. Blue

HAIR. Black

SKIN. Light olive, white-passing

FACE. Behold, the boy.

HEIGHT. 5'10"

VOICE: Baritenor, generally passes for tenor unless he drops his voice [usually only done when he has to impersonate Bruce/Batman]

SIGNIFICANT OTHER? No

COMPANIONS. Alfred Pennyworth, Bat-family

ANTAGONISTS. Roland Desmond[deceased], Court of Owls, League of Assassins, a smattering of Batman's old rogues

COLORS. Varying shades of blue, steel grey, black

FRUITS. Cotton Candy Grapes, mangos, mandarins

DRINKS. Coffee, chai, orange juice

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES. Cider or a good lambic, very rarely.

SMOKES? No

DRUGS? No

DRIVERS LICENSE? Yes

tagged by: @cxpedcrusxder tagging: you!

#dickcanon #dash games

[pkmnomegaverse]

Okay unhinged omegaverse posting time but….I’ve for sure thought about what a dystopian omegaverse AU would look like for this verse (basically omegas are getting the short end of the stick in society. “Misogynistic” route, so to speak). And while it’s pretty easy with Gen 1-4 since protags so young that “arranged marriage” to a not-terrible partner is how I often run things (as ships are all presumably the same(ish) as Mainverse), it’s 5-6 that are always tricky to work with. Since protags are old enough they would be going through their heats and probably would have a matebond in the works. Per how I headcanon things.

So! My thoughts on Hilbert/N and the mess that could be. Hilbert would he promised away to some guy. No canon character fits in my head so just some older alpha guy OC. But not Cheren since would need to be an alpha so beta Cheren it out of the running. But something something in this route Hilbert hasn’t quite gone through his first heat yet (which is typically the time bonding would be arranged in these “arranged marriages”). So Hilbert is traveling around for one last hurrah before married life it is. But he would end up going into heat for the first time in Chargestone Cave while N is around and things get out of hand (obviously) and bam. They sleep together since can’t hold back (not like Hilbert actually likes the guy he’s promised to). Easy to give into the guy he’s actually attracted to. Matebond time (RIP the Shadow Triad kinda just lurking and not having the gumption to stop things tho. Even tho you know Ghetsis said they better intervene if N tries to hook up with some troublesome omega). Like in theory, Hilbert was suppose to call up his betrothed once he could tell he was going into heat and get things sorted out with him. But since he never liked the guy…

On N’s end, I headcanon that the con of Ghetsis keeping him so isolated is that he’s initially more susceptible to omegaverse nonsense since has no built up tolerance. It’s one thing if it’s an omega he doesn’t know. Can resist enough to flee the area. But when faced when someone he’s attracted to…his feelings overwhelm him.

I do think it would make kind of a mess of the plot and N leaving at the end would be extra cruel. But would for sure explain why Hilbert leaves to find him. Would not actually make N back down though. Would instead push him further towards the idea that Hilbert will join his side after he defeats him. Will still need to fulfill their roles as opposing heroes in the short term. But will be together in the end, as the twin heroes were always meant to be one (going with the idea Kyurem was originally the three dragons as one). Even in non-dystopian Mainverse I tend to view it that in the back of his mind, N kind of assumes he and Hilbert will get together in the end once he defeats Hilbert. Hero dragons were meant to be one, afterall. But the feeling is more pronounced in this version of events.

My gut reaction to the idea was actually that they would just disappear together after the main plot of BW. Hilbert had fucked up the life he was suppose to lead (disgraced omega) and since they’re bonded, the two are tied together. Would be painful to abandon each other. So when N makes his whole speech thing about leaving, Hilbert grabs his hand and asks to go with him. And they disappear together. No one sure what exactly went down during that final confrontation with the heads of Team Plasma, as no one remains behind to tell the tale.

As for how this would effect BW2, I have less thoughts on that, but maybe Hilbert is with child or recently given birth to his and N’s first child, thus why he wouldn’t show up and only N does, once word of Team Plasma resurgence gets out. Boy on maternity leave (ignoring how I don’t actually think this would stop Hilbert from getting involved. Boy could be in his third trimester and is still gonna throw hands with Ghetsis). Nate/Hugh are easy to deal with though since are just another “happily arranged marriage” where Hugh isn’t opposed to Nate going on a journey despite being at the age heat/rut are just starting to affect them both (can continue my Gen 5 parallels Gen 1 agenda since that’s how I deal with Red/Green as well. Happily arranged marriage duo who travel at the same time so the alpha can be close by on the off chance the omega goes into heat). So Nate/Hugh would def have to deal with that during their travels. Like maybe Hilbert would show up post canon to talk with Nate (since wants to meet this guy in person who N seems to like) and Nate is kinda shocked since was not expecting to meet the hero of Unova despite all the stuff he did for the region. And then it turns out the region's hero is already expecting/has had a child!! A bit inspiring, perhaps. How being an omega with a mate doesn't stop Hilbert from being kickass when the going gets tough.

#Hilbert #N #IsshuShipping #Nate #Hugh #GreySkyShipping #I need to post more actual omegaverse nonsense here even if it’s just thoughts #I’m putting the blog name to shame #under cut cause long not cause overly spicy #sorry boys it’s drunk Syd posting time even tho this has been in my drafts for a few weeks now? #but the drunk part is what makes me actually post it!

[quordleona03]

Snippet meme

@allcanonisrelative and @impishtubist posted a lovely pair of snippets as an AU to Yes Sir, That's Our Baby, which is of course Hawkeye/BJ babyfic. So I thought I'd share my AU Hawkeye/Mulcahy babyfic. Except, I'm me, so she's not exactly a baby.

This is an AU where Hawkeye was an army doctor drafted in the Vietnam war and Francis was an army chaplain, so they're about twenty years younger than they are in the mainverse.

Hawkeye put the phone down. He looked around the office and the boxes he had barely started to unpack, and closed his eyes, just briefly. Then he punched in their home number.

"Who is it?" Francis said. He sounded pre-occupied and exasperated.

"I have wonderful news," Hawkeye said.

"You're coming home early," Francis said.

"No. I mean, yes," Hawkeye said. "I probably am, but I've still got to talk to at least three people here before I can leave and you'll want me to go to the mall before I get home."

"Why?" Francis said, and then, a moment before Hawkeye said, he got it, from the complicated little noise he made down the phone.

"I'm pregnant," Hawkeye said.

He let himself grin then, as Francis made those noises of surprise, worry, astonishment, panic, and - despite everything - delight.

"You can't be," Francis said. "What - who - ? Why?"

"Caseworker called," Hawkeye said. "Mrs Connolly. Fifteen, troubled, mom died, dad's not in the picture, she's getting into fights at school - "

"She? We're having a girl?"

"Yes," Hawkeye said.

"You need to go to the mall before you come home, we have nothing in the house for a girl - "

"She'll be arriving with a couple of suitcases, caseworker said. Mom died about a month ago. All their things aside from the two cases are in store in Los Angeles. We're getting her because they decided she had to be moved out of the area, into a completely different school district, and they asked around and one of the people they asked was Peg Hunnicutt - "

"Oh," Francis said.

"Yeah, and Peg said, if you want her to have a new start in a good foster home, I know these two guys - "

"Ah," Francis said. In New York City, they had fostered troubled teens over twenty years, mostly boys, though there had been some brother-sister placements. "How long for?"

Hawkeye shrugged. "Depends if dad shows up. If not, and if the placement works out, I guess til she's eighteen. Caseworker said she knew our paperwork wasn't up-to-date for California - " They had only moved here three days ago, and they hadn't been intending to start fostering again " - but she'd rush it and we'd be registered from yesterday by next Monday."

"When is she arriving?" Francis asked.

"Our stork is due - " Hawkeye checked his watch " - in three hours and twenty minutes."

"Oh, Hawkeye - " Francis sounded really exasperated. "Be home in two hours, all right? I'll get her bedroom set up, even if nothing else is ready. Get the basics from the mall, we'll go shopping with her tomorrow."

"Tomorrow is the first day of term, that's why they're rushing it."

"We'll go shopping with her tomorrow after school," Francis said. "Did the caseworker - Mrs Connolly - mention any allergies, any diet issues?"

"Nope."

"Pizza, probably," Francis said. "What's her name?"

"Buffy Summers."

"Buffy?"

"We're in California now."

"Can you - "

"I know what to get," Hawkeye said. "I'll be home in two hours. I love you."

"I love you," Francis said, but he still sounded exasperated. They hung up on each other, and Hawkeye got up to speak to the first of three people he had decided he could not skip speaking to on his first day.

He made three stops at the mall, and was home with an hour to spare. "Or more, if the traffic is bad driving from Los Angeles," Hawkeye noted, kissing Francis.

Their front room had been set up with a sofa and a couple of armchairs, facing their television: some of their books had been unpacked, and boxes stood below part-filled shelves. Their spare room - the girl's room, now - was perfectly in order: bed neatly made with clean plain sheets and pillows and a duvet: chest of drawers by the wall: a clock and a bedside light on the bedside cabinet. Francis had even hung curtains in the windows. Hawkeye handed Francis the bag of things he'd got at CVS, and let Francis deal with that: he hung one set of bath towel, hand towel, and face cloth, and put the other two sets away in the chest of drawers.

"You need to shower and change," Hawkeye said. "You smell like you've been wrestling furniture all day."

Francis glanced at his watch.

"Relax. You have at least half an hour."

"Did you get - " Francis said, sounding pre-occupied.

" - yes, and I can follow a boxed recipe."

Francis stopped, and looked at Hawkeye. "Yes, I know you can," he said, and smiled at Hawkeye. "Thank you."

"I'm so excited I could plotz," Hawkeye said, cheerfully. "But instead, I'm just going to go downstairs and bake brownies." He kissed Francis, and Francis reached up and caught the back of his head and pulled him down and kissed him, and they used up at least five minutes they could not really spare, but Francis was quick in the shower when he wanted to be, and Hawkeye had bought the simplest generic cake mix he could find. The brownies were cooling on a rack, filling the house with a comfortable, homey aroma, and Francis was downstairs, fully-dressed, and filling the coffee maker, when the doorbell rang.

The next half hour was what it always was. The caseworker, Mrs Conolly, had forms to be filled in and signed: she accepted a cup of coffee and a brownie, and so did the girl - Mrs Conolly wouldn't let her leave her sight until both Francis and Hawkeye had filled in the required forms and signed them and provided their ID - and then, she collected the paperwork, and shook hands with each of them, and told the girl she would be back to see her in a few days or you have my number, call me, and left. Hawkeye had gone to show her out: when he came back, Francis and the girl were still sitting either side of the table, each with a cup of coffee in front of them. Neither had drunk very much, and the girl had barely nibbled on the brownie.

"Look," said the girl, "I know the score."

"Is that so?" Hawkeye said.

She had a clear, distinct voice, and sounded very sure of herself. "I can take care of myself. You guys just need to show me where the school is, and I'll be out of your hair most of the day. Anyway, this is just temporary, right?"

"Well," Francis said. "We're very happy to have you here, Miss Summers, however long you stay." He smiled. I'm Francis Mulcahy - you can call me Mr Mulcahy or Francis, whichever you prefer."

"And I'm Doctor Pierce, or Hawkeye."

"Hawkeye?" The girl sounded startled. "Like the - " She made gestures which Hawkeye, who was used to this reaction, understood to be miming a bow-and-arrow. " - from the comics?"

"No," Hawkeye said. "Same spelling, different hero. I'm a doctor - I work at a clinic the other side of the mall from here."

"Can I show you round the house, Miss Summers?" Francis said.

"Buffy," the girl said. She got up. She was eyeing both of them, not exactly warily, but as if she was suddenly less sure of herself. "You guys are gay, right?"

"I'm gay, Francis is delightful," Hawkeye said, solemnly.

She gave him a puzzled look, and Hawkeye smiled at her.

"We've only just moved in ourselves, Buffy," Francis said. "Let me give you the full tour. Hawkeye, could you find those take-out menus?"

#Hawkeye/Mulcahy #hawkeye pierce #francis mulcahy #writing snippet #mash tv #hawkcahy #AU crossover #Mulcahy Monday

[hazbincalifornia]

Reflections

Summary: Circus au Blitzo and mainverse/OT Blitz have a chat.

Wordcount: 755

Warnings: Mention of (consensual) underage.

"Is it better?"

Blitz raised an eye as the younger imp's fingers twitched against the balcony railing.

"Is what better?"

"I'unno." He quirked his mouth, bouncing a foot. "Everything, I guess. We both know how fucked up you look, so it's a fair question, right?"

"Gee. Thanks, asshole."

"Only as much of one as you are." He raised an imaginary glass with a smile that was tugged too far on the edge, the way Blitz knew his own stretched like overpulled cotton candy when he was nervous. "I can't ask, can I?"

"I have no idea if shit's going to fall the same way it did for me, so it probably won't help."

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you. I'm not letting you ruin your life worrying about it."

"I'm going to anyway now that I know it's coming."

"Look, you got Stolas when you were eighteen, shit's all shuffled around." Blitz pushed lightly at the boy still in his circus outfit, a reflection of a reflection of how he vaugely remembered being. "Even if it happens, you'll live. I did."

"...Are you with him too?"

"Who, Stolas?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, but... it took a while. A lot of shit happened, we weren't lucky enough to fall into it right after that first fuck." He cleared his throat. "How'd you get the guts to aim that high when you were a fuckin' kid anyway?"

"I was doing everybody. I liked how he looked."

"Didn't you meet as kids?"

"Wha- you met as kids?" The younger's eyes widened.

"Papa shoved me at him to try and steal some shit when he wanted a playmate for his birthday. I guess he went to the circus first? I could barely see him in the crowd, but I think he laughed at one of our jokes. We only saw each other for one day before we met again in our thirties."

"Huh. That's- yeah, things are different. We met when, y'know..."

"You met the day he knocked you up and you kept it?" Blitz snorted. "Satan's balls, you are something fuckin' else."

"I thought I'd get some blackmail off him!" he protested, smacking at Blitz with his tail and a dotted flush on his cheeks. The openness of his emotions was disconcerting- like a version of himself that didn't know how to build the walls up quite high enough yet. "I didn't expect him to want it."

"If you were eighteen, he would have just had Via, right?"

He shook his head. "Nah, she was three, and he was like twenty-eight."

"Huh. That's different too. He had her when she was about your age, and we're the same age." Blitz drummed his fingers on his leg. "Ten years apart?"

"Yeah. You're not going to be a bitch about that, are you?"

"Nah, can't say I wouldn't have done the same thing at your age. I like dilfs. You started fucking around at like fifteen, sixteen, right?"

"Yep." His fingers curled around the end of his sleeve, and Blitz could see the knuckles were still red as the day they were born. "It felt good, and I was good at it, so..."

Blitz could see the defensive way his shoulders curled. "It was good to feel wanted and like you were good at something, right?"

"...Mhm."

He sighed, pulling a cig out of his pocket and lighting it. If it had been anything like him, with the timing about when shit started falling apart... "Pops was a piece of shit. Took me a long fucking time to really let that sink in, even after he left." He took a drag in and let the smoke escape.

"He..." He looked away before Blitz nudged him and offered him the cigarette.

"You don't have to figure this shit out yet. I got twenty years on you, and I've fucked up in more ways than you probably ever will, you lucky little bitch. Knowing us, though, we'll find a way, but I got half my face fucking blown off and I'm still standing, so cheers, right?"

Red fingers hovered before taking the cigarette and pulling in a drag, lips making a sweet little 'o' that Blitz's fingers twitched towards before dropping back down as he blew out, fuzzing up the air around them. "Cheers, bitch."

He set his hand on the railing, and Blitz set his own atop it before it flipped over and their fingers intertwined, rippled red and white on plain, smooth skin.

Blitzo squeezed, and Blitz squeezed back.

They'd survive. They always had.

#circus au #shadow writes stuff #and then they kissed maybe #this felt like a nice ending spot

[eclipsecrowned]

fuck it. how my debede muses roll up to the masquerade function. just the muses that are mainverse to setting, may do my muses with AUs to setting later.

Steven: Gets to trade in his denim and madras for something a little silkier. It's a traditional late 19th-early 20th century suit for men, classic eveningwear all black jackets and accessories in a shade of blue that matches his eyes. It makes Steven look older, and he trades out the bow tie for a little bit of blue ribbon tied up elegantly. His golden curls are tamed and swept away from his face for once, as if gelled back. He's not wholly comfortably with realizing in the right clothes he can pass for a dinh's son, and seems uncharacteristically sheepish at the start of the event. However, he adjusts easily as the night wears on, and resumes his usual charming, devil-may-care demeanor quickly. His mask is that of the Muse of Comedy, noble and cheerful, though there is a pin of the Muse of Tragedy holding his ribbon together.

Charlotte: For one brief night, she gets to live in what should have been. The daughter of nobility and wealth in 17th century France, she's clad in the layers and frills of a highborn lady. Her puffed sleeves are lined with the finest lace, and though indigo might be the devil's color, it suits her fine. Pearls from the New World and rings from her grandmothers kiss what little exposed skin she has. She catches her mother's scent upon her when she moves, the heady scent of expensive perfume afforded only to the incredibly privileged. For this singular, ephemeral evening, she is the daughter of House Deshayes, and all the beauty that conveys. Honestly, she feels like she's tripping the entire evening, her stays a little too tight, her head swimming. This isn't her. She knows this isn't her. Her mask is half of a sharp-carved skull, carved of crystals that seem more like frost.

Victor: Victor never gets cosmetics. It is a truth universally acknowledged in the Fog that, at some point in your life, you will get attacked by a perpetually naked man with stunted development. But like Cendrillion in the old fairy tales, he has a loving patron -- or at least a fellow Killer who knows how to sew. Victor is in a surprisingly more modern ensemble than his sister, based solely on Bubba being a more modern seamstress. He's in a little suit jacket with tuxedo pants, made of a thick but soft fabric. Unfortunately, nothing could be found for a shirt, so he's just bare-chested under the jacket and fine with it. He's having a grand time at the function. He does, however, have a mask, and it is as ever the twin to his sisters, like two halves of a whole.

Bonus! Ferret has dealt me critical damage by saying 'Masquerade Event Makes Twins As They Could Have Been! Entity mocks their existence by sealing Charlotte's wound and making her 'normal' where Victor for one evening reflects what he would have been had he developed separate of Charlotte: A real boy!'

Max: He feels like he could be walking right into the Daily Planet in this suit. The lapels are pointy, the wool is soft, and the color is so vibrant. He doesn't have to run around in his grimy old clothes. He's somebody in this, like Clark Kent or the boy on TV's dad. The fabric is the color of happiness, of sunflowers, of something important. It makes him feel as warm and happy as he can be. The clothes make the man, and in this case, Max at least makes an effort to socialize more than usual, to try being something more tonight. It's not always easy, but it feels like he's in another secret identity. Maybe that's silly. Maybe he'll feel dumb in the morning, when he wakes up alone in the old farmhouse. But for tonight, he feels wonderful, and he wants to spread the sentiment around. God knows it's rare to find in this place. He's wearing a simple half-mask that beautifully complements his suit, cut so that everyone can see his smile.

Anna: No sarafan and kokoshnik for this lady. Kosovorotka, leggings, and an elegant kaftan in all the hues of the forest. She cuts an imposing but gorgeous figure, like autumn's king come down to preside over the masquerade. The image of her axes repeats along patterns at the edges of her clothes, along with a crowned hare to continue the motif of her power and regality at the event. Rich brown, soft golds, and rich deep reds truly make her look like something that crawled out of the forest instead of hell. Not the most social attendee, she keeps to the edges and the refreshments, still humming to herself and nodding firmly at hose who come upon her. Her mask is a more ornate, fierce-looking iteration of her girlhood rabbit mask.

Mary: For once, Gilead's last serving daughter gets to appear as she prefers. Stripped of the feminine, she has settled comfortably into an old black suit, a bolo around her neck clasped with a fine fat ruby. Her shirt is pristine white, lined with subtle rose patterns that are only visible from the right angles in the proper lighting. Her long jacket and slim-fit trousers are the same silky black, though of much firmer material. She keeps her long hair braided back in a single tight plait, almost as severe as her mouth. Yet she's not displeased to be at the Masquerade. In fact, it reminds her of finer evenings in her father's house, when palavering and politicking was surely necessary. The nostalgia doesn't hurt her. Her mask is largely the abdomen of a spider, with 8 fine chains clasping the golden mask securely to her face. The cephalothorax of the gilded spider is a free-hanging accessory that kisses down to her chest, easily disturbed by her breath or words and letting out a metallic whisper in answer.

#steventbt #marytbt #maxtbt #charlottetbt #victortbt #annatbt #spider // #spiders //

[fatedstrands]

4. Favourite thing about roleplaying? 12. Have you any old muses that you’d love to bring back? 15. What do you look for in a rp partner? 24. What about your muse are you most proud of?

4. Favorite thing would have to be the freedom to go BONKERS with ideas and language. I always had books and writing as a sort of escape from the real world, the only thing I could control the flow of. And when you find a good RP partner? Oh man it's just like I presume drug addiction is like. It's just so fucking good I can't get enough. 12. Old muses I'd want to bring back? other than my OC boi that I bring into every damn universe because he's the god of dimension, perhaps my Alex Mercer? I never really got to write him too much but it was fun the dumb little skits I'd make up on my own when I was a teen. More than likely my boi Kiel though. 15. What I look for is heart. You gotta love your character, but also you gotta love the idea of writing, of pushing the boundaries of your muse, of being unafraid to be different. I thrive off that. Take nothinglikegod for example, top notch wolfwood, 10/10 energy, matches what they get as much as they can. The amount of ideas flung around between us, the casual concepts that have developed into full blown goal pickets for us to reach in our stories. It gives be so much energy. Or geraniumshurricane. Best Vash on the market, a full menace to society and if you have an idea, they'll grab at you like a feral animal. They're so eager for fun and hyped for ideas, down for some angst, but also frothing at the mouth for the silly, the goofy, the cute and the downright pure wholesome. So, really I look for the energies, and it all starts with interactions, with DMs is where I figure out where I stay. Thank you for reminding me to make a mains tab (and just yknow finish my revamp I started nearly a week ago rip me). 24. Personally? About my muse? Probably the art. My wife designed my mainverse Nai and Woowoo, but I designed Legato. It's honestly just a merge of the old and the new with a few special twists, but I'd probably say their designs. That and that my Legato is a weird ass fucking pendulum like damn I love him, I have so much fire and energy to write his energetic chaos of love and hatred. I'm eager to write more on his dark verse. If we're not just talking muse but things attached? My special verse tags for my main babies. I work hard on my verse/ship and nsfw tags, I like my goofy memes and my songs that match the vague overarching vibe of the idea for that thing Thank you for asking! Now here's some nachos

#Anonymous #The Angelic Choir

[infini-tree]

hm. ppu headcanon time

ppu!george was actually put up a grade when he was put into jhes but was uncomfortable about it the whole time causing him to be a bit more withdrawn. his time in that class was short lived as an as-of-yet indeterminate drastic event happened and he was booted to kindergarten-- it probably involved harold defending him and ppu!kipper (who'd be a bit like a tattletale like main!melvin)

ppu!harold's whole deal stemmed from his rough home life and his parents’ divorce. his general disdain for adults/authority was a defense mechanism against his dad, but the way he could hypnotize krupp into blunder without regrets is based on things internalized because of his dad. 

the way i see the latter happening is that on some level his dad tried to project onto harold to be more like him. while it didn't work, harold did internalize that sort of power dynamic and its echoed back with the boys’ and blunder’s dynamic

ppu!melvin is so chill. unlike his mainverse counterpart, he doesn’t stress about academic achievements so he’s coasting through life. as an aside, due to aforementioned views, there couldn’t be a melvinborg situation with him. a little goofy, but may be the most emotionally intelligent in comparison to the rest of the cast (which is a pretty low bar considering everyone else’s issues). hes got a lot of stuff going on in his head, less in a genius way but more in a cloudcuckoolander/bunny eared lawyer way

i’ve joked in chats that he’s has perrito from pib: the last wish vibes

ppu!krupp trades his mainverse’s fight instinct and quick temper for an attempt to placate and be a doormat to be in other’s good graces. both stem from a need for control, but they go about it in completely different ways, and both have similar emotional constipation problems. its just that in ppu!krupp’s case, he can’t be vulnerable in showing his frustration, instead feeling that he has to keep up this image of this perfect (not angry, always positive) principal

blunder... if you’ve seen the exploratory comics and the posts i’ve made for him in regards to how i think a ppu sticky notes au concept would go, with his personhood arc taking a wild turn after a certain point. its less the fact that he finds out he’s fictional that brings distress-- after all, the boys treated him like he’s only useful as a tool for their ends-- its that there were previous versions of him from his last resets he doesn’t (and can’t!) know about and how he’s constantly propped up and compared to them, even by those he’s supposed to trust

#mells thinking out loud on her blog again #this can apply to other au's that have ppu elements in it but i'll jsut stick to #captain underpants #sticky notes au #for ease of organization

[myhiraeth]

★ ⸻ GENERAL

name:   cerci linore london

alias(es): cers, cece (rarely), little spider, little raven 

gender: cis - female

age: mid-twenties to late-twenties   

birthday:  october 31 (scorpio) 

place of Birth:  blackpool, england

spoken Language(s):  english, arabic, intermediate russian, intermediate french, some turkish

sexual Preference: demi-sexual / romantic (with a lean to hetero)

occupation(s): “consultant”, “p.i.”, “broker”, “acquisitions” 

★ ⸻ APPEARANCE

eye color:  dark brown, black in some lights & when she’s really peeved  

hair color:  dark brown 

height: 5′3″

major scars: belt scars and welts covering back and sides, 

★ ⸻ FAVORITE

color:   emerald slytherin green.

song:   Sonata No. 14 “Moonlight” in C-Sharp Minor

food:    n/a

drink:  tea 

★ ⸻ HAVE THEY…

passed university:  verse dependent (mainverse = yes) 

had sex: verse dependent, generally no 

had sex in public: no.

gotten pregnant/someone else pregnant: no.

kissed a boy: yes.

kissed a girl: no. 

gotten tattoos: no.

gotten piercings:  no.

been in love: no. 

stayed up for more than 24 hours: yes. 

★ ⸻ ARE THEY…

a virgin: verse dependent, generally yes. 

a cuddler: depends  on  the  person.

a kisser:  yes.

scared easily:  no, but she’ll have you thinking she is 

jealous easily: yes.

trustworthy: technically yes. but she’s like a genie/djinn/jinn, you gotta be specific about what you’re asking.

dominant: she can be if she feels safe.

submissive:  generally yes. 

in love: depends on the verse but generally no.

single:  verse  dependent.

★ ⸻ RANDOM QUESTIONS

have they harmed themselves:  no.

thought of suicide: yes.

attempted suicide: no.

wanted to kill someone:  yes, and she’s gone through with it in some cases

have/had a job: yes.

have any fears:  yes, she absolutely does but none she’ll admit.

★ ⸻ FAMILY

sibling(s):  none.

parent(s):  carter london and linore london 

children:  none,  unless  plotted.

significant other:  verse  dependent.

pet(s):  none. 

tagged from: @noblehcart 

#cerci london. / headcanons

[starrysupercell]

Yor writing is -chef's kiss-! I thought I was the only one who thought Sandy was 16ish! ...Do u have SandyxEdgar thoughts? 👀

Many thanks! 🤭💙

And, oh man, do I!

They're dubbed Sleepy Scarf, by a friend and me. (@lumpy-veev :3 they draw really well, check them out if you haven't already!!)

I have a big story idea that features them heavily, and other AU ideas that includes them. But for the sake of spoilers and simplicity, I'll keep it tied to my mainverse. (Which also has spoilers, but I'm not too caught up in that.)

Also, this is them as a couple, not including the TDT.

-Basically, my hc of Sandy is that he's a being even more mysterious than Tara and Gene, because while they were both humans at one point long before joining Starr Park, he simply appeared one day in a very strong sandstorm.

-Nobody was sure what his origin was. A creation of Starr Park? A magic being wisked into existence? Even the Higher Ups of the Park said something along the lines of "Who cares? Just make him a Brawler." And so they did.

-Tara and Gene took it upon themselves to look after him, so he's a part of the Mystic Trinity.

-In his time in the Park, Sandy has observed how things are. Been told by Tara and Gene that a lot of folks here are trapped. How there have been many attempts to revolt, escape, overthrow the system, but it's ended in near-total failure each time. (Although, very few have managed to leave.)

-As a result of knowing so much and feeling like there's no true hope for most/all current Brawlers to escape safely, he decides to take a backseat to trying. After all, it's just not possible in this lifetime. So why bother. 😪

-...and this is where Edgar finally comes in!

-Edgar's an angry lad who's fueled by rage and determination. Honestly I feel like in any universe, Sandy is wowed by Edgar's seemingly endless energy. In this case, Edgar provides a real spark of hope of getting out of this place to Sandy. Since he knows more than his share fair of secrets around the park, he decides to help the edgy teen anyway he can.

-First and foremost, this means making sure Edgsr keeps a low profile and minimizing the damage he's already caused AND the attention he's garnered... He has to calm him down.

-Edgar has been claimed as one of the comfiest to lay on by Sandy. It's like Sandy has become attuned to every time Edgar lays down, because he magically appears and lays on him.

- Onto more light hearted headcanons and thoughts though 🥰

The best way to describe SS is that they're just two cats. One's an active black cat, ready to fight at a moment's notice and can usually be seen jumping across roof tops, and the other is a snoozing cat that enjoys the sunlight.

"You're a pillow and blanket all in one." Sandy mumbles happily.

"No I'm not, I'm just on break," Edgar 'complains' but Sandy is already snoozing, and Edgar just lays there. Until break is over... or some time after that. Colette will be fine...

When it comes down to it, Edgar is a hyped-up angry boy, and Sandy's the calm that can reel him in... to an extent. Conversely, Edgar is Sandy's motivation and has the sleepy boy's admiration.

#Brawl Stars #Ask #Sleepy Scarf #Shipping

[eirian]

oc spotlight: patoto (villainverse)

oh man ok. villainverse patoto. probably one of my favorite ocs ive ever made tbh

he started out as a joke almost, a sort of "what if?" au sorta deal. what if patoto was a villainous saiyan? it sounded like such a fun concept i just had to explore it. and then i came up with this design

which was just SO cool to me i couldnt stop thinking about it. and then before i knew it he became his own character--a patoto from a parallel universe where he was a ruthless warrior, totally opposite from his mainverse counterpart

he developed so fast from there. i gave him a companion that ended up being kinpa, and he developed into kinpa's bodyguard. i gave him a rival that ended up being calabris. i gave him a complicated relationship with his parents, one of which he thought was dead for most of his life (his armor is actually based off of hers to remember her by). his universe grew and his story basically wrote itself i was so obsessed with him and still am

here's his current ref showing how much he's grown

even today im still giving him more development and story! as of right now in the timeline (post-mirrors and post-facets), he has a child with his partner kinpa and his family has grown from just him to a group of six including himself! he's learned to have friends and open his heart to others, and he's gotten so strong im so proud of him.

mirrors would have never existed had i not ran with his concept like i did. his character and story contrasting with mainverse patoto's is just so fun and awesome to me and i've always had fun with it and i feel like i'll continue to have fun with it as well!!

i could honestly keep going about some specific details abt him like his relationship with kinpa and zumeg (both of them) and his father and his kid and. yknow what i will LOL

his relationship with kinpa started as just a bodyguard situation but OF COURSE that developed into an actual partnership bc i love that shit. he was this cold and frankly mean guy that wanted nothing to do with kinpa or being his bodyguard--he hated it. but after getting trapped on earth in a parallel universe, he learned to open up to the idea of having at least one friend and letting himself care about someone for the first time since he was a child.

as for his parents...thats complicated lol. (facets spoilers ahead !!!) his mother zumeg was presumed dead when she didnt return from a battle when he was just a boy, and his father left some time before that, so he was basically raised in an orphanage into adulthood (or at least until he could join the army). he met the mainverse zumeg and that shook him to his core bc she was not only so different but she still cared about him and reminded him what it was like to be loved by his own mother. it wasnt until way later, many many years later, that he decided he wanted to find his father and find out why he left them. after getting that clarification, he chose to give his father a second chance at being part of his life--more for himself than his father, really--and then not long after that he discovered his mother was actually alive, just under someone's control. he saved her, and suddenly he had a family again.

i havent quite developed his story with his kid just yet, but so far what i figure is that he isnt experienced with children at all so he does have a hard time balancing the tough parenting act and the gentle, kind parenting. snake (his son) does feel a pressure to be as great as his father, since he's heard the stories of how he saved the universe before and how he continues to fight and reach new heights. patoto is a little awkward at handling this and has a hard time showing that he's proud of his son and that sort of causes a little tension between them but it eventually works out

basically i love villainverse patoto. a lot. i would die for him actually

#oc spotlight

[dragonmuse]

I woke up choosing violence and angst so please— Mainverse!Eddy with Bad!Lucius and/or Bad!Jim? Alternatively, Mainverse!Steede with either of the TerribleLifeChoices!Charlies

So mainverse Eddy and May Be Bad Luc would just be a shoot out, knock down drag out fighting. Eddy would win this time.

Mainverse Stede, just Stede here, and Wake Myself Charlie, just Charlie here.

Stede: *draws him into a hug* I'm so sorry my boy that I was so foolish.

Charlie: * raw sobbing* why didn't my father come back? Why did I get fucking shafted?

Stede: I don't know *lies, can totally guess* but you didn't deserve that.

Charlie: I needed you.

Stede: I know, I know. And his life was certainly much poorer for not having you in it, trust me.

Charlie: no it isn't, he's happy.

Stede: Not in the way he could be. My Charlie...I'm so proud of him. He tries so hard to do his best. He doesn't let the world bully him and he loves with his whole heart.

Charlie: So you're...you're okay with Izzy?

Stede: *freezes* Not..not Felix?

Charlie: Felix? Ooooh that guy. Yeah no. I married Izzy.

Stede: *pats Charlie on the back very slowly* I...may need a moment to process that. *screams internally for a long minute* How did that happen?

Charlie: I met him at a club hooking up. We fucked around for a while then realized we actually liked each other.

Stede: *faintly* I see.

Charlie: You good?

Stede: No. Yes. I mean. Are you happy? Is he good to you?

Charlie: Yeah, he's the best, actually.

Stede: The best. Well. Hard to argue with that.

*Stede a 100% wakes up in a cold sweat for some many reason. *

#waiting room roundtable