#its toastys hc

[historia-vitae-magistras]

Christmas fic please?

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The Blue Hour This is somewhat of a sequel to my other 18th-century fics 'When the Heart is Full the Tongue Will Speak" and "The Prison Ship," but it also stands alone. Valley Forge was arguably the worst winter of the war. Alfred's having a bad time. Matt tries to help. He has something for Alfred. This was supposed to be longer, but I had to say fuck it and put it in the queue, or it wasn't happening, so I'm so sorry for inflicting it on you. Apple pie reference is from the HC that Alfred's pie recipe comes from a nice Pennsylvania Quaker lady who took him in in the late 17th century when he was little after the Massachusetts witch crazes. This isn't a happy fic, but it is deeply loving. Also on ao3

Valley Forge, Christmas 1777

Alfred’s legs didn’t feel quite real as he approached the clearing. It was silent here. No animals. No people, either. Even the last chickadees, so faithful through the winter, had disappeared behind him as the previous winter sun faded from a depressing grey to pitch dark. He was a bit numb and more paranoid as he rounded a copse of trees and found himself staring at a pristine clearing. He recognized this house, grey stone with a heavy slate roof. There was no glass in the windows, but cheery, flickering firelight escaped through whatever slight cracks there were in the shutters. He hefted his rifle, bayonet attached, closer and approached, wary. The forest held its breath, and the fire crackling became louder as he approached. There was smoke from the chimney but no shadows of movement inside. He gripped his rifle. He should go home to his haphazard tar paper and log shack, but it was dark now, and Valley Forge was 30 miles behind.

He pushed open the door with a bang, rifle to his shoulder, and heard a surprised shout. A figure twisted, axe in hand, poised to hook it into Alfred’s neck and remove an arm at the shoulder like a branch from a trunk. Then, a note of laughter, and he was embraced.

Warmth hit him. First, Matt’s entire body was warm, and his clothes were fire-toasty. Then the smell of roasting meat floated, so solid it was almost visible, into his senses. Then, dizziness. Dizziness struck like a blow to the head. Alfred might have passed out on the floor if Matt hadn’t already had his arms around him.

Matt squeezed with more strength than Alfred had ever known his baby brother to have. The rifle was tugged from his hands, and he was suddenly sitting, sodden clothes and boots pulled off, feet stretched towards the fire. He might have vomited if he wasn’t so hallowed out. Matt was gone for only a moment, but Alfred grabbed a hold of him as soon as he was back.

“Have you changed your mind?” He grasped Matt’s sleeve with a shaking hand. “Did you come to your senses?”

“Have you?” Matt said, derisive even as he pressed a mug into Alfred’s hands. “Drink that, and the world will stop spinning.”

“Matthew---” He didn’t let go of Matt’s sleeve. “You haven’t come to—.”

“Bend the knee?” Matthew’s eyes flashed, and Alfred was all too aware of the axe on his belt and the rifle against the wall. “No. I’m not.”

“What are you doing here then?” He let Matt go and sipped on the contents of the mug—broth, salty and rich beyond belief. Matt was right. The world did stop spinning.

“It’s Christmas.”

“Is it?”

“It is,” Matt said with a watery smile. “I take it you got my note.”

“Pie at sundown,” Alfred recalled. “I got it. I could hardly believed you remembered that.”

“First apple pie you ever made me. I’ll remember it til the sun goes dark.” Matt was before him with a blanket and a stack of clothes. “Finish drinking that, put these on and then we’ll talk.”

They were his own clothes, what he’d left in the chest of drawers in Boston after he’d slipped his guards and disappeared across the border and into Quebec. He wanted to toss them back. They were the clothes of a crown subject, a boy with a British boot on his neck. Not the free man he wanted to be. That he was, but he hadn’t had a fresh shirt since his baby brother had dragged his corpse out of his shallow grave on the Hudson. He could wash it as often as he liked, but the linen was still wearing thin. His former things were practically new, the linen fresh and clean, the wool still warm. Alfred ran a hand over the fabric, still so chilled he hardly considered his pride as Matt turned away to tend to the bird slowly roasting over the fire and dressed. He glanced over his shoulder when Alfred slipped the shirt over his head. There hadn’t been a mirror to look at himself in months, and he didn’t want to. He knew his ribs were stark; he could feel them. Matt looked that kind of devastated that, if he hadn’t turned away, might have made Alfred cry.

“Have you had a decent meal since I saw you?” He didn’t look over his shoulder again until the shirt was over his head, and he’d buttoned the blue waistcoat over his chest. Everything was so ill-fitting now.

Alfred ignored him. “Does Father know you’re here?”

Matthew snorted. “It’s Christmas; he’s so deep into the officer’s nog when I left he won’t realize I’ve gone unless I’m not there for epiphany morning with tea going. So I shot a turkey and pissed off south to find you. Looks like its a good thing I did too.”

“I’m fine.” Alfred scowled. “There’s a camp of thousands of men 2 miles from here with nothing but rice and vinegar for Christmas dinner. Next to them, I’m all right.”

“I’m sorry,” Matt said, and it damn well looked like he meant it, narrow shoulders bowed as he sat heavily onto one of the overturned logs he obviously meant to use as a kitchen chair for the occasion.

“You could feed a lot of people if you stayed. You’re a good hunter.”

“Don’t,” Matt said. “We’ve had this conversation. Look at you. You know I wouldn’t survive another war like this. You’re kissed by God himself and you look like death.”

“It’s not so bad.”

“Rice and vinegar, eh? Yeah well. Try some turkey and see if it compares.”

“Why do you keep coming to see me if you won’t pick a side, Matt? You’re committing treason and you know it.”

“You’re my brother.”

His shrug was simple, unemotional. The sky was up, the Earth was down, the snow was cold, and Matt would haul and shoot a turkey and walk four days just to sneak him a decent meal. He teared up. Maybe it was the cold, the deprivation or just how much he missed home and heart and heart. Throat working, shoulders shaking even if he wasn’t crying, he grabbed Matt by the shoulders and squeezed for a third time, kissing him on the forehead about a dozen times and just feeling something so desperately affectionate he had to ride it out like dizziness.

“I missed you.” He said.

“You too.” Matt had clamped himself around Alfred, playing as if he just held on; he wouldn’t feel how much weight he’d dropped since summer. After a long moment, he made Alfred sit on one of the logs and tossed the rucksack while he struck flint and steel and put tinder to kindling. “Have you been sick? You look terrible,”

“Everyone is.” He said. There was no point in hiding it. “You know what it’s like. A moving army is a healthy army. A camped army is a sick army.”

“Why do you think I like the woods so much? I could run from the British as easily as from the typhus.”

“Yeah, well, they’re my people. I can’t leave them.”

“Do you have scurvy yet?”

“Gettering there.” He poked his tongue at his teeth. He had all of them, but he was always so tired. It couldn’t be far away.

Matt pivoted and took an orange in each hand, shoving them at Alfred. “Father... he’s in the habit of buying two.”

“I can’t take these!”

“Think of them as reparations.”

“Won’t you get scurvy?’

“I get lime juice twice a day. Just take anything you want out of my pack and eat it. Take the rest tomorrow. I’ll get a rabbit on my way back if I get hungry.”

“Why do you have to go back?”

“Stop asking me that. Pick something for me to make out of what’s in there, all right? Anything you want tonight, and you can take the rest tomorrow.”

“I want you to stay.”

Matt leaned against the wall by the hearth, arms crossed. “And I don’t want to die. So stop asking. That’s the agreement. Stay alive. Not stay with you.”

“You should be my right hand. It should be me and you against the world.”

“You’re the one fighting with the world, Alfred. I already have. I lost. Pick a vegetable, eat an orange, have some wine and stop trying to sentence me to death because you’re lonely again.”

He was tearing up, and so was Alfred. They looked away from each other, and Alfred went to the pack.

He opened food like he had once opened pewter inkwells at the apothecaries, looking for the blue ink he liked better than the quickly fading walnut; there were cranberries, potatoes, apples, stalks of celery, onions, cabbage, carrots, mushrooms, honey cakes, tea, coffee, a jug of wassail and a smaller bottle of Madeira. Smaller quantities of sugar, flour, oats, rice, raisins and rye. There were more of his clothes that he hadn’t taken when he’d fled Boston nearly two years prior. And under all that, a length of blue cloth with shining brass buttons. 

“Mattie.... What is that coat?” 

His brother froze. He’d been dragging his knife down the side of the roasted bird and onto a rough-hewn platter. For one long moment, Alfred thought he might burst into tears. 

“It’s for you.” He said. 

“Whe did you get it?” 

“General Montcalm.” He said. “It was too big so I hid it under the floorboards. Thought I’d wear it too the victory parade someday. It’s... it’s your colour now, isn’t it?”

“It— Yeah it is.” 

“I hope its luckier for you than it was for me.” He said quietly. “I hope Lord Bonnefoy is better to you too.”

“Mattie.” Alfred said quietly. 

Matt was standing there, eyes shut against tears, until he looked up at Alfred with those same big, hopeful eyes he’d always had before all this. Full of all the softness and warmth of Canada that may not have existed elsewhere that winter. Words stuck in his throat, and suddenly, so homesick he wanted to burst, Alfred opened his arms. Matt gave up on carving the bird, put down the plate, and allowed Alfred to pull him in again. If Matt had grown, it was only a little, and Alfred could still easily rest his cheek on Matt’s crown, which he did for a long moment.

“Thank you.” He said. 

“It was meant for you,” Matt replied. “You’re... tall and capable like that. It will fit you, even when you fill it out again.” 

“You’ll grow.” Alfred said. “Someday. And then we'll be fine."

Someday. 

#hws america #hws canada #na bros #my writing || cacoethes scribendi #the ask box || probis pateo #alfred and matt || lonely boys with the longest borders #matthew || my country is winter #alfred || o beautiful for spacious skies

[bowieandqueen11]

Dream Being Protective Would Include...

Request: I need protective Dream hcs 🥰🥰

Oooh here you go my lovely!

If you enjoy, please make my day and comment or reblog!!!

(I do not own the Sandman or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @katronautt.)

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I think I genuinely go more feral each time I write these first sentences little by little but it’s worth it lmao. I’ve genuinely never seen a more woeful person with your uwu eyes skulking about like a melodramatic paper bag being whipped by the wind you king of having no brain cells I’ve never wanted to bonk someone so badly he really is the moment. Sometimes when I feel sad I just walk around like Dream does walk walk fashion baby he owns the catwalk, and I immediately feel better lmao.

Dream’s lost a lot during his existence, and he knows how it feels to be so alone and tormented constantly by the world around him, so keeping you protected from the dangers of all the realms is of the upmost importance to him. If you’re not safe, or if there’s even a hint that you’re not alright, Dream would tear every world apart, piece by piece, and scatter their ashes through the cosmos if it meant protecting you.

No joke, Dream’s first instinct when the two of you run into trouble is to hide you away so he knows you’re safe. The verdant rolling orchards that he takes you to in the hopes to woo you further, with thick marble clouds that seem to shoot out honey gold sun rays like halos, can sometimes become unstable after the whole mess with Rose Walker and the Vortex. So, Dream being Dream of course, he doesn’t completely... well, he doesn’t completely understand human customs, let’s just say. He just kind of scoops you up like you’re a feather on the breeze and wraps you up in his coat until the two of you become a little compact unit of burrito lmao. Bless him, the scowl on his face doesn’t give any hint to how tight the vice grip of his arms around your stomach trembles each time the grass beneath your feet shakes. The frumple of his concerned eyebrows as he watches the sky fracture like a shooting spiderweb straight down the middle is balanced by the way his legs tighten around yours, until you’re tucked inside his thighs. You’re not complaining though: his chest is toasty and haven-like, even if your cheek is smushed up against it like an aghast hamster.

Then, there are the more stressful (albeit humorous) times when he becomes super hypervigilant and solicitous when you’re around his family. He’s not a naturally touchy-feely PDA filled person out in public; Dream has to stay restrained to keep all the feelings and hopes and beacons of light of the dreaming within him. If even a fraction of the love that cries within him for you slips through his mask unrestrained, it would overwhelm you so greatly it would be an earth-burning devastation borne from the purest kindle. That doesn’t stop him from staying by your side during the family get togethers you end up always having to drag him along to. If he sees Desire’s slippery little snake fingers slithering their way towards you, even for a millisecond, he grows and gnarls and warps until he’s an ink splodged shadow looming up the wall. He becomes a cataclysmic penumbra that slowly begins to swallow everything in its wake; it takes Despair nodding at their twin for Desire to finally wallow off and sit by their sister with an unbothered shrug, but the thudding pang in their heart can’t mask their understanding of why humans are so afraid of nightmares. 

As soon as they’re gone, Dream relents a little and comes stalking behind you, tethered tightly to your back like a sulking scarecrow surrounded by devouring crows. He glares at everyone with that lemon sucking sour face of his, until you eventually manage to get him to calm down and retreat back into himself by twisting round to face him. Even he can’t help the blank, trusting look of awe that slips through when you carefully cup his cheeks and bring him down to tentatively kiss your lips - but the smile that twitches against them definitely is purposeful.

It doesn’t last very long though: when Death comes over aawing and genuinely looking delighted, sweetly singing about how Y/n and Dream are ‘k-is-s-i-n-g’, he’s straight back to moping and dragging you back home lmao.

If any of his escaped nightmares even dare to come after you, Dream could send them straight down to the depths of Hell with only an icy glare. He’s by your side straight away, appearing in the corner of your eye as you blink and blowing the nightmare straight back into sand before you even have time to summon him. When you get back to the Dreaming, he will. not. leave. you. alone. Even though you both know that you’re perfectly capable of handling yourself, he still has this aching, fiery anchored gap in the pit of his heart: the loss of his son and the severance and betrayals from his family have bitten and torn chunks from him, even though he’ll never admit it willingly. So, he does what he can - not to be ‘clingy’, in his eyes, but just precautious (which equals to him being clingy as frick.) You actually cannot step out of a room in the castle without Dream just hovering in the corner of the next like a bloody phantom. You step out to talk to Lucienne and peruse some of the latest journals in the library? Dream suddenly floats around the tucked away bookshelf like an emo ghost and nearly scares the crap out of you. He doesn’t say anything, but just settles next to you and bumps his shoulders against yours in a way that screams out: I love you, I love you I love you I love you and I can’t leave your side. It would ruin me. Thankfully you’ve learnt how to read the small and seemingly insignificant signs he gives by now, so you say nothing as he peers down at the dusty volumes along with you. You don’t even make a note: not a sound, too wary of scaring him away from this easiness as he cups his hands onto yours in a comfortable affinity. His breath shakes as he gapes down at the way your fingers slot perfectly underneath his own, a mixture of awe and curiosity in his eyes. As if he’s feeling you. Studying you. Absorbing you. Trying to understand how something like you could exist without being one of his own creations. Because if he dared his hand to try and mould perfection, it would equal you in every way.

Or when you sit up in the turrets to have a nice nap during the long stretch of the afternoons, since it is the Dreaming after all! When you blink awake, you find that Dream has settled himself into your side, tucked up all blissful and pensive as he peeks out from the cape he’s wrapped around the two of you like a turtle. The stars have begun to peek out, brightening the horizon like a sprinkling of shadowy blues and pearls of gold as he ties his hip against yours. To your surprise, Dream gazed up at the skies that reflect the iridescent infinity within his own; he begins to hum softly, very out of tune (but he’s still trying) as he traces all the universes and constellations that he’s traversed. If you must sleep, he wants you to know you’re not physically alone, and to make sure you have the sweetest dreams to boot.

The poor boi bless him one time in the human world you pinged a few too many crumbs at pigeons (his favourite activity lol). They began to swarm around you like a storm of beaks and beating wings, and Dream became so afraid they were like sent by Lucifer to swoop you away from him in retaliation for his earlier visit. He started pushing you behind his back and sternly telling the birds off, chiding them with warnings, which earned him a few grumbles and raised eyebrows from the London passerby. 

#the sandman #neil gaiman #dream of the endless #morpheus #dream #sandman #dream of the endless imagine #morpheus imagine #dream imagine #the sandman imagine #sandman imagine #dream of the endless x reader #dream x reader #morpheus x reader #the sandman x reader #sandman x reader #dream of the endless headcanons #dream headcanons #morpheus headcanons #the sandman headcanons #sandman headcanons #desire of the endless #death of the endless #despair of the endless #lucienne

[fafi-and-oblivia]

A quick note coming from Fafi on what Thanksgiving is, for those of you that don't celebrate it :] Thanksgiving is a holiday primarily celebrated in the USA and Canada. Its a meal where you come together with most commonly family but can also include friends as well. Its a time to give thanks and come together. Every family will do it differently and have different traditions but that's the basic description of the holiday. Anyhow enjoy!

THANKSGIVING WITH THE WHOLE BLOOMING PANIC GANG HCS

sal and his wife happily host everyone at their house

you, quest, nightowl, toaster, biglady, june, and even xyx show up in person

and everyone thinks onion isn't coming because of his lack of enthusiasm in the chats about the whole thing, but he shows up and surprises everyone

unfortunately two2 couldn't make it (his mom wouldn't let him 💀) but he hops on a facetime with someone so he can say hi to everyone

xyx is probably wearing a christmas sweater and sunglasses when he inevitably rolls in late

sal and his wife cook a lovely thanksgiving dinner but everyone else brings something to add

when everything is said and done, sal and his wife made a big turkey (and also a vegetarian roast!!), cranberry sauce and stuffing, quest brought mashed potatoes, biglady brings green bean casserole, xyx buys dinner rolls at the store, nightowl brings cookies, and june bakes like 3 pies

you bring enough drinks for everyone; cider, champagne, etc.

everyone sits around salo's dinner table (which surprisingly has enough room for everyone, but not enough chairs so some of yall have folding chairs or lawn chairs)

someone probably says grace based off of onion's insistence 

everyone digs in and banters throughout the meal, making the most of your time altogether 

quest is probably really nervously polite the whole time

he also probably scolds nightowl's table manners, which they all call him old for

you talk about work, school, the plane rides, love lives, plans for the future, and ofc bloomic 

sal tells everybody stories and you all listen intently and ask questions 

you crack jokes and talk as if you'd known each other your whole lives, as if you'd never been separated by thousands of miles and computer screens

you're pretty sure you even saw onion smile

and when everyone leaves the table that night, heading back to hotels and such, they leave feeling full; both their stomachs and their hearts

(Headcanon list made by Oblivia <3)

A (Early) Thanksgiving to Remember

This fic is placed after Toasty’s route, SO THERE WILL BE SPOILERS FOR BLOOMING PANIC. You can pick who you want to come with to the party, this will change a few things and how you interact with the LI (love interest), it’s implied that you live with your current LI in the fic. I will italicize and underline all the choices so you know where to click. That should be all, enjoy! :) -Fafi

Who did you come with to the Thanksgiving dinner?: (Click option to proceed)

Nightowl Quest Toasty Xyx

(If there are any complications with the links let me know -Fafi) (Edits made to story on(11/25/2023): fixed some link issues I found, apologies for the inconveniences! everything should work smoothly now <3 -Fafi)

#blooming panic #Oblivia's Headcanons #Fafi's Writing #bloomic #xyx #quest #salociN #biglady #two2 #june #nightowl #toasty #onionthief #bloombot #nakedtoaster #bloomic xyx #bloomic quest #bloomic nightowl #bloomic nakedtoaster #bloomic toasty #fanfic #fanfiction #bp quest #bp toasty #bp nakedtoaster #bp nightowl #bp xyx #bp june #bp two2 #bp biglady

[capriciousleo]

hello!! i just saw your blog like 5 seconds ago haha but im also bored so heres a hc for pantalone:

how many freaking coats the guy has

LIKE WHAT

how big is his closet lmao or does he have like a million of them??

imagine getting matching coats with pantalone though and it being a subtle hint to showcase to the other fatui and harbingers to back off because you’re his and it clearly shows when you’re dripping in his money and clothing :))

probably would also give really good fashion advice too bc damn this man is fancy

more things to consider:

him pulling you into his lap and then smothering you with his coat because its cold and ooo hes nice and warm and toasty

would treat you like royalty despite only using others because it benefits him but he nevers does that to you

Thanks for your ask, anon!!💛 Everyone who reads this, feel free to share your Pantalone hcs too!! I’d love to discuss them.

I think mister has many... many clothes, hence a huge wardrobe of a size of a separate room lmaooo. But tbh idk where he could live- his own place? People assume he has a mansion or something, which for some reason is hard for me to imagine?? But at the same time I really doubt he lives w the rest of the Harbingers... that’s if they even live in the same building. 🤔 I also hc his closet room defo has gold details in it- mans would take pure gold baths if he could.

NOW. I really do like thinking that Pantalone defo would wear their s/o in something that would signify that they belong to him and only him. And he would make sure others know it too. I’m 100% certain he’s possessive. Obsessive... not so much. So yes!! I do agree- sth matching or identifying would totally be on his s/o. Perhaps... it could be a jewelry piece? Hmmm idk I wonder.

For some reason, I feel like Pantalone gives great advices in general, not only when it comes to fashion. I think he’s wise and defo knows how the world around him works- man’s literally built himself on his own. Yes, his morals may be skewed, but... there’s something trustworthy in him. Or that’s me wearing pink shaded glasses and being infatuated *clears throat*. BUT I do feel he would lowk be a tsundere in beginning before he even noticed his s/o. I hc that it’s very difficult to grab his attention unless you are around or above him in social ladder. If you are not falling in that category, but he still notices you... count yourself lucky af.

I also think he’s very tall, around 195 cm, so it would be heaven to hug him *sobs*. Hoyoverse you better make my mans TALL. It would suit him perfectly.

Pantalone would get you out of selfish reasons at first, thinking how he could use you, but with time he would fall for you. And he would even forget his initial reason for getting you now that you two are together. He will provide for you, but, ofc, he will also expect things in... return.

#dottore #childe #fatui genshin #fatui pantalone #genshin headcanons #genshin impact #genshin pantalone #pantalone headcanons #la signora #regrator #fatui harbingers #pantalone hcs #pantalone thirst #pantalone x y/n #pantalone smut #fatui headcanons #scaramouche #genshin imagines #fatui columbina #fatui arlecchino

[f0xgl0v3]

Various Pjo Character hc: games and Pets apparently

In honor of my snake shedding and scaring my socks off while he does so because for a solid moment I got to stare into the black void of my room and consider that a entity would chose to announce its presence by crinkling a like chip back before I realized and screamed, “it’s you” at him and grinding all day in royal high because the Dev team is setting it on fire but I still want to be a pretty princess in the game.

It is only day two of midwinter break please my marbles have already scattered,

Octavian; if he had access to the game. Would’ve played royal high. He strikes me as a dress up type of guy. Does profit trading but refuses to diamond farm. Also doesn’t like switching over to different rh like games. Again, like exclusively uses it for the dress up aspect, thinks everything looks really pretty. He has all of the stuffed animal items/stuffed animal like ones. Gets oddly heated about the game too. Like, would argue with someone about a value of an item and then leave to server hop. Yeah he’s that one I’m sorry guys. Also his dorm is so bare bones, refuses to spend a lot of diamonds on it until he can do it all at once. But Octavian likes a lot of games where he has total control of his character and everything about it. Really liked Animal Crossing, also feels like he uses the sims purely for character customization; has a bunch of mods and then just never uses them. Has all of his friends/probably the cohort as sims too. Doesn’t like rpg-rpg games that have like fighting mechanics, just feels like the sort of guy to not like video game fighting.

Octavian also had a rabbit. His family had a lot of animals (because he had a lot of family-) and he got to be the rabbit kid. His was the like toasty colored ones with the big lop ears. Sadly it was given away when he joined the legion. But he feels like a rabbit guy, it comforted him a lot.

Jason: you know the wolves life games? For a few certain amount of you I have just unlocked horrifying memories that your brain has tried to hide of emo wolves and if not then you don’t want to know. But I feel like he’d play them, they’d be the first ones once he gets on, along with like obbies. I just feel like he’s the type of guy to like a good obby. But also warrior cats ultimate edition. The first thing my man does when he enters the mortal world is get sucked into warrior cats because I feel like he’s that type of person. Also clangen. He feels like a clangen sort of guy, along with that Mario games. I also feel like he’s in a similar Octavian boat where he doesn’t like games with big fighting mechanics, just doesn’t find it that interesting or something he’s looking for in a game. He is however an open world type of guy, likes exploring.

I want to say he’s a dog guy and would’ve had a dog. But at the same time Jason feels like he’s deeply benefit from getting a cat. Cat’s are just soothing on the soul, also he just feels like the type of person to have a cat on his lap or laying on his chest. Silly little white cat for Jason Grace, or the scraggliest stray cat that was bestowed upon him by the distribution system.

Hazel: any of the like fighting games? Don’t particularly think she likes Roblox much, but if she is playing it’s either one of the games where everyone hates each other and you get to beat each other up or bee swarm simulator. Hazel either is having a de-stress day and it is through being stressed and upset at strangers in the beat ‘em up games, or by tending to her bees and being upset at other people and npcs in bee swarm simulator. Really likes other competitive games too? I don’t know she just strikes me as that type of gal to get waaay too invested in something like a Mario party. Also turn based rpg games, something’s ticks me as someone who’d like that.

Obviously she has Arion but Hazel also feels like she’d vibe with a dog, maybe a cat but I just see more dog with her. A silly little lab for the silly little lady.

Frank: does not play. I genuinely can’t think of Roblox games that are tame enough for him. Actually scratch that tycoon games. The super chill ones where no one interacts with each other and you just exist and build out your little space. He likes those. Enjoys seeing the progress he’s making in something. He’s also an animal crossing player, along with the casual tycoon games. However I’d also say he plays like CoD, just casually and he’s extremely average at it but I feel like he just, does that.

Frank feels like he’d have a really like barely a pet-pet. Like either a fish dude or he has isopods. Just strikes me as someone who can’t deal with a very like aaaaa pet. Or a ragdoll cat. Those are the options I present to you dear reader. Or an axolotl, he’d be an axolotl man.

Larry: Larry plays natural disaster survival. Larry is a menace to society. Also bloxburg, makes pretty okay builds but on a slightly different note feels like a Sims guy to me. I dunno, him and Annabeth get to be in the same boat. Also those really bad mobile games.

Larry gets a pet turtle or a bird. He also just feels like a bird guy, already joked about being a pirate I think he likes giving Camp’s eagles look overs and is happy when it’s his turn to look after them. Also just feels like a man who’d have like 50 pigeons.

Dakota!!!: I almost forgot my man. But Dakota. Dakota plays horror games, he can’t handle them but he still plays it. He is so loud when he plays too. Doors, fnaf, poppy playtime, the list goes on. I think he also sits there and is like, “oh I’m super good at them and like super brave” and it jumps cuts to him screaming because a monster is right behind him. He’s still super brave and great in battle, but he gets so jumpy once you put him in a dark area and instill paranoia. Also can’t play mafia because he screams a little too much.

Dakota is a hamster type of dude. He had a couple growing up and probably would’ve had another one if uh. Events didn’t happen (it’s literally so unfair what happened to him like aaa-). I feel like he had the really small ones.

Okay uh, that’s about it for the random headcanons I’ve spewed. These are 100% my opinions and probably don’t weigh on anything. Thank the Gods I managed to keep Bryce out of it (but if you ask me he is the opposite of Frank, plays CoD and is so annoying about it and very invested-). Anyway I’ll try and actually do something! Possibly New Rome things? Or more Camp Jupiter map, I want to finally put that one to rest. Or Dakota hc finally. We’ll see what happens.

#hehe :3 #pjo hoo toa #camp jupiter #hoo #hoo octavian #hoo headcanon #pjo octavian #octavian headcanon #octavian hoo #octavian pjo #jason grace #pjo jason #hoo jason #hazel levesque #pjo hazel #frank zhang #pjo Frank #pjo larry #hoo larry #pjo dakota #hoo dakota #pjo headcanon #aaaa so many tags- #okay bye

[windywriter]

HCs for the other Lis as camp counselors

This is based on what robobarbie posted.

Quest: Hiking

Always helps you up and down ledges. What a gentleman.

Gets flustered when the other campers ask if hes dating you but cant hide his smile.

Likes to wake up early in the morning and just look out at nature.

Most of his camping gear is pretty cheap, the most expensive thing he has are his hiking boots.

Tends to walk towards the back of the group to make sure there are no stragglers.

Doesnt talk much while hiking and prefers to just enjoy the sounds of nature. Though he will be more than happy to explain all the sorts of cool flora and fauna that grow on the trail.

At first he was too shy to do campfire singing but was goaded into it and now he does it every year.

Toasty: Nurse’s tent/Cabin

Low key dying over how there isnt much signal at the campsite but they’re coping with their switch.

Gets soo many mosquito bites despite always keeping a bottle of repellent on them.

Lets you hang around at the tent and take naps on the cot.

Like nightowl, toasty also gets thrown into the pool/lake by xyx.

Has hello kitty bandages (as per xyx’s request)

Xyx: Kayaking/rock climbing

Does so much stupid shit to try and impress you and gets scolded by toasty and you every time you bring him to the nurse’s tent.

Tries to act like he doesnt like you but its obvious.

Insists that he can do a back flip but has never shown anyone.

Doesnt mind hiking with quest but does with he would go a bit faster. 

Has a “#cool counselor” T shirt that he wears every season.

Wears his sunglasses even indoors.

Likes to tell “slightly” exaggerated stories about his past adventures to campers.

Flirts with you as much as nightowl does but is more subtle about it. 

Xyx would light his marshmallow on fire then chase people around with it.

#blooming panic #blooming panic hcs #bp quest #bp nakedtoaster #bp xyx #xyx #bloomic #nakedtoaster

[pianocat939]

Can you do Yan!Yuki-onna headcannons please?

Yandere Yuki-Onna (雪女) Hcs

Since I'm struggling to write the Lotus Fae request I'm gonna do this one since it's easier.

(Wikipedia isn't helping me explain today so I'll just go from memory)

Tw: Implied/mention of murder, blood stain, hypothermia, implied stalking, breaking in someone's home

• There is one thing about this myth that can really change the interpretation. For each region they have their own Yuki-Onna. Now, for the most part the basic stuff is the same but the methods of killing however can differ drastically.

• I'm from the Kantō region (Central-Eastern Region) so my interpretation will be the usual stuff. It's where most Japanese live so many will agree with me.

• Moving on, the Yuki-Onna is primarily a spirit or ghostly that murders during times of winter and coldness. It is most often a woman, but on some occasions it can be a man as well (if it is a man it is called Yuki-Otoko 雪男)

• Their physical appearance is pure white skin (like actually white) with long black straight hair. In some versions it has blood-stained lips, or just slightly blue ones.

• Their clothing is usually of Kimono for Women and a Hakama for men. Their clothing is white along with some bloodstains from past kills.

• Alright here comes the hard part: method of killing. Apparently in some regions it takes your liver or something, but where I'm from they literally cause you to get hypothermia or freeze you. Typically it's from outside exposure or from her own powers but in some versions it's because of kissing and other lovey-dovey actions.

• The primary reason of its death is because they got exposed to the cold while traveling. In some interpretations it's because they were searching for their lost lover in the cold.

• Either way, the main reason it kills is because of yearning/jealousy. It's known to spare kind and good-looking people but can still snap. When it is angered it slaughters, sometimes raiding villages in envy. They hate the thought of others experiencing love and companionship, thus wanting to eradicate couples.

• Now that I've explained the lore of the Yuki-Onna let's go on to actual hcs

• For the sake of scenario, you live on the outskirts of a village high up in the mountains. It's a frosty winter, unfortunately your fireplace running out of wood. Since it's mid-day you go out, scavenging some thick branches and logs.

• While gathering up the materials you notice movement in the corner of your eye. At first you think nothing of it, but after multiple times you start wonder to if someone's watching you.

• Freaked out, you race home, shutting the door. For the rest of the day you glance behind yourself often as you walk around.

• When night falls you dive under your covers, loving the toasty warmth that slowly begins to build up. You quietly fall into a blissful sleep, exhausted from the dilemma that occurred earlier that day.

• Unknown to you the sliding screen slowly creaks open, a figure stepping onto the bamboo floor. It crouched down, observing your face in admiration.

• You were just so cute! Scurrying away like a little mouse. You must be so afraid having no one to protect you. Don't worry, now that they're here you can rest easy.

• It crawls beside you, wrapping their freezing arms around you. Its icy lips nuzzle into your hair, affectionately whispering random phrases.

• Now you two can sleep forever in the never-ending cold. In your dreams, letting time stop and eternity rage on.

• (In reality they've already killed you and transformed you into a spirit as well.)

(I do not own this ancient artwork)

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Ah I love writing about Japanese folklore and mythology. Reminds of the cartoons and books I read as a kid. You guys can totally request more if you'd like! If you don't any, you can ask for a random one.

- Celina

#yandere #yandere x reader #japanese mythology #japan #mythology #japanese folklore #yuki onna #yandere yuki onna

[bluest-planet]

Some more kh hcs, Eau de parfum Darkness and Light edition! Lets go!

Ok first off: We all know Darkness Smells but have we consider what it smells like?

I feel like, most darkness has a kind of rotten or burnt smell. But it varies a LOT and for Reasons

Like, a more Rotten smell is due to actually malicious intent or hostility cause it draws more negativity from folks since it smells bad to more easily propagate darkness from another heart. (Like, irritation, disgust, anger)

As for Burnt thats more of a default scent that's more based/tailored to each individual dark creature's mood.

Yeah this is an excuse to say Vanitas smells like toasted coconuts and palm trees/charcoal. He'd probably smell like some other kind of wood if it weren't for his connection to Sora which makes him more ~tropical barbeque~

Actually, i feel like darkness with a unique physical form as a specific scent profile than like, the Heartless. But even then, theres differences between groups; purebloods are more Burnt while emblems are more Rotted.

Vanitas however, also smells like blood. Probably because of the Unversed and how their destruction is rebounded onto him.

Scent doesn't necessarily change for specific emotions, but it can change when influenced by other hearts and dark energy; so like again Vanitas as an example, mixing with another dark creature's scent to make something that resembles sandalwood or incense. For a better example; his an Aqua's skirmishes make it makes it smell like rotten lemongrass.

Scents either intensify, mute, or lighten when emotions do, regardless if its joy or anger. Cue Riku, Terra, Aqua, and Vanitas getting allergies and coughing up a storm since its like hay fever whenever someone else is upset about something.

Speaking of that

I feel like the smell thing only affects those who have been really entrenched in darkness, and developed like, a new sense for it. Like dark creatures can practically taste it and use it to communicate but unless you're used to a significant amount of darkness (not like. Turning into a heartless but more of a possessed Riku or Terra or Aqua stuck in darkness) you can't really pick up on it. Unless its a BUNCH of darkness like a demon tower or a powerful individual.

Like you'd have to be really close to get a whiff of it off someone passively.

Speaking of Terra, Aqua, and Riku, they probably all have a dark scent. Its stronger on Terra and Riku, and Aqua's is more muted since she wasn't actually dark for every long, she's just better at smelling it than anyone else after years using it to hide and detect heartless in the realm of darkness and couldn't see.

Riku's got hints of soft neutral driftwood and metallic, kinda like when you touch coins.

When he's particularly upset a nasty burning rubber and pungent corpse scent comes off of him because of Ansem's possession. He hates this, and is glad few anyone can actually pick up on it.

Meanwhile, Terra's got an earthy scent reminiscent of clay and plaster alongside smokey myrrh. He was possessed by Xehanort so there's a lingering bitter burning hair and eye watering ash smell that he also hates.

Aqua didn't develop have time to develop a passive scent, but sometimes when she's really upset you can get a whiff of gross, mildewy, water lettuce mixed with strong cleansing incense trying to burn it out. Its a real nasty combo since it can be really strong and give people headaches from the overwhelming perfume smell. She's embarrassed by it and tries to cover it up by showering a lot or wearing something neutral to mask it when shes having a particularly bad day.

I imagine sora smells a lot like vanitas in rage/anti form, with the toasty coconut/palm sugar vibes, but instead of blood he also gets clean white smokey cotton/linen. His has the unique property where it never rots, but ferments and gets sharper like alcohol/to appeal/draw on positive emotions rather than causing negative ones. This is because a; he doesn't like making people upset and b; more positivity will help get him unstuck out of whatever form he's in.

Onto Light!

So, I don't think Light actually smells. But that doesn't mean it cant or have other similar effecting on the senses.

Honestly haven't thought on it too much but it would be neat if it was either a: Taste or B: Sight

For taste, its inherently linked with smell for some duality, and the fact that most people 'eat with their eyes and nose first' hence, people making assumptions before 'tasting' what someone is actually like based one what they perceive first.

Also obligatory "I wonder what i taste like" "I can help with that" joke here

I dont mean like, literally tasting. More like when thinking fondly of someone or near a pure light you get an inoffensive aftertaste on the back of your tongue that most don't register at first, more of a subconscious thing trying to lift your spirits like a sims buff.

Again, tailored to each individual person's light, the more pure the more flavourful and noticeable. Or maybe even feeling fuller near someone you really care about or a pure light, helping ignore more negative needs. The term 'eating air' comes in mind, definitely more high concept than literal sniff snarffing.

Its not limited to two main categories like darkness tho, but refrains from those. Its usually more neutral like cool water, mineral, or herbaly/minty (Esp when spells like Curaga are used on someone its very floral for a split second.)

Option B: Sight however ...

This one is even weirder, but maybe those with a lot of light have easier times looking past illusions or better eyesight in general. Its to be able to keep all the things important to you within easy view and easier to protect, watchful. Making it easier to spot a friend or Light in a crowd/obstruction.

Thinking about the 3rd eye ability from persona 5...

Maybe it enables a calming presence or energy between friends and family. Like someone is watching your back and on guard while you're fighting or doing something to work together better.

Or make it a 'eyes are the window to the soul' type deal for pure lights.

Its not as indepth but its just an idea, honestly of like to hear how anyone else goes about it, or it could have none at all, since i believe the whole 'darkness smells' come from the fact that its... Dark... In the realm... Of dark... So like, maybe its a pheromone type deal to navigate in there rather than rely on bad eyesight. Light doesn't have this issue.

#kh #kingdom hearts #kh headcanons #blue speaks #✌️ mayhaps some more heart hotel hcs at a later date #this was just buggin' us

[lcpmon]

this is a silly hc so im not bothered by general fanon but i think its kinda funny that i see 3mmet as the one thats fine with heat and lngo as the one that explodes in heat.

like i get why its this way bc 3mmets the one in white whilst lngos in black so its all abt the opposites and how silly it is that hes fine in dark clothes and the others in light clothes and isnt coping

i dont think either rly thrive in heat regardless. 3mmet just copes better. they both burn really bad if they dont use sunscreen thats just how it is

my choice being the opposite of fanon is literally bc lngos in the pearI clan and just hangs about in the cold mountains with no issue. hes not super bundled up, just enough layers to get by so hes a naturally toasty guy to me. a human heater kind of fella.

ive always viewed it that way so its been interesting seeing others view it the other way around with summer prompts

#gilly speaks

[redlightofdawn]

ive been really enjoying ur kyrptonians with dynamics series, its one of my fave takes on a/b/o with superbat :3 What are ur favorite hcs about clark when he's nesting?

thank 'noony! :3

Clark, to me, is the embodiment of both definitions of brooding when he's nesting (aka, around pre-heat). He wants to snuggle down with His People ™ and, if denied, can get quite depressed, poor lad. It is also basically the one time other than heat when you are likely to find Clark indoors out of his own volition rather than soaking up sun outside. Clark doesn't feel cold, but he can feel temperature and likes to be pretty warm and toasty during that time, before fever hits.

also, Clark doesn't much realise this, but most of the time he'll only eat if other people are eating or if he's feeling a particular kind of way (Ma's emergency pie can cure so many ills), since he doesn't actually need to eat all that often. But he gets *snacky* when he's in nesting mode. And Bruce is Actually Delighted by this because it means another way of spoiling Clark, basically - he takes note of all of Clark's cravings and makes sure to have them around so Clark doesn't have to flight halfway across the world for hokey-pokey ice-cream, specially since flying long distance during that time makes Clark nervous.

#Clark Kent #Superman #Bruce wayne #Batman #omegaverse #my hcs #ask me ask me ask mee

[expired-monster-craft-smp]

Blooming Panic hcs because I have literal brain rot but barely any of these are serious and you can tell who are my favs

Xyx

- has no idea what a grilled cheese sandwich is

- like you and Toasty were talking about having them for lunch or something and he goes “what the fuck is a grilled cheese sandwich. Do you,,,,do you grill two slices of cheese and eat it???? Is it just burnt cheese?????”

- you and Toasty are confused too but not with the same thing

- “YOU DONT KNOW WHAT A GRILLED CHEESE IS???????” “no?????” “ARENT YOU A GROWN MAN YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS”

- despite being a lawyer, he doesn’t actually know a lot of basic things

- “wdym I cant put white clothes and coloured clothes in the washer together, they’re both clothes” “…how are you almost 30”

- the eyeliner he’s wearing is actually the same eyeliner he applied 2 years ago

- you know how some ppl go for the crusty emo look?? Yeah, he perfected it

- has never been in the closet, he came out the second he knew so he could make even more jokes

- he wears a fairly large shoe size so he constantly says shit like “well u know what they say about men with big feet😏” “Xyx I’m in the middle of a raid SHUT THE FUCK UP”

- dislikes ham for no reason in particular, he just thinks it’s weird

- used to play the knife game a lot. Like a concerning amount

- hates hair gel cause it makes his hair Crunchy but he has to clean up nicely for work so he sits there and wants to wash his hair so bad but he can’t cause then he just has a weird mullet thing

- has a tongue piercing

- even though he uses “lawyer” words and makes lawyer puns constantly, no one knew his career until he outright told them

- “yeah so im a lawyer” “YOURE A WHAT?? HOW ?!??” “WHO THE FUCK USES THE WORDS PERJURY AND LIBEL IN NORMAL CONVERSATIONS???” “IDK ONION??” “okay fair u got me with that one”

- because only you and Toasty (started having voice calls after Xyx shared his face) have heard his voice, no one else in the server has any idea he’s Not American so they assume he’s American

- likes fairy bread. Like a lot. Maybe too much.

- no literally sometimes it’s all he eats for days. Every single meal it’s just. Fairy bread.

- he flusters so easy whenever someone is being genuine like you can say you want to peg him or smthin and he’ll flirt right back but if you tell him you want to cup his face oh so gently and kiss him slowly he breaks

- well actually if you say you wanna peg him he’ll probably get flustered too but ignore that

- he’s double jointed

- eats whipped cream right out of the can

- has extra teeth from when he was younger and his teeth are also Very Sharp

- makes fun of Toasty for having a peanut allergy

- “I thought u were fruity Toast, why can’t u handle nut?“ “for the love of god please stop” “…do u need to bring an epipen when u suck someone off” “STOP OMG WHAT IS WITH U TODAY” “wdym I’m like this everyday”

- always uses the perfect amount of cologne it’s terrifying, it’s never too much or too little

- got his appendix removed and needed his tonsils removed too but he wanted to keep them so they had to sedate him

- he was Not pleased

NakedToaster

- as implied earlier, they are allergic to peanuts

- he thinks they’re gross anyways so he doesn’t care really

- forgets that they’re really tall sometimes and smacks his head on shit constantly

- “hey, have you seen m- FUCKING SHIT. OW” “…u good???” “Yea sorry I threw my noggin’ into my doorframe again”

- references vines to an unhealthy extent. Even the rare ones that only he seems to know about

- they say the reference out loud and laugh but since no one else knows it they think they’ve just gone fucking crazy

- “ya know, like that one vine?” “No, no we don’t know”

- likes cheez-its but only after 1 am

- half Polish, 1/4 Estonian, 1/4 Russian

- why? Because they look so slavic it hurts and because I said so, fuck you

- likes cheese so fucking much it’s actually disgusting

- lactose intolerant

- only instrument he knows how to play is the fucking accordion but he doesn’t want to admit that so they just say they don’t know how to play any instruments

- avid reptile enjoyer, active amphibian hater

- stoner

- it just makes him feel weightless and warm and dizzy in such a good way so they smoke often but they prefer edibles, especially sweet ones

- gets super soft spoken and cuddly and sweet when high like the best way I can describe it is like subspace and it’s the cutest thing the World

- fairly good singer, often does little duets with Xyx when it’s late and they’re both inebriated in some way

- little spoon (I’m right about this)

- will wear the cat ears he bought as a joke for $20 or more

- probably plays League and mains Machine Herald

- “haha funny machine Russian man says the funny machine Russian man things that’s so silly of him”

- easiest person to fluster, you can say anything to them and he will turn bright red and stutter

- “your hair looks so cute today toasty :)” “hhhhhhhhthank u…”

- favourite drink is apple juice or warm apple cider

- actually has three monitors not two but the third one is only used to display a picture of big Marty at all times

- first time you saw it you broke down laughing and worried him because you looked like you weren’t properly breathing

- they probably have asthma

- got pneumonia once because he was too focused on final fantasy to take care of himself

- Toasty is actually autistic, this is true they told me himself

Quest

- can be worse than even Xyx when it comes to dirty jokes, but most of the time he doesn’t even realize he made such jokes

- puts someone random in the JAIL role every Tuesday depending on how badly behaved you are during the week in the server

- Xyx and Nightowl get this role the most

- likes to paint on skin like he really enjoys painting things like landscapes on someone’s forearm or back or stomach

- has accidentally drunk paint water several times

- whenever he gets a cut or he’s bleeding somewhere, he sucks all the blood off and thinks its a little bit tasty

- “no wonder I get so many mosquito bites, I taste delicious :^D” “what did u just type…”

- hates graham crackers for literally no reason

- takes gym mirror pics and sends them in general chat because everyone thinks he’s really hot

- even BIGLADY keysmashes over the pics

- Quest knows what he’s doing with those okay, but he likes to act completely oblivious

“[pic sent] finished my workout for today! :^) a bit sweaty but feeling pretty good” “ALSJSJSHSHS daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry.” “???? I know I’m like the server dad but what does that have to do with this??”

- good at poker, absolute garbage at blackjack

- only one other than Xyx to beat Onion at chess

- likes celery because of how crunchy it is he just munches on it all day long practically

- the other sever members make fun of him for it because they do not particularly favour celery

- his glasses are always so dirty

- doesn’t drink all that often but when he does it’s almost guaranteed he’ll get blackout drunk. Why?

- he’s a fucking lightweight. And it’s kinda sad how little it takes for him to get absolutely fucking hammered

- thinks fish are very interesting

- likes frogs :)

- this has lead to arguments between him and Toasty, the resident amphibian hater

- “frogs are awesome!! Theyre so cute and little!!” “Are u prepared to die for those opinions? Because frogs are dogshit and I stand by that” “@NakedToaster has been timed out for 5 hours”

- will have quiet/silent calls with Nightowl with some quiet lofi music in the background where Quest does his work and Nightowl does him homework

- Quest loves lofi music and I will die on this hill

- throughly enjoys building 3D models of things

- probably the reason half the server has a praise kink and it’s completely by accident

- somehow always wins at Rock Paper Scissors??? No one knows how he does it

Nightowl

- has mild deuteranomaly (red green colourblindness type where they can usually see most shades of green)

- it’s not usually an issue though tbh and it doesn’t come up much for him in his day to day life

- hates apples and but loves apple slices

- uses kid toothpaste because he hates minty toothpaste

- used to have braces and would change the colour of the bands literally every appointment

- sucks at chess but dominates at checkers like he’s so fucking good at checkers

- has eaten a glass marble once and hasn’t seen it since

- has hundreds of tiktok drafts and most of them are thirst traps

- once super glued his hand to a wall and the fire department was in fact called

- has bpd but has never gotten treatment because he doesn’t know what it is and his mom talks shit about mental health stuff so he never even thought about going to therapy

- owns an Xbox 360 and plays it frequently

- has a massive scar on his thigh from attempting and failing at climbing a tree when he was younger

- is the reason why there is a “horny jail” role on the server

- listens to Kpop and tries to get the others into it the way Toasty tries to get ppl to play final fantasy

- tried sharpening his teeth with a nail file before and his dentist has been suspicious of him ever since

- “your teeth look sharper than they did the last time you were here” “haha that’s crazy…anyway-“ “🤨”

- has dyed his hair every colour of the rainbow but eventually got too tired of the upkeep and stopped

- his favourite snack are gushers

- has an Instagram account where he posts his art and has like 200K+ followers on it

- he wants an eyebrow piercing so bad but thinks it would look weird on him but the second that anyone would suggest it he would cave immediately and get one

- likes bang energy drinks, favourite is the cotton candy flavour

- has mixed bang with vodka once and lets just say he never did it again

- surprisingly steady hands

- really good with kids!!! He loves them so so much and they love him back!!! Used to babysit for family friends and family

- kind of a picky eater

- likes to dip his fingers in candle wax to make a little wax tower and then when it gets to be pretty tall he pops it off, lets it melt, and does it again

- he’s god at math but he’s kinda bad at reading because he’s severely dyslexic

- wears gold shimmer eyeshadow and puts on eyeliner everyday no matter what

- uses tone tags and has learned to ask for clarification when he’s confused about the tone of a sever message

#blooming panic xyx #blooming panic #bp xyx #blooming panic toasty #bp toasty #blooming panic nightowl #blooming panic quest #bp nightowl #bp quest #blooming panic hcs #bp hcs #xyx #toasty

[ivyruins]

can i ask for the LI [+ onion too if ya dont mind] being jealous? asdhksa love your works keep it up! also remember to take care of yourself too!

a/n: thank you anon! i appreciate it !! i never mind doing onion he is the loml (hehe). i hope you like this! ++ you take care of yourself as well!

when they're jealous || bloomic

tw: nightowl's is sort of toxic. basically his route, but in real life. my hc that his biggest flaw is probably this; jealousy. and I wrote it so. I'm sorry :')

nightowl

you've seen firsthand how jealous nightowl can be, even if the chat in the server was caused by the phone call between him and his mother prior.

nightowl is most likely the worst person when he becomes jealous, even if he's trying to fix himself for the better for you- old habits die hard.

his mind would think you don't need him anymore, whenever he sees you hanging out with someone else.

though, he only thinks this way when he has a bad day. nightowl isn't an overbearing, overprotective boyfriend. he understands you have other friends and people in your life, and he trusts you love him enough not to cheat on him. 

but sometimes, a long day can take a toll on him. the worst part about it is that he'd most likely take it out on you. 

if you'd think the server fight was bad, it's way worse in real life. he says things he knows he'll regret afterwards, but he could never seem to stop. 

"hey, why don't you just talk to m-" 

"just stop it," he cuts you off, entering his room and dropping his bag off onto the bed, avoiding your gaze, "you said you would meet me after class, but you- fuck." 

"and I did. he just happened to walk with me there. we're friends, nightowl." you try, getting tired of this, knowing where it was going. you didn't even have to, you knew he wasn't going to listen to you when he got like this.

he mutters something that you don't hear, and as you step closer to ask him to repeat, he stands up, causing you to recoil, as if you had just touched something hot.

"don't pretend to be oblivious with the way he was looking at you," he sneered, before making his way to the door and out of the house, slamming the door on his way out.

you knew he'd just come back later, apologetic. it was a routine, and you didn't know how much more of it you could take.

Quest

the total opposite of nightowl. he doesn't get jealous easily. there were too many things that had happened to him to be envious of another person. he loves you, and he knows its mutual. 

on the rare occasions he does get jealous, though, he's mad at the other person. 

quest doesn't blame anyone. you're perfect for him in every way. he understands others infatuation. when he's jealous, he becomes silently protective.

snaking a hand around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple, those small gestures that usually have people leaving you alone.

you were talking to a colleague of yours. a new person, who had just been put under your supervision. there was no mistaking that she was flirting with you. her eyes fluttering, and hand coming to subtly touch your arm whenever she talked. but you couldn't tell her off, not when you would be seeing her for the whole month. you didn't want to risk making it awkward. 

fortunately for you, you didn't have to. you hear your name being called from behind you, followed by a familiar, comforting presence. a hand placed lightly on your shoulder. 

"hello there, love," quest says, voice gentle but firm, "I heard you didn't have overtime today, came to pick you up," 

"ah," you smile, sending an apologetic glance towards your new co worker, "yeah, alright. I'm sorry, can we continue tomorrow?" 

eventually, it did turn out awkward. but at least she started treating you with respect, and even apologized the next day.

NakedToaster

toasty would most likely be too shy to comment on it upfront. he doesn't want to intrude on your conversation, despite the fact he doesn't like where it's going. 

you would be talking to a co worker outside right where he pulled up to pick you up, and he'd just wait for you to finish. your back to him, he notices the guy you're talking to was grinning at him. 

toast snarls, annoyed. he wished he could just get out and rip you away from the man. but he didn't know who he was, and he didn't want to risk giving you a bad rep because of it.  

though he knew who he was in his books. a fucking asshole. 

you didn't notice the suggestive looks he was throwing to you in between the conversations, but toast could feel his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter. 

he'd immediately let you know once you hopped in, though. not wasting a single moment.

"I don't like the way he was talking to you," he'd say, driving away. he wasn't good at hiding his emotions, so it was easy for you to tell the meaning behind his words. 

and this time, it was extremely obvious, with the way his face held no sign of adoration. the usual look toast had whenever he picked you up. instead, he was deadpan, looking right ahead. you sigh, grabbing his hand, and at the contact, he slightly relaxed. 

"im sorry," you say genuinely. and toast couldn't help but sigh. he couldn't say it was okay, because it wasn't. but he knew it wasn't your fault either. 

his thumb rubs conforting circles at the back of your palm the whole drive home. 

Xyx

sly as a fox. it comes naturally to him, considering his job, to speak to people however he wanted. to deter or attract, xyx knows it all. 

he hides his jealousy behind a confident facade (which to be honest, probably isn't a facade at all). 

there were a few times he doubted someone as lovely as you fell for someone like him, and jealousy was a common thing in the early stages of your relationship. 

but after months of fighting with cat over your love and winning (you gave him the benefit of the doubt, jokingly), and countless of nights you were still there, waiting for him, arms open whenever he felt like he fucked up, he knew there wasn't anyone else for him but you. and he knew you felt the same way.

no one would go through all that shit if it wasn't for love. and xyx recognizes that.

so when he felt that familiar pang of jealousy when he spotted you in the park, another man having slid on the seat where you were waiting for him, you could imagine what he did next. 

"hey there," xyx says, leaning down to kiss the top of your head, handing you the ice cream he got.

you breathed a sigh of relief, and at the sight, xyx had to hold himself back. you had felt scared. and for a moment, he felt like he failed you, having coming to your rescue late.

he stares down the man who had came to sit with you, not telling him to leave, but to wait for him to do it himself. 

"the fuck?" the man asked, "what's your problem?" 

wrapping an arm around your waist, xyx sits beside you. a protective aura around him that you could almost physically feel. 

"dunno," he smirked, knowing his presence was already intimidating him with the way the man looked ready to run. xyx's eyes never left him. challenging, predatory, "what's yours?" 

startled by his own question- or just the intimidating stare xyx was giving him- the man stuttered out a fuck you, and left. you turned to xyx, who simply smiled, and nodded his head towards the ice cream, slowly melting in your hand, "enjoy, doll." 

Onionthief

this man is just like xyx, except he isn't sly at all. 

if he has something to say, he will say it. and if he's jealous (which is a rare occasion), he has a lot to say. 

onion's a smart man. he can distinguish if someone was just talking to you, or downright flirting. and he could also tell if someone was flirting for fun, or flirting to steal you from him. 

and if the latter happens, onion is quick to intervene. quicker than you're able to process that the person you're talking to had been flirting with you. 

"oh, sorry. I'm taken," you say, the man in front of you not leaving you alone. he doesn't seem to find the problem in it. 

"so? just give me your number, babe, come on," he says impatiently, urging you to take your phone out, "I can treat you better, you know it. just give me your number." 

"no, you can't," 

and there he is. a protective hand around your shoulder. and he was right. he didn't even have to say it. you doubt anyone could treat you better than he did, an obvious step up from your ex. and whoever this guy was. 

onion looked at the man, his eyes judging him, "they're not interested. leave,"

"jeez, man. not even letting your person give me their number?" the man snarled, "fucking overprotective. this your boyfriend? not letting you have other friends?"

you know the words were empty. he wanted you to think bad of onion, but you knew him better than anyone. and you weren't going to fall for it.

before you could reply, though, onion was a step further.

"leave, now." he demands. his hand in a fist, clenched tight. you knew it wasn't just for show, and if the person didn't leave in the next five minutes, things were going to go ugly.

thankfully, with whatever brain they had left, they muttered a small (and embarassed), "creep." (ironic, really), and left.

onion takes your hand in his, fingers intertwining as he placed a gentle kiss on your head, "let's find somewhere to eat."

#blooming panic #blooming panic x reader #nightowl #xyx #quest #nakedtoaster #onionthief #blooming panic nightowl #blooming panic nakedtoaster #blooming panic quest #blooming panic nightowl x reader #blooming panic quest x reader #blooming panic nakedtoaster x reader #blooming panic xyx x reader #blooming panic xyx #blooming panic onionthief x reader #blooming panic onionthief #nightowl's is slightly inspired by a past rs I had #tw verbal abuse #don't know how I feel about this writing but I hope someone likes it ;w;

[fatgummybear]

Can you do hc for tokoyami, torodoki, bakugo and hawks with reader who has a grey parrot? (I have a rescue grey parrot called echo)

Thanks hon! :)

Tokoyami, Todoroki, Bakugou and Hawks with a s/o who owns a grey parrot:

YESSSSSSS I LOVE GREYS THEYRE ALWAYS SO CHEEKY ≧◡≦

masterlist + rules

Tokoyami:

TELL ME THEY WONT BOND

birds are super smart and mimic our speech patterns allowing them to talk so i dont know what to tell you other than your bird is an emo now

but also the bird sitting on tokoyami’s shoulder and preening him

the first time introducing echo to tokoyami, he started clicking his beak and echo was ovER THE MOON doing the lil happy bird dance and thats how they became best friends   (●´ω｀●)

Todoroki:

again, he never really had the pet experience as a kid

so he’s a lil nervous around people’s animals until the animal realises he’s toasty warm and forces him into bonding

the moment echo talks/whistles a song to him he’s sat there like :O !!!

“baby how do they do that”

will start to leave little doodles of echo on his schoolwork

Bakugou:

him not even noticing there was a parrot in the room until he suddenly hears a click click hello !

“what the fuck D:” “its just echo, suki” “hUH”

im not gonna lie he’s the type to teach birds how to swear T^T

youll have to get used to this bird running around yelling DIE at e v e r y t h i n g

its funny watching something so cute do stuff like that though so echo gets away with it:’3

Hawks:

LIKE TOKOYAMI THEY WILL BOND SO QUICKLY PLEASE LET THIS MAN SEE YOUR BIRD

bonus points if the parrot has the lil red tail cause they’ll match

yall know that never talk to me or my son again meme? let me introduce: hawks and echo

other than you, echo is the only one he allows to help him preen his feathers and you often find them looking after one another<3

#tokoyami x reader headcanons #todoroki x reader headcanons #bakugou x reader headcanons #hawks x reader headcanons #bnha headcanons #bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader #hawks x reader #tokoyami x reader #bakugou headcanons #todoroki headcanons #mha hawks headcanons #bnha hawks headcanons #tokoyami headcanons #bnha tokoyami #bnha todoroki #shoto todoroki imagine #katsuki bakugou imagine #hawks imagine #mha hawks #bnha hawks #tokoyami fumigake #bnha x reader headcanons #mha headcanons #bnha todoroki x reader #todoroki imagine #keigo takami x reader #fumikage tokoyami x reader #wing hero hawks

[oyasuminto]

Mintyyy might I ask for some Toasty and/or Quest hcs,, be it fluff or smut ill read anything rn,, qwq i have not had any internet for a week 'cause a typhoon hit my area and devastated city -🎨 (ill prob read it when the electricity is back, but its something ill look forward to when i get back uwu)

OH DUDE STAY SAFE

Quest

I've said it before, but this man is a malewife. Absolute domesticity king.

He has a habit of taking in strays. Quest knows he can't provide for them all, but he can at least make sure they go to good homes.

Quest can't sleep in complete silence, he needs music, or ambient noise, or something. Even the sound of passing cars can help.

On days where he's too tired to cook, Quest lives off of ramen noodles, he can get real creative with what he adds to it too.

He tends to pace when stressed or thinking, it's an unconscious thing.

NakedToaster

Extremely ticklish, put your hands anywhere near his ribs and he'll shift into defence mode.

Refuses to eat near his computer. He's seen way too many crusty keyboards in his time.

Has worn a maid dress at least once. xyx probably has a photo of it, one that he uses as blackmail (jokingly, of course).

Toasty may or may not be just a little touch-starved. The second you put your hands on him, he's melting into a puddle of contentment.

He'd love to have a pet cat, but he's actually slightly allergic to cat fur.

#Blooming Panic #BP Quest #BP NakedToaster #Headcanons #🎨 Anon

[sweetberrysmooch]

HC: And There Was Only One Bed (Affectionate) [pt. 2]

(Zzzzzzz…..)

(Alright, second part done :V Not much to say here for now, but I hope you’re excited for the upcoming part to come out next ^^ And my ask box is always open, so feel free to drop in and chat any time! I’ll be seeing you :D)

Basic sleeping hcs with ya boys, and for a part two, outside home life? You’ll see what I mean lol 

Characters: Quackity, George, Badboyhalo.

Warnings: Nightmares in Quackity’s part, but besides that we’re clean <3

Song Recommendation: Metamodernity- Vansire

Up Next- Sapnap, Philza, Fundy, Schlatt. 

Enjoy your day guys! I do hope it be rockin :]

Quackity:

Quackity is one floppy motherfucker. You fall asleep with him spooning you, head nestled between your shoulder blades, hands holding yours in front of your middle, legs entangled, the whole shi-bang, but wake up with him starfishing half on the mattress at a weird angle that makes his neck sore for the rest of the day.

Each day is a new position for you to add to your ammunition of teasing against him, but he takes it in stride. He totally doesn’t wake you up halfway through the night by flinging himself over your middle, ‘asleep’ and snoring like a freight train. When you give up halfway through trying to stop him breathing and just fall asleep lying on his chest, he turns to mush and gets distracted playing with your hair. You don’t know why he seems so exhausted the next morning, and he only giggles dreamily at you when you ask.

While he’ll be the big spoon for as long as you want him to, there’s a special soft place in his heart for being the little spoon. Hold him, please. Pull him to your chest and gently run your fingers through his hair, rub his back and kiss every inch of his face until he’s down for the count. The easiest way to make him feel better after a bad day or an argument is to let him know you want him and love him. Just holding him at night guarantees that he’ll bring you a present the next day (like the inner stardew valley house husband he sometimes longs to be lmao).

It’s a 50/50 chance of waking up with Quackity or after him, seeing as he prefers to get up early to enjoy the quiet mornings before the rest of the smp wakes up. He gets ready, makes the both of you coffee (or tea, something to help wake you up), and watches the sky change color while he waits for you to come sit with him in the kitchen. The two of you try your best to assure a moment together before you go about your separate ways, sitting together and talking about what you have planned or what you might have for dinner later. It’s his favorite part of the day, aside from coming back home to your awaiting arms.

Another citrus-y smelling fellow. More orange than lemon, he bathes in the morning after he wakes up. You typically wake up right after he gets finished washing up, walking into the bathroom to hear him quietly humming while drying off his hair and wings. He’ll give you a small guilty grin and a good smooch on your forehead as an apology.

Another poor fellow with nightmares;; They’re a lot less frequent than they used to be now that you’ve gotten together (having someone to talk to and work through each others issues does WONDERS apparently) but when they hit, they hit him hard. You wake up from him twisting and turning right before he wakes up in tears. He doesn’t like to be touched afterwards, drawn in on himself and facing away from you, hiding his crying. When you leave to get him a glass of water and come back, he’s more grounded, crawling into your arms and accepting the drink gratefully. With his forehead pressed to your throat, taking small sips from his cup, he’ll tell you what his dream was about. Sometimes it’s Technoblade, sometimes Dream, mostly Schlatt though. His ex lingers on his mind more than he likes to admit, a deep sense of abandonment showing through his nightmares. Quackity struggles with sleeping for a few days after, afraid of what he might see when he closes his eyes again.

(You’ve fallen back asleep by now, hand paused in its ministrations and resting snugly in his hair. Things are warm and quiet and soft, and he feels safe again. 

The nightmare still hovers fuzzily in the back of his mind, but for now he can ignore it, focusing on your slow breathing as it lulls him back to sleep. 

His last thought before finally letting himself rest is how much he loves you, giving you one last squeeze in his tight embrace before relaxing into a much more stable slumber. ‘Gracias por todo mi amor.’)

George:

Impeccable skill of just falling asleep wherever and whenever. Before the two of you got close and started sharing a bed together, he really left his sleep schedule up to fate. He’d find a comfy spot and crash there for a few hours till he was awoken and would just repeat that a few hours later. Now that he has you, he makes more of an effort to stay awake during the day so he can sleep through the night next to your side. It more or less works, but occasionally he’ll have slept during the day and he wakes up in the middle of the night. As “punishment”, he sentences himself to waiting it out instead of getting up to do something because he truly wants to keep going to bed with you.

Not big on contact, likes having his space when he’s sleeping. Cuddling is nice every once in a while, but he prefers being able to breathe a little bit when falling asleep. He does, however, actively make the choice to hold your hand while he slips into slumberville. His grip isn’t too strong, nor is it very light, but a gentle mix between the two to try and remind you how much he loves you. You’ll wake up before him and his hand will still be holding yours, pulled to his chin as he sleeps. His breath fans your knuckles slowly, face eased of any stress, absolutely content.

George bathes…… probably. I’m just kidding, he fluctuates between bathing at night or in the morning because he just goes through phases of forgetting to when the time comes. His little mushroom home doesn’t come with a bathroom, seeing as its wholly empty (please if anyone has housing information on George or like. Any character at all please inform me please i beg-), so he’s limited to getting clean at a friend’s or your house. Typically yours. He keeps all of his valuables at your place once you start letting him sleep over there, tucking his clothes into your closet or in your dresser when he thinks you aren’t looking, leaving a toothbrush and his soap in your bathroom, hanging his armor up on an empty armor stand you have tucked away, all due to his inability to straight out ask if he can live with you.

It’s not like he doesn’t want to live with you, he practically does anyways, but there’s something in him that worries that you won’t like him if you’re forced to live with him permanently. He knows it can become… a bit much when you have to be around someone 24/7, but doesn’t realize that you pretty much already are around each other 24/7 lmao.

It takes a while but eventually he settles down and over dinner suggest that maybe you two should take it to the next level. His face is flushed pink and he keeps switching which leg he has crossed, but he takes your hand and quietly asks if he could start living with you. It’s a surprisingly sweet moment, even with your confusion (thinking you already DID live together), and of course you say yes.

He looks so relieved when you accept, and is kinda like, “I know this will be a difficult process but I’m very excited to become closer with you.” and then nothing changes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(It’s on the walk home when George finally processes that he now lives with you. It feels heavy on his heart, a mix of nervousness and excitement that makes him swallow hard and tighten his fingers around yours. 

This isn’t the first time he’s spent the night at your place, nor is it the first time he’s crawled into bed with you and slept next to just because you let him, but it is his first night actually living with you. The moment feels brand new, as if it’s his first time visiting your house all over again. 

He begins to wonder if maybe this was a mistake, maybe he’s moved too fast and maybe your regretting letting him live with you already and- He takes a hurried look at your face. You look… unbothered. Happy, even. 

There’s this half hidden smile on your face that soothes his anxieties, drawing out his own fragile smile. He can’t wait to live with you.)

Bad:

Mmmmm, big man warm. A natural heat machine, no need for lots of blankets or heavier pajamas, Bad will take care of all your cold problems. Every night after you finish your shared nightly routine, you curl up in his arms, immediately becoming over come with his toasty embrace. It like when you get clothes out of the drier and just hug them to your chest, the warm, clean, smell good experience that Bad also delivers.

He’s got a pretty ingrained nightly schedule that he sticks to, and he always invites you to join him after you finish up dinner. It starts by cleaning up the house a little, washing the dishes, setting aside clothes for the next day, taking a quick bath, brushing his teeth, reading a few chapters from a new book he’s picked up, and then settling down to go to bed. He won’t push you to do it with him, but he does try to incorporate you into his routine when he can. Usually it’s just by doing something small, like reading together or massaging your shoulders, but sometimes he’ll ask you to join him when he bathes.

Bad bathes pretty often, always at night, and using a nice smelling soap that he makes himself. Like what was said above, he’ll sometimes ask you to join him when bathing. It’s not ever for any naughty means, but because he sees bathing as a very intimate and vulnerable activity for you to share. He won’t push it, understanding that it can be overwhelming to be so open, but if you do choose to join him, he’s so gentle with you. His hands are worked and calloused, but they’re soft when they run soap through your hair, his nails lightly scratching your scalp and running down the back of your neck. He practically purrs when you return the favor, giggling as your hands brush sensitive spots around his sides. Afterwards he becomes so cuddly and attached to your side, you fall asleep with him curled up on YOUR chest, trapped under him.

That being said, most nights he takes to being the big spoon. It’s more for convenience sake, seeing as he’s a good few feet taller than you are, but he also can appreciate being held and loved on after harsher days. He’s a lot like a weighted blanket, a nice heavy weight that keeps you warm and makes you feel loved <3 love this guy.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), you sometimes have.... Visitors. Bad is a hub for the homeless, bored, and nutty members of the smp. They flock to him like birds to the elderly, which means you have “children” to take care of for a day or two at a time :/. Dream and George aren’t regulars, per say, but Bad has a room set aside for either of them when they come over. To their credit, they do try to be polite when they come over, and will help in cooking dinner or cleaning up. Skeppy, however, is unlike Dream or George, in that he’s more of a third partner in your and Bad’s relationship.

Skeppy up and appears at random, no announcement, and makes himself comfortable any place where Bad is. Be it at your home or his, Skeppy eats your food, lounges on your furniture, hell, he even sleeps with you and Bad at night. You two share Bad’s chest whenever Skeppy is over. It’s so jarring at first, having to deal with having another boyfriend (because Skeppy will consider you to be apart of the thrupple after introductions), but he usually only stays for like 3 days before leaving to do whatever else he has planned. You don’t know if you should be worried or upset or what, but after a while it becomes kinda nice to have him around.

All in all Bad is great to sleep with <3

(Bad blows the lantern out on his bedside counter, shuffling under the cover beside you once the room was fully dark. You slung an arm over his chest instinctively, cuddling up into his side when his arm pulled up around your back and held you even closer. 

You shivered pleasantly when he gently pressed a kiss into your hair, becoming sleepier and sleepier with each rise and fall of his wide chest. He sighs quietly and squeezes you, murmuring softly to you as you both fell asleep. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Sleep well.”)

Have a good evening! Do something nice for yourself tonight. You deserve it.

#mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #c: george #c: quackity #c: badboyhalo #georgenotfound x reader #quackity x reader #badboyhalo x reader #hc: and there was only one bed (affectionate) #woof #sorry this took so long to get out guys ^^; #lets hope pt.3 won't take as long!

[windywriter]

Nail polish Nail polish hcs for the Bloomic LIs💅

IM BACK AT IT AGAIN

Xyx: Cause of his job, probably only a sheer top coat or a nude color. Though I feel like he'd choose green and gold if he could choose. Asks if you could do cat's nails once you're done with his. Actually tries to keep his nails in good condition afterwards.

Quest: Also cause of his job you probably couldn't go too crazy on the designs. Prefers cooler colors. Hes a little hesitant at first when you offer to do them cause his hands are so rough. But once he sees how gently you treat them he cant help but blush.

Owl: We already know he does his nails. But if you offer to do his, he's over the moon. Lets you do any color or design you want. Even if it turns out bad he'll brag to his cowokers/friends about it. Looks at you like a lovesick puppy when he thinks youre not looking. I also feel like he’ll bounce his legs a little while youre painting so you gotta hold his hands still. Has you feed him snacks while they dry and begs you to let him do yours.

Toasty: Never really thought about their nails. Keeps them short so it's easier to type on their keyboard. Doesn't mind simple designs, like french tips or something. I feel like they'd like glow in the dark stuff. Cause it's light enough they could get away with it at work but at night it's neon time, baby. Like quest, also gets flustered at seeing you hold their hand and focus so intently on it. If you point it out he’ll get flustered. Its funny.

#blooming panic #bloomic #bloonini #xyx #bp xyx #bloomic xyx #Nightowl #bloomic Nightowl #bp nightowl #bloomic quest #bp quest #quest #nakedtoaster #bloomic toaster #bp toasty #bloomic toasty #blooming panic toasty