#ask arct anything

[hungry-hungry-reader]

MEOW hi pookie you know who it is 🌙🌝

Anyways here to ask for Reverse AU Arct allowing Septem/Nulla/Rafael to preen his wings, because it's the most GIGANTIC sign of trust they can get, and how they feel about it.

THANK YOU POOKIE WOOKIE SHMOOKIE MWAHHHH

You wanted me to bump this one up specifically and brain fucking melting rn, so short and sweet!

Septem

He is ecstatic. Not because he is particularly eager to do the manual task of preening feathers, but rather because he has finally gained enough trust for Arcturus to ask for something so personal.

I mean, think about it. One of the easiest ways for Septem to gain more control over his situation is to make Arcturus put his unadulterated trust in him. 

And what other act SCREAMS “I trust you” than allowing the other person to touch your wings?

Septem would never let anyone touch his. 

He doesn’t really show it, but Septem does start to enjoy the task after a bit of time. 

He isn’t fond of the fact that he is bothered with grooming Arct’s wings, but it IS, at its barebones level, an organizational task that allows him some control over how Arcturus looks.

Even if it is more so in private since the Moon rarely shows his wings to anyone.

It’ll be their little secret. 

Nulla 

Like Septem, Nulla is ecstatic when Arcturus asks for help preening his wings.

It is for a different reason, however!

Nulla adores Arcturus.

Arcturus hasn’t even finished the sentence, Nulla is already SAT.

Hear me out, Nulla makes sweets and pastries. And while we’ve only seen pancakes and tiramisu (two desserts that aren’t too complicated), I imagine Nulla being unrealistically good at delicate and precise tasks. 

Which is how he perceives preening.

Okay, but seriously, have you tried to make macarons? If they sense your fucking vibes are off, it’s over. Don’t you even dare breathe if they haven’t allowed you to. 

Sorry, I’ve just been fighting a war against macarons and losing for a hot minute :(…

Nulla is very careful. He doesn’t wish to accidentally hurt or cause any discomfort to his Moon.

It’s a very intimate act. More so than anything with Nulla. Not intimate in a saucy way, but intimate in a “this act has made us grow closer as individuals like no other before.”

Nulla takes his time, running his fingers through each feather, straightening out the freshly-preened ones. 

It’s not simple preening. It’s an act of adoration and reverence. It is worship. 

Rafael

Rafael was surprised by the offer more than anyone else on this list. 

I mean, how could he not be? He never preened anyone’s feathers. Sure, he has lived through A LOT of experiences, but the closest he’s got to grooming wings was watching Septem preen himself FROM RAFAEL’S OWN BODY.

He was kind of held hostage there, so it doesn’t count? 

Arcturus has to show him how to do it, and then Rafael still takes it slow because he doesn’t want to hurt him.

Arct tries to reassure Rafael that he doesn’t have to be so cautious, but it takes some time for Rafael to get used to it and relax. 

He periodically stops to admire Arcturus’s wings and sinks into their feathery softness. 

After they’re done, Rafael hesitates before asking Arcturus to keep his wings out a little longer. 

Safe to say, he falls asleep in the gentle embrace of the Moon.

He does sneeze a couple of times though. The feathers tickle, you know…

[icemankazansky]

What about a spy AU for Ice and Mav???

Thanks for playing! I hope you are open for an omegaverse spy AU, because that is what happened.

Maverick takes the long way around the safehouse as per usual, checking the perimeter before entering.  He notices a single white rose tucked between the curtains and the glass in his bedroom window, and smiles.

The traps have been disengaged, as he knew they would be, but he’s careful opening the door, anyway.  It’s dark in the entryway; Maverick can see low lights on down the hall, and there’s a record playing softly somewhere further into the house.  He follows the noise, the low light, like a moth drawn to flame.

“Honey, I’m home,” he says softly when he reaches the source.  

There are lamps on in the living room: just low, warm light.  The record spins; it’s one of Ice’s, playing something slow and moody.  Ice himself is in the plush armchair beside what was once a fireplace and is now a cleverly concealed cache of weapons and tech.  When Maverick enters, Ice slides a bookmark between the pages of his book and sets it down on the side table.  

He smiles, a warm, gentle thing.  “Hey, stranger.”

They meet halfway, embracing in near synchrony.  Ice nuzzles Maverick’s cheekbone, then finds his mouth, kissing him slowly, deeply, well.  

“Missed you,” Ice murmurs, then licks hot into Maverick’s mouth.  

Ice’s hands grip him, not needfully, but almost like he’s afraid if he doesn’t hold on, Maverick will slip away.  Something feels off.  Maverick runs his hands over Ice’s body gently, checking for any sign of injury.  He finds none.  Disquieted, he breaks away from Ice’s kisses, just a little, kissing his cheek, the joint of his jaw, his throat.  Maverick licks over the scent gland on the side of Ice’s neck, urging a shuddering breath out of him, and then breaths in deep, lips parted so he can get every bit of information Ice’s pheromones have to offer.

Ice feels safe in Maverick’s arms, a respite he’s been desperate for finally here: the one safe place that is actually safe.  He wants to burrow into his alpha’s embrace and never leave.  That’s not unusual.  Maverick smells that on Ice often.  But there’s something else behind it, a much fainter but nevertheless insistent sour tang of anxiety.  And something else beneath all of it, the whisper of a powdery sweetness, like a young girl’s first perfume.  Not the warm, sticky sweet of Ice’s heat, but something Maverick cannot place.

“You could just ask,” Ice says softly.

Maverick pulls away just enough to look him in the face.  “Do you feel like talking?”

Ice looks at him.  Pulls back a step, out of his embrace.  “You want a drink?”

Ice doesn’t wait for an answer, just goes to the kitchen and begins pulling out ingredients.  Maverick follows him.

“Ice,” he says gently, “are you in some kind of trouble?”

Ice laughs, short and sharp.  “Uh, that is … an interesting way to put it.”

Ice sets the kettle to boil.  He’s fished bourbon and honey from the cabinets; Maverick imagines he’s looking for cinnamon sticks, which he won’t find there.  It’s cold today, but not cold enough that Maverick thought of a hot toddy when Ice offered him a drink.

“Look at me,” Maverick says.

Ice turns.  Looks at him, eyes the steely blue of a stormy sky.

“I don’t care what it is,” Maverick says.  “Tell me what’s wrong, and I’ll fix it.  I’ll take care of you.”

He sees Ice soften so quickly and so completely that it’s like watching a video of three months of winter and snow transitioning to the bright blooms of spring, sped up to play in mere seconds.

“I’m pregnant,” Ice says.

And now this moment, time slows, mere seconds stretching over a season.

“Oh,” Maverick says.  And then, “Oh.  Oh.”

Ice looks away, some of the frost returning.  “You don’t have to do anything about it—”

“Stop,” Maverick says.  He closes the space between them, takes Ice by the wrist; when Ice won’t look at him, he uses his free hand to turn Ice’s chin so he’s facing him.  Ice’s eyes flicker up, the Arctic Sea, an impossibly clear, glacial blue.  He looks hopeful.  He looks young.  

He’s beautiful.

“You’ve already decided, haven’t you?” Maverick says.  “I know you better than anyone.  I can see it on your face: You didn’t think you could ever have this, so you wrote it off.  No use wishing for something that’ll never come.  But now it’s happened, on accident, almost, and you find that you want it more than you’ve ever wanted anything.  But you still think you can’t have it, so you’ve decided that instead of letting yourself have the best thing that will ever happen to you—”

“It’s impossible,” Ice says.

“We do impossible things every day!  We were trained for it, Ice.  It’s our business.  It’s our … our craft, our art.”

Ice is breathing shallowly, and he’s flushed high up on his cheeks, which Maverick knows means he’s trying not to cry.

“Ice, I love you.  I want you.  I want you always, I want the baby; I want any and every single thing that will make you happy.  I will get it for you.  I will do it for you.  This will be hard, but we can do it together.  We’ll get you out.  We’ll get you a new name, and I will find you a safe place, and if you just trust me, I will spend the rest of my life making impossible things happen for you.”

Ice does cry, now, and he closes his eyes against it, reaches out for Maverick, who pulls him into a tight embrace.  Maverick can feel Ice’s heart beating against his chest, can smell the relief and joy coming off him like a lighthouse beacon, and he knows what Ice’s answer is before he even speaks it.

“Yes.”

[arctimon]

https://arctimon.tumblr.com/post/663516852979449856/karmi-and-kamalas-un-khan-ny-comparison sorry not be rude but I did not like the big hero six representation honestly my opinion it felt really wrong

So this particular gentleperson who decided to remain anonymous thought to send me a message about one of my old posts talking about the uncanny resemblance and coincidence between Kamala Khan (Ms. Marvel) and Karmi (Lab Lady).

Now, I know that a lot of people don't agree with the fact that Karmi is the Big Hero 6 universe's version of Kamala. That's fine. You're allowed to think that.

But like...huh?

It felt wrong? I'm a little confused.

And I know this was recent because my message box went up by one when I was putting together the DevArt picture.

So...sir (or madam), you sort of lost me here. You're going to have to explain why it felt wrong.

It's a headcanon. It's neither right nor wrong.

You're going to have to give me a little bit more than "It felt really wrong".

(Cue me never hearing a response from them ever again.)

Note: For the record, people are allowed to believe whatever they want to believe. But "not liking the Big Hero 6 representation" is just weird. People don't like Big Hero 6? I always thought people liked it.

Oh well.

[if-i-want-to-dance]

Dance with Devils Headcanons for the boy’s S/O being a violinist

I claim to personally know nothing about the violin. Nothing.

My sister has her ARCT in violin and I grew up in a household of musical people who performed musically in stuff, so... whatever that’s worth.

Rem

-Rem likes classical music and having a musical S/O is perfect for him.

-He enjoys listening to you practice and work on new pieces.

-It takes him a little bit, but once you’re deeper into the relationship he starts asking you for private little concerts.

-Brings you flowers after your concerts or sends them if he can’t come himself.

Urie

-He absolutely loves watching you play. The expression of concentration and enjoyment on your face is beautiful to him.

-If you any have freedom with what you’re wearing to the concert, he loves being asked for advice on what to wear.

-He brings you flowers after all your concerts.

Mage

-He pretends it’s no big deal. So you play boring old classical music on a stage, it’s not like you’re a rock star or anything.

-But then he shows up to all of your concerts. All of them.

-He still totally denies any interest in it when asked. Just nod and smile.

-He’s not into classical music, but he really, really loves to watch you play.

Shiki

-He thinks it’s cool that you’re musically inclined.

-He constantly distracts you from practicing because he gets bored and wants your company.

-He goes to concerts on occasion, but sometimes they remind him a little bit of the time before he fell and he leaves.

Lindo

-He goes to all of your concerts. Every single last one.

-He likes listening to you practice, though you rarely know he was listening until you hear applause from behind the door.

-He usually brings you flowers after big concerts.

Roen

-Has been to every single one of the concerts you’ve played in. Might even be where you met for the first time.

-He loves classical music, and being with someone who has made it a prominent part of their life? He’s so happy.

-He sometimes asks you to do a private little performance for him.

-Encourages you a lot and will motivate you to practice if you ever need want him to.

[arctimon]

As someone who has yet to experience the state of being drunk, what is it like? So I know whether or not to bother trying alcohol in the future...

I'm... sorry if that sounded dumb. And I hope you'll be okay afterwards :3

Not at all. I keep forgetting that a lot of people that follow me on here aren't of legal drinking age.

It's also kind of hard to describe, but I'll tell you that things start moving slower when you're drunk. Things also become funnier, from random furniture in your house to everything that your sister says.

I also apparently...well, I don't change at all when I'm drunk. I'm still a comedian and a sarcastic son of a gun, just even more so.

So, everything becomes slower and funnier.

Drinking alcohol, in a controlled environment with friends, is one of the best times you can have. As always, though, you have to moderate yourself, or have a friend moderate.

And this gives me the excuse to tell the story of the time of my worst alcohol experience.

(Spoiler: This story is a tad gross.)

I was in a beachhouse with a bunch of my friends for a week on vacation, and one of my friends was responsible for the drinks. Unfortunately, all of the drinks that he made were doubles (AKA they're at twice the alcohol strength as they should be).

This was also my first time drinking anything more than just a shot, so you can image where this is going.

So I had five different drinks (a Tequila Sunrise, straight Kraken, and some others I don't remember) all at double strength. My friends were there, I was having great conversations with them and my Perry the Platypus plush.

(Because what else are you going to do with a Perry the Platypus plush?)

The next thing I vaguely remember, I was vomiting profusely into the toilet, with the guy who had been giving me my drinks trying to get me to drink some Gatorage. However, my throat was too busy pushing things back up.

The next next thing I remember, I was being walked down to my bedroom in the elevator (yes, the fancy beachhouse that we got had an elevator; sue me).

The next next thing I remember is waking up in the morning shirtless and in a cold sweat with my ex-girlfriend sitting at the foot of my bed marveling as to how I was still alive.

And by the way, the whole evening had been videotaped, so after I was properly better, we all went into the theatre (yes, the beachhouse had a mini-theatre too) and had a laugh about it.

None of what happened that night was malicious or had any ill intent in it. My friend still apologizes me to this day about the drinks he made. My ex-girlfriend still laughs about it. And I've been pretty much a lightweight ever since.

So my TL:DR is alcohol is perfectly fine to have in moderation. You should definitely try it when you get to be whatever legal age you have to get to, and if you don't like it, that's still fine as well.

But for the love of God, don't do what I did last night and drink vodka straight. Drink some water with it. Eat something, too. Alcohol is more potent when you have an empty stomach.

Also...pour your own drinks next time.

>.>

Trevor.

[arctimon]

Are you writing?

I'm going to use this ask as a vehicle to vent for a bit. And this isn't meant as an attack on your question, Anonymous, but we'll consider it a luck of the draw.

Back when I first started writing Big Hero 6 fanfiction, I was unemployed. I did not have a job. I was not looking for a job. For the better part of a year, I had all of the time in the world to write, brainstorm, and generally do what I want.

(For the record, I would go to bed at 2-3 in the morning and wake up after noon. Don't ever have this sleep schedule; it will bite you in the butt sooner rather than later.)

I then got a job, but I was still able to do a lot based off my schedule.

I then got fired from that job (because people are stupid) and am now currently working where I am now, but my schedule, to be frank, sucks (at least when it comes to writing).

So, the long and short of it is...yes. I am still writing. It is obviously not going as well as I wished.

It's a shame because I have a lot of good stories that I want to share with you guys, but my current environment isn't really conducive to that sort of thing.

I can't promise anything (mostly because the last time I did, I didn't follow through with it), but stuff is coming.

I really wish I could show just what I have in terms of story and story ideas. It's all on my thumb drive.

In fact, that actually gives me an idea...

[arctimon]

Personal age hcs for some of the characters in the show?

The gang: Hiro - 14 (coming up on 15) Karmi - 16 (coming up on 17) Wasabi - 21 Go Go - 21 (turned 21 in January between semesters) Honey Lemon - 21 (a young 21, probably a Spring birthday) Fred - 22 (older than everyone else) Megan - 15 (as of April 19th) I imagine Hiro has a summer birthday, just because I want them to address it in the show.  It would also be hilarious if Karmi and Hiro had around the same (or literally the same) birthdays. As for the others: Aunt Cass - Late 30s/early 40s (I imagine she was young when she had to take care of Tadashi and Hiro) Granville - She’s the hardest to pin down because at the very least she’s been teaching for 20 years, but she didn’t look particularly old in her flashbacks.  But I’ll go with early 50s.  That way, she took a sizable break between her stints at SFIT. You know...doing stuff. Krei - 44 (Confirmed in “The Present”, which is younger than I thought it would be) Judy (just because) - Young 30s Diego - Same as Cass, but police work puts a strain on the wrinkles and hair. Everyone else from my stories: Aspen - 21 (as of December) Robbie - 20 (as of January) Peni - 14 (birthday is less than a week after Hiro’s) Doreen - 21 (as of May) Kate - 23 Can’t really think of anyone else that I can age.  I’m sure I’ll think of someone right after I post this.

[arctimon]

There’s not going to be a lot of posts or updates from me this week.  It is Prime Week and someone’s gotta make sure all of the packages are delivered, so I’m working pretty much all week. And I will be dog tired at the end of it. So have fun, kiddos.  See you on the other side.

In the meantime, you can go ahead and send me some Asks.  Just keep in mind that I may not get to them until later.

[arctimon]

By the way, you guys should send me some Asks so that I don’t have to imagine what kind of over-the-top dress clothing that Honey Lemon would make everyone wear to a hypothetical Big Hero 6 Hellfire Gala. Because you know Honey Lemon would sew them herself if she could.

[arctimon]

@ficsinhistory gave me a nice long Ask pertaining to Megan, and I promise you that I will answer it. I have to sit down and let it simmer for a bit. Because I have thoughts. Speaking of which, if anyone else wants to throw up an Ask, be my guest.

[arctimon]

So I’m going to sit here and get this Continuity chapter done while I slowly get snowed in for the next couple of days. Hopefully. Maybe send me some Asks if you’re bored. I’ll answer them as I’m trying to remember how to write Robbie.  XP

[arctimon]

I had two shots of pink lemonade vodka and it is very strong.

So you should, like, Ask me stuff before the alcohol juices wears off.

Also, protip: don’t drink vodka straight.  Just...don’t.

[arctimon]

How would you feel if there was a love triangle with Hiro, Karmi and Megan? I really hope they don't do that

The opportunity for a love triangle between Hiro, Karmi, and Megan has honestly already come and gone.  The best chance to do it was sometime in Season 2, and we’re past that now.  Not to say that it won’t ever happen, but it seems very unlikely.

Megan as a possible romantic interest of Hiro never really took off during the course of Season 2.  The main people driving those two together were Diego and Cass, who have their own possible romantic issues between them.  Besides the initial awkwardness...there was never really anything there. I mentioned this a while ago in a journal on DevArt, but Karmi is very clearly written to be the love interest for Hiro, not Megan.  To put it in other terms, Megan is the Lana Lang of Hiro’s Clark Kent.  Karmi is the Lois Lane. Ironic because Megan’s the reporter and not Karmi. I think that Megan is more excited about the prospect of knowing Big Hero 6′s identities than trying to do anything with Hiro, because that means she’s not the “normal” one any longer.  But Hiro has not, is not, and will never be not normal.  They’re Opposites Attract with none of the attraction. Not to say that I don’t mind Megan as a character.  I think she has her uses and her times to shine.  Being Hiro’s romantic interest (or a part of any romantic triangle) is not one of them. Just my opinion, of course.

[arctimon]

So there’s an Ask sitting in my Inbox that goes off of what I posted about Megan the other day.  I didn’t read it, but I did happen to catch one word in it. “Sexist”. Hoo boy.  This is going to be a fun one to retort to.

But not tonight.  I have more important things to do. Like win this Rocket League tournament, shiny hunt, and figure out how the chuff I’m going to unlock all of the secret characters in Binding of Isaac: Repentance. Because there’s a lot.

[arctimon]

I have training tomorrow, but now that we have some BH6 news, throw some Asks my way, and I may answer. Maybe even quickly, depending on how long it takes...

[arctimon]

How did you come up with your username?

I just got another question in relation to this, also from another anonymous person asking “Where does the name Arctimon come from?”.  So I guess I should probably answer this. I have always been a huge Digimon fan.  I’ve been that way since the first season came out way back in ‘99. When I was in high school, Digimon Frontier had just come out, and I really liked the concept of the show.  So much so...that I decided to mash it up together with Pokemon in a little series that I wrote. It was basically Frontier but me and my friends as the heroes, with Spirits of not just the elements in the show, but of all of the Pokemon types.  So, if you’re counting at home, that was 17 sets of Digimon Spirits (I’ve added Fairy very recently as well). And since my favorite type is Ice, that’s what my Spirits were.  And Arctimon is the name for my Human Spirit of Ice. It was a giant conglomerate of crossover media (I had Golden Sun Djinn, Mega Man Battle Network Navis, and a bunch of other stuff as well) that I never had any real plans on writing.  It was just a fun thing to do while high school was going on.  There’s a couple of things that I uploaded on my DevArt that reference them (mostly the one story involving me and my twin brother, the Normal-type person). Arctimon has pretty much become my second name because I’ve had it since I was about 16.  It’s unique enough to be familiar but not totally out in left field.

...But people keep wanting to shorten it to “Arc” for some reason.

It’s “Arct”.  Not “Arc”. ...Or just Jason.  But nobody calls me that. XD