#learn to do magic tricks kiddos

[gold-onthe-inside]

Christmas Request: Spencer catches wind that one of JJ’s kids (or his own kid) doesn’t believe in Santa, so he commits to growing out his beard, dying it white and dressing up as Santa to bring a lil holiday cheer to the kiddos - can be xOC

santa's little helper 🍬🎅

who? spencer reid (post prison) x bau!reader

summary: after finding out henry no longer believes in santa after he missed last christmas, spencer dedicates this year to bringing the magic of christmas back to his godson's life... with a little help from you, of course.

content warnings: fleeting reference to cat adams, a little kissing, spencer with a beard, ambiguous status of reader's relationship to spencer (could be a wife, fiance, girlfriend, up to you),

In the 12 years you've known Spencer, he's never been keen on growing facial hair, and it had never been something you'd thought twice about. And then Cat Adams had come into your lives and had been determined to ruin the happily ever after the two of had fought so hard to make. Spencer's prison sentence had rivalled only Emily's faked death in the pain it had caused you two, the only difference being that at least Spencer wasn't actually dead. The two of you were a month and a half away from the anniversary of his release, and he'd completely stopped shaving for that year, growing out his facial hair.

You hoped that if it was something serious, he'd have told you, or if not you, his mandated therapist. Besides, other than that, he was taking care of himself, eating well, had finally started sleeping better, you had nothing else to complain about. You'd brought the beard up a couple months ago, but his brow had furrowed in concern and his brown puppy dog eyes baring his heart to you when he asked if you didn't like it. "No, I do like it," you had insisted, which was true. You'd learned early on that Spencer could play around with his hairstyles and you found him no less attractive (just never ever grow out a mullet again, for the love of God).

You'd grown used to it, too, his scruff tickling you when he'd kiss you, which was practically every time he got the chance these days. It's your turn to host the Christmas Eve party and the two of you are going over the house with a fine tooth comb, armed to the teeth with cleaning supplies, and that's when you find the white hairspray, mid-way through your bathroom cleanse. Which would go well with the Santa suit tucked away in the back of his wardrobe. You knew Spencer had his silly moments - with his mismatched socks and magic tricks, and with the amount of times he's pulled stuff out of your ear just to make you smile couldn't be counted. But it felt out of character for him to spend the whole night you had planned (Secret Santa, dinner, and Christmas movies) with white hair and a beard.

He's using all the body strength he has in rigorously cleaning the kitchen floor, intent on making it so clean you could eat off of it, when you trudge downstairs, hairspray in hand. "Spence, is this yours?" you asked, skipping the last step, to the kitchen and he looked up, then froze at the sight of the hairspray.

"It's not what it looks like," he tried, sitting on his knees and you narrowed your eyes.

"It looks like you're planning to dress as Santa at some point," you said, leaning against the doorway, and you watched him stand up and pull off his gloves.

"Okay, yeah, maybe it is what it looks like," he said with a sigh, taking a seat on a bar stool. "Henry, uh, doesn't believe in Santa anymore, so JJ and I were planning to let him stay up tomorrow night and catch Santa in the act."

"Oh," you said, nodding at first, but then frowning a little. "I mean, what's wrong with Henry not believing in Santa? He's like, 9 years old. That happens."

"I know it's developmentally appropriate for him to be questioning these things," Spencer said, letting out another little sigh. "But that's not why he doesn't believe in Santa anymore."

Your frown deepened. "What do you mean?"

He wet his lips, not quite meeting your gaze. "Last Christmas… he asked Santa for me to come home," he said quietly, almost ashamed. "And then when I wasn't there…"

"He stopped believing in Santa," you filled in the rest and he looked so sad. "Spence," you said softly, crossing over to hug him, setting the spray on the kitchen island. "It's not your fault."

"It is," he said, choking a little on his voice as he tucked himself into your arms.

"Honey, you were framed, it's not your fault," you insisted, rubbing his back.

"I just… I can't be the reason he doesn't believe in these things anymore," he mumbled into your shoulder.

"Okay, okay," you said, pulling away to look at him, your hands cupping his neck, thumbs stroking his bearded jaw. "Can I help?" His lips twitched into a smile at you.

"Well, um… Honestly, I think I'm gonna make a mess of the hairspray, and you did such a good job at Halloween with Jack's Cyberman costume--"

"I can do that," you murmured, kissing him gently, and his hands loosened to grasp your waist.

Now, here he sat in front of the mirror in the bathroom, watching you meticulously section and spray his hair, which was already damp from the shower.

"Did you know," he started, and you hummed in recognition that you were listening. "That Saint Nicholas was a real guy? He was Greek."

"The Greeks had saints?" you asked.

"Not really," he said, shaking his head as you sectioned out another piece of hair, coating it gently in white hairspray. "Not the kind you're thinking of, but Nicholas of Myra was real. Born in the third century. He apparently had a reputation for secret gift giving, like… leaving coins in people's shoes."

"Keep your head still," you chastised through a giggle.

"Sorry," he mumbled, tilting his chin up to keep still. "He died from natural causes in like, 340, which, for the time, was a good run. It was like… a hundred years later that he became a saint, but by then of course, all of the people who knew him personally were long gone."

"I hate when that happens," you murmured, shifting his chin so you could colour his beard next. "Appreciating people for what they've done after they've died."

"Well, he was very well respected during his life. The story goes that three separate couples were having financial trouble, and in those days, a daughter without a dowry would either never get married or would become a prostitute. So, according to the story, Saint Nick came in the middle of the night and climbed onto their roofs, and dropped three small pouches of gold down their chimneys."

"Honey, I'm gonna need you to be quiet or you're gonna taste hairspray," you said, colouring his jaw, just the hair around his lips left.

"Sorry," he said, his words muffled slightly, and you could see that he was trying desperately not to smile, his shoulders shaking. "I'm done," he said, and you were fairly sure the shake in his voice was from suppressed laughter.

You chuckle quietly, colouring the last of his beard. "All done, Mr Claus."

"How do I look?" he asked, getting out of the chair and taking a look in the mirror, his eyes going wide. "This looks incredible!"

"Yeah?" you asked, stepping away. Spencer had a habit of exaggerating your accomplishments, but you had done a pretty good job with his hair.

"You're a miracle worker," he said, turning to face you, and you could see his excitement. "Now, Santa needs to go get dressed." You chuckled, stepping out of the bathroom so he could get dressed, and sat by the foot of the bed, waiting.

When he reappeared ten minutes later wearing the Santa suit, the white hair and white beard you'd given him made him look like an old man, but there was a brightness in his eyes as he did a little twirl. "How do I look?" he asked, and in spite of how silly he looked, you couldn't help but find him handsome.

You laughed to yourself. "Perfectly in character. Though you could use a little belly."

"Are you saying I'm too thin?" he said, faking offence. He knew he was skinny but sometimes a little gentle ribbing was warranted.

"I'm just saying, Santa's supposed to be fat."

"I take good care of my cardiovascular health, thank you very much," he said, and he looked so ridiculous in the suit, with the white hair and beard, that you were unable to take the conversation seriously. "You know, the modern version of what Santa's supposed to look like was invented in the nineteenth century," he said, his hands on his hips, still very much in character. "Before then, Saint Nick was usually described as an older, slender man, and before that, he was more of a demonic black man. It's only in the fifties that the modern image of Santa was created."

"Okay, okay," you said, holding your hands up. "Skinny Santa it is." You checked your watch. "We should go before Henry actually falls asleep."

Spencer's expression went from Santa to slightly terrified very quickly. "Crap, is it time already?"

"Relax," you assured him, kissing his cheek before leading the way out. "It's just a little breaking and entering. You leave the gifts, you slip right back out."

"Just a little breaking and entering," he repeated dryly. "Why doesn't that make me feel better?"

You snickered quietly, grabbing your coat and car keys. "For someone who's supposed to be a hardened felon, you're so innocent."

He took offence to that. "Hey," he said, as you both started out of the house. "I was incarcerated for three months. I am very much street wise now."

You opened the passenger side door for him. "Streetwise? Really?"

He climbed into the passenger seat, sticking out his tongue at you as you shut the door.

"I know all about the street life," he said, as you got into the driver's side. "I know how they talk, I know what they do, I know..." His voice trailed off as you shot him a look. "Okay, so maybe everything I know about the street life comes from television."

You couldn't help another laugh as you started the car.

His lips curled into a smile when he saw your reaction, and he leaned across the middle of the car to kiss your cheek. He sat back in his seat and you began the short trip to JJ's house. "Alright, JJ said she's gonna leave the back door open," you said, going over the plan with the same gravity you used for unsub takedowns. "There's cookies and milk left on the kitchen counter. The tree's in the living room."

"Got it," Spencer said decidedly, nodding. "Cookies, milk, tree, simple."

You turned off the headlights as you approached the house, killing the engine across the street. Spencer got out of the car and jogged across the street, ducking around the side of the house. He found the back door like you'd said, and went inside, very much in undercover Santa mode. He went into the kitchen, making for the counter where the cookies and milk were, and that's when he heard it. Quiet footsteps coming down the stairs. Spencer panicked, trying to find a place to hide, but there really wasn't one. The cookies and milk were left in the middle of the counter, there weren't any cupboards or anything of the sort. He was stuck, with only the Christmas tree as a possible cover. There was nothing he could do but hope that whoever was coming downstairs didn't flip on the light as he dove behind the tree.

The footsteps stopped, and Spencer held his breath, his heart thudding in his chest as the Christmas tree needles dug into his skin. He could see a pair of little feet in front of him. They weren't JJ, which could only mean- "Mr Claus?" the little voice said, and he shut his eyes, praying to something, anything that he hadn't been caught by Henry.

After a long moment, he peeked out from behind the tree, only to find Henry staring right at him. "H-hi," Spencer stuttered. "I-I didn't realise you'd be awake."

Henry's eyes went wide. "I-It's really you." He had that childlike glee that came with finding out about the magic of Christmas, and while Spencer would usually give anything to have that look come back on Henry's face, this was a little inconvenient.

"Ah, I-I mean," Spencer fumbled over his words, trying to come up with a valid reason he would be in JJ's house at this moment, wearing a Santa suit and munching on cookies. "Um..."

"Where's your reindeer?" Henry asked, completely enthralled by Spencer, and he realised that he actually hadn't thought of a cover story to accompany the Santa suit.

"Oh, they're in the- they're in the sleigh," he said, and even he thought it sounded stupid when he said it out loud. "They're getting a rest while they can."

"The ride must be hard," Henry said, and Spencer was quietly impressed by that. He was just as smart as his parents, and he probably would have called him out on his lie if he'd given an excuse about a magic sleigh.

"It sure is," Spencer said, trying to keep his voice calm, and he hoped that the rest of the night wasn't going to be as awkward as this interaction had been so far. "Do you mind if I finish eating these? I only get so many breaks tonight." It was the sort of thing he could imagine a real Santa saying and Henry's eyes widened at that.

"Oh, of course," he said, stepping back. "I, uh, need to go to the bathroom." And then Henry was running upstairs. Once he was sure the kid had walked away, Spencer leaned against the wall, letting out a sigh and he silently hoped that you weren't watching him struggle. He finished off the last of the milk and the cookies, and, once he'd composed himself, he made his way to the living room and over to the Christmas tree. He dropped the bag of gifts under the tree, just as he was supposed to.

Meanwhile, Henry was upstairs, trying to get JJ to wake up. "Mom, Mom," he said, shaking his mother gently. "Wake up, Mom, you gotta see this."

JJ grumbled as she got up, Will shifting beside her, but still deep asleep. "What is it, Henry?"

"Santa is downstairs," he said in an excited whisper.

"He is?" JJ asked, rubbing her eyes and yawning a little, Henry pulling her out of bed with all his might.

"Yep. He's downstairs in the living room," he said, dragging her out of bed, and he wasn't kidding because his strength was remarkable. JJ let her son pull her down the stairs, neither of them seeing Santa sneak out the back door. He jogged across the street to the car, getting inside. You watched him in mild amusement as he shut the door, and he was slightly out of breath, which was a comical combination with the Santa suit.

"Mission accomplished?" you asked, a smile on your lips.

"I got caught," he breathed, his voice sounding slightly panicked, and your smile faded into concern as you realised he was serious. "But I think I covered it."

"Did he realise you weren't Santa?" you asked.

"I don't think so," he said, and he did seem a little unsure. "He didn't mention anything about it, and he seemed excited by me being there, but I honestly don't know. It's probably a fifty-fifty chance that he realized it was me."

Meanwhile, Henry had dragged his mom downstairs to an empty living room. "I swear he was here," Henry protested, and JJ was still half-asleep and only slightly confused. "I-I saw him."

"M sure you did, baby," JJ murmured. "Come on, let's get you to bed."

"No, I did see him!" Henry said, looking around the living room. He ran into the kitchen. "And he was eating the cookies and the milk!"

"Well, he probably left, Henry," JJ reasoned, following him. "He's got a lot of kids to deliver to."

The wonder on Henry's face was replaced with disappointment, and JJ pulled the nine year-old into a hug. "I know it sucks, baby," she said. "But I'm sure Santa will have left you lots of gifts." Henry huffed, pouting, and JJ smiled down at his adorable expression. "Come on," she said, starting up the stairs. "Back to bed, kiddo."

Once they reached upstairs, Henry climbed into bed, and JJ tucked him in. He looked slightly upset, but JJ planted a kiss on his forehead. Even at nine-years-old, he still wanted to believe in Santa. "So, you believe in Santa again?" JJ asked.

"I told you," Henry said, his voice indignant, sounding very much like his father. "I saw him."

JJ couldn't help a smile, ruffling his hair. "I know."

He gave her a sleepy smile, and then yawned, snuggling down into bed. “Goodnight, mom,” he mumbled.

"Goodnight, baby," JJ murmured. She watched him for a moment, waiting for that slow rise and fall of his chest that meant he was breathing like only the asleep could, and once she was sure he was asleep, she tiptoed out of his room, shutting the door quietly behind her, thanking Spencer in her head.

[archivewriter1ont]

Echo and the Cadet Batch Chapter 16: How To Babysit Aboard a Warship Is Out!

(adorableness I want to squeeze them) art by @littletroggo

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58834273/chapters/149944141

(Ugh the insert-link feature is not working again)

Summary:

Time moves differently in the Negotiator's current time zone, so the 501st and the 212th are still trying to a) keep the cadets as much a secret as possible and b) manage to keep them safe aboard a warship. After fighting alongside them as adults and adjusting to their crazy, Rex hopes that settling the baby batchers down for dinner and bedtime will go smoothly. It does not.

SNEAK PEEK: ⬇️

“Crosshair, get that pencil out of your mouth,” Echo chided gently. “That’s why you have the toothpicks.”

Rex smothered a smirk as Crosshair shot a petulant frown at the cyborg but did as he was told. The small sniper plucked the eraser end of the pencil out of his mouth but didn’t replace it with a toothpick – he was far too busy concentrating on the sketchpad in front of him. 

The captain had been sitting cross-legged on the floor, content to observe what was going on around him, but now he leaned over and tried to get a better look at the drawing, suddenly intrigued. He had just gotten obliterated by Tech in a chess game – the little engineer had not known how to play until an hour ago, but apparently learned strategy quickly and was ruthless once he did – and he could still see Wrecker and Boomer showing Hunter an array of magic tricks, though he wasn’t sure if the tracker cadet was actually interested or just accommodating his brother’s excitement. But he hadn’t seen Crosshair budge from that spot for at least an hour. Ever since he had found the sketchpad and pencils while rummaging through his older counterpart’s pack, the white-haired cadet had been sprawled out on the floor, feet kicking methodically in the air, obsessed with whatever he was watching take form on the thin, cream-colored paper.

“What’re you doing, kiddo?” he asked. He was making a point to refer to the cadets by such names as often as possible, since he wouldn’t likely ever get to do so again once they were replaced by the adult batchers he knew and loved. 

Though whenever that switch happened, he was already planning to bring up the whole “sketching” thing to Crosshair. Apparently Echo had known of the sniper’s artistic streak but Rex had not, which made him think it would be the perfect thing to bring up when the snappy batcher wanted to ignore that the combined forces of the 501st and 212th had now seen him as a mostly-harmless little cadet.

At his question, Crosshair immediately looked up. His sharp eyes narrowed at the blonde clone, but unlike his older self, he didn’t immediately bite off a none of your business or the like. Instead he hesitated, the end of the pencil inching back toward his mouth as he weighed whether he should answer.

Finally, he spoke in a quiet, almost embarrassed voice. “Something.” He tilted the sketchpad further away from Rex and adjusted his position on the floor, nearly blocking the entire thing from view. 

Rex slid closer, now determined to see what something was. Crosshair snatched up the pad and held it to his chest, turning away and eyeing him like a suspicious cat. Rex could almost imagine the little sniper’s white hair standing on end like a kitten’s, too.

He smiled at the mental image. “What kind of something?” he probed, trying to sound casual. 

(Whoops my hand slipped and I added 2k more words than I meant to. The snuggles part I referred to yesterday is now in chapter 17. 😁)

TAGLIST: @leapingbadger, @badbatchposts, @kybercrystals94, @maybe-some-words, @moonsstarsandscience, @littletroggo, @spinoqueenwrites,

NPT bc I thought you might like it: @happydragon, @indigofyrebird

Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! ❤️❤️

[thesagesjournal]

[Birthday] Shino (April 14th, 2025)

Twitter thread | Bluesky thread

Thanks for the lemonade. It's just what I needed after all this training. Want some? You've been standing there watching me all this time. Aren't you tired? Heh, of course I could feel you looking my way. It's not like you were trying to hide it, you know.

Birthday morning

Shino: You said we can do whatever I want today, right?

Shino: Then, you should come watch me train. I want to show you some real cool moves I’ve been practicing.

Shino: Prepare to be blown away!

Voicelines

Shino: … Heath, do you want to go to the party together? …Heck yeah. My birthday won’t be complete without you by my side. …I gotta find Cain and thank him later. …No, it’s nothing. Come on, the party’s about to start.

Faust: Happy birthday, Shino. I noticed you’ve become rather studious lately, and as a result, your grades have improved as well. Keep up the good work. …Heh, I have to give credit where it's due.

Heathcliff: Today’s your special day Shino, so feel free to ask for anything you want. As long as it’s within my capabilities, of course… You want to go to the party together? …How can I say no! Let’s eat and laugh to our hearts’ content and make tonight a birthday to remember.

Nero: ‘appy birthday, Shino. Ya sure have a way with words, but sometimes ya gotta take a step back an’ indulge yer childhood self. ‘Ere’s some warm soup for ya. Now, ya better drink up an’ go to bed, or you’ll never grow taller than me.

Oz: ...Is it Shino’s birthday today? He came up to me and declared he would defeat me one day… That boy knows where his strength lies, and he’s determined to grow stronger. He’s far from being on par with me, but he’ll undoubtedly become a powerful wizard in the future.

Arthur: Happy birthday, Shi– Whoa, where did you find this beetle? It’s huge! It must’ve come all the way from the depths of the forest to wish you a happy birthday. …Right, I came to find you to do just that too! Happy birthday!

Cain: It’s gonna be fine, don’t sweat it! Just go up to Heath and tell him you wanna celebrate your birthday together. He’s gonna fold immediately, bet! Now, take deep breaths a–nd off you go! …Those two never change, do they?

Riquet: Master Sage, look! Shino and Heathcliff are heading to the dining hall together. It seems like they’ve made up. Cain and I were a bit worried, but thankfully, it ended well. After all, there’s nothing more precious than celebrating your birthday with your best friend.

Snow: For his birthday, Shino requested a joint lesson with us Northern wizards, so we're consulting with Faust about it. Knowing each other’s homeland is more important now than ever after all. Our present will come a bit late, but we hope Shino will be pleased with the results.

White: Not only is Shino interested in a lesson with the Northern wizards, but with the Southern ones as well. He’s taking his studies very seriously these days, so they're holding a special classroom lecture for him later. Oh, how we look forward to seeing his continued growth!

Mithra: Happy birthday, Shino. Say, your magical artefact is quite impressive. Could I try holding it for a bit? …Hmm, I didn’t expect it to be so small since it always looks massive next to you. Well, regardless, it’s still a cool weapon to have. 

Owen: Happy birthday, Shino. I have a very special guest I’d like you to meet. It’s my dear Cerberus. He’s not as loyal to his master as you are, so I’d like him to learn a trick or two from a well-behaved dog such as yourself.

Bradley: If ya really wanna impress yer elders, it ain’t enough to jus’ keep bumpin’ up yer age. Ya gotta make the most outta every opportunity an’ put in the effort to grow. Kiddos like you are always lookin’ for that approval, yeah? …Eh? Yer past that age already?

Shylock: Welcome in, Shino. I made you a special birthday drink using orange juice and a touch of bitter herbs to give it an alcoholic taste. You’ll have to get used to the flavour eventually should you want to drink one day. Worry not, I also have a palette cleanser prepared.

Murr: Here’s your present! A lapis lazuli amulet made by yours truly! Even a real go-getter like yourself can feel lost from time to time, right? Well, this amulet can help ya find your way when ya need it! Probably! …Ahaha, got your attention?

Chloe: Isn’t Shino just so~ badass? It’s like nothing can bring him down… OMG wait, this is giving me so much inspiration! I feel like I could make him a ton of new outfits right now! Wouldn't that be an awesome birthday gift!?

Rustica: You and I once had a discussion on love, did we not? Now that you’re older, I’d love to tell you my own love story. I’ll set a table for us, brew a pot of tea, and prepare some suitable music… That sounds like a lot of trouble? Well, love can be quite troublesome.

Figaro: There’s a cafe around here that makes delicious lemon pies, so I could take you sometime. I do know a thing or two about sweets after all. ...Is it really so surprising that I’m up-to-date with where the youths like to hang-out? I am a youth myself, I’ll have you know.

Rutile: Here you go, Shino! I saved the best cut of meat for the birthday boy! …Ahaha, you got me. Heath was the one who asked me to do this since he thought you’d just give it back if he came himself. Look, he keeps sneaking glances at us, so you should accept it for him!

Lennox: Happy birthday, Shino. I hear you’ve been taking your studies seriously as of late. I’m sure Lord Faust has been very happy to see you challenging yourself. ...Now, I should challenge myself and learn how to smile? Haha, I’ll do my best too, then. 

Mitile: Hey, Mister Shino, why don’t we take a study break here and head to the cafe? Since it’s your birthday, I want to treat you to something! I probably can’t afford the most expensive cake on the menu… But hopefully, I’ve saved enough for the second most! 

[fizziepopangel]

Daddy Husk

Much like Alastor, Husk would just acquire a child, unlike Alastor, he would accidentally acquire a child. He wouldn’t even realize he acquired a child at first.

Husk would most likely end up with a kid on the younger side because they would follow him around because, well…. He’s like a 6’0 talk walking plush toy to a kid. A small being would see him and just follow the kitty home.

Eventually Husk wouldn’t realize he acquired this small being until he got back to the hotel and Vaggie asked him when he took up babysitting…. Husk would panic when he turned and just saw the kid there, and he would try his damnedest to return them to wherever they came from.

When returning them to a parent didn’t work out, he would try to hand the kiddo off to Charlie since she’s better with people and emotions and she’s basically just a big kid herself, but at this point, the little one would be attached to him and would scream like a banshee when pried away from the hellcat, so of course he would assume responsibility for them until they found someone else to take them in.

Over the course of a few weeks of watching over the kid, Husk would find himself genuinely caring for them. It would start small, but the others would soon notice him drinking less, gambling less, eating healthier to encourage the kid to do the same, even teaching the kiddo at least one of the other languages he spoke.

Fatherhood would definitely soften him. It would start with the kid, it would end up carrying into his relationship with the others and help him build better friendships with them.

He would let the kiddo sit at the bar while he worked, but he would keep them a safe distance from the alcohol and he’d invest in age appropriate puzzles and coloring books and things to keep them busy.

Husk would be caught on multiple occasions humming lullabies when they wouldn’t sleep and even putting on little magic shows for them and the multiple stuffed animals the child had acquired in their time at the hotel.

And he would be so strict on who was left in charge of the kid when he couldn’t be. Charlie and/or Vaggie would be his first choices, then Angel, then Lucifer, then Pentious, then Razzle and Dazzle, then the egg bois, then Fat Nuggets, then Niffty, and if everyone was somehow busy, then maybe Alastor. But he says Hell would freeze over before he willingly put the radio demon in charge of any living thing.

If the child didn’t have a given name, or was at an age where they didn’t like their name, he would call them Grey. Charlie would gush over how adorable and gender neutral the name is and how nice that would be….. Husk wouldn’t have the heart to tell the princess that he named the kiddo after Grey Goose Vodka.

Despite having given them a name, Husk would swear up and down that he wasn’t attached to the kid.

The act would drop when they started referring to him as Dad. He would actually cry, and from that moment on, it would be clear to anyone that met them that this kid had him wrapped around their finger.

His usual chill/detached demeanor would vanish as he goes full 1st time parent/mama bear mode over this kid. He would try to keep his image up, but its hard to seem uncaring with a kid on your hip and a parenting book in your hand,and that would be his new normal aesthetic.

Any kid of Husk’s would absolutely love magic tricks, and he would teach them some simple tricks he thought they would learn. The kiddo would then turn around and use puppy dog eyes to convince Charlie to call all the hotel guests to the parlor where they would use the table as a stage to dazzle everyone with their poorly executed simple tricks. And yes, everyone would cheer.

On the very rare occasions that Husk allowed his child to spend time with the radio demon, he would always be present, and it would usually be Alastor letting them make little radio announcements on his show, or baking with Alastor and Niffty.

Niffty was also only allowed to spend time with the little one under adult supervision, but it didn’t always have to be Husk’s, so she would also play dress up with Angel and the little one where the three would go on elaborate adventures through the Roach Kingdom. Husk would then have to have a conversation with Niffty about not putting dead bugs in his kid’s hair.

Although he can be short-tempered, he would do his best to have patience with the kid, even doing some of the little workshops Charlie offered at the hotel on anger management and coping skills.

If he had a little girl, Husk would absolutely be that dad that lets his daughter pit ribbons and bows all over his fur.

He would smile more, and he would laugh more. Real laughs rather than sarcastic chuckles.

There’s no doubt that Husk would be one of those “back in my day….” parents whenever his kid complained about anything. 

Bonus:

If (*cough cough* when) Angel and Husk were to get into a relationship, Husk’s kids would call his partner Mama or Mama Angel. And seeing Husk with his kid would absolutely prompt Angel to say “I want 10 more”.

Husk constantly telling the kiddo to ask Angel when they want a piggy back ride because "He's taller, it'll be more fun". He blames it on having back pain but Angel calls bullshit.

[himbo-in-limbo]

[a random head canon thingy idk cuz my I pad is charging n I can't draw rn 😞] Glamrock Bonnie/Glamrock Freddy

_____________________

I like to think Bonnie often goes off on his guitar during live performances (leaning towards it sounding like heavy metal) n often forgets he's playing for children LMAO

The kids love it regardless but the gangs like "dude again?" His longest solo was like a good 3 minutes...

He craves to have artistic freedom, I'm assuming the rest do as well tbh

Imagine hearing Freddy practicing his vocals, since we see chica shredding her guitar in her spare time I wonder if he dose the same?

I bet Freddy also likes to help whichever staff member is doing heavy lifting n he sees them struggling with the cargo n just goes "Oh please it's the least I can do! You all do so much for us, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourselves."

Also likes to help because Freddy has trouble just doing nothing...he needs to be doing something!

Or else he gets a bit antsy

Which is why he loves conversing n little tasks!

Bonnie calls the people closest to him "Carrot cake" bc he loves it sm and he loves them sm

In terms of the OG Trio I see chica being the one they protect the most like that's their baby sister to them 🥺♥️

Side note that it's a shame we don't have enough interactions between chica n Freddy in the game...

Like I wanna know if their just as close to each other as Freddy and Bonnie were

Bonnie gets excited hearing stories that the staff members tell him (if he's friends with em) about the outside world...

He LOVE'S it when they share their favorite music with him! He likes to analyze the guitar solos n usually that sneaks into the next concert hehe

He wants to go outside so bad...he often looks outside any windows and wishes he could just step outside for a bit...

This is also something I think the rest have in common.

They are happy working with the kids! They love their job! They would just like to feel the sun n quite literally touch grass...at least once!

Going back to Bonnie loving carrot cake he dose actually have a slight problem with it similar to chica...just don't leave your slice unattended with him, like a magic trick it'll disappear ✨

I like to think Bonnie originally didn't have eye liner but he saw one of the staff members have some on and he just told them "I want that! Can you put that on me?!" And ever since then it's been a part of his iconic look

Freddy laughs to hard at simple jokes like dad jokes kill him, which is why when he tells them sometimes he can't finish the joke 💀

His laugh is so cute n contagious 😭♥️

Everyone groans but they laugh at Freddy's reaction anyways

Bonnie's laugh is dorky, he snorts on occasion and the others call him out n he gets embarrassed

All in good fun of course!

If Bonnie were to blush I like to imagine that his whole face goes red like you can always tell when he's flustered hehe

Honestly I believe Freddy has that classy rizz, like he's such a gentleman, he'd court you properly is all I'm saying

As for Bonnie he's flirty, if he likes you he'll be teasing you a lot

He likes to bully his crush a tiny bit by making em all flustered, and yes he challenges you to bowling quite often!

It's his favorite bonding activity what can you do

He's such a good teacher for bowling too! Has to be for the kiddos of course!

All in all these boys have a heart of gold

They'll inspire you in some way n leave you feeling happy! And you do the same for them! Their still learning how to modify their hugging power tho!

It's strong! 🧡💙

[fandomregression]

I dunno if youre taking headcanon rq right now, but if you are, would you do little drumbot Brian? No worries if you dont want to!! Have a good night/day and remember to drink some water!!

Regressor Drumbot Brian!

brian doesnt really know if he can consider how he feels sometimes *regression* since the only thing left of himself is his heart, but he can't deny that his heart aches for comfort sometimes

he feels smaller, and he is so glad sometimes that aurora can pilot herself because he doesn't know if when he feels that way if he could fly the ship

at first, aurora is the only one taking care of him. she plays lullabies, she warms up the room, and she turns on the nightlights and lowers the overhead lights to make everything cozier. she also informs nastya of his state, not that brian asked her to

when nastya finds out that brian regresses, she insists that he tell someone when he feels small. she isn't exactly the *best* at taking care of him, she isn't really cut out for that sort of thing, but she does get toy soldier and have it play with him

toy soldier is of course delighted to have someone to play with. it has tons of games sorted out, including board games and pretend games, and brian is delighted. he lets toy soldier take the lead most of the time, and he just does whatever it thinks will be fun

brian is a very nervous, very quiet kiddo. he doesn't want to cause trouble, he doesn't want to demand anything, and he wants to be good. the others try to get him out of his shell, but he doesn't want to play loud and rowdy games. he would much rather play something like cards than he would play hide-and-seek

the only exception is he loves playing the drums when he's small. if he can't get to his actual drum set, he will make one out of pots and pans (that he carefully puts back later)

its actually jonny that makes the rule that whenever brian's regressed they're not allowed to touch his morality switch. even though no one would actually even consider touching it, it brings brian peace to know it's a rule

raphaella is so very excited when she finds out that brian regresses. she thinks it's just the cutest thing in the world, and she very quickly becomes his main cg

brian feels a little bad at first for taking so much of her attention, and he tries to hold back so he doesn't take more of raph's attention. raphaella then does everything in her power to get him to regress because she's worried he's hurting himself by holding back

brian stresses out over all the attention, and that does make him cry. raphaella feels awful for stressing him out, but she has to admit she's glad to take care of him (and she tells him as much when he's big again)

tim and brian playdates? tim and brian playdates. little tim peer pressures brian into so many schemes, especially since he's the bigger of the two

ivy and brian playdates? more like ivy and brian build pillowforts and disappear for hours at a time

ashes is very good with brian, and they take care of him when raphaella isn't available. brian just finds ashes comforting and calming where the others might be too energetic or overwhelming

also ashes is very warm, and brian enjoys the heat

marius isn't as likely to be around tiny brian, but he helps take care of him in subtle ways (snacks and sippy cup refills are always appreciated, and marius has played stuffie doctor on more than one occasion)

i feel like brian also likes to learn magic tricks, and he puts on magic shows for his family <3 (they are his captives and must participate in the magic show or he will cry)

sweet boy wants so badly to be carried, but he's too heavy :( he loves cuddles, but it makes his heart ache when he sees tim or ivy or marius get picked up and carried around :(

the octokittens remedy this by carrying him on a wave. this is utterly delightful, especially when the others are trying to chase him down

[vitanithepure]

I want to hear your take on teacher Gale.

Not in the sexy professor kind of way, mind out of the gutter, but in the actual act of taking on a pupil, an apprentice.

I have no idea how that works in D&D and until BG3 and meeting Rolan I imagined it all worked more individually. Like, you wanna learn magic? Go grab a book and set the barn on fire! And it appears that there are entire schools devoted to learning magic? Academies? Not gonna lie, this was not what I imagined it to look like.

I really loved interacting with Rolan while playing as Gale. It wasn’t all that much different, perhaps, but being in the correct mindset during the whole Lorroakan plot was at least giving a perspective. And no, Rolan did not entertain the thought of seeking out a new teacher, claiming all he needed to learn was already here in the tower he inherited.

But back to the question at hand - do you guys think Gale would be a good teacher? Would he even want to?

He’s passionate about what he does, and he strikes me as a kind of person who enjoys gaining knowledge through discourse with his peers. He likes to share what he knows. He does so on numerous occasions. The Weave scene in act 1 gives a glimpse of what he would be as a teacher, but that moment was born out of loneliness and longing, just a thought that appeared in his mind and he decided to go with it.

I think that, perhaps, he would be more suited for an impromptu kind of teaching. Let me paint a picture:

I’m still imagining young kiddo Gale following Elminster’s every movement around Waterdeep when he visits the city, absolutely star-struck even though the old man is just going around doing his business. But sometimes, sometimes, Elminster indulges this inquisitive little lad with a little magic trick just to watch him scribble down what he saw down to every last detail.

And I imagine Gale would do exactly that, too. He’s an open book, you ask him a question and get a book’s worth of knowledge in one go. Don’t think he would mind someone seeking him out to ask questions or talk about something magic-related. There is a lot of stuff that can be learned through observation as well.

So, what do you think?

[edupunkn00b]

Just Like Magic, Chapter 11: Heal

Prev - Heal - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

From Chapter 10: Help

Slowly, Logan looked up. The man had crouched next to him, and the twins stood just behind. In the man’s other hand sat two bright blue lucis. His lucis, the ones he’d sent after finding Janus. “We’ve come to help,” he said.

“You can really help him?” Logan asked. Between the lucis and the kind glimmer in the stranger’s eyes,  Logan’s fear cracked and he peeled back the corner of Janus’ cloak to reveal his wound. “He’s been stabbed, I think… I…” He shook his head, shame at his failure to heal his new teacher bubbling up, choking him. “I’ve already tried every healing spell in my book… Well, the ones for which, well, I—I am successful, at least. Ca—can… Do you use… magic?”

Worry creased the man's forehead, but he smiled, a warm, inviting grin that softened the splinters growing in Logan’s throat. He was a complete stranger, and the three of them had made an impossible claim. He didn’t even know this man’s name, let alone even begin to understand how—

“Call me Patton,” he said, like he’d heard his thoughts. “And here,” he added, offering the lucis. “These are for you.”

Logan held out his own hand and the lucis flew to him. The lights floated above his palm, bouncing against his fingertips and each other. Warmth washed over his hand and flowed up his arm, filling his chest with each breath. But the lights didn’t change shape the way they had in Janus’ palm, and Logan looked up, question on his tongue. Before he could ask, Patton nodded.

“Kiddos?” He turned and addressed Imaginary—real? And grown?—Roman and Remus. “Will you help Logan with your charms while I take a look at Janus?”

“How…” Tears pricked his eyes and the lucis tapped his palm, reassuring. “How do you know my name? How do you know his name?”

“C’mon, Logie.” Remus took one arm and Roman the other. Together, they helped him to his feet without him having to let go of either the lucis or his staff. “We’ll show you how to use these.”

Roman grinned at him, giving his arm a squeeze. “Then Padre will explain everything.”

Clutching the lucis close to his chest, Logan nodded and let himself be led to the other side of the firepit.

A blend of spice and sage filled the air when Patton loosened the knot keeping his satchel closed. Logan peered over his shoulder, watching as the man pulled several clay jars and a hollowed out stone dish from his bag.

He froze. “You’re a chemist!”

“Yes.” Eyes twinkling, Patton nodded. “Khymiá is my specialty, like Janus’ is protection charms and…” He smiled down at Janus, removing his own cloak to serve as a pillow beneath his head. “And a few other tricks he’ll likely show you some day.” Patton's eyes flashed over to Roman, nodding in silent conversation. “Janus has taken you on as student, yes?”

He didn’t know what else to do but nod. He’d thought chemistry was a myth. There were warnings of it in the few books he could find that mentioned magic. Usually it was as the villain of children’s stories of dragons and telepathy and… prophecy.

Logan’s throat went dry.

“You’re going to learn so much!” Remus bounced on his toes, both hands gripping his sleeve. His eyebrows twitched as his whole body vibrated, a leaf on the wind. Just like he used to when they were little. “You’re going to be just like us! Someday all you’ll need to do is touch someone and you’ll—”

“Re?” Patton interrupted with a crooked smile. “First things first, please. Help Logan with the charms. You heard him—he’s exhausted himself.”

It took Patton’s pointed look at his wobbling knees for Logan to realize he’d have fallen over if the twins didn’t have him in their grip. He tried to straighten, to stand on his own, but only fumbled the lucis. They never dropped, though, and remained close to him, hovering patiently.

“We’ve got you, Lo,” Roman murmured near his ear and carefully sat him in a mossy spot near the fire Logan was sure hadn't been there before.

“And we’re never, ever leaving you alone again!” Remus grinned, all teeth and laughter.

“Don’t scare him, Re!” Roman shook his head. “You make it sound like a threat!”

“Eh, promise, threat…” Remus winked at him and, despite himself, Logan chuckled. “It’s all the same thing.”

Lulled by the familiar bickering and the warm purr of the lucis in his hands, Logan had begun to regain a bit of the hope he’d felt when Janus had first promised to teach him. “You… You really are you,” he said, cheeks warming at the inanity of his words. “I m—I mean…” He peered closely at each of them. The brows above his friends’ familiar green eyes now thick, their voices deep and rough. Hands strong. But their movements, their words… they… “You two haven’t changed.”

“Neither have you,” Roman smiled, cupping his hands before him, palms up.

“Eh… You’re a helluva lot skinnier,” Remus said, mimicking his brother’s pose, laying his hands on top of Roman’s. “But Pop’s cooking’ll take care of that.”

At the mention of their father—teacher? Was padre the same as Consililario?—Logan peeked past Remus’ shoulder at Patton and Janus. The chemist had lifted Janus’ tunic, tutting quietly as he prodded at the wound. Dipping a cloth in a solution from one of the clay pots, he wiped away the new blood that had collected, whispering under his breath.

Right before his eyes, the wound closed and Janus’ bleeding stopped. With a little rhythmic hum, Patton’s broad shoulders dropped in obvious relief. He tucked the cloak around Janus’ form again, gently stroking the hand he’d laid over top.

“See?” Roman whispered. “Padre takes good care of him.”

Logan’s brow furrowed in confusion. But before he could work out just what felt odd about Roman’s words, Remus moved their hands beneath his, layering Logan’s between the lucis and the twins’. “Now let us take care of you, Logie.”

~

Light danced over Janus’ closed eyes, soft red fading into black. Whispers wove through his dreams, an old melody he’d almost forgotten. Laughter. He was wrapped in warmth and softness, fluffy down and golden sunlight. The fire at his back abated, high tide retreating with the rising sun.

It grew quiet again and he drifted in darkness and dream, honeysuckle fields and the clear blue bay. Starlit paths. A strong, soft hand in his.

He woke to candlelight, a damp cloth at his forehead and a deep voice humming a healing chant. He groaned when he swallowed, throat papery, and licked dry lips. The humming stopped and a wave of nutmeg and clove and honey filled his lungs. A cup was lifted to his mouth and he drank.

Slowly, Janus blinked and eyes the color of the Puget Bay appeared before him. The entire room glowed with their light.

“I know those eyes,” he murmured, voice cracking. He drank gratefully when the cup tapped his lips again.

“I should certainly hope so, Mister,” Patton replied with a put-upon huff and a poorly concealed grin. “It hasn’t been that long.”

“It’s been long enough to dearly miss—Logan!” Janus bolted upright, spilling the potion. His head whipped around the room as he fought with the blankets tangling his legs. “Logan? Where’s—” He pulled at Patton’s sleeve. “Please, Pat! My student—He's—Where’s—I sent him to find a sta—”

“Shhh, Jan… Everything’s alright,” Patton soothed. “Logan’s fine. He’s perfectly safe.” He nodded slowly and smiled when Janus stilled. He straightened the covers and dabbed at the wet spot with a towel. “Logan’s in the other room with my boys.”

“Your…” Janus stared at him. “Your boys?”

Patton smiled back, laughter in his eyes. “My boys. If you’re feeling strong enough to get up, we can get you all introduced.”

Janus took his offered hand, surprised at how little his side ached as Patton slowly helped him sit up again. “Lead the way.”

~

The main room in Patton’s home bubbled with activity, a large fire snapping and popping in one corner, a lush sitting area with a low table and puffy cushions and knitted throws across from it. The opposite corner, beneath a window box bursting with herbs and flowers, housed a long worktable covered with vials and jars and the large crucible Janus had helped Patton cast when they young.

At the other end of the room sat the kitchen. Crowded together on the wood stove, three pots simmered and spat, spilling the scent of garlic and ginger and fresh morels into the air. A loaf of bread sat cooling in one corner, and the yeasty aroma wafting from under a towel-covered bowl next to it meant another loaf was well on its way.

The biggest source of activity in the room, though, were the three men working over the heavy wooden table, chopping and peeling and stirring. And laughing.

Janus paused at the doorway, one hand on his staff, the other hooked through Patton’s steady arm. Logan’s face was bright, the warmth of the fire and the company bringing a rosy glow he’d yet to see on his new student’s face. His aura was blinding, waves of deep blue dancing at the edges every time the glittery red and green auras of the others—Patton’s ‘boys’ were fae?—overlapped.

He sighed, a release of worry for his student, for his future, for his ability to find peace enough to practice and learn and live after all he’d already been through.

The soft sound managed to alert the trio to their presence. “Janus!” Logan cried, smile growing as he rushed to wipe his hands on a towel tied at his waist. He dashed past the table and ran to him arms open wide, hesitating only at the last moment before embracing him.

“Is this your doing?” Janus stepped closer and released Patton’s arm to pull Logan into a hug.

Logan melted against him, nodding before giving a little shrug. “They came for us when I sent luminaria.”

Pride burst from Janus’ chest and he pulled back to meet Logan's eyes. “You sent them on your own?”

He caught Patton’s eye over Logan’s shoulder and Patton beamed. “He sure did!”

“I’m so proud of you, Logan,” Janus whispered. “I showed you the spell only once.”

“You needed help I couldn’t give,” Logan whispered back. “My magic could not help you.”

“Oh, Logan,” Janus shook his head and cupped Logan’s cheek. “Look where we are. Your magic did help me.”

Grinning, Patton ruffled Logan’s hair. “He’s right, Kiddo. And you should’ve seen him, Jan.” Logan’s eyebrow quirked up at the nickname but he only listened. “He looked ready to take our heads off with his staff before I could convince him we wouldn’t hurt you.”

“Your staff?” Janus’ eyes widened. “You found one?”

“Well… It is uncarved, and…” Logan demurred. “And I…”

The thinner twin turned and stroked his back, nudging him toward the door. “Logie, show him.”

Logan looked back at each of them and the twin fae grinned at him with matching smiles. Lip caught between his teeth, Logan hurried to the doorway where a tall bluish branch lay propped next to a row of cloaks and boots.

The room exploded in light no-one else could see as Logan drew near the bough, a bright blue-white streaming from his hand as he reached for it. Logan and his staff’s aura filled Janus’ vision, slowly dimming until he could just make out his form as he returned, presenting his staff to him.

“Logan,” he gasped. “It’s remarkable.” Fighting to clear his vision, Janus blinked until he could see the broad smile brushed across his student’s face.

Logan looked over his shoulder at Patton’s ‘boys’ and smiled. “I had help from some old friends. I…” Moving the staff to one hand, he held it upright like Janus held his. He let his free hand float near Janus’ and the staff responded, golden light spraying out to meet his hand. Logan smiled and stretched his fingers, likely feeling the light.

“The first wood I found was just like yours. Buzzy and… warm. I thought it was the wood I should choose. But then…” He grinned at the twins. “They helped me find this one and…”

Janus gripped his shoulder. “And you knew.”

“And I knew,” Logan nodded, a bit of pride spilling into his voice. After a moment, he cleared his throat and turned to face each of them. “Janus…” A blush dusted his cheeks as he gestured to the twin fae still working in the kitchen. “I’d like you to meet Remus and Roman.”

[nigtmarerin]

Base on this beautiful comment of @eugeneplace I’m gonna dive into their little lore in the Knytte Bånd Au.

First of all, when I say “favorite uncle” it’s most likely mean “tutor” or “guidance” of the kiddos, all of them try to teach each child things that they can do to self defense and self discipline.

JD like to teach Coal about survival skills for any occasion, that’s why is also teach hin how to use a combat axe like him, because of the versatility of that weapon, normally he takes him to explore the nearest grounds of their tribe to learn the basics like, camping, set a campfire and other things like that, also get a ride on Ronda (his beast, is not an armadillo is a Chamened Wolf) for introducing him to this amazing creatures, a funny thing I was thinking is the first time Coal saw JD’s beast features he freaks the hell out of what his uncle can do.

Bang wants to be a constructor in the bunker matter like they dad, they want to know well their grounds to know materials and places to work on, that’s why Floyd was a good option to try non conventional ways to do so bc he’s blind, he had another perspective of the surroundings and they want to try it, in my head that’s the explanation of why Bang had a lot of bruises and scars, others than manipulating the elemental magic more than their siblings and using that war hammer, my little fun fact about that it’s the first time Bang want to hold the weapon, for the weight they fell backwards immediately.

For the third sibling Twig with that though energy of his, Bruce try teach him to relax a little bit, like he’s the brain of most of the tricks he and his siblings made, sometimes he got a little bit of stress, the ways his uncle try to relax him is going to short trips to the surroundings in his beast, exploring different and beautiful places meanwhile their training with “a stick with a pointy thing” like Twig likes to call it, Bruce, like his brothers, loose an important thing which for the others is insignificant but had a hard impact in his life and the way he sees the life, something that he wants to teach to his nephew.

Maybe Jacaranda is little now, but she is the entity of chaos itself in the tribe, that’s why Clay took her under his wing (literally) and tries to teach her in the archery, bc demands a lot of concentration and techniques that she use to tournament her siblings sometimes, those puffy arrows are her best way to take advantage of her opponents (aka her siblings), Clay show her how to be sneaky and faster than the others, she got a incredible vision and hardly never fails her targets, that’s why sometimes the kids get back home covered under paint least Randa how always asks what their gonna eat this time.

And answering the baby proof weapons, it’s bc Hype didn’t want Randa use pointy things at that age, Branch always says his is an hypocrite and tries to sneak with her in the training places to teach her at least how to use a knife, but they always get caught by Hype.

And a bonus draw of Randa complaining about her weapons.

[divine-knight-hand]

My Paracosm's Tumblr Dashboard Simulator!!! ❤️‍🔥

Except none of you know my paras, nor am I going to give any context for these. *womp womp*

But, I basically saw this post and decided “Hey, lemme do that!” and then I did that.

Also, a good portion of my paras are primparas, but my fictparas will be glaringly obvious, so, yeah. If you know them, you know them. 🤷‍♀️

I spent way too long on this, lmao... Welp, enjoy! 😌

TW: some humor involving brief mentions of suicide, death, and doxxing

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

Remind me again why our boss is asking us to make these social media accounts? Isn’t our whole thing, I dunno, subtlety?

💧 sweetest-otaku Follow

Well, with a user like that, I don’t think you’re doing very good at that, anyways… 😬

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

Let’s not hash out the technical stuff 😅

(1,258 notes)

❤️ a-random-fan Follow

Anyone else ever think about how not-ember-blade and sweetest-otaku were born to contradict each other? Like, how do sisters with conflicting powers learn to not only co-exist, but thrive while working together? Especially when everyone expects them to tear each other apart? Truly, it’s wonderful to see…

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

Dude, what the fuck? We’ve been past that. Find a new philosophy, Socrates- 💀

#and to everyone who still thinks me and my sister are gonna duke it out #stfu

(947 notes)

🐺 alpha-machine Follow

So, not-ember-blade… What’s the status on that date? 😏

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

My sister had to physically restrain me from typing “kys” before lecturing me on the importance of a “respectful no”.

💧 sweetest-otaku Follow

Well, it almost worked… 😅

#also please rethink the wording of your tags #I’m not even going to repost them #they’re really vulgar…

(236 notes)

💍 iron-wife Follow

mischief-incarnate, you didn’t happen to put itching powder in alpha-machine’s closet after his latest post, did you???

🐍 mischief-incarnate Follow

Do I look like I’m only capable of mere party tricks to you? Of course not! That foul mutt has magic to thank for any discomfort he may be experiencing. Magic woven into each and every thread, in fact~

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

Every day, I fall more and more in love with you 😩

#marriage when?

(2,479 notes)

🪞 mirror-mirror Follow

Crippling anxiety? I barely know her! (Lying)

💄 hopeless-hottie Follow

What does this mean?

💄 hopeless-hottie Follow

Hello?

💄 hopeless-hottie Follow

HELLO?!

#can someone go check if she’s okay? #I’m starting to get concerned…

(174 notes)

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

Can y’all stop asking me if arachni-kid is my son? It’s not even true, and his aunt is starting to ask questions…

💧 sweetest-otaku Follow

One time, I saw you make him a Hot Pocket, kiss him on the forehead, and wish him luck on a test he was studying for.

🕷️ arachni-kid Follow

A test I passed, by the way! I forgot to tell you. 😅

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

Awwwww! I knew you could do it, kiddo! I’m so proud of you! 🥹

(1,892 notes)

💄 hopelessness-hottie Follow

Look, not-ember-blade! It’s you!

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

I’m… pi?

🔦 endangered-observer Follow

Maybe she’s saying you are what you eat? 😅

🐍 mischief-incarnate Follow

I’ve not once seen her consume this mathematical notation…

💧 sweetest-otaku Follow

You summoned all three of them and they still didn’t get it 😭

🪞 mirror-mirror Follow

That’s because they all share one brain cell 🤣

(2,437 notes)

🧹 friendly-maiden Follow

As much as I enjoy serving the new queen and princess, can I have not-ember-blade and sweet-otaku back? Please?

💧 sweetest-otaku Follow

Awww! We miss you, too! 🥺

#Please come visit sometime #okay?

(173 notes)

🪞 mirror-mirror Follow

Everyone talking about possibly making a poll to decide who the best sister is between not-ember-blade and sweetest-otaku clearly wasn’t here for the violent discourse that one poll between mischief-incarnate and thunderous-hero, and it shows… 👀

💧 sweetest-otaku Follow

Didn’t mischief-incarnate dox someone for telling people to vote against him?

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

No, no… That was me… 😶

#but can you blame me? #the bitch had it coming #spreading that harmful propaganda

(2,347 notes)

🍳 wary-chef Follow

Just saw someone cooking without measuring their ingredients. They should lose their cooking priviliges.

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

You rn:

💧 sweetest-otaku Follow

I was gonna tell you to stop bullying my boyfriend, but- 😭

(1,482 notes)

⚡ thunderous-hero Follow

What are these "fan cams" that people keep talking about?

💧 sweetest-otaku Follow

Oh! You mean, those edits of us? I wonder how everyone got all that footage of us...

#It's actually a little creepy #How do they do it?

(3,487 notes)

🔦 endangered-observer Follow

Who... Who sent me this song?

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

I know I shouldn't laugh, but... HA!!!

#the whole polycule having daddy issues goes crazy

(1,450 notes)

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member can't learn the group's comeback lyrics ft 3mix

A/N: Hey guys, I'm sorry for disappearing but I got my wisdom teeth out so yeah- lol. Anyway- I got an ask on Tumblr and I loved writing it, ty anon! :D

The request: Can you do a 3mix where the 10th member is having trouble with singing her part or dancing one part of the song(You can pick) and jihyo(or any member you wants) comes in and help them like soyeon and g-(idle).

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

__________________________________________________________

In the heart of Seoul, the bustling city that never slept, TWICE prepared for yet another electrifying performance. The air hummed with anticipation as fans from all corners of the world gathered to witness the magic of their idols. Among the sea of faces that adorned the stadium, Y/N's heart raced with both excitement and a tinge of anxiety.

Y/N had joined TWICE as the youngest member, and while the journey had been a whirlwind of dreams come true, it wasn't without its challenges. As the 10th member, she found herself sandwiched between the experienced and the new. Her singing progress had been one of the reasons she had secured her spot in the group, yet tonight, that very talent had decided to play tricks on her.

It was a crucial point in their set, where TWICE's star had a solo line that she was supposed to deliver with the kind of power that could shake an audience to its core. But tonight, the power seemed to have abandoned her. Every time she tried to belt out the notes, her voice faltered, as if the melody had slipped through her fingers like sand.

Y/N's frustration scaled with each unsuccessful attempt. She knew the others were counting on her, and the thought of letting her fellow members down weighed heavily on her heart. She almost stepped away from the practice room, her vision blurred with tears of frustration.

However, Nayeon and Jeongyeon, the unnie duo of the group, exchanged a knowing look as they noticed their child's frustration. They had seen this look before, the one that whispered of doubts and insecurities. With a shared glance, they left their positions and joined the younger girl by the side of the practice room.

Nayeon - Hey, baby. You know, even the best singers have their off days. It's just a part of being human.

Jeongyeon nodded, her expression soft.

Jeongyeon - Absolutely, kiddo. And it's okay to feel frustrated, but remember, you're not alone in this. We're a family, and we support each other through everything.

The maknae managed a small smile, feeling a bit of the weight on her shoulders lift. 

Y/N - Thank you, unnies. I'm just worried about letting everyone down.

Nayeon chuckled, her voice light. 

Nayeon - You? Letting us down? Love, you've already proven yourself time and time again. We have no doubts about your talent.

Jeongyeon nodded in agreement. 

Jeongyeon - Exactly. And besides, even if things don't go perfectly, we'll still be there with you. We've got your back.

Y/N's heart warmed at their words, a renewed sense of determination filling her chest. 

Y/N - This means a lot to me, unnies. I'll do my best!

As Nayeon and Jeongyeon exchanged smiles with Y/N, a new presence entered the scene. It was Jihyo, the group's charismatic leader and an incredible vocal powerhouse herself (I mean- wow). TWICE's angel looked up to her, her eyes reflecting a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability. She had always admired Jihyo's nurturing nature and her undeniable presence that commanded respect.

Jihyo reached out and gently touched her kid's arm. 

Jihyo - Hey, it's okay. Can I sit with you for a moment?

Y/N nodded, feeling a lump forming in her throat. They settled on a plush couch, the atmosphere filled with an unspoken understanding. Jihyo's presence was like a soothing balm even if she couldn't even begin to explain how worried she was about her girl, and Y/N found herself instinctively leaning into it.

Jihyo - Is something bothering you, honey? 

Y/N - I... I don't know, I've been practising my part, but I just can't seem to hit the notes right tonight. It's frustrating, and I don't want to mess up the performance! *frowns*

Jihyo nodded, her expression empathetic. 

Jihyo - You know, not getting everything right is part of being an artist. But you're not alone in this. We're a team, and we support each other through the highs and the lows.

Y/N wiped away a tear that had escaped her eye. 

Y/N - I know, but I don't want to drag everyone else down. They're all depending on me.

Jihyo's smile was both reassuring and sincere (kinda motherly too). 

Jihyo - You're not dragging anyone down, lovebug. We're here for you, just like you're here for us. And as for your part, let's work on it together.

With a heartwarming determination, Jihyo stood up and offered her hand to TWICE's sunshine.

Jihyo - Come on, let's head back to the practice room babe.

Y/N hesitated for a moment before taking Jihyo's hand. The warmth of her leader's touch was comforting, like a lifeline in the midst of her uncertainty. As they walked back to the practice room, the girl found herself stealing glances at Jihyo. She admired the way Jihyo carried herself, both as a leader and as a best friend.

Back in the practice room, Jihyo sat beside Y/N at the piano. She began to play the melody, and Y/N tentatively joined in. Her voice wavered, but this time, there was a sense of companionship that eased her nerves.

Jihyo's eyes met her dongsang's, and she smiled encouragingly. 

Jihyo - You've got this, sweet girl. Believe in yourself, just like we believe in you.

With Jihyo's unwavering support, the maknae sang her part once again. This time, her voice soared, carrying with it a newfound confidence. The notes that had seemed elusive before now flowed effortlessly from her lips.

As they finished the song, Y/N let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Jihyo's applause was genuine, her smile radiant. 

Jihyo - See? You're amazing, boo. And remember, I'm here whenever you need a little extra support.

Y/N felt a rush of gratitude, a warmth that radiated from her heart. 

Y/N - Thank you, Omma Jihyo.

Jihyo's laughter was like music, filling the room with infectious joy. 

Jihyo - Omma, huh? I like that. Just remember, we're all family here.

As the concert lights dimmed and TWICE took the stage, Y/N stood among her fellow unnies, her heart brimming with newfound strength. And as she sang her solo part, she felt the echoes of Jihyo's support guiding her every note. The crowd roared in approval, the energy of the moment transcending the challenges that had led to it.

In the end, Y/N learned that even in the face of trouble, the bonds of friendship and the power of encouragement could transform a moment of doubt into a triumph of the heart. And as she gazed out at the sea of cheering fans, she knew that she was not only living her dream but sharing it with a family that would always stand by her side and that made her have only one thought:

I love my dear older sisters.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[boyslit-moving]

Vinian - 5★

Title : Vivi the Magnificent!

Path : Nihility

Element : Imaginary

Combat Type : Debuff/CC

Faction : Masked Fools

Introduction : The life of a traveling magician can be difficult but Vinian finds enjoyment wherever they go. If it can’t be found, it can be made, and seeing the astonished faces of the crowd is their greatest joy. There’s always a trick up their fashionable sleeve, to delight and amuse both the magician and the audience.

Combat Kit and Voice Lines under the cut

we stay silly :3

— Ability

(*Combat kit isn't 100% set in stone, still fiddling with it)

Basic ATK : Hidden Arsenal - Vinian produces several throwing knives from their coat and throws them all in quick succession at a single enemy.

Skill : Mirror Box - Imprisons an enemy in a trick box for 1 turn; when they are released, sets Disorientation on them for 2 turns - makes them auto-attack a random ally instead of using skill or ult (same as Dominated from Kafka. Could make them attack themselves instead?)

Ultimate : Grand Finale - lights go dark. A single spotlight highlights a large painted wheel to which an enemy is strapped. Vivi produces two handfuls of throwing knives and an eerie grin. deals massive damage to a single enemy and x2 damage to enemies with Disorientation

Talent : Over Here! - Vinian can evade an attack every five turns by trading places with an illusion. The turn count carries over from battle to battle. An enemy whose attack is evaded with this Talent gets the debuff Disorientation for 1 turn.

Technique : Keep Them Guessing - resets the turn count for ‘Over Here’ to 4, and randomly shuffles Vinian in the attack order for the first turn.

Possible Idle Animation: Takes off hat, inspects inside, makes a surprised :O face and after winking at the camera (no matter where camera is in relation to them), disappears into their hat which spins and settles onto the ground upside down. Pops back out after a second with a spray of flowers.

— Eidolons

Happiness is for Sharing - adds a 50% chance to trap an extra enemy in Mirror Box

Joy for Your Troubles - if Vinian is afflicted with a status effect when Over Here! triggers, trading places with the illusion causes the status effects to disappear.

Simply Dizzy with Bliss - Extended the duration of Disorientation on enemies by +1 turn.

Unwavering Euphoria - +2 to Basic and Skill

Jubilation of Victory - When Vinian defeats an enemy, they are shuffled randomly in the turn order and the count for Over Here is set to a random number between 1 and 4. This can only occur once per round.

Elation Beyond Measure - +2 to Ult and Talent

— Character Lines

First Meeting : Gather 'round, everyone! Guaranteed to amaze and delight, Vivi the Magnificent will perform for you a show unlike any you've ever seen! Now, watch carefully—you won't want to miss a single second of this spectacle!

Greeting : You know, you really ought to keep more tidy. Why—goodness! You shouldn't be storing coins behind your ears, friend! (laughter)

Parting : Alas, our time together has come to an end, and I must bid you adieu. Don't frown so, my dear. We shall meet again, I'm sure.

About Self - [Magic Shows] : I started performing magic and sleight of hand at quite a young age, to supplement my family's earnings. I got exceedingly good at it, and suddenly I found my performance in such high demand I hardly knew what to do! Soon I had to pack up and take the show on the road, traveling the stars and delighting all sorts of people with my illusions before taking off again.

About Self - [Hat] : Ah, you're wondering how I manage to make myself disappear with only this simple hat, are you? *clicks tongue* Don't you know a magician never reveals the secrets of their tricks? But since we're such good friends, I'll give you a hint: this one has a bit of help from a higher power~

Chat - [Children] : Kiddos make the best audience, honestly. Wide-eyed and full of wonder, and they haven't learned to be skeptical of things that shouldn't be able to happen. They'll cheer and laugh without restraint, their cheeks all rosy and their little eyes a-sparkle with joy… now that's what makes everything worth it, you know?

Hobbies : I took a bit of interest in fashion along the way, out of necessity at first, but it's become a fun and soothing past-time for me. Vivi's stage outfits are all designed and hand-made by yours truly. *small gasp* You know, I'm working on a newer, flashier one for Garidon-II in a couple months. Want a sneak peek?

Annoyances : I don't get too many hecklers, but I suppose their presence is how one knows one's made it. If they get too rowdy, I can simply incorporate them into my show, and they seem to learn their lesson quickly enough.

Something to Share : Shall I teach you a little something to dazzle your friends with? Watch carefully. Practice the movements and the misdirection at the same time. That's half the work of illusion - they'll watch the flash and completely miss the real work being done.

Knowledge : I can't possibly keep track of how many different worlds I've been to. After a while they all start blurring together, and that's how I know I need a good vacation. My favorite? Ahhh... well, Epsilon has become something of a second home to me, you might say. Some of my favorite people in all the universe hang around there~

About Madame Brughel : A new friend, but a dear one. We've had the most wonderful time together dodging her terrifying suitor and enjoying all the joys the city has to offer. I'll be so heartbroken when we have to part.

About Giovanni : Now there's an interesting fellow! Seems very committed to that mask. He is, of course, also committed to the bit, to laughter and amusement like the rest of us, but one has to wonder why he keeps that thing on... sometimes I wonder if he bathes with it on, you know?

<pending more once we actually meet some people on Penacony>

— Combat Lines

Battle Begins - Weakness Break : Let's begin, shall we?

Battle Begins - Danger Alert : Perhaps we're out of our league here… still going to try? That's the spirit…I think.

Turn Begins I : I'll try not to hog the spotlight~

Turn Begins II : Break a leg~

Turn Idling : The show must go on, my dear… we've not a moment to lose.

Basic ATK : Hah!

Skill : Can you find your way out? Good luck…

Hit by Light Attack : Oof! Mind the coat, will you?

Hit by Heavy Attack : Augh! They're getting serious now…

Ultimate: Activate : And now, for the grand finale!

Ultimate: Unleash : 1x: Ah, a volunteer! We can't keep the audience waiting… let's give them a show to REMEMBER! (2x: It was knife to meet you, but I'm afraid I have to cut our time short!)

Talent : *giggles* Missed me!

Downed : You haven't-seen the last…of me…

Return to Battle : Ta-daaah~!

Health Recovery : My gratitude is yours, darling.

Technique : *light gasp…. a soft pinging noise as they wink* *self-satisfied hum when they reappear*

Battle Won : How exhilarating!

Treasure Opening : Let's see what sort of trinkets have been left for us, hmm?

Successful Puzzle-Solving : And there you have it!

Enemy Target Found : Let's have some fun, shall we?

Returning to Town : Let your hearts be at ease, for Vivi the Magnificent has returned once again!

[arcanescholxr]

“This won’t make me explode will it?”

Elias stretches out in place, not giving any attention to the younger witch flipping through his grimoire. He agreed to let Dwight try out a spell he needed to do for class. It was a glamour spell making someone appear not what they seemed. Perhaps an animal, maybe someone entirely else. In the olden days, witches used these glamour spells to hide in plain sight and escape aggression.

Normally, Elias would be wary about letting Dwight do a spell on him. It wasn’t that Dwight was bad at magic, it was simply that he spent his entire life not being able to control it, and the college was his first time ever learning how to manage it. Since entering the college, he’s gotten better, so what harm could one spell do?

“What are you planning on doing?”

Dwight thumbed through the grimoire until he landed on the certain section of glamour spells. “How about your familiar?” Dwight nods his head over to Crimson, Elias’s wolf familiar. He was sprawled lazily on the floor, paws stretched out in comfort. “That might be an easy thing to do.”

“Why not just change my hair color? That’s way more easier.” Elias suggested.

“But everyone is going to do that!” Dwight pouted. “I really want to impress people, I want to do these cool spells.”

“Wow you are really living up to the Blackburn name.” Elias teased lightly. “Okay then kiddo, give me your best shot.”

Dwight read through the grimoire and gently set it down against a nearby desk. He grabbed his staff and held it up. The young witch closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Soon, the staff started to glow, life omitting from the magical artifact. Elias watched as the carved sigils on the staff started to glow as Dwight concentrated his energy into the spell. Then as quickly as it appeared, a ball of magic came from the spell and hit Elias.

A small cloud came from the other witch and when it cleared, Elias was gone and in place was a black cat.

Dwight gasped, a smile upturning his face. “I did it! I mean, I meant to disguise you as a wolf, but hey! I’ll take a cat.” The young witch knelt down to examine his glamour.

The cat, or rather Elias, appeared to be a black cat. He had green eyes and his tail swished behind him. “Hey not bad kid.”

The glamour could fool the untrained eye but if you disturbed the glamour, it could wash away. Dwight touched the cat, expecting it to disappear and Elias would stand there once again. Expect, he found that Elias had very soft fur.

Dwight touched him again. And again. And the glamour wasn’t going away

“Uhh, are the glamours supposed to be this strong? Or is this a family magic thing?” Dwight asked.

Elias realized around the same time that he felt different more than he looked different. A yowl left the cat. “What did you do to me?!” Elias demanded, running over to the closest mirror, examining himself. The glamour didn’t dissolve.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

“I-I don’t know, why isn’t it going away?” Dwight stammered as he watched Elias panicked. The cat hopped over to Dwight’s open grimoire, eyes scanning over the text before looking over at Dwight in what could be described as anger.

“DWIGHT! This is transformation chapters, not the glamour chapters!l

“I-I thought they were the same thing! Don’t they both turn you into something else?”

“One tricks people into thinking you’re something else, the other MAKES you turn into something else!” Elias hissed.

“Oh god, Elias I’m so sorry, I-I’ll fix this.” Dwight grabbed at the grimoire flipping through the pages. There was shuffle of noises, and Dwight looked over to see that Crimson got up from his nap. And he was looking at Elias. And looking at the now cat Elias, hungrily.

Elias, noticing immediately, walked backwards away from his familiar. “C-Crimson, it’s daddy, don’t you recognize me?”

The wolf familiar barked excitedly and made a mad dash for Elias. The cat yowled and ran away, with Dwight in tow.

“No Crimson stop! Bad dog! That’s Elias, bad dog!” Dwight called out as he chased down the two.

October Event: Elias is now a black cat for the month of October.

[brunhielda]

I have an OC I have yet to write about but is exactly this character- she’s just a Librarian.

Not the magical kind from the other show, though the jokes that could be made with this character would be endless- “Why does telling people you are a Librarian get you everywhere?” 🤷🏻‍♀️ “I learned not to question it- it breaks down if you do. Just keep smiling and walking.”

No I mean a funky nerdy librarian who wears cardigans because they are warm (but also dressing the part is just fun, come on) and wants everyone to read more books.

She runs the children’s section, and is great with reading out loud and patience for wiggly kiddos (and Harrisons, and Parkers, and Briannas). When not at the library she actively volunteers for after school programs to help with homework.

She is just a nice person.

Who read one too many spy novels, and has the customer service skills to note the leverage team not being who they pretend to be. She watches them to make sure they aren’t hurting anyone in her domain, but otherwise recommends cowboy books to the pretend janitor and nonfiction about famous sparkles for the new mayor’s assistant doing research at the computer, and leaves them alone.

It freaks them the hell out. They call in Sophie to analyze her- is she a player? No- no she’s just good at reading people. Sophie walks out with romance novels about widows finding new footing. Sophie never mentioned her husband had passed. She tells the team to leave her be and holes herself up in her room to read and cry with tissues and chocolate for three days.

Hardison decides the librarian is a witch, and reaffirms they should leave her the hell alone.

The Librarian, meanwhile, puts together that they are definitely lying to the Mayor and trying to trick him about SOMETHING. This is the same Mayor that quietly lowered funding for the afterschool programs 5 times and who low key threatened her job when she pointed out what she thought must be an error. She is currently using supplies that would be underused at the Library to keep it open, which, technically, is illegal. She lets them at him.

Near the end of this con, she saves Brianna’s butt by vouching for her and getting her out the back door of a building. The Mayor goes to jail. They say she should run, she says- “Are you kidding? I work best when people barely register I am there.”

They try recruiting her, she says “I wouldn’t feel right leaving the kids to deal with the idiots around here by themselves.” They leave her a card.

She just becomes the person they call. When they need lit questions answered. When they need some insight to children that somehow Sophie is missing (more so after Sophie retires). When they need a second opinion on reading someone.

She does do one job. It’s about a poorly run foster group home (more like a string of them), and they realize they can’t essentially take care of the kids AND take out the bad guys.

She would just be that character that shows up more consistently until she is a known memeber of the group. And she’s just a quiet librarian who hates bullies.

I love her so much.

And yes- I think Leverage teams need at least one “good” person (and we all remember who Nate was) to remind them why they do the thing and keep them on track.

I also think they left the opening of multiple teams so that we can fanfic this thing as much as we want. 😂 Go nuts.

By Leverage: Redemption, the team has branched out and gone international. And given the team's criminal contacts, and how they've looped people on before (Tara, Quinn, etc.) most of the members are probably criminals pointed toward bad people. Even Harry, despite being very new to crime, was on the crooked side of being a lawyer beforehand.

But I wonder how may Leverage recruits are the opposite. People with no shady history whatsoever, but who are so morally outraged that they have to do something about it.

[fandomregression]

if you're still doing requests, jonny dville regressor hcs perhaps?

Regressor Jonny D'ville Headcanons!

absolute brat. biggest brat in the universe. oh my god he drives everyone crazy and he knows it, and he loves it

it takes approximately ten minutes after discovering jonny regresses for brian to take away his guns. this, of course, leads to issues. jonny holds his breath until he passes out, screams, does whatever he can think of to get his guns back. they compromise, and jonny gets nerf guns when he's small

this is still a terrible idea

brian regrets being the first one to step up and try to take care of jonny

jonny is very close with nastya, and he does like to run off and play with her when he feels small. of course, "playing" looks more like playing the "what's that for?" game while nastya works

ashes is very good with him, and they are able to get jonny to settle down when no one else can. they are also the only reason he will ever have one vegetable, big or small

king of tantrums. dear lord

ashes steps in to stop the tantrums, because they're the only one who can. they accomplish this by scooping him up under the arms and letting him dangle in the air until he gets tired

cuddliest lil guy, but only sometimes. no one can just ask him if he wants a cuddle and expect good results, instead he's much more like a cat. jonny will suddenly appear beside whoever he wants cuddles from, wrapped in a blankie, and he will just. plop down. this is not a choice anyone can make, the baby wants cuddles and he's gonna get them

despite calling him a baby (never My Baby by anyone, just The Baby), and despite his love of pacis (since marius confiscates his cigarettes), jonny regresses to a kiddo more around 6-8. he just likes more baby-ish things, but he is very independent

will at times refuse to walk, will only scuttle on the floor

he actually really loves baths, and it's a very easy way for someone to calm him down. just run him a bubble bath, give him some bath crayons and toys, and he's happy as could be. just don't let the water get too cold

loves magic! he is so easily entertained by magic tricks, card tricks, and it's not hard to blow his mind. it keeps him occupied, especially when he tries to recreate the trick

he loves cuddling with ivy because she reads him stories while he's with her, and it makes him comfy enough to almost take a nap. almost

refuses naps until he collapses out of exhaustion, and he will never learn his lesson

you know those lil baby yogurt snacks? yeah. shoveling those in by the fistful. he loves them so much

everyone knows he likes regressing because he had a bad childhood, and because he does actually have quite a bit of anxiety, so even though he can be a lot to handle, they still don't mind taking care of him <3

tim sure would love it if jonny would stop biting him though

sorry this is SO late!!! i hope you like these 🙏 jonny is such a menace and i love himb

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Any headcanons on how the townsfolk react to the farmer having magic?

Sure thing :D

By the way, it became interesting to me, what kind of magic exactly does the Farmer use in the vanilla game? In fact, only interaction with Junimo, the ability to talk with wild animals and the transmutation of bars (which is more alchemy than magic, I think?) comes to mind. So I decided to write the reaction of the inhabitants as if the Farmer has some kind of spells like a fireball, telekinesis and other such that the first thing comes to mind. Hope you like it, dear anon ❤️

--------------------------------------------------

Unfortunately, Pierre doesn't have anything "magic" for the Farmer in his shop. Oh, they just want to buy seeds? Well, with magic or not, a client is still a client! Just please don't accidentally burn his store with a fire spell or something.

Penny only giggled nervously after receiving information from the Farmer, and the following days she tried to avoid them. Now she is much calmer, but nonetheless, how in the world-?

Abigail knew that the Farmer is not so simple at first glance! Even the fact that they just understand little apple-like spirits delights Abby. It's so cool! If they also have some other combat magic, then it's even better!

Well... This magic of theirs doesn't restrict them from eating normal food, does it? No? Wonderful! Then Gus will gladly serve the Farmer in the Saloon, without any prejudice. Maybe he will even calm down his other visitors, who will climb to the Farmer with their annoying polls after an extra mug of beer.

Magic? Young one, George is not up to your hocus-pocus right now. Go show your tricks with bunnies and hats to kids or someone else, and let him watch his TV. Hmmph!

Rasmodius' only wish is that the young Farmer not fall under the control of his ex-wife if she takes an interest in their giftedness. Besides that, the wizard's door to the tower will always be open for the Farmer if they have a problem with magic control, or they want to learn a new spell.

Magic, you say? Can they conjure pink cake right into Haley's house? What about diamonds? Or maybe even a pony? No? Well, then what's the point in this magic. Boring...

Gunther once heard that people with a "special gift" are looking for incredible artifacts where no ordinary eye can see. Well, now the young Farmer has the opportunity to test this theory in practice, and don't forget to tell Gunther about it!

Sorry bud, but Shane can't be fooled by all this crap. No, don't show him the glowing energy from hands. And don't force objects to levitate in the air. The hell are you- stop lift him into the air with magic, no! Put Shane back down, for fuck's sake! Magic is not real!

"You can do a fire spell? For real? Can you demonstrate?" When the Farmer made a small fireball that emitted from their hand, Sebastian immediately held a cigarette to the little magic fire. "Thanks, I lost my lighter recently."

Tired Kent, having seen a demonstration of magic from the Farmer, simply turns around 180 degrees and goes home. First, the nightmares, and now also hallucinations in reality. He. Need. Fucking. Break.

Don't even think about playing pranks on Pam with these tricks, or she'll whip the Farmer so badly that no magic in the universe will soothe the burning pain in their ass! And she mean it, kiddo. Just don't.

Awesome! It's so awesome! Oh, can Farmer move in the air? How about moving things with their mind? Oh, can they move a slice of pizza in the air? Sam just wants to repeat that 'pizzakinesis' meme from the internet. Aww, c'mon, don't look at him like that, it will be fun!

The poor Farmer immediately regretted that they decided to tell Demetrius about their magical abilities. Because at first the scientist expressed incomprehension, and after the demonstration he took the young Farmer by the hand and almost forcibly led him to the laboratory "to study an incredible phenomenon!"

Robin was the one who quickly cooled her husband's ardor and told him that the Farmer was their friend, not a lab rat. The town carpenter doesn't care too much that the Farmer has some kind of power, because they're a good person. Besides, with neighbors such as Linus and members of the Adventurer's Guild, nothing will surprise Robin.

Speaking of neighbors, Linus will take news very calmly. He himself doesn't have magic in his blood, but he can feel the flows of someone else's energy. Will always support the Farmer if magic bothers them.

Marlon, as an adventurer who has seen an untold number of miracles in his life, will also calmly respond to the magical talent of a young member of his Guild. He will give the Farmer the opportunity to stay in his Guild if someone starts to annoy the Farmer because of their magic.

Gil will also not stand aside and cheer up the young adventurer if they lose heart, treat them to good whiskey (just a little bit) and give wise advice along with Marlon. Magic or not, one should not tease a person because of prejudice towards magic.

Maru, like Demetrius, will also be interested in studying this phenomenon, because she also believes that there is nothing that science could not explain. True, unlike her father, she will politely invite the Farmer to her home, not forcibly pull them along.

Heh, and Lewis was just thinking not to book a clown for the fair this year. Maybe after the show, the Farmer wants to show a couple of tricks for tourists? Don't worry, he'll pay them for their work. A? Real magic? Why yes, of course... magicians never tell their secrets, right? ;)

After many stories of his ol' Man, as well as some of the miracles that he himself found while sailing on the ship, Willy is no longer surprised about anything. If the Farmer wants, they can go fishing together on the beach and Willy will tell him stories about mermaids, miracles and magic.

Even though the Farmer has healing spells, Harvey asks them not to self-medicate. Funny tho, but he's not as surprised by Farmer's magic ("I've seen you do weirder things")

Magic? Oh, the Farmer wants to show her sons card tricks or something? Ok, Jodi doesn't mind, just please don't litter too much in the house, she just cleaned up recently.

Caroline will have mixed feelings about this. The last time she dealt with something magical was when she went to... Ah, no, never mind. As long as the Farmer doesn't harm anyone with their magic, Caroline doesn't mind.

Oh, you want to see real magic? Discounts up to 70% on almost all products at JojaMart, come and get it! (Morris doesn't give a damn about their magic as long as the Farmer buys seeds here and not from competitors).

Krobus knows that some people can wield arcane powers, like the same Wizard. Maybe if the Farmer talks about their abilities and human culture, then Krobus will share interesting facts about the Shadow people.

Elliott doesn't believe Farmer's words at first. "For me, a miracle is when I can untangle my hair without harming it." The Farmer is casting a spell in a language Elliott doesn't know, and now writer's hair is tangle-free, styled and braided. Ok, now Elliott believes in magic.

Oh yes, Emily has felt a strong flow of Farmer's energy since the day they moved to Stardew Valley. She wants to invite them to a crystal meditation sometime so that the Farmer opens their chakras and releases their energy. "Emily, this isn't exactly what-" Oh no, it's too late...

At first, Alex is surprised by this, but then quickly comes to his senses, trying to remain cool. "I really hope you don't use these tricks in sports, because only losers and weaklings will do this."

Sorry Farmer, but Clint is not going to buy gold ore and bars from them, as they themselves claim, "created with the help of magic." People already tried to deceive him like this in other cities. "Clint, this has more to do with alchemy than magic" "You get the point"

"Well, one more unusual neighbor for me," Marnie thought, finally understanding why the Farmer was never afraid to go to the wizard's tower despite her warnings about strange noises.

Leah is also not too surprised by the unusual neighbor. After all, the valley itself is a magical place, just like in fairy tales, so why be surprised by the same wizard or a young Farmer with their magic?

"Oooh! Please, show us some tricks, Mr./Mrs. Farmer! Please! Pretty please!" Now Jas and Vincent will not leave the poor Farmer until the evening.