#this was alot of fun to write

[roseytoesy]

Pssst! When you get a chance, do you have any Monster Doey headcannons? Because there are so many things you could do with him in that context pred wise. I know it happens within extreme circumstances and so far it’s Kevin, but what would happen if Matthew, Jack or all three were upset? Any other monster forms you have in mind as well? Just let the boys be selfish and greedy and protective and possessive as a TREAT

OOOOOOOooo! I honestly haven't thought of monster Doey as much due to it usually being a dangerous situation for all involved... But it is really cool to think about! Thanks for letting me ramble, and boy did I ramble.

I would try and draw this but unfortunately I don't have the time right now due to school, but I will add them once I get the time.

Realistically I think that the monster form was the first form Doey ever took, I mean 900 lbs. of dough and 3 young minds in a mess after being torn apart and put together would make something crazy. 

Kevin is usually the one to initiate transformation into monster mode

Mathew has only ever done it once after a cave in and he needed to be bigger to hold up the rocks and debris from crushing everyone. 

Jack doesn't like being the monster and has never wanted to transform.

As for monster shapes and stuff (if Jack ever wanted to for some reason) I have a few ideas to tell who's in control at that moment. And what forms they would choose if they had more control over it/ over time with practice. 

Kevin prefers the original shape, a mangled mass of dough, a huge head where he and his brothers are forced can see what's going on up front and center. 

But over time he morphs more to look like a large ferocious dragon. A longer maw, sharper longer teeth, clawed hands and feet, horns and a tail. The back hands looked more like bat wings with stretched out hands with webbing between the fingers. He can't actually fly but it's “sick as hell.”

Mathew would be next and he would try to make a softer form, something hopefully less intimidating but it's hard at that size. And without experience he can only hide some hands and close the doey mouth and have 3 eyes on the head rather than 3 heads out of the mouth. 

But over time he would try to look like a multi legged Chinese dragon, a symbol of peace and power in many stories and myths, long and sleek, the colors of the three swirling along the long slender body. Long whiskers and 3 eyes like before, yellow on his right, red center, and orange on his left. A tiny set of horns that keep his hat in place. 

Jack would take a few years of convincing to even take control of the larger form, the others helping support him as he doesn't really handle the body when stretching or forming. 

When Jack first takes over it's the usual monster form, very melted though and the back hands just kinda drag on the ground. 

After a few years of practice he found a comfortable form for himself, a unique mix of a bunny and jumping spider. Something to handle the arms and something cute! He likes loafing and dancing in this form.

Though with how you worded stuff if the boys were separate dough fellas and wanted to be monsters it would be:

Jack loves the idea of fairies! So he would give himself little wings. Though that's not much of a monster… maybe a simple slime. One of the ones that has a little angry face. But usually are pretty harmless.

Mathew would likely make himself a satyr, spreading laughter and care. But again not really a monster… so how about Frankenstein, the irony doesn't evade him either, but it's fitting since he is a monster but was more cordial than most of the humans in that story. 

Kevin would choose a minotaur! Something big and strong, yet isolated. Or maybe a really cool werewolf. 

And just because I do want to imagine the boys being protective and greedy. The deeper into the factory or into more feral areas the more protective they become,

Jack tries to have faith in you, but does hover close by at the ready to protect you or catch you should you fall. Noms may happen for protection but more likely he retreats back to let Kevin or Mathew handle it, unless you get hurt, then he will throw a stomping tantrum. Throwing whatever hurt you around until he calms down. Might nom you to soothe himself in that case.

While being greedy he would just be like a kid demanding attention, tugging on your pack or hands or even legs when he wants your attention, he will sulk if you ignore him. If he gets the idea to tuck you away you will be smothered in dough, cuddled and cooed at. He would just happily giggle as you shift around. Might try and sooth you if you try fighting while inside, just apologizing but saying that he just can't help it, and it keeps you safe! You can't blame him for trying to help. You wouldn't do that right? He would say with puppy eyes. 

Kevin becomes like a scary guard dog, and you better not do anything stupid or he will not hesitate to eat you. He tries to scout ahead since he knows that you are fairly capable. But still, as a being made of clay he can do a lot that you can’t, and will smugly open doors for you that you couldn’t. 

If he gets greedy for your attention you're in for a hell of a time, he will be very blunt with it and if you continue to ignore/upset him he will just eat you, squishing you into place and pushing you around and back should you try fighting or pushing out. You're HIS and he's making that clear now. Now sit still or maybe give him a nice belly rub and he’ll go easy on you. Lots of teasing and prodding at you to get reactions, your struggles are amusing and somewhat exhilarating for him. 

Mathew would keep a wary eye out for anything, doing his best to remember any safe places that you passed or might find up ahead with any info around. If there aren't any good hiding spaces he gets more and more worried about keeping you safe, and in those moments he will nom you to keep you safe if something bigger than both of you shows up. 

As for being greedy, it has to be a very very bad day for the poor kid. Where he just doesn’t care so much anymore. He would be more stone faced or even desperate, depending on the situation, and just snatch you up, a few swallows because he forgot about opening his stomach but also to allow himself the guilty pleasure of tasting you and eating you normally. He would apologize for being so snappish, but your presence helps him relax, its grounding. And he needs that right now.

[bluerosefox]

Fun House Mirror

Sooooo

You know that DPxDC Aus where Danny and Sam are the reincarnation of Thomas and Martha Wayne but like gender reverse (basicly Martha is now Danny, and Thomas is now Sam)

WHAT IF

In the DPverse they are and a deaged Dani (who destabilized again and they used Sam's DNA to save her) is that universes 'Bruce'.

What if during a Fenton experiment (nothing bad, it just went a little haywire when Danny was visiting his parents with Sam and Ellie), the three accidentally get sent to the DCverse (it spits them out maybe in Wayne Manor?! The Batcave?! The freaking alley they died in?!?!)

When they are found by either Batman or one of the birds they are taken aback just how similar the three look like a young Martha, Thomas, and Bruce!

[ganondoodle]

haha, oops

(uhm, ancient queen zelda and ganondorf backstory doodles- largely irrelevant to the totk rewrite since it would be purely implied in the environment and in a few lines of diary but it keeps spinning in my head so i had to make some doodles)

(want to make some doodles of it all falling apart too but i need to post these now- the summary is really just that the ancient queen and ganondorf were close friends (to lovers) in their youth until she has to marry a hyrulian knight, after which they barely see each other anymore and their relationship slowly turns sour as time passes (due to various reasons) and after her discovering the ruins the sonau protected speaking of an ancient evil she grows afraid of him and begins to enact a scheme to seal him away-)

(the doodle in the snow there is about the extra idea that ganondorfs first daughter is with her but since shes married to the knight at that point already it would be a scandal- so it is secretly brought to him to raise instead- its a .. kinda classical royal drama but i got attached to the idea bc it adds even more weight to their conflict and its escalation later... also a bit more .. human? like people and their relationships can be complicated and messy, it can make things more interesting .. but this is still all just a concept, havent decided to use it yet)

[spookyratking]

This is only if you could use ideas rn but you know how Gigi from Dandy's World is based on those gacha capsules? I think she probably tries to add chance to random stuff for fun like baking. So I thought it’d be cool if Gigi baked like a cake or pie with an enigma candy and excitedly watches it bake while cosmo and/or sprout watches concerningly

I was about to draw sprout and cosmos reaction to actually eating the cake but I remembered Im lazy so take this

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

hiii i love ur fics idk if ur requests are on rn but can u do a short drabble of the tiktok trend where the guy hasn't ask his gf to be his valentines day so she "put him on sale" as a joke ofc but she's like

BF FOR SALE ($3.50)

- amazing cook

-crusty feet

- will buy anything u want

any character is fine but i would love katsuki or shoto!!

LMFAOOOO this is for sure the funniest ask ive gotten yet😭😭😭 this is so cute !! and very long overdue I apologize writer block devil was rlly kickin my ass😞 valentines been over but yk i had to write this ! i was rlly hesitating between writing for shoto or katsuki and then i realized i could write for BOTH OF THEM!! and so i did ! i tried honoring your request as best i could, hope you like it <3 !

no pronouns mentioned, pure tooth rotting nasty fluff, use of petnames (my love for shoto and sweets, babe and idiot (lol) for katsuki), katsuki is an asshat but when isn’t he, shy katsuki, shoto is a bit of an airhead, kissing, biting, reader is petty asl lol, lemme know if i missed something else !

todoroki shoto ♥︎

“yn, my love.”

“yes, shoto ?”

the corners of shoto’s mouth pull into a tiny frown at the usage of his first name. no baby, no hun, not even sho. just shoto.

“did i do something to upset you ?” he asks carefully from his spot at the foot of your dorm bed he seems to be stuck at, he can’t bring himself to move until he knows if you’re actually mad at him, and he has an inkling you are.

you look up at him for no longer than a second then look back down at your phone screen “what makes you think that ?” you question back nonchalantly.

“you posted something on your tiktok account..” shoto doesn’t have a clue how to have this conversation with you and it makes him a little nervous, he regrets not going to izuku for advice after all.

“mhmmmm~” you hum, urging him to continue knowing damn well you know what he’s going to say. you wanted to hear him say it himself.

you know shoto’s had no previous relationships before you so these type of things probably don’t mean as much to him as they do to you, but doesn’t everyone want their boyfriends to ask them to be their valentine ? you sure do, and your boyfriend hadn’t asked you to be his yet, so as petty as you know you were being at the time you posted the tiktok he’s no doubt here for right now.

shoto feels like a criminal on trial desperately trying to plead his case with you being the judge. tentatively, he asks “ you said you were..putting me up for sale ?”

immediately it’s like a switch had been flipped. you place your phone down onto your bed next to you, shoto wishes he could take your phone’s place. you cross your leg over the other and bring your hands together like a super villain revealing their master plan “yes. yes i did.”

“oh.”

silence. nothing.

shoto tried—he’s trying. he’s trying so insanely hard to make sense of everything that is you but he simply can’t. he breaks eye contact to think of more to ask but his attention is quickly pulled back to you when he hears you whine.

“uuuuughhh shotoooo~” you moan, throwing your head back against the headboard. “you’re not supposed to say ‘oh’ !” you’re face changes from grumpy to deadpan as you lower your voice slightly to try and mimic him. on any other day this would’ve made him laugh but he’s beyond lost at this point. he clears his throat before speaking again.

“ i don’t know what i’m supposed to say—or what i did for you to want to sell me.” he thinks “and for 3 dollars at that.”

you let out a laugh when you process his words and shoto’s shoulders magically feel lighter at the sound. carefully, he slides a little closer to the side of your bed so he can stand at your bedside. little by little. you pretend you don't notice.

"it's what you deserve for not askin' me to be your valentine."

the secret’s finally out and you get to see how the cog wheels in his head are starting to turn in real time, it has you holding back a giggle when he looks up at you like a deer in headlights.

“is that..why you were mad ?” you nod, humming out a playful mhmm

“ya really hurt my feelings you know ? to think my own boyfriend wouldn’t ask me” you clench your fist over your heart and fake sob dramatically.

shoto huffs out a laugh, relieved to see you’re not actually mad, and goes to sit down on your bed. he tentatively reaches for your hand and squeezes it twice when you let him hold it. before bringing it up to his lips and placing a sweet little kiss to it. it feels as if pop rocks are going off inside of you.

“ i’m sorry for not asking you to be my valentine.” he apologizes, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing your hand “ i was thinking i should’ve, but i didn’t want you to think it was weird since we’re already dating.” his thumb goes to run over your fingers “ i was worried me being too intense would scare you off.” he mumbles.

your eyebrows furrow, you lean towards him to make him look at you “ you wouldn’t scare me off, who told you that ?”

“kaminari. he said ‘coming on too strong scares away the babes.’ ” shoto quotes

you sigh. of course it was that bigmouth portable charger filling his head with this stuff.

you pull your hand out of his grasp and he looks up to protest but you grab his face in your hands before he can say anything, you can practically see him start melting at the contact as he blinks at you slowly, he reminds you of a cat.

“sho” you purr, rubbing his cheeks “ rule number one is never ever listening to kaminari’s dating advice. most of the time it is very wrong.” you explain.

shoto presses his mouth to the palm of your hand “yeah, i’m starting to regret that now.” he speaks into it, you snort. he leans in closer to press a sweet kiss to your lips and you reciprocate, pressing a few more kisses on his lips for good measure “ i’m really sorry for not asking you.” he says in between pecks. you hum in response to him placing even more kisses all around your face. “s’okay. i’m also kinda sorry for putting you up for sale.” you say, running your fingers through his hair while he places kisses on your shoulder.

he lifts his head up to look at you then, an eyebrow raised with an amused expression on his face “kinda sorry ?” he asks.

you nod “mhm. kinda sorry.”

he chuckles to himself, then gets up so he can climb into bed next to you. when he’s positioned how he likes it, with his head in your lap while you comb through his hair with your fingers, he sighs peacefully “well, it wasn’t all bad. i’m glad you think i’m a good cook.”

“what about the crusty feet ?”

“i’m choosing to ignore that part.” shoto smirks lightly to himself when he hears you laugh at his joke, clearly proud of himself for it. “and i will buy you anything you want, to make it up to you.”

“i don’t need you to buy me anything, sho” you roll your eyes with a lovesick smile “ all you gotta do is ask.”

he blinks up at you, looks off the the side as if he’s deep in thought, and suddenly gets off your lap to sit right in front of you. you never think you’ll get over how pretty your boyfriend is and being reminded of it with how close he is to you makes you flustered. he leans in to kiss you passionately and you don’t know if it’s the love he pours into it or the lack of air that has you so dizzy, you don’t dwell on it.

when he pulls away he’s looking at you like you hung up the stars in the sky and he simply, almost shyly smiles at you and asks.

“ will you be my valentine ?”

bakugou katsuki ♥︎

you did not expect katsuki to come barging into your dorm room five minutes after you’d posted your tiktok. the loud sound of someone banging on your door and proceeding to let themselves in seconds later causes you to let out a squeak.

in comes katsuki, phone tightly clutched in his hand and the moment his eyes zeroed on you he’s like a bull charging at a red flag. he stands right in front of you, angry frown on display before he shoves his phone in your face.

“explain this. now.” he growls, you have to hold back a laugh, keeping your face as calm as possible you look between him, his screen then back at your phone.

“what’s confusing about it ? i thought i was being pretty straight forward.”

his eye twitches. “why the hell did you put me up for sale ?! and for three dollars and fifty fuckin’ cents ?!” he exclaims, you can’t help the snort that bursts out of you, though katsuki doesn’t look as amused as you are.

“explain.” he deadpans.

“i think you can figure it out.” you shrug back.

he mutters insults to himself that you can’t catch “well obviously fuckin’ not, cus I wouldn’t be askin’ you if i did.” you simply shrug and look back at your phone. “i wrote it in the caption.”

it takes him a second to process then he’s tapping his password and opening the clock app at super sonic speed. his eyebrows furrow and you see him tapping away at his phone. his eyes widen when he reads your caption and he looks down at you with a mix of desperation and disbelief.

“you’re mad cus I didn’t ask you to be my valentine ?” your bratty huff and turn to the side as you shrug again is all the answer he needs. he looks at you for about 5 seconds longer then sighs.

he sits down on your bed and keeps staring. katsuki bakugou hates a lot of things and one of those things is you ignoring him. a warm hand on your ankle startles you and you can’t even ask him what he’s doing before your being yanked towards him. you squeal, almost missing the smirk on his face or the huff of laughter at your reaction. almost though, so you glare at him. katsuki looms over you until your noses almost touch, then you turn away with a huff. he chuckles, pressing his lips to your neck.

“ yer such a baby, y’know that ?” he mumbles, smirking against you neck. you huff but make no effort to shrug him off “ no i’m not, jerk. is it so wrong for me to want my boyfriend to ask me to be his valentine’s ?” you grumble, trying to ignore the feel of his warm lips against your skin, it’s not working so well for you.

“s’not what i’m sayin, sweets” he nips at your earlobe “‘m sayin’ ya coulda just told me ‘stead of bein’ a baby about it.” you can’t tell if this is his way of trying to apologize. either way, you don’t want to give in just yet.

“i’m not supposed to tell you to ask me to be your valentine’s katsuki, that’s not the point~ !” you huff petulantly. you feel a but childish but, c’mon ! it’s a given to have your boyfriend as your valentine and it wouldn’t hurt your demon spawn of a boyfriend to be a little but romantic once in a while.

he playfully rolls his eyes at you “see, what’d i tell you? big baby.” leaning forward he nips at your nose making you groan and trying to push him away with your palm. katsuki being the powerhouse that he is, doesn’t budge. “ i didn’t think to ask ya cus you’re already mine. so why should i need to ask something that’s a given ?”

your heart beats faster at his words and katsuki takes his chance when he feels you loosing up more and more. suddenly he’s got your wrists in his grip, holding them above you and looking down at you with that sickeningly handsome smirk. you’re almost there, he can practically feel it.

“i—i’m..still mad at you” you stutter out weakly, your defenses are down.

“yeah ?” he taunts.

“yeah. apologize.”

he scoffs, rolling his eyes lightheartedly “why should i apologize ? you said my fuckin’ feet stink.”

“ ah, ah, ah.” you tut “don’t put words in my mouth, i said your feet were crusty.”

“yeah, thanks babe. that makes it so much better.” he sasses, you laugh “and i complimented you ! i said you were an amazing cook !”

“yeah but that ain’t a compliment, ‘ts a fact.” he says matter of factly, you’re eyes threaten to get stuck at the back of your skull with how hard you roll them and he snickers.

he dives in and steals a kiss, and then another one when you don’t stop him. when he pulls away to catch his breath, ready to steal another kiss you stop him by placing your hand on his chest. he looks down at you questioningly and you give him a raised brow in response. he groans.

“fine. m’sorry” he concedes quietly

“foooorrr ?” you urge.

he narrows his eyes at you as if saying “don’t push it” but swallows his words down “ for not askin’ you to be my valentine’s or whatever the fuck” he shoves his now hot face into your neck and mumbles “now quit bein’ all pissed at me.”

you’re happy enough with that, so you wrap your arms around his neck, one of your hands creeping up his nape and into his hair. he sighs contentedly, clearly enjoying the attention you’re giving him.

“thank you. i’m also sorry for saying you have crusty feet.” hearing him scoff at the accusation makes you giggle “and for putting you up for sale.” he hums, happy with your apology.

“..kinda.”

“oi.” he warns. you giggle in response continuing your ministrations in his hair.

“you still haven’t asked me so..” you trail off. he lifts his head up to look at you with a blond eyebrow raised.

“ does this valentine shit really matter that much to you ?” he asks.

you respond immediately “yes.” nodding aggressively to make your point.

he sighs, shaking his head. he looks at you, then looks off to the side in embarrassment, he can be so cute when he wants to be. steeling his nerves he looks you straight in the eyes. fearless with fierce red cheeks and all.

“b-be my valentine, idiot..”

[poposusz]

I did a thing. It has a companion fic as well.

[liauditore]

Equally Invalid

[asexualjedi]

Still so iconic of Matt fraction to start his run like anyways off screen Clint and Kate who have met a few times before this run have become besties and are fundamentally now intertwined characters. Like and that’s just canon now. I think more comic writers should be willing to kinda just decide a new status quo like that especially with characters that have been under utilized

[hollownest-whore]

Started as a small doodle, turned into a Godswar drawing. Elder son Cullmun questions his mother's intentions

[asaltysquid]

Well. I stand before you -checks notes- 5k words into a raised at St. Agnes with Matt, and now a priest Dex fic.

And ya wanna know what's fucked up.

4k of that is not the first chapter.

I need my ADHD to lock the fuck in and not be hyper focused on Father Lantom POV.

Father Lantom POV btw is just:

Wow those two sure are autistic.

[dreamyblanket]

Here is allllll the canon and non cannon thoughts I have about Caramel arrow put into a neat little post ^^

Also, thanky @speadrunner for prompting me this was high quality enrichment for me brain.

Allright!

To start we're only going on cannon stuff and there's actually alot to work with compared to the usual bg character im obsessed with! We have the main story and beast yeast. [last cookie standing too if you consider that cannon. I personally don't]

🔲 Canon 🔳

🤎She's very passionate.

We've seen how heated she gets when defending herself or just talking about other people she likes even if it gets her in trouble at times.

🤎 she's very loyal

Her loyalty to the dark cacao kingdom and dc himself is stated many times. I don't think I need to defend that ^^u but there's also her loyalty to her comrades! It's shown really well in the scene with the alter of the fallen where she takes time to light an incense for them before heading to the citadel.

🤎she works extremely hard

I would say she overworked herself but we've really only really seen her in stressful times tbh. [Other than in the cookie kingdom too]

Buuuutt! We also know that during her banishment she made her own arrows, gave her rations to the villages near by, traveled between them, was implied to be protecting them I'm pretty sure, oh! and was hunting for herself [and probably the villages] during her banishment which was around 4 weeks or so [based her saying "a moon has passed"] so she's no stranger to working hard! [Becoming first watcher also is a big achievement so add that to our list!]

🤎she's close to dc and knew dark choco

For her being close to dark cacao, it's implied in the first story but really comes out in beast yeast.

1] She can read his fighting style from the scene where they are lost in the fog

2] She quickly clocked that he was uneasy about something when his sword was acting up.

Not to mention the end scene where he held hers and crunchy chips hands [that was so sweet ;.;] he clearly cares about them just as much.

Now with being close to dark choco! They have dialoge in the kingdom where they talk about training together again and she says she knew him when he was a general in the citadel. So yea ^^

🤎oh! and obviously Boba is her favorite drink. It's literally in her ideal animation and often shown in official art of her.

Fun fact! Her name isn't actually Caramel arrow in other translations! It's brown sugar ^^ but I like Caramel arrow more tbh it fits her design better.

🔳less cannon but I have circumstantial evidence 🤓 🔲

🤎she uses work to avoid her emotions

I know the opening scene with her saying "no more tears" can absolutely be taken as "i have work to do, we can cry later" but the fact she starts listing all the stuff she has to do after helps my case.

She also tends to stay relatively calm in comparison to others during stressful times which can also be interpreted as her working hard to avoid her feelings.

🤎she's not someone who holds grudges often

Ok so, obviously affogato is a whole other story. I think you would also hold a grudge if that happend to you but she doesn't give any "on sight" energy to dark choco, infact she wanted to spend time with him again in their kingdom dialoge.

She hasn't really shown that much anger toward anyone other than affogato tbh.

🤎 her and crunchy chip have a sibling relationship

You can obviously say they just banter or "are friends" but as a person with siblings, those two are siblings.

🔲Head cannons 🔳

Cannon has left to go buy milk and wont be coming back ^^

🤎she likes to do wood carving ^^ on long nights it's something readily available to keep her busy

🤎she has alot of scars on her hands and legs just from exsploreing, fighting, and crunchy chip being a fucking menace.

🤎she's got a pretty stong stomach and started to eat deer crackers during her banishment I elaborate in the tags about this here ->[https://www.tumblr.com/dreamyblanket/778323584757137408/sorry-guys-wafer-on-the-brain-its-terminal-uu?source=share] [note, I dont recommend eating them yourself have a little nibble if your so inclined but you will probably give yourself a stomach ache if you do]

🤎she has a hard time accepting anything beyond familial love [yes, I am talking about this in relation to wafer]

🤎she's really good at hands on learning but as soon as a book is infront of her she checks out, please for the love of witches don't tell her to write anything other than a work report she will hate it.

🤎on that note! she's good at visual maths but not written math. Her skills are mostly practical. [Again, please don't giver her a math test she will cry.]

🤎has tried dog treats before, mostly because crunchy chip eats them [assume they all eat weird stuff ok?] She thought they were ok.

🤎has never left the dark cacao kingdom and has no desire to other than for work, it's her home she knows it inside and out.

🤎because she has deer crackers on her 24/7 the wild deer know her usual walking routes.

🤎doesn't like fizzy drinks or sour things.

🤎fucking loves sweet drinks, her order at Starbucks would make most people sick. [Whatever your thinking go sweeter.]

🤎also! big fan of cool rocks, one time she accidentally cracked a geode and picked up a book about rocks willingly for the first time in her life! She promptly put it down after learning about geodes but still impressive for her!

🤎her and affogato have never got along so during the time he was working his way into the advisory position she was his #1 opp

Yayyayayyyyy 🎊 🎊 🎊 you made it to the end!!

I hope this is readable, I went over it 3 times but if anything is weird please do tell me^^

Anywho, this is the end for now >:] I plan on updating this with her like, childhood and relationship with wafer soon but that's going to be a separate post because this is allready freakishly long and that's like 2x long ///^^u///

Uh, I like her a normal amount.

[astraioskosmos]

I've been thinking about Worms recently, specifically the implied fact that before being Worms they were part of the Carapace Cross. If that is truly the case then it raises some thoughts from me.

The Worms are born in Nowhere, devouring and breeding in the corpses of dead Hours like maggots- insatiable little things writhing in the crooks and corners of the Wake, always seeking more like a moth to a flame or a hedonist to pleasure. But, did they really have a choice to not become Worms? The Carapace Cross passed within or fled, but what of those that could not?

Nowhere is where the dead eventually fall to if they do not find their way through the Woods, and we see that goes for all the dead, mortal or not. I assume then that any Cross that died, before the Lithomachy and after, would go there as well. It's also said in the book "How They Endured" that they fled "into the bounds" and that could mean a number of things; like places that exist yet do not at the bounds of the world, but what if that also meant through the "bounds" of reality, in the thinnest parts of the Wake? They could not go to the Mansus, therefor what other choice does that leave them but Nowhere? What if those were the start of the Relict-Kind?

Now, if they did cross the bound to Nowhere as they fled, imagine yourself in their situation. The new gods have eaten the new and you are in exile, forced to forever flee and hide from those new masters but the only place you found to flee in is a place of darkness and death where the corpses of all that was living now lay at your feet-- including your dead Gods. How would you survive? The dead are dead, but you are living and your body still has its needs and hunger is a cruel thing. A cruel, painful thing that in the worst circumstances could force your hand and drive you mad from the ache in your stomach and your primal need for survival.

And so, you start to eat the corpses of various now-dead things with despair and mild disgust. You and your kin use your savor secrets to adapt to your new environment, but never do you touch the corpses of your old Gods. Yet.

Yet, because what when all other options are exhausted? Hunger is a tricky thing, but so is faith. They might be dead but they are as dead as any immortal being could be, and we all know of winter and hushery, of dead things not quite dead. Besides, do the gods from stone still not influence our world still? Is the sun not prophetized to come back despite its corpse rotting away? What does death mean to a God? And so for a long time in this dreary place, you feel hope. Perhaps, perhaps there is a way to still commune with your Gods. Perhaps there is still a way for them to live, within you.

You climb into their body and cautiously start to eat, you use your knowledge of savor secrets as you chew and you tell yourself "they will live on as we did, they will pass on within us as some of us did, they will endure." and you tell yourself "what is death to a God? Is the old not meant to feed the new? They cannot refuse, and we are so hungry." but therein lies a problem the Cross hadn't expected, for they hyberdized with the savor secrets but what they were consuming was something that was never meant to be consumed at all.

The hunger then did not fade, it only increased. It is said that one of the reasons for the Crime of the Sky to be forbidden was because of the hypothetical of what could happen if something as powerful as an Hour would become so insatiable? Only other Hours would be able to stop them, but even then, could they? Hunger does not care about the semantics, it only wants to be fed. The same goes for this new kind of Cross, forever growing hungrier, now forever changed by a savor they would find nowhere else. Yes, one big powerful and starving menace sounds terrifying, but what of dozens of thousands of starving ones? They might not have power, but they have numbers.

So, so many numbers that only worsened with the Intercalate. And now, a new God to feast upon. A new hunger to be revealed. A new corpse to breed in.

We do not know if Worms still possess sentience, something above the base primal instincts of a beast, and if they do not then where did it stop? At the devouring of the Stones? Did the hunger strip them of the ability of conscious thought, forced to now roam and writhe in never ending starvation? Would they regain all of their mental faculties if something in this universe were to satiate them? The Worms are mentioned hundreds of year before the Intercalate, so it couldn't have happened after. But what if they still possess sentience? What if, then, forced to live in Nowhere they slither in parts where the Wake is the thinnest not only to feed but in anger? In revenge? In jealousy?

The Cross may have passed within, but that does not make a human a Cross unless they awaken it. The Cross may have passed within, but that does not stop humans from worshipping the Hours that have killed the Stones-- that have killed the Cross-turned-Worms former masters, that forced them into this situation in the first place. Would anger not be understandable? Would the urge to devour them not be justified, hunger put aside? In the one history where the Worms won the War and took over Vienna some remaining humans started worshipping them, some started being controlled by them, some both. What better revenge than for the kind worshipping those cruel Hours and that caused them to ascend in the first place to worship Worms instead? How much more satisfying this victory as the Stones live on in the savor secrets and the hybridization of generations? Surely they must be pleased, right? Why wouldn't they?

(they do not know, cannot even fathom, that if the Stones were brought back to life or power in any way, it would be at the hands of a human and mortal librarian. They could not understand that if that were to be, the Stones would favor the humans and the Cross within but never the Worms for they are now a writhing menace of hunger unable to be reasoned with, unable to worship, unable of higher thought and speech. What ironic tragedy it is that even in the best of the world, in the best of circumstances, they will forever remain a pest to be extinguished?

They are now forever doomed to hunger, doomed to destruction, doomed to be hunted to extermination by every living thing aside from them, mortal and immortal, human and God, old and new. Such is the life of a Worm, such is the legacy of the Relict-Kind.)

[stitchwraith-stingers]

in honor of the new year heres all the hazel-centric fics i could find bcuz its a desert out there u should definatly read them btw

link 1 - link 2 - link 3 - link 4 - link 5 - link 6

[youmaycallmeyourhighness]

What if mirabel gets a gift that is connected to demeter Gia and persephone? Basically, since the candle and Casita like her more, they gave her something like that. I know that Isabella has a gift like that, but the magic isn't happy that she was just not growing anything else.

Bahahahahaha! AHAHAHAHA! That's hilarious.

Isabela; minding her business, growing flowers, doing her thing.

The Miracle; actually, you know what, screw you. specifically. just cuz.

Or at least that's how she'll see it. Imagine for a moment , that you're Isabela. You're doing your best at your role, being the golden child, setting the example. Always pretty, always graceful, always perfect. Never a hair out of place. And lately, your annoying little sister is even more aggravating then usual. Probably because the town is in trouble.

The crops that feed the town are failing. Tía Pepa is out all day, doing her best but it's not just the weather, it's the soil, and the water from the river and a bunch of other things Isabela doesn't understand. People are talking about going on rations, there's not enough to feed the town much less sell to the outside. If the crops fail, the village fails, and if the village fails, people will turn on the family. At least that's what Abuela says.

The family must be strong, and unshakable, now more than ever you must present well. You must help in anyway you can, be the example, be perfect. It feels useless. People are hungry and you can't help them, your gift only a distraction from the troubles. The family meals start to go thin, everyone's patience even thinner.

And then, a door appears. You think it must be for Antonio, but he's too young and his has been there since he was born, a faint outline growing in the wall. This one is bright and glowing and ready.

It's for her.

The family is tense and quiet, with whispered discussions and wary glances. You can only think of how much worse it will be when she fails again. Mirabel, shaking head to toe, touches the doorknob, and the bright glow forms into an image of her, with an apple cupped in her hands.

The room is enormous, rows and rows of berry patches and corn stalks and lettuce heads and barley. In the center of it all is an apple tree, large and heavy with fruit. There's a patch of plump, bright red strawberries next to you, you pluck one and bite into it. It's one of the best strawberries you've ever had. Wouldn't you be infuriated?

Their powers are similar but the divide is clear; Isabela makes flowers, Mirabel makes food.

No matter how hard Isabela tries she can not push her blossoms past their flowering, no plant she makes can bear fruit. And no matter how hard Mirabel tries, she can not restrain her sprouts and freeze their blooming, her plants must produce.

Isabela is beautiful and has perfect manners. Mirabel is charismatic and thoughtful.

Isabela is always preferred but Mirabel is always needed.

(something something about how Isabela can't make things of substance and is trapped in a box and how Mirabel can't just do something, it must also be of use or it doesn't count something something)

Mirabel's life turns on its head so fast it probably makes her dizzy. All of a sudden people are very happy to see her and quick to include her. She walks through the fields with Pepa and together with the farmers they restore the crops. From that other Madrigal to town hero in like a week.

She can make a wide variety of high-quality and expensive fruits and vegetables, livening up the dinner table and stimulating the economy. She'd probably try to make those edited grapes. Her golden earrings would be apples but you know Mirabel would wear all kinds of food earrings

Of course, Mirabel would want to do more, and would strive to become the apple (pun intended) of Alma's eye. She makes her own spices and gifts them to people in homemade jars, as well as jams and jellies. This gift would probably bring her closer to Julieta as well and she'd be all over the kitchen, learning to cook and bake, she's quite known for her fruit pies and always has some new recipe or exotic fruit for the family to try.

I think, despite apple being her symbol, Mirabel really likes orange blossoms and is a bit sad she can't grow them. She wishes she could see butterflies and other pollinators around her, so she grows them from scratch in the corner of her room. If she uses her powers at all they lose their petals and sprout oranges, and she's not dumb enough to ask Isabela, their relationship as complicated as it is.

[feralwetcat]

PERSONALLY i think it would be cool if there was a pd au where Ashe haunted the rest of the pds dreams during s2 at first appearing in the background like in streets or something but over time slowly becoming more and more prominent until he seemed to always be right there watching them and reminding them

[sun-e-chips]

Idk if you've been asked this yet but if you haven't...

does the water park have underground tunnels? Like Disney level underground? Or not? because I know Disneyland uses them to allow cast members to get to their areas without being seen in clashing ones to "preserve the magic" and all that fun stuff (apparently they are longggg walks)

i was just curious if the park had them, and if so would underground races (literally) occur?

Hello hiiiiii @buzzybee3 !!!!!

Interestingly enough in a way the waterpark DOES have underground tunnels but not quite like what Disney has. It’s a water drainage system for all the slides and pools. This way if any “incidents” happen everything can be properly drained and sanitized, and the boys figured out a way to run a water reserve for these exact instances so the watery attraction can be up and running in no time. But everything is still regularly filtered and sanitized regardless, the reserve is just for emergencies. Nothing really for the boys to traverse the park in.

Walking around Sun, Moon and the Tikis freely roam the park as they please so in a way their always in character, but still fairly genuine. (no need for backstage paths) You bringing up cast members made me really want to dive into what life is like for the boys around WB:D

Im trying to think how best to describe Sun and Moon and their work vs leisure time around the park and resort … hmmmm

Though Sun and Moon co-own Waterspark Bay and split up the work, they do favor particular roles.

Sun: More of the financial and legal responsibilities, he handles the business side of running WB. (its all self taught, this stuff is very fun and interesting to him, which is great because it eats up a lot of his free time after park hours). Sun also makes a lot of the big decisions for the park, one example being the major reconstruction/renovations made to Waterspark Bay.

Moon: Very similar to a manager, he manages his team (the tikis) and schedules, the leader in the day to day operational decisions. Most things are reported to him (Moon is the behind the scenes leader, he does a lot of multitasking with meeting guest and park needs throughout the day) My boy is a stickler for safety and rules but having said that he knows how to break them. (What a hypocrite)

(Typing this I’m just now realizing the irony of Suns heavy working hours being at night while Moons is during the day… wow)

The Tikis fill the role of the employees; guest services, cleaning, maintenance, security, all the staff needed to fill those other roles in running a themepark and resort .

The boys still do a lot of guest interactions throughout the day though because they love it! This is where they started, this is the heart of everything they do, connecting with people and making their vacation as magical as possible. It’s the best way to find out what needs improving and to catch issues in need of quick fixes. They want to make that connection with you because it matters to them that you are enjoying yourself and making great memories.

As far as they’re concerned the money that comes from the park is money that goes into bringing a smile to your face!

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Ok leisure

The boys do follow a schedule, but for the most part they walk around throughout the day wherever they feel they’re needed. They have the luxury to take a break whenever because they are comfortable and confident in the routine they built and if needed Sun and Moon could take an entire day off because the Tikis get the drill. (Moon would probably still be peeking at Tiki updates because he just can’t help it)

Yes even if they were on a break guests will still approach them wanting to talk, ask questions or take photos but they don’t mind they’re always happy to interact. (If the boys really wanted a break they know how to get it, empty resort rooms, in-between closed dinning hours, low guest traffic times, staff/maintenance areas etc.) but I would say they do most of the approaching to guests, people walk up to them maybe around 15 times a day which isn’t a lot. And guests typically don’t approach if Sun or Moon are currently talking to someone. *wink *wink

(Thank you so much for your questions and letting me ramble haha)