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Headcanons for Malin(right) and Milton (left?)

Hey guys give me your LMK ocs and I'll give you a headcanon about them and their dynamic w zhao

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it''s been a while since iv'e done anything resembling a comic

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Hazbin Hotel x Mystery Skulls Animated crossover fanfic when?

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I said what I said

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Somewhat Equal to Heaven

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Try 2, but! Happy WSATW to those who celebrate the weekly holiday!

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When you have a sudden idea that will be really complex and hard to write, but ties a bunch of plot elements together and will overall benefit and uplift the story

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When you have a sudden idea that will be really complex and hard to write, but ties a bunch of plot elements together and will overall benefit and uplift the story

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What does the Mayor want ?

Malin sighs, leaning back in their chair "I don't know.. Gain our trust and eventually kill us all, I guess?" They open up the notebook sitting in front of them, turning to a fresh page "Though, I don't know why he'd wait. He's very powerful, and magic. I'm sure he could end the lot of us faster than we could blink."

Milton shudders at the thought, hands curling tighter around his mug "That guy weirds me out.."

Malin laughs, shaking their head "You said it.." they go quiet for a moment, letting the peace settle as they further consider their part time roommate "He's pretty helpful, though."

Milton snorts "He'd be even more helpful if he STOPPED STALKING US LIKE A WEIRDO!" he sends a pointed look behind him, where you can now see The Mayor peering through the partially opened door. He only chuckles, before walking away.

"He can just come in if he wants to listen to our conversations. He knows that, right? He's not even trying to be sneaky!" Milton huffs, and Malin cant help but laugh.

"Maybe he just likes it better that way.."

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"May i have this dance?"

Malin swerved out of the way, grabbing Milton’s outstretched hand and using their collective momentum to gracefully spin out of their opponent’s range.

The circle of bystanders fully enclosed them now, cheering loudly in support as they watched the performers go at it. Their opponents, a young human woman and a tall, fox person tore after them. They twirled and leaped around each other as the music reached it's crescendo, The energy they commanded now visible and rapidly heading towards Malin and Milton.

Milton took the lead, throwing Malin into the air with the next spin. Malin called upon their inner music and let loose a deafening bass drop as they landed, knocking the woman off of her feet and breaking the spell before it could reach them.

Malin jumped up and back, catching the melody and twisting it to their will as they allowed themselves to fall elegantly into Milton's arms. The fox person tried to hold his control by singing along, causing the music to stutter and strain under the two contesting powers, but Malin finally ripped it from him when the low dip Milton pulled them into elicited a gasp from the crowd.

The girl was up now, but Milton and Malin were loath to slow down. They danced towards the other pair, taking advantage of their disorganized scramble to push them flush with the edge of the circle.

Malin's heart sung with glee as the crowd hurried to part. They were about to ring out! Milton glanced towards Malin, sharing a victorious smile perhaps a bit too early.

The woman and the fox locked hands and pulled themselves together while singing, harmonizing with the music as it built up and up. Malin realized what was happening a tad too late, moving Milton behind them and blocking the brunt of the incoming harmonic wave with a raised arm, their inner music surging inside of them like a white hot fire.

The two flew back to the other side of the circle, landing just a step away from the boarder. The song kept going, Malin leaped to their feet, but Milton did not follow. They looked back to see him holding his mouth, a glowing blue liquid dribbling from his lips and staining his hands. “Milt!” Malin gasped, forgetting the fight and rushing to his side.

Their opponents strode towards them with cruel smiles, fully intending to finish them off. And they might have, if not for the figure suddenly blocking them from going any further.

White smoke pooled around them as Malin looked up, a mix of shock, horror, and slight relief in their voice as they gasped:

“Mayor!?”

He glanced back at them, that familiar placid smile on his face contrasting with the gleaming murder in his eyes. He turned back to their opponents, taking a showman's bow

“May I have this dance?

His voice made a sick feeling pool in Malin’s gut, while Milton could only shudder as more liquid seeped from his lips. The two of them were cold with fear; not for want of their safety, but out of concern for the poor unfortunates who saw fit to challenge them.

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Mk's apartment

To keep as a reference for myself (not counting Pigsy's Noodles place)

Outside:

The entrance to his place is in the back of Pigsy's Noodles.

Inside:

Little detail: Mk is upside down in this pic; his feet are on his pillow, and his head is where his feet were supposed to be. Wukong (the ladybug) is on his shelf.

On one side of his bed, we have a window. His kitchen is located on the other side of his bed. His bathroom is probably in the corridor of his tiny kitchen, alongside the door to the outside.

This is Mk coming out of a bath from said corridor, which kinda confirms to me that the bathroom is really in there.

His TV is located right in front of his bed.

Messy room in the Calabash episode

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Hey, just discovered your account and was wondering if you could tell me something about your lmk au's :)

Or is there a hashtag or master post I could use ?

I read something about your au, where the lmk characters are musicians and I thought it looked great!

Howdy and hello there! I'm happy to tell you about my AU.

“Ride or Die” is an alternate universe that takes place in modern times. I'm still deciding on whether or not to make everybody human, buuuut (until a certain point, somewhere around the 2nd or 3rd season) magic isn't super prominent (it still exists, it's just not powerful or noticeable enough for anyone to do crazy stuff with it like in cannon yet)

[Look at this post for a synopsis of the general vibes]

As noted in the aforementioned post, It starts off pretty normally. MK is a college student that lives with his adoptive father, Paul (Pigsy is his nickname), and his husband Tang (Tang is more of an uncle to him, he came along when MK was a lot older). He works part-time at his noodle shop and attends college with his longtime best friend Mei.

Sun Wukong is a world class dancer actor and singer that's about to retire, but wants to keep his legacy going. He hosts a big contest inviting anyone and everyone under the age of 25 to compete against one another in a tournament style talent show using any kind of performance art you can bring to the table.

MK is jazzed about the event, he wants to compete but doesn't actually think he'd win. He invites Mei to compete with him and she, being his ride or die bestie (roll credits), is all for it. She insists on starting a band, as she's been wanting to do so FOREVER, and Mk agrees. They don't really know how to start a band though. Mk remembers that Pigsy used to be crazy into the performance scene, so they ask him about it.

Pigsy explains that a performance can be anything, as long as people can watch it, and you put your soul into it [”Music is life, Life is music. Living is everything you make of it, and music is the same. It can be a guitar solo; but it's also the laugh of a friend when you tell them a joke you wrote, the satisfied sigh after you finish a painting, or the smile on a customer's face after a good bowl of soup.”

“Like that!” Mk shouts, slamming his fists on the counter as the light of an epiphany glimmers in his eyes “Lyrics! We need lyrics like that!”

Mei gasps, sliding up beside her friend with stars in her eyes “Pigsy! Can you write us lyrics!?”

Pigsy sighs, their antics pulling a small smile onto face “No,” their instant disappointment makes him chuckle, he heads over to the landline and starts dialing “But I do know someone who can.”

An hour later, the four of them are down at the harbour. Pigsy leads them down the dock and to a boat house, where he knocks on the door. From it emerges Sandy, a poet beyond his years.]

From there, Tang offers to organize everything, leaving Mk Mei and Sandy to come up with some performances. I picture them going through a lot of ideas, they put together a song, a play, an art show, and even consider doing an improv thing; but none of it really feels right to MK.

Red makes a menace of himself around this time. He meets MK at a music bar (picture a hipster coffee shop/club place with a bunch of different instruments laying around that people could play if they wanted) and finds out he's participating in the contest too, then starts picking on him. MK isn't really paying attention to his jabs, strumming along a guitar left near their booth.

[Mk’s curious strumming continues to draw a litany of sour notes from the instrument, curling Red’s lips into a harsher sneer.

“I mean- how can you expect to win the contest if you can't even play that guitar!?” the redhead is out of his seat now, looking half ready to rip it out of Mk's hands.

Mk smiles, not even pretending to listen as his brow creases with determination. He continues to fiddle with the instrument “Wait…” a couple strums, hey- wait.. that one sounded.. good?? “I think…” a few more. Was he.. ”I got it!” and testament to his words, the notes emitting from the strings finally smooth into something palatable. A warbling riff slides from his fingers, transforming into a silky bass line as he continued.

Red looked at him, jaw dropping to the floor. Twisted from sour notes and amature finger work, a new song was spun into existence before his very eyes. And it was good.]

Red is instantly intimidated by Mk's apparent musical prowess, and challenges him to an Art Fight to “crush his peasant spirit”. Mk struggles at first, trying to emulate other art fights he's seen and sing/dance his way to victory, but he thinks back to pigsy's words:

[The laugh of a friend when you tell them a joke you wrote, the satisfied sigh after you finish a painting, or the smile on a customer's face after a good bowl of soup]

He catches sight of his art bag, rushes for it, and starts throwing paint around. It's a whirlwind of EDM, dancing, and flying neon paint, but Mk manages to win. His inner music(magic) leaving behind a newly (and tastefully) repainted music bar.

Mk leaves a so so butt hurt Red behind to deal with the aftermath, brimming with a new inspiration.

MK gets back to the gang. Tells them that he loves music, but illustration is his real passion. He wants to enter, but he also wants to “be true to his art form”, and he doesn't know how to incorporate it into a stage performance. Mei proposes they do something experimental. I'm thinking something using holograms, motion capture technology, sick ass music, and a TON of paint. like a bunch of AMVs that link up to one another, but happening in real life. MK gets to do his illustration thing, Sandy gets to crush millions with his heartbreaking sonatas, and Mei gets to obliterate the dance floor and sing her heart out.

They win, and Wukong takes them in as his apprentices.

After “A Hero is Born” everything pretty much lines up with Cannon for the main squad and the smaller antagonists; but instead of fighting and monkey magic shenanigans, it's concerts and dance battles and E-Tuber shenanigans.

Things get really different around The Bone Zone (I love writing).

This worlds Lady Bone Demon, Laura Demona, went missing without a trace 9 years ago. Her child, Laudia Demona, going by Malin Meister in the present day, has been investigating her disappearance ever since they were old enough to leave the house unsupervised.

With the help of their platonic life partner and basically minion, Milton, they build an E-Tuber empire big enough to fund their quest. Some strong leads they gained, some time before “A Hero is Born”, trace back to Sun Wukong; who was not only present on the set their mother disappeared from, but famously one of her Bitter Rivals.

The two competed for a lot of shows and positions in their early days, settling into badmouthing each other on screen later on, and only mellowing out a handful of years before The Incident.

Sun Wukong's competition was Malin's chance to get close to him, but “The Monkie Kidz” were simply too good to beat. Malin wouldn't let this deter them, descending into a mad spiral of plotting and scheming. Their progress would only be interrupted by an unusually familiar looking eldritch stranger (The Mayor) dropping in, chasing them and Milton around the city, bullying his way into their homes and lives, and changing the course of their destiny for years to come.

The groups don't really converge until “Revenge of the Spider Queen”, or the “lunar New Year music deathmatch tournament” as we call it here.

Over the course of the first season Malin hatches a plan around the tournament, setting up a series of Rube Goldberg like events that will result in them meeting with Sun Wukong.

In the post I linked above, I confirmed that this would have ended in the downfall of Malin. These events would have pushed them firmly into villainy, and villains are always fated to loose.

The Mayor did not know this. When he told Malin what happened in his world, compared it to the events that have been occuring in theirs, and left them to connect the downfall of his lady to their future, he expected them to turn to him for help.

He made sure to demonstrate his magical and strategic prowess to them at every opportunity, to establish his presence as a sturdy and dangerous weapon to lean on. He felt echos of his Lady's power grow within them each day, to awaken it would be his pleasure. Crushing these mortal versions of their enemies would make a good warmup for his Meister, they would need much training before he dragged them back to his world. A concrete goal would do them nicely.

What he didn't expect was for them to call everything off and lock themselves in their plan closet for a solid week.

Malin, high on a rush of panic and inspiration, decided to spit into the eyes of fate. If this was happening in other universes, if other versions of their mother and products of her legacy were fighting and dying to these same people, if this was a pattern? They would do everything in their power to break it.

A week later they step out of their closet, coming upon the faces of a worried Milton and a confused Mayor, and stating their new approach with a will of iron and a voice of steel:

“We're going to make some new friends.”

And this marks the start of the “How to become a protagonist in 10 easy steps.” Arc

I kind of want to focus on the “Malin tries their best to be normal around new people” aspect of the story right now, so most of the work you see on this blog will probably be from season 2 and onwards.

I've got big plans for the magic in the future. Everything's going to be pretty modern and magic free up to a point, then the meteor will hit and plunge the world into a new age of magic and demons and tasty tasty chaos. I kind of want to link Laura's “death” to the meteor too. line it up with some multiverse shenanigans I wrote out.

I'm thinking about it in four slices.

The first slice is the “Canon compliant Zone”, that's the bit I just described.

The second slice will be “how to become a protagonist in 10 easy steps”, which is what I'm working on right now.

The third slice will be “The meteor fucks everything up, nobody is happy about this.”, which will be easier to write once I establish the first two slices.

And the fourth is “Multiverse bullshit”, which is when the real fun will begin.

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The Mayor was weird. A weird man, with a weird way of operating, and even weirder hobbies. While they toiled away in their office, Malin would often hear him moving around the house; murmuring things about "Off feeling arcane energies" and "His lady". He unsettled them on a level they could not articulate, but he was a fine enough roommate that it felt rude to comment on it.

He was very clean, and helpful. Malin never saw him lift even a broom, but since he had moved in the house was always eerily sterile. Not that it was dirty before, Malin's cleaning routine was borderline obsessive, but this? The floors shined constantly, the kitchen and bathrooms were spotless, Their decorations and collectibles were dust free, perfectly sorted, and displayed; even the furniture was free of all stains new and old. They felt like they were walking through a museum every time they left their room. They could only hope he would never touch their office.

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eventually y’all will see my god tier OTP art

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MK was an Interesting person.

Malin had spent the previous week drawing out a plan to ingratiate themselves with his group. The Mayor, as he requested they call him, had opened to them to a brand new avenue of thought; an avenue they had to admit to never before considering.

Friendship was a rarity for Malin; A rarity they never truly noticed in their day to day. After all, they had plenty of people to talk to and spend time with: Acquaintances, business partners, collaborators, other artists and content creators. Impersonal, platonic relationships that held them aloft in a manageable bubble of personal interest.

It's not like they were inclined to avoid social situations, or keep strangers at a distance. They quite enjoyed the company of other people, even sought it out often and openly. But true friendship? The type of bond they hoped to achieve with this endeavor? That was something they've only ever managed to find in Milton.

Their longtime ally and close companion was a notably special case. They had known each other since early childhood; And while the both of them didn't consider their bond to be in any way romantic or familial, neither of them could (or would) deny the trust they shared.

He took good care of them- socially, emotionally, financially- and Malin felt compelled to do the same; acting as his compass and using their skills and talents to grow his wealth and power. It was a give and take that ran deeper than mere favor. Their relationship was a different texture than that of a vlog squad, or an interesting conversation partner. It was something emotional. platonic, but intense. He meant something more.

To achieve a mutually sustaining, long lasting connection, Mk would have to mean something more. The Monkie Kids would have to mean something more. They needed to be close to get to Sun Wukong; And with force thoroughly removed from the table, the only option without risk was complete sincerity. And thus, the planning had begun.

Putting themselves on Mk's radar would be easy. It was simply a matter of memorizing his schedule and sporadically inserting Milton and themselves into his general area. To familiarize his subconscious with their likenesses would ensure that he remembered their faces after the first meeting.

Malin’s past experience and skill in establishing (business or otherwise) relations would ensure that the meeting itself would go smoothly. Pre-thought-out questions, answers, statements, and conversation extenders were easily customized to any and every possible situation, they even had a number of “Sorry for being weird” gifts ready for the worst case scenario.

They planned for everything. It was, after all, what they did best. Unfortunately- Or rather, very fortunately -Mk just seemed to have a way with derailing well though out plans.

Malin had finished their monthly product review earlier than expected, and was taking advantage of this newfound free time to indulge in their very private, very personal hobby: Model kits.

They've harboured a love for them for as long as they could remember. One of their mother's final gifts to them had been a model kit. It was a hasbro official limited edition transformable Unicron that had sold out months prior, the proud smile on her face as they jumped and shrieked for joy was one of their better memories of her.

The craft store they deemed worthy of their patronage was a medium sized, family owned spot just west of their college campus. They supplied all kinds of sets and materials, and the owners were happy to fill special orders and stock specific items upon request. Malin was salivating over a deluxe sized Lost Light set when they felt a light tap on their shoulder.

“Hey, uh. Excuse me, are you ‘Bone Meister’?”

They turned to the voice, ready to switch to their meet and greet persona, only to fall silent when they locked eyes with Mk himself.

He was wearing his standard outfit- one which appeared in nearly all of his pictures on social media -and a friendly smile on his face. One hand held a bundle of comics, and a basket full of art supplies occupied the other. Malin noted faint multi colored smears on the one holding the basket; the presence of paint pens and fine liners among the assortment inside told them that he’d spent a nominal amount of time in the pen testing isle before wandering over. He hadn't followed them in, then.

“Yes, that's me. Are you a fan?” Malin smiled, taking hold of the model kit they were looking at.

“Oh, no. Uh- Well- Not that I don't like your stuff, I mean-” he chuckled nervously “I uh, saw your performance at the lunar new year music deathmatch tournament two weeks ago. I don't know if you remember me, I- We performed too-”

Malin turned to face him better; displaying open interest with their body language, but keeping their face more aloof “Yes, I do remember you. ‘The Monkie Kids’, is that right?”

Mk’s smile lost a bit of the stress it held, relief etched into the subtle way his shoulders sagged “Yea, I'm the drummer.”

Malin was a bit surprised. They had considered the possibility of him remembering them from the competition, but it had seemed unlikely at the time. It was a big event, and there were a lot of contestants, so they didn't do much planning around this scenario. Luckily for them, Mk seemed just as interested in conversation as they were.

“It… Stings that I lost to you," Malin carefully admitted "But you guys were good.” They didn't even have to lie “Your sound is really something else, I might have to steal away your vocal coach."

Mk laughed “Yeah, well, yours was great too! I've never seen anyone dance like that before. You were like,” he made a flying gesture with his hand, turning Malin’s smile into something more genuine “The wind.”

Malin giggled, briefly surprised they didn't have to force it “Thank you. It was actually inspired by a mix of hip hop, ballet, and fighting forms shown in older material arts movies. I felt it would compliment the desperation and power in the lyrics while simultaneously tying them to the rhythm.”

“Yeah it did!” Mk perked up, balling up his fists and performing several showy air punches and wide kicks “It was so cool! The beat drop after the slow rise into the crescendo made my blood go crazy!” Malin watched, amused, as he did a jumping twirl and landed on one foot, singing out the part he was mentioning “And- and when you bought out that sythe???! Oh my gods! You were amazing! It was like I was actually in the scene!”

Observing the energy that filled him when just talking about their performance made Malin’s pride swell, the sweet nectar washing over them and carrying them out into sea.

“Your performance was nothing to sneeze at, either.” Malin pointed out “I would be lying if I said I wasn't moved myself. You guys really have a way with words.”

Mk looked positively ecstatic, his grin glimmering like sunlight itself. He stood straight, pulling out his phone and tapping on it a bit “We should totally colab! And hang out! Like, today. You hungry?”

As the pair walked out of the store clutching their purchased spoils, and later down the street with lunch in tow, they continued to talk until nightfall. Mk joked, Malin laughed; and in the fleeting moments after they went their separate ways, Malin couldn't help but wonder…

Malin gave him a grin of their own, taking the offered phone and entering in their number. Hook, line, and sinker.

‘That was so easy... Why hadn't I thought of doing this before?’

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mac tried to call wukong "cute" but that backfired lol

and then some cute kitties!!