#more Headcanons will be added later or subject to change

[sakura-code]

💙🚬Yakou Furio🚬💙

Yakou was an orphaned child after his parents died when he was a teen

Yakou is an expert in retro games, but struggles with new games (and even freak out with some of today’s game models)

He is the type of detective to unfortunately fall for red herrings sometimes

He is a confirmed Gemini

He picked up a few science terms and knowledge thanks to his wife, but still gets them mixed up or hard to know what they are or how they work

He is good at engineering through taking care of his submarine and his desire to make an interesting detective base

He loves to read detective novels in his spare time

His sexuality is Bisexual

His favorite flavor are savory (on account he does love his meat buns)

After learning the truth about meat buns, though, he goes vegan for a while and is afraid to eat any meat buns again

He does not have much of a sweet tooth like his detectives

He has a soft spot for orphans, especially young adults on account of how he relates to their pain and struggle

He started smoking as a teen due to the stress of being a street orphan, and became more frequent after the Peacekeepers and Amaterasu grew in power

He owns a retro game console that he and his detectives would play on sometimes

He is a complete night owl

He likes to keep his area messy sometimes and doesn’t work best in a super clean, organized environment

He prefers the nighttime and loves to do stargazing

Sometimes, when he has the money, he would go to the planetarium to relive watching the sky after the never ending rain came in

He actually knows many people on the streets, specifically in Kamasaki District, but now only reaches out to them when he needs help and vice versa since his wife’s death and especially the isolation

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

The Current event makes me smile since it kind of confirms a headcanon I had that the Great Seven have animated movies based on them. Makes me wonder about the plot of the movies

Disney should get on the Twisted Wonderland AU Animated Remakes. What is Ursula was a good witch, what if Scar was right to take the throne and did he take it from Mufasa? (Or whoever is the stand in for him)

The Evil/Beautiful Queen...actually GOOD?

Yeah, it makes sense! Since the Great Seven are historical figures and the stuff of legends, surely there would be popular media made in their image. It’s like how the Disney fairy tales borrow from stories in the public domain or how there are historical retellings and reinventions (Hamilton, anyone?).

I believe TWST has mentioned films based on their own stories and history before too, but purely in the animated sense rather than live action. In book 3, Ace and one of the Atlantica Museum guards talk about an animated movie based on the tale of the mermaid princess and her prince; this movie is said to have come out ~30 years ago, which corresponds with Disney’s animated The Little Mermaid. Ace compliments the movie’s soundtrack too way to stroke your own ego, Disney/j.

Later on in Tapis Rouge, the characters discuss other films based on the Great Seven, including one Queen of Hearts movie. A Sea Witch movie is also mentioned; in it, she “goes gigantic” and also sings as she brews potions. The Octatrio quite enjoy this particular film.

(Side note: Another anon once suggested to me that people probably also write fanfics of Neige and Vil since they’re celebrities… Think like “My mom sold me to One Direction?!” Wattpad kinds of fics, but replace One Direction with Vil or something. You can read those post here!)

It’s… interesting this event specifically has Vil promoting a live action adaption of an in-universe animated film about the Beautiful Queen—an animated film which was the first full-color animated movie AND it originally released close to 90 years ago. They also reference the funding issues that Disney suffered while producing Snow White + inviting bank employees in to preview the movie to acquire more investments, stating that the studio that made the animated Beautiful Queen experienced the same. The in-game live action is even slated to come out “NEXT YEAR”. They’re not being subtle here with TWST’s references to their own version of the irl Disney Snow White (the live action is coming out in 2025, the OG is also almost 90 years old, etc.). I wonder if the EN server will actually get Tapis Rouge around the time of the irl release of Disney’s live action Snow White as part of a promotional campaign? 😂

UPDATE: There are even more not-so-subtle references to Disney animations in part 4 of the event, including discussion of cel animation, rotoscoping, adding blush to the characters, and how Disney brought in real animals/observed the “real thing” to help with animating similar scenes or subjects. They also cheekily say that most animation nowadays is CG 💀

I know some books under Disney publishing try to show alternate tellings or show the villains in a more sympathetic light, but I don’t know that they would ever commit to fully animating a film like that. It definitely would not happen in the style of traditional animation, Disney no longer seems well-equipped to handle that task 😔 I feel like it would also be pretty niche or might not get overwhelming positive reception with recent audience calls for “true bad guys” instead of twist or sympathetic villains (though I’m not sure what percentage of people watching Disney actually have this opinion).

I do wonder how those “AU” films would work though…? It wouldn’t be as simple as suddenly turning the G7 into “good guys”. The scenario and other characters would also have to drastically change. TWST doesn’t necessarily make the original “good guys” “bad” in a world where the villains are historical figures; we still hear plenty of positive or neutral stories about the achievements of the mermaid princess and other Disney heroes.

There are also times when the same story diverges into multiple separate stories that seemingly have no connection to one another. For example, there is a story where a princess marries a street rat (clearly referencing Aladdin) and they live happily ever after in spite of the difference in their social statuses. However, there simultaneously exists a story in which the Sorcerer of the Sands saves a princess from being deceived by a fake prince (also referencing Aladdin). The same goes for the mermaid princess (Ariel)—there is both a story referring to a “mermaid princess” who married a human prince and also a different story (clearly still pulled from the same film) about a mermaid who made a deal with the Sea Witch to find true love but broke her contract in the end.

Very cool idea, just not sure where it would lead or it it’s feasible or worth it monetarily for Disney.

[siphoklansan]

300 Followers Milestone Celebration🎉

Introducing…

꧁𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐤𝗼𝐫𝐧𝗺𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚꧂

อนันต์ อัฏฐกรเมธา

“A young man from a fallen kingdom, his name strikes fear into many hearts.”

Height : 186 cm.

Birthday : October 8th

Age: 18

Homeland : East of Scalding Sands

Best Subject : Astrology

Club: Magical Shift club

Talents: Knowledgeable in astrology and fortune telling, Skilled with archery

Hobby: Crochet, Weaving silk

Likes: Animals, chrysanthemum tea, supernaturals

Dislikes: Misunderstandings

Favorite Food: Street Food

Least Favorite food: pomegranates

꧁𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 & 𝐀𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬꧂

"𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞" The ability to reverse a person’s (or multiple) movements and objects’ movement/form. The length of how far back he can reverse is unknown, but he usually only goes back to 10 seconds. The longer he reverses, the more stamina it takes.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧 : Warriors are adorned with talisman (tattoos) , giving wearers resistance to black magic and blot. And also some resistance to normal physical damage (ex. a normal blade, a bullet)

𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 : Anan is from a blood line directly from The King of Yakshas. He has an enormous amount of mana, making him a very powerful mage both in magical and physical terms.

꧁𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐀𝐛𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐧꧂

His last name : “Atthakornmetha” means a philosopher with skills as if they posses eight arms. Strange, right?

Anan is inspired by a character from a literature called Ramakien (รามเกียรต์). It is a Thai version of Ramayana (just in case this rings a bell to anyone). The character Anan is inspired by is….*drumroll please!* Thotsakan! Bro is the antagonist of the story and has TWENTY ARMS AND TEN FACES…WHAT-

Thotsakan has the ability to remove his heart. He stores it in a box far away from him, so he’s technically immortal. But if he’s near the box, the heart returns to him so he’s not immortal anymore. I initially planned this to be Anan’s Unique Magic, but man, it’s too op like😭 Bro can rival Malleus and I don’t want to make a very OP character. Weaknesses are good!

Adding on to the previous paragraph, the information about Thotsakan’s ability will have something to do with his backstory…stay tuned >:-)

My best friend helped me design Anan. She’s amazing at art and very creative too!

My sister also helped me with some headcanons for him AND his unique magic!<3

I have a lot to work on with Anan, at first, his personality is similar to Malleus. It was difficult to put my finger on something unique for him.

Screaming crying throwing up on whether or not I should create a new dorm for my OCs or shove them into one of the seven dorms. Thing is I already designed a unique dorm uniform for them </3 so for now, Anan will be wearing an orange vest. I’ll edit this post later if I changed my mind!

꧁𝐀𝐛𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐧꧂

Anan really likes animals, especially small and cute ones like rabbits and hamsters. But animals occasionally run away from him. They’re scared of my boi :(

Anan is the type of friend to always look out for you. When you bend down near a table, his hand will cover the edge of the table so you don’t get hurt. Bro always saves a seat for you during lunch time. Bro remembers your birthday too.

He…has an RBF. He’s very friendly, but he just looks intimidating/angry all the time.

He’s also the type to carry a small pouch around with essential items inside. Your lips are chapped? Say no more, he got chu. Need some mints? Here you go, m’lord/lady. Your nails are dirty? Here’s a nail clipper-

Anan is not afraid to show affection. He will show you that he cares, public or private. He’s always there if you need something, and not in a suffocating way either. Despite his intimidating aura (and looks) if you manage (somehow) to relax and let your guard down, he doesn’t seem so intimidating anymore. And it’s quite relaxing.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 300+ FOLLOWERS💗 I’m so happy I get to share my art on tumblr, in a wonderful community and have people enjoying my silly little art! I’d love to interact with everybody so don’t be shy to ask some questions or barge into my askbox! Thank you again~

Lmk if you have any questions or headcanons about Anan, I’d love to hear them🫶

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[mirdance]

For the DH characters we can request, can we get a dottore, pantalone, Tartaglia, and kaeya for it? (Feel free to make those boys as feral as possible)

NSFW headcanons. Darkish content. Dottore is an Unhealthy Relationship and tag in itself.

Dottore

Dottore is not a desperate man pining for sexual intercourse. (So he tells himself. He is too busy hyperfocusing on more important matters.) He would never find himsf desperately clinging to you and humping you for sexual satisfaction. (And if he were to, how would you know his desperation? His cool demeanor would make you none the wiser.)

But that does not stop him from using your body to learn the intricacies of human reactions. Every person he meets is another perspective and wisdom added to his mental library.

He will have you in his lap, dragging your groin across his to see if it will make you orgasm. His knee. His thigh. He might tie you up and make you run yourself over a bench until you are overstimulated.

If he is struggling with an erection, he will simply turn it all around on you to make you look desperate. Don't mind him when he wraps his arms from behind and slowly rolls his hips into your ass. It's your fault for being such a good subject.

Tartaglia

He doesn't care how he gets off, he just wants to feel you. If you're in the kitchen, he will come up from behind and start humping you like a dog. Every time the two of you hug, his hips instinctively roll a little.

The first time he orgasmed was from grinding you.

Maybe it's a sort of primal thing. He has always been more on the animalistic side, and it shows in his sex life. He loves it when you hump back. When the two of you desperately cling to each other, fighting to reach that release, fighting to be on top, tearing at each other until the both of you are raw and panting.

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I'll do one for Pantalone someday! At the moment I do not know enough about him to be able to analyze his sexual tactics. I might change my mind later, we will see haha.

I apparently wrote two for Kaeya here and here because I am dumb

[katyspersonal]

(CAREFUL BRAIN SHORT CIRCUIT AHEAD!!!!!!) Me and @val-of-the-north smoked miranda powder and sat in VC at Whiteboard to try and recall all Elden Ring characters! Well it was actually my idea to go there and try something like this since I kept struggling with memorizing ER cast, it is twice as big as BB cast and DLC isn't even out yet :')

Green-filtered names I edited in later, they're cut content but I tried to cram it in too. And we might remember someone else later, or add more stuff (for example the three wolves Ranni gives us or unnamed yet individual-enough ashes like Page or stuff could also be added) .. but for now I think that's it. Naturally headcanons are crammed in too, like Fia and Fortissax being separate characters, at least for now, or two other princesses specifically besides Ranni because of two toned-down Mausoleums in Liurnia, I'm happy with them for NOW but they're always subject for a change. In any case I need to make a less chaotic version now :pensive:

[localsharkcryptid]

I'm fighting off depression yet again so Im not sure *when* my month prompts for Ouroboros will actually begin but I'm trying not to rush them since I want to make sure I'm happy with and proud of the world building and character work- in the meantime though I bring forth concept sketches!

Characters in order from top to bottom: Foolish, BBH, Skeppy, George, Puffy and Sam

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While names are still up in the air I am going to give some of my notes on my "visions" for the designs.

Foolish - Sand/Sea Hybrid, I'm thinking on playing into his canon dsmp lore a bit and effectively making him a dragon god trapped as a mortal, since within my own headcannons the tribes do have representative gods and that does come into play a bit with this AU. I'm not fully set on how to go about his design but he will be very accessory heavy and among the larger of the cast.

BBH - Nightwing with heavy melanism, I currently don't have too much planned for Bad aside from the reason for his pitch black scales, I'm thinking on maybe adding red tints to him though and the red details would consequently turn white during eggpire.

Skeppy - Icewing with off-colors/possible mutation? Unfortunately for the eyes of everyone Skeppy will be keeping his classic diamond block coloration, nothing too special to note about him as he's one of the characters I'm not too familiar with.

George - Leafwing, "Blue Phase" running into personal headcanons I have the idea that much like numerous species of Variable Bush Vipers Leafwings have color "phases" that can vary greatly, though due to the treewars it is mostly green phases that remain prominent in the tribe due to need of camouflage. George is an example of a blue phase, his design will mainly be pale blues and the addition of white sections with dappled red markings much like the Agaric Mushroom which is his namesake in this au.

Puffy - Ice/Sand Hybrid, though I may change her to Sand and something else, for now though her Sandwing side is how she shares blood with Schlatt, sporting more curved horns and notably hooked forward cheekbone spikes which are a trait of the general family with Tubbo and Schlatt also sharing these traits. Her design is very subject to change to be honest, again not a character I'm that well versed with so it's a bit tricky.

Sam - Sea/Night Hybrid (supposedly), My blorbo!! Sam mainly presents as a Sea/Night but has numerous other traits mixed in for reasons to be revealed later on, he's another amongst the larger members of the cast. Additionally smoke often seeps from his gills and makes a fancy effect that I'm not yet sure on how to draw.

[fridaynightaus]

Made an Monster High AU for Eddsworld, now I'm making one for FNF. I mean a good amount of the characters (both canon and mod) are supernatural anyway so why the hell not?

I made Boyfriend (or as he's called in my and my friend's fanon: Jacob) an Android-Angel hybrid (andgel?) based on two common headcanons for BF: BF being an angel to contrast GF being a demon, and that's he's Hatsune Miku's brother (which I don't subscribe to myself but I can see it). In fact Jacob's clothes were inspired directly from Vocaloid outfits (specifically Len Append and Anode Miku).

And yes I used the same last name from the Soft Mod. I just think it works so well, both since BF's half angel here and it's a nice complement to the last name Dearest, in a way.

Bio and skullette down below!

Bio Parents An Angel (Father) An Android (Mother) Age 16 Killer Style I’m into that techno cyber-idol style. Freaky Flaw I don’t look before I leap, or I should I say: look before I fly. For me it’s always “action first, ask questions later”...or never, in some cases Pet Sera, my dog! Aka THE best girl out there! Favorite Activity

You could say I was born to sing, so you can mostly catch me spitting some bars while chilling with my ghoulfriend. I also like to do sick fingerboard tricks.

Pet Peeve When I’m trying to relax and something happens out of the blue that completely kills the vibe. Favorite Subject Singing of course! Least Favorite Subject Literature. How can anyone read through that stuff and NOT conk out after a few pages? Favorite Color(s) Blue, Cyan, and White Favorite Food(s)

Pepperoni Pizza and Donuts! For drinks I like Ice Tea and Milk, not together of course, that’s nasty.

Friends Amber Dearest (Girlfriend) Pico Benelli Kenji Sakubara Blaze Thorburn Dusk Evans Holt Hyde Elle Eedee

Abilities

Light Manipulaton Jacob can create and manipulate light, which he can use either for utility (ex: lighting up dark areas) and combat.

Emotional Color Change Similar to Kiyomi Haunterly's body, Jacob halo and wings act similar to that of a mood ring, changing colors depending on how he's feeling. It’s normally blue which means he’s happy, dark blue means he’s sad, red means he’s angry, purple means he’s scared, green means he’s disgusted, pink means he’s in love, orange is when he’s annoyed, etc.

Flight He can fly thanks to the wings on his back.

Pain Immunity As he is half android, he cannot feel pain

Immortality Because he is half-angel, he is immortal as well.

Bonus Notes (More to possibly be added in the future)

While Jacob is indeed a hybrid, he wasn’t born in the traditional sense, but rather created. His mother supplied the metal body while his father supplied divine power, the resulting ritual created Jacob.

[miracles-and-butterflies]

Here is the promised sequel to The False Madrigal, based on a prompt by @phoenixlionme.

Please note that this is not written in Mirabel’s POV, it flicks between several characters. No hate to any of the characters, they are all dealing with their own things.

Some of my headcanons for the childhood of the Madrigals and Mirabel’s full name. I’ll talk about them more separately later.

Also, this has an ambiguous ending - I know who did it and why. But let’s see if anyone can guess first.

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The True Madrigals

“Isn’t it perfect, mi princesa?” Abuela asked.

The mural looked even better under the golden light of the sunset. The tones were warmer and the colours shift in splendour. Everyone looks better, in her opinion. Isabela doesn’t.

“So perfect,” Isabela answers, taking Abuela’s hand. “Abuela, can I ask you something?”

“Of course. Anything.”

“I’ve been curious. Why isn’t my sister in the mural?”

Abuela glances to the right side. Her eyes narrowed, inspecting the piece carefully.

“Señor Cortez must have asked her and clearly she refused,” Abuela answered. She sounded disappointed, rarely a tone Isabela had to hear, yet she still shifted in discomfort. “You know how silly she is with photographs. She is a child with strange ideas.”

“She was surprised yesterday,” Isabela said.

“Was she? Well, children can lie and act out, Isabela. It is an insult to us and Señor Cortez for her to act so poorly.”

Taking a breath, Abuela turns back to Isabela.

“I expect that your portrait will be just as fine as the mural.” Abuela smiles, changing the subject.

She had liked it when she saw it the first time. That was two months ago. And don’t get her wrong, she still did. It’s just… something about Camilo’s annoying questions yesterday made her hate her image though, and now they wouldn’t leave her head.

Would the whole thing have to be redone? The space between her and Dolores looked too small and awkward, assuming Dolores would also be married off after her. Isabela thought they all would be. Abuela wants more blessings, more generations - surely she can’t be expected to deliver on that front alone?

Fuck.

She knows Abuela wants grandchildren from her, and a lot at that, but… she’s never thought about exactly how many before. Is she wanting Isabela to create the next generation herself? Her and Mariano’s babies…

No.

That’s not going to happen.

Tío Bruno’s vision said as much.

She was going to get the life of her dreams, to quote the prophet himself. His visions are always true.

Besides, there isn’t that much room. The whole mural will be off balance if Señor Cortez tried to squeeze Mariano in there. And it’s pretty close to the ground, right? That’s not much room for one baby, never mind six.

Maybe something is going to happen in the next few months.

She has been quiet about the relationship recently. It isn’t what it use to be. A sign of them drifting apart. She could marry someone else, someone she got along with better. If she hears another song, if he shows her another poem, she’s going to go insane.

In her head, she dared to ask. “But what about Mariano?”

“Oh, how wonderful, Isabelita!”

Shit. Flowers burst against her skull. She said that out loud?

Abuela is beaming, glowing. “What a splendid idea! It is inspiring to see your devotion to Mariano. I would never have thought of adding the husbands myself… What would I do without you?”

Isabela isn’t listening.

As if sensing Isabela’s emotions, Abuela tightens her grip comfortingly and whispers, “You need not worry, I’m sure Señor Cortez be more than happy to adjust his work when the time comes.”

Isabela smiles.

She needs a stronger word than fuck.

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Isabela has barely been back for five minutes when Luisa bursts into the room.

“Isabela! Stop growing foxgloves near the donkey pen! You know they’re poisonous!” Luisa yelled. “Señor Ruiz’ donkey has died.”

“It’s not my fault if the stupid things keep eating them! And they weren’t near the pen. They are growing off Casita.”

Isabela was a grown woman. Why did she have to deal with Luisa’s petty complaints? Her sister could just simply move the donkeys elsewhere. Or just tell the animals to stop.

The younger sister growled. “It is your fault because you’re the selfish witch who keeps growing them!”

Isabela recoils, physically flinching in the vanity mirror at Luisa’s words. Her eyes narrow, nostrils flare, her lip curls. “Selfish? I have been—”

“Ugh, not this again. Isabela Madrigal and her tragic tale of having to be the eldest grandchild,” Luisa groaned sarcastically. “Just stop growing poisonous flowers!”

There’s a squeak from the door that stops them before the fight can become physical.

“Dolores?” Isabela questions, flowery vines dragging an unsuspecting Luisa out of the way. The older smirks as she struggles. “Have you come to tell Luisa how it isn’t my fault she built the donkey pen beside my flowers?”

“My fault?!” Luisa squawks from the ground. “You’re the only one with roses coming out of your ass!”

“I’m telling Abuela—”

“¡Primas!” They stop. More from the shock of Dolores’ volume and her tone that almost sounds concerned, compared to the usual quiet monotone. 

“What?” They both asked, simultaneously.

Dolores didn’t respond. She tilted her head, something she only did when listening for a certain sound.

Isabela groaned with impatience. “Dolores?”

“Hm! Sorry,” their cousin whispered, shaking her head a little. “I was making sure Abuela wasn’t coming this way. I need to talk to you about something.” The pair nodded. Begrudgingly, Isabela let Luisa leave the greenery chains. “I just noticed your sister isn’t in the mural.”

“Course she is, why wouldn’t she be?” Luisa said.

“I already know about this,” Isabela piped up. “Abuela told me that Señor Cortez asked her if she wanted to be in it because she so weird with photos, and she said no.”

“I never heard him asking her.”

“Well, there’s no way you can remember everything little thing you hear, Dolores.”

“I don’t think Abuela would’ve wanted her missing, regardless of her saying no, it makes the family look incomplete.” Luisa argued. “The mural was two months ago. Her picture has probably just faded.”

“Your red does look very washed out.”

Dolores is now the one frustrated. At least, Isabela and Luisa seem to be agreeing on something for once.

“Alright, if it’s just merely fading, I’ll ask him to repaint the mural. And then we’ll see who’s wrong and who’s right.”

~~~~~~

Days pass, the middle of May blooms with the promise of a perfectly joyous summer, with a new gift to come and a marriage on the way.

Señor Cortez is packing away his painting supplies.

The gossip of town reveal it’s just a touch up on the faded colours. After all, April had brought some tough weather and Pepa had tried (and failed) to counter it.

Dolores, Isabela and Luisa stand before it.

“Huh,” Luisa mumbles. “She really isn’t there.”

“I told you, she didn’t want to be. I asked Señor Cortez and he said he assumed she didn’t want to be in it. Problem solved. So why do you still look bothered, Dolores?” Isabela asked.

“Because none of us fucking noticed, that’s why. It’s been here for two months. And nobody said or did anything!”

Luisa shrugged. “Surely she would have said something, you know, if it bothered her?”

“She asked when she first saw it,” Isabela said. “But she didn’t complain to ask to be added.”

“Maybe she thought that Señor Cortez would just add her in anyways and was just surprised to see she was actually allowed to sit out? We always make her stand for photographs.”

“Sounds possible,” Dolores commented.

The three leave, returning to their chores with a clear mind, happy to leave this argument behind.

~~~~~~

With Antonio’s fifth birthday fast approaching, Julieta, Pepa, Agustín and Félix stare for days on end.

“I swear, Cortez has made your hair greyer.” Pepa says, tauntingly beside her sister.

“My hair isn’t that grey.”

“I forgot how bright the colours were,” Agustín comments. “It’s almost blinding.”

“Maybe we should add our handprints at the bottom. Just to give it a more personal touch.” Félix ponders out loud.

“That’s a great idea!”

“No,” Julieta intervenes. “Remember how much you infected your cut last time you used paint? I won’t let you near it. We can’t have another shortage on ingredients from me trying to heal that.”

Agustín chuckles, pulling her closer. “I promise, I learnt my lesson I won’t do it again. Watching Luisa try to cram all my chores in with her own was a nightmare.”

“Remember when Luisa didn’t work?”

“Remember when all the kids didn’t work?” Félix suggests.

“Isabela and Luisa just ran circles in the garden, competing over nothing and everything, biting each other.” Julieta grumbled, rubbing her temples at the thought of how often she had to scold them not to.

“I forgot how violent they were,” Pepa said.

“Their first words, the first steps…”

“Dolores was ‘Papí’ and Camilo was ‘hola’. Oh! It only feels like yesterday when Toñito started saying ‘Mamí’.” Pepa cried.

Félix opened the umbrella above them, they huddled closer. “Luisa use to scream ‘Papa’ and ‘Bela’ at every opportunity.”

“My ears are still ringing.” Agustín laughed. “Isabela loved ‘no’, didn’t she? And what else, mi amor? Mirabel was ‘purple’.”

“Her first eleven words were all colours.

Pepa gasped. “Agustín and I threw books off the shelf to get Mirabel to walk. She’d retrieve the book, put it back and go back to playing. She use to cry when things got messy, like every time Camilo made a mess with his food.”

“You couldn’t have just held her hand like the other children?”

“She was never as restless as them. She was like a kitten, just playing with yarn in the corner. And now look at her! Fifteen years later, all grown up and…”

The wind picks up and the umbrella is long gone, smacking straight into a passing cart, as rain pours harder. Julieta sighs, fondly.

“Pepa, she isn’t even your daughter.”

“Are you alright, mi vida?”

The red-haired woman merely points.

The other three follow, their eyes falling back on the bright mural. That looks even brighter when clashing with the dark, storm-filled skies above. Each flash of lightning only illuminates the hauntingly empty space beside Luisa.

“Mirabel…”

Julieta’s whisper barely cuts through the sounds of harsh weather and the confusedly concerned crowd of townspeople and the hurried beating of their hearts and the coursing emotions through their veins.

“Mirabel…” Julieta repeats. “She… mi bebé… she isn’t… where is she?” The healer’s faced is flushed and her hair is disbelieved and her voice cracked.

Félix tries to push down his shock, wanting to calm Pepa. Agustín just gapes. Julieta is storming off back to Casita before anyone can stop her.

She all but kicks the doors open. She doesn’t care about Casita right now.

Dolores jumps at the sound and scurries off, the young woman knows too much. Isabela just looks beguiled from the balcony. Luisa, Camilo and Antonio are nowhere to be seen, probably out of the building. Good, Julieta doesn’t want them here right now.

On her search to find who she’s looking for, she runs into Mirabel.

“Mirabel, go upstairs.” She says, and the words come out harsher than she intends.

“Is everything okay?” She asks gently, leaving her sewing at the dining table as she approaches her mother. Eyes looking hurt, but she’s mostly concerned as she goes for Julieta’s hand. “Are you okay? Can I help—”

“Mirabel Teresa Rojas Madrigal, I will not tell you again!”

Mirabel retracts her hand, as if burnt.

Out of all the children, Mirabel has always been the best behaved and has never had to deal with any punishment from either of her parents. As much as this sudden anger is throwing her off balance, Julieta is struggling too.

She doesn’t mean it. She’s angry with herself. But she doesn’t want Mirabel to be the one comforting her over this, so she needs to go. This anger and hate is so foreign, she doesn’t know what to do with it.

Tears pierce Mirabel’s eyes, but she obediently gathers her things and leaves to the nursery.

Julieta finally found who she was looking for in the living room, looking sentimental and happy as she flicked through one of the family photo albums (Julieta and Agustín’s wedding to find inspiration for Isabela’s).

“Julieta,” the older woman closed the book over, placing it on the chair as she stood to greet her daughter. “What do you need, mija?”

“Why didn’t you say anything about the mural?”

Alma raises an eyebrow. “I don’t understand. Dolores asked if Señor Cortez could repaint it and I gave her my permission. Is that not what’s happened?”

Julieta took a deep breath. “Why isn’t Mirabel in it?”

The atmosphere shifted instantly. Not only because Agustín and Félix had entered the room, but Alma’s lip curled, nostrils flared and her eyes turned cold. She seemingly ignored the pure anger coming from her daughter, the confusion and shock of the in-laws.

“I have no idea—”

“Don’t lie to me!”

The woman sighed. “I do not know what took place, Julieta. But Señor Cortez is a good and honest man. I have good reason to believe that he asked her whether or not she wanted to be painted, and she said no.” She gestured to the photographs on the surrounding walls. “She has always been fussy with photographs, you should not be surprised that paintings are the same.”

The answer stands to reason.

So why isn’t she satisfied?

“Isabela was there when she was the mural for the first time,” Alma continues, slightly relaxed. “She told me that she was surprised.”

Julieta’s hands are shaking. Agustín takes one, and rubs her knuckles with his fingers.

“Why would she be if she knew she wasn’t going to be in it?” Félix asks, significantly calmer than everyone else in the room. But he looks like he’s going to be sick.

The older woman hardens, infuriated by the question. “To make us appear cruel for attention. Fortunately, she stopped the deceitful act before it could carry on, and I shall have words with her to make sure she won’t dare to humiliate us in public again.”

“My daughter is not deceitful.” Agustín glares.

“That may be, but she is still a jinx.”

Agustín shuts up at that.

“All I had wanted was a perfect grandson from you two; just as I had, two girls and a boy. And look at what has happened since,” Abuela laments, quietly. “I tell you, I regret the day she was born. She has brought nothing but misfortune to our family.”

With a heavy sigh, Alma leaves the room in silence.

She needs to protect the family, their home, the community and the miracle. Her youngest granddaughter, whether intentional or not, has made that role far from easy. She can’t let something happen to them. Not again.

With the soft drops of rain and snow, she heads up the stairs to quietly consult the miracle and Pedro. For what is she to do?

~~~~~~

The next morning, everyone awakes to find the mural has changed.

It happened during the night, nobody saw or heard anything. Señor Cortez always works in the day and very slowly with that large curtain hiding his work. This was something done and someone gone in the space of hours after midnight.

The family themselves haven’t been by yet. Otherwise Isabela would have remade her flowers, which usually cut off half of Luisa’s arm from view. And the paint glints as if still wet, yet to be dried by Pepa’s sunlight. Abuela would have made a morning announcement about it, if she knew.

The town can’t pinpoint the difference. They think it was just another touch up. Has Antonio grown a bit? Is Isabela wearing a ring? Maybe the words of Los Madrigal weren’t always pink?

The girl beside Luisa looked more detailed than any other of the Madrigals. Each tiny little piece of embroidery had been added, looking neater and finer than it did in reality. It’s a copy of the others, sure, but not exactly the same. The curls were messy, forming a triangle around the head. The additional height was funny. The arms looked stout and awkward. The colours looked off. The placement on the wall was off too - it had been centre before, now it wasn’t.

The townspeople discuss.

“Who the hell is that?”

“I’ve never seen her before.”

“Why does some random girl get to be in it?”

“Do you think they’ll add all of us townspeople in the mural?”

“She’s not even from Encanto.”

It’s only the minority that say and think like that. Most people don’t notice the mural has changed at all.

Mirabel pretends it doesn’t hurt.

[evelxtus]

Thoma, Albedo, Kazuha and maybe Gorou & Heizou if ur up for it, confessing to gn!reader headcanons or scenario, just because

℘ . . . they confess to gn!reader. ⚘

featuring · thoma, albedo, kazuha, gorou x gn!reader.

note · sorry for not adding heizou, still wanna know more before writing about him :] and sorry i'm a bit rustyyyy but i like this work. :0 ty for requesting!

thoma.

Thoma's confession is something you could see coming, you can see how his behavior towards you changes a bit before he tells you how he feels.

Thoma does whatever it takes to make you smile, and puts your needs before his own. He perfectly notices when you're in an uncomfortable situation, and gets you out of trouble with ease. And in general, finds a million ways to keep you company even when he's working for the Kamisato's.

Sometimes he even sneaks out of his job for a little while, just to find you and give you some excuse to join him.

“You know what? The flowers in the pot that I watered for all this month have finally bloomed. I know they are your favorite flowers, so are you coming to see them? I even took one for you… but don't tell anyone!”

Also, if you don't know how to do an activity well, he always knows how to help you improve quickly and efficiently. Seeing the good work you two do together, his mind can't help but wonder... if you also feel the same way about him or that connection is only felt by him.

“We're done! It wasn't that much, was it? We really do make a great couple! Couple… of work, of course…hehe…”

If Thoma takes too long to confess, his mouth will betray him sooner or later. And despite the fact that his words come out a bit chaotic due to his nervousness, and he's totally blushing, he will not stop looking you in the eyes with security, knowing that this is what he truly wants.

albedo.

When Albedo realizes how much he is in love with you, his first reaction is confusion.

“Love is but a chemical reaction. Why does it feel more complex than that…?”

Whenever you go to Dragonspine, he tells you to visit him to make sure you're totally okay after wandering around such a dangerous place.

“These mountains are quite hostile. Please stop by my camp once you're done, I'll make something hot for you to drink.”

He is almost always alone, and worrying about experiments and things that concern him, but when it comes to you, he can't get you out of his head, all the while thinking “I hope y/n okay.” or “Should I go find y/n?”

Or the way whenever he's talking to Sucrose, he finds some way to name you in the conversation. Of course, Sucrose is already more than clear that Albedo has feelings for you, and it's thanks to her that the alchemist began to think about that subject.

“Am I...talking about y/n too much? My apologies, I thought it was relevant to the topic of conversation. I should… go back to camp, there are things I need to discuss alone.”

After that, every time your image appears in his mind, his cheeks take on a slight pink color, and has his pencil ready to draw a sketch of you, because it's the only thing that calms him in moments like this.

It doesn't take long until it's impossible for Albedo to keep to himself what he feels. He thinks that this feeling is something superior to him and if he keeps quiet for a long time, nothing good will happen.

His confession flows smoothly at the moment of truth, but Albedo pauses a few times, deliberating which words to use or which are inappropriate. Albedo wants everything to be perfect for you, even when he's not.

If you accept him, he'll have a hard time making eye contact with you without turning pink, and he won't be able to hold back an unintentional smile that creeps across his face every time he's by your side, making him more distracting than usual.

kazuha.

As soon as he realizes how he feels, Kazuha becomes more confident with you. He still talks in that poetic way from time to time, but he doesn't have as many formalities.

He's not afraid to praise you from time to time, even publicly. Paying you compliments and seeing your shy reaction in response makes his heart noticeably faster and fills him with pride at the power of his words.

May even tease you about it. He finds it quite adorable about you, seeing how frustrated you are at his flattery.

“The power of my words over you just makes me want to keep showering you with compliments, isn't that what someone like you deserves? Don't be shy, look at me while I tell you about what my mind wanders about.”

And in this moment when he tries to tease you so you keep blushing, that's when Kazuha starts speaking from his heart, letting out what he really feels.

The change from joking to speaking from the heart is quite noticeable. His tone lowers a bit and becomes more serious, his eyes wandering over the horizon wistfully, thinking of a thousand endings this could have or what if you don't reciprocate.

His vocal cords betray him from time to time, and some words come out trembling, showing that behind that certainty hides a rather fragile wandering samurai inside, moved by thousands of feelings, that no matter how hard he tries, he can't ignore.

gorou.

I've said it thousands of times in other posts but he's 100% wagging his tail around you uncontrollably.

And when he's telling you how he feels about you, he wags his tail nervously from side to side, with his ears down and fiddling with his fingers.

Literally can't sit still and can't keep up the appearance of General of Watatsumi's troops next to you.

If his comrades saw him act that way with you, he would surely be the subject of many jokes and would be Inazuma's laughing stock, or so he thinks.

Back on topic. Before you can answer his confession, Gorou will be out of sight. He may be far away, hiding, and thinking about what he just did while mentally smacking himself.

“I'm an idiot coward! Why did I run away? Y/n probably hates me now. I should come back and apogize later. Owww, I've ruined everything.”

We all know he's a cute whiny boy. We love him either way.

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[artsysurvivor]

(This whole rant is mostly inspired by "I'll Be Good" by James Young. Might be helpful to listen to if you want more context).

I want to see fucked up Prince!Halt tbh. Like, he allegedly grew up in a distant/emotionally neglectful household (not too mention the added fucked up™️ things some of the fandom headcanons... *coughs and looks away shamefully*).

Now, previously I made a post on how this sort of thing was kind of normal back then, at least from the parent's side because there were servants to take care of things. But the RA universe is pretty different than what actually happened back then; one example is how Duncan is pretty close to Cassandra, and how later on in the first book of TRR (I haven't read past that one) she and Horace are pretty involved in Maddie's life. It could be that their values on how to take care of a child evolved since Oswald couldn't of been that close to his son seeing that he thought he was a pillager and a murderer—but that could also be explained by Morgarath's emotional manipulation, and, as a side note, he did see a change in "Duncan's" behavior.

For the reasons stated above, we can assume that Halt's parents neglect was not seen as normal and therefore they might've not had as many precautions in place as to take care of a child in a completely healthy way.

So one: he doesn't know how to regulate his emotions well (which is part of the reason why he just... holds it in).

Two: he might've looked for attention/love elsewhere, even if he would tell himself he didn't need it—like when Will's apprenticeship is coming to an end, he marries Pauline and how, during TEY, he almost immediately went with Crowley even though months before his brother had tried to kill him for the third time. (I also kind if relate these events to Halt being with someone similar to his own age literally since birth but that’s a different subject).

Three: he still witnesses the leadership habits of his mother, father, and other nobles; him being a young child doesn't know that's wrong and internalizes it.

Four: He's shown to be very loyal to the people he sees as family in the series, and will break the law to continue his loyalty. (Coughs in how he got banished to save Will—though he did "betray" Crowley/Duncan in that sense, he did it because there was an even greater cause that out weighed the betrayal). So obviously, he'd remain loyal to the people he knew all his life.

Five: he would have at least part of the stress of having to parent his sister. (Which considering the age gap between the two would be especially detrimental—and let’s not forget the affect it would have on Caitlyn).

Six: Not to mention the self-esteem issues that would come up with Ferris very obviously being the favorite child.

Going back to leadership habits, I get the feeling that most royals don't view their citizens as people and more of a means to an end. (This is shown through Ferris when he sides with Tennyson, despite the destruction going on in the towns, just to keep his throne. And, you know, the whole killing-his-brother thing). So, how would that affect Halt's view of the townspeople, especially if he wasn't allowed to interact with them?

And, probably more likely, would he have self-destructive behavior(s)? (Not talking about physical self harm, per say, but more so self sabotaging with relationships and stuff like that. If that makes sense).

Anyway sorry if this is disjointed and hard to understand fjfb like I said this kind of just a rant.

[yukidragon]

Sunny Day Jack - Saved

You know, I was going to have my next bit of Something’s Wrong With Sunny Day Jack content be something more lighthearted after my previous headcanon post and dark short story. But @OkamiLiqueur on twitter just had to start something, and it ballooned into a very tragic bad end AU flashfic.

This is a rough draft piece that I don’t think I’ll wind up polishing or adding to later, since it’s quite a bit darker than my usual stories. I prefer happy endings, but sometimes ya just gotta write out tragic “what if” scenarios when angst demands it.

If you’d rather read something that I promise is going to eventually have a happy ending for Jack and Alice, go check out my big SDJ fic, Sunshine in Hell. I took a bit of a break from it, but I’m back to working on chapter 7. Hopefully it’ll come out in a couple weeks.

Warning: there is major character death, gore, and trauma in this short story. Please read only if you’re in the headspace to read about such dark subject matter. Also, general reminder, this fandom is for Adults Only. I hope you enjoy this sad little flashfic.

...

Shards of broken plastic were scattered all across the floor, some pulverized practically into powder.

“We… we did it, Alice. We saved you!”

Among the shards, strands of ribbon were twisted and shredded like offal at the hands of a novice butcher.

“He can never hurt you again.”

A breathless sort of laughter filled the apartment. Two people were speaking, exhausted, shaken up, but… relieved.

“Damn… I almost thought we weren’t going to make it for a while there.”

“Y-yeah…”

How could this happen?

It was all a blur. The arguments, the violence, the fear. At some point Alice lost her voice from it all after desperately pleading for everyone to just stop.

When it all finally did stop, she still had no voice to speak. She had no words. No tape.

No Jack.

At some point Alice collapsed, her legs incapable of bearing her weight any longer, and she sat among the wreckage that littered her bedroom.

Their bedroom. Their sanctuary. The place they made love so many times. The place that she once felt so safe, so warm.

Alice never felt so cold before.

“Alice…? Are you okay?”

One of them was talking. Ian? Shaun? It didn’t matter. They were both the same.

Traitors.

“H-hey, Alice! Snap out of it.”

A hand reached out for her shoulder and Alice slapped it away. She glared through her bangs and her tears at the blur colored like Ian as he reeled back from the strike.

“Shit!”

“Hey, take it easy now. It’s us.”

Traitors. Both of them. Why… why did Alice trust Shaun with the combination to her safe?

“That… that’s right! It’s Ian and Shaun, remember?”

“Jack’s gone. He’ll never hurt you again. We saved you!”

When Ian and Shaun destroyed the tape, they broke something inside of Alice. Those words took the shards that were left and ground them into dust.

Somehow Alice managed to force something out past the tightness that had seized her throat and stole her voice while her world fell to pieces all around her.

“Who… the fuck… said I needed… to be saved?”

They didn’t listen to her, or Jack. Alice had done so much, helped Jack grow strong enough to interact with more people than just her. Why couldn’t they just be happy for her?

“I…” The orange and peach colored blur - Ian - faltered as he staggered back a step from her. “But Alice… you… you weren’t yourself anymore. That ghost he…”

“Jack was brainwashing you, Alice,” the other blur - Shaun - said, his tone more somber. He shifted, probably crossing his arms and seemed to look in Ian’s direction, but it was hard for her to tell. “Give her time. It might take a while for it to wear off.”

Brainwashed. They said something along those lines before. Alice had changed. She had grown colder towards Ian, stood up for herself more instead of remaining a pushover, and chose to stay home more often than not. How was any of that so awful that they had to murder the person who made her life finally feel worth living?

They were talking amongst themselves, but Alice no longer heard them, their colors blurring together along with those of her cold bedroom as tears poured like a storm that would never stop.

“Get out.”

“Alice, wh-”

“Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out!”

Alice unleashed those two words like a curse until her throat grew hoarse, until the only thing she could force out were feeble croaks and coughs.

Until she was the only person left in her apartment.

Everything remained blurry after that, even though Alice’s eyes eventually cleared once she no longer had any tears left to shed.

Ian and Shaun were reluctant to leave her alone. Every day they left messages on her phone and social media. They said they did it all for her. They cared about her, and Jack was only using her. Jack was a parasite that latched onto her soul, they said. They were adamant that Jack was draining the life from her in order to make himself more powerful.

They had no fucking idea at all.

Jack was right. No one understood the relationship they had. No one but Alice had any idea just how much he loved her, how much he helped her feel that life really was worth living. She had changed, but for the better. He didn’t make her weaker, he was making her stronger. They were growing stronger together. Just because she was changing in the process didn’t mean that the change was bad.

Ian and Shaun were convinced that was the case. They were sorry for her pain, but they wanted her to know that they only did it for her sake.

Bullshit.

Time passed with little meaning anymore. How long had it been since they destroyed the tape? Alice had no idea anymore. She moved through a mockery of life with motions as stiff and mechanical as a doll.

She was no longer living, but she did not go still.

Alice lost her job at the yogurt shop. Her boss called to inform her after she missed too many shifts. She never called him back. Her family checked on her. She never answered their calls, but sent back a text that she was busy.

In a more innocent age, when Alice foolishly believed she grew up with her soulmate, she was curious about darker subjects - witchcraft and the occult. As she got older, she found herself with little time for fanciful tales of ghosts and magic. She stopped believing in such nonsense.

Jack changed all that. He changed everything.

Since Jack had arrived, Alice spent her spare time researching. First it was for any scrap of information about the SunnyTime Crew Show, then about ways to give the dead life.

Alice wanted to share her life with Jack. She wanted him to live with her, happily, without forcing him to live such a lonely existence with only her for company. The life Ian and Shaun were so sure that Jack stole from her had been freely given. It had all been so careful to ensure that they could grow stronger together.

They ruined everything.

The miracle that allowed Jack to exist thanks to the VHS tape was destroyed. Without that medium that had been created in a baptism of blood, there was no hope.

Not without sacrifice.

This was what led Alice here. She gathered every piece of the tape, down to the smallest dust-sized scrap, and laid it in the center of her living room, the place where she summoned Jack on that night that she had forgotten for the longest time.

The room was mostly empty to make room to mark the floor in all the required sigils. Alice took great care to reproduce it perfectly. The apartment was lit only by the special candles she made and placed in their precise locations. The air was thick with the smell of smoldering incense and herbs, making her cough, but she persevered.

Alice sat in the circle designated for her. Across the room in the opposite circle was every piece of the tape that changed her life forever. By her side were the meticulous notes she made with instructions on how to perform the ritual.

At the center of the array was a pile of bone and scraps of ragged cloth still stained with dirt.

Last time the price had been a piece of her soul. Alice remembered now how scary the prospect was to exchange a piece of her soul with that of a stranger, but the poor soul trapped in the tape begged for her to save him from hell. She hesitated then, scared that she was making a deal with a devil, but she couldn’t just leave him to suffer. The exchange had been painful, so traumatic that she forgot it for a long time, but it was nothing compared to the love she got in return.

It took time, but Alice learned how to recreate the miracle. The price to have her soulmate back was steeper than before, but this time she didn’t hesitate to pay it.

“You must sacrifice the part of you that you hold most dear.”

 …

 Hell. Jack was in hell. He was living through his death again. The crying, the screams, the gunshot, the blood, and the pain. It would never end this time, this cold infinite loop of dreamless agony.

Then he felt it, that familiar warmth that was his salvation.

Alice!

It hurt. It hurt so much, but the pain was different this time. Jack… Joseph felt it, his heart wrenching and beating out of a chest that suddenly struggled for air as he crumpled to a stained floor in a dimly lit room that stank like a hookah den.

Everything hurt, particularly his chest and head as memories he once lost out of desperation reasserted themselves. Sunny Day Jack, Joseph Haberdae, Joseph Cullman… he remembered it all.

But most of all, he remembered her.

“Alice!” Joseph croaked out with a voice that hadn’t been used in forty years, and at the same time had never been used at all. This body was the one he used to have on the day he died, yet it was also new. It wasn’t entirely his. Somehow he knew these things instinctively.

When Joseph got his eyes to work - one dark brown and one pale blue, he finally saw her, his sunshine.

“Alice…?”

Blood. There was so much blood. Too much. When Joseph snapped out of his shock he scrambled towards Alice with limbs that struggled to remember how to move properly. He slipped on the cooling blood and was stained red as he pulled her into his arms, screaming desperate denials.

Alice barely heard her name from somewhere far away, his voice, and it was the sweetest sound. Through the gray haze creeping in at the edges of her vision in her lone remaining eye she saw his face, and though he looked so sad, he was here, alive.

His tears rained down her face, mingling with the blood that trickled down her cheek from the empty eye socket on the right side of her face. Alice managed a delicate smile in spite of the pain, and she hoped that Jack - Joseph - her love, her soulmate knew just how happy she was in that moment. With the last of her strength she tried to speak despite the hole in her chest where her heart used to be.

I love you, Jack.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

Merry Christmas to my @cssecretsanta2020 giftee, @booksteaandtoomuchtv !!! It's been so hard not to spoil the reveal, but I'm happy to announce that it's me!

For your gift, I've written you a lovely little fic, (partly based on our Captain Swan Christmas Headcanons lists!)

Emma's First Perfect Christmas by kazoosandfannypacks (General Audiences, 9K words, 9 chapters, CaptainSwan fluff, CaptainCobraSwan)

Like many things in this world, Emma had been indifferent to the holidays, as long as they kept their difference. She’d never had a good Valentine’s date, never been able to afford a real Halloween costume, and couldn’t find much to be thankful for before she arrived in Storybrooke. A lot had changed since her arrival, and even moreso after they broke the first curse- suddenly she had a child, and later parents, and a grandma, and friends, and even later a husband- she now had a family, and the problem with families is that they love to celebrate, they love nostalgia, and sentimentality- and her family excelled at that. They’d started celebrating Thanksgivings after Ingrid sacrificed herself to stop her curse- during those few weeks when everything seemed like a happy ending- though they were then still a couple years off from their happy beginning. But now that they had happiness, and they were living a normal life, Mary Margaret had announced at Thanksgiving dinner that they should add another holiday into the mix- Christmas.

“Why couldn’t she have picked Halloween next?” Emma thought as they drove home from Thanksgiving dinner, “Or fourth of July? Or groundhog’s day- though the Bill Murray movie might hit a little too close to curse on that one.” “Are you alright, love?” Killian asked. “Yeah.” Emma looked at him with a half second’s fake smile, then fixed her eyes back on the road. “Why do you ask?” “Well I’m not the best driver in the family,” Henry piped in from the back seat, “but I’m pretty sure you usually stop at an intersection.” “I’m fine,” Emma said, “Just got a lot on my mind.” “Are you sure, love?” Killian asked. Emma didn’t need to look at him- she could tell by the concern on his voice what worry to read on his face. “We can talk about it later.” Emma said. Killian nodded out of the corner of Emma’s eye, then tried to change the subject. “So, Henry, tell me more about this Christmas we’re going to be celebrating.” Emma tried to just nod along and not stress out as her boys changed the subject to exactly what was weighing on her mind. “It’s a time to celebrate with family,” Henry said, “with lots of peace and hope and goodwill and joy. It’s the closest thing this land has to magic outside of Storybrooke.” “Fascinating!” Killian said. “What brought this celebration about?” “It’s kinda like the birthday of a god, or a king, or something like that.” Henry said. “So like King’s Day?” Killian asked. “King’s Day?” “It’s a holiday from the Enchanted Forest, on the King’s birthday.” “How do you celebrate King’s Day?” Henry asked. “Commiting crimes.” Killian smiled. Emma hit the brakes a little harder than she should’ve as they pulled into the driveway. “You celebrate King’s Day by committing crimes?” She raised an eyebrow at Killian, who flashed a charming smile. “Well, other people celebrated it with festivals and banquets and paying extra taxes. We celebrated by committing crimes.” “Let’s not bring that tradition into our celebration, okay?” Emma asked, “Christmas and stealing don’t exactly go hand in hand.” “Unless you’re the Grinch.” Henry said. “The what?” Killian asked. Henry ignored him, apparently struck with a realization. “Mom, do you think the Grinch is real too?” “The Grinch?” Emma asked, as they got out of the car. “Yeah, and Whos down in Whoville.” Henry added. “Henry, I’m pretty sure that one’s just a…” she was about to say “just a fairytale,’ but as Captain Hook stepped out of her car with a plastic bag of thanksgiving leftovers, she realized she might need to suspend a little more disbelief. “I don’t know. Maybe?”

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EDIT: I don’t like editing posts after they’ve gotten notes but it’s hours later and I realized I didn’t copy the instructions 😬

Mundane asks for OCs/underused canon character you adopted. Tag 10 people.

@christian-latte-anon tagged me and since I DID just finish writing more for these two adopted side characters.

What is their favorite movie? This is hard to answer for a series set 500 years in the future, but Tom’s favorite movie is definitely NOT any of the Disney classics he has to sit through with Chyler 🤣

What is their favorite season? Again, hard for two people who spend most of their time in space. However, I’ll say summer for a weird reason. I’ve headcanoned that Tom and Chyler were stationed on Reach for awhile until the Covenant hit, and New Alexandria is on the northernmost continent. So the summers were probably very short and very pretty. Maybe the occasional moose or equivalent trespassed on the FLEETCOM grounds 😂

What do they find annoying? Tom: Chyler’s unending Disney soundtrack (but he also kind of likes it, don’t tell anyone). Roland, enough said, LOL. Paperwork. Rules that serve no purpose. Chyler’s bed-hogging. Chyler: Tom’s aversion to putting clean clothes IN DRAWERS or THE CLOSET like a NORMAL PERSON. Spartan-IV antics (I need to write a fic about this). Roland, but to a lesser extent because he’s mildly terrified of her 🤣. Her BDU vest as explained in For Better Or Worse. Tom’s complaining about her bed-hogging.

How would they like to spend their Christmas or equivalent holiday? I don’t think this is ever mentioned in the Halo world. If I had to guess, there’s probably a mash-up end-of-year holiday party aboard ship but the day itself isn’t a huge deal. The job must go on.

Do they play an instrument? If so, what? How good are they at it? Headcanon subject to change, but for now, no.

What's their favorite meal to eat? Chyler likes Mac n cheese with beef because her mom used to make it. Tom’s is…I’m not sure, but it’s something very spicy. Chyler doesn’t want his ghost pepper sauce in the same room with her and she won’t kiss him for at least an hour after he’s eaten it 🥵 Credit where credit is due, the spice thing is sort of stolen from @infinityactual but it’s also a scene that plays out with me and @mrtobenamedlater way too often.

Do they have a favorite video game or board game? Probably? Whatever video games look like in the 2550s. I imagine Chyler sitting there with her cross-stitching adding commentary while Tom plays.

Do they celebrate their birthday? Their birthdays are close together, Chyler is older by about six weeks, and every year they try to make the day(s) pass without fanfare and every year the crew finds out and throws them a party anyway.

What's their bedtime routine? They rarely make it to bed at the same time, so usually “try not to wake the other.” When they do manage the same bedtime, Tom has an awful habit of trying to finish work in bed. Chyler sometimes falls asleep on his chest while he’s working, unwittingly reinforcing the bad habit because Tom loves it.

What's an oc (or canon character) that they like to spend time around? What do they tend to do together? Sarah Palmer, she functions as the straight (wo)man to the Tom/Chyler comedy show 😂 I haven’t written anything about this one yet but Chyler runs into Veronica Dare a lot. As wives do, they end up discussing their husbands. Oh yes, and Roland 🤣🤣🤣

Made up some of these on the fly! That was fun. I spent WAY too long completing this and am out of patience to tag anyone. If you’re reading this, here’s your tag.

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Unexpected But Welcome [ch. 1]

Word Count: 540

Warnings: Mentions of postpartum depression, pregnancy mention

Fandom: Ghostbusters

Pairings: Egon Spengler x Cathleen Paige Spengler

I’m a little impatient to get to this era of the Cathleen Lives AU because I feel like GB2 is probably one of the best portrayals of the “found family” trope, and I really want to fit her into that.

I headcanon Callie’s birthday to be in January 1981, so she would be nine years old at this point.

Enjoy!

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“... and the alchemist Egon and the scribe Cathleen returned home to their beloved Callie and their family, and the brave knight Winston was reunited with his lady love Tiyah,” Cathleen whispered to Oscar as she carefully laid him down in his crib. “And they all lived happily ever after. The end...”

She stood over the crib for a few seconds to check to see if the two-month-old-baby was truly asleep and hadn’t been disturbed by the sudden change of location. She sighed with relief when Oscar stayed asleep, and opened the door to check on Egon, who was helping Callie with her homework.

Egon and Callie looked up when they heard the door opening.

“Finally got him down,” Cathleen whispered as she exited the nursery.

She did her best to quietly close the door behind her, but it took a quiet snick for Oscar to begin wailing.

“Did Dana cheat on Andre with a Vulcan?” Cathleen asked with an exhausted sigh.

She could certainly understand why Dana was having such a difficult time. Memories of how fussy Callie had been at Oscar’s age replayed in her mind, and she pressed the heels of her palms to her eyes.

Egon looked back at Callie. “Callie, you think you could try to figure this next problem out with what I told you? I need to help your mom with Oscar, okay?”

“Okay,” Callie agreed.

Egon and Cathleen walked into the nursery, and he carefully picked Oscar up. He let the baby’s head rest close to his heart, and quietly made shushing noises, slightly bouncing from his knees as he rotated his body. Oscar began to settle down, his wails settling down into sporadic fussing, which soon turned into contented coos.

Cathleen smiled at the sight before her, and Egon lifted his head up to smile at her, as well.

“Nine years later, still haven’t lost your touch,” she remarked.

“Well, it is always important to keep certain skills honed,” Egon told her.

She could sense that he almost added “just in case,” but decided against it. They had already had such a hard time conceiving before Callie came along, not to mention the doctors had said Cathleen’s uterus was “inhospitable,” so it had been a miracle that she had been able to carry a pregnancy to term at all.

While the two of them had considered giving Callie a sibling in the past, they finally decided that actively trying wouldn’t be emotionally healthy for either of them-- including Callie. She would be able to sense the stress and frustration from them, and they didn’t want to subject her to that. But they did decide that if they were to get pregnant again, they would be happy to have that baby.

For a while, it had just seemed like a fun idea to float around between the two of them, but nothing more than a fantasy.

Until now.

Cathleen’s smile widened as she thought of the thin, plastic stick sitting on the toilet tank in the bathroom at the townhouse, the two pink lines stark and standing out against the white screen.

“Well...” she drawled quietly. “You might have a chance to use those skills more... a lot sooner than you think.”

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Bio: Mina

Name: Jasmine ‘Mina’ Taylors

Gender: Female (she/her or they/them)

Age: 19

Birthday: July 9th

Height: 5’ 5"

Occupation: Poni Island Trial Captain, wandering artist

Orientation: Biromantic Demisexual

Hometown: Seafolk Village

Personality: Laid-back, to the point of being considered lazy by some. Usually even-tempered and a bit stoic, she has the occasional moment of intense passion where her emotions flare and she won’t shut up. Prone to bouts of obliviousness. She’s friendly to strangers and a determined battler, but can be difficult to get to know simply because she’s off in her own world and changes the subject twenty times in 5 minutes.

Also procrastinates. A LOT.

History: She was born…somewhere*. Presumably Poni Island, but she’s never mentioned growing up in proximity to anywhere in particular. Her mother, father, older brother, and younger sister all currently live in Seafolk Village. Mina was always an artistically-minded and independent child, and preferred to spend her days playing outside, where she always seemed to attract Cutiefly to herself. Her family would often joke that one day the fairies would steal her away…until one day at age six she did vanish. While Mina did return, perfectly healthy, after a terrifying four days, no one joked after that.

The event never actually seemed to bother Mina, and she continued to grow and learn like she always had. When she wasn’t working on art, she was learning to battle-and she was good. Unsurprisingly, she was preferential to fairy-types, and a Cutiefly did eventually become her first Pokémon.

Like most Alolan children, she took on the Island Challenge at age 11, completing it in record time and moving on to become a Trial Captain at 13. She learned and trained under Hapu’s grandfather until his death a few years ago, and losing her mentor so suddenly was a big shock to her. She’d been very close to finishing up preparing her trial site in Poni Meadow…only to stop. It almost felt unbearable to stay in one place too long, so Mina neglected her Captain duties in favor of wandering Poni and throwing herself into her art.

It’s been a few years now, and while she’s largely recovered (having Hapu be appointed Kahuna was comforting to her), she is approaching her 20th birthday, meaning she’ll have to retire from being a Trial Captain. So there’s really no point in trying to set up a trial site.

Plus…only now is she starting to realize that she actually has no plans in place for what she’s going to do after she’s done being a Captain. Apparently she’s expected to be an adult, and that’s just a little stressful.

Oops.

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*Unbeknownst to her, Mina is not her parents’ daughter, or even human for that matter. More information will be added in headcanons later. Please do not inform Mina about this directly without some discussion