#only things missing is flamethrower

[autumnoakes]

my storage box is empty (pleasant) and so is my inventory (bad)

[demilypyro]

"Another damn Super."

Shotgun Sally had had her fill of fighting superheroes. Henching used to be easy. Crack some safes, intimidate some people, stand guard at some deals. It's the only skillset she's ever had, and she was happy doing it. She had no interest in moving up - too much paperwork and headache - and going straight was impossible with her record. No, henching was where it's at. Or it used to be. Until those meteor storms a few years ago. People getting superpowers from the radiation. Started wearing costumes. Ridiculous. Comic book stuff. Job hadn't been the same since.

Intel came in. Sally answered the phone, writing down all the info in her notebook as usual. New hero. Contact said she goes by "Miss Fire." Left a calling card, apparently? Stupid name. Basic. Probably young, unsponsored. Hasn't been caught on camera yet, but apparently some deals went bad. Bodies at the scene had third degree burns on their hands and faces. Not one of those no-killers, this one. The name made her easy to figure out. Typical energy projection hero, probably has flamethrower breath or shoots fireballs. You hear it all the time, kid gets some flashy powers, gets full of herself, decides to be a crime fighter. Nobody ever trains the Supers to care about human life. Sally'd never had a reason to kill anybody in her work. Some rounds at the feet usually scares people into compliance. At most she'd take a few teeth or break some bones, but she'd never killed. What was their excuse?

Sally was tense. The contact was late. Deal was supposed to be done by now. That meant something was up. But it wasn't her decision whether they pulled out or not, that was up to the boss. She was watching a rat eat a pizza. Then she heard it. Gunfire, sounds of burning and screaming. "We got a Super!" A nod from the boss, and Sally was off.

Sally darted around a corner. There she was. The kid wasn't exactly what she was expecting. Usually these flashy types are dressed in spandex, or wearing heels (ridiculous), but this one was wearing simple boots and a parka. What confused Sally most of all was the lack of any glowing. Usually with these energy projection heroes you could tell what bodypart their powers came from by a residual glow, especially if they'd used their powers recently. Nothing around the throat or the hands.... In fact, her hands weren't even out. They were in her pockets. She looked totally relaxed. Was this not the hero?

Sally leveled her shotgun. She was about twenty paces away. Standard procedure with heroes was to keep your distance, in case they have melee powers. But she was more than close enough to turn the girl into a cheese grater if need be. She had to find out if this was the hero or not. Sally always preferred the direct approach. "Miss Fire, I presume?"

"That's me," the girl replied. Her face was blank. "You don't wanna be pointing that thing at me."

The girl's candor was annoying. "I believe I do. See I've been hearing about you hurting my people. I can't have that."

"They shot first. It wasn't on me."

"I'm gonna give you one chance to get out of here. It's past your bedtime."

"Make me."

Alright, that was enough talking. Sally couldn't tell if this kid had powers or what, but there was only one way to find out. Sally switched her shotgun to a low-spread mode and aimed between the girl's feet. If this wasn't the Super, this would scare her off. If she IS the Super... well, whatever happens happens.

Sally almost missed it. In a swift motion, the girl took her hands out of her pockets and opened both at Sally as if to reach out to her. Sally's reflexes kicked in, throwing herself to the ground to dodge the oncoming fireball or laser beam or whatever it was. But nothing came. The girl was just standing there, with her arms out. She looked like an idiot. Sally got up. "Of all the... what the hell do you think you're doing? I could've shot you."

The girl seemed surprised that she hadn't. She looked scared. "Usually they do by now..." she whimpered. She suddenly turned around and started running in the other direction. Sally was stunned. She was about to chase after her, but then she heard a noise she didn't like. Her gun. It was hissing at her. In fact, it was glowing. Alarmed, Sally threw the shotgun away from her as fast as she could. As it collided with the ground, it exploded into a ball of purple and blue flames.

Sally sat on the ground, watching the smoking remains of her favorite gun. She took her notebook out, and flipped to the info about the new hero. She crossed out "Miss Fire" and wrote "Misfire" under it.

"I hate Supers."

[ashthesalamipiece]

“Family Dinner (aka: The Apocalypse)”

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Katsuki Bakugo

Genre: Comedy, Complete Breakdown, Teen Drama, Secondhand Trauma

---

Dinner started off normal.

You made katsudon (Bakugo’s favorite). Haruki was unusually quiet. Hana had a suspicious smile. Bakugo was halfway through his second helping, blissfully unaware of the emotional landmine about to detonate.

You should’ve known.

You should’ve known.

It started with Hana.

“So, I think Takeshi might ask me to be his girlfriend.”

Bakugo froze mid-chew. “He better not.”

You gave her a soft smile. “That’s exciting, sweetheart.”

Bakugo narrowed his eyes. “No it isn’t. It’s illegal.”

Haruki jumped in, mouth full of rice. “Takeshi’s not that bad. Better than closet girl.”

Bakugo dropped his chopsticks.

“You wanna repeat that?”

Haruki realized too late that he’d just outed himself. Again. “I—I mean, hypothetically—”

“You were back in the closet?!”

You groaned. “Oh my god, not again.”

Hana leaned back smugly. “I saw them holding hands yesterday.”

Haruki turned bright red. “TRAITOR!”

“She winked at him too,” Hana added, like she was announcing a war crime. “Both eyes.”

Bakugo stood so fast his chair screeched. “THAT’S IT. This dinner is OVER. Everyone to their rooms. No more hormones. NO MORE WINKING.”

You tried to intervene. “Katsuki—”

“Nope. I’m done. I gave the talk. I suffered through The Incident. I read the damn Diary. I survived ClosetGate. And now you’re telling me I’m raising a Romeo and Juliet sequel in my own house?!”

Haruki mumbled, “Technically we’re more like a Rom-Com—”

“SHUT UP, HARUKI.”

Hana, cool as ever, kept sipping her juice. “Don’t worry, Dad. It’s not like I’m gonna kiss him on school property.”

Bakugo wheeled on her. “YES YOU ARE. AND I’LL BE THERE. HIDING IN A BUSH WITH BINOCULARS.”

You snorted so hard you choked.

Haruki tried to sneak another bite of katsudon.

Bakugo caught him mid-chew. “You think you get to eat after all this betrayal?!”

“Dad,” Haruki said around a mouthful, “you need therapy.”

“I need a flamethrower.”

---

Ten minutes later, you were cleaning the kitchen while Bakugo sulked in the corner like a war veteran.

“I can’t do this,” he muttered. “We’re surrounded. Outnumbered. Hormones on all sides.”

You kissed his cheek. “You’ll survive.”

“I miss when they were babies. When they only cried because they wanted snacks, not because some punk told them they had ‘pretty eyes.’”

You laughed. “You’re doing great.”

“I’m dying.”

“You’re surviving.”

He groaned. “Same thing.”

[coldilikeit]

Yandere Batfam x Camp half-blood (Neglected reader)

DC x Pjo

Part 2

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"why can't my parent just claim me? My human parent doesn't like me, and now you're telling me there's a chance my godly parent might not even care about me at all?" You huff kicking a rock while walking to the dining pavilion

Annabeth's eyes fill with sympathy "You never know, maybe they're just busy"

"busy my ass... I've heard that excuse so many times before" you sit down at the Hermes table, where all the unwanted children sit

"So (Name), are you going to be a year round student or just for the summer, because we're gonna need Mr.D to sign you in" Travis Stoll one of the head counselors says to you

You think about it for a while, you saw how other children treated each other like family, how there was a director who loves the children as his own, you could find your place here, it doesn't matter if you have parents, you could find your family, just as everyone else in this camp did

"I-" then you stop, you mind going back to the Manor, how you left the hallways burning, and now you're missing, are they worried? Do they want to find you? What if they think you set the house on fire? Would you even have a home to return to?

It's not like you were as loved as Jason who could just die and come back

This set your decision, you are never going back to that cold mansion, you are never going to sleep in a silent room, here, you could build a life for yourself

"I'd like to stay year round" you say

"well that settles it, I'll explain the rules to you later 'kay?" He says

The infamous Mr.D seemingly groaned, you're pretty sure you heard him mumbling "another fucking kid"

___________________

Two days have passed, you feel like the happiest kid on earth

Annabeth is doing this thing where she's trying to help you find your godly parent, you couldn't care less(or could you?), but listen-

Yesterday you just shot 25 consecutive bullseyes and you've never felt so amazing, everyone was clapping their hands and we're praising you, and everyone was saying you were a natural at farming, sword fighting was one you enjoyed, you know a thing or two about combat so you gained respect from the other campers

But even after all those achievements, no one came to claim you

Now you're trying blacksmithing, you loved all the things you did but... The weapons were kinda ugly, every sword in the weaponry looked the same, only special kids get customized swords, so you were kinda hoping to make your own custom weapons and stuff, I mean no parent is gonna give it to you

"Hello!" You smile at the busy forgers, they acknowledge and some nod and some smile back

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Tim looks at CCTV cameras, his eyes wide and in disbelief

A random woman, who somehow broke into the Manor, with a flamethrower, burned a hallway down

He saw this kid, well his little sibling, but I don't think it's appropriate to call you that, you ran crying for help- well you weren't crying for help exactly but you were screaming, you were seen running for your life away from this madwoman

whom he'll safely assume is one of his father's ex lovers or some villain that decided to get back at him

The problem was you.

No sign of you at all

Batman had everyone patrolling, Bruce Wayne reported you missing, a prize reward given to the one who'll find you dead or alive (alive hopefully)

There was this image he couldn't get out of his mind

In the middle of trying to salvage what could be saved in that fire... He spotted a family picture, a picture where everyone was still visible- and only your face had been burned off

He tried to help with the search, thinking about where you could go, what you could do, but he couldn't

He didn't know how you acted or how you'd decide

He knew nothing about you, and so did the others, it was like you were already dead before it was even confirmed

Damian walked in the room "you're still here? Dad already got the JL to help with search, quit trying to show them up"

"I just don't get it, she ran to the garden, but she wasn't there- could there be other villains waiting in the garden and took her? I don't know-"

The demon spawn scoffed "Anyways dad wants you to send the CCTV footage to JL, they said they'll analyze it or something"

Tim was doubtful, it's not like anyone there could spot what he couldn't, he was very observant (of everyone but (name) apparently)

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Sorry it took a long time for me to update 😞, it was pt week and I had a lot of projects

But I wonder who could possibly be (name)'s godly parent?and who could spot what Tim couldn't?

@bat1212 @jisnothere @erikasurfer @nathaly36

[fanaticsnail]

Spit it out, Reck

Hey Doc Masterlist

Word Count: 1,000+

Synopsis: While watching two of the Kid Commanders spar beside your merfolk crewmate, Wave; Reck approaches with a chip on his shoulder and an upset regarding key medical knowledge.

Themes: Reck x gn!reader, suggestive themes, foul language, Kid Pirates x reader, crack series, suggested injury, mention of knuckle-cracking, you are 'Doc' - the doctor of the Kid Pirates.

Notes: Wave belongs to @sodatusks and I absolutely picture him being there with his crew alongside you on your journey as Doc.

“Hey Doc!” A voice rang through the rec room where you were lounging against the variety of warm-down cushions beside Wave. The mer-fishman was clicking his tongue and giving a variety of commentary regarding the friendly sparring match between Killer’s punishers against Heat’s dual Espanda Ancha; some helpful, some hindering, all providing entertainment for you as you read through Trafalgar Law’s notes beside him.

Until the voice called your name once more. 

Reck’s heavy, studded boot heels thudded against the wooden surface, narrowly avoiding a particularly broad breath of flame from Heat to cause Killer to stumble back. Wave let out a bellow of encouragement for Killer while slighting the firebreather for cheating, just as you sat up from your comfortable recline. 

“You’re in a mood,” you pointed out, nodding towards his persons, “What’s troubling you, Reck? I promise I’ll do my best to-.”

“-Oi, Heat! Stop yer fuckin’ flamethrowers and use yer damn swords! That’s the whole point of this shit,” Wave criticizes his commander, causing you to cringe away from his passionate exhale. Wave turns to face you and gives you an apologetic look, one that you wave away as you rise to stand. 

“I’d like to see you try to face him, Wave!” Heat squawked in his defence, “Aint all that fuckin’ easy. Especially when he-, fuckin’ watch it!” Killer cracked a small and high-pitched chuckle behind his mask, intentionally missing a strike with his whizzing blades close to Heat’s belly. Shaking your head, you return your attention back to the gunslinger finally rearing up on his approach towards you. 

“Go on, Reck. Spit it out,” you nod to the gunslinging Kid Pirate. The navy-haired man gives you a look of absolute disgust before revealing a large, tapered, rectangular vial in his left hand. 

“I can’t live like this anymore,” Reck admitted to you, peering down at the tube and back up to you, “Ever since I read that stupid article you got from Trafalgar, I’ve tried my best to stop my damn cracking, but my whole body feels stiff, and gross, and shit, and I just… I’ve been usin’ this and it’s doing fuck all.” 

Confusion dampened your mind, trying to form the invisible lines between each point your crewmate was making, and what exactly was flooding from his lips. Looking to the amber vial, back up to his furrowed brow and upset gaze, you tilted your head to take him in. 

“-The ones where cracking your joints causes arthritis. I know, I read the whole thing back to front, and front to back,” Reck finished for you, folding his arms with the glass hanging below his elbow, “And I’ve been trying to stop, I really have, and this ointment is fucking bullshit.” 

“What article, Reck?” you ask slowly, “I’ve been reading the one about the aquatic pressure differences regarding below-depths travel. The only other ones I got were-.” 

“What ointment,” you asked him as your hands reached for it, “And are you certain you read all of the article? Also, why are you reading my medical journals?” Your fingers brushed with the glass as he handed the small object over to you. 

“We’re light on regular readin’ stuff, and I like learning? Is there another excuse you’d rather me have? I dunno what to tell you?” Reck shrugged in his defence, a shrug you ignored as your tired and frustrated eyes met with the ointment vial. With a small smack of your lips, you move the glass object in front of the both of you and narrowed your eyes at him.

“First of all, cracking your joints doesn’t cause arthritis. The article was debunking that theory, and Trafalgar sent it to me because I said I was interested in practicing some chiropractic studies for Wave and Wire specifically,” you arched your brow while adding, “And you would know that if you actually read the content, not the bold lettering on the front page that said: ‘Cracking Knuckles Causes Arthritis’. If you looked directly beneath that title, it would also say: ‘The theory debunked in depth by Doctor Kureha’, Reck. Secondly…” 

The gunslinger’s eyes grew concerned and sheepish, avoiding your gaze as you held up the vial with a small shake.

“This is lube.” 

Reck gulped back a dry mouthful of saliva, continuing to avoid your gaze as he fiddled with his fingers: knitting and unknitting them together. You felt the swell of a headache begin to develop at your temples as you gestured to the vial.

“Please tell me you haven’t been drinking it in the hopes it would loosen your joints up.” Reck stared directly at the ground, watching your toes begin to tap against the floor in annoyance. Sucking his lips into his mouth, he gives you a curt nod that he hopes you wouldn’t notice. You groaned, hanging your head back and feeling that headache begin to form at the front of your forehead. 

Taking a moment to collect yourself, you return your gaze to his, now meeting yours for the first time since you chastised him. You pocketed the lubricant and removed your note paper and wrote down several notes. 

“No alcohol, a nice, healthy dose of bismuth subsalicylate, dimenhydrinate, and phosphorated carbohydrate solution for, what I’m assuming, explosive, violent and catastrophic diarrhea, lots of water and electrolytes,” you began spewing out your notations as you wrote them, tearing off the paper and handing it over to him, “And, should you be willing to be a test dummy for me, I need someone to practice chiropractic remedies with releasing joint tension.” 

Reck’s eyes warmed immediately, lips drawing into a smile with affirmation on his tongue at the same time as-.

“-Ah, shit! Doc, Doc!! Need some help down here!” was bellowed by Killer just as a string of extremely explicit curses fled the fire-breather’s lips, “Doc, get down here!” You sighed out in defeat, patting Reck on the chest as you moved past him, muttering under your breath: “It never ends,” while moving down towards your two sparring crewmates. 

“Another day on the Victoria Punk, another day closer towards the doctor crew exchange with the Heart Pirates,” you grit from behind your teeth, catching the focussed attention of your captain loitering beneath the steps. Kid’s eyes grow wide, lips part in shock, and heart hammers close to his throat at your single, spoken confession.

You were leaving the crew.

You were leaving him.

You were leaving him for Trafalgar Law of all people.

And Kid wouldn't stand for it.

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[jevilowo]

Headcanon:

How much the other Mercs can understand Pyro

Scout: Not at all. Won't even try. Literally will just pretend they're on about how cool he is. It drives Pyro insane.

Soldier: Almost every single interaction goes like "mph mph" "LITTLE TIMMY FELL DOWN THE WELL?!?". Soldier can understand them perfectly like once in a blue moon bc funny.

The Other Pyro: They understand each other perfectly and discuss my little pony lore together.

Demo: Understands them well enough but only when hes like the maximum level of drunk. The rest of the time he has to guess based on their tone and body language but how good he is at that depends on how sloshed or un-sloshed he is.

Heavy: The man struggles enough with with english when spoken normally, he's pretty useless at deciphering pyrospeak. He's definitely better at the body language and tone thing than Demo tho, due to having sisters and not being drunk.

Engie: A Sans Undertale situation where most people think he understands them perfectly but he's actually just godlike at reading tone and body language, and decent enough at deciphering the mumbling. I'm pretty sure this is somewhat canon, as the only time Engie has "understood" Pyro was when they made a "nuh-uh" sort of noise which is. Obvious.

Medic: Can't understand much beyond like Yes and No and MEDIC, and is pretty mediocre at tone and body language. Usually just gets Engie to translate. Considering getting Pyro to let him attach a mouth to the outside of the suit.

Sniper: Pretty shit at tone and body language, alright at deciphering the mumbles. One of my headcanons for him was he didn't talk for years as a small child (autism), so I can picture him teaching Pyro some basic Australian sign language.

Spy: He's a spy, and therefore pretty good at deciphering Pyrospeak and tone and body language. He's not as good as Engie, which drives him up the wall.

Miss Pauling: She hasn't really had the time to get used to Pyrospeak (busy), but I can see her getting pretty good at deciphering it over time. She'd probably learn sign language off Sniper too.

Administrator: She was somehow able to understand they wanted more weapons in Meat vs Match so she understands that much at least.

Saxton Hale: That weirdo barely understands Scout. He's probably convinced Pyro is actually just a really obscure species of wilddog that evolved to use flamethrowers.

Zhanna: Same as Heavy, but gains Soldier's ability to understand them occasionally over time.

[the-awful-falafel]

Decided to share a megapost of my Fake Peppino relationship / character dynamic headcanons! Not comprehensive at all but should give a rough outline of my personal interpretation of things at least

PEPPINO:

Peppino and Fake Peppino's relationship is... deeply complicated lol

It's the focus of my brainrot (and utterly central to how I see Fake Peppino's postgame character development happening) so I won't quite get into all the progression and nuances here, but if I had to loosely summarize it, I'd say it's kind of a platonic slowburn "weird uncomfortable doppelganger housemate/employee" + enemies-to-trucies-to-uneasy-friendship situation. Lots of black comedy and ominous horror stuff too

More will be explained / shown off over time, hopefully!

GUSTAVO:

Gustavo generally seems tolerant or even oblivious to Fake Peppino's weirdness, although not to a Noisette extent

He doesn't get caught up in paranoia around Fake Peppino like Peppino does, although the odd behavior and comments the clone sometimes makes can be slightly unsettling

Gustavo casually calls Fake Peppino "Peppino" to be respectful (something that agitates real Peppino) and occasionally tries to encourage Peppino to do the same

Gustavo acts relatively friendly and encouraging to Fake Peppino-- believing in good faith that most of his behavior is harmlessly weird and that, if he's anything like the real Peppino, he could use a friend-- but he often feels out of his depth interacting with him for too long, so in practice it's more of a "cordial acquaintances" situation

Fake Peppino sees Gustavo as a nice friend/fellow chef, first as an extension of Peppino's relationship with him and then later more genuinely

Fake Peppino strongly appreciates Gustavo's penchant for adventure, and will often tag along Gustavo's adventures without asking and without warning when he's in the mood to forage for new ingredients or simply observe

BRICK:

Brick does not like Fake Peppino and she gets a bad vibe from him

Fake Peppino thinks the big rat looks delicious but politely holds off because he assumes that Gustavo is saving all that meat for himself

PEPPERMAN:

Pepperman is mostly face-blind towards humans and cannot tell Peppino and Fake Peppino apart unless they're side by side, and only then just barely

Pepperman somewhat admires the surrealism and ethical quandaries of Fake Peppino's existence, and rambles about it to him whenever he's around

Fake Peppino thinks Pepperman talks way too much and too fancily, and therefore tunes out at least 90% of what the pepper says

Fake Peppino has secretly stolen / borrowed paint from Pepperman before, and once or twice he brought over his weird Peppino caricature doodles to show him and get "art advice"

Fake Peppino has contemplated how Pepperman is an impressively big pepper, but there's no shortage of peppers back at the pizzeria, plus the smell of paint and ego kinda gets in the way

Fake Peppino is very pleased whenever Pepperman confuses him with Peppino

THE VIGILANTE:

Vigilante has only met Fake Peppino a handful of times and doesn't have a lot of knowledge of him or a strong opinion on him, thinking that he seems strange but friendly enough

Later on, Vigilante's opinion skews more pessimistic and he views Fake Peppino's creation as another one of Pizzahead's crimes that he must be held accountable for

Fake Peppino thinks the "cowboy cheese" is nice and helpful for giving him directions in the tower at one point, even though he finds his arsenal of guns and gruff demeanor slightly off-putting

Vigilante is the most likely of the bosses to go missing if there's a cheese supply shortage

Vigilante is also the most likely of the bosses to teach Fake Peppino what a flamethrower is

THE NOISE:

Noise finds Fake Peppino hilarious, seeing him as a total freakshow that mocks Peppino just by existing and being generally absurd

Noise would occasionally visit Fake Peppino in the tower alongside Noisette, mostly to just gawk and encourage the weirdo to do food crimes

Because of this, Noise also doesn't take Fake Peppino seriously-- an approach that has backfired on him a couple times, although he stubbornly refuses to learn. (Noise is good at using intimidation and startling loud noises in a pinch, but it never scares off Fake Peppino permanently)

Noise, when possible, likes to encourage Fake Peppino's general chaos and torment of Peppino, although it's just as likely to get thrown back in his face

Fake Peppino generally likes Noise because he sees him as one of his first regular customers alongside Noisette

However, Fake Peppino doesn't like how evasive Noise is at actually eating the complicated "pizzas" he orders, so he's increasingly determined to get Noise to eat one of his pizzas someday, even if it requires coercive methods

Fake Peppino can be unexpectedly passive-aggressive towards Noise when Noise is being more of a rude asshole than usual, although it's more in a playfully antagonistic sort of way... maybe

Fake Peppino was very confused by the whole NTV movie situation and went off-script a little too much for Noise's liking, but Fake Peppino still went along with it and got paid via expensive pizza ingredients afterwards (money was not enticing enough for him, for some reason)

NOISETTE

Noisette sees Fake Peppino as a funny guy and close friend, sharing both a goofiness and love for making dubiously edible food, and she is thoroughly immune to / oblivious of the horrors

She befriended him back in the tower via getting lost and obliviously stumbling into Peppino's Pizza 2, and her ditzy friendliness, utter lack of fear or acknowledgement of red flags, and promise to visit again led to a much more positive (and safer) interaction than all the previous customers had

Noisette's repeat visits were both because she genuinely found his pizzas "interesting" (... despite the fact they kept giving her violent short-term food poisoning, she assumed it was part of the Italian food experience and she thinks it's important to encourage his creativity) and because she was worried he was lonely, working so hard in his secluded restaurant all the time

Noisette always calls Fake Peppino "Peppino" and wholeheartedly affirms his identity

Noisette's overt tolerance and obliviousness of the horrors is not always a good thing and can lead to her enabling Fake Peppino's more dangerous and maladaptive behavior

Fake Peppino sees Noisette as his first and favorite regular customer, and he'd consider her his first friend too, although the lines between friend and customer are very blurry in Fake Peppino's mind

Fake Peppino visits Noisette on rare occasions (rather than the more common other way around), both because he enjoys her company and because he thinks studying her likes/dislikes up close and integrating them into his pizzas is key to maintaining her patronage

Fake Peppino will play party games and board games with Noisette and Noise when she offers, but he's kinda inattentive and doesn't follow the rules (it's okay because half of the rules Noisette makes up / doesn't care about either, and Noise cheats)

GEROME:

Gerome doesn't interact with Fake Peppino much, and when he does, he mostly just regards him with either vague interest or pity

Gerome is aware of the cloning lab and Fake Peppino's true nature/purpose, and has had a lot of experience with his brother's clones-- as a result, Gerome is pessimistic about the Fake Peppino's ability or willingness to change from what he is

Fake Peppino sees Gerome as the small stone man who sleeps all the time, and is interested by his janitorial work, but otherwise doesn't have much of an opinion on him either

PILLAR JOHN

John regards Fake Peppino with a similar sort of pity as Gerome does, although it mostly leads to him expressing sympathy and solidarity towards Peppino over both of them being cloned by Pizzahead and having awkward interactions with said clones after the tower collapsed

Fake Peppino doesn't really know John, but he was warned extensively to never touch the pillars holding up each level gate, no matter how tempting it may be to kick one over

Fake Peppino still follows this rule after the events of the game, even though this pillar is now walking around, but his curiosity will probably get the best of him one of these days

PIZZAFACE

Pizzaface has no opinion on Fake Peppino because he's a (secret) robot/mech whose autopilot AI is quite basic and limited-- he's obedient/loyal to Pizzahead and nobody else

Fake Peppino doesn't understand why you would make a pizza that isn't for eating

PIZZAHEAD

Pizzahead is directly responsible for creating Fake Peppino along with all the other clones, and even though the results didn't match his original "Better Peppino" design concept 1:1, he doesn't care and doesn't see it as a failure at all-- he thinks it's much funnier and more entertaining this way

Pizzahead doesn't really perceive Fake Peppino as a person or sapient entity deserving respect -- he sees Fake Peppino more like a fun new custom-built toy, guard monster, and walking punchline of a joke at Peppino's expense, all rolled into one

Pizzahead doesn't openly mistreat Fake Peppino, necessarily-- he's goofy and irreverent towards him for the most part, just like how he acts towards most other people-- but he certainly exploits and manipulates certain aspects of Fake Peppino's behavior for his own amusement, and saw leaving Fake Peppino on the fourth floor with minimal safeguards as the funniest possible thing to do with him. Look and watch the weird freak go! Wooooo!

Pizzahead is very affirming and encouraging of Fake Peppino believing himself to be really Peppino, mostly to better exploit/manipulate his behavior and to better egg on his established aggression towards "other Peppinos" in preparation for him being sicced on the real Peppino

Pizzahead's inability to take anything seriously extends to even the most bizarre, horrific, and dangerous of his creations, in a way that would probably backfire if it weren't for his power and cartoonish immunity

Pizzahead probably would have gotten bored of and abandoned Fake Peppino at some point if Peppino hadn't destroyed the tower

After the events of the game, Pizzahead is surprised by Fake Peppino's reduced aggression towards Peppino and has attempted to sneakily exploit Fake Peppino's behavior once more to see if he can generate any more funny conflict, but it's not very effective as Fake Peppino has already formed his own ambiguous goals and doesn't really have a reason to listen to Pizzahead anymore-- although he still cheerfully takes the "advice" into consideration

Fake Peppino doesn't know that Pizzahead is responsible for his existence, nor is he aware he was even created in the first place. (Fake Peppino would not believe Pizzahead if he told him, either)

Fake Peppino likes and respects Pizzahead as the tower's owner who pulled him out of the laboratory and gifted him important advice and a restaurant free of charge, but Fake Peppino is otherwise somewhat ambivalent and isn't even particularly loyal to the pizza, instead being obsessed with working the restaurant and working hard at being Peppino

Fake Peppino doesn't quite like Pizzahead's tendency to cartoon-logic grab and deposit him in new locations at random, as he (usually) dislikes being grabbed or touched and Pizzahead doesn't have much regard for his personal space, but it thankfully doesn't happen often enough for it to be a major concern, just an uneasy irritation

Fake Peppino is very curious about what Pizzahead's pizza head tastes like and has attempted to bite it off twice, to no success and Pizzahead barely acknowledging it aside from casually clamping Fake Peppino's jaws shut / sidestepping it and causing Fake Peppino to faceplant

[scozthewoz]

the mercs and their aim

i've returned from my journey to the mountains to learn from the ancient monks. i am a better man now. oh yeah, and i have more headcanons

scout ▪︎ absolute dogshit aim. even if you manage to get him to stand still, he doesn't measure his shots whatsoever and - in the case of his pistol - will unload the whole clip into whatever he's shooting at relying on probable chance that he'll hit it at least once.

soldier ▪︎ also horrible aim. much like scout, erratic, random, and inaccurate. possibly worse than scout in fact. there's a resson his primary is something that produces large explosions. he doesn't try at all, he thinks the spirit of america will take the wheel and the power of patriotism alone will guide his righteous bullet where it needs to go. it doesn't. he won't learn his lesson.

pyro ▪︎ not very great aim - and the mask does not help. there's no way she can see well at all through that shit. he doesn't enjoy having to focus in his shots and prefers the blisssful sweeping destruction of the flamethrower. better than scout and soldier though. when they lock onto a target, they can pretty reliably hit it.

demoman ▪︎ horrible. he's got zero depth perception on account of the missing eye, stacked on top of the double vision and uncoordination that tags along with being constantly drunk. once again the only reason he hits things is because his primary is explosion based.

heavy ▪︎ considering most of his guns fire ten thousand rounds a minute with a sweeping range, he is not good when it comes to aiming one singular shot of something. he's used to mowing things down with little technical effort on his part. however, i imagine he's also had an interest in non-miniguns and knows his way around one, so he isn't totally hopeless. he'll probably get it in the ballpark.

engineer ▪︎ with machines that do the work for him and his primary being a gun that scatters, he's also unused to having to actually aim at things. HOWEVER! he can be pretty good. he's a country boy, he grew up shooting bottles in the backyard! he's become sort of reliant on the sentries, and he needs some warming up before he can really get accurate with it. the muscle memory is there.

medic ▪︎ pretty decent. i imagine he's nearsighted, so even with his glasses his accuracy gets worse the farther away his target is. without his glasses he's complete ass. he's quite unpracticed considering he doesn't have to aim much, but he can reliably hit a target within the ballpark at least, and he knows which spots will hurt the most or kill the quickest.

sniper ▪︎ he's a sniper, aiming is his job, and he's godly at it. he can hit things that are far away & moving with considerable accuracy. he has incredibly keen eyesight and when he locks in, the whole world dissapears except his target. it applies in other areas too. he'll throw something into the trash can and make it 100% of the time. if he tried basketball he'd swish the net every single toss, even from across the court. don't even fucking try him at darts. not only the best aim on the team, but possibly the planet.

spy ▪︎ extremely good aim, though not on sniper's level. he usually has a certain area on the target in mind, and he will hit it an overwhelming majority of the time. however, his focus can be broken very easily. if he doesn't have quiet and stillness, it's much more difficult for him, and his accuracy decreases a lot. he's not good with moving targets, nor ones that are super far away. very reliable overall though.

[astrofhobia]

Dancing - MaSM

Sun/Moon.

Moon was working in his laboratory, his hands were busy soldering some things, while his body moved to the music playing on the speakers near him. His lips murmured the lyrics of the songs that were played randomly. From time to time he made small trips to obtain tools or materials that were not within reach.

He feels calm, motivated.

Until he heard the humming of the daycare theme along with bells that collided with each other and happy footsteps that seemed to be small jumps.

Sun is here.

The night attendant ignored him, he was really in a good mood right now, he didn't need to be bothered.

Sun got as close as he could, wrapping his arms around Moon from behind, giving him a hug that almost managed to take Moon's feet off the ground. This action caused Moon to drop the soldering iron, damaging the table where he was working a little, of course. , the daytime assistant did not realize his clumsiness and that he almost caused an accident.

Still, Moon didn't push him away.

Moon didn't make much of an effort to get rid of Sun either, he didn't care in the slightest. —Can I know what you are doing here?

Sun let him go. —I just wanted to know where my super duper best friend was! You spend a lot of time here... What are you doing?— Moon could swear he saw Sun's blue pupils turn into perfect stars.

It was pretty to see.

—Gun that shoots fire.

—...A flamethrower?

—No. A gun that shoots fire instead of bullets is different.

Sun blinked. He didn't say anything, he didn't care much anyway, he had only come here to be with Moon.

Sun tried to hug him once more but his counterpart was faster, moving so as not to be caught by the happier one's arms, it was comical to see how Sun hugged the air.

Moon gave a small laugh at that.

And Sun, hypnotized by the other's laughter, couldn't help but put on a silly smile.

They were both idiots.

Some happy idiots.

Then, they went back to their typical routine. Moon went back to working on his projects and Sun looked around the lab once again, as if he didn't know the place by heart and where everything was. He casually picked up a tool that caught his attention and couldn't hurt him in any way. Everyone was in their own world but they were happy to be in the same room, together.

That was until Sun heard the rhythm of a song he knew himself. The rhythm began to spread through his body, starting with a light tap of his feet, then humming between his lips and before he knew it he was singing the song while moving his body to the rhythm of the song.

He seemed happy as he received applause from his huge audience of one. Moon.

Moon put his work aside when Sun stole all his attention, he didn't say anything, he just watched him dance around the laboratory clapping from time to time.

Sun did not miss this detail.

As soon as he noticed that Moon was looking at him he approached, crossed his hands with his bluish ones before pulling him with him to the center of the laboratory. Neither of them were experts at dancing, but spinning together was a good way to improvise.

And that's what they did.

As they spun, they couldn't help but sing the music as loud as they could. —If your little mouth were made of chocolate, if your little mouth were made of chocolate, I would pass it, bat that bat!—they sang in unity.

They both laughed.

They both danced.

They both sang.

Even if they didn't know the slightest idea what they were doing.

But they were happy like that.

Being stupid.

Some fools in love.

The emotion surpassed Sun's limit, without thinking about it, he put his face with one of Moon's cheeks, leaving a kiss followed by another and then another.

Moon let out a light laugh, hugging Sun's waist.

Cute.

[pyro-tf2-but-trans]

After extensive research (scrolling down on my blog a few times) I noticed I have never headcanoned ages, so for my reemergence, here’s how old I think the mercs are and some other stuff :)

Scout

23 (im pretty sure this is canon)

Born April 8th

has a fuckass tooth gap, needed braces as a kid that he hated and refuses to wear his retainer now (medic does NOT approve)

terrible diet, he's only so thin because of his occupation and insane metabolism. He hasn't seen a vegetable since last time he visited his ma.

On that note, he's also TERRIBLE about drinking water and gets confused as to why he always has a headache.

boyfailure <3

decent cook, actually

as in the food he makes is edible, despite however it might look visually

grew up just outside of Boston

Keeps random shit on his walls, constantly needs more thumbtacks. Posters, post its, stickers, pictures, signs... why is there a fucking SPOON taped next to his door this is ridiculous.

Sometimes he catches himself sucking his thumb at his big age, the loser

when he was a kid he got bullied for not looking like his siblings like at all

Soldier

38

born July 3rd (WHY COULDN'T YOU HOLD HIM IN A LITTLE LONGER, MOM.)

world war autism

both as in intensity and special interest

First got into US military type stuff hearing about the Vietnam war as a kid, it fascinated him and made him absolutely determined to help

grew up in Minnesota, ironically HATES the cold

typa guy to make himself run laps and junk if he realized he was being rude to women or something

probably ace, yes I know he has children shut up

Pyro

probably the youngest on the team, maybe 25?

born December 20th

facial dysmorphia :(

they have burn scars all over their body from an old memory they've since pushed deep into the back of their head

they can handle not wearing their suit if they absolutely have to, but avoid mirrors lest they stare into it for a long time not quite recognizing the person looking back at them

medic and engie are really the only ones that have seen them outside of the suit more than once

sorry that got sad lol

anyway they hate being infantilized, not only for being the youngest but also for being delusional

it doesn't happen as often as you'd think, at least. But sometimes medic will baby talk them when they're getting a checkup or scout will say something ignorant. They can ignore it but it gets annoying.

they enjoy chocolate ice cream

a fan of the cold in general

pretty handy, actually. They built their flamethrowers and a good few of their melee weapons, engie taught them a lot.

cutting this short cause I've been yapping about pyro for too long

Demoman

36

born January 31st

has only actually been to Scotland like twice, he was born in the us with his mum, just grew up with her long enough to gain the accent anyway

doesn't know a lick of Gaelic, sorry. Obviously words like "bonnie" and "Gob" slip out, but that's just basic Scottish vocabulary lmao

he has a collection of eye patches, he thinks his missing eye is kinda cool when he isn't annoyed about his lack of depth perception

he uses bombs specifically because of his lack of depth perception, actually, since as long as he hits within the vicinity of his target he usually wins

he's a fan of the outdoors, hangs around sniper sometimes

crazy smart, specifically a chemistry nerd (obviously) but he can answer crazy specific questions on anything. this also means he's very good at converting measurements, if you're ever baking or something lol

that last part specifically helps whenever the European dweebs say something metric and the Americans need a translator.

"yeah that's 55 kilometers away" "..." "that's about 34 miles, lad" "oooohhh"

Heavy

54, the eldest

born August 16th

hes generally pretty good at English, but certain words annoy him

like colorful? jump

likes working out with soldier, specifically lifting. The most wholesome gym bros.

helps short people reach things on tall shelves

not a whole lot I haven't already said about him lol

Engineer

42

born June 10th

horrific blue eye stare

get brown eye contacts I'm scared

scout clings to him almost as much as pyro does, actually.

he doesn't mind all that much, at least

speaks Spanish pretty fluently, though he has a very obvious accent and has yet to master rolling his Rs, he's trying his best at least <3

he's a fan of fall

used to be the worlds most annoying angsty teenager, if you can believe it

grew out of it, obviously, but he still has a crap ton of old vinyl records of all the rock bands he used to listen to in secret in a box somewhere

(if you're wondering, his parents were NOT fans)

he has four siblings! he's the second eldest, two sisters and two brothers

knows a bit of medical stuff from medic, its how he put the healing factor into the dispenser

Medic

46

born March 19th

never went to medical school, but he did quite a bit of studying in both human anatomy and biology

so yeah he never had a medical license in the first place lol

he has a collection of bones and other bits (organs, wet specimens, etc etc)

human? animal? yes

the med bay smells like birds, its not sanitary

he's a good medic despite all of these, though! just double check that you have all your guts in order before and after an operation! scout still has a bird in his chest, after all.

off topic but he also has really thick hair that sheds a lot, like if he lays down somewhere you can find a bunch of black hairs like little snakes all over the place

^hes just like me for real!

like weirdly beefy? that medigun is heavier than it looks, and the backpack is even heavier

hed be a fan of squid game in a modern au

Sniper

30

born February 23rd

weirdly cagey about his birthday?? like he'll tell you if you ask but he'll be all like "what?? why do you need to know that??"

his footsteps don't make noise, he regularly startles people (scout) by just walking into a room and just standing there

sushi fan

like never gets sick, probably from being outside all the time his whole life but his immune system is made out of steel

medic finds this fascinating lol

blind as hell without his glasses

shaves with his knife just because he thinks its cool lmao

he has a scar on his cheek because of this though he lies and says its because he almost got hit by an enemy sniper

loser hides under his hat when he's embarrased

kisses him with tongue

Spy

50

born ??? (he says a different date every time someone asks)

THIS BITCH ISNT EVEN FRENCH!!!!!

grew up in like Nevada and puts on the whole french thing to be more anonymous

fuck is a petite chou fleur?? your little cauliflower?? come on now

#spyhater

no but I do think he is a spy, and a very good one at that (he managed to convince everyone he's french, after all)

he was supposed to be on a way more advanced team but got misplaced but he was useful on the team so he stayed there (and he felt guilty about leaving his son yet again)

needed braces as a kid, wears his retainer religiously

he's visibly uncomfortable with having his mask off, but not in the same way pyro is. He hates the idea of being seen more than they hate seeing themselves.

If he doesn't like you he won't make it obvious, but he'll just. stare at you for an uncomfortable amount of time. not even in a death glare way, more like he's calculating how many ways he could make you vanish into thin air

sniper thinks he's neat

[howi99]

Pyrrha: Someone needs to stop her!

Jaune: OR, and hear me out on this one: We wait 5 minutes until the others arrive. Whatever she is searching there, she still needs to get out of there eventually and there's only one staircase!

Pyrrha: But-

Jaune: No, i will NOT let you die a stupid death because YOU feel entitled to a "destiny" Which is clearly to get killed if it's to go alone against a fucking flamethrower who, i may had, killed the headmaster IN A MATTER OF MINUTES!

Pyrrha: And what if she find what she's looking for?

Jaune: Of all the places to put a "relic", i doubt the headmaster would be dumb enough to put it under his cocoa mug!

Pyrrha: And how would you know that?

Jaune: I don't know how but i DO know the things she is searching isn't there. Maybe Ozpin told me when you were getting the maiden power?

Pyrrha: *look at the tower* 20 minutes. And if no one is there, i will at least try something.

Jaune: *sigh of relief* Enough to get Ruby or Qrow here.

Pyrrha: Ruby and who?

Jaune: The alcoholic uncle of Ruby (weird, how do i know that?). Since Ozpin died i got the feeling i should trust the dusty old crow. (What am i saying?!) Now miss Ni- i mean Pyrrha- god damn headaches.

Pyrrha: ... Jaune?

Jaune: I'm fine Gly- i mean Pyrrha. Just a bit confused that's all. God i'd kill for my mug right now. *Eyes flashing colors* GOD MY HEAD!

Pyrrha: JAUNE!?

Jaune: *out of breath* It's like my *try staying up* soul is *fall to the ground, unconscious*

[cultkinkcoven]

A very interesting conversation I had with Lucifer that I think about constantly

me: I don’t understand why a God would create humans only to give them lives full of suffering and cruelty, seems sadistic. See if I was a God I would never do that.

Lucifer: … my love… did you not add extreme violence to your sims game? You were presented with a world that did not have murder and willfully chose to add it. You shot every house on the block with a flamethrower love.

me: w-well,,

Lucifer: and your ocs… didn’t you give them all traumatic lore just to make them more interesting ? Why kill their parents AND give them ptsd? He’s missing an eye!

me: w-well that’s different b-because

Lucifer: Isn’t one of your favourite hobbies writing stories about fucked up people doing fucked up things? Baby all of your favourite movies are psychological horrors

me: … I- uh

Lucifer: You are made in God’s image, and whenever you get the opportunity to imagine a person, you do exactly what God does. Give them strife, character development, and interesting stories. The cruelty of the human mind is second only to the mind of God. I’ve seen what you do in your sims game, those are war crimes my dear.

me:

[harukamitsuki]

So I was looking around the bnha subreddit and found a forum asking who everyone's least favorite hero (besides endeavor because that would be too obvious). One comment talked about how uwabami wasted momo and itsukas potential, and one of the replies said this about momo:

live suchusoid reaction:

I'd tear this argument down myself, but I'm to tired and hungry, so I was wondering what your thoughts on this were.

Ugghhhh, it's 1 AM. I was gonna leave the rest of my asks for a more motivated me.

This has, officially, motivated me. For this ask specifically, the rest of y'all will have to wait.

So!

Momo's quirk is insanely powerful. Her quirk is creating objects out of her lipids, though the measure is never really clear.

She isn't even fazed by creating a canon. Which! By the way! A canon is roughly 600kg. Six. Hundred.

That is over 10 times her weight. And that isn't even the limit.

All we know is that she cannot create living organisms, but it's also not clear if this includes things such as bacteria. Because it's unclear, I'll only look at inanimate objects.

Momo is literally only held back by her creativity, and thus Horikoshi's creativity.

She's insanely powerful and versatile.

Oh, the villain has a fire quirk? Time to make a fite extinguisher!

Oh, the villain has a wood-based quirk? Time to make a flamethrower!

Oh, a civillian is bleeding out? Time to create a medkit!

Oh, someone's drowning? Time to make an oxygen tank!

Her quirk is only limited by what she knows and her ability to think on the fly. That is all. Because there is no known limit to how much she can make.

It isn't that her quirk isn't OP, it's that Horikoshi didn't allow Momo to use her quirk to her full capacity.

Like, against Tokoyami, she could have easily created flashbombs to weaken him, or a flamethrower to keep a consistent amount of light.

She could destroy Bakugou simply by creating gunpowder and throwing it at him - he'd blow himself up. Or making a hose and spraying him.

Most of all: she could make a gun. Like, it's so weird that so many mangakas forget that guns exist, because so many people in MHA could be beaten by a gun.

Momo has the ability to create anything she needs to beat her opponent. It's literally just her ability to adapt and her (or Horikoshi's) creativity.

Fucking– LOOK AT FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST!

Ed is far more limited in his alchemy than Momo is with her quirk, in that he can only transmute things if the cost is equivalent. But he's still far more creative than Momo is in the use of his abilities.

Heck, even Senkuu from Dr. Stone has more creativity than Momo, and he doesn't have any supernatural abilities.

Momo's quirk is OP, and she would be awful as plain fanservice.

I'm not against fanservice. Heck, I love both One Piece and Fairy Tail - fan service is not unwelcome. But, fan service should be done in moderation and some series just don't need it. Also, the context does matter.

Bringing up FMA again, the only fan service we get is from Lust who, shocker, is the personification of lust. Her entire being is lustful, so it makes complete sense for her to be fan service. But she also serves other purposes, and doesn't exist solely for fan service.

In MHA, it's fine to include fan service if it has a point.

Mount Lady is introduced via fan service to show how female heroines have to act in order to gain fame. Uwabami emphasises this, as does Midnight.

However, a theme that was (attempted to be) shown was 'Old vs New Generation'. All those heroines showcasing their fan service were part of the older generation, and the new one was supposed to change the status quo.

Momo and Kendou were both shown to be disgruntled at the idea of using their sexuality to gain fame, and were far more focused on actually becoming heroes and bettering their abilities.

To say that Momo should have only existed for fan service is completely missing the point and invalidating her character.

If anything, she should have been able to show skin without it being sexualised. In the same way male fan service was used to show strength, Momo (and other female characters) should have had fan service to show their strength, rather than being sexualised.

People like the person in that image frustrate me, because they have no idea what they're talking about.

"At best, a canon that doesn't move," NO!

At best, a fucking hydrogen bomb. She could create nuclear weapons. She could do so much, it's Horikoshi who limits her.

[remember-the-fanfics]

Omg I’d love to hear about the earth born reader’s dynamics with the cast!

You get the whole info about the reader because :D

(Y/n) (Middle Name) (L/n)

Age- 17-21

Gender- Nonbinary (They/them)

Height- 5'0 - 5'6

Appearance-

Demon-ish look

• Purple eyes that look like cat eyes

• Pointy ears and sharp teeth

• Claw looking finger that wouldn't actually cut anything

• Hair is multiple color with (h/c) and (any color), hair looks ruffled all the time. Goes to your shoulder.

• Magic necklace to let you look like this is solid metal to not be easily broken.

Human look

• Base human look

• Hair is less ruffled, still a slight mess.

Info

• Clothes are mostly given by any of the main cast, minus a whole suit that Alastor got you fitted for along with a skirt and pants. Charlie did buy you some clothes in your size since most of the cast is taller than you.

• Either you can here by a portal made by some certain imps and got booted to the pride level with how your soul is closest to a sinner and that just whiplash you enough to forget; or random magic nonsense or ritual that someone close to you did and accidentally got you into hell.

• Have yet to figure out the person who gave you the necklace. Maybe someone who use to be in your shoes long time ago.

• Charlie and Vaggie go between acting like your moms or your annoyed older sisters (mostly Vaggie)

• Alastor treats you like a child, like a distant weird uncle when you get to know him more. Gives you random gifts, most get taken away by being deadly weapons by Vaggie.

• Angel Dust reminds you of an annoying older brother or Cousin, that has a 10 year gap between each other. Protective, isn't as sexual in your presence still is though. Never talks about work to you.

• Husk, doesn't let you drink any alcohol even if you want to. Says you're too young, has so water or soda at the bar for you. Definitely an uncle.

• Niffty, weird short hyperactive aunt that hates bugs and loves cleaning. Talks to you about any interest men she sees, also gifts you less deadly weapons or anything interesting she finds. Has given you a bottle of bleach with no context.

• You would kill for any of the pets including Razzle and Dazzle, those two would kill for you too after Charlie request they watched over you as well

• Lucifer mistook you as Vaggies kid and then also Charlie when he learned that the two were dating and that they found you together. Even after finding out that you weren't technically their kid, he would still act like granddad that missed out on half your life and gift you random things, mostly ducks when you said they looked cute.

• Charlie had to tell him not to gift you anymore ones that can produce fire. You've near caught the hotel on fire 3 times and everyone in the cross fire.

• You gave sad puppy eyes for days afterwards towards everyone.

• Sir Pentious had to be tell directly not to make you any deadly weapons after he gave you a hand-held flamethrower when he fell for your puppy eyes.

• Now, Vaggie has collection of weapons that everyone gives you that you almost hurt someone and yourself.

• Everyone defense is that you don't use you demon powers when in danger, not knowing you aren't an actual sinner.

• So you only have a certain few weapons to keep you safe when out if the hotel.

• Charlie and Vaggie know the most of your past that you willing talk about. Knows about your direct family, that you died young.

• Charlie got you as a guest because she doesn't think you should actually be a sinner. Minus the fires that you've accidentally started, you could be here for a pyromaniac.

• But then you apologized right after, not many it to happen.

• The main cast have tried to figure out why you got sent here.

• Alastor doesn't really care, thinking you barely just sinned enough to got sent here.

[maveras-posts]

Slasher House Part:♾️

✨How it’s like living with the slashers✨:

I swear it’s like a bunch of teenagers!

The others have attempted any times to teach Micheal modern slang and technology (For fucks sake he has stuck a fork in an outlet and the DAMN TOASTER)

He has lots of candy stashed in random spots throughout town and the old Myers house

Micheal is very fond of ✨CanDy CoRN✨ sour gummies

Also Micheal and Jason are VERY MUCH on the spectrum!

Bubba is very childish when you get to know him but is very short tempered

NEVER comment on how he looks or stare for too long

Sam is just like a kid so we must preserve the innocence (Freddy taught him no no words😒)

Ghostface is also very friendly, and a joker

Highkey reminds me of deadpool in a twisted way

Art is another ball game… (gaslighting is his middle name)

Pennywise does his own thing most the time but is quite friendly and fun to be around.

Out of all of them you’d feel safest with Sam and Jason they are teddy bears

Sam is the least problematic one there along with Jason it’s like the two toddlers found eachother

Freddy likes to bully everybody except for Art and he tried with Sam —

Art fucking pulled a flamethrower out last time he tried to pick on Sam—

Ghostface and Freddy have karaoke nights (much to Michael’s dismay) Sam is raging in the background

My man Michael needs his 8 Hours

Pennywise and Art also bunk together in the basement…don’t go down there! (Art has the good kush it’s MINE—)

The playground and clown cafe are a vibe I just can’t get the damn ✨SONG✨ out my head🤬

Pennywise is a recluse we forget he lives here sometimes🤷‍♀️ (He Sleeps A LOT)

The 🍃 circle with Art is lit as fuck!

Ghost is very funny and his room is a vibe he can go on for hours about scary movies (Imagine purple and orange lights with tons of movie posters and his collectibles on shelves 😭)

Family game nights are banned now, everyone fought with eachother

Micheal is not allowed to operate any stoves or toasters… HE SHUT THE POWER OFF OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD😑

NO ALCOHOL for Jason (the FBI still can decipher what happened…)

Art may or may not have dared him to shots and he just took chilled water💀 (Jason is a virgin to alcohol)

Art sends Sam to do his dirty work💀 Sam took all of Freddy’s left shoes and threw glitter in all of Micheal’s drawers 😒 Art also gave Sam a lighter😭

Micheal is the only one with Law and Order he is like the father of all these damn children

The people voted and I answered MANY wanted the slasher house to continue, I’ve added a couple more into the house and I just realized I fucking missed the chance to make Fourth of July headcanons for them forgive me council😭 I hope everyone enjoys this dumpster fire and again requests and recommendations are open!

Love You Sick Things!

🖤Mavera🫶

@michaelmyers-isdaddy @slasherholic @slasherwife @slasherfxcker @getmeoutofhell @gloopunknown @slasherhaven @arttheclown-coveredinblood @rosehilol @spookystree @michaelmyersleftfoot

[thedeadestmeme]

absolutely could’ve been a world where Alexei survived.

while Joyce was packing up her kiddos to go to California, Alexei was moving in with Murray since that’s the only safe place for him. and since his life’s already at risk bc he’s considered a traitor, he’s left to stay home while Joyce and Murray go on their rescue mission.

i would love if Alexei would be Murray’s version of Suzie. like, in a moment of absolute panic, the characters would find a way to call him. and the scene cuts to Alexei, sitting on Murray’s couch with a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. he’s chuckling at some cartoon, mumbling to himself about the silliness of it. and he hears the phone ring. and it’s genuinely surprising bc that phone NEVER rings.

instantly, he knows it has to be Murray. he knows it has to be serious bc Murray would never call, unless it was life-threatening.

so, we get a silly moment of Alexei trying to happily answer the phone bc even tho it could be dire, he hasn’t gotten to speak to anyone in a week. (it’s been lonely at the bunker!!) and Murray’s trying not to scream into the phone bc “yes, yes, it’s been a lovely trip. we’ve really loved the sightseeing. snow, snow, and — oh, look! more snow! it’s just great. anyway, as i was saying—.”

the scene of Murray with the flamethrower, but he’s extra motivated by the idea of getting back home to his roommate.

before that, there’s a moment of Murray complaining about Alexei in every other scene. like, he totally knows that Alexei’s probably eaten all their cereal. he keeps saying that he’s dreading that he’ll have to go shopping when he gets home. he keeps telling Joyce about all these specific things that Alexei does that annoy him, but the more that he talks, the more obvious it is that he really misses the surprisingly domestic life that he and Alexei have built.

throughout all of it, Joyce keeps staring at Murray and trying to figure out if Murray knows that he might care about Alexei as more than a roommate/best friend.

bonus content: if Eddie made it, i can totally imagine that he’d somehow end up at Murray’s bunker.

everyone’s worried bc Eddie needs a place to stay until they’ve figured out how to clear his name. and Nancy’s like “…i think i actually might know a guy.”

now, cue Eddie having to deal with two dysfunctional gays looking after him. he’s actually surprised bc he ends up becoming buddies with Alexei, despite the language barrier — which Alexei’s been working hard to fix with Murray’s help.

it’s actually really nice. Eddie’s surprised to discover how much he relates to Alexei. not only do they both have the displeasure of being on house arrest until the world’s safe enough for them to return to, but Alexei knows a thing or two about feeling ostracized by others. there’s some other stuff, but that’s definitely the biggest thing for Eddie.

by the end of it, Eddie feels seen for the first time in his life by these two.

he has some really good talks with Murray bc Murray knows way too much about ostracized by his peers — he lives in a bunker that’s totally off the grid for a reason. anyway, he’s been called many things by way too many people. but at the end of the day, he knows who he is. he knows that he isn’t the best guy, but he isn’t a bad guy either. he knows that he doesn’t prefer people, but he can be pretty personable when he wants to be. and he knows that he’d rather live in a way that makes him happy than try to fit to any standard. so, if Eddie finds happiness in trying to learn those loudass guitar riffs and dressing like a punk, Murray doesn’t see any problem with it.

Eddie doesn’t realize that he *might* have been adopted until Steve makes a passing comment about how they’ve become kinda protective. it’s probably something like Eddie’s first time out in a while bc they’ve deemed it safe. so, Steve’s probably brought Nancy, Robin, and Dustin to come take Eddie out for some actual fun. and the whole time that Steve’s picking Eddie up, he’s like “wow. this reminds me of when i’d pick up a girl for a date, but her dad is definitely trying to intimidate me into being on my best behavior.”

and he tells Eddie that. and Eddie, who’s definitely not used to having guardians that care enough to do that, just goes — “…huh. ya don’t say.”

spoiler— Eddie’s definitely not used to having parent figures that not only care about his wellbeing, but they’re also very present in his life. it feels strange bc he’s had to be independent for all his life, but now he’s gained a support system as he’s entering adulthood. that being said, Murray and Alexei are just wacky enough that Eddie’s totally okay with it.