#pilot.txt

[starmocha]

Xavier playing the piano for his baby

Rafayel singing a Lemurian lullaby to his baby

Sylus singing a lullaby to his baby (THE BABY LIKES IT because she's also tone-deaf like him)

Zayne helplessly playing the kalimba for his baby (both of them are suffering)

Caleb singing a lullaby to his baby (MC is suffering)

[vhscrow]

replaying an old favorite thanks to the news :]

[drmflm]

I LOVE SEVENTEENS NEW COMEBACK SM?! the visuals, grfx, lyrics and songs are all so refreshing and energizing?? and that kung chi pak ji kung kung chi pakji chorus has been reverberating in my head 24/7 for the last day lmaoooo (esp knowing the inside joke behind it i just cant 🥺 they’re so precious and cute and funny 😭)

[cosmic-estuary]

a long overdue pinned post.

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[last edited 11/10/23]

[glowinthedarkceilingstars]

ur welcome everyone

@ mcr put mad gear on spotify cowards

[hardwaregore]

if youre one of the people who witnessed me go back into full teenage pilot mode over trigun a couple months ago and are still here: thanks and i am so sorry

[drmflm]

OMG ELV OMG 😱🥺 THEYRE SO STUNNING?!?! this is honestly the sweetest thing, thank u so much 🥺💞💖 they’re gorgeous!! 🥰 best birthday ever 😍💝

dk & hao for @joonlery

[jackvent]

i feel like, when i say i hate myself, no one takes it seriously. i mean, why should they? at this point, everyone hates themselves, dont they? it’s not big deal i guess. it’s just more exhausting than anything. exhausting. being in public drains me... the idea of people having to lay their eyes on me is honestly repulsing? my existence is disgusting, and damaging. it’s embarrassing. everytime i speak, move, breathe i am engulfed in terrible heart-wrenching despair because i know what i did was wrong and gross and irritating and bothersome and i know i keep bothering people and i know i am gross and i know i am ugly but no one cares? people act like its nothign but as soon as im gone i know i know te are talking theya re saying nothing aut bad the are telling more people letting everyoen know of the terrible things im capable f and all the terrible thingd i have done to them how i will ruin them and hurt tem and how you must stay away sta away from me before you are hurt to before you are sucked into tjsi void of grusome despair where nothting is happy there is no pride htere is nothing but shame and guilt mroe merely opening my omouth fills me wiuth dread

[dameron2]

i deserve worse than this..

[starmocha]

Ok now I'm curious, which one of the kids is an actual 95% innocent sweetheart? (cause I figure MC's menace genes are always present in some way so it's never a 100%) or the closest to it?

Is it baby Coral? 🥹🥹🥹

Ooohhhh ok, this is how I see their genetics working lol

Snowdrop — 95% Zayne in terms of looks, personality, and behavior, but MC's 5% menace gene is there to wreak havoc. As he grows older, that gene gets stronger and will soon dominate over most of the personality traits he inherited from his father 💀

Birdie — 50% Sylus, 50% MC. Baby girl is a perfect blend of her parents' genes. 🙂‍↕️ But Sylus delights when her mom's personality traits shine through (when she's mad/feisty lmao).

Coral — 60% Rafayel, 40% MC. A near perfect blend of both, but his Lemurian side is slightly overpowering MC's genes. Baby Coral is the sweetest out of all the toddlers. Aside from his lullaby time with Rafayel (non-negotiable, zero leniency. he must have his lullaby time with his dad 🥺), he is the most easy-going of all the toddlers and rarely gets upset or cause trouble (intentionally).

Starlight — 10% Xavier, 90% MC lmao baby girl inherited her father's hair and eye colors, and narcolepsy......and that's it. 💀 Her personality and behavior are mostly her mother's, but Xavier adores that, so he's thrilled that his daughter is practically a mini-MC he is so whipped for them both lmao 🥹

Pilot — 100% Caleb 2.0 in looks, behavior, personality, and the cilantro-hating gene, I fear. Baby boy took one look at his mom's genes and went "nah, I'm good, ma 🙂‍↔️" 💀

[drmflm]

y’all an update,,, i got my first set of midterms back and AYYYYYYYYY LETS GOOOOO

[glowinthedarkceilingstars]

everytime i listen to mcr i feel gayer

[starmocha]

Ok I'm gonna throw this plot bunny here but feel absolutely free to ignore it

I was wondering when the kids are a older, maybe around 8 or 10, and say they get themselves in done serious trouble, maybe they go somewhere they know they shouldn't because it's dangerous, lots of wanderers sights there and they end up getting hurt, which of the dads would get super mad--after the initial panic and eventual relief once they make sure their kid is alright--who do you think would get so mad they'd be shaking? Of course it's all because they're scared, they could've actually lost their kid...

I'm basing this on my own experience cause my dad's very calm and rational so whenever he got really mad it was lowkey scary 😂

In my opinion, Raf losing it and scolding his kid would be scary cause he's probably the kind of dad who's always finding excuses for his baby and saving him from MC's scolding, so him being so mad would be unsettling. He's already the most emotional of the guys, so afraid of losing MC, I can't even imagine how terrified he'd be in that situation, almost losing his little treasure, he warned him so much to be careful...

And Zayne who's always keeping his cool and being very rational--seeing him being distraught and mad at the same time would be scary too. You know when he yelled at the prisoners in his card during tomorrow's catch 22?? that took me out, never heard him so angry, he never raises his voice...(and I loved it very much, holy shit)

Anyway, this is just something that popped in my head and I value your headcanons and writing a lot so I thought I'd ask ♥️

Love this prompt. I'm incapable of simply yapping lol but while thinking about their reactions, I ended up imagining little scenes instead oops <333

Zayne –

His father is yelling at him. His father never yells. Ever.

He had messed up completely. There was a lockdown in Linkon due to an influx in wanderer attacks, and as per city order, all residences should remain at home, with only a few exceptions allowed. His mother is a hunter, and with a shortage of manpower at the Association, she has been working around the clock. Likewise, his father is on active duty at the hospital as both civilians and hunters are rushed into the wards nonstop.

His father had left him with only one instruction: Stay home.

He couldn’t sit still. He just had to go outside. He wanted to go to the arcade, wanted to see his friends, eat his favorite desserts, and do all of the things that he usually did prior to the lockdown. It was only for a few hours, he had said to himself. A few hours out and he would be back home and neither of his parents would ever have to know he had disobeyed them.

This district is safe, he had thought. There hasn’t been an attack here.

Yet.

There was a sudden scream. Human.

And a screech. A Wanderer. Two wanders. Three, four—

It had all happened in a flash, but the last thing he had remembered was suddenly seeing his mother’s shocked face as she shielded him from an attack.

And now. Now he is sitting on an exam table in a private room, bandaged up, and hearing his father screaming at him.

There are such dark, heavy bags under Zayne’s eyes. The little nine-year-old boy couldn’t help but wonder when his father had last slept. His mother had also looked slimmer than normal. They are both worn down, sacrificing their own wellbeing for the sake of others.

And he was selfish, wanting to play some arcade games. There are games at home. He wanted to eat desserts. There are desserts at home. He wanted…

“I’m sorry…”

Zayne pauses.

“Dad… I…” He isn’t sure what to say. Normally, so quick-witted and sharp-tongued, this tense moment has robbed him of all words. He just looks down at the white tile floors in shame. He knows he deserves his father’s beratement.

A minute passes before this awkward silence is broken and Zayne sighs. He walks over and hugs his son gently. He presses his lips to the top of the boy’s head.

“Your mother and I… had thought at the very least, you would be safe at home, and we wouldn’t have to worry about anything in our absence.”

He feels even more guilty now.

“When this lockdown is over,” Zayne says, “you are volunteering at the hospital after school for three months.”

“Th-three months?”

“Do you want to make it four?”

“N-no, sir…”

“Good boy.”

Zayne hugs his son again, feeling the embrace returned much tighter.

Rafayel –

The ocean could be calm and playful, but within an instance, it could also do a switch, turning violent and unforgiving.

To the little nine-year-boy, that’s what he saw happened in his father. He is knelt on the shore, wet and cold and shivering as his father is yelling at him. His father is bleeding after sustaining a wanderer attack while protecting him, but it seems Rafayel isn’t even fazed by the injury.

His eyes are dark and stormy, bearing so much rage, the little boy actually feels fear.

“Even if there wasn’t a wanderer in the water, a storm was coming in!” Rafayel is yelling, his mind racing with all sorts of scenarios that could have happened, and none of them were good. “You could have been swept away by the waves and just—”

He pauses, seeing his son was trying to hold his tears back.

“Dad… your shoulder…”

Rafayel blinks, his rage momentarily forgotten. He glances at his shoulder. He’s still bleeding.

“We’ll talk at home—”

Rafayel gasps when his son stood up and ran to him, hugging him tightly. “Y-you…” He sighs helplessly and kneels down to his son’s height, returning the hug immediately. “My little fishie… are you hurt anywhere?”

The boy shook his head furiously, but he quickly points at Rafayel’s shoulder. “Dad…”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s head back,” he says, suddenly picking his son up, to the little boy’s surprise. “I’m sure your mother will have some words to say to you as well.”

Xavier –

Xavier doesn’t even raise his tone, but there is a clear edge in his voice that leaves the little eight-year-old girl trembling. She is his little princess, his whole universe, and while she has never been the exact definition of a daddy’s girl that Xavier hoped for, she is still his everything and up until now, she could do no wrong in his eyes.

This time it’s different. Even he couldn’t look past her recklessness.

In the midst of his reprimands, he stops suddenly when she hugs him, crying and apologizing profusely.

“I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry, please don’t be mad, please, I’m sorry,” she’s crying nonstop, because she has never seen her father mad at her the way he is now. He’s not yelling, but the steadiness of his voice, the way his words come out so clipped and terse made her more scared than if he was screaming at her in anger.

Xavier sighs helplessly. He hugs her back and picks her up in his arms. “I know you’re sorry,” he says, “But… but we can’t let this go unnoticed… What if something had happened and I wasn’t there to protect you?”

The girl nods in agreement and buries her face in her father’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry, princess, but… this time I am siding with your mother.”

She kisses his cheek.

“Nope,” he responds, “Kissing my cheek will not get you out of your mother’s punishments.”

She kisses his cheek again, in quick successions.

“It won’t do any good. If your mother finds out what you are doing, I’m sure she’s going to double your punishment.”

The girl sulks, her pout disappearing when her father kisses her cheek back.

“Let’s go home, princess.”

The girl smiles back when she sees a little bunny made of light sitting on her father’s shoulder next to her cheek. She hugs him back tighter, and Xavier sighs in relief.

Sylus –

She was confident she could take on any wanderer. Her father had been training her to box since she was three, began using a firearm at five, and with a mother who is a skilled hunter, it’s in her blood, right?

No. She’s only nine, and her first sighting of a wanderer has left her frozen in fear much like a deer caught in headlights. She shouldn’t have entered this no-hunt zone. It was a stupid dare from her classmates, saying they didn’t believe she knew how to fight. She’s just a spoiled little rich girl who was lying for attention.

Am not!

Then prove it. Film yourself taking down a wanderer. It can even be something stupid like Lemonette.

Except this isn’t Lemonette.

It was a swarm of six Elysian Lupulus, and they were in a frenzy.

One charges at her and she drops her phone, the device instantly crushed under a heavy paw. She’s shaking on the forest floor, all thoughts gone as she stares into soulless eyes, and when it lunges at her, she screams.

Nothing happened.

She opens her eyes, shocked to see…

“Mephie?”

The mechanical crow she has known all her life is shown to be more than just a long-suffering over-glorified babysitter. She watches in fascination as it takes down one of the wanderers. Suddenly, she hears a branch snap and realizes the other wanderers are closing in on her. She scrambles to her feet and as she runs in the opposite direction, she recognizes the approaching swirls of red and black mist rushing at her, gasping as it engulfs her and within seconds, she is safe in her father’s protective embrace. In just mere seconds, he has dissipated the remaining wanderers, and when she tentatively looks behind her, she only sees the remnants of red particles floating in the air before disappearing entirely.

She hears the sound of wings flapping, which is immediately followed by her father’s deep voice, “Well done, Mephisto.”

And then, his attention directs to her. That same voice now carries a different tone. Fury.

“What were you thinking? What would you have done if Mephisto wasn’t watching over you?”

She flinches. Sylus didn’t raise his voice, but he had never spoken to her like this before. There was this uneasy tranquil fury in his voice that didn’t sit well with her. She doesn't like it.

He is still berating her, the calmness slipping away the more he spoke, until he’s nearly shouting now, “Your mother and I were panicking looking for you! Do you know how many children your mother had witnessed killed by wanderers? If I had been just a few seconds lat—”

She starts crying and Sylus pauses, realizing he had lost control. He could see fear in his daughter’s eyes, something he’s not used to. She has never feared him.

He drops to his knees and just wraps his arms around her. “My little birdie, I didn’t mean to rais—”

She hugs him back tighter, surprising him, and she is just apologizing over and over again, completely word-vomiting about everything that had led to this moment. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry, I won’t do this again, I won’t disobey you or Mommy. Daddy… I want to go home…”

He sighs and easily picks her up in his arms, just like when she was a toddler. He hugs her back and nods. “You’re safe now,” he whispers, kissing her temple, “We’ll discuss this later. Let’s get out of this place now.”

All actions have consequences, and for the darling of Onychinus, Sylus has decided to start off with her doing 50 laps around the bases’ gym. Every day, for three months straight.

Caleb –

For as long as Caleb could have remembered, his son has always had a restless, adventurous spirit, getting into many different reckless situations again and again, except this time, the eight-year-old boy had soared too close to the sun and it nearly costed him more than just a few broken bones.

“What am I going to do with you?” Caleb is shouting. “I’ve been too lenient with you, is that it? And now you think you could go wherever you want and do whatever you want?”

“Dad—” the boy’s voice is more feeble than normal. He had messed up big time. His father had never exploded at him the way he is now. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know there would be wanderers in that fores—”

“You weren’t even supposed to be in that forest!”

The boy flinches. “I… just wanted to be like you… Be strong like you… And… And…”

Caleb pauses, his anger disappearing suddenly. He looks at the little boy in front of him, seeing his head lowered in shame.

“C’mere,” Caleb says softly, keeping his temper under check this time. With one hand behind his son’s head, he gently pulls the boy to him, hugging him in comfort. “You’re already like me in so many ways—just ask your mother, it annoys her so much, you know—you don’t need to get into dangerous situations to prove anything.”

His son relaxes.

And then he freezes again at his father’s next comment.

“Since my little co-pilot wants to be like his good ol’ dad so much, then starting tomorrow, you are waking up at 4 AM and running 5 miles with me.”

“F-four AM?! F-five miles?”

Caleb nodded, grinning. “For six months straight.”

“D-Dad!”

“Let’s go, you little rascal, your mother will have her own punishment for you.”

“…Crap…”

“What was that?”

“N-nothing, sir!”

[starmocha]

i know we're always talking about the toddlers in their toddler era but can we headcanon some pregnant mc together?? 🥺👉👈

like the cutest, most adorable I can't believe this crazy girl not only has agreed to be mine forever but she's also carrying my baby moment that the LIs go through or who's better at hiding the overprotectiveness 'cuz they know how mc gets upset at people thinking she can't do anything now and which of the LIs are so obvious at trying to pretend they're not fussing put about her and the baby that it has the opposite effect and she finds the whole thing very endearing?

i think that in canon, sylus is great at keeping his cool when it comes to protecting her. he doesn't mind sitting back and watching her fight 'coz he knows she's good but at the same time, he also comes to save her from an ambush (searing touch, I think) and he admits that he was so worried he had to come and protect her himself

so I can totally see sylus silently freaking out when mc is a little late coming home from a little get together with tara after work (she's around 5 months and on desk duty). they agreed he'd pick her up from the cat cafe and they could drive around town for a bit, just enjoy the night. but her phone runs out of battery and she doesn't notice until her date with tara is ending. luckily she has a portable charger and the second she gets to her messages, her heart breaks a little. there's absolutely nothing crazy, just 2 messages from sylus, 2. one asking if everything's alright, 30 mins later a follow up with a 'sweetie?'

she texts him right away, explains everything, apologizes. he responds immediately, as if he had been glued to that phone, and he says it's ok, he'd figured her phone had died and if he should get ready to pick her up now.

he shows up a while later, waiting for her outside the car, he gives her a kiss, she hugs him and notices his heart's beating a little fast. he asks about her friend, she explains she'd left not even 5 mins ago. during their little driving around, sylus has one hand on the wheel and usually his other hand would be resting on her thigh, but this time he's holding her hand, fingers entwined.

he's got a small smile on his face as he listens to her stories but at a red light, she notices his hand's cold and shaking. it's faint, but it's there. she points it out, he says he's fine, she can warm him up later. which she does, but the way he holds her afterwards, like he's shielding her from the whole world gets to her. while caressing his face, she asks if he freaked out about the radio silence and when he just hmmms, she apologizes. he says it's nit her fault her phone died, she asks him not to try and save face on this, he opens his eyes and stares into hers but still doesn't let go of his hold on her.

"I've always considered you alone precious cargo," he pauses, looks down at her growing stomach and then back at her eyes, "now more than ever. i was worried, yes. don't hold it against me, sweetie".

and she's so moved, she loves him so much, she says she'd never hold something like that against him, she promises to always make sure her phone's charged and proceeds to pepper his face with kisses until they're both laughing and in the mood again obvs

I also have this headcanon that while waiting at the mall for mc (she got stuck in traffic) so they can go grab some dinner, he spots a baby's clothing store and without even thinking, he's inside the store, staring at dresses, onesies, shoes and socks.

for some reason this one pair catch his attention. there's absolutely nothing special about the socks. they're teal colored and very, very small. they're so freaking tiny. zayne can't seem to pull away from them.

it's silly.

they're not at this stage yet. they just confirmed the pregnancy today with a blood test and ultrasound, even though they were pretty sure the 5 positive home pregnancy tests they took last week wouldn't all be false positive. not to mention he more or less knew before she did, noticing all the symptoms that on their own could pass off as stress but when put together? yeah, no, that's not stress.

she's 6 weeks pregnant. their baby is the size of a baked bean. baked beans don't need teal colored socks.

they're so early into the pregnancy that they're keeping it to themselves for a while. so many things can happen at this stage...but a pair of socks is just a pair of socks. zayne keeps looking and looking until he decides that that pair of socks, in particular, belong to his baby. why? he doesn't know. but he buys it, the cashier even finds it funny, just that one purchase with that one item.

during dinner, mc finally notices the small he's been carrying. he softly laughs and teases her about how long it took her. he says he'll show her after dinner, if she behaves. it's only when they're at the car, still in the parking lot, that he hands her the bag. he watches as she holds the perfect, tiny teal colored socks in her hands without realizing he's been holding his breath. it's only when she looks at him, eyes watering up that he breathes again, begins to explain, his own voice a lot softer and just a little shaky. he says he knows it's early but he saw these socks and he just kept thinking how it belonged to their baby. and mc's already crying so he caresses her face, wipes her tears that he knows are of happiness. she gives him a long kiss, both of them more than content with their life right now.

I also headcanon that pair of socks are the only baby item they don't give away once their baby outgrows them.

I HAVE HCS ABOUT THE OTHER GUYS BUT THE DRAGON AND THE SNOWMAN TOOK OVER THIS POST

but I was totally wondering if you have headcanons like that to your fics. I like thinking about these moments where pregnant mc is existing and being a menace and her men are staring at her going: 😍😍😍😍😍😍☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

We absolutely can, anon 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

I will always write the guys being eternally grateful that MC is pregnant with their baby, them being so awestruck by everything that is happening, and just the sappiest most in love softies ever. This is my truth and I am letting no one take that away from me <333

🥺🥺🥺 YOUR SYLUS SCENARIO OMG. I saw that first thing waking up and just read through it like my morning paper lmao it is so cute omg omg omg. I love how he's concerned, but not overreacting, and same with MC. How she acknowledges his own feelings on the matter. Ugh, healthy communication between them <3333

While I have acknowledged before that the birds of a feather series is not meant to be a prequel to the sing little birdie toddler series, I do see Sylus behaving similarly to a pregnant MC in the latter. He would be over the moon, completely enthralled by the idea of having a family with her. He would completely dote on her and insists on satisfying all of her whims (ahem, including...sexually).

ANON, I ALSO ADORE YOUR ZAYNE SCENARIO SO MUCH. The little pair of socks... just because they don't appear to be anything special, but they feel special. 🥺 omg I am on the floor emotionally-crippled and in love with this scene

I won't say too much about my Zayne thoughts since I am working on that Snowdrop conception fic, so we will see what Zayne is like. I will say though that this man will be so happy, brimming with joy and pride, and he's just gonna continue being a representative of The Green Flag Association lol

🙂 I'm gonna say with Raf, I see him experiencing a lot of sympathy pain lmao. MC has morning sickness? He's next to her holding her hair back as she hurls into the toilet while he's waiting his turn. She's getting odd cravings? "You know what, cutie, dried shredded squid and strawberry popcorn do sound like a delicious combo. What do you mean it's 3 AM we don't have to eat this now????" And when she's in labor... why is she the one wiping the sweats off his brows as he sits in a chair completely pale and moaning in agony..........

Xavier is reading up on pregnancy and childcare. "What to Expect When You're Expecting" is his regular read 🧍‍♀️ He's prepared for any and all things possible related to MC's pregnancy. And if there's something that's not aligning with his reads.......he has a "xavier.exe has stopped working" moment because ????? "Wait, that's not how it's supposed to go..... are you sure????? Well, yes, I know it's your body, but...."

Caleb is 100% prepared and just has an extra pep in his steps. He's calling constantly to ask her about how she's feeling, what she's craving so he can buy the ingredients on the way home, and the way he wants to take her out to buy everything the baby needs: crib, baby stroller, etc. This man is gonna have all of the baby furniture built in 3 hours flat. "Yeah, I just finished putting together everything. What? Was it supposed to be hard?"

ANON, I AM WITH YOU. I feel like I have so many thoughts on this topic as well that they just take over and get so long lollll. We can definitely continue discussing a pregnant MC. 🙂‍↕️

[starmocha]

I was reading a cute fic that reminds me of Caleb and his baby. Would baby Pilot would playfully fight against Caleb for MC’s attention since he Caleb jr, he too would be so attached to his mother and wouldn’t dare let any males near him, which Caleb would appreciate when the two go out with him but also to his dismay that includes his own father, since he sees him as a rival too. Due to this, little pilot spends some time with him in order to stop seeing his father as a rival for his mother’s affection and to help deal with little pilot being away from his mom.

Caleb: See you later, I love you

MC: I love you too Caleb

Baby Pilot: See you mommy, I love you more than daddy does

kaflsjflakflafakl the passive-agressiveness :')

but no, as I mentioned in this response, these two are best buds. No jealousy between father and son. But they will gang up to smother MC with their love and kisses. She doesn't have a chance fighting back (not that she wants to) 🥹

[starmocha]

Did you ever think about what star sign each of the babies would fall under?

I have not! But this seemed fun, so here are my thoughts. This would, in a way, give a range for when the babies' birthdays would fall under. I'm still leaving everything ambiguous so readers could have their own hcs for the babies, but these would be my own personal hcs. :')

Snowdrop — Gemini (May 21-June 20) He is playfully curious, always love learning and doing different things. He is very popular at Akso Hospital among the staff and the patients.

Birdie — Cancer (June 21-July 22) She loves taking care of others, always kind and caring, and able to pick up on others' feelings.

Starlight — Leo (July 23-August 22) She's a passionate little girlie, very confident and incredibly loyal to the people she cares about.

Coral — Aquarius (January 20-February 18) He's a very bright, creative, and kind boy. Like his father, he does see the world differently than most, which lends to him always thinking outside the box.

Pilot — Aries (March 21-April 19) At only two, he definitely has already adopted a YOLO-lifestyle lol He is bold and fearless, completely self-assured and always down for adventures.