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Anyways, im bored so below is just me rambling about my tmnt fan iteration. I also might change the name. Maybe
If ur gonna read it, be warned, it’s long 💀 i tend to yap alot. I’ll make a clearer post once i figure everything out lmao
-I guess i’ll start by explaining this post first. Baxter stockman found a crystal near an alien crash site and he found it super pretty, he wanted to give it to april’s mom, who he fancied. At the time, he didnt think much of it. He just thought it was a regular pretty crystal that was probably formed because of the crash impact or something.
-As baxter gives the crystal necklace to april for her to give to her mom, april ends up giving it to Leo instead because april doesnt like her mom and refuses to give any gifts to her. Leo wears the crystal necklace in gratitude for April and on that night, leo had something happen to him. It’s like something from the necklace is taking over his body. That something is basically the crystal’s energy getting embedded to his body, this includes a hologram being (like an AI i guess) that is part of that crystal
-This hologram being is what u call a Chronix (im bad at naming, i just pulled that outta my ass😭), that mainly takes a dragon-like form, but it doesnt really have a set form. Theyre holograms after all. Chronix doesnt immediately show itself to Leo, as just like any other virtual assistant, it only shows up when needed. When the crystal’s energy was embedded to Leo, he just thought that it was somehow Donnie’s mischievous doing. Maybe he was experimenting with things and Leo got caught in the way. Weird things happen pretty often and the first suspicion has always been on Donnie due to his mysterious and mischievious nature so leo quickly dismissed it and went on with his day after Donnie gives Leo a device that would help tame the energy surge.
One day, a bunch of utroms have been spotted roaming around the town. While April was still sleeping, an utrom managed to get into april’s place through an open window and climbed onto leo, causing him to freak out and accidentally spawn a holographic whip that would break April’s shelf of her beloved figurines. Leo begged Donnie to fix everything and he also tells Donnie that the device he gave isnt working. Donnie agreed to fix the issues and he tells Raph and Mikey to somehow keep April stay in her room so that she wont see the mess. While Donnie is fixing up his device, Leo is sitting alone in his room, wondering what actually is happening to him.
Prompted by Leo’s question about what’s happening, Chronix appears and tells him that the energy surges he’s getting are because he’s not used to it yet. His body is not trained enough to be a container for the energy nor to gain better control of what he spawns. Chronix explains further about what it is and where it came from: The utroms have a very advanced living condition and what keeps their conditions alive is a big sun crystal that powers everything in their planet. It is linked to everything there and it casts virtual assistants to serve the utroms. As they were fleeing their planet that’s about to be taken over by shredder (i imagine him to be like Wander over yonder’s lord hater lol), the utroms took the big crystal with them as its huge energy source is believed to be able to form a new world and Shredder will have his own loyal army. Cuz virtual assistants cant think or feel for themselves, they just do what theyre prompted to do, theres no way for them to betray him. Shredder took over that planet because he wants that power in order to conquer the galaxy. When the utroms fled with the crystal, they crashed to earth, causing the huge crystal to shatter to multiple pieces. those who came to check out the crash site notice these crystal fragments and take them, either its for collection, or for profit purposes, or for research, whatever. Ppl like shiny things ok. The utroms are trying to gather all the pieces to form the crystal whole again, while shredder, and other alien invaders, are also actively trying to seek out for this crystal.
As Leo is one of those who is in possession of the crystal, he is now a target, hence why an utrom climbed up onto him that morning. Now knowing that he’s not supposed to be in possession of the crystal, he tries to take off the necklace but he is now bonded with the crystal so he physically can’t take it off. The crystals dont have the same effects on other living things tho. But I think i’ll not say the reason for that yet. I have an idea, i just gotta think more about it
To avoid any more accidents, he asks for chronix’s guidance on how to make his body stronger to contain and control the energy. Chronix tells him that he just needs to train n stuff. For better guidance, he tells his brothers. And then april, who then mentions that there’s a dojo nearby and thats where they meet casey jones and his grandpa who owns a pet rat, Splinter, who shortly gets in contact with an utrom and gets mutated. Also the grandpa’s pretty old so he passes away not very long after. Casey is still too young to continue his legacy, but splinter is now an old wise rat who knows of the grandpa’s techniques. So splinter takes the sensei role to initially train only leo and casey, but the other turtles and april also wanted to join in just to have something to do
I’ve been reading a lot of Fairy Tail headcanons so I thought I’d throw some of my own out!
-Gray has permanently black finger tips. A side effect of his magic. Every doctor thinks it's frost bite, but he has no actual symptoms besides appearance so they leave it be
- Bickslow sends his babies to spy on other guild members. He knows all of the tea
-Wendy's senses are more amplified than the rest of the dragon slayers. It's a side effect of her ability to boost others powers. She absolutely hates it. She's heard way too much and is traumatized
-Loke still has his guildmark and he wears it with pride. Some of the other spirits want one too because of his and Lucy's love for Fairy Tail
-Every time Gildarts finishes a job in a new town, he buys Cana a shot glass. She claims she doesn't want them, but has a special shelf to display them
-The dragon slayers are always given dragon themed gifts. Wendy has so many white dragon plushies, she's drowning in them. Gajeel has a million metal dragon figurines (the guild assumes he eats them but he actually really loves and cherishes them). Natsu has the biggest collection and keeps a little note next to every item he gets reminding him of who gave it to him and when he got it
(But only the bits with Atcham, Kerubim, or Joris.)
I'm sure that someday, I will read this comic. That day is not today, though. Today, we are looking for jurgencrepin content within it. Which isn't a lot, but it is present.
Firstly, I would like to note, that there is an appearance of proto-Kerubim and proto-Khan, in one of the volumes in the 2010-2013 time frame, as figurines. (the guy next to them is not Joris, but a whisperer.)
I do not know which volume, because I do not want to search for them.
To be exact, it seems to be the same proto-Kerubim, as the one that appears in this video, depicting one of the early drafts of the movie. (In this one, I am pretty sure Joris was still meant to be a homeless orphan. And Lilotte was always planned to be either a rogue, a princess or both at the same time.)
Now, onto actually canonically relevant appearances of the Jurgen-Crepins
Dofus: Issue 19
In a Brakmarian shop, Katar (guy who killed Goultard's family, idk, too long, don't know french, didn't read, know him from the short Goultard cartoon) sees a sword and wants to buy it.
It was ordered by a "very renowned Brakmarian ecaflip who will literally kill me if I don't sell it to him, he's That passionate about this sword. Please don't touch it," according to the shopkeep. Who is then promptly literally killed by Katar instead.
This will become relevant to us in a few tomes.
It is revealed that the king Clustus Sheran-Sharm has taken a dragon for his queen, — and it is revealed how that happened via a flashback.
NOTE: Clustus is an ancestor of the king Leorictus Sheran-Sharm (insane war-criminal, cause of the huppermage genocide, a probable target for Joris to have murdersuicide fantasies about, lives ~110 years in the future from Clustus), and Amalia and her family (who, in turn, live ~600 years in the future relative to Clustus, and are now the royal family of Sadida kingdom, and not Bonta.
NOTE: We do not know why Sheran-Sharms are now the royal family of Sadida, but, the king of Bonta that followed Leorictus is named Théome Beldarion, and he was put on the throne by Jiva after Bonta was without a ruler for 70-90 years — it is unknown if he is related to Leorictus or the Sheran-Sharm family in general.
Perhaps, all the warcrimes made it quite literally so that the Sheran-Sharm family had to seek political asylum in neighbouring lands after Leorictus's suicide caused the all hell to break loose and the following years of huppermage persecution ensued. But idk man. I'm not Tot Ankama.
By the way, Clustus is mentioned in the show, multiple times, — but this is the most direct reference that came to my mind.
Anyway.
The group of adventurers, — of which both Kerubim and his majesty Clustus were a part of, — wanted to collect the Dofus to hide them, to keep the world safe.
Kerubim and Crail (a guy, from the manga, don't ask me, man) studied under the same master, — Master Nabur, — albeit, in different years, so they hadn't met during their education.
At the comic's time, Master Nabur has passed away somewhat recently.
Kerubim pulls out his stupid anime armor and the hoes get scared. (Because if Kerubim is excited about a battle, one should be scared about it.)
He will keep wearing this armour for the next 600 years. Even as it loses its golden paint completely. Even though it has a huge-ass hole from that one time he got shot and died in it. Talk about dedication...
I regret to inform you, reader, that I still desire him carnally.
He says that "the probability of the logs hitting us is very small".
Things go as usual after he says that.
The king and the dragon fall in love, the dragon turns into a woman, and the two of them pretend that he rescued her from the dragon.
Only Kerubim realizes this lie due to his "strong ecaflip sense of smell" (honestly thinking it might be the whole "has so many luck buffs he can predict the future and be a medium or something" thing. and the demigod thing. Combined.)
He decides not to tell anyone, saying that everyone deserves a chance, while asking the dragon not to betray the trust he puts in her, by making this decision.
Dofus: Issue 21
I love you, Atcham...
Atcham has found the body of the smith and the fact that his sword is gone-gone. He waxes really poetically and neurodivergently about how much he loves swords and how badly the guy who did this is going to pay. Atcham is never beating the "swords are his special interest" allegations.
My headcanon, which ties into my "Atcham is autistic" agenda, is that when he was a child, weapons became his one way to keep himself safe, — so because of that, he developed a strong emotional attachment to them. (Though all of Jurgen-Crepins are very... passionate, about objects. But Atcham is mostly only like that about swords, in canon.)
Anyway, if Joris has the deragatory nicknames like "shorty", "kid", and "lil guy" constantly applied to him, then Atcham's personal never-ending hell nightmare is various combinations of "disgusting" "dirty" and "rat".
His response to being threatened with hanging for not attending Brakmarian political stuff is "uhh i don't give a sssshit?" and calmly correcting them that he is an ecaflip, not a rat. (They don't care, but he will make them care very, very soon.)
He's literally so funny for this. I am in love with him.
Task Force 141 Mostly Random and Domestic Head Cannons
Here are few questionable head cannons of the boys that nobody asked for that I came up with on a whim cuz I can't sleep.
💰 Captain Price 💰
Price can play saxophone and trumpet. More towards the saxophone. He has a collection of Kenny G album vinnyl disks that he'd play in his house.
He has a calico cat named Greg.
Collects watches as a hobby, from the antiques to the modern ones.
Supports Liverpool and sometimes would catch their matches on TV. Not a crazy fan like Ghost and Gaz though.
King of Poker. Nobody in the task force can beat him.
🇬🇧 Kyle "Gaz" Garrick 🇬🇧
That one British dude who likes coffee more than tea.
Fan of Arsenal. Actual Gooner who has posters and mugs with Arsenal logo printed on them.
Earlier of his teenage days, Gaz randomly wanted to learn beatbox. He got good at it and would often show it off to his friends. Over time, he lost interest in it and forgot about it. If you ask him to do some beatboxing he can still do it, but you gotta wait for it for the muscle memory to come back.
Arguably the most fashionable man in 141. When off-duty he'd show up with drip. His effortless swag goes along with any clothes.
🧼 Soap 🧼
Learned music theory and actually was a member of his high school vocal group and church choir, Soap has a beautiful barritone voice that can belt out "Why Do The Nations So Furiously Rage" by Handel and "My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose."
INVESTED in Eurovision. Would watch every country's song and critiques each one. Could go MAD about it.
Definitely the dude who sings in showers.
Fan of Take That. He dreamed of singing Million Love Songs to his one true love.
Idk why but I feel like Soap is that guy who can solve rubik's cube.
💀 Ghost 💀
Actual fan of Machester City. Would fight other clubs' fans if they're losing on TV and would 100% stomp on them.
Proficient bass guitar player. Can definitely slap.
Ghost can sew. In fact, he costumizes all his skeleton attributes himself. From numbers of masks to gloves, he made it all himself.
Watches Anime. He watches the classic shounen animes like Naruto, One Piece, and Dragon Ball. He likes the actions and the thrill of it.
CLEAN FREAK. Contrary to his rugged look and personality he always keep his belongings clean and neat.
🦵 Alex Echo 3-1 🦿
Another one of idk why but I feel like Alex's real name is Alexander Hamilton. His parents were either a historian or a musical enthusiast, no in between.
Watches NFL. Idolizes Tom Brady as the god-quarterback. In fact he ALMOST got drafted into NFL but got into the millitary instead.
Plays Tekken on a daily basis and unexpectedly mains Yoshimitsu for his eccentric design and moves.
Alex got a full-sleeve tattoo on both arms to cover the cigarette stick burns he got during his millitary days.
Skilled in playing the guitar. His fingerstyles are GODLY.
Alex sometimes sketch a few doodles on his journal.
🦗 Roach 🦗
Owns a grey Great Dane named Ms. Bella Donna, who's apparently oblivious of her size and a total lap dog. She'd leap at Roach when he gets home after deployment.
A fan of the Star Wars franchise. Major fan of Darth Vader and would quote him every chance he got. Collects figurines of Vader and Maul and even plays Star Wars : Battlefront.
True to his name, Roach isn't afraid of cockroaches, or any animal, really. Gary is the Task Force 141's #1 animal control man.
Roach can play the drum. He had a drum kit given to him by his parents as a kid and started doing them as a hobby.
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There it goes! This is the result of my domestic-HC-cravings which I decided to indulge myself. Feel free to add more LOL ◉‿◉
Hellfire's Newest Member (Eddie x fem!Reader) Pt. 1
Quick note: i got impatient and posted this lol. This has been on my wattpad for months and I wanted to post it here lol. This is just part 1, I've got like 16 more chapters I'll be posting soon! Lmk what y'all think
Warnings/summary: some family trauma, nothing too spicy yet, this is just backstory (and Dustin) so we can get into the good stuff next time
Masterlist
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You stepped into your new room in Hawkins, Indiana, a town which seemed to have just about as much personality as the bottom of a shoe. Glancing around the empty, but spacious room, you thought about how many rooms just like this you had lived in before. With your dad working some secret government job, you moved around the country a lot and hardly ever had time to really settle into a space or get to know the people around you.
It felt like just when you started to get used to a routine somewhere new - finally started decorating your room and hanging out with people outside of school - your dad would be relocated and you'd have to go with him. Your mom wasn't in the picture anymore, she had been gone since you were 13, and the only explanation your dad every gave you was that "she didn't want to live this type of life anymore, and we weren't enough to keep her around," the last bit always stung when you thought about it.
Dad was quiet after mom left, and he didn't really seem to care what you did with your time as long as your grades came back fine and you weren't gone for an unreasonable amount of time. Plus, working most nights meant he hardly had the schedule to keep tabs on where you were.
Nevertheless, a fresh start in Hawkins felt necessary. The last place you had been was LA, which was waaaay too big and waaay to noisy for your taste. That was another thing that set you apart from people your age: you weren't really into parties and shopping and sports like most high school seniors were. How could you be? You were never anywhere long enough to play anything or get invited anywhere. You kept yourself busy with books, movies, music, and most of all Dungeons and Dragons.
The game which was being shunned as a satanic cult was your escape from reality and the only constant thing in your life. Yes, it was hard to find a group to play an entire campaign with, but you managed, plus your favorite part was creating characters and imagining fantastic new worlds you'd love to explore. In fact, a good amount of the boxes you brought with you, which contained everything you owned, were full of binders, manuals, books, and figurines you had collected in your years of playing.
You started unpacking, throwing your childhood stuffed animals on your queen sized bed in the corner of your room, and stacking your plentiful collection of books and movies on the floor and on your desk. You were about to pull out your favorite books - The Lord of the Rings trilogy - when your dad knocked on your door
"Hey y/n, sorry to interrupt...uh I just got called into work so I'm gonna head out, but I'll leave some money on the counter for you"
"Oh okay, thanks. Do you know when you'll be ba-"
Before you could finish, he was out the door. You shook your head and returned to your packing, hearing your dad's car drive away outside.
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By the time you finished packing it was already dark outside and you could hear faint talking outside your window. You walked over, pulling your curtains aside, and looked to your neighbors house to see two young boys, probably around 14-15, standing in between your house and the next. One of them was wearing a hat that said "thinking cap" on it, which you thought was funny, and the other was taller and had wavy black hair. They seemed to be arguing about something
"No Dustin, Lucas said he has his championship game tomorrow and there's no way he's gonna make it to Hellfire"
"Eddie is gonna KILL us man!"
They we're talking pretty loud, and you were pretty tired and didn't want to hear their bickering while you tried to fall asleep, so you opened your window
"Hey, idiots!"
The boys shut up instantly and looked over to you
"Listen, I really don't mean to interrupt, but I don't know who you are or who this Eddie guy is, but your bickering over him is really getting in the way of my sleep and I have had a very, very, long day of unpacking"
They looked at you, wide-eyed, before the shorter boy in the hat moved closer to your window
"Oh um, sorry, our bad. And I'm Dustin by the way, I live just there," he gestured to the house next to yours, "and this is my friend Mike"
"Pleasure, I'm y/n," you didn't want to be mean to them, so you figured you'd go ahead and introduce yourself, "well I'm gonna go get that sleep I mentioned, and please just keep your voices down."
"Aye aye, captain," Dustin said with a salute before he and Mike walked away from your window towards his house.
You closed your window, took off your sweaty clothes, turned off your light, and crawled into your new bed, nervous for your first day at school tomorrow.
Roy hates rainy days. It's not only because of his fucked knee. No. Roy's been hating those days with every part of his aging body. Ankle, muscles, headache, even the one joint on his right fucking pinkie. He hates those days, when they remind him the fact he is pushing forty.
"What do you want, grandad?"
Roy growls through his teeth.
"A fucking fucked Precious Moments collection figurine."
Nothing personal, really. That one little prick has always been the sort of shameless in the most annoying way. Jamie Tartt frustrates him. With his messy hair, glistening skin and sparkly fiery eyes under the rain and frail sunlight. On and off the field, he reminds Roy of something he can't shake. So yeah, maybe it's a bit personal. And bitter.
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Roy hates rainy days, when clothes smell moldy and trainers are ruined faster. Even he has money now to afford a cabinet of fancy water resistant ones. Still a bitch to clean all the dirt and mud though. He thinks to himself, watching Jamie wipes sweat off his face and isn't it just the pinkest shade of pink.
"What's next, coach?"
"Breakfast. Rain's getting heavy."
His knee has been telling him to hurry up already.
"We'll have about 10 minutes to reach my place before..."
"Roy! Please don't take this the wrong way, but I think I might throw up now."
Jamie puffs and clutches at his arm, trying to stand straight, with both hands clinging to Roy. They stands still when a bunch of kids running by, splashing water in an enormous puddle on their trainers. The warmth on his elbow is comforting, strangely, soothing his ache from cold air that rain always brings.
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"Sorry. I don't know where else to go."
Roy has thought he was drowning, the moment he opened his door to a bruised and bleeding Jamie Tartt at 2 in the morning.
Jamie sits in Roy's kitchen, in his night trackie, oversized t-shirt, messy walnut hair and hands bundled up in his niece's dragon blankie. No word has come out since he walked through the door. Every thing feels so wrong, when Jamie is anything but a cocky mouthy little bubbly golden retriever. It makes Roy sick in some way. As if nothing makes sense and the world is spinning out of his callous hands.
There'd always one or two kids, every year, through out his days in the academy. Jamie doesn't want to say and Roy doesn't need to ask. He knows the kind of scar you'd have from a beating like those. He sees it in Jamie, the same eyes he still haves, facing his own shitty parent, even though any one of them is no longer a defenseless child. Different excuses, but the stories are still the same. He cleans up the cut on Jamie's cheek in silence, with all the calm and softness that he can muster in himself.
"I don't mean to bother..."
"There's a couch in the living room. A bed in the guest room." - and some space on my bed, - "Pick one, Jamie."
Rain is tapping gently on his window. And Roy can't seem to sleep. He keeps waking up from a nightmare, or perhaps a long buried memory, that there was screaming and banging out of his bedroom door, the sounds of gentle rain, rumbling thunders and someone's distant crying.
Roy stares at the wall that restless night, thinking about Jamie's sleeping in a room downstairs across the hall.
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Roy hates the rain.
It's like Pavlovian or some shit. It worries Roy, whenever he senses the cold and the smell in the air. His heart drums a loud and steady rhythm, expecting, but dreads a knocking sound that could come on his front door.
"You're still welcome when the sun is still up in the sky, you know."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Even when I'm not beaten or soaking wet or drunk?"
"Yes, you prick."
I'm so fucking sorry. That's what he's been trying to say all this time, after one particular night outside the kebab place, at arse crack hour in the morning, fighting over some stupid thing.
Roy tosses Jamie a towel, turning away, because he's definitely not ogling at him and those glassy eyes, or fighting the urge to wrap Jamie up in said towel himself. The rain is making him shiver.
"Don't want to come knocking only to find out that you're not home, coach."
"I really doubt that, Jamie."
He always looks so young and fragile, standing like this on his doorsteps. Every fucking time. Soft light dances on Jamie's skin and Roy lets out a breath, knowing the baby prince (of pricks) is not bleeding or hurt anywhere, in any way. His trendy white shirt is almost see through, hugging him tightly, that sends some kind of jealousy to Roy's mind.
"What? So no fun night, ever, with some lucky lady, sharing a bottle of wine?"
"Are we talking about you or me?"
The familiar voice follows him inside, kicks off their private little dance. Roy turns on the stove. This is usually the moment Jamie would ask for tea and he would hand him a glass of warm milk.
"Aw. You'll make such a good house wife."
"Yeah yeah. It's just fucking work and groceries, and home for a wrinkly old spouse like me." - Roy doesn't mention almost every waking moment training and caring for a rising fragile footballer, of course.
Jamie fills the space with laughter. It feels nice, having him here, knowing he is safe. Roy contemplates, relaxing in the heat that is spreading from where their knees touch under the kitchen counter.
"You know. I used to have a poster of you on my wall."
"I know. I saw it. And you still."
Jamie smirks, throwing a tissue at him.
"Do you what I do when I look at it?"
"I don't know, draw on it?"
Roy slips off his chair, gets on his good knee to pick up the tissue and ask himself, exactly what he had let Jamie done to him. So many things, apparently. Curse? Decorative wall paper? Throw darts at it? At his heart? The possibilities are endless considering how far their relationship has come.
"Nah. I would never ruin my mom's gift." - Jamie plops down the floor right in his face. - "Always want to do this more."
All his answers are out the window, the moment Jamie put a kiss on his lips. It was soft, in the most painful manner, but planted with bravery and hope, just on the corner of his mouth. Roy ends up staring at those blue grey eyes. They are screaming in his silent home, that 'this is it, either a penny or a fucking pound'.
He manages to look strong even when terrified. Fucking bastard, and his drunken careless bravado. There's no whiff of alcohol on him. Good. Neither of them makes a sound. So Roy can't help teasing him just a bit, letting Jamie's brain goes into panic mode with frantic scrambling and rambling.
"Right. Um. Well, yah know, If you want to punch me now, or figuring out a way to let me down easily, I just want you to know that I respect you. Always been. And I lo- Ah... I'll be gone, no-, in a..."
Roy shuts him up with a proper kiss this time. Under his kitchen counter, Jamie's smiling silly on his lips, beaming brightly like a gorgeous sun.
Roy still hates the rain, though. Not that much, mind you. But maybe, secretly, he loves what it has brought him, sometimes.
Helluva Boss Classification AU: Itty Bitty Imps as Caregivers/Littles PT 2: More detailed Character notes
Stolas: 🦉
Classification:
50% Guardian
50% Caregiver
-Stolas was fairly confident in his abilities as a caregiver…that is until Blitzø proved it to be rather difficult. Not that it’s a bad thing, but Blitzø really knows how to push his limits and question everything he’s doing. Blitzø keeps Stolas on his toes.
Singing!
-Stolas loves singing for the littles! It's probably his favorite thing to do.
So much so that the littles will ask Stolas to sing them to sleep every time (which sometimes makes Asmodeus Jealous)
Playing:
-Stolas loves playing with Blitzø, he always comes up with the most unique scenarios. He loves the way a little’s mind works, it’s intriguing even if it makes no sense sometimes.
-He also very much loves coloring with the littles, complimenting their color choices and talking about various things.
Insecurities:
-Stolas isn't always confident he's doing what is best for Blitzø, hes worried he doesn't do enough or helps him enough. (Even though that's nonsense and Little!Blitzø is extremely happy and healthy around the bird.)
-When Blitzø is experiencing a panic attack or struggling with flashbacks, Stolas can only guess what the right thing to say is.
Nicknames.
Nicknames for Blitzø: Blitzy, Darling, baby, Little Gremlin, Star, little spark, Starlight/Starshine, firecracker, little Dragon, Tiny might, Little horse, and Spirit.
Nicknames for Fizzarolli: Sweetheart/Sweetie are his favorites to call Fizz for his kind nature, but he’ll also use: Little Heart, Heartling, little one, or simply Fizz/Fizzy
-Strict:
-Stolas loves Spoiling Blitzø to no end, providing him toys, treats, and constant praise and affection. But hes also extremely strict with the young one when he needs to be.
Blitzø ❤��
Classification: Legally he’s classified a neutral due to cheating on the test, so we don’t know his exact results. But he does regress, therefore he must be a little...right?
Toys!
-Blitzø collects horse plushies, figurines, and basically anything else he can find, if it has a horse, he wants it!
-Blitzø also loves Pirates and Dinosaurs!
Little things!:
-Blitzø doesn't really have a nickname for Stolas, he just calls him Stolas.
Favorite food: Dino nuggets, Mac and cheese with hot sauce
Favorite drink: Chocolate milk with hot sauce...yes, hot sauce. Blitzø loves hot sause!
-Blitzø has an overactive imagination that often gets him into trouble.
-Blitzø uses Pacifiers, but will often chew them up instead.
-Blitzø still needs diapers and feels insecure about it. He hardly ever talks about it out of headspace, and needs lots of reassurance and praise when being changed.
-Blitzø has issues accepting his regression for what it is, but he knows how much it helps, how much he needs it.
-Little!Blitzø thinks Stolas is a dinosaur since he’s tall and is covered in feathers.
-BlItzø has unique names and personalities for all his toys, and will explain their entire backstory in detail; Except of course his yellow horse plushie Stolas gave him when he hurt his leg. It’s his absolute favorite toy, and he’ll pretty much carry it around any/everywhere. He will change the horse’s name, gender, and story depending on his mood. Playing with the names sometimes helps Blitzø express or deal with his own emotions when it’s hard to.
Affection:
-Blitzø can’t help but purr if he’s being petted or if Stolas is cuddling with him. He loves affection, even if he doesn’t always act like it.
-Blitzø sometimes rejects Stolas when he asks for a hug, which Stolas is completely fine with- but other times Blitzø will climb on the bird to demand attention without so much as a warning.
-Blitzø likes being held, but only when Stolas asks for permission first. If he doesn’t warn or ask Blitzø first, he gets upset and starts hissing and biting, even if Stolas is only trying to protect the little from something dangerous.
Blitzø the brat:
-Blitzø is a bit of a brat, but that doesn’t change how Stolas feels about him, in fact he finds Blitzø’s antics adorable and entertaining, even if he has to be the one to keep Blitzø in line.
-Blitzø hates rules, but he needs them…good thing Stolas can handle his constant ‘No’s.’
-Blitzø doesn’t always listen to Stolas, he wants to try things and do stuff his own way.
-When Stolas doesn’t do what Blitzø wants, he’ll cry, bite, scream, or throw a tantrum. As littles do.
-Biting: When Blitzø gets upset (or he’s simply bored) he’ll bite people as a way to express himself.
-Stolas is trying to teach Blitzø to talk through his feelings, but biting or hissing is a lot easier for him.
-Stolas bought Blitzø some sensory chew toys, and the Imp loves them a lot.
Whenever he needs to bite something, or feels fidgety, Stolas has something for him. (Even if he’s not in headspace)
Behaviors/Mental health
-Blitzø can’t sit still
-Blitzø hyper fixates on games, toys, movies, and shows.
-Blitzø has almost no concept of time. Stolas wants Blitzø to follow a strict schedule, but in order to do this, he has to be very careful because Blitzø struggles with the concept of time and won’t be ready when Stolas says it’s nap time or if it’s time to eat. And, if he constantly reminds Blitzø what time it is, he gets annoyed or overwhelmed.
So, Stolas has to be very careful when he approaches this. He learned it’s best to compromise with Blitzø then to be overly strict, for example: if it’s naptime but Blitzø is coloring, he lets Blitzø finish his current picture beforehand so he doesn’t loose interest in what he’s doing, and he knows it’s time for a nap naturally.
-Rejection sensitivity: when Stolas gets annoyed with Blitzø or if Blitzø gets in trouble and feels like he disappointed him, or even if he thinks too much about his past, Blitzø will feel the need to shut down or cry, feeling like no one loves him anymore. To help with this, Stolas has learned that Blitzø needs a lot of reassurance, and he can’t be left alone if he’s feeling this way. Stolas makes sure to talk to Blitzø to make sure he knows Stolas still loves him no matter what.
-Blitzø is worried Stolas might leave him like everyone else has.
-Blitzø becomes overwhelmed very easily, overstimulated, stressed out, or even overcome by negative emotions. This will either lead him to asking for some alone time, or ask for Stolas to pet him depending on his specific needs.
-Anxiety-
-In headspace, Blitzø will sometimes deal with flashbacks which causes him severe anxiety and emotional distress. He’s not exactly sure why he usually gets them when little, but he hates it.
-Nightmares, Blitzø is prone to nightmares. This is partially the reason Stolas prefers to let Blitzø sleep in bed with him over his crib. If Blitzø is upset in the middle of the night, he wants to be there for him right away.
Note: Tumblr is so mean! I wrote this out so many times and it never saved!! Ugh-
but finally! Here it is! Lol Ty for your patience ❤️
feel free to ask any questions to the characters at @ittybittyimpsagere
Words cannot describe the levels of sadness that weigh on my heart to know that one of the biggest creative figures in my and many others’ childhoods is no longer with us.
Hearing this news makes me think back to the first time I saw something Dragon Ball-related as a kid and was immediately enamored by it. That of course was when I saw my cousin’s toy collection during a Christmas reunion at their house at the age of 7. From the moment I saw those Vegeta and Goku figurines, I was immediately entranced by Toriyama’s design style even if it was diluted as something else.
Shortly a year later during another Christmas in my town, I would receive a copy of the Budokai PS2 game and that would be my first proper introduction into Akira Toriyama’s world of Dragon Ball even if it was a cliff notes version of it. A game with Japanese audio and English subtitles. But that didn’t matter from then on I was officially a Dragon Ball fan from that point onwards.
As a lover of Toriyama’s art style and his cavalier writing, I’ve made it no secret that I’ve had some difficult thoughts regarding his writing decisions in Dragon Ball, but be that as it may, I still hold a great amount of respect for him for essentially writing stories out of pure imagination without a grand thought-out plan. There is something very admirable about having full confidence in your creative ideas, playing with them, and seeing them slowly evolve. To label Toriyama as a landmark creator in the world is an understatement since the reach of Dragon Ball’s influence in other forms of media over the generations ranging from Western comics & animation, fan art, American sports culture, video games, and even other anime/manga is astounding.
For being a series that took inspiration from Sayuki and Journey to the West, Akira Toriyama’s Dragon Ball has certainly gone through its journey to the West and beyond to touch the hearts and minds of others. This man’s work and contributions to the development of the world of manga and anime can’t be overstated, and while we mourn his passing, I think it’s also fair to celebrate the good creative work he’s done and take inspiration from not just Dragon Ball, but from his other shorter-lived works liked Sand Land & Dr. Slump to his creative designs and involvement in JRPGS like Chrono Trigger or the Dragon Quest franchise.
What more could I add to this? With a heavy heart, I’ll still look back on the fond memories of this man’s works that contributed to my childhood, but to pay tribute to him I’ll move forward with my life, taking inspiration from some of the lessons he has imparted on generations of people in both Dragon Ball and other works.
Rest easy, Toriyama-sensei. And I hope you teach a dinosaur to ride a ball in a better place.
Words cannot describe the levels of sadness that weigh on my heart to know that one of the biggest creative figures in my and many others’ childhoods is no longer with us.
Hearing this news makes me think back to the first time I saw something Dragon Ball-related as a kid and was immediately enamored by it. That of course was when I saw my cousin’s toy collection during a Christmas reunion at their house at the age of 7. From the moment I saw those Vegeta and Goku figurines, I was immediately entranced by Toriyama’s design style even if it was diluted as something else.
Shortly a year later during another Christmas in my town, I would receive a copy of the Budokai PS2 game and that would be my first proper introduction into Akira Toriyama’s world of Dragon Ball even if it was a cliff notes version of it. A game with Japanese audio and English subtitles. But that didn’t matter from then on I was officially a Dragon Ball fan from that point onwards.
As a lover of Toriyama’s art style and his cavalier writing, I’ve made it no secret that I’ve had some difficult thoughts regarding his writing decisions in Dragon Ball, but be that as it may, I still hold a great amount of respect for him for essentially writing stories out of pure imagination without a grand thought-out plan. There is something very admirable about having full confidence in your creative ideas, playing with them, and seeing them slowly evolve. To label Toriyama as a landmark creator in the world is an understatement since the reach of Dragon Ball’s influence in other forms of media over the generations ranging from Western comics & animation, fan art, American sports culture, video games, and even other anime/manga is astounding.
For being a series that took inspiration from Sayuki and Journey to the West, Akira Toriyama’s Dragon Ball has certainly gone through its journey to the West and beyond to touch the hearts and minds of others. This man’s work and contributions to the development of the world of manga and anime can’t be overstated, and while we mourn his passing, I think it’s also fair to celebrate the good creative work he’s done and take inspiration from not just Dragon Ball, but from his other shorter-lived works liked Sand Land & Dr. Slump to his creative designs and involvement in JRPGS like Chrono Trigger or the Dragon Quest franchise.
What more could I add to this? With a heavy heart, I’ll still look back on the fond memories of this man’s works that contributed to my childhood, but to pay tribute to him I’ll move forward with my life, taking inspiration from some of the lessons he has imparted on generations of people in both Dragon Ball and other works.
Rest easy, Toriyama-sensei. And I hope you teach a dinosaur to ride a ball in a better place.
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x f!Reader
Genre: fluff
Summary: Your favourite customers really make it easier returning to the town you never went to school in. If only your friends at work would stop trying to play matchmaker between you.
Chapter 1 word count: 2428
A/N: Ahh, here it is! The thing I keep saying has been kicking my ass lately!! I really hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I've ultimately enjoyed writing it. Also big big love to @denim-mixtapes for beta-ing/de-British-ing the things I write.
“Heads up!” You look up at the source of the command you just heard to witness a paper ball leave your colleague Jesse’s hand, swing through the air as though in slow motion, and collide directly with your forehead. You give him a stern look, and he smirks while shaking with laughter. “I mean, I did warn you.”
You flip him off, “Way to kick off my first day on the shop floor.”
“I am your mentor out here, I need to prepare you for anything. Be grateful it wasn’t a figurine, that would have hurt,” Jesse points out. “Nah, it’s easy enough out here. You’ll even be able to run shifts all by yourself in no time.”
You hold up your index finger this time, “Correction, you could in no time. You know how many dirty looks I get just from saying the word comic in front of most men?”
He pulls a face. “I’m sure most of our customers are just like me, and I’m one of those female-ists! I let you join my D&D campaign, remember? That was great!”
You think back to the group containing mostly your fellow employees, and a couple of other guys around your age from Jesse’s past, who may not have directly said anything against you, but who certainly treated his poorly-written female NPCs far worse than his mediocrely-written male ones, constantly trying to pursue them until Jesse would throw a tantrum and refuse to “flirt'' with his players. Instead of arguing, you simply opt to look down so he doesn’t see the resigned expression that so badly insists on creeping along your face.
As you’re looking down, you notice the crumpled up paper isn’t just plain, it’s a half-written Dungeons and Dragons character sheet. Curious as to why it was abandoned, you unfurl it and read the first box.
Name: Steve Harr Bashemall
You chuckle at a half-orc fighter being essentially called "bash them all". You never really made any lasting friends before you moved out of Hawkins in your elementary years, and you and your family moved back just after you graduated high school, but this town's small enough that you know who Steve Harrington, King of Hawkins High is. He works at the Family Video right opposite your store, with the clumsy girl who you once literally bumped into on one of your trash runs after you had to deal with a delivery of misprints. She had at least helped you run around the blustery parking lot collecting them all back up again, and you'd sworn you could never show your face in front of him again after seeing the silhouette of his broad shoulders and swooping hair in the store window, clearly watching you run around like a headless chicken.
Jesse sees you reading the sheet and chuckles. "Ah, is that Harrington's garbage? Yeah, I was here when he came in with that, uh… Trailer boy. Munson."
"You say that like I'm just supposed to know them," you retort.
Jesse shrugs, "Anyway, Munson got his wires crossed, thought it was last week that we were launching D&D supplies. Brought in his own blank character sheet to, what was it he said? 'Keep Stevie busy', or something." You allow yourself a small laugh at the nickname. "But obviously that was pretty short-lived. He kept trying to name his character real boring names like Brian until -" Jesse makes some kind of unintelligible groan. "Until I said it might suit him to play an unassuming human rogue with a deadly secret, but he called that “pretentious” until he started yelling "Bash 'em! I wanna bash 'em all! That's my character!" so Munson told him to write it down. I don't think they got too much farther with it. I only found it 'cause I realised just now I hadn't thrown it away, it was just trash."
You fold it away and tuck it into a drawer in your desk. There's a very brief character description, if it gets quiet you could always use some extra drawing practice.
The morning goes by pretty smoothly, the register is easy enough to use, the clientele haven't been too harsh. Which means Jesse has “decided” to let you fly solo until someone else takes over. "I can’t stay anyway, I, uh… I’ve told Cam already that I’ve got a migraine coming on.” If he’s telling the truth, he’s weirdly unaffected for someone whose symptoms are so bad he apparently can’t work any longer. “It's not like you're on your own, Tiffany's just dealing with this week's delivery out back, you can call on her if you really need anything!" he calls over his shoulder as the door hits the bell that dangles just above it.
Sighing in resignation, you shout out, “Tiff?”
“One second, hun!” The other female player in Jesse’s D&D campaign calls out.
“Oh, it’s all good as long as you can hear me. Just thought I’d tell you Jesse’s gone for the day. Says it’s a migraine.”
You hear the clatter of something being dropped and soon after, Tiffany rushedly appears at the back room door. “What a jerk! You want me to put a word in with the big guy about him?”
You shake your head. “I’ll be fine, I’m sure. Cameron’s in the office today, and I don’t want him to think I need my hand held all the time. Just wanted to check that you were within shouting distance if I needed you for something.”
Tiffany pads over and reaches around behind your back to give you a quick squeeze of encouragement. “I’ll always have your back here! Especially over my lame-ass brother,” she pulls a face and you laugh. Fresh into high school, Tiffany has all the nerdy know-how Jesse does, and thankfully a far more palatable personality. “And don’t be scared of Cameron. He’s cool when he wants to be.”
“Yeah, I know. I just spent… So damn long in that back room. I don’t want to cause trouble on my first day out.” You sigh.
“I’m gonna miss having my behind-the-scenes sister with me!” Tiff pouts.
You grin, “Just makes us the dream team now, right?”
“The face and the brains!” She mirrors your expression, pointing at you and then herself, and runs off before she can see your borderline offended look.
A little while after noon hits, after a dull enough morning that you’ve been spending your time absent-mindely drawing, the doorbell tolls. You look up to see the familiar silhouette of a stocky man with perfect hair, but this time you can see his warm eyes and chiselled jaw. He at first goes straight for the comic section, thumbing through different boxes with his tongue poking his cheek out and looking confused.
“Need some help?” You offer, and he gets snapped out of his trance to look at you for the first time. His expression when he locks eyes with you is so much softer than you were expecting from the charismatic reputation that has preceded him.
“Uh, yeah, actually, sorry. Friend of mine wanted me to pick him up a… number 200 Lantern? Said I should get here nice and early in case it sells out fast. Apparently it’s a big one?” he asks, blowing air through his lips in a rasp and holding his arm out in a half-shrug.
For a moment, you understand the power trip that knowing more than someone else can have, but you’re no Jesse. Instead, you nod understandingly. “Got it, Green Lantern #200. Yeah, it’s literally a big one. Poor Tiff’s been fighting with them all day back there,” you gesture with your head to the back room door. “They came in this morning, but they don’t hit the shelves until tomorrow. Same day the D&D stuff gets out, too. Sorry.”
He groans, “Stupid Dustin, getting the date wrong… Sorry for wasting your time,” he states as he wanders up to your counter. He notices that you’re drawing something and leans over to look. “I’m Steve, by the - oh,” he stops suddenly when he recognises the crumpled up paper you’ve been using for reference. “Is that -”
You don’t usually embarrass easily, but your cheeks do tint pink. “Uh, yeah, one of my colleagues used this sheet as a missile and I figured since I haven’t had much practice drawing orcs - or half-orcs, in this case - I could give it a go.”
“So this is what Bashemall looks like, huh?” he asks, swivelling himself around to angle his point of view to look at it from your perspective. “That’s amazing.”
“Well, ultimately only you know that. I’m just going by what little is written here, and some reference of my own knowledge of orcs’ anatomy. Um, you haven’t really said anything about hair, though, so I’m not sure what would look best on him…” you study your sketchbook page, tilting your head from side to side as you try to imagine different hairstyles on him.
“Well, I mean, I put enough effort into my own hair that I’d like to think it would look good no matter what kind of face I had, so… Maybe he could have hair like mine?”
You look back up at him, eyes narrowing as you study the way his hair looks for a moment. “Sure, I could do that,” you nod. “Mind if I use you as reference, or do you gotta head back?”
“Ah, Robin can cope without me for a few minutes,” he waves off before snorting a quick chuckle out of a half-smile. “She, uh, she’s the one who helped you whip the parking lot back into shape a couple weeks back.”
You raise your eyebrows at him. “Wow, so you are the one who just stood watching in the window! How heroic,” you smile sarcastically and he laughs harder. “Alright, well, I’ve been drawing this guy at a ¾ view so if you could just move your head…” you try and gesture with your hands how you want his head positioned, but he doesn’t seem to be getting it. Instead, you opt for using the end of your pencil to push his jaw up slightly, then across slightly until it’s angled just right.
“You need me to make a face for you?” Steve asks, immediately cycling through an array of facial expressions.
You giggle, “Not for the drawing, but for my own entertainment, sure!” He continues pulling faces until you’ve sketched a full head of hair. You hold your sketchbook up and he finally breaks pose to look at it in full.
His face is filled with admiration. “This is so good! Almost makes me want to pick it up. Almost,” he points at you, eyes wide. “But not totally. It’s still very much Munson’s and the kids’ thing,” he shakes his head. “I can’t wrap my head around it all.”
“Well, then, I’m super honoured that you entertained the idea of me drawing a D&D character that’ll never see the light of day,” you smile, before having an idea. Holding a single finger up, you ask, “Please hold just a second,” before slinking back to the back room.
You open the door to find Tiff backing away, far closer than she should have been if she were at her post. “Is that the Steve Harrington out there I hear?!”
“Yeah… Yeah,” you nod, half-distractedly. Despite the fact he’s only a door away, part of you just wants him back in your field of vision as soon as possible. Looking over at the manager’s office’s closed door, trying to stay out of its earshot, you ask in a hushed tone, “Uh, hey, I don’t suppose you could slide me a copy of Green Lantern a day early? I’ll make sure it all gets paid for, I jus-”
“Say no more,” Tiffany singsongs as she presses a copy into your chest. “Just remember to ask me to be your maid of honour.”
You roll your eyes at her as you head back out to the shop floor. You toss the issue onto the counter and gesture to it. “There you go. For being such a good model. Don’t go telling anybody you got it a day early, though.”
Steve gasps deeply, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Oh, I’m definitely gonna be Henderson’s favourite for this! Thanks, I seriously owe you!”
You narrow your eyes, “I literally just said this makes up for letting me draw your hair! You don’t owe me shit now.”
“Oh no, trust me, you have no idea what this is going to do to my reputation. I still owe you so hard,” Steve picks the issue up and tucks it beneath his jacket.
“Just… Maybe come back every once in a while? It’d be nice to have a friendly face around every now and again to chat to,” you suggest.
Steve salutes, “You got it…” He leans in to read your name badge and calls you by name. Huh, guess you forgot to introduce yourself. Maybe you should be doing that more.
He rushes out of the store, back to his own workplace, and you step back to rap your knuckles against the back room door. “You can come out now, Tiff,” you murmur just loud enough to be heard on the other side.
Sure enough, Tiffany opens the door just enough to poke her head through the gap. “Oh my god, he is so into you.”
You shake your head in disbelief. “Please, he’s just being friendly. There was nothing flirty about anything either of us said.”
“Exactly!” Tiffany hisses. “If I know anything about Steve Harrington, from what I’ve heard, he usually flirts so hard! You clearly make him nervous, he’s obviously intimidated by you. Trust me.”
“You want me to ‘trust’ what you’ve ‘heard’ about someone who graduated last year, before you were even at that school?” you ask in disbelief, shaking your head. “He just seemed like he was being nice. I dunno. It’d be cool to have a friend outside of here, too.”
“Well, I’m still gonna have hope,” Tiffany shrugs as she sneaks back to her work.
When your shift finally ends, as you get to your car you look up at Family Video one last time to see Steve at the window. He lifts his hand to just in front of his chest to give you a small wave goodbye with a soft smile to match. You wave back, feeling a sensation of warmth emanate all through your body.
In my Rewired Factory Au he tries his best to protect Sun, Eclipse and Lunar (he would stay awake at night while the others are asleep to make sure none of the more hostile animatronics/robots/androids don't attack them in their sleep)
in the Rewired Factory Au he sometimes worries about Lunar's and Sun's mental Health
He LOVES merry go rounds and loves horse themed stuff
He collects horse/Pegasus/unicorn/dragon figurines and has a shelf of the figurines in his room
Moon loves music boxes and has a collection of them in his room
Moon loves the sound of bells as well, he doesn't realize the reason he was given the bells was cause of his habit of pouncing on staff at the daycare
( im changkyun , cis male , he/him ) : ̗̀➛ twenty-seven years young , a firebender from the noble house of jeon . many know them to be secretive & blunt . how unfortunate , truly . . . i’ve always found them to be thoughtful & patient . they oft fulfill the duties of a librarian . oh , i should tell you — they are impartial to the rule of house yi . well , you know how every storyteller bends the tale they tell .
i am literally the last person who should be writing a muse like him but WTV here i am with jeon jihoon!!
he comes from a lineage of fire sages until his father broke the tradition, opting to become a historian instead.
his mother passed away from sickness when he was 9. with his father being too busy with his responsibilities, they were mostly cared for by their servants, until he grew old enough to look after his siblings instead.
growing up, he'd spend most of his time surrounded by books. if he wasn't reading a story to his siblings, he was nose deep in history books, biographies, poetry, maps, bending techniques and even military tactics.
he was an excellent student at school and after completing secondary, he was pressured, due to his family’s history, to pursue training to become a fire sage. which he started but quickly quit for reasons he refuses to talk about.
his father supported his decision, and shortly after, jihoon began working alongside him. private consultations, delivering lectures, and conducting seminars, he shadowed him closely and even took on his own projects.
after undergoing thorough training under his father's guidance, jihoon displayed a natural aptitude for the role. however, he surprised his father by refusing to continue working with him as he wasn’t a big fan of the political pressure behind the job. (thats what he tells people)
he established his own library in the city three years ago. he often travels to other regions to study regional nuances, seek hidden archives, collect historical records, manuscripts, artefacts or texts that are at risk of being lost (amongst other tasks ofc).
endgame, he would like to have his own library business, and implement libraries in every region. make sure everyone has access to knowledge and preserve fire nation’s cultural heritage.
he is aware that he is the oldest, and next in line should his father pass away. just in denial.
personality
he's a hard one to crack (even for me). he doesn't open up easily and keeps his struggles to himself. jihoon is not shy, just incredibly introverted and would rather spend his day reading books than interacting with people (unless those people are potential clients). don't get him started on a subject he's passionate about though, you won't hear the end of it. he is naturally curious and is constantly trying to learn and explore new ideas. he is very discreet, almost unnoticeable. he's polite!! and probably a romantic at heart (blame the books) he's a good listener, the comforting vibe that makes u feel safe to open up to him. that's why he's well informed about the things going on in the nation yet chooses not to say anything. he's not one for gossips but willing to if there's something to gain from it.
lil facts
a drinkerrr (& loves tea)
he's familiar with most dialects
he's a good firebender but would rather keep the flames away from his books
has a soft spot for animals, often seen feeding stray animals
he collects dragon figurines
really likes music and poetry
great at managing his anger but don't push him
connections/plots
childhood friends, nobles/royals that require his service, his first love, someone he crushes on/has a crush on him, can't see him have hardcore enemies but probs people he pisses off, or someone to piss him off, 8) business partners? idk let's cook together pls!!!
So, you know that story idea that I have where a guy who has this collection of Cookie Run figurines that come to life? If you do remember, then I was thinking of some cute and wholesome scenario for it, maybe like Pitaya Dragon Cookie having to do something important and asking the human to babysit Snapdragon Cookie.
I have just wake up and I'm ready to answer questions.
I do remember that story idea and I still wait patiently for it. And also, that would be the most adorable yet chaotic babysitting story ever. Like imagine this, Pitaya Dragon has to go meet the other dragons and they don't want them to meet Snapdragon yet. So, (let's just give a random name to the guy) Jay is told to take care of Snapdragon until Pitaya Dragon comes back. Jay thinks this won't be too bad...until Snapdragon decides to explore Jay's whole house by playing hide and seek.
Now, Jay can't find them and is freaking out. He tries to ask the Cookies if they've seen Snapdragon anywhere and when that fails, he starts tearing his house apart to find Snapdragon.
Snapdragon only comes out when Pitaya Dragon comes back and sees the house destroyed. The whole time... Snapdragon was hiding in Jay's hoodie, quietly giggling at the chaos.
Favorite food: tacos, cinnamon rolls and tuna fish sandwiches
Favorite item/gift: he'll treasure anything a friend gets him cause he's just like that, but he LOVES really cringy pun tshirts. the ones that make his brother gag. star also likes getting bright and goofy tights or socks.
Hobbies: sparring, jogging, volleyball, training dogs, trampoline parks, raves, sketching (on the down low)
Favorite flower: bluebells
Favorite music: rave
Best friend(s): lilac jupiter papyrus sparks
Honey
Favorite color: brick red
Favorite food: also cinnamon rolls, and mozzarella sticks
Favorite item/gift: he loves receiving any sort of figurine or trinket related to his latest obsession. honey is real nerdy, so cater to that and you're good! also nice kitchen supplies
Hobbies: learning new languages, romance novels, Spanish and Korean soap operas, Nintendo video games, baking, dungeons and dragons
Favorite flower: lilac
Favorite music: video game soundtracks
Best friend(s): salt basil rust
Red
Favorite color: pastel yellow
Favorite food: hamburgers and barbeque
Favorite item/gift: star trek junk. nuff said
Hobbies: STAR TREK, fishing, trying new drinks, window shopping and taking apart and fixing up cars
Favorite flower: iris
Favorite music: country and alternative
Best friend(s): oak orion rust
Edge
Favorite color: silver
Favorite food: lasagna and red wine
Favorite item/gift: he actually collects novelty pens and has a stationary addiction so anything like that is good
Hobbies: collecting pens, NASCAR, debate club, fencing, trying new French and Italian recipes, playing with his cat doomfanger, visiting animal shelters
Favorite flower: red roses
Favorite music: country and alternative
Best friend(s): rhythm sugar noir
Mal
Favorite color: silver and gold
Favorite food: burritos and tres leches cake
Favorite item/gift: he loves receiving pretty polished stones or interesting shells and beads he can add to his jewelry
Hobbies: making jewelry, watercolor, gossiping, playing piano, knife throwing, clothes shopping
Favorite flower: yellow carnations
Favorite music: rap and piano covers
Best friend(s): wine lord
Cash
Favorite color: neon orange
Favorite food: super spicy pizza
Favorite item/gift: gag gifts like glitter bombs, hideous clothing or hot sauce
Hobbies: collecting concerning amounts of salsas that could kill a child, pranks, parkour, money and budget managing, urban exploring
Favorite flower: thistle
Favorite music: musicals
Best friend(s): bruiser cricket coffee
Oak
Favorite color: grass green
Favorite food: really big sandwiches
Favorite item/gift: just get him snacks and he'll love you forever. or notebooks.
Hobbies: taking care of his chickens, baking, fishing, nature walks, naps (lol), playing his trumpet
Favorite flower: echo flowers
Favorite music: jazz and instrumentals
Best friend(s): sans red rust basil
Willow
Favorite color: tan or cream
Favorite food: fresh bread of course. he likes savory rolls best like mozzarella basil bread
Favorite item/gift: craft supplies! willow burns through those like no ones business
Hobbies: anything crafty; sewing, knitting, beading, clay etc.. he also plays the ukulele and loves baking of course.
Favorite flower: sunflowers
Favorite music: heavy metal and screamo
Best friend(s): noir papyrus papaya basil
Charm
Favorite color: black
Favorite food: chocolate cake and shrimp cocktails
Favorite item/gift: goofy cake toppers and eyeshadow palates
Hobbies: he loves makeup, cake decorating, hanging out with his niece, clubbing, drinking contests, pranks, gymnastics and biochemistry
Favorite flower: pink pam pams
Favorite music: Eurodance
Best friend(s): butch, sparks, salt taffy pudding
Sugar
Favorite color: pastel pink and purple
Favorite food: red velvet and strawberry cake, strawberries, smoothies
Favorite item/gift: LACE, hes always running out of it when hes making new styles of dresses. also flowers
Favorite item/gift: old history books and lawn ornaments
Hobbies: hes a total history nerd but likes ww1 and ww2 best, gardening, weightlifting, used book stores, gossiping, cleaning (no really)
Favorite flower: jasmine
Favorite music: blues
Best friend(s): wine mal
Mutt
Favorite color: olive green
Favorite food: veggie wraps and coffee
Favorite item/gift: general animal supplies (bedding, canned food, etc..),
Hobbies: rehabilitating animals, writing novels, late night walks, bar fights (lol), boxing, stargazing
Favorite flower: dahlia
Favorite music: jazz and rap
Best friend(s): peaches coffee
Wine
Favorite color: gold
Favorite food: KFC, almond or cherry ice cream, champagne
Favorite item/gift: getting vintage candles is always a good bet. he likes conspiracy books too
Hobbies: conspiracy theories, history channel, collecting vintage brooches, gossiping, bribery and blackmail, teaching high school age kids, clothes shopping, snooping
TAYLOR HEADCANONS BECAUSE HER BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW
Dungeon and Dragons
1. Taylor found out about D&D from her dad (who is an absolute need about it. He has figurines and a shit ton of dice.)
2. She started out playing the board game with her dad and later moved to the video games.
3. After Taylor became an even bigger nerd, her dad gave her his collection of dice (but not the figurines because he could never let them go.)
4. Once Taylor went to college, she never really had time to play the game.
Hair
1. Taylor’s natural hair color is dark red.
2. Over the years, she dyed her hair multiple colors: green, black, red, blue, you name it.
3. Taylor would bleach her hair often to have more vibrate colors.
4. She decided to keep it pink during college because she felt it suited her best.
Phone (not very self-explanatory but it's okay)
1. Her phone case is a Pinkshift album cover that she got for her birthday.
2. Ger lock screen changes constantly.
3. Most of the time it is a cute picture of her and Daniel.
4. Taylor somehow convinced Daniel to have a matching lock screen with her.
5. Her home screen also changes frequently and it's usually a picture of her and Andrew.
6. She got to Andrew to have matching home screens, which took lots of convincing.
Favorite things
1. Taylor’s favorite colors would be darker colors. She mostly likes greens, pinks, and purples.
2. She loves cats, especially Persian cats.
3. Taylor loves oversized hoodies and T-shirts. She has a whole collection of hoodies and shirts she stole from Daniel.
4. She loves coffee. She usually orders a large caramel frappe with the most whipped cream you'd ever see.
All of these are kind of random, but I thought I'd share them anyways! I'll probably add more to this later because I have so many moremi need to write done lmao
Before they get together, Bee has been trying to get Prowl to spend time with the team (mostly him). One day, Sari shows him the series Avatar the Last Airbender.
Bee knows Prowl would love the show, so after bugging Prowl for a while, he makes a bet with him to watch the show. If he doesn't like it, he'll leave him alone, but several episodes in Bee has this smug grin, knowing Prowl is hooked.
Yeah, they'd probably like that one as well.
Bee likes cartoons ang the fact Prowl is into asian culture and whatnot makes pulling him into anime way easier.
They have few series they like to watch together; they surely watched Naruto, the original Bakugan series is also there as well as Bayblades, they are in the middle of watching One Piece. And of course, there is Avatar: The Last Airbender in amongst few others i won't name cuz i don't know a lot of anime.
Both the anime Avatar and blue cat people Avatar are their absolute favorites.
On top of watching anime, Prowl has started collecting manga. He has a special shelf for all the books to sit on. Of course, he's a fan of anything that has creatures and animals in it- i myself have a short series called "How to Treat Magical Beasts", it's about said magical beasts like kelpie and such (i recommend). I think he'll have that in there too. One time Bee and Sari were out looking at garage sales, Bee bought a really cool looking dragon figurine from some other anime, that's also sitting on Prowl's manga shelf.
Barbie was so good?!? Fucking loved every minute of it, but special shout-out to some things...
(BARBIE SPOILERS below the cut)
This movie was so funny, I can't get over how fucking funny and camp it was, an actual masterpiece 11/10
"This movie is overly feminist and man-hating" - THIS MOVIE AIN'T FOR YOU, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO WATCH THE SHITTY FLASH MOVIE THEN IF YOU'RE SO MAD
(haven't actually seen the flash, have seen a few clips on twitter and i'm glad i haven't, i don't want to, don't @ me)
I'll be honest, I had very few Barbie dolls growing up, I had a medium sized doll house that was not for Barbie-height-toys, and so most of my toys were random figurines collected over the years (shout-out to the McDonald's Happy Meal Narnia toys!), but I was still getting pumped at the beginning of this film when the narrator went into detail about how Barbie can have any career, any life she wants etc.
The attention to detail in Barbie-land, like the pools/sea are all flat and not actually wet, there’s no actual liquid in the cups when they drink, no water in the shower etc.
Look, I will fully admit that HOTD has fucked my brain and my taste in men up, and so I'm blaming that for me looking at Ryan Gosling as Ken and going "yes I would like to obliterate that twink" 🙈
There were a lot of kids in my screening who absolutely did NOT get the "beach you off" joke, meanwhile I was sitting there laughing embarrassingly loudly like an idiot
Why was Allan a whole ass mood, I'm sorry but he was so relatable, arguably the best character I fear-
I like that weird-Barbie is basically what a lot of girls go through with their Barbies at a certain age by cutting off their hair, drawing on them with pens, etc. Like that’s a mood, my sister and I used to wash our Barbies’ hair and draw fake tattoos on them with felt tips 💀
“Do you ever think about dying? 😃” took me out oh my fucking god 💀 I already had one existential crisis this weekend watching Oppenheimer, I don’t need another one from Barbie of all things 😭
The way Ken says “because we’re boyfriend girlfriend” has the most random place in my heart and I don’t know why lol
The sheer horror over Barbie having flat feet LMFAO
Weird-Barbie having the dog where you feed it pellets and then use the tail so it shits the pellets back out?!? Me and my sister were like "oh my fucking god" because we literally had that fucking toy lmfao
Weird-Barbie talking about Ken's smooth plastic bulge, I literally CHOKED-
Honestly just... Barbie entering the real world and being confused that men treat her like a sex object, being super uncomfortable, meanwhile Ken's like "they're looking at me appreciatively!"... oof
I nearly choked on my drink when Barbie loudly declared "I don't have a vagina and he doesn't have a penis!" like?!?!?
Barbie and Ken getting arrested not only once but TWICE... oh that's the content I'm living for lmao
I’m so so SO glad that the scene with Barbie and the elderly lady was kept in, I shed a tear because it was so beautiful and simple. When Barbie said that the lady was beautiful?!?! I’m a mess just thinking about it 😭❤️
Pleasantly surprised by the sheer amount of horsey content in this film like yes, that's 100% what the patriarchy should be, it should be about Kens riding horsies :D (I’m aware this is NOT the only thing that happened lmao I’m just saying that the world would be a better place with more horses)
America Ferrera is a fucking QUEEN and I adore her, I know HTTYD is over but she will always be MY Astrid, aka Chieftess Queen and Dragon-Rider
Not gonna lie, I felt Sasha’s little monologue where she rants about the unrealistic standards set by Barbie like I see both sides of what Barbie represents and how she can be viewed and I get it. Like on the one hand, hooray for girls growing up having a doll that can show them they can be Presidents, Nobel Piece winners, doctors etc., hooray for all the feminism to come from Barbie. But also you could argue that there’s unreal expectations in regards to Barbie’s body shape, and that when we girls grow up into women, we realise that the Real World is not as simple as what we dreamt of while playing with Barbies, that our world doesn’t revolve around having women in positions of power, that we still very much live in a society where women are viewed as being there solely for men, as home makers and wives and mothers, that we can have a certain amount of freedom and power but not too much etc.
Did I kind of guess "hey maybe it's not the daughter who has triggered Barbie's crisis, maybe it's the mother"? Yes, I guessed that early on but I still loved it anyway
I have no idea how Greta Gerwig got Mattel to agree to this script but holy shit, she must be magical or something
The spirit of Ruth Handler, aka THE creator of Barbie who named the doll after her daughter?!? Played by Rhea Perlman?!?!
Also I've only just learnt, after looking at Ruth Handler's wikipedia page, that Ken was named after her son?!?! Barbie and Ken are siblings?!?!
JOHN CENA AS MERMAN KEN?!?!
My sister was so delighted by the amount of Sylvester Stallone references in this film omg
DEPRESSION-BARBIE I WAS IN LITERAL FUCKING TEARS I COULDN'T STOP LAUGHING, AND SHE WAS WATCHING BBC'S PRIDE AND PREJUDICE?!? WHILE EATING SWEETS?!? I CANT STOP CACKLING AND CRYING
Depression-Barbie also comes in other variations, including an anxiety one?!?! 🤣
I shit you not, I NEED America Ferrera to be nominated for supporting actress for all the awards because holy fUCK, her monologue?!?! That monologue?!?!
WHAT DO YOU MEAN ROB BRYDON AKA UNCLE BRYNN FROM GAVIN AND STACEY IS SUGAR DADDY KEN?!?!
“We mothers stand still so our daughters can look back and see how far they have come.” - STOP I WAS ALREADY SOBBING
The Helen Mirren fourth wall break where she says that if the filmmakers wanted us to believe that Barbie was no longer pretty, "they shouldn't have cast Margot Robbie in this part", literally ICONIC
KEN’S FLUFFY TIE DYE HOODIE THING THAT SAYS “I AM KENOUGH” ASDFGHJKL I WANT ONE
Ridiculously glad that Ken and Barbie didn’t get together to be honest, yes I get it that Ken is designed as a boyfriend for Barbie but also it would have sucked to have this whole film play out as it did and then have them end up together 💀
The soundtrack of this film was IMMACULATE, 10/10, five stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
There’s a definite message and commentary here but I’m too stupid and tired to write it out, so I’ll reblog it from the people who are smarter and more eloquent than me instead but oh my good this film was such an amazing piece of cinema
This isn't everything about the film obviously, there was a lot going on and I'm still mentally processing it so I might add more to the post later but wow, just… wow.