#3cs

[froezenknight]

En garde.

[justalittlebitartsy]

Merry Glockmas from Valhalla, who definitely didn't steal anything from Toman

[art by me, do not repost]

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[maka1aure]

I think the middle children have Finwë’s eyes. Mae and Mags have their mother’s and father’s eyes, respectively, but it is very Morifinwë of Caranthir to have black eyes and I think Curufin should be a physical embodiment of Fëanor’s attachment to his own father, hence also dark eyes. and Celegorm is a replica of Miriel but I want to give him something of Finwë ..

[sm-baby]

A frat boy house but instead its braincels

BRAINCELLS ARE TOO INTELLECTUAL IF ANYTHING THEY'RE ARE THE DEBATE TEAM/MATHLETES

which reminds me

@yeennqueenn

ARE YOU MUSCLES THE FUCKINGGG FRAT HOUSE- oh wait Anger's the gym teacheR ARE YOUR MUSCLES THE ATHLETES-

[the-darklings]

3c’s fave Christmas movies? Xx

Ooooh

Connor: Elf

R!Connor: Home Alone 

Nines: How Grinch Stole Christmas

[a-fic-in-time]

Conductor x Cooking Cat

Out of newfound love for the 3Cs ship (or whatever you want to call it) and @monster-monsoon‘s cool art, I figured I’d get back in the game of writing with some owl/cat cuteness.

Cooking Cat had gotten into a lot of baking recently. As much as she and Hat Kid enjoyed having a lot of sweets around the ship, the pastries unfortunately went to waste most of the time because she baked more than their stomachs could handle. But that didn’t stop her; she enjoyed her craft.

As CC put a tray of lemon poppy muffins onto the counter in order for them to cool, she heard some light bickering out in the main area of the ship. She poked her head outside of the kitchen, noticing Hat Kid letting Conductor in through the side window. She didn’t hear what they had said initially, but she continued listening in on their conversation.

“You should consider yourself lucky, lassie. I almost neeeever take anyone with me to a movie viewing. But... I guess this does make up for me trying to kill you and all, so... come on, get dressed in something a little more appropriate for such an event! Don’t ya got any nice dresses or something? It’s formal!”

Hat Kid rolled her eyes, but she did have a number of formal outfits in case she needed them for the occasion. She simply nodded her head and went towards her bedroom.

Hearing their conversation, CC slowly exited the kitchen. “Going to a movie viewing?” she kindly asked. “What’s that like?”

Conductor stumbled, letting out a light yelp. “O-oh! You startled me. I didn’t realize the little lass had anyone else on this ship.”

“Oh no, I didn’t mean to startle you,” she said, crossing her arms behind her back. “The name’s Cookie, but I go by Cooking Cat, too.”

Conductor raised his head up a little bit, letting his nose pick up the scents coming from the kitchen. “I can take a guess why they call you Cooking Cat. Whatever yer cooking in there, it smells quite lovely!”

CC chuckled. “Why, thank you! They’re lemon poppyseed muffins. I actually have a lot of them. You should take them to your movie thing if you want ‘em.”

Conductor smiled. “That... that would be nice.” He rubbed the back of his head. “I’m, uh... I’m the Conductor. B-but my friends call me Wesley.”

CC’s eyes glowed. “O-oh, I thought I recognized who you were. You’re that director, right? I love your movies.”

His eyes widened. “Y-you do? You’ve seen my movies?”

Cooking Cat quickly nodded her head. “Of course! I don’t get out to watch very many, but I love a good Western. Oh, it’s a shame that I won’t be able to go to this viewing.”

Almost out of nowhere, a ticket practically spawned into Cooking Cat’s hand. She felt it, then looked down to see Hat Kid standing there, oddly wearing a tuxedo much akin to what the Conductor was wearing. “W-what is this, sweetheart? Are you giving me a ticket?”

“Go,” she whispered. Her eyes wandered from the Conductor, then quickly back to Cooking Cat. A bright smile curled onto Hat Kid’s face. “Go with Conductor.”

“But I thought you wanted to go, lass!” Conductor asked. “What are you doing giving away your ticket?”

But Conductor’s words went unheard as Hat Kid wandered back into her bedroom to change out of the uncomfortable tuxedo.

Cooking Cat chuckled. “Well, I guess that’s that. She can be a bit stubborn like that, but you get used to it.” She clutched her ticket in both hands. “Well, I guess you’ll be my date, Wesley,” Cooking Cat said innocently. “I can box up some muffins for the both of us. They’re my special recipe, so I hope you enjoy them.”

As he watched Cooking Cat return to the kitchen, Conductor’s face lit up red. “Y-yeah... I’m sure I will.”

[detroitbecomesmemes]

Okay but... I’m a slut for the 3Cs... headcanons, fics, fan art, cosplayers... boi I would DIE for them.