SS mentioned Prospitians adding veils to their hats. Is that what HD and NB got going on since carapaces don't have hair?
You are correct! Their “hair” is just fluffy veils that resemble human hair since it’s meant as insulation from the cold. Prospitians aren’t used to cool temperatures so it feels uncomfortable for them to not have some kind of shawl or fabric around your head that covers it tightly. Examples:
In contrast, right now there’s a fashion trend among Skaia’s rebuilding civilizations of wearing brimmed hats or hoods to block the sunlight from the eyes. Examples:
There have to be brims or it’s not current fashion, it’s the wartime trend of pointy, snug hats that won’t fall off easily. Such as these:
As of the modern day, it’s currently “in vogue” to have a wig-like veil underneath a smaller hat and variants like those. This way they can maintain the current fashion of “brimmed hat” as well as a more traditional wraparound/snugness that was in fashion during the war.
And that’s why Hysterical Dame and Nervous Broad have their hats that look like hair! What fashionable ladies. Tend-setters, even!
I was thinking about how odd it is that Magica De Spell doesn't use an alias. Since magic users normally have them to protect against curses... And then a remembered her name is /Magica De Spell/. Which, in retrospect, is like the most obvious witch alias ever.
GOOD REMINDER because I had a conversation with a pal ages ago about this exact thing, and we basically came up with a theory that it became tradition for people born into traditionally magical families to give their child a ‘true’ name first, then bring them up using another, so basically they never know their ‘real’ curse-able name? something like that. A bit like the Beagle Boys all going by their prison numbers instead of whatever they were born as :’D
It’s also interesting to me that the only other relatives of Magica’s we know about are also magical, but Magica is a sorceress (someone who has had to study to be able to use magic rather than inheriting an ability to). So from that we can guess that maybe she was an exception in her family. That, maybe, she was born without genetic magic into a magical family, but decided to knuckle down and become the best damn witch the world’s ever seen in spite of it. That’s all theory though, I don’t know anything about her parents from the canon I’ve read (I don’t even know if there is anything about them) and I know even with my extensive reading that there’s a lot of duck comics that I haven’t read yet!
How about Bunny Bravo mothering Jack and Jack getting unexpectedly emotional because of it, like surprising himself by crying sort of emotional, maybe ending in a hug?
okay bless u but also heck u ohmygod this kills the man I am so ready for this also I am crying get ready here we go
“You’re so good for my Johnny,” Bunny said, playfully slapping Jack’s shoulder. Johnny had left the pair alone in the living room as he went back into the yard to check on the burgers he was grilling. Jack was a bit nervous to be meeting Johnny’s mother, but being in a home with a family was...a pleasant experience.
“Thank you, ma’am,” Jack inclined his head slightly.
“Oh no need to call me that, dearie,” Bunny smiled. “You’re so kind and respectful! Maybe you can rub off on Johnny!” she laughed and slapped Jack on the arm again. “Oh dearie you’re so thin! I mean muscular but also thin? Classic sign of a man who doesn’t take care of himself.”
“Ah...” Jack blushed. “I suppose I...don’t live quite a perfect lifestyle.”
“You don’t think you deserve it do you?”
“What?” Jack asked.
Bunny looked at Jack with knowing eyes. “I’ve known lots of folks like you, Jack. You’re so focused on what you can do for others you forget what you should do for yourself.”
Jack looked at his feet, and was silent for a moment. “...there is much I must do for others. There is no time for...distractions.”
“You stayed with Johnny though,” Bunny said. “So there’s some hope for you, right? You must believe somewhere deep down that you deserve to be happy right?”
“I...” Jack sighed. “I think maybe it would be better for me to focus right now...if I don’t succeed then everyone I love will...”
“Those shoulders may be broad, but I don’t think they could hold the world, dear,” Bunny said, putting a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “Let yourself be taken care of now and then, okay? Johnny and I, we’ll take care of you.”
Jack looked at Bunny, this woman he had just met who was already promising to take care of him. It had been...too long since he had seen his own mother. Too long. Now, here was Johnny’s promising to take care of him. Johnny was lucky to have a mother like this.
Jack suddenly realized a tear was slipping down his cheek. Bunny tutted with concern and fetched a box of tissues from a nearby end table, handing it to Jack.
“Thank you,” Jack said. “I’m sorry for this...I just...I miss my own mother I suppose.”
“Well I’m your mother now too, honey,” Bunny insisted fiercely. “It’s decided. Yes, you can always come to me.”
I know it's not really shippy, but how about Jack getting shit for wearing a skirt/dress and Scotty responding by wearing a kilt?
I am HERE for this babe
Jack rarely wore dresses his sophomore year.
His junior year? Sure he was too depressed to care what people thought. Hell he’d killed a man, he didn’t care what people said behind his back.
But sophomore year?
He was scared. He’d been attacked. Nasty slurs had been written on his locker.
One day he’d gotten up the courage to put on his favorite heels and a cute blue dress Da Samurai had sent him the link to. The first two classes were fine, no teacher told him to change (even the ones that didn’t believe in gender being bullshit were just grateful he was wearing any clothes at all), and no one did much more than stare.
Then he was cornered in the bathroom by a trio of cackling boys.
“I do not wish to hurt you,” Jack said, not entirely believing himself.
“Oh, like the girly man could hurt us,” the lead boy laughed, flexing swollen muscles. Jack got ready to fight, but was interrupted by a sudden yell from the door of the bathroom.
“Now EXCUSE ME,” Scottie roared. “I see ya boys are asking my pal for some fashion advice, but trust me, I’m the expert in that department.”
They all turned to see Scottie entering the bathroom, a pair of black heeled boots on his feet and a kilt around his hips.
“Beat it ya rotten sheep-humpin’ repressed hets,” Scottie growled. Whether Jack or Scottie was the better fighter had never been decided, but Scottie was definitely louder and bigger than Jack, and that was enough to scare the boys off.
“Thank you, friend,” Jack sighed with relief.
“Whatcha thanking me for? I’m making yer legs look like shite,” Scottie said, posing.
