#hc idea

[theoncelerishot]

memories- hisoka x reader

Summary: Hisoka’s an enigma. Not many people know about his past- and you’re not too sure if he even chooses to remember it. But, you want to know more about him, you want to learn his insides and outs, as if he's the back of your hand. There is a lot to learn, and you want to know everything.

ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ﹕ ʰᵉˡˡᵒᵒᵒ ⁱᵐ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵖᵒˢᵗ, ⁱᵗˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃˡᵐᵒˢᵗ ² ʷᵉᵉᵏˢ ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉ ᵐʸ ˡᵃˢᵗ ʰⁱˢᵒᵏᵃ ᵖᵒˢᵗ   ﹕ᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗˢ ᶜʳᵃᶻʸ. ⁱ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵉᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ² ʰᵒᵘʳˢ ᵃᵍᵒ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᵗˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ ⁱᵗˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ, ⁱ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʷᵒʳᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ  ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ⁽ⁱ ᵐᵃʸ ᵒʳ ᵐᵃʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵈᵉˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ˢᵗʳᵉˢˢ ᵃʰᵉᵐ⁾. ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ˢᶜᵉⁿᵃʳⁱᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ʷᵉᵉᵏˢ ᵃᵍᵒ ˢᵒ ⁱ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ⁱᵗ ʰᵉʰᵉʰᵉ ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ  (˘³˘)♡ 

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"I wanna know more about you." 

You two sat criss-cross-apple-sauce opposite of each other on your shared bed, cigarette smoke puffing from your lips as all the windows were open. 

It was a risky question to ask, that's for damn sure. But being stoned made the question roll right off your tongue, and well, Hisoka was pretty high as well. 

"What else is there to know? You know me better than I know myself." He takes the cigarette out of your hands and takes it into his own mouth. 

You roll your eyes at his question. "I don't know like anything about you.. All I know is how much you love bubble gum." 

A puff of smoke rolled over his top lip as he spoke, "Ah yes, Bungee Gum. I could really use some right now. ♠" as fast as the sparkle in his eyes appeared, it disappeared as a frown tugged at his lips from the mention of his favorite brand going bankrupt. 

"Sooo.. Tell me at least something!"

"Well, there's a lot to unpack with that question." 

Watching Hisoka puff another cloud out of his mouth made you all giddy, even if you didn't know much about him, his appearance could almost make up for the lack of knowledge. 

"Well, start somewhere.. Anywhere."

Hisoka taps the cigarette on the ash tray, and grinds it to mush, lightly coughing when some ash enters his nostrils. "Hm, let's see. A while ago I was disqualified from the first Hunter Exam I took as I almost killed a judge-" 

"Woah, really? The Hisoka Morrow disqualified?" you interrupt him," what happened??" 

He lights a new cigarette with a few flicks to the lighter, "He was a poor excuse of an examiner. I didn't approve of his skills."

Hisoka passes you the cigarette while blowing out a ring of smoke. It always impressed you how weirdly talented he was at smoke tricks. 

"Crazy. Well, good on you if he was a bad examiner." 

He chuckles softly, "In the next year's hunter exam, the examiner came back for blood. Unfortunately, he wasn't nearly as exciting as I thought he would be." he let's out a dramatic sigh. 

"Disappointing," he hums in agreement. 

You light up with a new question to ask, "Tell me something about your childhood.. Like how you found Bungee Gum or something!" 

He jerks his head up and chuckles, "Feeling bold, are we?" 

You pucker your lips and put a cigarette to them. "Maybe.. -"

The pale moonlight casts shadows upon your face, your eyes sparkling with an ethereal glow. Your doe like features and glossy lips has Hisoka intoxicated. He wouldn't say he's in love- he can't be. But you're the reason he doesn't disappear for months on end like he used to. 

You break him out of his trance by moving your hands in his face, "Come onnn, tell me at least something about it." 

"Hm, what do I get in return? ♦" 

"A hug.? Or a kiss.. Whatever you prefer."

"Mm, I'll take the kiss." he says while slurring the the 'mm'. "When I was a child, my family was very poor, we couldn't afford Bungee Gum often. And when I did manage to get my hands on it, I would chew a singular piece of gum until it got very rubbery and would lose all its flavor."

"Oh.. That's sad.. I'm sorry.." you say, not knowing how to respond. 

He blows off your sympathy, "Now.. Where's that kiss?  ♥ " 

You roll your eyes at him, "Fine.." you get on your knees and grab his head tightly, smushing your face against his. You leave his lips with a 'mwah' and sit back down. 

"Happy?" you say teasingly. 

"Very." he says, licking his lips. 

You let out a big puff of smoke right in Hisoka's face while you giggle. He huffs and inhales all the fresh piney grey fumes, finishing with a sigh. 

"You were in a circus, right? I think I remember you mentioning a circus once or twice.." 

"Oh! So you do know more than you let on.." he snickers. 

"Whoops." 

"But to answer your question, I was. I joined the circus when I was around.. Seven. The ringleader scouted me out, realizing how talented I was, he invited me into the circus. I developed my nen around that time, as well. ♦ "

"Wow, you must've been a realll talented child prodigy." you say sarcastically. 

"I was. ♥ " you roll your eyes at his response. "Now.. Let's hear some of your own stories." 

You tap the cigarette ash off on the ash tray, bringing it back to your mouth. "There's a ton I could talk about." you smile. 

"We have all night, don't we?" 

[devilnoms]

This is just a warm up doodle but...

I really like the idea of Twilight just passing down her mommy issues from Celestia on to Opaline and it actually fucking up tremendously, because realistically speaking all of that responsibility that Celestia forced onto her really didn't help her be better at friendship it just made her a more “efficient” ruler.

And after all of her friends eventually died I have a feeling Twilight would regress back into who she used to be back in season 1 and just sort of shut down any and all help, instead giving herself all the work. Pretty much I think she would just become Celestia 2.0 because she was set up to end up like that. 

It would be a Celestia and Sunset Shimer “fuck you, your not my mom” all over agian. With Opaline not understanding why friendship is important and Twilight not being able to give her the same speech she gave Luster Dawn. 

She would come off as a hypocrite

Personally I don't think Twilight would ever be able to make such deep connections with anyone else after all of her friends are gone.

Through The Season's Twilight became JUST “Princess Twilight” due to bad writing but I think this could play into her becoming not an antagonist but more of a cataclyst for the villian to come.

I'll have a more detailed timeline of my Hc once it's all fully written down but just having the concept out of my brain will help me shape it into something more coherent.

[hatsampixie]

I think I have an explanation as to how Sundrop turned into Moondrop so quick:

Some kind of illusion disc.

[harunayuuka]

Why is Michael so crazy for MC?

A headcannon about Michael and MC:

*MC was the very first human who flirted, kissed, and fell in love with Michael (the first version of themselves)

*However, when the war broke out. Michael had broken up with MC, not wanting them to get involved. MC misunderstood.

*They chose to join the demons and fight on their side... (And their last resort to see him.)

*Michael witnessed how they died, without having any chance to hold or even say MC's name.

[ecfandom]

Okay, yet another future HC idea. I have to put them down here or I’ll forget them for ever. This one is still murky in my mind, but similar to the other NASA one. Obviously, space has been on my mind...

SO: 

It’s a lots of years into the future. We (as in human kind) have successfully completed the first colonization mission to Mars. (Bleh colonization, I KNOW.) Lexa was a part of that first mission and has been living on Mars for 3 years now. Back on Earth, Clarke is an adorable, nerdy edaphologist (studier of how soil interacts with living things, especially plants) who has been following the Mars missions with borderline obsession. Twice, she submitted proposals to NASA for the Mars missions, but was always rejected for the “irrelevance of her specialty to the current phase of Mars missions.” AKA they think her theories are bonkers.

Well, when two years into the colonization of Mars and their crops start failing, NASA and the other three collaborating space agencies, start to panic. They employ the best plant scientists the world has to offer, millions of dollars in federal and international funding spent over the course of the third year, trying to find a solution, but none of the Botanists, Astrobotanists, Agronomists, Chemists, Geologists, farmers and other experts employed can figure it out. 

The colonization team on Mars are starting to lose hope, knowing full well that their freeze-dried rations will only last so long once their fresh food sources completely die off. They’re on a conference call with NASA when the director officially tells them that they “don’t have anything yet, but are continuing to employ the best minds”...universal code language for: “You’re fucked.” 

Cue colonization team lead, Mission Commander Lexa Woods who’s all: “I’ve been doing some research and...” This NERD. I mean, they’re all nerds, they’re in space for gays sake, but what always catches people off guard is that Commander Woods is so smoldering. Like stoic as Eurpoa and hotter than Venus smoldering. Nerds can look and act like anything, this has long been accepted, BUT everyone knows there are two sides to space missions: the scientists and the soldiers. Take one look at Lexa, and you’d immediately expect a military background. Most people tend to forget she’s got four degrees from MIT, Stanford and Princeton, two of which are PhDs. 

So all heads turn when this sexy ass space sailor who normally says the minimum amount of words required to lead her team and get the job done, speaks up with an “forgive me but you’re fucking WRONG” tone and is all, “I’ve been doing some research and with all due respect, you’re not asking the right people. It’s not the plants and it’s not the atmosphere. We have contended for all those variables time and time again. We replicated all of it over and over again back home, and know exactly what’s it’s doing up here, and according to all of our data, it should be fine. So what’s the one thing we weren’t able to replicate exactly on Earth? The one thing we barely understand?” 

Silence. 

“The soil. It’s leaching into our compost. It has to be. I have a feeling it’s the perchlorate levels. If Martian soil is leaching into our terrestrial compost, we’re essentially trying to grow our food in rocket fuel.” 

“We’ve already consulted with the world’s leading botonists, Commander, I think they would--” 

“I don’t want a botanist. I don’t need a three-million dollar moron to tell me what I already know. No offense, Jim,” she says to the mission’s botanist sitting to her left. 

“None taken,” he shrugs. He couldn’t figure out what the hell was wrong with their food either. 

“If you’re worried about perchlorate levels,” the director says, his voice measured, “we’ll re-consult the chemists.” 

“No. No, you’re not--” Lexa struggles to keep her temper in check. She takes a deep breath, willing herself not to shout. Though they’d long since figured out how to cut the travel time of radio frequencies between Earth and Mars down to something nearly resembling a phone call, Lexa had grown up in her NASA career accustomed to the minute-long, sometimes hour and day-long communication delays it took the radio signals to make it to Earth and back, and she’d learned it was always best to use that time to find your composure, regroup and get the point across. 

“Look,” she starts in again, calmer this time, “We have a botanist and two chemists sitting right next to me as we speak. Three of the best, and they don’t know what’s going on. Your minds back home don’t know what’s going on. I want something else.” 

“What, Lexa? What do you want? We can’t materialize scientists out of thin air. We have tried. Our best option is to send a supplies mission to you before your rations run out.” 

“That’s not feasible, and you know it. We can’t subsist on freeze-dried green beans for the two years it takes you to get a supplies mission here. We need to fix what we’ve got.” 

“What do you want, Lexa?” The director asks in defeat. “You want biologists? Geologists? They’re all going to say the same thing. There’s only so much they can do from here.” 

“Exactly.” 

“Exactly what?” 

“I don’t want anymore radio consults. I want someone here.” 

“Out of the question.” 

“An edaphologist.” 

“No.” 

“30 seconds ago you were willing to spend 4 billion dollars to send us a bunch of freeze dried meat dust. Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime. Fix what we already have, Phil, and do it soon. Otherwise...are you prepared to tell the world you let 15 global citizens starve to death on a planet no one wanted us to stay on? Is that really where you want this to go? The world asked for exploration, not colonization, and this is why. We don’t belong here. But as long as we are, I’d really like to not waste away on this red hellhole for the next 378 days that our rations last.” 

“Charming, Lexa. That’s real nice, I’m sure your team loves to hear their commander talking like that.” 

“My team aren’t ostriches with their heads in the sand! They all know what’s goin on here. They know what’s at stake. Don’t patronize them by acting like a supply mission that gets here in two years is going to solve our problems. Do what’s right, Phil, god dammit!”

The silence that follows is so long, Lexa almost thinks that the connection has been lost...or terminated. Her backs hits her chair in exhaustion and frustration as she rubs her hand over her face.  

“Who.” Comes the equally exhausted, finally, voice over the radio. 

Lexa sits ups, re-energized. “What?” 

“Who do you want.” 

It takes her less than a second. “Griffin. Clarke Griffin.” 

“Lexa...” 

“I know what NASA thinks of her, but I’ve read her proposals and she knows what she’s doing, and with all due respect sir, if you didn’t have your heads so far up your asses about her father, you’d know it too.   She’s the one for this job. If I’m wrong, permission granted to launch me into the Kuiper belt.” 

A long sigh echoes over the comms, then: “Of all the people in the world, you want the daughter of the man who intentionally tanked a 38 billion dollar mission citing a misplaced sense of moral high ground.”

“I want the solution, sir. And she’s it.”

*** Part 2? Should I? 

[ectoflowermaid]

What they'd all do if snowed in?

Oooh I did a rainy day one but that sounds fun too, I’ll add that to the list my dude thank u very much!

[ectoflowermaid]

How about Gaming Night? Who would want to play what, how good would they be... (obv Roxy and Sollux would kick ass) :)

Oof, I really like this but I don’t know anything about video games 😅I can talk about super smash and just dance and like, I have a vague understanding of overwatch? Maybe I’ll do some research lmao, thanks for the suggestion I really appreciate it man!!!!!

[vorish-egos]

How do the Ego 🅱️ois ™️ react to sleepy or tired prey?

I imagine off the top of my head lots of cuddles and nuzzling, caring and attentive cradling even from the most aloof of the preds. From a sweet and gentle Chase carefully holding the sleepyhead like a fragile infant to get them somewhere nice and quiet to tuck them in for the night, to Dark or even Anti taking the prey away from the others so that they can have the peace and quiet of gulping them down into possessive and certain safety— or maybe even just swallowing them then and there, so that the other egos know that there's no monkeying around when it comes to the precious one of the household.

It depends also on if they're a familiar prey, or a new one, ie. if they started nodding off on the couch or were found shivering and soaking wet from a rainstorm outside, hungry and quite lethargic. Each ego is unique, and each AU of every one is even more diverse; some realities might take advantage of the sleepy states and claim a free meal; others might take pity and give them a "free room" where they can settle down for the night or nap. 

One of the more popular tropes here I believe would be for whichever ego finds the sleepy prey to be quiet and soft, carefully lifting them up and away and speaking in a hushed voice to them, gently rubbing their head and lulling them the last stretch to sleepytime junction; and then carefully gulping them down to stow them away where they'd be nice and safe, and close by so that if they needed something or didn't want to feel alone, then they wouldn't have to worry. Even just a nice doze in one of their stomachs sounds very pleasant, I'd be down for a night at Hotel a la Vore

~Zharin~