May 24, 2025
I can't give context to all of this.. Air wub, cold wub, galvana, celestials I ship, persona art for my friendsies, and attmoz art
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I can't give context to all of this.. Air wub, cold wub, galvana, celestials I ship, persona art for my friendsies, and attmoz art
both fandoms would probably not get this au but whatever BoBoiBoy ori trio as Celestials from My Singing Monsters!! ⛰️⚡🌪️
So I headcanon that the Mythicals were created by some of the Celestials for different reasons. Tortt made Hyehehe for entertainment and friendship!
Now, here's Hyehehe entertaining baby Tortt!
Ever wonder what pure boredom looks like when mixed with a fixation??
Msm AU context pt. 1:Celestials (I'm bored)
Galvana: she/he/they, undiagnosed autistic, playful, likes building and art
Attmoz:he/him they/them, ADHD, energetic, likes meeting new people and doing new things
Scaratar: she/her they/them, honestly just normal, likes to carve on walls
Loodvigg: he/they/it, nocturnal, narcoleptic, likes crawling on both things and monsters (speaks in old english because.. Why not)
Tortt: he/they/it, likes to be alone, likes playing with objects
Syncopite:he/they, likes to play with toy trucks, genuinely thinks they're tough
Vhamp:they/them, plays with mlp dolls and scaring people for no reason
Blasoom: she/he, reads a lot of books and stuff(think of twilight sparkle)
Hornacle: he/him, really sensitive and likes playing pirates
Plixie:he/they, likes to party and prank people
Furnoss: they/it/he, doesnt hang around monsters much, likes to be in its own corner
Glaishur: he/it/they, alexithymia, very warm and fluffy
Epic Water Wubbox takes care of them , celestials are not a species in this au, they are kids in this au, the other species do exist and you can ask about them if you wanna also since im really bored, mlp and msm are going to be in the same universe
More Incorrect Quotes!
But now there's mushrooms! Also go birds!!!!
Glaishur: Advice of the day kids, if you ever meet someone who calls Gatorade flavors the actual name of the flavor instead of just the color then they are a certified nerd.
Loodvigg: Yeah but you have to specify, frost glacier or cool blue? You can’t just say blue because there’s more than one blue.
Glaishur: Blue and light blue, nice try nerd.
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Whajje: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.
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In a group chat...
Scaratar: A pagan just flew into my window.
Galvana: Pagan?
Tortt: A what?
Plixie: Ah yes, my favorite bird, Pagan.
Attmoz: I thought you said penguin for a second, LMAO!
Plixie: Just a normal day with flying penguins crashing into my window.
Attmoz: You have pigeons flying into your window? Can't relate, I have penguins flying into my window.
Scaratar: I literally just made a typo-
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Blasoom, after watching the Bee Movie: Plants are basically the ideal friends. They are quiet, friendly, and easy to please. All they need is a little water and fresh earth, and they are perfectly happy to lie there all day in the sun. And they don’t make increasingly awful life choices, or hide their relationships. They have never, as far as I know, fucked a bee.
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Galvana: Good morning.
Loodvigg: Good morning.
Scaratar: Good morning.
Attmoz, jokingly: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.
Vhamp, angry and sleep deprived: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS!
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HAHAHA IT'S FINALLY DONE!!!! This is for my MSM human AU. I wanted to get this out before I went to school. Hope you enjoy!
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The sun was just setting below the horizon around the city. Cars zipped on down roads. Buildings stood tall over the people.
However, in one building, a person is typing away at a keyboard connected to large monitors, speakers, and a microphone. Their brows furrowed in pure focus. It was reasonable, however. Their task was important.
“Alright, are you three in position?” They asked into the microphone.
“Copy that.” A deep smooth voice, Loodvigg, sounded from the speakers.
“Good. Be ready for the signal.”
As seconds that felt like minutes passed, they waited on baited breath. They needed to know if this went well. If anyone got injured, they need to make the call to pull them out of battle.
“Vhamp? What’s the signal again?” An elegant voice, Blasoom, asked.
Letting out a shaky sigh, they spoke into the microphone again, “It’ll be a firework. Whiz-Bang’s meant to set it off.”
“Then we’re off!” Blasoom declared. Though, Vhamp could’ve sworn they’ve heard someone cursed. Probably Loodvigg, if they could guess.
“Alright then.” They took a deep breath. ”Good luck.”
They started to bounce their legs and switched lines to their other teammates. If they remembered correctly, the other eight members were dealing with a suspicious fire.
“How’re things going over there?”
“We’re just finishing up here. We’ll be home in a bit.”
“Excellent. Thank you, Attomz.” They then added, “Can you tell me what happened?”
A pause. Probably him asking if he could say anything. However, they were nervous all the same. They had started to wring their hands. They took long, deep breaths.
“It was apparently an electrical fire,” Attmoz reported, “There was no one in the building and no evidence of any kind of arson.”
“Okay,” They responded, “If everything is done over there, there is one more thing you all could do.”
“What is it?” Another person, Furnoss, inquired.
Vhamp pulled up the location. “It’s over by the Silver Oak Plaza. Galvana, Loodvigg, and Blasoom should already be over there assisting Seasonals. Some of villain attack.”
“Aye-aye! We’ll be there in a bit!” Hornacle shouted joyously, “We’re close anyways!”
“Excellent. I’ll hear from you all in a bit, right?”
“Yeah, man, don’t worry about it.”
“Good,” Vhamp sighed, “I’ll be right here.”
They leaned forward and combined the lines. It’s the only reasonable thing to do. Once that was completed, all they needed to do was wait. That was their least favorite part. Vhamp never understood why, but it made them anxious. Maybe it was radio silence. That usually never meant anything good.
The door suddenly opened. That wasn’t right. Everyone should either be at or going to Silver Oak. So… who was that? Were they being robbed?
Vhamp stood slowly. Did they need to suit up? Well, they’re going to do that anyway. Reaching down, they grabbed their armor. It’d take too long to put it all on, so they just slipped on the metallic brown arm pieces. They approached the door to the control room.
Slowly opening the door, the intruder wandered around in the living room, clearly looking for something. Vhamp began to weigh their options. On one hand, they could fire an attack now, revealing their location, and possibly damage something. On the other, they could attempt to approach carefully and slowly and then attack, but risking the intruder being armed. Or maybe…
They steadied their aim and stepped out of the room. The intruder whipped their head around to stare them down. They look horrified, clearly not expecting anyone to be home.
“I’ll ask you once,” They hissed, “Leave. And I won’t fire.”
“N-no way!” The intruder pulled a knife out of their pocket. “You… you can go fuck yourself!”
“Hm. Fine.” They fired off a shot of energy from their hands into the intruder, knocking them over with a cry. They dashed over before they could scramble to their feet. Vhamp grabbed their shirt and glared down at them.
“I’m feeling nice, so I’m giving you one more chance,” They offered, “I’ll let you go, only if you don’t fight me along the way.”
They looked around for a second, then answered, “F-fine.”
“Good.” Vhamp heaved them onto their feet. They grabbed their wrists.
“What’re you doing?”
“Dragging you out. I’ll let you run away afterwards.”
The criminal grumbled under their breath. They took it as an agreement and started to drag them outside. Vhamp’s heart was racing. What if the intruder found some way to stab them? What if they did something worse?
As they opened the front door, the cold evening’s air hit them in a refreshing way. Vhamp felt their lips twitch into a little smirk. They threw the criminal out the door.
“Now, leave,” They ordered cooly.
The criminal ran, ran, and ran away from their house. Vhamp watched as they disappeared into the cityscape. Sighing, they stepped back indoors. They didn’t feel well, though they needed to get back to the control panel.
Opening the door to the control room, they sighed and slid the armor off their arms. They then sat down and rested their arms on their legs.
“Vhamp? Are you there?” Galvana’s voice sounded from the speakers.
They swallowed and answered, “I’m here. Just had to use the bathroom, sorry.”
“For thirty minutes?” Their friend’s voice had a joking tone, though Vhamp felt a lump form in their throat.
“... I also changed clothing,” They lied.
Galvana giggled, “Okay, well, we just finished up here and were just worried about the radio silence from your end.”
“I apologize. Is everyone alright?” They began to wring their hands again.
“You’re good,” They beamed, “Barely any injuries, just a few bruises. We’ll be back soon.”
“Excellent.” Vhamp relaxed a bit. “Anything any of you need when you get home?”
“Hmmmm… we can talk about food when we’re home,” Galvana then added, “Glaishur has been complaining about being hungry for, like, an hour!”
Vhamp nodded, “Alright. I’ll be waiting.”
“Alright, see you soon!” Galvana closed off the line.
Vhamp stood again and wandered upstairs. If they wanted their friends to believe them, they’d actually need to put on their pajamas. It did sound nice anyways. Walking into their bedroom, they b-lined to their dresser. They pulled out a cozy yellow sweater and its matching pants. They threw them on and headed back downstairs.
When arriving at the living room, Vhamp flopped onto the sofa. They didn’t feel much better. Now that they were thinking about it, maybe they were hungry? They hadn’t eaten very much today, seeing as they were quite busy with work. They usually get upset if they haven’t eaten.
Then, they realized they were shaking. Is it because the blood sugar drop? It probably was. Vhamp brought their arms up to their face and felt the tears that had begun to slowly fall. They cursed themself as they shot up.
They shuffled to the kitchen and grabbed a box of tissues. They didn’t want to eat just yet, they wanted to eat with their friends. They dabbed the tissue on their wet cheek. They sniffled and rested their head in their palm.
The front door opened and warm chattering filled the previously silent house. Vhamp smiled gently and wiped their face again.
“Hey,” They greeted weakly, “Welcome home.”
“Oh, Chord, what happened?” Galvavna asked and walked over to them. They pet their head gently. It felt nice.
Ah, yes. Their civilian name, Chord. They assumed that the work day was over, then. They melted into their friend’s hand. It just felt nice.
“Hungry… tired, probably,” Chord mumbled, “Welcome home, Volt.”
Sighing, the hero smiled, “Thanks, buddy.”
Chord pulled away and walked around the counter. They wrapped their arms around Volt’s lean frame. Volt chuckled and returned the hug. They also continued to pet their hair.
“Got any ideas for dinner then?” Volt asked quietly.
“No, just food,” Chord murmured, pressing their face into their shoulder.
Volt turned to their friends. “Any ideas for dinner?”
“Chinese?” Loodvigg suggested.
Rolling his eyes, Scaratar responded, “You always say that.”
“And yet we never get it!” Loodvigg complained.
“Hm, fair,” He shrugged, “I think I’ll go with that too, then.” The taller cheered quietly at the small victory.
“Pizza!” Tortt and Attomz yelled at the same time.
“Can Chinese be spicy?” Furnoss asked quietly. Loodvigg nodded. Then, he smiled, “Then I’m in.”
“Yeah, Chinese sounds nice,” Glaishur murmured, his eyes fluttering shut.
Hornacle nodded, “Yeah! It sounds awesome.”
“Tofu sounds nice,” Blasoom smiled, “Proto?” Proto, more well known as the hero Plixie, nodded.
“Chip?” Volt looked at the silent man, who simply nodded. It wasn’t much of an answer, but it’ll do.
“Ah man!” Attomz nudged Tortt with his elbow. “We lost, Tyler!”
The other snorted, “Damn.”
As the chattering grew, Volt walked them back over to the sofa. Chord sat between Scaratar and Tyler, as that was the only spot left. An arm wrapped around them and pulled into a rather tight hug.
“Tyler,” They mumbled, “You’re crushing me.” He loosened his grip on them, causing them to sigh in relief.
“Sorry, I was just worried,” He apologized, “You looked pretty upset when we came in.”
“It’s… alright. I was just a bit hungry, that’s all,” Chord muttered.
“A bit? You were crying,” Scaratar chimed in.
“Shush, Niko.” Tyler playfully hit him on the shoulder. “Let ‘em sugarcoat it.” Niko sighed, nodded, and leaned on Loodvigg, who pulled him in for a proper hug.
As Chord listened to the endless chattering from their friends, they started to feel a bit drowsy. They allowed themself shut their eyes. A little nap won’t kill me, right? They thought as they drifted off to that soft and calm darkness.
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“Hey, Chord,” Someone nudged them awake, “Food’s here.”
Groaning, they sat up and stared at the table. Sure enough, there was food. They had no idea what they got, but it was probably good, right? They leaned over and picked their bowl off the table and over to them. After opening it, they saw it was some noodles. Nothing fancy, really.
After mumbling their thanks, they joined the other in eating.
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“What do you mean we almost got robbed?!”