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canon is what happens in the text. e.g. merlin tries to poison morgana

a headcanon is a fact that you have personally made up as an elaboration of canon. it is your invention. e.g. i think morgana and gwen had a teenage lesbian situationship before the events of canon. or, i think modern morgana would love evanesence.

an interpretation is how one reads the existing text. it is not an invented fact nor is it a headcanon, it is a reading. e.g. i think merlin tries to poison morgana out of misplaced self-hatred. or, i think that one line was delivered with suppressed malice and shows a nuanced relationship.

fanon is the general fandom’s accepted headcanons and interpretations that elaborate or recontextualize canon. e.g. merlin is a badass waif and morgana is a bitch.

Does Mint have a favorite parent?

What If green was the one carrying the pod instead of white?

Did mint ever blackmail green by saying that they will report them?since Green is an imposter

I did answer these questions in other Posts, I can refresh.

Also I’m doing this why I work on the next post.

Question 1:

Mint’s favourite parent would be white, since is the one that carried them.

Question 2:

The way green is in this au is a little bit like Eddie Brock and Venom, Green isn’t 100% their self, but it also isn’t 100% the ailen, they like merged into a same being. Orange and Green both have. In some chase Orange and or Green may refer to themselves as We, referring to The real crewmate and the Imposter.

If it sounds messy it’s because it is.

But because of that there is the high possibility that Green can’t carry pods, and could potentially only lay eggs due to the alien. But is it wasn’t for the ailen, green definitely would’ve carried pods, especially since White was incredibly ill during their gestation.

Question 3:

Also Mint would 100% blackmail, Mint likes other crewmates and does make friends, but they would be willing to sacrifice either Crewmate or another imposter for their own reasons, much like any other imposter, they are just as selfish. Tho most of those times the sellouts would be of other imposters that weren’t orange or Green, because they are family and Mint grew up around them.

But they love doing it to ragebait. If Green was to target white again though, Mint probably would throw them under the bus, or at least try.

My Question:

Now I have a question regarding my next post, i am not a fast drawer, especially when doing it digitally, I have received ALOT of asks asking about Mint and the Crew of the Skeld, so I was just wondering if you would like me to do it digitally or traditionally?

Traditionally is better practice for me and I tend to be faster. But I understand if digitally is preferred because it’s cleaner.

Here is an example of a mini comic I did in my book, just for Funnies.

Baby mint

I'm sure White and 'Green' had to talk before and after Mint was born.

Like, is the real Green still around? Or what are the aliens and what's their purpose? And what will they do next?

You don't have to reply to this message with an illustration; you can just write. Don't take it the wrong way; I like your art, but sometimes I feel it might be too much for you.

I appreciate this to I’ll take this chance, I have been getting a lot of questions about it.

Yes White and Green are Married. I showed it subtly through rings.

Now for the original reason why they got married, was to make white feel better during their Gestation, carrying mint.

White obviously still has standards from their family, and all though they were never taught about where beans actually came from, their parents taught them what was important and what can tarnish the family name.

Such as, giving birth to a child born out of Wedlock. The idea that Mint’s pod was going to be born a bastard, would send white into hysteria especially when they were already in a delicate state.

Green had tried to say they could marry once they got to industria, but white said the beans would still be bastards, since blue had said there was a good chance the beans will be born on the ship.

So to help cheer up their patient, Blue called in a favour with Lime (since lime, legally can do that.), and Lime wedded White and Green in medbay while white was bed ridden.

Now I’m going to explain Imposter Green’s feelings on white.

They do have feelings for white, half of it is love and passion, that is from original green, who shares their body with the alien. The alien’s feelings for white are Possession and lust. And since in this au the crewmate and the imps are more symbiotic then a full takeover, their feelings sorta blend together.

Like imposter green could swear to the sun they will gut White watch the life fade from their visor, but then they would slap on a “but not today” and go back to spooning white. And White is aware of this, white knew this within the first weeks.

Somewhere during their first week on the ship, the imposter was spending a lot of time around white, leading white to believe the intern liked them, and they liked them back. It wasn’t till when Green finally got them alone White found out Green was the alien. This was supposed to be when white was to die. But white showed little fear, they were scared very much soo, but they were also very into it. This confused the imposter so much.

Eventually it turned into occasional hookups, the imposter had decided it would lead white on, then betray them by killing them. (Yeah keep telling yourself that pal)

And as you know, eventually this resulted in Minty, so it wasn’t a one time bang and boom knocked up, no this had been going on for like 2-3 months.

I hope that explained it alittle, sorry I just woke up and wanted to answer this one.

But I would draw the hospital wedding if y’all want.

I couldn’t find the ask that would’ve gone with this😭

But yeah this is like a part 2 to that joke comic I did, someone on here asked if i would make any more Fan-children, ages ago. And then on the joke comic someone on instagram asked if Orange would take it literally. And I loved that so here is Sunrise.

Sunrise came from only Orange, my personal head cannon is that imposters reproduce either via eggs, or they reproduce Asexually using parts of their host’s bodies.

That is also why Sunrise looks bigger then Mint, it’s because, Mint was born prematurely.

I've had an idea about what the costume designs the circus guys would create for Elena (my MC)

Now we will see the rankings of each member with respect to the design of each clown

Desing Pierrot:

His costume is simple but lovely, representing how Pierrot sees Elena, a beautiful maiden covered in his marks; the fact that she wears his colors and even his shapes makes him tremble with pure pleasure and happiness. Pierrot: 10000/10 (It's too obvious.) Jester: 7.5/10 (An adorable costume for Pierrot's pet) Harley: 0.1/10 (he only likes cleavage.) TT: 5.0/10 good Doc: 8.5/10 (cute)

Desing Harlequin:

What about the ideas of the threat? He simply wanted to highlight Elena's "beauty," clearly emphasizing the shape of her figure. Quin swears that if Elena wears that costume while handing out flyers, they will attract thousands of victims (which he was right; the day they put this theory into practice, ticket sales couldn't keep up. The problem is that they had to cancel some shows because they had to control Pierrot and his enormous impulse to stab the Green Goblin).

Harlequin: 10/10 (delicious~ I'm a genius) Pierrot: No... (Deeply conflicted, he admits deep down that Elena looks… extremely attractive, but the fact that she wears so many brands and his rival's colors is a definite no. Besides, he hates how unpleasant humans look at Elena when she wears that disguise. He already has one threat being a pain in the ass, without adding thousands more.) Jester: 0.0/10 (He doesn't want any more problems.) TT: 0.0/10 (vulgar...) Doc: 5.0/10 (cute)

Desing Ticket Taker:

Elegant, perfectly tailored to her figure, a well-dressed lady who doesn't detract from Elena's beauty, TT is more than proud of his design. Like everyone else, she wears his colors and shapes, but for Bil, Elena is an obedient, calm, and quiet pet. She only speaks when told, but her eyes—Elena's eyes are an icy blue, yet there's a burning fire in them, something our blue man secretly loves. And to complement those crystalline eyes, where a silk handkerchief is reflected, rests his pin; after all, he was the one who saw her first (even knowing that Pierrot is with Elena). TT: 10/10 (Elegant) Pierrot: 10/10 (you look so gorgeous my dearest) Harlequin: 0.2 (Lots of clothes!) Jester: 8.5 (charming pet) Doc: 5.0 (cute)

Desing Doctor:

For Elena's costume, the Doctor didn't think twice: a suit similar to his own, but one that would stand out in the darkness of his shop and remind him that Elena was there while he was lost in his experiments. He also brought a cute little bag where Elena kept her notebook for when she needed to jot down important things the Doctor shouldn't forget. What an adorable assistant! Doctor: 10/10 (cute Assistant) Jester: 6.5 (Agreed, but it will be difficult to remove the bloodstains if Elena helps the doctor with his experiments.) Pierrot: 6.5 (Very pretty, but Pierrot would like to see more of Elena's face) TT: 6.5 (Agreed, but it will be difficult to remove the bloodstains) Harlequin: 5.0 (Sorry Doc, a lot of clothes, but nice try. He really wants to see Elena's face, but he's not going to admit it out loud.)

Desing Jester:

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You arrived at Doctor’s tent pouting with your injured hand held out, awaiting his inspection. Only a few minutes prior, you’d accidentally burnt your hand while attempting to make yourself food, and immediately, you’d dropped everything and rushed to his tent. Doctor then dropped everything he was doing to sit you on his table and inspect the burn. 

“So how, exactly, did this happen?” he asked, turning your hand one way and then the other to get a better look at the injury. 

“Cooking gone wrong.” You shrugged, not quite sure how else to respond. “Like spring break gone wild, but less booze, more clothes.”

Doctor paused to peek at you, a look you knew meant that he wasn’t impressed by your antics, before he returned his attention to your hand. “It’s not severe by any means, and it should heal by the end of the week.”

He slathered the burn in ointment, then gently wrapped it in gauze and bandages, taking great care in the task. He was diligent, his fingers dexterous in a movement he’d executed a thousand times before. Right before your eyes, you were bandaged and good as new. Fortunately, the burn had been on the side of your hand, so even with it wrapped, all your fingers were available to you. 

You wiggled your fingers at Doctor. He gently covered your hand with his own, cautious of where the burn was beneath the gauze. “How does it feel?”

Stretching and flexing your fingers, you inspected his bandaging. “Not bad. You’re pretty good at this. Maybe you should think about a career in this sort of thing.” You shot him a teasing smile, giggling to yourself and kicking your feet that hung off the side of the table.

“Someone is feeling rather bubbly after burning themselves,” Doctor said. He kept your hand in his, fingers curled around yours, toying with them slowly. 

“Thank you for patching me up. Can I offer you a kiss in return?” You lean forward, puckering your lips. 

Doctor lifted his free hand, grabbing the protruding beak of his mask and slipping it off, to reveal red irises locked on your lips. You’ve grasped his attention entirely with one simple movement. “If you wish, my dear.”

One massive hand slid up the side of your neck, stopping to cradle the back of your head, carefully tipping it back to better angle his lips to yours. And when his mouth met yours, tingles sparked their way down your body, masking the light throb and burn of your injury. His claws dragged against your scalp, eliciting a tiny moan to slip from your lips. Doctor swallowed the noise with the expertise of someone that had memorized your body and your reactions.

When he pulled away, your eyes fluttered open, lips parting around a contented sigh. Your lips curved into a dorky smile. “You’re too good at that. If you keep at it, I might just become addicted.”

“I believe you already are, dearest,” he responded, not with arrogance but with fact.

It was a fact. You knew it to be true. 

You hummed. “Well, if I’m addicted, then that wasn’t enough. I need another hit.” You held your bandaged hand out to him, letting it go a bit limp for show. “It still hurts, can you kiss it better?”

It was true enough. Your injury was most definitely a bother, but not enough so that you really required any more medical attention. Just his normal attention. All for you. Perhaps you were addicted to that as well. 

Doctor held your hand in his, balancing it as delicately as he would a newborn chick. His lips grazed the bandages as he said, “Here?” 

You couldn’t help the shiver that ravaged your body. “Yes,” you sighed.

His lips pressed a gentle kiss over your injury. It was over too soon, so you quickly added, “Another one.”

Doctor glanced up at you as he slowly turned your hand and pressed his lips to your palm. Then, without your prompting, he trailed a line of kisses down your thumb, then your forefinger, and he continued down each of your fingers, ending with a soft nip at the sensitive pads of each finger. But his eyes never strayed from yours. He held you hostage, watching you with a reverence that nearly shattered your world. 

You could hardly catch your breath, each inhale an uphill battle that had your chest heaving. And your heart was no better—it pounded wildly against your sternum, begging to be released. To tear itself from your body to get a taste of those kisses itself.

“Anywhere else?” Doctor whispered.

With a trembling finger, you pointed to your neck. This was an opportunity you couldn’t miss. Perhaps you truly were addicted to his kisses. 

Doctor wasted no time, guiding your head to the side for easy access to the sensitive skin of your throat. He started at the junction of your neck and shoulder, leaving a line of searing kisses along your heated skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His lips trailed up your neck, stopping to nip at your jaw before placing a final kiss just below your ear. 

Your mouth was open on a silent moan, and you realized that you were panting, though you couldn’t bring yourself to be bothered. Why stop when you were enjoying this so much? Too much. 

“Where else, darling? Tell me where to worship you,” he mumbled into your hair. 

“Everywhere,” you moaned, gripping the back of his hair. “Give me everything. I want it all.”

“All you ever have to do is ask—demand, and you’ll have it,” he responded as you guided his face to yours. “I’m yours to command. Simply a follower at your altar, kneeling before a deity I’m all too willing to sell my soul to.”

After a chaste peck to your lips, Doctor dropped to his knees before the table, right between your dangling legs. Slowly, he slipped your shoe off, then one claw beneath the top of your sock, pulling it down just enough to leave a hot, lingering kiss to the inside of your ankle. Doctor forged a path of open-mouthed kisses up your calf, stopping at the inside of your knee to leave another tantalizing bite. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to tease and taunt. To elicit a soft moan from you.

With the fingers of your injured hand still tangled in his hair, you leaned back on your other hand, spreading your legs wider for him to insert his wide shoulders and get better access to your thighs. Your head fell back on an unabashed moan as he sunk his teeth into the top of your thigh, drawing a few drops of blood that he quickly licked away. He dropped a soft kiss to the afflicted area, humming against your skin as if satisfied with his work. 

“So perfect,” he mumbled. 

He seemed to be lost in his own world, content to indulge in the taste of your skin, your blood, your very essence. So you laid back on his table, scratching your nails along his scalp as he laid claim to every inch of your body, committing himself to you fully. Over and over again, leaving his mark, whispering praises under his breath.

You smiled to yourself through the moans, more than happy to be laid upon this altar and worshipped like you were the only being he’d ever known.