#sillybub

Ah, my most cursed and cracked headcannon.

Coricopat doesn’t (fully) exist.

Like, yes, he’s a physical being who can speak and touch, but he’s mostly a puppet controlled by Tantomile.

Her magic is far more powerful than many realize, because none of it can be as visible as Macavity’s or Mistoffelees’. She also rarely shows it off- she doesn’t want the spotlight.

However, she created Coricopat as a sort of clone of her. He looks exactly the same and is usually set to mimic her movements. They sing together, because he speaks when she compels him to. It’s like telepathy and mind control wrapped up in one.

Only rumpleteazer knows the truth. And it’s because Mungojerrie somehow became infatuated with Coricopat and Tantomile, in her lesbian panic, confessed everything (including her affection) to Rumpleteazer in an attempt to figure out how to proceed.

🔥: Bombalurina

1. How much I like this character

She grew on me over time. I didn’t really like her at first, just because I was still figuring out who everyone was, but over the months I’ve grown to love her more and more and more. On the flip side of that, she’s my least favorite character to write. It’s just hard to get into her headspace when I feel like she’s very different from me.

2. Who I ship this character with

It really depends, I’m pretty flexible when it comes to shipping her. Usually Demelurina or Demebombastrap (tbh I can’t just see Bombastrap, even tho I support that ship). But I also like bombacass and even bombapat (thanks @pixiedustjellicle )

3. My favorite AU for them

Bomba is such a great character within the Wicked AU ( @was-there-ever ) everyone knows, but I’m sure everyone agrees on how incredible she is there.

4. A random headcannon I have for them

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

The only reason I don't strongly agree is because I'm going to do you one better: the US Tour 6 version is better than the Bway Reviveal version, which is better than the original, because they finally ditched the "h" word that other productions were already ditching back in the *early 2000s*, so kudos to them for finally catching up.

Have you ever seen a person fold a page in half towards the spine to mark their place, or curl the covers in to make a heart or roll it up while they're talking? That's Rumpleteazer.

The gal's books are well loved in that they are completely unrecognizable after she's done with them. She licks her fingers to turn a page, she'll somehow have worn ink off the paper, crumpled/accordion folded a corner, squashed a bug in it (and kept reading afterwards), and gripped a page so hard that it starts to tear at the top. The spines are wrinkled to absolutely nothing even vaguely resembling a title. Sometimes covers are missing entirely, leaving the book exposed. When she was a child, she coloured in any line illustrations with her crayons and scribbled all over the back pages (she doesn't annotate nowadays, though; thinks it wastes time).

The destruction of her books is not for any other reason than when Teazer reads, she gets *invested* in what's happening. Trying to get her attention when she's gotten the focus on is like trying to flag down an airplane from a sidewalk. She will not talk to you, will not look at you, and will not acknowledge your existence until she's snapped out of it. Like Jelly, she twists and curls up in all *kinds* of out there positions in order to find the most comfortable spot; sometimes she's not even sitting - she's walking around and reading at the same time, narrowly avoiding smacking into her surroundings.

And Everything Becomes a Blur - Hellogoodbye

You floated by like waves of light I saw you there in flats and tights I didn't know you moved that fast No one ever did Nobody ever did

Eyes of a Stranger - The Payolas

Have I been sleeping for all these years? Is it magic that makes you appear? When you walked in the room I felt my heart race But knew I'd been fooled when I looked at your face

Love Song For A Witch -  Dog Fashion Disco

Spinning crucifixes on the bedroom wall of the possessed, As words appear in blood like deep incisions on her chest, Her head gyrates and turns three hundred and sixty degrees, As poison apples in the garden fall down from the trees. Between the devil and deep blue sea, The story of us reads just like a graveside eulogy

Baby You’re a Haunted House - Gerard Way

I'll be the only one who likes the things you do I'll be the ghost inside your head when we are through Sometimes you scare me, but I come around to you I'll say hello hello hello hello And I'll find a way to scare you too

Weird Science - Oingo Boingo

my creation, is it real? It's my creation, I do not know No hesitation, no heart of gold Just flesh and blood, I do not know I do not know