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I love the Adventure Time AU (started by @pestorik) so I did it to Birdie and Pipa
Candy Queen Birdie
Used to be human and was a intern at a lab for a candy factory until the mushroom war came and the nuclear bomb turned her into the first and only candy-human hybrid, all other candy people were born from the radiation. Birdie had no choice but to care for the candy people (who were as clueless as newborns) and eventualy was made into their queen as their population grew. She's constantly tired, since the candy people are very high maintenance.
Candy Princess Pipa
Very much human, found by Birdie as a baby when Birdie was exploring the woods near the Candy Kingdom (the citizens were afraid there was a monster, and the guards kept exploding from fear). All that Birdie found was a crying newborn, who she took in and raised into the spunky princess who can be seen running around and getting into trouble with Ace, Deuce and Grim. Pipa is the adventurous type, but also worries deeply that her "sister" is pushing herself. Pipa tries her best to take some work off of Birdie's back, but her youth and impatience makes her less than ready to take on royal burden.
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Computers are so scary what if I accidentally hit F12 in a steam game and it takes a screenshot. What if I press shift + F12 while in word and accidentally save my document 😖
If you had to learn what the F keys on your computer do through me reblogging this post, then I'm glad you did. Computer literacy is not a skill that gets taught anymore, and it is absolutely one that needs to be taught in order to be learned. Don't ever feel bad for not knowing something, but ☝️ don't ever stop learning learning about your environment, the tools you use, and especially the people around you
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What do you mean you've never had to rip your husband's head off in order to stop you from killing himself and everyone else in existence in order to impress his ex?
Where Leona, always insecure and determined about the patheticness of his UM, begins to change after meeting you, an artist who creates glass and crystal figures, and asks him to use his UM to transform glass remains into sand
loved this one <3
Leona hated his Unique Magic. Always had.
Sure, people said it was impressive. The ability to dry anything, to strip it down until it crumbled to dust in your palm? Sounded like the kind of magic suited for a king. Ruinous. Untouchable.
But in practice? It was destructive. Useless. Unoriginal. All it ever did was reduce things into sand. Turn lush greenery into withered husks. Sap water from soil, drain warmth from food, crack even the air with its dryness.
He’d never found a good reason to use it unless he wanted something to disappear.
And Leona Kingscholar didn’t like being reminded that he was good at getting rid of things.
So when you first approached him about it, out of the blue and way too bold for someone who barely knew him, he looked up from the grass in the greenhouse with a deep, annoyed grunt.
“You want me to what, herbivore?”
You stood over him in that stupid art-stained apron you always wore, holding a cracked chunk of smoky, burnt glass in your gloved hands.
“I’m not asking you to blow anything up, geez,” you said lightly. “I just… need some sand.”
He squinted at you. “What, the beach too far for you?”
You smiled. “Yeah, and your sand is better.”
He blinked. “Come again?”
“The sand you make. From your UM.”
You lifted the shard to show him its jagged edge.
“See, this one’s ruined. The shape’s off, and it’s scorched. But if I grind it down, melt it again, I could maybe salvage it. But if you could just—turn it back into sand, I could get a cleaner rebatch.”
Leona sat up slowly.
“You want me to use my Unique Magic… on your garbage?”
You didn’t flinch at the edge in his tone.
“I want to try turning it into something new.”
Leona almost told you to piss off. Almost.
But you looked at that broken glass with such purpose in your eyes, like you believed something beautiful was still hiding in it.
And for some reason—maybe the sun was too hot, or he was too tired—he muttered under his breath.
King’s Roar.
The shard crumbled instantly, dissolving into a fine pale gold powder. Clean. Almost sparkling in the sunlight.
You crouched to scoop it into a container with a small, satisfied hum.
“That’s perfect,” you said, like you’d just watched a flower bloom.
He raised a brow. “It’s just sand.”
“No, it’s potential.”
Something shifted in his chest at that. Uncomfortable. Hot.
You came back the next day. And the day after that.
Always with cracked glass or ruined sculptures.
Always asking with certainty, “Can I borrow your magic again?” And Leona always acted annoyed, always rolled his eyes like he was being inconvenienced, but he never said no.
And eventually, you started bringing things back to show him.
Bowls blown in spirals of color, where specks of sand were like desert stars.
Sculptures that caught sunlight just right, making tiny rainbows on the greenhouse walls.
Or delicate little trinkets—a lion’s paw, a flower blooming in a dish—that you swore were just “practice,” but he caught you smiling when he lingered on them too long.
“Couldn’t’ve done this without you,” you said once, holding a jar filled with a swirling, amber-hued hourglass.
“Your sand’s smoother than anything I could get from crushing it myself. It melts cleaner. Glows brighter.”
Leona grunted. “You’re the one doing all the work. I’m just breaking things.”
“You’re not breaking anything,” you said. “You’re giving me a chance to start over.”
He didn’t know what to say to that.
Because no one had ever said that before. Not to him.
Weeks passed like that. And slowly, Leona started to wait for you. Subtly. Not that he’d admit it.
He’d lie on the grass and tilt one ear toward the greenhouse entrance, pretending to nap while secretly hoping for your footsteps.
He found himself pocketing little broken pebbles on walks, wondering if you could use them. Once, he even caught himself thinking about what kind of glass he would be, if you ever sculpted him.
(Probably dark. Sharp. A piece that refused to be molded.)
One afternoon, you showed up carrying a bundle in cloth.
“This one’s for you,” you said, unwrapping it.
“I made it from the first batch of sand you gave me.”
It was a glass lion—small enough to fit in his palm, all sweeping mane and proud curve. Not flashy, but warm, like the sun on stone.
Leona stared. His mouth went dry.
“…Why?”
You tilted your head.
“Because I wanted to. Because I thought you deserved something that stayed, instead of just slipping through your fingers.”
That—hit something. Deep and buried
He closed his hand around the glass lion slowly.
“…You’re weird, you know that?”
You smiled. “You’ve mentioned it.”
But when you turned to leave, he spoke again, quietly.
“Hey… next time you’ve got something to ruin, come find me.”
You paused, a little smile blooming on your face. “Yeah?”
He shrugged, looking away. “Might as well make some use outta this busted magic, huh?”
For the first time in years, Leona Kingscholar didn’t think of his magic as something to be ashamed of.
Your voice was soft. “It’s not busted, Leona. It just needed the right hands to show what it could become.”
He thought of sand in your hands. And glass glowing gold.
Someone, anyone PLEASE write headcanons for TWST X Gold Ship!Reader, I want to know how any of the guys would handle such a chaos gremlin (and please tag me if you do)
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