Nighttime Thoughts Time! Ive Been Doing A Bit Of Thinking Throughout This Week (but Since When Do I NOT

Nighttime thoughts time! I’ve been doing a bit of thinking throughout this week (but since when do I NOT overthink) and I wanted to ask myself, as well as you guys a question.

What if Melone was closeted? I know I know, it sounds stupid given how I always portray him in posts, but I wanna think outside of the box.

Like, what if before he joins LS, he just has this internalized homophobia inside of him, and once he joins, it’s still there for a little bit, until he realizes that it’s fading and is scared to come out thinking that it won’t go well.

Lemme know your thoughts!

Like.. the Lady Gaga John Wayne… or the stuff of nightmares John Wayne Gacy? Also, congrats on your crt!

got my new crt in the town thats john waynes birthplace.

Thinking about a newly joined Melone, somewhere along his late teen years.

He’s in his room with his headphones on while doing work so he isn’t bothered by the outside, but also quiet enough to where if the authoritive figure of the base knocked on his door for something, he would quickly jump up to answer.

His hair is a now freshly coated Lilac color, completely ridding himself of his past blond self. While it stung from the recent coating he had just applied to it in the late early morning, his now bandaged arms and legs had it worse.

Before Melone was found and recruited by Risotto, the last thing he remember or can recollect, was puddles of red everywhere, and him on his knees breathing heavily, like he just killed something… or someone, before falling head first onto the ground.

His arms and legs were covered in bruises, scratches, cuts, you name it. Although some of the physical damage may have looked healed from a blind eye, the psychological or mental damage was far from it.

His hair looked shagged, all tangled and messed up, and cut in in a way like it was forced upon by someone who he thought he could trust with his being.

Truth be told, he looked like a mess, it was almost like a miracle that the dark eyed man had came upon the scene when he did. Who knows what wouldn’t happen if he didn’t.

Once Melone awoken, he was in an unfamiliar room. He immediately tensed and looked around the place, trying to figure out where he was. ‘This isn’t home.’ He thought to himself.

‘Where am I.. how did I get here?’ He now looked and checked himself over. The blood stained clothes he had wore were now replaced with a new set of clothes. Sure they were a bit big, but he wasn’t complaining. Anything was better than being in sticky, blood soaked, disgusting clothes.

His arms and legs were now covered in plasters and bandages, and as he slowly lifted his arms, they still shook from the impact from earlier, when he was repeatedly striking down that blurry person in his mind.

Why couldn’t he remember who the person was.. did he want to forget them? Or was it because of everything that was happening was going so fast he can’t make a clear picture of it?

Whatever the case may be, the sound of a door creaking open managed to shake him out of his thoughts, with a quick jolt he tried his best to find a hiding spot, but he was too late.

The dark eyed man, who was known as Risotto looked down the teen below him, and kneeled down to his level to better see and talk to him.

“Are you okay?” He started out by asking him. While they both knew the answer to it, he still felt the need to ask, seeming as he was the one who cleaned him up and put the bandages on him.

“Am I.. okay?..” Melone took another look at himself. He looked okay physically, if okay was like a rag doll that has been snitched up. His head on the other hand, it felt like it was being repeatedly stomped on by some steel toed combat boots.

His silence must’ve worried Risotto, because then he said to him, “You’ll need to take a few days to rest, and have your body try to process everything. I’ll go dispose of the body and grab you some more clothes and any other things you may need, as well as some food. You don’t have to go through any more suffering.”

Melone listened to every word Risotto said. It sounded calm and reassuring, despite his scary looking appearance. He did wonder about how the white parts of his eyes were black unlike others. He couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

“That’s good.. welcome to your new familia Melone. We’re called “La Squadra.” He smiled softly before slowly getting back up and leaving the room, leaving Melone by himself for a little bit., which gave him some time to get some of his thoughts together.

“La Squadra… My New family..” He now feel his eyes watering with tears, but instead of them being sad tears, he had a smile on his face as he silently cried. He also mumbled something to himself but it was almost silent.

He finally found a new place… a happy place.

Hear me out.. but why do I imagine a teenage Melone singing this?😂 (I’ve had this song on repeat like 10 times now) Like it’s for no one specifically, but I definitely feel like he would/could sing this; and maybe his adult/current self too if no one was around

Y’all have Spoken! (And I’m responding an hr late as always.. I was streaming sorry) and y’all have decided to do “A Little Bit of Both!”

So.. here’s what I’m gonna do. In inspiration from other accounts, I will take some requests for some prompts or ideas or suggestions! However, I do have quite a few boundaries about what is submitted but I think we all mainly know the bad ones.

Here's an hc:

Melone likes playing with Ghiaccio's hair, and the same goes for Ghia! Sometimes they bring Illuso into this cuz let's be real, that mfer can spill the juiciest tea and he probably has a lot of thick hair if he can tie it into six segments.

Also hiiiiiiiiiiiii!

Hair playing ughhhh my favorite type of headcanons!!😫😫

I’ve always always ALWAYS wondered how Ghia was able to make his head curly and stay like it, and not have it pop out at times.

Thank you so much for your headcanon, and a very happy Hello back to you too!✌🏾