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Here is another little HC for Higgs, Higgs knows how much force to put into a bite because he has bitten his uncle before during his escape attempts.

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i animated a smol weary cat plodding through 2020………..

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Send in 🔮 to see my muse’s Meyer-Briggs Result

Send in a symbol to find out what my muse’s results were and whether I think it’s accurate or not.

Okay, so this is interesting. What happened here, what did I do.

Nvm this is Higgs.

There Are no Rules Here – We’re Trying to Accomplish Something!

The strengths and weaknesses are on point. I rest my case.

Knowledgeable – Debaters rarely pass up a good opportunity to learn something new, especially abstract concepts. This information isn’t usually absorbed for any planned purpose as with dedicated studying, people with the Debater personality type just find it fascinating.

Quick Thinkers – Debaters have tremendously flexible minds, and are able to shift from idea to idea without effort, drawing on their accumulated knowledge to prove their points, or their opponents’, as they see fit.

Original – Having little attachment to tradition, Debater personalities are able to discard existing systems and methods and pull together disparate ideas from their extensive knowledge base, with a little raw creativity to hold them together, to formulate bold new ideas. If presented with chronic, systemic problems and given rein to solve them, Debaters respond with unabashed glee.

Excellent Brainstormers – Nothing is quite as enjoyable to Debaters as analyzing problems from every angle to find the best solutions. Combining their knowledge and originality to splay out every aspect of the subject at hand, rejecting without remorse options that don’t work and presenting ever more possibilities, Debaters are irreplaceable in brainstorming sessions.

Charismatic – People with the Debater personality type have a way with words and wit that others find intriguing. Their confidence, quick thought and ability to connect disparate ideas in novel ways create a style of communication that is charming, even entertaining, and informative at the same time.

Energetic – When given a chance to combine these traits to examine an interesting problem, Debaters can be truly impressive in their enthusiasm and energy, having no qualms with putting in long days and nights to find a solution.

But also.

Very Argumentative – If there’s anything Debaters enjoy, it’s the mental exercise of debating an idea, and nothing is sacred. More consensus-oriented personality types rarely appreciate the vigor with which Debater personalities tear down their beliefs and methods, leading to a great deal of tension.

Insensitive – Being so rational, Debaters often misjudge others feelings and push their debates well past others’ tolerance levels. People with this personality type don’t really consider emotional points to be valid in such debates either, which magnifies the issue tremendously.

Intolerant – Unless people are able to back up their ideas in a round of mental sparring, Debaters are likely to dismiss not just the ideas but the people themselves. Either a suggestion can stand up to rational scrutiny or it’s not worth bothering with.

Can Find It Difficult to Focus – The same flexibility that allows Debaters to come up with such original plans and ideas makes them readapt perfectly good ones far too often, or to even drop them entirely as the initial excitement wanes and newer thoughts come along. Boredom comes too easily for Debaters, and fresh thoughts are the solution, though not always a helpful one.

Dislike Practical Matters – Debaters are interested in what could be – malleable concepts like ideas and plans that can be adapted and debated. When it comes to hard details and day-to-day execution where creative flair isn’t just unnecessary but actually counter-productive, Debater personalities lose interest, often with the consequence of their plans never seeing the light of day.

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Send in 💖 to find out what my muse’s Love Language scores are

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Look guys, Idk what I expected but I’m having emotions.

YOUR PRIMARY LOVE LANGUAGE IS: Physical Touch

A person whose primary language is Physical Touch is, not surprisingly, very touchy. Hugs, pats on the back, and thoughtful touches on the arm—they can all be ways to show excitement, concern, care, and love. Physical presence and accessibility are crucial, while neglect or abuse can be unforgivable and destructive. Appropriate and timely touches communicate warmth, safety, and love to you.

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I am currently out of headcanons is there anything you wanna know about higgs?

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I am exactly what they say I am I stand for everything that they can't stand

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Character Quiz Meme

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working shifts is the worst

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I’m very excited for my latest craft experiment, where I rhythmically slap sale rank oil paint onto a canvas and I see how long it takes to dry so that I can finally touch the paint textures I stare at so longingly in museums. 12 hours in, still wet. I am beginning to think this might take longer than I thought which you can imagine is quite a burden, as I am absolutely horned up to rub this paint.

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does anyone actually wanna know what i mean by that or are we just gonna accept that

as far as characters go who didn’t have a childhood and were shielded from the outside world higgs has been heavily influenced by jarod from pretender and max from dark angel, and that’s exactly why he’s the way he is when I write him

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as far as characters go who didn’t have a childhood and were shielded from the outside world higgs has been heavily influenced by jarod from pretender and max from dark angel, and that’s exactly why he’s the way he is when I write him

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zune-ishi​:

“ Y-.. yeah.. I asked Papa an H-he said he couldn’t fine it.. I-in our home..?! “ zenna pouted as she whimpered while she cuddled into the demen more and more. poor little girl. she was ever so distraught about loosing her favorite toy.. she practically carried it everywhere she went.. 

it must have acted as a security blanket.. 

the child sniffles as she continued to cry as she realized she might never get her little figurine back.. 

“ I–.. It’s probably broke somewhere or -.. I- Idunno..!? “ she sobbed quietly as she hid her face within his shoulder.. 

“Of course,” Higgs replied, nodding solemnly, albeit having no idea how that related to magic or her appearance, but she was here now and that was what was important, he figured.

Higgs thought for a moment. Objectively speaking he had no idea how to console Zenna over her soldier. He really didn’t. Nobody had ever bothered consoling him as a child. Not that there had anyone, except for dear old daddy. “So, no soldier,” Higgs stated. “Maybe it’s in the wash because you always keep it in your pockets.” He then added, while Zenna buried her face in his shoulder as her tears wet his shirt. It was about the only thing he could let her do, while he awkwardly patted her small back. He had a vague memory of that happening in books and movies, but no idea if it was the right thing to do.

" C-cuddle..!? " zen stood on her tip-toes as she was huffing and puffing with tears streaking down her face. the child reached her arms up to the demen as she cooed. " Hiiggs..?~ " poor BB..

“Whattaya cryin’ for?” Higgs asked. It wasn’t like he’d left her standing there for… however long she had been standing there. It couldn’t have been long. He tilted his head to the side and reached down to pick her up, which was what she had wanted and should on all accounts remedy the crying in his equation.

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bridgeslegacy​:

“Haven’t fully figured that hologram programming yet.” She admitted. Even if she did, she’s more of a see someone in person kind of gal. Yes, that included Higgs. It was like you can get to fully know someone when you can see their person.

“Really? Sounds pretty lazy to me.” Typical. While wanting to avoid BTs is a struggle, she’s grown to understand them more than she did when she was still in the pod. That being said, she’s not so careless as to run into them head on.

“What flavor do you have?” Lou couldn’t help but to ask about the ice cream he was eating.

“Of course,” Higgs replied, nodding solemnly, albeit having no idea how that related to magic or her appearance, but she was here now and that was what was important, he figured.

It was nice that she came to see him, few people wanted to, to begin with. “I know, I live practically next door,” he replied with a lopsided grin and ate some more of the ice cream. If she wanted some she had to ask. Instead she asked about the flavour. “Strawberry cheesecake,” Higgs replied and licked his spoon clean.

"Yo! Grumpy gold leviathan!" Lou may or may not have had 2 cups of coffee. "Whatcha been up to? Did you miss me? Did you remember to get your cloak dry cleaned?"

“How did you get in here?” Slightly startled Higgs swivelled around on his desk chair. The cloak had been washed but Lou might have a hard time recognising that because it looked perpetually worn at this point. Higgs had pulled up his legs onto the chair and held a tub of ice cream in one hand, a spoon in the other.

“I missed your ability to convince Bridges to continue to give pizza, munchkin” he replied with a grin.

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zune-ishi​:

The little one whimpered as she felt being scooped ip zen rested her chin upon his shoulder as she sniffled. 

“ mhm.. I-.. I lost my soldier.. a-.. an I dont remember where I placed it- I-.. I-.. Maybe it got.. l-lost when M-me an papa M-moved..?! “ the tot was very attached to the little army figure due to sam buying it for her when he had taken her in so it meant alot to the child.. 

“Aw,” Higgs replied almost automatically. He wasn’t really sure why, but it seemed like the right thing to say. “Did ya ask your daddy, where it’s been?” It seemed like the logical first step and he couldn’t say whether Zenna, upset as she was, had thought of it. He tried to remember if there had been anything in his life that he’d been this attached to. Higgs wasn’t quite certain, there wasn’t anything that he could think of that, if lost, might bring him to tears. The thought distracted him a little from the fact that he had a crying child on his arm and his every instinct insisted on getting rid of it, that it needed to stop crying and if neither of the former was possible to start panicking.

" C-cuddle..!? " zen stood on her tip-toes as she was huffing and puffing with tears streaking down her face. the child reached her arms up to the demen as she cooed. " Hiiggs..?~ " poor BB..

“Whattaya cryin’ for?” Higgs asked. It wasn’t like he’d left her standing there for… however long she had been standing there. It couldn’t have been long. He tilted his head to the side and reached down to pick her up, which was what she had wanted and should on all accounts remedy the crying in his equation.

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bridgeslegacy​:

The caffeine running through her brain and blood stream made his first question nonexistent for half a second. “Oh I… did some magic… crystal science crap…” She sort of pulled out of her ass. She figured if he wanted her out, he would have kicked her out himself. Thought it would have been funny to see him scoot in the chair and half try to run her over.

“You can’t blame a girl for trying, and I did try.” She promised. “Heck, I was even paying for some of those pizza myself. But they gave some sort of half ass explanation like ‘the trek is far’ and whatnot. I think they’re either lazy and or catching on.”

“Okay,” Higgs said, deciding not to question any further how Lou had appeared. She’d at least made an effort to explain her sudden appearance, although it was far from a plausible explanation, but who was he to question her like that. “You don’t look like a hologram,” he stated. And she probably wasn’t, but it was better to make sure in these instances when supposed magic was involved.

Half a grin showed on his face and he ate another spoon full of ice cream. “I think they’re just lazy, you’re the first person I’ve seen here in a while.” Most porters didn’t have the guts to face BTs, and though he couldn’t command them anymore Higgs wasn’t really sure whether they were really that scary. But then again he was also a repatriate so at worst the whole experience would be unpleasant but not final.

Higgs was pretty sure if anyone had caught on they would have already dragged him into the nearest Bridges facility to put him under surveillance.

"Yo! Grumpy gold leviathan!" Lou may or may not have had 2 cups of coffee. "Whatcha been up to? Did you miss me? Did you remember to get your cloak dry cleaned?"

“How did you get in here?” Slightly startled Higgs swivelled around on his desk chair. The cloak had been washed but Lou might have a hard time recognising that because it looked perpetually worn at this point. Higgs had pulled up his legs onto the chair and held a tub of ice cream in one hand, a spoon in the other.

“I missed your ability to convince Bridges to continue to give pizza, munchkin” he replied with a grin.

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"Yo! Grumpy gold leviathan!" Lou may or may not have had 2 cups of coffee. "Whatcha been up to? Did you miss me? Did you remember to get your cloak dry cleaned?"

“How did you get in here?” Slightly startled Higgs swivelled around on his desk chair. The cloak had been washed but Lou might have a hard time recognising that because it looked perpetually worn at this point. Higgs had pulled up his legs onto the chair and held a tub of ice cream in one hand, a spoon in the other.

“I missed your ability to convince Bridges to continue to give pizza, munchkin” he replied with a grin.

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" Higgs.. when you were a kid.. did you read a lot..?" zen asks as she reached her arms up to the demen as she made grabby hands wanting to cuddle.

Ask me something about my muse’s childhood you’ve wanted to know.

“Hmm…” Higgs gave a quiet hum in response. “I read all the books in our shelter front to back and the other way around,” he replied and added, “there weren’t a lot.” In a way, he guessed, that meant he’d read a lot, but he had also read a lot of the same things, till he’d been able to tell the stories himself by heart. His uncle hadn’t been a big fan of books. He grabbed Zenna by the hands she held up and put her on his shoulders without really thinking about it. It just seemed like the thing to do with a small human who held their hands up.