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Miscellaneous Headcanons: Jinx - TSM (Soften Edition)

Enjoy some cute headcanons of some of my Jinx beans <3

Social Media:

What kind of Youtube channel would they run? - No doubt about it, Jinx would have a book review channel and it would be as cute as heck.

- An incredibly fluffy and sweet vibe, she'd have a large bookcase in her background with cute fairy lights draped over it, maybe some miniture cactus plants sat on some of the shelves.

- Probably uses some soft music box as the background music or something that relates to the book she's reviewing that week.

- Jinx would mostly be a solo reviewer but she might occasionally bring on someone for a collab

- She has gotten some god awful book suggestions, some she does reviews and some she'll outright refuse to do

- Her channel would probably be something like Bookworm or The BookWorm

- One of her videos showcases a mini tour of all the books she's gotten over the years, she's slowly running out of floor space.

What kinda blog would they run? - PASTEL.COLOURS.FOR.DAAAAYS.

- Jinx's blog is dedicated to all things literature from fiction to non-fiction

- She could talk for hours and hours about her favourite authors and the books she's read that week

- Jinx takes photos of her reading space which is normally a comfy chair with a little side table with her current book and a cup of fancy tea steaming next to it and her reading glasses resting on top of her book.

- Though in reality it probably ends up with her sitting up in bed until god knows what time whilst spouting the false promise of 'yes this is the last chapter I'm going to read I swear' wheather that's a book or a really good fanfiction on her ipad that's upto you.

- Jinx's posting shedule would be at least twice a week, depending

- Would for sure have a side blog for fanfiction

Dressing Up:

What would they be for Halloween? - Jinx would be a cute little ghostie for Halloween

- She's not one for being scary so cute is the next best thing

- Jinx would do her best to hand make the costume, it wouldn't be the neatest but hey ghost aren't meant to be

- The costume consists of a white robe with oversized sleeves covering her hands with a lacy hood over the top and short chains would be attached around her ankles

Who would they cosplay as?

- Jinx would for sure cosplay someone like Yuna from Final Fantasy X or Howl from Howls Moving Castle

- She would try and get a high quality costume, trying to get the most accurate looking one

Food:

What type of biscuit would they be? - A gooey chocolate chip cookie, because she's a soft that is all

What type of tea would they be? -A cinnamon blend tea

What type of alcohol would they be? - A sweet red wine

Games:

What kind of Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck do you they have? - For sure, a spellcaster deck probably based around the Silent Magician

- Not just for the obvious reason...also by how it's played

- Not seeing her with any other type

What kind of Pokemon Team do they have? - Possibly Fairy? I'm not entirely sure because they're a number of pokemon I see her having in her team, I have considered like psychic for another option?

What Animal Crossing animal would they be?

- Maybe a sheep? a cute little purple sheep

- Has the cutest cottage aesthetic going on

- Will gift you many, many, many books

Aesthetic: leather bound books, ink stained parchment, burning candle light, dark blues, pastel pinks and purples, empty potion vials, soft touches, sweet smelling purfumes, crytals, the glittering particles of magic, grubby bandages

Extra headcanon:

- The fiction she read throughout her years helped her discover her bisexuality, she had read so many books with different heros and their romantic endevours that it had a profound a effect on her. At first she didn't understand why she liked boys but also girls??? fiction helped her to finally understand that it was perfectly normal to feel like this.

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Ruben - Jinx: TSM

Social Media:

What kind of Youtube channel would they run? - This boy. THIS BOY. His channel would be a disaster , but a wonderful one..he's trying

- Ruben would do a lot of dumb but harmless challenges, but it would radiate pure chaotic energy

- He's a gremlin with too much time on their hands lets be real here

- Ruben would do a lot of collabs, which are even more diasterous than his solo videos depending which poor soul he asked

- he edits like it's going out of fashion, jumpcuts galore and dumbass sounds effects for days.

- He has a sizable following

- He would for sure drag his boyfriend in for a video...for a price

What kinda blog would they run? - Like this Youtube channel, it's chaotic but is slightly more structured

- Being a avid comic reader, his blog is centred around comic books

- Will have full-on arguements with other people about which character is strongest/best/weakest etc

- "Now you listen here you litle shit, YOU DON'T-"

- His blog is fairly simple in terms of colour scheme, possibly using themes available to him

- Has an inconsistant posting shedule

Dressing Up:

What would they be for Halloween? - Probably a skeleton, surprisingly good at face painting

- He'd use face/body paint for his neck area and hands

- Contacts maybe?

Who would they cosplay as?

- Would for sure cosplay as Beast Boy from Teen Titans, feel like that would be the type of character he'd go for

- Maybe with full-on body paint too?

Food:

What type of biscuit would they be? - Ruben would be like one of those giant biscuits with the chunks of m&ms baked into it

What type of tea would they be? - Iced lemon tea

What type of alcohol would they be? - Apple Cider

Games:

What kind of Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck do you they have? -Elemental Hero deck maybe?

- His love of super heros would play a part in why he chose it

What kind of Pokemon Team do they have? - Possibly flying?

- Has for sure named one of his pokemon Jeremy

What Animal Crossing animal would they be?

-Possibly a squrriel

-Has a mis-matched house because who hell is interior decorating

Aesthetic: Fireworks lighting up the nights sky, scrapped knees, wide grins,bare feet,messy hair constantly running fingers through it,dark greens, off white,loud laughter, dumb jokes.

Extra headcanon:

- Ruben is known for being the town menace, however, when he was younger especially, the elder folk would leave out baked goodies for him to pick up during his escapes. Sometimes they'd even let him hide out near their house if it was safe enough to do so. Now that he's older, they don't let him get away so much anymore but will occasionally leave out a place of treats.

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Lamina - Jinx: TSM

Social Media:

What kind of Youtube channel would they run? - Lamina's channel would be dedicated to fitness and her vast collection of swords

- She'll do exercise challenges and inbetween she'd show off her latest custom order swords

- Lamina has an intense energy on screen but will give legitmate advice on health and exercise

- She'll only really soften up if she talks about her girlfriend or her swords, getting equally giddy over both

- Her shedule is regular and she has quite a big following

- Swords will always be present in her backgrounds

What kinda blog would they run? - Her blog would focus on her swords and she'd go into detail about their history and origin

- She takes beautiful pictures of them from every angle imaginable

- Lighting is everything, it's gotta hit the blade juuust right

- She poses them with occassionally, doesn't admit it but she enjoys it

- Her colour scheme would be muted and her theme would be minimal

- Lamina tends to post whenever she has a new sword delievered

Dressing Up:

What would they be for Halloween? - Lamina is not usually one to get dressed up, would probably take some persausion

- She'd want it to be low effect, nothing too complicated

- If she had to pick, possibly an apocolyptic survior, no it's not an excuse to show off her cool swords shUT Up

Who would they cosplay as?

- Possibly Erza Scarlet from Fairy Tail

-Because did I mention swords? because she likes s

-Not sure which armor she'd go for

-Possibly would commission someone to make it

Food:

What type of biscuit would they be? - A simple shortbread biscuit

What type of tea would they be? - Green macha tea

What type of alcohol would they be? - Straight whisky

Games:

What kind of Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck do you they have? - Warrior deck or Amazoness deck?

What kind of Pokemon Team do they have? - Fighting type, feel like it fits her

What Animal Crossing animal would they be?

- Wolf possibly? or a bear

- Home filled with work-out equipment

- Grumpy personality?

Aesthetic: Early mornings, sore knuckles, stern looks, hidden softness, sword clashes, the smell of burning, loyal bonds, dark purples and blues,brusied skin and busted lips, quiet nights beneath the stars.

Extra headcanon:

- (tiny spoilers??) After Solus left most of her men dead, Lamina felt geniuely hurt. Her loyalty and trust in Solus was strong. She wouldn't admit but she did shed a few tears when she was alone before completely shutting herself off from her remaining men. They weren't like him, in fact, they were among the ones who mocked her and they only trusted her out of fear. She felt she'd lost her only real connection. Thankfully, she was able to open up again and she couldn't be happier. -------------------------------------------

Katia-Jinx:TSM

Social Media:

What kind of Youtube channel would they run? - Katia would have a fashion channel, she'd showcase the unsual dresses she'd buy and possibly make

- There's always a WIP of a dress on a manniquien in the background of her videos

- She'll sometimes do time lapses of dress

- Katia will occasionally post tutorials on the dresses she makes and leaves materials and such in the description

- She'd talk about the best materials to use to sew with

- Her sewing machine is covered in cute stickers and has become staple in her background

- She keeps a list of themes to explore in a notebook

- Her following is large but not overwhelming

What kinda blog would they run? - A fashion blog

- She'd post lookbooks each with a different theme

- Her colour scheme would be soft galaxy, maybe blue and purple

- Katia loves to talk about the history of fashion and tries to re-create the clothing from different points in history

- Her blog is clean and orginaised to a T. Everything is put into categories

- Katia posts weekly and does at least one lookbook per week

Dressing Up:

What would they be for Halloween? - Katia would be a wailing victorian bride

- With her skills in dress making her costume would be sublime

- She'd go ham on her costume, adding every single detail she can think of to make it look better

- Kinda erie how accurate it would be

Who would they cosplay as? - BOTW!Zelda or Twlight Princess!Zelda

- Again, costume making is her jam! the entire thing would be made from scratch minus a few things like the wig

- She loves the outfits Zelda wears in the games and would study the hell out of them to get the design right

Food:

What type of biscuit would they be? - Simple lemon biscuit

What type of tea would they be? - Earl Grey

What type of alcohol would they be? - Vodka

Games:

What kind of Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck do you they have? - Harpy Lady deck

- She just thinks they're neat

- And she enjoys the play style

What kind of Pokemon Team do they have? - Ghost type

What Animal Crossing animal would they be? - Rabbit

- Her house would be cosy and hidden away within the trees

- Shy personality type

Aesthetic: Silver necklaces, heavy veils, masquerade masks, silk dresses, corset ties, anxious thoughts, strained smiles, secret encounters, fights for freedom, golds, silver, sparkling jewels, touch starved.

Extra headcanon:

- Katia was not always an anxious mess, that only occurred later in life due to the pressure her parents placed on her. As a child, she was playful and witty, she was rebellous and would always find ways to esape her escorting guards. These days the only way she can 'escape' are when she's in her own quaters.

#soft headcanons #headcanon #ocs #fantasy #mage #dark elf #drow

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blame-canada · 8 years ago

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Mud

Prompt: Mud

Word Count: 2,246

Rated: T

Hey guys, one-shot for day three of the May 2017 @spdrabblebomb here to kick things off! It’s a little on the weird side, but I hope you like it. The ship is technically Creek, but it’s really not shippy at all so if that turns you off it’s mostly Tweek-centric with hints that Creek exists. Posted to AO3 here.

Tweek awoke, for once in his very exhausting life, with the feeling that he’d gotten the perfect amount of rest. He blinked once, twice, three times slowly, dusting away the nighttime sleepies from his eyes with thick blond lashes. He rolled to his back and slipped his little hands from under the comforter, stretching his arms straight up to the ceiling and clenching them into fists to loosen up his swollen fingers. At the same time, he arched his back slowly in a big full-body stretch. He sighed with the breath he exaggerated upon releasing his muscles and falling back into his soft bed. Instead of feeling worn his bones felt so wonderfully rejuvenated. He slid his attention over to his bedroom window, where his curtains ruffled gently in the slight breeze sweeping in through a screen. The sunlight cast a lattice over his bed and he wiggled his toes inside one of the squares. He smiled; he couldn’t remember the last time he smiled before noon.

With a yawn he swung his legs over the side of his bed and stretched his arms up again, making a final reach deep within his spine to loosen it up for the day. He stood on wobbly legs and shuffled across the carpet, avoiding piles of Legos and other miscellaneous fidgeting toys he kept in large supply at all times. His socks were slippery against the hardwood of the hall and tile in the bathroom, and he inspected his face for new blemishes at the same time he brushed his teeth. He rinsed out his mouth five times, as was tradition, and he turned the lights off, on, off again, like always. It was turning out to be a beautiful Saturday morning.

“Mom? Dad?” He called out to the rest of the house, but no answer meant his parents were already at the coffee shop, which relieved him. He took careful steps down the wooden staircase toward the kitchen, where Craig stood with a coffee pot in hand. Tweek smiled and touched his arm.

Craig turned to him and his face was full of maggots.

Tweek shrieked and stumbled backwards, but in one blink, the maggots disappeared, and Craig’s usual (albeit startled) face remained. ��Tweek? What’s wrong, baby?” He asked.

Craig never used pet names, but for some reason, Tweek wasn’t bothered by it. Actually, the fact that Craig’s face had just moments before been nothing but rotting flesh and disgusting creepy-crawlies didn’t concern him at all either. What he cared more about was the coffee pot in Craig’s idle hand.

“It’s for you,” Craig said, reading his mind, and Tweek hopped up to kiss his cheek in thanks. He used the kitchen island to swing himself around to take a seat at one of the barstools, but suddenly, when he looked down, a gigantic crack opened down the center of the floorboards, and the chair he was about to take fell straight into a pool of lava.

Tweek yelped in surprise and hopped back. “What’s wrong?” Craig asked again, but when Tweek made a double take between his boyfriend and the floor, he found the crack in the earth nowhere to be seen, and there was no evidence anything had fallen open at all.

“It’s nothing,” Tweek said, entirely unfazed, and he hoisted himself onto one of the barstools while Craig poured him a cup of fresh coffee. He prepared it just as he liked it, with just the right amount of cream and sugar. All the while, a sinking feeling of dread began to permeate Tweek’s stomach. He began to feel ill, and he curled in on himself with a weak groan. Craig didn’t seem to notice, and kept humming a tune while he put the creamer back into the fridge.

“For you, darling,” he said, and Tweek hesitated, because he had never heard the word darling fall from his boyfriend’s lips. It was off-putting. Tweek felt like there was something extremely wrong. Panic began to consume him, but he looked down at his coffee mug and sighed shakily. Coffee always helped.

He hooked his right hand through the handle of the cup and rested his elbows on the countertop. Craig watched him with a wide, almost unnatural smile, and Tweek returned it with a shaky laugh before bringing the cup to his lips. Immediately upon tipping back the porcelain, though, he choked.

After a few gagging coughs and nearly tossing the cup to the counter, he pulled his hand back from his mouth to inspect whatever wet and gritty substance he’d ingested that was definitely not coffee. In his hand, a huge pile of dark, wet, smelly mud oozed between his fingers.

Mud. He’d tried to drink mud.

Tweek gasped and flung the mud from his hand, most of it sticking to it despite his best efforts, and with wobbly hands he took back the mug to see that it was filled to the brim with soupy dirt. A worm was wiggling around half-surfaced for good measure. He gagged again just looking at it. He felt sick.

“Craig, what the fuck?!” He screeched. “Why did you give me this?!”

“What do you mean, dear?” Craig said with a slight cock of his head sideways and a frown. “You always take your coffee like this.”

“This is mud, look!” Tweek said, and he shoved the mug over to Craig’s hands. Craig eyed him warily.

“I don’t understand, sweetheart.” Craig took a long swig of the disgusting contents and Tweek wildly protested, but when Craig put the cup back down, Tweek saw that it looked like an ordinary cup of coffee once again. “I don’t like coffee much, you know, but it seems fine to me.”

Tweek was trembling in a way he hadn’t done in years. Something was horribly, unexplainably wrong right now and he had no way to fix it. He took the cup back, cautiously, and he kept his eyes on the liquid while he slowly raised it back to his lips. It remained a liquid all the way until it touched his tongue, where it congealed into a gooey, germ-filled mess that belonged under boots and most certainly not inside mouths. Tweek gagged on it again.

“What’s happening?” He cried out, grabbing the mug and throwing it at the ground as hard as he possibly could, despite Craig’s objection. When it made contact with the floor it changed back, and creamy brown liquid splattered across the floor and burned his ankle slightly where it was exposed to the scattered droplets.

“Tweek!” Craig yelled suddenly, and he took Tweek by the shoulders roughly across the counter, shaking him back and forth. “Tweek, don’t drink the coffee, Tweek! Don’t drink it darling, it’ll turn to mud, and kill you!” Craig’s frantic eyes frightened him, as it was an expression he’d only seen once before on his boyfriend’s face and that was when he’d nearly died. He nodded, over and over again until his vision became blurry. A sound like the screeches of a thousand damned souls overtook his hearing, but within them, he heard screams in Craig’s voice, repeating “no more, no more, no more!”

No more!

…

Tweek awoke with a scream.

His eyes snapped open and darted back and forth, so quickly he failed to focus on anything at all, until Craig’s soft, real voice cooed to him through his distressed whimpering.

“It’s alright, Tweek. You were yelling. I’m sorry, I had to wake you up.”

Tweek began to catch his breath, raising a shaky hand to his chest as though it could still his rapidly beating heart. He licked his dry and cracked lips, trembling terribly until Craig leaned down to awkwardly wrap his arms around him. “You gonna make it?” Craig murmured in his ear, and Tweek shuddered at the close contact before wrapping his arms as tightly as he could around his shoulders, nodding wildly.

“S-sorry.” He took one more deep breath in and out, and when Craig pulled away he gave him an unsteady smile. “Just a bad dream.”

“I figured.” Craig stepped back and held out a hand for Tweek to yank himself from bed with, and he landed with a soft slap of his soles against the floor. With time he began to realize just how ridiculous his dream had been, even though it felt alarmingly real. He sighed in relief at the gentle hold Craig had on his fingers as he led him to the living room.

“How’d you get in here so early?”

“Tweek, it’s eleven o’ clock,” Craig deadpanned. “I break into your house all the time anyway, though. Shouldn’t be all that surprising.” He shrugged.

“Yeah, still…” He muttered under his breath, vivid flashes of his nightmare hitting him in waves. They were shuffling into the kitchen now and Tweek had a unique sense of déjà vu as he sat in a barstool at the kitchen island.

Craig reached for the same coffee pot as his dream, and it wasn’t until after he bristled that Tweek realized it’d be ridiculous of him to be suspicious of it, since it was the pot he’d always owned. Craig must have brewed it for him, ahead of time.

He poured him a mug that he nearly overfilled and Tweek smiled appreciatively. Craig nodded and turned away to replace the pot. When Tweek looked back down at his cup, though, he was met with the same grotesque image as in his nightmare.

Instead of the bittersweet release he always craved, mud was piled inside the mug in a sludgy pile. Tweek gasped and the mug fell from his hands, landing on the countertop on an angle and splattering everywhere over the surface. Craig turned around in fright, but Tweek paid him no mind, for where mud was supposed to spread over the granite countertop, smooth liquid pooled around the cracked mug instead. Tweek screeched in what was half annoyance, half fear.

“What? What’d I do?” Craig asked, looking puzzled, and his face only morphed to more concern when Tweek let out a wailing sob.

“My coffee keeps turning to mud, Craig!” He cried, throwing his face in his hands and gripping his hair, hard. He yanked at it to ground himself, muttering and gasping obscenities under his breath.

“Tweek,” Craig said slowly, carefully, “have you been taking your medicine?”

“I- Yes, of course!” Tweek paused, letting his inquiry sink in. “I’m not going crazy, I’m not hallucinating, I swear it keeps happening! Watch!” He scrambled from his chair and whipped around the bend, on a mission to prove himself. He grabbed the coffee pot, and even before he could pour his own mug full of it, an earthworm poked out from the spout, and he dropped it with a terrified yelp.

The pot bounced on the floor, as it was made of plastic instead of glass, but the hot coffee still splashed from its uncovered top, and Tweek hardly noticed as the scalding liquid burned his feet. It was coffee again, when it had been mud. “What’s happening to me?” He whispered urgently, hands immediately reaching up to snatch fistfuls of hair, and he tugged enough to yank tiny tufts of it from his scalp. He grunted at the sting and would have kept going of Craig didn’t grab his wrists.

“Tweek, Tweek! Calm down!” Craig yelled, and Tweek looked up at him from his curled over position. His face was fretful, but within seconds, it transformed into a horrible gaping mouth full of hundreds of sharp teeth. The jaws gaped and the Craig-monster hissed, and Tweek let out a blood-curdling scream before pivoting on one heel and sprinting away from him.

He turned back to see the monster following him, jaws snapping open and shut as it chased him. The chorus of voices from the end of his last dream came to him and replaced the sound of blood rushing through his ears, chanting the same thing Craig had before he turned into a monster.

No more!

…

Tweek awoke feeling like ten hangovers hit him at once. He didn’t want to get out of bed. He was now thoroughly afraid of what might greet him behind his bedroom door. This time he woke up alone, like the first time, but he was totally alone with no Craig anywhere in sight. He was the age he was supposed to be, he guessed, judging from the scenery, but he was still wary. He very slowly got out of bed like a sudden movement would allow the matrix to collapse in on him, and he yawned heavy and low on his way to the bathroom.

Upon tromping into the kitchen to pour his first cup of coffee, Tweek hesitated.

He hesitated long and hard.

No more?

As he tipped the pot to pour into his mug, thick grime sloshed into the cup instead of coffee. He shoved the mug and the pot away and put his head in his hands.

No more. . . . . .

When Craig crawled through the Tweaks’ window that afternoon, he found Tweek lying on his side on the kitchen tile, drool crusting over his cheek and into the grooves of the floor, with the words “no more” bouncing quietly from his quivering lips over and over. Right before Tweek’s eyes, the coffee he’d spilled on the floor flashed between liquid and goopy solid.

Craig saw cold coffee and bloodied fingertips.

#its on the weird side so i hope you like it lol #spdrabblebomb #south park fanfiction #sp fanfiction #south park fanfic #sp fanfic #south park #tweek tweak #craig tucker #creek #creek sp #sp creek #body horror #psychological horror #oneshot #my fanfictions

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