#As a fellow ditz

[phemiec]

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[sage-nebula]

It kind of really bugs me when people characterize Nemona as ditzy or dumb. I understand why this happens; "dumb jock" is a character archetype that has existed for decades, if not longer. But it's not an archetype that applies to Nemona, and is in fact directly contradicted by the game itself.

Very early on in the game, Nemona is stated to not only be student council president, but top of her class; I believe it is Clavell that tells the player this. Nemona can not only be seen attending classes at the academy, but also expresses dismay if the player complains about homework in the beginning, complete with a black squiggle above her head. Nemona's first and most passionate love is battling, but she also genuinely loves learning and schoolwork! Some characters (I believe Team Star grunts) even refer to her as "that student council nerd," highlighting that as much as Nemona might fit the jock stereotype, she fits the nerd one just as easily by being smart and enthusiastic about her studies!

And it isn't only that. Throughout the game, Nemona is the rival that is meant to be the mentor and instructor to the player. The story reason is that she's trying to build the player up into someone who can properly rival her, but that doesn't change the fact that she's always taking the time to explain how things work for a player character who ostensibly wouldn't know. She may not be a genius like Penny, but she still knows her stuff, and it shows.

"But Nemona was a total ditz when she kept saying the 'raidon were having a family reunion," you say. And to that I say: that's because there are different kinds of intelligence, and Nemona's social intelligence isn't as sharp as her academic and life skill intelligence.

If we're to name Nemona's flaws, it's that she can be socially tactless. This is because of several factors in her backstory:

She comes from a wealthy family, and her parents were (in her own words) very "hands off;" Nemona was left to her own devices because her parents cared more about raising her older sister to take over the company. What this means is that Nemona's idea of what a normal family consists of is pretty skewed. Her family wasn't around that much, so how was she supposed to learn from them? And while they did make her attend some social events (e.g. the party where she met Lacey and challenged Clay to a battle), we can still infer by her parents "hands off" approach that they really made no effort to socialize her all that well as a child. (Especially since she, again, challenged Clay to a battle at a formal event . . . she wasn't taught any better.)

In the postgame, Nemona states that her becoming Champion so early on put an "invisible wall" between her and her fellow classmates. They're intimidated by her, and / or put out because she always wins their battles. In other words, though Nemona excels academically, she still comes from a friendless background before the player moves in and she befriends them / helps them grow into someone who can rival her. (And then, of course, later befriends Arven and Penny, both of whom were among the academy students who misjudged her before they got to know her.) Not having friends for years in childhood / adolescence makes it very easy to grow into someone who misunderstands social cues and is at times tactless. Take it from someone who knows (me).

Because of these two things, yeah, she misunderstood what was going on with the 'raidon. And Penny, who comes from a super affectionate family and had a group of friends prior to the story starting, is the one who calls her on it. But that doesn't make her stupid. Nemona is not someone who would try to bake a cake at 4000 degrees for five minutes thinking it would work, or who wouldn't know how to measure things properly. Actually, she's probably going to end up valedictorian by the time she, Penny, and the protag graduate. (Unfortunately, Arven is so behind he will probably graduate a year later than the rest of them at least, RIP.) Free my girl from the dumb jock stereotype; it doesn't apply to her at all.

[oliveflavouredmenace]

“Oh, yeah. Those guys a suck pricks. I went to give Liv flowers once, then they threw them at me.”

Ditzy picks at the polish on his nails, chuckling again.

“to be fair, they were weeds.”

He watched at kid. Huh. He remembered when Adi was that small. Him and olive were just kids..

And snap- he zoned back in.

“Eh- understandable. Cute kid, though. Let’s hope he doesn’t end up as like Livs, right?”

Sora: “Oh! Hello Mr. Ditzy. It’s been while, hasn’t it?”

You also noticed a little guy in his arms, looking at you with them big old eyes. He then turned away from you and buried his face into Sora’s chest.

“oh-! It’s you- hi. Yeah, it has been awhile. I’ve been uh-..busy.”

Ditzy cleared his throat, noticing the small child in Sora’s hands. He stares back at the child, watching as he rudely turned away. Damn.

“Who’s this lil guy? You’re kid or somethin’?”

he chucked

“what? Got bored of lil Mx. anger issues?”

[sapphiretdgal]

~A know-it-all and a ditz~ 1

Fair warning!I’m still trying to figure out to use tumblr so if this is the ugliest layout you’ve ever seen, I’m sorry lol.

Summary: Camp Wawanaka welcomes its campers.

Warnings: Swearing, English is not my first language so criticism is welcome but hate is not. 

Word count: 1,620

Yo, we're coming at you live from Camp Wawanakwa somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario. I'm your host, Chris McLean, dropping season one of the hottest reality shows on television right now. Here's the deal. Twenty-two campers have signed up to spend eight weeks right here at this crummy old summer camp, they'll compete in challenges against each other then have to face the judgment of their fellow campers.”

Chris grabs a marshmallow with a stick, he eats it then he throws the stick away. “In the end, only one will be left standing and will be rewarded with cheesy tabloid fame and a small fortune,” He holds a tiny treasure chest. “Let's face it, they'll probably blow in a week. To survive, they'll have to battle black flies, grizzly bears, disgusting camp food, and each other.” Chris smiles at the camera. “Every moment will be caught on one of the hundreds of cameras situated all over the camp. Who will crumble under the pressure? Find out right here, right now on Total...Drama...Island.”

—---------

Chris raised his hand and welcomed the next camper. “(Y/N), everybody!” The (S/T) girl made it off the yacht and politely greeted him. “Hey,” She looked around the crappy camp with a confused expression, a small frown on her lips. “...Um, where are we?” Chris laughed and patted her back before pushing her by the rest of them. “Your new home, which you signed up for and legally can’t leave yet!” (Y/N’S) frown grew bigger. “But I thought-” “Our next camper, Noah!” Chris cut her off.

(Y/N) huffed in annoyance, crossing her arms and sending a glare at the host. The tall blonde girl leaned closer to her and whispered. “We were tricked…” The (H/C) girl rolled her eyes playfully and smiled at her. “No way…” “Way.”

Noah came and stood next to (Y/N), she gave the boy a smile but was only met with a simple huff. (Y/N) thought nothing of it. As more campers arrived (Y/N) tried to get to know some others. “I’m (Y/N)” She greeted Noah, offering him a hand shake with a small awkward smile. Noah side eyed the girl but shook her hand nonetheless, “Noah,” He said simply before returning her attention back to Chris. She deadpanned at the cute boy and sighed. “Cool…”

Chris called out for the teens. “First things first, we need a group photo for the promos, everyone on the end of the dock.” As the teen posed for the photo a creaky noise was heard before all twenty-three of them fell into the river.

(Y/N) whined about her hair grumbling softly, turning to see Noah struggle to get onto the dock, she decided to help him. “You okay?” Noah took her hand with a grunt. “Oh yeah, perfect. I love almost drowning.” He replied sarcastically, she giggled at his sarcasm and smiled. “Who doesn't?” She shrugs before heading off to go dry, Noah gave the girl a look before following behind her.

At the campfire (Y/N) sat one of the logs listening to Chris. “This is Camp Wawanakwa, your home for the next eight weeks. The campers sitting around you will be your cabin mates, your competition and maybe even your friends. You dig?” Harold smiled at Duncan but was only met with a threatening look. “The camper who manages to stay on Total Drama Island the longest without getting voted off will win $100,000!”

Duncan clicked his fingers and pointed at (Y/N) “Excuse me? What will the sleeping arrangements be? Because I'd like to request a bunk under her.” (Y/N) gave Chris a worried look. “...That’s not happening, right?” The host shook his head. “Nope! Boys on one side of the cabins and girls the other.” She sighed softly in relief and leaned back.

“Here's the deal. We're gonna split you into two teams if I call your name out and stand over there. Gwen, Trent, Heather, Cody, Lindsay, Beth, Kadie, Owen, Leshawna, Justin, (Y/N) and Noah. From this moment on, you are officially known as the Screaming Gophers!” Owen cheered happily. “Wooow! I’m a gopher!”

“Oh, lucky me, Giggles is on my team…” Noah remarked at (Y/N), she gave him a fake offenend expression and sighed dramatically. “Oh Noah, you hurt me so,” This caused him to roll his eyes. Chris spoke up again. “All right, campers, you and your team will be on camera in all public areas during this competition, also you have a confessional. Where you can share what you’re really feeling with the word or just to get something off your chest.”

—---

(Y/N’S) Confessional

(Y/N) sat in the confessional. “Okay so, this place is actually so disgusting,” She waved away the fly buzzing around her head. “I thought this place was gonna be more…you know cleaner I mean, my makeup has already been ruined, my new shoes are ruined, and so far there's only like two cute guys here!” Crossing her arms she huffed. “...this is the worst…”

Noah’s Confessional

“Straight away I can tell that this game is gonna be easy to win.” He said with a smug look. “It’s clear I’m the smartest person here and I’m pretty sure Giggles already knows, that's why she’s sticking by me,” Noah sighs. “Although a pretty girl like her can be useful for getting things…” His eyes widened at his words and quickly corrected himself. “Subjectively pretty!”

—-----

As the Killer Base formed their team Country waved her hand. “Um, excuse me Chris, the gophers have an extra player.” She pointed out, the host looked at the teams, “Oh they do? Huh- Anyway!” He dismissed Country with a smile. “Let's find your cabins. Gophers, you're in the east cabin. Bass, you're in the west.”

(Y/N) carried her bags to the girls side of the cabin accidentally bumping into Gwen, “Oh shit, sorry girl.” Gwen gave her a look before entering the cabin. “Bunk beds? Isn't this a little summer camp?” Heather complained, Gwen pushed her out of the way. “That’s the idea, genius.”

(Y/N) walked over to a spare bunk, “Hey, mind if I take the top?” Leshawna smiled and nodded. “Yeah, go ahead girl!” She gave her a thankful nod and started unpacking, while trying to get her things organized she looked outside for Chris, “Hey, where are the outlets? I have to plug in my straighter.” Lindsay squeals and holds onto (Y/N’S) arm. “Oh my gosh! I was about to say the same thing!...But where are they?” The two girly-girls look at Chris.

He points into the distance. “There are some in the communal bathrooms. Just across the way.” Lindsay looks at him confused. “Commuanal, but I’m not Catholic.” Chris shakes his head, “Not communion, communal.” Gwen grunts at the two. “It means we shower together, idiots.”

Lindsay’s eyes widened with tears as she complained, (Y/N) offered her a gentle rub on the back and from the corner of her eye she saw Noah, Trent and Owen looking at them, she gave them a small smile.

Noah rolled his eyes at her and leaned on the doorway. “Shouldn’t you be more worried about unpacking than your hair?” (Y/N) shrugs. “I’m on a reality show, I wanna look my best!” He huffs with a scoff. “Yeah, be sure to remember that when you're walking the dock.” He remarked before heading back inside, leaving a confused (Y/N) behind.

—----

The teens were now inside the camp cafeteria, in front of them stood Chef Hatchet. “ Listen up! I serve it three times a day and you'll eat it three times a day! Grab a tray, get your food, and sit your butts down NOW!” (Y/N) nervously looked at the older man, she bumped into Owen and gave him a small smile. “Sorry,” Owen only laughed and ruffled her hair.

Chef yelled at Harold which caused the blond to whisper. “Have a cow.” (Y/N) and Noah snickered and looked at each other with smirks, “What was that?!” Chef glared at the three and pointed at Owen. “Come closer, fat boy! I didn't hear you!” Owen fearfully made his way over. “Oh, I didn't really say anything important.” “I’m sure you didn’t,” Chef points to Noah. “You! Scrawny kid, give me your plate.”

After Noah. (Y/N) brought her tray up to Chef where he placed the slop, she looked down at it in disgust. “...Can I have a cookie?” She points at the jar behind him, Chef raises an eyebrow at her before flicking her forehead. “Ow!” She pouts and sulks her way to her seat next to Noah.

Chris struts his way into the cafeteria. “Welcome to the Main Lodge!” Geoff raised a hand at him. “Yo, my man. Can we order a pizza?” Chef throws a cleaver “Whoa! Its' cool G! Brown slop is cool! Right guys?” He laughs nervously while the campers nod. Chris laughs and turns to walk out. “Your first challenge begins in one hour!” (Y/N) looks up at Noah. “What do you think he’s gonna make us do?” He shrugs. “Meh, it’s our challenge. How hard can it be?”

—-

The teens were in their swimsuits standing on a cliff.

“Oh for fuck sakes…”

[point-of-the-stag-enjoyer]

OC Bio: Rudie-7.

Ahhhh, the noble art of Gambit. One of those game modes i'll fixate on for a day or two at a time then not play for weeks. But when i fixate, i bring out Rudie. Inspired at first by me soaring through the air and getting a quad-kill as an invader mid-glide while eating a burger, Rudie's grown into her spot in my OC line up as "The chill one". She's not an ex-Warlord-turned-Iron Lord like Jackson, a fanatical befriender like Aoife, an archaeologist-slash-hive-fetishist like Lissan. Rudie's just a chill dude. A laid-back gal. An alright fella. And an absolute fucking mote fiend :P

His short deets:

Name: Rudie-7

Nickname(s):

Pronouns: He/him/she/her.

Ghost's name: Sparko.

Ghost's pronouns: Zey/zem.

First resurrected: Just after the Great Ahamkara Hunt.

Her long deets.

Not long after the conclusion of the Great Ahamkara Hunt, Rudie trudged into the Last City from the a village[1] deep in the wilds and immediately became aware of the atmosphere swallowing his fellow Guardians. Guilt over the Hunt was rife, the mood near-universally dour and depressive, with nothing to really allay it. And that gave her an idea. Back in her old village, Rudie had helped run a public house for some time. He got nothing out of it loot-wise, but being able to help people feel better tickled a certain itch in her head. After a while in the Last City's dour enviroment, all he thought was: "How hard can it be?" As it turns out, not particularly. Staking her claim on a hall on the outskirts of the City, left half-collapsed and abandoned after the Battle of Six Fronts, Rudie set about converting it into his own little speakeasy. She hadn't legally acquired the building, and quite frankly he didn't care to. She'd noticed pretty swiftly how little the Vanguard & other City leadership were doing for the Guardians traumatised by the Hunt, and that lack of care got them in Rudie's bad books pretty quickly. So if they weren't going to do anything, she would. It took her a few months to finish repairing the hall, putting out feelers for supplies and acquiring security systems, but eventually her speakeasy opened its doors, catering exclusively to Guardians. For being a fairly remote illicit establishment the place did rather well for itself, quickly turning a profit and garnering a whole host of regulars who wanted to escape life for a while. Rudie ran his bar singlehandedly for years acting as both bartender and bouncer, him & her ditz of a Ghost becoming somewhat well-known in the Last City's underworld. Not the most glamourous of roles for a Guardian, but she was happy with it. He never had much of a desire to leave, why do that when he could help people? He ran his bar (which she never ended up naming, most just referred to it as "Rudie's Place") with minimal interference all the way up until the Red War. He abandoned the place reluctantly, heading out of the city in a refugee caravan. She tried to keep up her role as bartender while on the road, "sourcing" several different varieties of intoxicant for both recreational & medicinal usage. After laying low throughout the war, Rudie returned to her old haunt, thankfully out of the way enough to not get touched by the Red Legion's bombardments, and carried on business as usual. He continued quite happily for about a year, until a certain meretricious rogue showed up in the Last City touting a new scheme that caught Rudie's attention...

FOOTNOTIES:

[1] Not the same village as Torre, for clarity. Ooooooooookay then. God this one took a while. I blame Iron Banner restarting my love of Crucible & me subsequently becoming a PvP glaive main(ish). Seriously those things are so much fun with Astrocyte. That aside, i did have to remake a lot of this on the fly, Rudie's one i only wrote pretty fragmentally before now. Happy to get this done, hoping having her on my mind makes me wanna play gambit more xD ^^ Thanks for reading <3 -'Stag

[tobeafangirl]

And I Like You.

Title: Can I Kill It With You? Words: 3,102 Rating: PG-13 (Mild cursing) Type: Chapter (1/?) Song: Lux 400 - Lorde

Harry hated school. There really was no other way to put it. He hated the old tired gray walls and the repetitive lessons. Sometimes, he even hated his friends. Bland, boring. His life has no excitement. It had no real meaning. And maybe at the age of sixteen he shouldn’t be thinking like this, but he was. And the feelings were strong. 

It had become routine, his life. He got up at seven, got ready for school, hung out with the same few guys either at the pier or at the skatepark, and then he’d go home, do homework and fall asleep listening to music knowing he’d get up and do it all over again. 

He needed something, anything. So when the new boy walked into class, his elf-like features striking and those blue eyes shining like they had seen the world, Harry knew he had to talk to him. Had to be his friend. He was the most interesting looking person he had ever laid eyes on. 

“Class, we have a new student starting with us today. I’d like to introduce Louis Tomlinson.” Ms. Besty declared, her accent posh and a bit shrill but she was a nice lass. Gave the class slack when needed but knew how to be strict. Even next to her frame, it was easy to tell how short Louis was and it made the corners of Harry’s mouth twitch with intrigue. 

Harry watched, maybe a bit too intently as Louis weaved his way through students until he got to his seat. He was to the right of Harry, one seat back and he swooped in. “Harry. Pleasure mate.” Harry extended his hand out and it took only two seconds for Louis to shake it. He knows. He counted. “Louis, as the Miss said. Nice to meet ya!” Louis chimed, his voice was a bit higher pitched but it was smooth. The way he spoke was near magic, soft and firm, precise but relaxed. A contradiction in a way. 

Harry gave a friendly smile as turned forward again. He was planting the seeds, hoping to watch them grow. And he was thinking it worked because he kept feeling eyes on him periodically throughout the class and in reality, it could only be one person. 

Once the bell rang and the class all scurried to get themselves to wherever they needed to go to next. Harry was lucky because he had lunch. It was one of his favorite times of the day. Usually because he could do whatever he wanted, they had free lunch at his school so he and the lads usually left campus to eat and muck about.

He packed his things and made his way out of the classroom but suddenly, he felt a presence, one like he never had before. Full of raw and real energy that changed the atmosphere of the room – Louis. “What do you normally do for lunch around here?” Louis asked as he slung his backpack over one shoulder, coming to walk beside Harry. As if they were mates, as if this was the normal occurrence everyday.

But Harry did his best, didn't miss a beat as he responded, cool, casual and neat. “Cafeteria or sometimes the lads and I will go to the fish shop. Grab some chips.” This was just normal conversation, yeah? Two fellow peers, walking alongside each other. So why did Harry feel a slight tightening in his chest whenever Louis’ hand slightly brushed his when they had to inevitably get closer to squeeze through the sporadic crowds migrating? 

“Yeah, sounds alright. Lead the way then.” Louis gave a brief nod and Harry nearly tripped over his own two feet. Which confused him a bit, didn’t he want this? The goal was to befriend Louis, so why was that idea now making him nervous? “To?” Harry asked, stupidly, as if he did not know the answer to his own question but there was a part of him that needed to hear Louis say it.

“Fish shop?” Yeah, there was confusion in Louis' voice and Harry understood why. He was a complete ditz. Especially since the words: “You wanna get lunch?” flowed from him in a way that nearly showed disbelief, relief, and nerves all in one. Again, Harry felt like he was slightly losing it. He wanted this, right? So why were his palms sweaty? 

Then, it dawned on him, the reasoning. Louis was new. Someone Harry had to impress. And he was quickly starting to think that his boring everyday was too dull for Louis, that he would see that Harry was probably not the best guy to hang out with and he would never speak to him again. There was something about that thought too, of not hearing louis voice again, at least not directed at him, that didn't sit well with him, at all.

It was weird, but true. He had just met Louis and yet for some reason, he already didn't want to lose him. 

“You are the only bloke I know here.” Louis answered with a small shrug of his bagless shoulder. “I’ll buy you some chips and you can give me the run down.” Louis' words brought Harry back to reality and out of his own head. Though he was sure he would find his way back there soon. A sheepish smile spread across Harry's face, and he nodded as confidently as he could. “Well, if you’re buying.”

***

The walk to the fish shop was short but fun. Louis was a total comedian, Harry had decided. Every joke or story Louis told, Harry found himself laughing, like truly, it wasn’t chuckles and sweet laughs. It was cackles and near goose noises and Louis beamed each time he got that response so Harry kept giving it to him.

Harry learned a lot about Louis as they walked. He has four sisters, lives with his mum, dad is not in the picture. He has a scar along his elbow from a footie game, his middle name is William and he has a secret tattoo that no one knows about. He told Harry he would show him one day if he wanted – Harry agreed, too quickly for his own comfort. 

The fish shop was at the pier, one of the famous hang outs for anyone under 18 and over 65, it was quiet, peaceful and there was even something a bit serene about the water below. The lulling of the water.

Harry was almost lost in the noise, listening to the slight wavering water while looking into the ocean blues that were Louis' eyes. “Doncaster.” Louis said with a nod. Harry almost completely forgot he had asked where Louis was from but that snapped him back into the real world. 

“Oh cool. I’ve been once.” Harry said casually. He had gone there for a football game once with his mum and step-father when he was a bit younger. “Yeah? Was it shite?” Louis asked with a roll of his eyes, clearly not the biggest fan of where he came from. This made Harry smile. Louis seemed to have such a carefree attitude, it was something Harry longed for. To be like that. To not notice what everyone said about him — how people looked at him. 

“Yeah.” Harry replied with a shrug, he figured Louis would appreciate honesty over anything and he seemed he was right with the way Louis seemed to brighten, laughing to the point his eyes crinkled slightly. “Honest lad, I like that.”

Harry was starting to wonder what else Louis liked about him. In fact, he wanted a list. If there was a list. He hoped there was a list. Harry let an easy smile settle on his face, finding it to be his natural state around Louis. 

“Footie was good though.” Harry commented. Louis seemed to appreciate that. His smile said that he did at least. “Yeah, I’m not so bad at it either.” Louis piped up, he looked like he was about to start telling Harry another one of his stories and Harry was excited to hear it but they had made it up to the counter and the lady behind it looked highly unimpressed. 

The lady cleared her throat and immediately caused both of them  to stop smiling and look directly at her. Harry had seen her a couple of times and it didn’t matter if they were well behaved teens or total tossers. She hated them. Today was no different. 

She barely batted an eye as she asked what they wanted and Louis gave Harry a bit of a look as if asking ‘what’s her problem?’ To which Harry rolled his eyes dramatically, letting him know this was the normal, no hard feelings needed. 

Louis seemed to get the hint and focused on the task at hand. “How do you like your chips?” Louis asked Harry and Harry repeated his chip order effortlessly, it has always been the same. Ever since he was around seven. “Lightly salted, no vinegar.”

“What?” Louis chimed with a tilted head and a baffled look in his face. Harry also had a confused look aimed  toward Louis, to which Louis clarified. “No vinegar?” He was a bit skeptical and yeah, maybe that wasn’t the most common order. 

“Not the biggest fan.” Harry managed once he realized what Louis was hinting at. That made Louis raise a brow, but it was one of intrigue, one of amusement and then, his comment: “You’re a funny lad.” And there was something about the glint in Louis' eye when he said that, it made Harry feel that slight tightness in his chest again, and then, like a domino effect, he could feel heat start to rise to his neck. 

Harry had hoped that Louis didn’t notice that he obviously made him blush. If he did, Louis didn’t mention it. However, the small smile placed on Louis' face might have hinted that he did in fact notice. 

Louis ordered for the both of them, paid and made small conversation with Harry as they waited briefly. Once they got their chips, they headed to a table outside to eat. Louis laughed loudly at a joke Harry told along the way. He had already forgotten what he said and he so badly wished he remembered, just to hear Louis laugh like that. 

“So, besides your chip order, what else is weird about you?” Louis asked as they finally sat down. Harry let the question sink in for a moment. Opening his chips and looking down at them with a slightly furrowed brow. He knew that Louis was not really asking this question on the deeper level that Harry's mind was conjuring up. But he couldn’t help but get a bit lost in that question. Because Harry was weird, in more ways than one really. He had always felt so out of place. Lost. 

However, right now, in the moment with Louis, he didn’t feel so lost. Maybe that made him weird too. Louis gave him butterflies, what did that mean? Was Harry thinking too much of it? “A lot I guess.” Harry finally answered, and it was as honest as he could be. Rather if Louis knew that or not.

The next thing that came out of Louis' mouth shocked Harry. Louis looked at him, chip perched between his lips. “Good.” Harry’s brows raised at that, his head even tilted, “Good?” Harry asked almost timidly, as if he was scared the other boy would laugh or take back what he said.

“Yeah, it means we will get along.” Louis said it like it was fact. Set in stone. And his eyes held the fondest look, and it felt like it was meant just for Harry and no one else.

“Good.” Harry gave a firm nod.

A blanket of comfortable silence settles over the two boys as they eat their chips. The soft lull beneath them somehow made this moment feel intimate, different from when Harry eats with his mates. Harry keeps glancing at Louis and he is sure Louis is doing the same when Harry is not looking.

Harry starts to feel his heart beat faster, so he breaks the silence. 

“Aren’t I supposed to be telling you the low down?” Harry said, clearing his throat after because of course it decided to break right now. He even tried to give a soft chuckle after to mask it. So in short, he was making a fool of himself. 

Louis' lips twitched but Harry couldn’t tell if he was fighting a smile or a smirk. “Yeah, or you can tell me about you, your choice.” Louis gave a one shoulder shrug as if it didn’t matter.

But it mattered.

It mattered to Harry more than Louis would ever understand because he wanted to get to know him. And that was a step forward that Harry was starting to realize he was longing for. There was only one problem. Harry was not interesting. He didn’t have stories to tell like Louis. He couldn't even make up one if he wanted to. He hated that about himself. He was….bland.“Well…not much to say..about me. I have an older sister — Gemma — she is pretty great. I have a few mates we hang round the skate park and—“ he gestured around them “—the pier.”

Louis then reached across the table and tapped Harry on the hand, bringing out of his own wandering mind. “That’s great and all but tell me about you.” Louis’ voice did something. It dipped, not in an intimidating way but in a way that resembled something of care.

“That’s what I was doing?” Harry spoke before thinking, the words falling from his lips barely above a whisper and Louis shook his head at him, a soft smile on his face. “Not really. You were giving me facts I can find on your socials. Give me the shit people don’t know.” Louis took his hand away and Harry felt like he could breathe again. 

Harry mulled over the facts in his mind but nothing stood out until, well, there was one thing he hadn’t shared with anyone before. “I write lyrics sometimes. No one knows that. I don’t even let my sister read them. Sometimes I just have these—feelings, and the only way I can get them out is to write about them.” Harry’s voice was rushed when spoke, the words leaving him like rapid fire. 

He tried to gauge Louis' reaction but he couldn’t. His face stayed mutual, looking as if he was calm. And Harry knew he looked the opposite. Harry watched intently as Louis' mouth opened and closed a few times. 

“Can I read them?” When Louis spoke, Harry let out a rush of breath he didn’t realize he was holding and the words just followed “What?” Harry was clearly baffled by Louis' request. He had to be joking, right?

“Your lyrics, can I read them?” Louis repeat, fully confident but the softness in his eyes read that it would be okay if Harry said no. That Louis wouldn’t pry where Harry didn’t want him to. And Harry had to ask, just to make sure. “You—you want to?” Another near whisper now, Harry’s voice betraying his nerves. 

Louis gave a firm nod. His smile is still present. The crinkles by his eyes making Harry smile as well. “Sure, yeah.”

Harry reached down for his bag, shuffling through all of the loose papers that he had stuffed down in there. He brought out a crumbled paper and tried to smooth it out some before he shakily passed it to Louis. 

Their fingers brushed as Louis took the paper and Harry immediately stilled, the shaking coming to a halt and Harry was starting to think that Louis did that on purpose. Because not only do Louis' touches make Harry’s stomach flip but they also calm him as well. A nice contradiction that Louis already seemed to be in control of. 

Harry watched as Louis carefully handled the paper, his eyes scanning over the sloppy hand writing. The lyrics there a raw part of Harry’s heart that he did his best to keep hidden. Feelings he was unsure of. Things he thought about that maybe people shouldn’t. 

“You wrote this?” Louis said and for the first time, he was breathless. That made Harry’s heart beat double time and his chest to feel like it was going to burst. “Yeah?” He responded like he wasn’t even sure himself. 

Louis glanced up over the paper, his brows raised high and and a look on his face that Harry couldn't quite place “You’re sixteen, you said?” Louis asked. Earlier this age had come up in conversation. Through that, Harry learned Louis was seventeen. A year older than me. “Yes?” This time he answered as if he was confused. 

“Who did you write this for?” Louis asked in a whisper and Harry tilted his head once again. He sat back in his chair but he knew the answer. The lyrics weren’t for anyone at all. His lyrics were for him. Personal. Directed inward and not outward. 

Harry took in a deep breath then bashfully shrugged. “Well, me, I guess.” He murmured into the air, light as if he was trying to be quiet but Louis picked up on it quickly. 

“No way, this has to be for someone.” Louis tried to argue, as if he couldn’t believe it. As if the words had to be for someone else because it couldn’t be about Harry alone. That’s why he felt like an outcast, like no one would ever be able to fully understand him. 

Harry’s voice stayed quiet as he responded. “I don’t know. It’s just how I feel sometimes.” There was this sheepish look on Harry’s face, like he was ready to fall back and retreat into a world of his own. 

Louis looked over the words again, his heart racing for some odd reason, his head tiling at the deep meaning felt behind the words. The way they resonated with him, like they were written for him. His own feelings on display in words. 

“I feel it too.” And that was the first shared moment between them that made them feel like this could be a friendship that lasts forever. Because when you find someone who truly understands you, someone who gets you on a level so personal. 

Well, there was no going back from that, not really. 

[terristarstrike]

Terrina Ave-Lo

Character Lore:

Terrina Ave-Lo is half-Jotuzon and half-Human, hailing from the Giant homeworld of El-Doe. She is of Brindlian descent on her Jotuzon form, and Puerto Rican/Taino descent on her human half, and her mothers are Empress Genn Ave-Lo (her birthgiver) and Mayor Selina Nunez.

She is nicknamed as the Incredible Shrinking Giant and the Giant of Westshore. While she felt a little uneasy being called a giant at first, she was very quick to embrace the title and her enormous stature.

She was named Terrina after the planet Earth, symbolizing her connection to the planet. Terrina is also a play on the French word Terre, which translates to Earth.

Terrina is best described as the gentlest of giants. With a heart (or two) as big as her body, Terri is as loveable and clumsy as much as she is immense and powerful, but she also has a fierce and feral temper that only explodes whenever people get on her bad side.

Her status as the first and original Giant of Westshore makes her a well-known celebrity on Earth. The human civilians of Westshore have embraced herself as the town's "adopted daughter". It sure takes a village to raise a fifty-foot-tall child.

She shrinks down to human level for the times when she needs to attend school or hang out with her human-sized friends.

Terrina has a pet Morph named Gellatine. Gelli is a protoplasmic blob with the ability to shapeshift and camouflage. Because the Morphs have already evolved centuries beyond human speech, Gellatine only communicates to her owner with murmurs, squeaks, and her shapeshifting abilties.

After briefly living inside the Wilsons garage, she now has her own giant-sized home outside of Westshore, one that is called the Starship Pod. The Starship Pod is at least 10 stories tall, and is large enough to house at least 6 giants of Terri's size.

Terrina's hobbies include making DIY art with human trinkets, playing basketball, and singing karaoke with her friends.

Her go-to karaoke songs are "Together Again" by Janet Jackson and "Sittin' Up In My Room" by Brandy

Terrina is a true Cancer. Anyone who would dare to hurt her - or her friends - will have their pitiless little soul crushed to the ground like a bug, and hell hath no fury like a giantess scorned!

She always preaches about protecting the earthlings, but even she recognizes that not all humans are worth protecting. Some humans end up being so awful and irredeemable, that she could crush them underfoot and not feel a sense of remorse.

Terri often plays as the quirky ditz to Bailynn's super-smart genius, but she’s a lot smarter and cynical than she looks. 

She is fascinated and passionate about the tiny human species. Sometimes she loves being around the humans so much that she ends up isolating herself from her own people.

She has a turbulent relationship with her human mother, Selina. While Terrina is over-the-moon to have a tiny human mom, Mayor Selina often acts as her boss while also running the town, but she's also learned to be a kind and compassionate mother towards her newfound alien daughter. The Mayor often becomes a doting mother who is showing off her giant daughter as the town's (literally) biggest tourist attraction.

Terrina is Puerto Rican, through her human mother Selina Nunez. She doesn’t know much about being Puerto Rican cuz she’s a space alien, but she loves to eat all of the sweets that Selina bakes for her like pan de mallorcas and quesitos, and refuses to try mofongo or arroz con habichuelas.

She’s a very picky eater. She always eats french fries, ice cream, hot dogs, pepperoni pizza, and gummy candies. Granted, she has a diet that is more Jotuzonian than human.

She has a hilarious habit for mispronouncing human stuff she’s unfamiliar with, she also believes in misinformation about humans from her fellow Jotuzons, but she’s always willing to learn from the humans.

She has the heavenly singing voice of a Disney Princess™. While she mostly prefers to sing to herself, her voice is more likely to allure everyone around her.

Terrina's personality is as multifaceted as her heritage: She's curious, snarky, and constantly bursting with joyous energy. She's very sweet and gentle towards the tiny humans, but she becomes a fierce and terrifying force of nature when she needs to be. She absolutely DOES NOT play around when she's fighting for equality between Jotuzons and humans, and she is determined to convince the humans that the giants are not as terrifying or destructive as they imagine them to be.

Terri's a bit of klutz. As a micronized Giant, she retains her original giant strength, and she often tends to wreck everything in her path if she's not careful. She tries to neutralize her strength with her Jotu-Bracelet, but only a little bit.

She is the youngest daughter of the royal Ave-Lo family. Her older sisters are Azlin (she/her, 27 y.o.), Leyna (they/them, 23 y.o.) and Rayna (she/her, 18 y.o.).

Terrina was born eleven minutes after her twin sister Rayna. Terri was the planned child, but Rayna came out as a surprise.

The Empress kept both of the twins' half-human identity a secret for the longest time, but even their own sizeshifting abilities was harder to conceal.

Terrina felt inadequate compared to her "normal" sisters, and even worse when she shrunk down for the first time, but as she grew up, she learned to embrace her "noncomformity" as a way to sneak around the palace walls and collect human-sized trinkets in her explorations. However, Rayna doesn't prefer to shrink as often as Terri does.

She likes to joke that Rayna kept complaining to the Empress to give her a seperate room because she couldn't stand Terrina's strange obsession with humanity.

Rayna and Leyna were very protective of Terri growing up, they were the only known Jotuzons who knew about her sizeshifting powers and they watched over her safety when she shrunk down.

She had a huge collection of human artifacts in her closet and collects human-sized trinkets scattered all over El-Doe.

As the youngest daughter of Empress Genn, she remains unsure of her purpose in the royal family. She’s not a natural born leader like her eldest sister Azlin, or a genius intellect like her elder sister Leyna, or a fierce warrior like her twin sister Rayna, but she wants to be an advocate for the Jotuzons to peacefully co-exist with humans.

As opposed to Bailey wanting to leave her mark on the world, Terri prefers to go with the flow and focus on having a happy life with the things that make her life worthwhile.

Despite not being fully fluent in Spanish, Terrina started to uses Spanish endearment words to refer to Bailynn like “chica, corazón, muñequita, mi vida”, doing so makes her feel more in-touch with her human half.

She doesn't understand why some humans want to go to war with each other. She believes in harmony, peace and acceptance for ALL humans and she wants to help as many of them as she can.

Regardless of where she was born, Terrina considers herself an honorary Earthling through her mixed-species blood.

She has one mission on her mind: Stop the war. Mend the broken bond. Peaceful coexistence is how the humans and Jotuzons can learn about each other's worlds and understand each other, in spite of their size differences.

[thenixkat]

I do think I like how Stanley's friends treat him. Like, the boy is not smart. He is very much not smart as well as being energetic, easily distracted, and pretty optimistic. But, like, the folks who like him don't make fun of him for being just not very smart or a ditz.

Which I feel is very good.

Cause it bothers me how much I see in a lot of things where there's a supposed friend group that has a member who's very much not smart, or a ditz, or even just blatantly not neurotypical but not in a way that's deemed acceptable or useful and their supposed friends insult them to hell and back for it. Or worse hit them when they're frustrated with them for not being able to communicate well.

Like, contrast Laios from Dungeon Meshi getting hit and/or berated by his adult coworkers/companions because they don't feel like taking a few seconds to figure out what he means to the point where he'd rather jeopardize his health instead of telling people shit because he knows his coworkers would probably be mean to him instead of actually help given past experiences... with Stanley getting steered back on topic if he strays too far or his fellow teen friends actually thinking about what he might be trying to say based on context clues and valuing his insight at best and simply not being immature dicks at worst.

[tacoma-narrows]

Tac's OC Ref Masterposts 4: Tertiary OCs

See my other ref posts here: Sonas, Primaries, Secondaries

I wanted to have a series of posts where people can find all of my characters in one place! Since I have too many to fit them all into one post, I decided to split them up based on how much I use them/how developed they are, the same way they're split up on my Toyhouse.

I wanted to have their refs here so people can find them relatively easily and not have to go digging through their Toyhouse galleries to find them lol. If anyone ever wants to draw them, you are very much encouraged to do so!! Same goes for asks about my characters! Those are always welcome as well!!

These will have some general information about each of my characters, but if you want to see more about them in depth, each character's Toyhouse page will also be linked! If/when I update any particular characters' ref in the future, that will be updated here as well ^^

Will also include each character's theme song because I like showing those off too :3

See my tertiary OCs here below the cut!

TERTIARY OCS

These characters are the ones I tend to use the most infrequently. They generally don't have a huge amount of developed character or information, but there is still some there. A few have interactions with my other Wings of Fire OCs (again, much like my secondaries, these are all WoF based characters) but not all of them do. I do still value them to some degree, hence why I keep them around, but they generally just sorta do their own thing haha

Cenote [Toyhouse Link]

PackWing (WoF Fantribe)

Name is pronounced Seh-noh-Tay

Lives in the forest and has a lot of knowledge about herbs and plants and stuff

Spends so much time in the woods that the smell tends to follow him wherever he goes

Markings and stuff can be simplified if needed lol

Theme Song: Dear Fellow Traveler by Sea Wolf

Chernobyl [Toyhouse Link]

NightWing/SandWing hybrid

Used to be the king of a fantribe I had made called FissionWings, which is why he has his floaty crown

Orange stripe along his flank is highly radioactive

The spots on his wings flicker with little sparks of radiation

Generally cold and stoic, usually keeps to himself

Theme Song: Livin' On The Edge by Aerosmith

South [Toyhouse Link]

Melanistic IceWing

Named to contrast all of the IceWing OCs named North lmao

Youngest/smallest of all my dragon OCs

Very innocent and happy since he's still pretty young

Love to play with his friends

Theme Song: Daylight by Matt & Kim

StrangeEvidence [Toyhouse Link]

NightWing with weak future seeing powers

Based on the terrible Science Channel show of the same name [I have no shame]

Tries to interpret his visions but goes like, way overboard and sounds ridiculous in the process

When they turn out to be something totally mundane, he's just like  "alright, so that's what that's about. Hm, neat" and walks away

Theme Song: It's the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine) by R.E.M.

Sunrise [Toyhouse Link]

SkyWing

Also fairly young, but older than South (like what would be tween age in humans)

Kind of a ditz and lacks any kind of inhibition, which sometimes gets her into trouble

Adoptive younger sister to Magma, who often helps her out of the trouble she gets herself into

Theme Song: We Like To Party! by The Vengaboys

Tōhoku [Toyhouse Link]

SeaWing/SandWing hybrid

Lives by the beach

Loves to cook and owns a snack shack by the ocean

Very chill, would probably host a surfing contest

Theme Song: Ocean Man by Ween

[seaseren]

Because I am taking very long on bios (I am, it turns out, terrible at describing personality) here's some blurbs on my various wols, for reference purposes. Unless they are both on the list, the partners in question are my girlfriends, @ximmeas. Also only putting characters on the list if I have spent a decent amount of time with them because this list. This list could be quite a bit longer. So its limited to ones I might actually talk about.

Entlona Eifasaldwyn- a blunt and inexpressive young woman with a passion for knowledge and books in all forms. Her partner is X’mikana Kali, her childhood best friend.

Aganaran Qalli- a sweet but stubborn girl from the Steppe who came to Eorzea to find her brother and instead found a new family in the Scions. Doesn’t exactly have a partner?

Chiaki Fujimori- once a sickly child from a noble Doman house; now that they are able to, they wish to help the realm that helped them. Partner is in early development;;;

Vespera Phaethon- a Garlean runaway with an exuberant and theatrical personality that hides any insecurities. While she comes across as a ditz, she’s a genius with Magitech. Partner is Dianthus Phaethon, fellow Garlean runaway and her brother adopted at the Adventurer’s Guild registration when they both needed a fake last name.

Liamaine Leveilleur- the second child of famed Archon Louisoix Leveilleur, she aims to perfect being messy into something of an artform- until she is blackmailed into the Scions and forced to help with this whole realm saving business (and reunite with her niblings). Partner is Orion Strand, who becomes something of a surrogate daughter to Liamaine.

Orion Strand- a quiet young lady who joins the Scions with a mysterious air and sinister intentions. Partner is Liamaine Leveilleur, the hero Orion had pumped herself up to advise and then betray who turned out to be. Very different then what Orion was expecting. 

Alan de Gagnon- the kind and quiet but…dim adopted son of a noble Ishgardian House. When his father was executed for heresy, Alan was exiled to Eorzea. His partner is Azriel Embers, an Ul’dah street kid who took Alan under his wing because he super needed a tank.

Primrose Lyons (might change her last name)- while she is technically a princess, Primrose was born and raised in exile in Radz-at-Han. She came to Eorzea to help fight the Empire (and avoid her ex-fiancee). Partner is idk rn.

Dion Rhabdos- an ex black mask Ascian who finally realized he was little more than cannon fodder and tried to retire- unfortunately for him, Hydaelyn blackmailed him. Partner is Avierre Boucliefort, an ex Sharlayan schoolteacher who burned down his in-law’s house.

Neptune North- a cheerful but mysterious man who arrived in Limsa Lominsa to escape…something. Though he plays the part of the hero perfectly, there’s a strange, melancholy air about him. Partner is P’elya Tia, a Lominsan pirate who is something of a wallflower.

Rhode Elya- A strange girl who was created after Neptune’s death, in a sense. She is wide eyed and curious, eager to experience the world. P’elya is her dad.

[3ldrtchh0rr0rsys]

I'm afraid I cannot give any meaningful commentary on syscourse because every time a fellow system or Milo tries to explain it to me I completely zone out, I'm not smart enough for all these words and things!!! Wah!!! Let me eat cake and be a ditz!!! :(

-Alexis

[cyberplex]

Howdy, Atom, and welcome to the Cyberplex! Please submit your account to the main in the next 72 hours and look over the rest of our checklist here. We look forward to seeing Aeolus Torchwick, Cadmus Barton, Daryl 'Darry' Corazón, Diomedes Barton, and Escipión 'Espio' Nakahara on the dash.

jonah hauer-king / he/him ——— no way is that AEOLUS TORCHWICK..they’re a 32 year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being SUPERSTITIOUS & UNASSUMING but there are some people who have seen them being COURAGEOUS & FRIENDLY. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of mumbled counting out loud, doing everything by the book, andholding onto a four leaf clover for luck, but that could just be because they’re considered the ALMIGHTY JANITOR around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

jamie flatters / he/him ——— no way is that CADMUS BARTON..they’re a 24 year-old SYNTH notoriously known for being INDECISIVE & ABSENT-MINDED but there are some people who have seen them being FEARLESS & CHARMING. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of seeing the best in people no matter what, smiling brightly for the camera, andbeing willing to try anything, but that could just be because they’re considered the FACE around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

joe keery / he/him ——— no way is that DARYL 'DARRY' CORAZÓN..they’re a 28 year-old SYNTH notoriously known for being AIR HEADED & GOOFY but there are some people who have seen them being QUICK-WITTED & CURIOUS. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of climbing up things you shouldn’t, waiting for the perfect shot, andstaying out late to catch the latest concert, but that could just be because they’re considered the GENIUS DITZ around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

paul wesley / he/him ——— no way is that DIOMEDES BARTON..they’re a 30 year-old SYNTH notoriously known for being FRUGAL & STRICT but there are some people who have seen them being MATURE & PRACTICAL. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of feeling like a third parent, keeping to a schedule, andworrying over finances, but that could just be because they’re considered the GUILE HERO around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

ryan potter / he/him ——— no way is that ESCIPIÓN 'ESPIO' NAKAHARA..they’re a 23 year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being NONCHALANT & OBNOXIOUS but there are some people who have seen them being EMPATHETIC & GOOD-NATURED. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of following colorful arrows to the beat of a song, feeling stuck between two cultures, andhaving your eyes glued to the screen, but that could just be because they’re considered the MELLOW FELLOW around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

[asexxxualerotica]

Monarch smirked—of course she would ask it like that. “Once~ I had you under my control for all of a day before your fellow heroes freed you~ you were such a dutiful pleasure slave, though~” His eyes glowed, and the pleasure in her mind spiked, the flood of euphoria drowning thought. “This time, though, there will be no undoing what I do to you, no salvation~ and while you were such a cute ditz before, a sultry and seductive queen whore is so much more suiting for the woman you’ve become~”

Just out of the shower, Helen who moonlighted as the hero Elastigirl was surprised by the knock to her door. Just who could that be? And at this hour? The heroine wondered as she answered the door - and gaspped at who it was. "What? How-? What are you doing here?"

“Oh, I was just in the neighborhood, and thought I’d come for a visit,” Sebastian Silke replied with a cool and amused tone. The world-renowned billionaire—and secret villain—smirked down at his nemesis, placing his hand in the door frame and looming over her as he almost forced himself in. “Thank you for letting me in—I was hoping we could talk.”

[squeezysreservoirofcookies]

big ass postal headcanon dump incoming

Postal Dude in General ⦁ His toes look fucking horrendous but his fingers are fine. Largely bc he bites his nails so damn much. ⦁ He has a bad/good habit of looking EVERYWHERE around Paradise just to collect all the possible goodies he can find before finishing his objectives. Good because well…You can never be too armed in this godforsaken town, but bad bc it takes all day for him to do a list of chores. ⦁ Dude would only kill your ass if you're either trying to kill him or if you're being either obnoxious/annoying to him. He's not opposed to robbing stores of 5$ milk and breaking and entering people's houses for goodies. Chaotic neutral but could lean more on either good or evil depending on his mood/how he feels about the person or situation. ⦁ Speaking of, the best way to be well aquainted with Dude is to either give him free drugs (Weed and/or Crack are pretty good choices), or food (like a pizza, blue daiquiri froyo, Hell it doesn't even have to be his favorite anyway, just the thought that counts). Also if you're nice to Champ. He wouldn't exactly befriend you as he's picky about who he lets in, that and he's probably one to enjoy non-hostile company just in general but not so much into the commitment that all relationships have, friendship included. Maybe with some exceptions. ⦁ Postal Dude is Bisexy. Most of the time he goes for women since well, they come to him first. That and he finds most of the men/other people in every place he goes to (Paradise, Catharsis, Edensin) to be not of his type, only just friends with them, and/or gross. He'd only want to fuck w/ them just for money. So when he does come across a guy or someone who is nb who actually interests him, he'd steadily test the waters. Being in a relationship though is a whole other thing entirely, as I feel like considering his past experiences (i.e. The Bitch), he's kinda rightfully picky about who he'd want to spend his life with. Edit: Also Corkscrew is a transman who prefers to be with women. ⦁ He can be very affectionate when he is in a relationship with someone he actually likes. Specifically, he's a massive cuddler, as the Postal Babes have joyously found out.

more under da line

Specific Postal Dude Headcanons ⦁ P3 is 6'8", PR, P2, P4, P1, Corkscrew, and Movie Dude is 6'4", Oh Sir! Dude is 5'5". Why? Technically his height was only introduced in Postal 3 and since RWS and most people tend to retcon it to oblivion I decided to create my own reality. Also imo the only obnoxiously tall people in fiction that are allowed are women, aliens, slenderman, nonhumans, stretchy fellows, and Doom Guy (or Doom Slayer, if you perfer). But P3 still gets to keep his lanky janky ass height

⦁ I like to think that each Dude is their own continuity/universe even if canon says otherwise. Think Into the Spiderverse but Postal Dude instead of Spiderman and that's basically it.

⦁ Corkscrew gets really ooey gooey whenever someone is giving him platonic and/or romantic yet not sensual attention, since he's so used to everybody being all horned up that the instant someone doesn't feel that way at all, or does something sweet without the intent to do naked backflips with him, he gets surprised enough to actually get flustered for once.

⦁ Oh Sir! Dude has a bad habit of constantly wanting to use as much mad libs insults as he possibly can. This results in what could've been just a small annoying moment into a 3 hour long arguement that is almost about to become a shoot out. He also hates tall people.

⦁ P3 is a ditz. He's basically the himbo of the whole Dude Regional Varients. He's also the best kisser of the Postal Dudes, right up there with PR.

⦁ P1 is distrustful of everyone, but he wishes he wasn't. It doesn't help that Paradise is a very crime-heavy area, which obviously causes more very justified paranoia against everyone. He just wishes to live a normal life and have friends, but yet his own fears simply won't let him.

⦁ PR is somewhat like P1, but he actively tries his best to overcome his own paranoia without the use of any therapy/help as that shit is expensive but he wants to get better. If anything it's just that it feels like the world is actively going against him every time he tries. Not Important Headcanons ⦁ I like to think that the achievement names that you get in Hatred are the actual thoughts going through Not Important's head.

⦁ The Antagonist/Nottem is 6'2", Widowmaker is 5'7", Psychocop is 6', Recidivist is 5'10".

⦁ Not Important had always been a misanthrope who's also one of those Toxic True Crime Fans TM who like digging deep about killers that he finds interest in. I don't even necessarily think he had a tragic backstory, unless you count the potential of him being an ex-military, but even then it's never truely confirmed.

⦁ If Not Important and Postal Dude were to fight for some reason, here's how I THINK it would go: In terms of weapondry alone, Nottem could beat P1, PR, Oh Sir, and Movie Dude, but he'd be defeated by P2, P3, Corkscrew, and P4. NOW in terms of 1v1 hand to hand combat, I feel like Nottem could take them all out individually. THE THING IS THOUGH, Not Important would be so uncaring of his own well-being and so much of a Postal Dude stan that he wouldn't treat PD attacking him seriously. If anything, I can see him just pascifistically knocking PD out and just generally being like "Why you have to be mad?" like that one meme

⦁ Not Important would be able to pick up every Dude like a breeze (but not all of them at once, lmao), but only PR, P3, and maybe P2 on a good day could pick Not Important up, but they'd break a lotta sweat to do so. (PR could handle picking him up the longest, but P2 could collapse in seconds if not careful)

⦁ While Nottem heavily appreciates and looks up to PD, he will do anything it takes to basically outdo him in every way imagineable. It's not out of disrespect for PD obviously, but moreso a show of how much he made him superior than every human parasite on the planet. I imagine while some of them would be amused by this (P2, P3, P4, Corkscrew, and Oh Sir!), there'd be some who are absolutely mortified and wouldn't like Nottem's extreme need to 'beat' them at everything (P1, PR, and Movie Dude). When it comes to Nottem himself, he'd love it if someone was inspired by his heinous actions and wanted to even outdo him, like the DLC characters for example.

[cutiepotata]

May I add other things to consider:

- he saw a random street urchin and (as a pampered noble who had zero reason to care) made that child his manservant, offering him clothes and a home and EDUCATION. Srsly, Honoroit says that Emm was the one who taught him math and writing

- he has built a network of politicians, merchants and other citizens in almost every city of Eorzea, as shown when met in Ul'dah during the Count Durendaire questline. He did so in presumably record time, considering he hadn't really left Ishgard before

- he's not just becoming a common merchant, but one that works with former pirates, which allows him to deal internationally thanks to their established ship routes, make use of their ship, manpower and network and use his own influence on top to lucrative levels (as implied when Tataru advertises AN ISLAND to him and Sicard which she mentioned are filthy expensive)

- he steps initially into Haurchefant's seat as warden of Dragonhead. While he isn't lauded as a talented leader, neither is he called useless. He may not enjoy the job, but he does it properly and even asks a handful of times if we think Haurchefant would be proud

- he agreed to go to Garlemald during a literal war (yes, Artoiriel sent him, but he could have run away or say no). He never backs away while there (and even proves brave enough to protect his fellow men during the surprise attack), follows us into uncharted territory out of worry to give us heat potions and - according to comments of NPCs - tries his hardest to keep everyone's spirits high. During an impending APOCALYPSE which feeds on despair, he tried so hard to make people laugh about his dances and jokes

- while we're off to save the universe, he is one of those that waits for us. Instead of going home to spend what time may be left with his family, he valiantly waited for us to come back. He is among the first to cheer when the ship returns even

Like yes, he's oblivious, naive, a ditz and made quite bad and arrogant decisions. But his birth was literally supposed to fix a beyond broken marriage after a child had been born of infidelity. The pressure on him was ever to only be the cute kid that proves how perfect everything is. He needed the smack down from Thancred, but I'd argue no one BUT Thancred could have given the proper one, and he fixed almost everything one could judge him for after that one hit. And, most importantly: he never argued with Thancred. He asks what he should have done, gets an answer, chews it over and then FIXES HIS BEHAVIOR. From then on, he stops making assumptions most of the time and either suggests stuff to check back with others or directly asks for input when unsure.

To act like Emm never outgrew his snobby childish ways is like still holding it over Alphinaud that the boy had dared to be dismissive of us in 2.0

Punch or Hug: Emmanellain de Fortemps

Punchability Propaganda: He is insufferably annoying which is technically not a sin but also he doesn't take accountability for the negative consequences of his actions to an insulting degree. Hes so much worse when you first meet him in terms of haughtiness and condescension but it doesn't get much better.. Thancred was based for beating his ass that one time, emmanellain should have thanked him.

Huggability Propaganda: Got his ass beat by a red chocobo

[super-hero-support-group]

@ppigtails

"Heya, that's a neat little ditz y' got there girly, the whole, you know- Pchooo thing n' tat." Hands being used to imitate Slingshot's...well, sling-shotting, Hobie seemed to appear out of nowhere after the little skirmish, the punk making himself rather comfortable where he perched on one of the webs his fellow spider had left behind during the brawl. "Sorry for showin' up late to the party 'n all, looks like you had a right time with it though."

Leaping down from his perch with a heavy thunk of his boots beside the much smaller super, any form of greeting left as suddenly the Spider had arrived when he realized just how much he towered over her, something Hobie was rather keen on pointing out with a laugh from behind the mask. "You one of the new Spidey's then? What- Heh, well you're a tiny little pincher, yeah? Bet it makes the whole slingshot-y thing easier too. 'ey, you ever have someone throw you at a baddie? Would work real good, they wouldn't see that shit coming 'till you hit 'em like Bam!."