#DARIUS HC.

[soldrawss]

Watching and Dreaming doodles cause im 🥺🥰

[ivvmell]

"i depend on you"

based on this pic !! adore this trend

[mistbix]

(makes baby hagside play table rpg)

[softdrafts]

I love how Ben always gets surprised with Darius hugging him

[itsnicsalad]

young hexside

[zeninix]

none of my art here stays consistent so here's some painting practice

[campbenji]

you know what? fuck it *rewrites your jwct dinostar so both darius and brooklynn are acespec and the drama actually makes sense*

[localsimpissleepy]

Been thinking of making a JD Gamer/Streamer au or something like that

Have this thing for the au I guess

[rxin3akamallory]

I’m a movie theater employee. That gives me the power to present

The Nublar 6 at the theater:

Darius - The one getting the popcorn, causing him to miss the first 20 minutes. He and Sammy are also the only ones considerate enough to clean their row for the staff.

Ben - Brings like 5 blankets in case the auditorium is freezing. He and Sammy also mfs that cry a lot during more darker moments.

Kenji - Asks “What’s happening?” every five minutes. Also that kind of guest that leave the recliner chairs up as they leave.

Brooklynn - As soon as the movie’s over, she posts her review/thoughts online. She’s also one of those people who leave their used napkins in the cup holders

Yaz - She and Sammy are that couple in the auditorium that cuddling each other the whole time.

Sammy - Somehow manages to bring outside food inside without getting caught.

[arkhvngelos]

"Two dads?!?!"

[cheruv-ii]

The Nublar 6 and how they are with Needles

(Because my arm is sore from my vaccine)

Obvious CW//Needles

Darius-Squeemish but not panicked, doesn't like to watch it but he mostly just goes "ow" and its over with

Yasmina-Totally fine with em, doesn't find that they hurt as much as people say tbh, will be the friend to hold your hand while you get a needle if you're squeamish.

Sammy-Gets all anxious over it but then after uts done shes like "Wait you did it? I didn't feel that at all!"

Kenji-Will pass out, heavily freaked out by needles.

Brooklynn-Doesn't enjoy them but she doesn't get freaked out over them, doesn't mind seeing it happen, the worst part for her is just the arm soreness after.

Ben-Not exactly "afraid" but not their biggest fan either, was in and out of the hospital a lot as a kid and therefore got many needles so while he's used to em he still very much does not enjoy them.

[driftrz]

a timeline of misery, starring darius chulanont.

1980.

YOU WERE LOVED, ONCE.

came into the world branded a miracle after three souls tried. after hours and years and thousands of dollars spent to keep you viable and alive. all of this will one day be snapped at you in bitter resentment and you will come to wish none of it had never been wasted on you.

for now, though, they are only reasons to love you more. prodigal son, inheritor of legacy, momentary adoration of your parents, your life is planned out for you. there's nothing to worry about.

1987.

seven is an important age. this is the year you almost have a sister.

this is, of course, not meant to be. what, did you think you might have a chance at companionship? silly boy. the loss hits your parents the hardest. your mother wanted a girl more than anything in the world. you sit at the too - large dining table as they yell at one another. you sit on the couch as they yell at each other in the kitchen, uncaring that their voices carry through the mansion you call home. you sit outside their bedroom and listen to them yell at each other. their grief and anger engulfs them and leaves you stranded. the only thing that seems to unite them is the idea that you are not enough.

every time your parents brush past you, you wonder if they've ever looked your way. because they hadn't, not really : seven years of trying for just one more, eyes set towards the future, the shine of a miracle son rotting into old commodity. they've always sought out the new, the best. your father will tell you, one day, why settle for a prototype when you can upgrade? and you always wonder if he thinks the same of you.

1994.

you hate disney world.

the problem is your mother loves it, and the drive's not that far, and if your father loves anything it's pleasing your mother ( isn't that the only reason you even exist? certainly, he's made it clear his love for you is conditional. even at fourteen you're aware. ), so you have to go. but every time you do, your gaze shifts to the other families. the way they laugh or cry or scold one another. there's a bond, there. yelling at your kid for running off means you were paying attention to your kid. no one's ever noticed when you disappear.

your disney family trips are as follows : you head in to whatever park your mother wants to visit. your father gives you an allowance for the day. before, you'd have to meet with them at the end of the day at the entrance, but now that you're older the instructions are to head to the hotel by a certain time ( has to be by a certain time, 'cause once you took too long and they left you to sleep outside ). and then they let you do whatever you want, by yourself.

most magical place on earth nothing but a reminder of the chasm between you and your parents, growing deeper and deeper as you morph into something they don't want. too loud, too mouthy, too reckless, too much. so, yes, you're a little fucking bitter at the mouse, 'cause at least at home you can pretend everything is normal.

you flip off the castle and for a moment feel content.

1998.

the big argument comes when you're eighteen.

" what, " when your father uses that tone, it's like ice freezes all over you. that's his you're such a fucking disappointment voice. " you think you can just do whatever you like? we raised you. you know how much we spent to have you? what your mother went through? the least you can do to pay us back for putting up with you is go to college. "

college where they wanted. ivy league, business or finance major, job lined up the moment you graduate and maybe a wife lined up, too, the way your parents work. the thing is you wouldn't mind going to college, but you want to study something useless like literature, and that just isn't enough.

( but what you really want is to just disappear. find something you're good at. get in a fast car and drive. )

they're looking at you, for once, your father with disgust and your mother with that endless pity, the kind you give a stranger with a sad story and not your son. their only son. doesn't that mean something? shouldn't that be enough to will this argument away? shared blood should mean to be loved, right?

the argument escalates.

the breaking point is this : you crack and ask if they love you. your mother's eyes go soft and condescending at once. you imagine that's what a dog might see before it's put down. " we love you, darius. you just make it difficult. "

you pack a bag and leave that night. they never report the car you take as stolen. maybe your leaving was a mercy for all three of you.

2004, PRE-SPLIT.

family is not blood. family is the rosarios, from matias' arm slung over your shoulder to the aunts bothering you at the cookout. family is you and sinn plotting some bullshit, and you helping jihoon fix up a car, or helping mirae practice her turns, and it's bothering jaeha, and racing against cutthroat or rome. and it's mabel falling asleep on your chest, it's the feel of sand under your feet and the sound of the waves reaching the shore. it's knowing you belong every time you slip into lucky silver and win a race. it’s the little arguments you and harvey get into that have emanuel getting headaches. it's the quiet affection when you catch yourself speaking to cólas knowing he's somewhere you'll never reach him again. it's xile slotting against you, her hand in your hair, and the feeling of forever when you kiss her.

AND THEN, THE SPLIT. AND THEN, THE CRASH.

don't worry, boy. misery hasn't forgotten your company. don't worry, boy. luck will make sure you live to endure it.

2005.

ghost boy, haunted house. you walk the halls of your childhood home with meaningless aim. it's a constant, again, your father's disappointment and your mother's pity. history's said to move in vicious circles : you just hadn't expected it to be so literal. days turn cyclical, one after the other. your father yells and your mother yells but never at you, because they're back to ignoring you, and you can't really bring yourself to be anything but empty. you sit in the garage daily, trying to see if you might be able to force yourself to drive. what do you call a thing that found its belonging and had it ripped away?

the second time you leave, it isn't like the first. there's no big argument. it's just that you are so tired of feeling nothing, and they are so tired of the reminders of you. a mutual agreement, almost amicable, if this wasn't a story of parents and child : your father drives you back down to miami, leaves you a car at your request ( though it stays with you, his haunting timber of " why? you can't even drive the damn thing. " ). the thing is that you were simply running away back then.

this time, you're running towards something.

2007.

the past will never come back. this, you've forced yourself to learn. but new beginnings can always blossom. the sun still rises whether you're stuck in 1990 or 2001 or the present. so, here you are : old new you, rodani racer turned nariza model. so, here you are, with a new definition of family : you forge it with your arm looped against marigold's, by teasing malai at the shop, by letting sloane patch you up. getting into nory's car or ( sometimes, secretly ) tania's. it’s the blood spilled between you and julian, cigarettes shared between you as a momentary peace offering. it's looks shared between you and ava. it’s you still bothering jaeha, and newly bothering imani. it’s the glances you and harvey give one another every time you’re alone, acknowledgements of being two halves of an incomplete whole. it's every race where you sit and watch instead of participate.

and the rosarios, of course, because they're your real family. bond that can never be undone, another son slotted in by force of will. you might change, but your love for them never will. because you know no matter how many times you run, unlike your blood family, they'll be waiting for you. always.

the past will never come back. you will never get to undo being a disappointment. to your parents, to the prowlers, to the ones you consider to be a home. but you can go forward. you can build something new.

[ivvmell]

mentors don't used to live longer their students

[vasyandii]

question about Krueger and König! can they speak any Arabic and have they bonded with Sami "Zero" Zakaria over their somewhat shared ethnicity?

Hello Hello! Thank you so much for the ask! It makes me really happy to get them and see the people like my headcanons :3 As always, the art is by me!!

I think Darius (König) and Sebastian (Krueger) are on different levels in terms of their language retention due to how they were raised :3 for example;

Darius can understand spoken Arabic since his father made it so their household spoke some the language, however he can't read or write Arabic, and has trouble pronouncing words. He didn't care much for it since it was hard for him to understand once he started going to school :(

Sebastian on the other hand, cannot understand Arabic at all. His mother (Darius' Aunt) made an effort to not speak the language at home, so He started learning when he was way older. Since he has perfect pitch, replicating tone is easy for him (kind of like when you sing songs in a language you dont speak). Writing is from right to left is easy for him too since it says on his dossier that he's ambidextrous. He can "read" and replicate Arabic, but he doesn't understand what the words mean.

I think Darius wouldn't bond with Sami over their shared ethnicity because he's very indifferent about it, but they do respect each other. But Sebastian definitely has bonded to a person similar to Sami; my favorite Jackals operator... *DRUM ROLLS* AZUR!!

Azur, from his voice lines, is shown to be pretty good natured. Sami is more similar to Sebastian on the pretense that they're both a little rowdy :)

So what would end up happening is Sami teaching Sebastian words like "Qadib" or "Kes Ommak" and telling him that it means "How are you"/ "You're welcome" because he thinks it's funny, and Azur trying his ass off to prevent that xD (In my mind those two are similar to the cousins)

I hope my answers make sense, since I tend to ramble; As a Thank you for reading, please have these old doodles of the Cousins from when I originally thought of the headcanon xD

[thousand-winters]

I adore Darius and Hunter, of course, but I love how Dadrius opens the floor for the fascinating dynamic of Eberwolf and Hunter.

Eberwolf, the encourager of making silly animal sounds and imitating paws with your hands. He can barely reach Hunter's waist but he's his other parent, height is irrelevant. They WILL be very gentle through Hunter's panic attacks and like a couple of hours later tell him it's fine if he feels like clawing at furniture for recreational reasons. He will take Hunter to roll around in dirt in the garden so Hunter can mark off another childhood experience with less cult activities and trauma than he did before. He's Hunter's partner in crime while Darius looks at them in vague disapproval. They're also the one telling Hunter AND Darius to get their shit together sometimes as the sole emotionally stable person in that house. Hunter can feel them curl up near him when he's having such a bad moment he can't even get up from bed.

They're everything to me, do you understand? Do you understand the vision?

[itsnicsalad]

darius is hot,, hes like a walking heater, he usually has people by his side when they need to warm up or something. especially lilith, she abuses this constantly lmao. girl is always so cold n being limited to ice magic sucks so she loves to just,, hang off his arm lol