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Prompt 117

Bruce does not enjoy magic. In fact he’s absolutely horrible at it, to the point it’s better that he avoids it in general. Getting thrown into some sort of summoning circle bullshit was not helping him feel any better about it either. 

At least he isn’t dead… probably. He might be surrounded by green and there might be a massive entity sitting on a throne, but he isn’t dead yet. Even if the cult had been rambling about sacrificing ‘the dark knight to the dark king’. 

… His kids are definitely going to kill him, but there are small children peeking out at him from within the being’s cape. Who seem happy enough, while the… king looks exhausted in a familiar way. Well. Maybe it’s his own parental exhaustion talking, but they can’t be too bad if their kids are happy to be there. 

[thehungergamesrenaissance]

I am so sorry for the person I will become in March. PEOPLE magazine released an excerpt from chapter one of Sunrise on the Reaping. Read below

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“Happy birthday, Haymitch!” 

The upside of being born on reaping day is that you can sleep late on your birthday. It’s pretty much downhill from there. A day off school hardly compensates for the terror of the name drawing. Even if you survive that, nobody feels like having cake after watching two kids being hauled off to the Capitol for slaughter. I roll over and pull the sheet over my head. 

“Happy birthday!” My 10-year-old brother, Sid, gives my shoulder a shake. “You said be your rooster. You said you wanted to get to the woods at daylight.” 

It’s true. I’m hoping to finish my work before the ceremony so I can devote the afternoon to the two things I love best — wasting time and being with my girl, Lenore Dove. My ma makes indulging in either of these a challenge, since she regularly announces that no job is too hard or dirty or tricky for me, and even the poorest people can scrape up a few pennies to dump their misery on somebody else. But given the dual occasions of the day, I think she’ll allow for a bit of freedom as long as my work is done. It’s the Gamemakers who might ruin my plans. 

“Haymitch!” wails Sid. “The sun’s coming up!” 

“All right, all right. I’m up, too.” I roll straight off the mattress onto the floor and pull on a pair of shorts made from a government-issued flour sack. The words "courtesy of the Capitol" end up stamped across my butt. My ma wastes nothing. Widowed young when my pa died in a coal mine fire, she’s raised Sid and me by taking in laundry and making every bit of anything count. The hardwood ashes in the fire pit are saved for lye soap. Eggshells get ground up to fertilize the garden. Someday these shorts will be torn into strips and woven into a rug. 

I finish dressing and toss Sid back in his bed, where he burrows right down in the patchwork quilt. In the kitchen, I grab a piece of corn bread, an upgrade for my birthday instead of the gritty, dark stuff made from the Capitol flour. Out back, my ma’s already stirring a steaming kettle of clothes with a stick, her muscles straining as she flips a pair of miner’s overalls. She’s only 35, but life’s sorrows have already cut lines into her face, like they do. 

Ma catches sight of me in the doorway and wipes her brow. “Happy 16th. Sauce on the stove.” 

“Thanks, Ma.” I find a saucepan of stewed plums and scoop some on my bread before I head out. I found these in the woods the other day, but it’s a nice surprise to have them all hot and sugared. “Need you to fill the cistern today,” Ma says as I pass. 

We’ve got cold running water, only it comes out in a thin stream that would take an age to fill a bucket. There’s a special barrel of pure rainwater she charges extra for because the clothes come out softer, but she uses our well water for most of the laundry. What with pumping and hauling, filling the cistern’s a two-hour job even with Sid’s help. 

“Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” I ask. 

“I’m running low and I’ve got a mountain of wash to do,” she answers. 

"This afternoon, then,” I say, trying to hide my frustration. If the reaping’s done by one, and assuming we’re not part of this year’s sacrifice, I can finish the water by three and still see Lenore Dove.

A blanket of mist wraps protectively around the worn, gray houses of the Seam. It would be soothing if it wasn’t for the scattered cries of children being chased in their dreams. In the last few weeks, as the Fiftieth Hunger Games has drawn closer, these sounds have become more frequent, much like the anxious thoughts I work hard to keep at bay. The second Quarter Quell. Twice as many kids. No point in worrying, I tell myself, there’s nothing you can do about it. Like two Hunger Games in one. No way to control the outcome of the reaping or what follows it. So don’t feed the nightmares. Don’t let yourself panic. Don’t give the Capitol that. They’ve taken enough already.

[jasmines-library]

Spinning out.

WHUMPTOBER DAY 14. Prompt: Water inhalation. Fandom: Top Gun (Maverick daughter reader x Bradley Bradshaw)

Summary: When a mission goes wrong and you and Rooster are sent into a tizzy, forcing you to eject, you run into a sticky situation when your lifevest fails to inflate.

Warnings: Drowning, Water inhalation, Near death experience, minor ptsd.

Word count: 2K

Notes: I'm sorry. (Side note, this can be plationic or romantic.)

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The sun was just rising above the skyline as the familiar rumble of the jet started up. Shortly after that came the weightlessness as it soared into the sky. It was supposed to be a simple mission, take down a couple of fighters that had stepped over the territory line, then return in time for a drink down at the ‘Hard Deck’. 

You would never not admire the way the world looked from up here as you soared between the mountains towards the ocean, leaving the base as a tiny grey speck in the distance. It took your breath away. 

“How’s it looking back there, Viper?” Rooster asked from the front of the jet. The com crackled in your ear.

“All good, roo.” You replied, glancing down at the multitude of buttons and screens.

Rooster has been your best friend since you were young. You had grown up with each other and worked your way through Top Gun to follow in your parents’ footsteps. He was the Goose to your Maverick. Literally. Although the two of you were only young when his dad passed, you had seen the way that it broke him, much like the way it broke your dad. And although you would never completely be able to understand Roosters grief, you stuck to him through thick and thin. 

Once you were finally old enough to join Top Gun, your dad was hesitant. He had lost his best friend. He wouldn’t lose you too, though it was all you knew. It was all you had wanted to do since you were 6 years old and playing with model planes in the garden with Brad. And so, there you were; strapped tightly to the chair of a plane hurtling through the atmosphere as your best friend’s RIO. And you couldn’t think of anything better. 

Time passed nonchalantly as the fighter edged towards the opposition. Although it was a standard mission that you had done hundreds of times you still couldn’t help but form an anxious knot in your stomach, especially when the other jets came into view.

“Bandits ahead.” You informed the Phoenix and Bob who were cruising along besides you.

“Copy.” 

You watched the small dots dance across the green screen. The triangle of fighters heading straight towards the four of you. “Heading straight towards us.” You told Rooster, who nodded abruptly and began to manoeuvre the plane to the right. 

“Taking evasive action.”

The jet swerved as it raced past the enemy, before setting in line behind them. They broke apart, scattering around you. 

“Shit.” Cursing, you tried to adjust the monitors to locate the plane that had slipped from view on the monitor. “I’ve lost one of them. Bob, anything.”

“Negative.”

As Rooster flew, you kept a keen eye out for the third plane which had vanished within the clouds that obscure your view. 

Thanks to his skilled training, Rooster managed to take down one of the enemy vessels without an issue. The second one was trickier, with both pairs of planes making a beeline towards it as it raced away, You could feel the force on your body making it harder to move as Bradley urged the plane forwards. You could see the two dots inching closer together until they were nearly aligned.”

“Rooster, I can’t get the shot.” Phoenix called out over. 

“Copy. Just give me a moment.”

Narrowing his eyes, Rooster placed his thumb over the missile, twisting the jet so that he could get a clear shot. When the lines finally aligned and the control panel let out a happy chirp, he pressed the trigger down, launching the missile which hit its target and sent it careening into the water. Phoenix congratulated your partner as you continued to search the sky for the missing plane. Though seemingly it was truly out of sight. After deciding that it may have retreated, and receiving the go ahead from Maverick to return to base, you reeled back around and began the journey home.

“I’m glad I can bring you back in one piece Y/N.” Brad sighed from in front of you. “Now there’s one less reason for Mav to kill me.”

That was when the monitors began blinking, and the third dot reappeared on the scanner.

“Break! Break!” You yelled as they locked onto your jet, launching a missile towards you. Quick on his feet, Rooster swerved. 

“Bandit found!” He called out over the comms as you moved to fiddle with the switches, although the frantic movement made it hard to move as it sent you sliding around. 

The enemy was suddenly coming up in front of you, causing Bradley to break hard. “Shit!”

When it pushed in front of you, the force which it left with, shoved your plane harshly, causing you to slam into the side of your chair. 

“Jet-wash!” He cried out.

There was no time to react as the force sent your plane spiralling. Lights flashed frantically in the cockpit as the high pitched alarm screeched. “Both engines out!” 

Without the aid of the engines the fighter jet was forced into a tizzy, twisting as it spun out of control. At some point the motion had slammed you into the glass of the cockpit. You cried out painfully.

“Viper!?”

Your body screamed at you as you tried to move but the force of your body as the jet rapidly dropped in attitude was too much to allow you to move. 

“Eject!” You told him, craning your head to twist towards the two loops that hung in between where the two of you were stationed.  “I can’t reach the handles. You have to eject!”

Eyes wide and frantic, Rooster reached behind him , fumbling for the fabric. When his shaky hands wrapped around them, he gave them a sharp tug and then the two of you went tumbling from the plane and hurtling towards the bottomless ocean. 

Rooster groaned against the heavy pull as his parachute opened. He watched anxiously for yours to fly open, letting out a breath when he saw it fly out behind you and your fall slow. But something was wrong, because when you hit the water, you didn’t come back up. 

Your arms flailed frantically as you tried to keep yourself afloat, but you had hit the water hard and every movement you made with your legs sent agony across your body, and without the aid of your life jacket, which failed to inflate, the parachute which quickly absorbed the water began to drag you down. You took a gasping breath as you heaved, trying to keep your head above the churning water, but it w as no use. You vanished beneath the surface of the water.

It was dark. And cold. And your lungs burned for air that wouldn’t come as your  lungs filled with water. You twisted, struggling within the fabric and rope which had wrapped itself around your body, tangling around you like you were a fish caught in a net. Your eyes stung with the assault of the water as you stared blankly at the inky green above you. Your movements slowed as your energy began to deplete, and soon you knew nothing but the dark and icy water.

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Rooster watched in horror as your head disappeared below the water and you didn't resurface. Struggling against the water, he swam as fast as he could. The heavy weight of his parachute slowed him down, trying to drag him towards the same fate as you, but he pushed himself forwards. He had to keep going, he had to get to you. Barely registering the loud humming of the helicopter above, he swam to the green ink that leaked from your suit and began to dive down. The resistance of his life jacket tried to pull him back towards the surface, but he could see you now. Your hair floated around your face, drifting as you lay motionless in the water. Your skin was pale and your lips were turning a shade of blue. He could see the chute wrapped around your ankle and the def

He outstretched his hand until his fingertips brushed yours, but then he was yanked back harshly by the buoyancy-aid. Cursing loudly, he dived back into the icy water, propelling himself forwards. When he finally managed to wrap his hands around yours, he pulled you towards him. His lungs burned and tiny air bubbles escaped from his nose. Fumbling, he struggled to unclip you from the parachute, but after finally freeing you from the binds, your body floated up with his easily. 

With a hard kick, Brad resurfaced and took a gasping breath, sucking the air greedily into his lungs and allowing the life jacket to do its job.

You lay morbidly still across his chest. Lips chapped and an ugly shade of blue. Bradley called out, crying your name and begging for your response but you said nothing. Did nothing. Not even your chest rose and fell. The helicopter settled above the water and soon there were hands on him, parting your lifeless body from him. He struggled against them, ignoring the pleading of the medics and the rescue team. He needed to get to you, but you were just too far away. 

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Maverick watched you anxiously from where you lay on the bed, hooked up to a line of machines. There was a cannula attached to your right side, so he held the left, bringing it up to his lips and placing a gentle kiss to it. Maverick would never forget the moment that he heard the alert come through on the radio. His body tensed and his heart stopped in his chest as though he had been gripped by one massive, icy hand. He refused to leave your side. Not even to sleep and that was because every time he closed his eyes, he was hit with the image of Goose, lying lifeless in the ocean. It was too similar; too much of a sick coincidence spat out by fate. But this time it was different. The two of you had clawed your way back. Rooster had been in a state when he returned; frantic and rambling. Mav hardly made him feel any better after yelling at him. The pilot’s stomach sank at that thought. Unmeaning to hurt the boy, scared he yelled at him- words he would never have said. The thought was relentless as it echoed in his head. 

You began to stir, blinking heavily against the fluorescent lights. Maverick sat forwards from where he was slumped in the armchair. He greeted you with a gentle smile as you turned to face him. 

“Hey kiddo.”

“Hm?” the noise you made was groggy as you shuffled. Your entire body ached like you had been bit by a truck. 

“Oh kid…” He cooed, tracing circles on your palm. “I’m so glad you’re ok.”

You nodded, scanning the room. “Brad?” Your voice was hoarse. 

“He’s…” Maverick didn’t have the heart to tell you that he had warned the boy away. But he was saved when the door peeled open and the tired boy pushed his way into the room. He had a small cut on his cheek and a blanket shawled around his shoulders. Bradley also shivered slightly. He stopped dead when he saw your eyes on him. 

“Y/N.”

You smiled. “Hey, Roo.”

Maverick watched the two of you intently. His daughter and his best friend's son. He saw the way that his features softened around you and the way that your eyes glistened as you listened to him chatter away. It was a moment of tenderness that brought a proud grin to his face and in that moment, Maverick knew that as long as you two had each other, you would always pull through.

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OMG, I also love the idea of Severus having a partner. Whenever I think about a post-war Snape, I can’t help but imagine him forming a small family. It doesn’t have to involve a child—a kitten or a parrot could be the little one of the house, or even a guinea pig. Someone small to care for.

But beyond that, what kind of partner would Severus have? I’ve always thought that if he did have a partner, it would be a Muggle. He’s tired of the magical world and wants to step away for a moment, which would lead him to start moving within Muggle society, inevitably meeting a Muggle. Although this also creates a conflict for me, since the only Muggle in his life up until then was his abusive father. But then again, he also put up with a lot of crap from many wizards. I don’t know—it’s a topic with so many layers, depending on the time period in which the story takes place and how the culture of both societies is portrayed.

Right? Like, let the man live peacefully. Let him have a quiet life with a house and a garden full of magical plants where he can research his stuff, read his books, and not be bothered by magical world nonsense or political intrigues anymore. With kids or without, it doesn’t matter—just let the man be at peace; he’s been through enough already. Honestly, I’m fully behind this idea. Because Severus wouldn’t care about being considered a war hero—he’d just want to be left alone.

As for the rest, Severus is a guy with a lot of issues, but mostly with a terrible personality. He’s got a strong temper but is also very repressed, though he can’t fully control his temper because he’s emotionally volatile. While I think a post-war Severus would be calmer due to less pressure, I also believe his emotional scars wouldn’t magically heal, so he’d still be a jerk, a git, and generally difficult to deal with.

That’s why I always picture him with a partner who also has a strong temper and enough backbone to handle his tantrums without being intimidated. Someone who’d tell him to go to hell and calm down before talking to them when he explodes. Probably someone used to dealing with emotionally and mentally unstable people, or someone who wouldn’t take his outbursts seriously and would just ignore him until he chilled out. I also see him with someone extroverted because he’s extremely introverted and would never make the first move in a million years. The other person would have to be the one to approach him and make him feel safe about the decisions he makes. Severus is incredibly insecure when it comes to emotional matters and would probably think no one could ever like him, mainly because certain people spent his entire adolescence calling him ugly and greasy, and that stigma followed him throughout his teaching years. That, and deep down, he has awful self-esteem and probably sees himself as a failure in general. So, I can’t picture him making the first move—it’s very hard for me to imagine. That super-confident, Byronic hero version of Severus in some fics doesn’t fit with how I see him. He’s insecure until someone proves there’s nothing to fear.

He’d benefit most from a confident, extroverted partner with the guts to take the initiative. Someone who understands he has a lot of baggage but doesn’t fall into a maternal/paternal role, because your partner isn’t supposed to be your parent. Your partner is your partner; they can understand and support you but aren’t your therapist. Especially for someone like Severus, who needs to work on himself, not rely on others to patch up his wounds. They can help him heal, but he has to do the work.

I actually started writing a Severus fic with a Muggle!Reader because I love the dynamic and found it really interesting. It’s fascinating to explore, especially since he grew up in a Muggle environment and clearly knows some things about that world. But I’ve always imagined that he completely distanced himself from it once his parents died, and probably didn’t have much contact with the Muggle world after becoming a Hogwarts professor, except when strictly necessary. By the early 2000s, he’d be totally out of touch with many modern advancements.

I also like that dynamic because Severus is a well-known figure—he taught nearly twenty generations of students, which is insane given how small the magical community is. Practically half the population must have had him as their Potions professor. Then there’s the whole "he killed Dumbledore" thing, being a Death Eater, and later revealed as a double agent. In a post-war AU where he survives, he’d basically be a magical-world celebrity, sparking very divided opinions. And that would give him massive anxiety. Like, on top of surviving (when we all know he wanted to die because he was so fed up with life), he’d have to deal with that nonsense? I 100% see him being much more comfortable with someone who knows nothing about him, has no preconceived notions or judgments, and gives him a chance to just be himself—or explore a side of his personality he couldn’t show due to his spy role and all the deception he had to maintain.

There’s also an interesting theme of cognitive dissonance—having prejudices against Muggles (which all wizards have, even the good ones, because they treat Muggles like idiots) and then being confronted with the reality of what Muggles are capable of. Especially given that he was a Death Eater and deeply hated everything Muggle due to his experiences with his father and the poverty he endured as a child in that world.

So yeah, 100% your headcanon because it’s mine too! 😂

[fandomworld9728]

Staticapple/Radioapple/Adamsapple AU: Headcanons? Please?

Oh my goodness yes! And since you asked so nicely I'll post it now instead of on Friday

Enjoy!

Adam:

Was Lucifer's first love

Lucifer was his first love, yet he never came to terms with it until after he died for a second time

Watches over Lucifer to laugh at his misery at first but then starts to do it to keep an eye on him

Excuses as keeping an eye on the enemy but was actually worried about him

Becomes a Sinner/Fallen after dying in the battle of the Hazbin Hotel

Bristles up at first if anyone even hints or jokes about the idea of him liking guys from past expectations of having to repopulate the Earth

Ends up befriending Angel Dust & becoming close to Lucifer again

Angel Dust helps him come to terms with his own gender and sexual identities

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Adamsapple:

Adam has to feel like the big man in the relationship. However, he will show his softer side to Lucifer and Lucifer only

Adam likes to be the small spoon every once in a while. Usually only when he's in need of comfort

Favorite things to do with Lucifer are tending to the hotel's garden, flying around Hell together, and playing his guitar for him

Even though he's a top, Adam is indeed a pillow princess. And Lucifer loves it

Loves Lucifer no matter what form he takes but does favor whenever he changes into a human form. Something about it drives Adam crazy

Lucifer will miss the more muscular look Adam had back in Eden but actually prefers his soft chubby body

Lucifer enjoys randomly running around on Adam's shoulders no matter how childish people (Alastor) tell him he looks

Their favorite date spots are the garden at the hotel and palace

Alastor:

Met Lucifer before his death and spent 3 years together. Because of this Alastor is very possessive of him

Still Asexual but is only interested in Lucifer. The hotel residents & Rosie now tease him by calling him Lucifer-sexual

Once in Hell Alastor doesn't remember Lucifer at first but watching over him triggers his former interest (obsession) in him

While laying low for seven years, Alastor would pop in to visit Lucifer and make sure no one was touching what belonged to him

Is the biological father of Charlie

They all find out by accident when Charlie develops powers similar to Alastor's own promoting a DNA test courtesy of the Sin of Sloth

Has unfortunately grown rather fond of ducks and polka music

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Radioapple:

Even though Lucifer is all powerful and the King of Hell, his mental and emotional issues along with his social anxiety, has Alastor giving him scary dog privileges

Has issues with not being in control, especially during sex, so is Alastor always calling the shots. However, Lucifer can nudge him into trying things without much fuss

Lucifer loves giving up control in the bedroom since it's the one the place he isn't pressured and stressed out holding up the image as the King of Hell. Especially when it comes to Alastor

Whenever Alastor isn't in the mood for anything involving touch or intimacy, Lucifer can be found with his shadow

Both love when the other goes into their true demon forms. Alastor loves the show of power and Lucifer loves how big Alastor becomes

While Lucifer respects Alastor's boundaries and how he contacts himself during sex, he is almost obsessed with how feral Alastor gets during his ruts

Favorite things to do involve reading in the same room while listening to music, playing music together, and doing Alastor's radio show

Favorite date spots are Cannibal Town for afternoon strolls, anywhere outside to lay together under the artificial starry sky Lucifer conjures up, and Ozzie's for special occasions

Vox:

Fell in love at first sight when he met Lucifer for the first time as a child

Falls for him again after meeting him at a hot spot for high-ranking demons and hellborns

Grows more powerful as a way to keep Lucifer's attention on him

Often tries to do business with the hotel

Once he finally gets a shot with Lucifer, Vox moves into the hotel to better help out and improve himself

Cuts off ties with Valentino and make emends for what he's done and what he's allowed to happen

Considers Velvette to be a daughter figure

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Staticapple:

Vox really puts on the charm to make Lucifer flustered. Especially in public

Vox enjoys going to royal events with Lucifer and will do most of the talking for them both

They're both switches so it gets interesting when they both want to bottom (they'll flip a coin or play rock paper scissors to decide who gets to bottom like the dorks they are)

Will sit together and talk about their favorite animals

Vox will have Lucifer laying on top of him when they sleep in the same bed together

Breakfast dates are a must every Saturday since that's when their schedules aren't so jampacked with meetings and other work

Their favorite thing to do is visit Envy and go to the human world for dates to the aquarium

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Thinking about yogscast classpects from homestuck

Honeydew as a Heir of Blood. Inviting change through blood, blood being connections and leadership. "A Blood-bound can often be found on a sinking ship, forcing an endeavor forward with sheer stubborn force of will. No matter how bad things go, a Blood-bound can always count on friends and allies." If there is one thing Honeydew has, its friends, and leadership. Maybe not the most adept at it, but he can bring anyone together. And partnered up with xephos, can be a powerful force.

Lalna as Mage of Rage. Using is magical abilities and knowledge of rage to undo others, to drive people to conflict or to disperse arguments. Flaring up all sorts of issues between friends and enemies alike, but also knowing when to pull back. Truely an information gathering role, but extremely useful if you want to turn a Mob against their leader. Its purely self-beneficial, and gets him out of all sorts of scrapes by letting him know who he can trust, but also how to control his own rage and use it to win.

Xephos as the Prince of Space, Space is creation, propagation, transformation, literally size and velocity of objects. And a prince is a destroyer. Described as :"The Prince is literally simplified to one who destroys [aspect] or one who causes destruction through [aspect]" Causing destruction through space, the creation of new things that will ultimately destroy himself, others, and reality. But needing it to achieve his goals. Rather than the Classpect enabling growth for xephos, it enables his destructive tendencies. If he's not careful, he could doom their entire session

Barry as a Sylph of Time, why else is the tick speed so fast in Jaffa Factory 2? Sylphs are healers, either using their aspect or for their aspect. Since Barry would be able to manipulate time, he can speed it up or slow it down as they need. Need to stop time to save someones life? Barry's got you. Need to make a garden grow faster to feed a village? Barry can! Such an ability could be dangerous and extremely powerful, but its exactly what they need to make things go smoothly.

Pedguin as the Witch of Light. A witch manipulates their aspect, and in this case Light is knowledge, luck, fortune, awareness. Being able to manipulate that would be to change peoples knowledge or luck, use it to gain understanding of the world, or bring others to an understanding. He's got a whole wealth of information in front of him, he just needs to know how to uncover it.

Nanosounds is a Rogue of breath. Unlike the Theif, the Rogue uses their ability to give their aspect to others. Breath is freedom, wind, change, its something personal and deep, and she can use it to help others break free of patterns theyre trapped within. It gives her the freedom to explore and try new things, and best of all, fly.

Ravs as a Theif of Void. Not just as a fun solid snake reference, although it mostly is, Ravs would steal the void for himself. Void is mystery, obfuscation, darkness, its things unseen. Stealing the void for himself would let him hide unseen, and stealing it from others would reveal hidden evils to the world.

RT the Knight of Mind. Knights use their aspect to benefit others by any means. Protecting it and exploiting it to the best of their abilities. The mind is thoughts

Zoeya being Maid of Hope. A maid is descirbed as taking care of or tyding up their aspect, but i love the idea of the person being "made" of their aspect. Embodying it and what it stands for. Zoeya being the Maid of Hope lets her embody hope in any form. Its believing in yourself, your friendships, the world around you. Finding that one thing and using it to your advantage. She takes care of those around her and wants to support them, and that in turn makes her an incredibly powerful wielder of hope.

And Rythian as a Page of Heart. Pages are the one class with the most untapped potential. Rythian may be an accomplished and powerful wizard, but if theres one thing he might lack: its love for himself, and by extention others. Chronically lonely, but there is possibility to grow from here beyond what he is. Pages serve through and provide others with their aspect, and opening up to others, allowing himself to trust them, would grant them a powerful magical ally.

While ususual for these to appear in a normal session... Im making Ben a Lord of Life and Zylus a Muse of Doom

Lords and Muses are the most powerful classes in the game. But they require the biggest sacrifices.

To become a lord, you need to give everything. To be a Lord of Life, ben would have to know everything there is about life, work hard to be able to control it, and suffer greatly. Prehaps he has died before, and again, and again, knowing all the ways one can pass on, before he can understand how to bring life back again. He has complete control over others lives, but while he allows the ressurection of people through clones, he cannot interfere with them. By all means, ben can decide who lives and who dies in an instance, but such a choice comes with significant consequences.

To be a muse is to inspire, and Doom is fate and destruction. Inspiring others through their own fate, like an axe hanging over their heads. Zylus knows how things are going to go, but he is helpless to control it. All he can do is show people what their fate could be, a bleak view of the future. weather or not the others listen is up to them, and he needs to accept their decision. But, not all is lost, many find these glimpses into potential futures a great help, pointing them away from their destruction. Such a change bringing relief to Ben, who may be watching someone approach their death in great discomforting, knowing how it will feel when they die.

Overall, a pretty stacked session, with a high likelyness of falling to chaos unless they control one anothers vices.

[turbulentscrawl]

can i rq general hcs for antonio? thank you 💜

I’ve been a little more hesitant to tackle the Hunters, (aside from Ithaqua) just because I’ve been unsure how much to lean into them being the “villains” of the manor. And honestly I’m still a little wishy-washy about their characterizations…but anyway, I’m gonna give it a go with Antonio here (because I’ve got requests for him ;) ) and you guys please feel free to tell me if it feels off.

-Antonio is, first and foremost, depressed. And all his coping mechanisms are self-destructive. When life got hard, he turned to alcohol, and then later to gambling. And then, you know, to making a deal with the devil or something. The combination of those broke his wallet, his love, and then his spirit. His fuse is shorter now as a result, but instead of blowing up he moreso just…deflates.

-Despite being a Hunter, a “bad guy,” he’s probably better now than he was before. The biggest issue now is really the whole possession thing. He’s not exactly what you’d call “in control” of his body a good chunk of the time. Exactly when he’s going to lose control is generally unpredictable, aside from feeling like an invisible string of hair has coiled around his wrists shortly before. It happens a lot in matches, where he’s otherwise hesitant to be all that brutal, as well as when his mood gets low enough like above. But when he is in control, history has made Antionio milder than he was before his initial spiral.

-He still really likes his alcohol, but he’s better about taking it in moderation now. The other Hunters help to keep him in check about this as well, if not because they care about him then because he makes for an annoying, hot-headed drunk. He tends to pick fights when he’s really wasted and why would they want to deal with that?

-Gambling is also still problem for him, but since money doesn’t matter in the manors it’s both less concerning and less thrilling. He and some of the other Hunters place bets on matches, staking things like higher-end foods and favors to one another. He’s often requested to play specific pieces of music for people when he loses—particularly ones he dislikes.

-Because of the greedy imprisonment he suffered, Antonio dislikes spending long periods indoors, and especially in his room. He spends as much time outside as possible, enjoying the garden flowers and a cool breeze. On full moons, when there’s nothing planned, he usually goes wandering about to try and find any survivors doing the same. He enjoys the fresh company, for the most part, and even considers some of them friends.

-Antonio is among the most displeased of the Hunters, regarding the set-up for matches. Despite his history as a violent drunk, he takes no pleasure in hurting people, and he’s bitter about possibly having to be “evil” for the rest of eternity. The fact that some of the survivors don’t hold the matches against him is a balm to his aching soul.

-While the violin is his instrument and weapon of choice, Antonio enjoys all of the arts. Any kind of music, visual, or performance. He understands the importance of self-expression, and loves to see people give themselves to it in earnest. What he dislikes are frauds. People who use art just to make a buck.

-The best love languages for Antonio are Quality Time and Acts of Service. He finds it incredibly sweet when others anticipate some of his needs and complete tasks for him in case his arms are taken and he’s unable to do them himself later. He also just enjoys spending time around his loved ones, it reminds him that he’s not some irredeemable monster. He prefers to show his love through Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch, often giving people sweet pet names and touching their arms.

-His hair is stronger than the game suggests. He can easily carry large items, other people, and even lift himself with it. He can hoist himself up to a second-story floor with relative ease, though being lifted by your scalp isn't exactly the most comfortable sensation, so he tries to avoid it.

[deafknell]

If you took a random 10 minute section of both Joshua and Otto's lives and viewed it as an outside observer, what is the probability that Otto would appear as the more pathetic man?

My gut was saying Otto easily, but thinking about it? Equally difficult to tell.

Joshua's internal monologue is extremely depressing. He spends every second berating himself and critiquing the people around him all because of his lack of self worth. Since he's alone a lot of the time, those thoughts can range from just being the ultimate hater to being the most miserable man around. In that regard, he's pretty pathetic, in how he's so openly hostile to Subaru and implicitly hostile to Reinhard over their treatment of his brother. He's got codependency issues up to his neck with how he tries to raise Julius to live a life Joshua couldn't.

This posts gonna be a long one, bear with. Arc 8 spoilers (up to c24) under the cut.

He's so fixated on Julius being perfect for his role it shatters him that they're not in sync. The whole debate about his role of head of house sticks with me heavily. "It was exactly that, handed over. Never stolen." The clinginess Joshua has with Julius is immense. The only thing that really offsets it is, well, he gets to know a wide range of people through him. Tivey and Hetaro are his closest friends, while he's fond of people like Mimi, Ricardo, Cecilus, and Schult. He's able to spend time playing with the triplets in the garden without being as controlling over what Julius does by the time canon rolls around.

Even for people he's not fond of, like Anastasia, Joshua's the one who pushes Julius to go after her when he fucks up and upsets her. He's the one who takes up a sword for the first time in 10 years to protect her because it's what Julius would want, even though he's terrified and weak and thinks she's an awful influence on him. Joshua grows up a lot between his obsession as a child to his obsession now, both in how he handles Julius with others and in how he is by himself. So while he's very much a pathetic person, there's a number of times he's actually... respectable, given his awful circumstances.

It makes me wonder how messed up his dynamic with Julius would be if they never met Reinhard when he was 9.

Otto, on the other hand... He's a lot more put together on the surface. You disrespect Julius to Joshua, he'll be foaming at the mouth, but you disrespect Subaru to Otto? It's not as obvious stepping over that landmine. In terms of situations, though, Otto's a lot more pathetic to me when you compare the two and their dynamics with the others.

Comparatively, Otto's had a far more nuanced upbringing than Joshua. His parents are so sweet, and his family's generally supportive of him, despite everything. He's struggled with his DP and later with Diadora and Russell's shit, where Joshua's just been plagued with ill health and a very warped family dynamic for years. They're somewhat direct opposites in how they're brought up in that regard.

By the time he meets Subaru and eventually joins the Emilia camp, he's been through some awful stuff. Frufoo's a massive pillar of support but in terms of healthy communication with people? He's been drinking at the bar regularly, which is a pretty telling sign of how things are for him. His attachment comes on quick, as people like Pluto have spoken about in their ottoposting (which I would highly recommend!!) from writing a suicide note over deciding to help Subaru all the way to making himself almost indispensible to the camp, despite telling everybody his plans of leaving and running his own store.

Joshua's fixation on Julius comes out of a mix of resentment, survival mechanisms and genuine loneliness, I feel. He's so afraid of being left behind that he tries to make himself integral to Julius, and I think part of that is also reflected in Otto's behaviour to the camp. How he asks all of them if they're worried about him over and over because he wants to feel wanted. Subaru gives him that, leaves him plenty of room to just, latch on and it feeds massively into his own issues of self worth and loneliness.

Don't get me started on how poorly he reacts in arc 8 when that closeness is indirectly (contrary to Otto's own belief) challenged by Julius. How quick he is to lash out and paint him as an outsider, that this does not involve him when it very clearly affects Julius the same as everyone else there. Julius and Emilia's light, able to believe that people are fundamentally good, where Otto nips at Subaru's heels like a lingering shadow.

Both Otto and Joshua are extremely pathetic people. They'll lash out at people, barking at whatever hand comes near them, and then project that rage unto themselves before the thought of talking their problems out dawns on them. I think between them, 10 minutes with Joshua would be a lot more tame for me, if solely down to me being much more fond of Julius praise than Subaru praise. Though sitting through 10 minutes of self hatred vs 10 minutes of whatever's going on in Otto's head is enough to drive anybody insane.

If nothing else, at least Joshua didn't make me read this line with my own two eyes:

[mellarkdandelion]

First look at "Sunrise on the Reaping"

People Magazine released an exclusive excerpt from the first chapter of "Sunrise on the Reaping"! Read it below!

“Happy birthday, Haymitch!” 

The upside of being born on reaping day is that you can sleep late on your birthday. It’s pretty much downhill from there. A day off school hardly compensates for the terror of the name drawing. Even if you survive that, nobody feels like having cake after watching two kids being hauled off to the Capitol for slaughter. I roll over and pull the sheet over my head. 

“Happy birthday!” My 10-year-old brother, Sid, gives my shoulder a shake. “You said be your rooster. You said you wanted to get to the woods at daylight.” 

It’s true. I’m hoping to finish my work before the ceremony so I can devote the afternoon to the two things I love best — wasting time and being with my girl, Lenore Dove. My ma makes indulging in either of these a challenge, since she regularly announces that no job is too hard or dirty or tricky for me, and even the poorest people can scrape up a few pennies to dump their misery on somebody else. But given the dual occasions of the day, I think she’ll allow for a bit of freedom as long as my work is done. It’s the Gamemakers who might ruin my plans.

“Haymitch!” wails Sid. “The sun’s coming up!” 

“All right, all right. I’m up, too.” I roll straight off the mattress onto the floor and pull on a pair of shorts made from a government-issued flour sack. The words "courtesy of the Capitol" end up stamped across my butt. My ma wastes nothing. Widowed young when my pa died in a coal mine fire, she’s raised Sid and me by taking in laundry and making every bit of anything count. The hardwood ashes in the fire pit are saved for lye soap. Eggshells get ground up to fertilize the garden. Someday these shorts will be torn into strips and woven into a rug. 

I finish dressing and toss Sid back in his bed, where he burrows right down in the patchwork quilt. In the kitchen, I grab a piece of corn bread, an upgrade for my birthday instead of the gritty, dark stuff made from the Capitol flour. Out back, my ma’s already stirring a steaming kettle of clothes with a stick, her muscles straining as she flips a pair of miner’s overalls. She’s only 35, but life’s sorrows have already cut lines into her face, like they do. 

Ma catches sight of me in the doorway and wipes her brow. “Happy 16th. Sauce on the stove.” 

“Thanks, Ma.” I find a saucepan of stewed plums and scoop some on my bread before I head out. I found these in the woods the other day, but it’s a nice surprise to have them all hot and sugared. “Need you to fill the cistern today,” Ma says as I pass. 

We’ve got cold running water, only it comes out in a thin stream that would take an age to fill a bucket. There’s a special barrel of pure rainwater she charges extra for because the clothes come out softer, but she uses our well water for most of the laundry. What with pumping and hauling, filling the cistern’s a two-hour job even with Sid’s help. 

“Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” I ask. 

“I’m running low and I’ve got a mountain of wash to do,” she answers. 

"This afternoon, then,” I say, trying to hide my frustration. If the reaping’s done by one, and assuming we’re not part of this year’s sacrifice, I can finish the water by three and still see Lenore Dove.

A blanket of mist wraps protectively around the worn, gray houses of the Seam. It would be soothing if it wasn’t for the scattered cries of children being chased in their dreams. In the last few weeks, as the Fiftieth Hunger Games has drawn closer, these sounds have become more frequent, much like the anxious thoughts I work hard to keep at bay. The second Quarter Quell. Twice as many kids. No point in worrying, I tell myself, there’s nothing you can do about it. Like two Hunger Games in one. No way to control the outcome of the reaping or what follows it. So don’t feed the nightmares. Don’t let yourself panic. Don’t give the Capitol that. They’ve taken enough already.

So what do y'all think!? Let me know and stay tuned for more updates!! I can't wait to read this book, out March 18th :)

[autisticaboutstufflol]

Accidental Adoptions Vinsmoke Headcanons

So Chapter 7 of Accidental Adoptions is out, and I promised Vinsmoke information! This AU for all who don't know, is Cora deciding that getting Law and the brand new baby that just got adopted into the DQ Pirates out of there is priority #1. Shenanigans occur, and now he's somehow ended up with not only Law and Dellinger, but all the Vinsmoke Siblings. Onto the headcanons!!

All Vinsmoke Siblings

They're all autistic

Are very co-dependant on each other

Distrustful of hospital environments

Reiju - 8 years old - She/Her

The second most durable out of the siblings, strong exoskeleton

Has her 'Poison Pink' abilities [Can produce poison, is immune to doses of poison that would otherwise kill regular people]

Has somewhat canon typical 'has to obey Judge's commands' modification built in [If she hears Judge's voice telling her to do something, she has to obey]

Heals the second quickest

Enjoys gardening

Helping Law out with removing the Amber Lead from his system

Ichiji - 6 years old - He/Him

Has implants in his eyes and hands to allow him to channel his red energy blasts easier

Can see further/see more detail + in fun visions [x-ray, night vision, can see shrimp colours ect.] because of these eye implants

Can't cry any more because of said implants

Least emotional due to experimentation, but is still far ahead of his canon version in terms of emotions

Likes navigation, and has essentially declared himself default captain/navigator on the ship

Niji - 6 years old - He/Him

Heals the quickest due to a combination of experimentation and a strong exoskeleton

Has super speed, which connects into the electricity powers [electricity goes fast]

Electricity powers [Can produce electric blasts from his hands, did not need implants like Ichiji because his exoskeleton was stronger]

Speaks really quickly because of his speed, sometimes forgets that not everyone processes the world like he does

Also has insane hearing

Has gotten very good at sewing because he's basically so quick he's a sewing machine. Also enjoys drawing

Sanji - 6 years old - He/Him (for now)

Most emotional out of his siblings

Has a weak exoskeleton- He's still far stronger than any normal child, but doesn't have the same invulnerability his siblings do

Does have some minor invisibility modifications [can only make parts of himself invisible if he strains himself or if he's stressed, will go full invisible if he's terrified ect.]

Everyone thinks he's got a secret extra genetic modification to talk to animals because he just makes friends with small animals constantly [He has four pet rats, Eloise, Yumi, Polly and Theia]

Loves to cook and make friends with animals

Yonji - 6 years old - He/Him

The most durable of the siblings, his exoskeleton is very strong

Both arms are half mechanical, a commenter (shout out to KitsuneNee_chan) made a remark that it reminded them of Nebula from GOTG, and I totally agree with that.

His physical modifications worked the best out of all the siblings, has had super strength since he was a baby

Has very bad sensory issues, has caused millions of berri in property damage while overstimulated

Isn't too sure what he likes to do, but absolutely loves sweet food and listening to the radio

BONUS!! X Drake Headcanons for this fic

Drake - 16 years old - He/Him

Very jumpy/skittish

An okay cook, is teaching Sanji how to use salt and pepper in moderation while making things

Good at fishing

Thinks that every zoan fruit user also has a personification of their corresponding zoan animal in their head that talks to them and will take full control when they morph into their full animal forms. He is wrong. He is mentally ill [blasts him with the OSDD1b beam]

Is very protective of the kids of the rag-tag orphanage ship that Cora has somehow gathered

[humorisstoredinthetits]

Random Heathers Headcannons

These all take place in an AU where JD be more chill and decides that murder and slushies are not in fact the best ways to deal with mental illness and goes see a therapist, also Modern Times and PolyHeathers+V

The Heathers + Veronica have lots of money after Chandler and Duke's parents die in a "freak accident"

So maybe JD didn't fully shed his homicidal tendencies, just turned them on people who actually deserved it bc they were all shitty people who traumatized people he begrudgingly cares about

Big Bud Dean also mysteriously dies around this time in a freak accident involving being in a building right before it blows up

Being the only children of rich assholes whose family abandoned them for petty rich people reasons means they inherit the mansions and money, meaning the four of them can live in peace and don't have to get jobs unless they really want to

Veronica decides to write, since she doesn't have to worry about making it in the real world she can focus on her passion projects

Mac works with her Dad, who is alive because he did not contribute to her issues, that would be how society fails to meet the needs of autistic people, especially in education

She eventually is going to take over the engagement ring business, which is a pretty decent amount of income on top of their massive fortune

She also volunteers at animal shelters in her free time bc she loves animals

Duke initially says screw jobs but she quickly gets bored and decides to go into Child Psychology, she wants to help kids who were like her and had nowhere and no one to turn to, and help those in abusive situations to get out of them, bc JD can't just murder all of the abusive parents in the world, as great as that would be

Chandler thinks they are all crazy for taking jobs when they don't have to, but she gets bored as well waiting for them to get home so she starts doing all the chores

What she thought would originally be meaningless busywork actually becomes fun for her

It turns out she likes to cook, which is good bc if she didn't her gfs would would subsist entirely on hot pockets and coffee

She learns how to bake and the rest of them would often come home to fresh cupcakes or cookies

She also takes up gardening, which surprises her bc she thought she would hate having to get all up in the dirt

She's always buying different kinds of flowers to plant in the yard

Obviously she gets the most of heathers, duh

It feels like a final fuck you to her parents, who wanted her to become a rich asshole like the rest of their family

They sell the Duke residence to JD, Betty and Martha for cheap bc they don't need 2 houses (and bc they feel bad about how they treated them) while they all move into the Chandler Mansion

Life is chaotic as hell, but they all love it

Everyone besides Mac is a Night Owl, she has to drag them to bed at a reasonable hour otherwise they would stay up all night

They cannot function without their morning coffee

They occasionally play games, but this always turns out horribly

Take the Mario Party Incident for example

Mac just wanted them to all play together and have fun, so she booted up Mario Party, quickly forgetting how competitive Duke and Chandler are

They scream at each other the entire time, Veronica gives up around Round 4 and throws

At the end Chandler has the most stars, but Duke somehow gets all 3 bonus stars and ends up winning

Chandler fucking throws her controller through the TV

She sleeps on the couch that night

Or the time they tried to play Monopoly, but Duke set the board on fire after landing on Chandler's property with 3 hotels

Mac really wants to get a pet, she loves animals and there's plenty at the shelter waiting to be adopted

Duke is the holdout, she hates furry animals, but relents when she can get a snake

Veronica brings her cat JFK from her parent's place, Chandler gets a Maine Coon who only likes Mac and will hiss at everyone else, Mac gets a rabbit bc she loves them, they're just so tiny and fluffy and cute, and Duke gets a ball python

Chandler tried so hard to get the cat to like her, buying her all these toys and shit, but she'll always go to Mac for attention and hiss whenever Chandler gets close

Chandler hates the snake, in reality she's just scared, a fact which Duke takes full advantage of, like after the monopoly incident

Chandler goes to put on her war paint (makeup) when everyone hears a scream

Chandler is hiding in the corner, shaking at the sight of this small little ball python sitting in the cabinet

Duke is a chaos gremlin

Duke also sleeps on the couch that day

Veronica is a weeb and will binge anime all day if she has nothing else to do

She finds this one called I'm In Love With The Villainess bc one of the characters, Claire, looks a hell of alot like Chandler

She forces the Heathers to sit down and watch it with her, and they all agree Chandler is literally Claire

She starts calling Veronica 'commoner' after that

[marveloustimestwo]

For vampire!nat... do you think that she has old friends that she decides to introduce to the reader? I don't know why but I feel like that old friend would be wanda and they were both besties since before they turned and now that wanda knows about reader she helps nat with keeping reader in control.

Idk, but I would love to see your headcanons about it <333

Thank you so much!! I appreciate the request <3 As for Vampire! Nat, I think I'm just going to insert a bit of my own lore surrounding these vamps rather than just leaving it up to y'all's interpretation.

Warnings: Yandere themes, talk of the reader having been kidnapped, held captive, and treated like a child.

I think there would be a very select few people that Natasha would trust around her darling.

Usually, she's pretty proud, and she won't ask for help unless she really needs it. She keeps thinking that you're her child, so she should be able to take care of and discipline you herself rather than having others do it for her.

However, if it gets to a point where you clearly haven't been cooperating for a while, Nat will bring someone in who she thinks can help, because she does have friends out there.

A couple, like Bruce and Steve, she wouldn't trust around you. She thinks that Bruce is too soft-hearted to help control you and that his tenderness would only make you attached to him rather than her.

On the other hand, Nat believes that Steve would be too harsh. She's seen how mean he can be with his own darling, and while Nat may need help to control you, she doesn't want to break you in the process.

Natasha wants to find a proper medium. Not too harsh and not too soft. Two of those friends would be Wanda and Clint.

I definitely like the idea that they all grew up together and were friends before they turned. You're right about that vibe, anon.

Like they grew up in the same village, were best friends, and were promptly turned by the same guy. They learned the ropes together and still remain good friends to this day.

And while they may not stick together all of the time, they still keep in contact regularly and see each other every decade or so to catch up. Not to mention they all know they can call on each other for help if they need it.

Plus, Nat knows both of them well enough to trust them with her darling, which says a lot.

When you're getting hard to control, she trusts them not to be too hard or too soft on you. And they are good at that.

With her own darling, Wanda can be a bit (a lot) overbearing, but when dealing with her friend's child, it's a bit different.

She's incredibly charming, acting like the good cop to Natasha's bad cop. Her softness will allow you to talk to her and stop fighting as much.

Meanwhile, Clint is quite good at actually fixing the problem. Once Wanda gets you to talk about what sort of issues you have with Natasha's parenting style, Clint is the one that helps both you and Nat find a compromise.

If you want to go outside a bit more, Clint will suggest getting you a garden. Of course, you'll still be watched and tracked, but it is a compromise, so nothing comes for free.

If you act really, really good, Natasha also agreed to the idea of taking you to get ice cream every once in a while, under the condition that you don't misbehave (aka, scream for help or try to run.)

The one thing Natasha will never budge on is talking to your family, especially your bio parents. She's your mom and you're her child. She's the only family you have any more and you need to accept it.

But hey, life does get better once she seeks help from Wanda and Clint. At the very least, you get a few more freedoms so long as you act better.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hii!! May I get a matchup for bsd, sk8 the infinity, and the legend of Zelda ?? :3 if that's too many feel free to get rid of one or two, I don't mind <3

Name ; Schneider

Pronouns ; he/it (I use a lot of neopronouns but I feel like that's a bit too overboard for a matchup ^^)

Sexuality ; Pansexual (no pref for gender), cupioromantic (a person who wants a romantic relationship, but rarely feels romantic attraction.)

Zodiac ; Scorpio

Appearance ; I have short black and blue hair in a sort of jellyfish haircut, I'm concerningly underweight (anemia + anorexia), I have brown eyes and dark circles </3, I love dressing up in frilly monotone clothing but due to the lack of money and how expensive that shit is I usually don't get to :(

Personality ; I don't speak unless spoken to, even around people I'm close with, so I'm often very quiet. I'm not shy though, I can keep a conversation going very well once someone starts one. I have major trust issues so it takes a while to get close to people. I love taking care of animals because it makes me feel like I'm needed by someone (sorry for being so depressing 😭), I have trouble showing emotions through facial expression or tone of voice so I often look either really bored or irritated (and sometimes I am, but not always), I'm a bit of a control freak, I'm accidentally judgemental without realizing it, I'm so so sleepy all the time 24/7 there's never been a time where I wasn't sleepy in the past 10 years

Likes ; The cold, animals, winter, writing, kaomojis (໒꒰ྀི >ヮ<꒱ྀི১, ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১, ໒꒰ྀི´ �� ` ꒱ྀིა), angel food cake, collecting random things (pens, feathers, dolls, magazines, lip balms, etc.), Photography, astrology, pretty people (everyone), tea, hoarding fashion magazines, bows, flowers, psychology, philosophy, rain, mist/fog, the ocean, H.P Lovecraft, shopping, sugar gliders (animal), laying on the floor, being on open water, sleeping, children, the sensation of heavy bass

Dislikes ; Warm weather, sour things, basketball, chalk, open spaces, mess, the feeling of wood, itchy fabric/wool, sand, loud noises, being late, simplicity, amusement/theme parks, meditation, math, getting lost, riddles, wind chimes, super bright things, politics, drama, fire, heights, bird watching, documentaries, road trips, alcohol, escape rooms, eating noises

Hobbies ; sleeping (surprise), gardening, writing, photography, making dollhouses

Extra ; Due to an eye injury I got a few years ago I have really bad depth perception and often walk into things not realizing they were right in front of me, I smell like raspberry orange cake, I drop everything I hold, fashion enthusiast

Hi Schneider! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like your matchups!

In Bungo Stray Dogs, I match you with...

You and Atsushi are very similar in that you’re both more on the quiet side and want to feel needed. This means you’re able to support each other in ways other people can’t.

Atsushi is a lot more open with his emotions compared to you, but this difference doesn’t cause problems. He’s very in tune with people's emotions, even if they don’t outwardly display them so he usually has some idea of how you’re feeling.

Since you both want to feel needed and have some trust issues, you’ll both place a lot of trust in each other. Where other people may not understand or be unable to help, you’re usually able to have each other’s backs.

There is a lot of drama to be had when the Armed Detective Agency is involved but Atsushi will do what he can to keep you away from and out of it as much as possible. There’s only so much he can do though.

I think Atsushi would really enjoy gardening. He’d find it peaceful, and it gives a nice sense of doing something small to make the world a better place.

In Sk8 the Infinity, I match you with...

Reki is one of the best people to have around if you’re clumsy. He’s always getting into accidents with his skateboard, so he’s got into the habit of carrying around antiseptic and Band-Aids everywhere he goes, just in case.

He’s a very expressive person but gets along with everyone, regardless of how open they are with emotion. Just look at him and Langa. Langa wasn’t the most openly emotional at the beginning of the series but that didn’t stop Reki from befriending him.

No need to worry about getting lost with Reki around. He’s skated all over town and knows every backstreet like the back of his hand.

Always on the lookout for things you can add to your collections. He’s got a sharp eye for those things and loves being able to give them to you so he can watch your reaction.

Whether it’s a cool rock he accidentally skated over (and ended up needing to use some of those Band-Aids), a bottlecap from his drink at lunch, or a plush toy he won at an arcade, he likes gifting you thinks that he hopes remind you of him.

In Legend of Zelda, I match you with...

While you and Link share a lot of similarities, you also have quite a lot of differences. And it’s those differences that make your relationship work so well.

There’s no need to worry about your trust issues with Link around. He’s one of the easiest people to trust in Hyrule and for good reason to. This guy will do everything in his power to make sure you never feel betrayed by him.

I see Link as someone who would enjoys shopping with you. He’s got a good eye for thinks you might like and an even better eye for discounts and sales. He’s also happy to carry any bags you have.

While he’s not super messy, I do see Link as someone who tends to just put things down wherever instead of back where they came from. This can sometimes lead to mess but he’s always happy to tidy things up if they get out of hand.

He knows you can be clumsy so he’s starting to develop a sixth sense to know when you’re likely to bump into or trip over something. He always has bandages and healing potions on hand just to be sure.

[tenebris-lux]

Okay, so now I’m thinking about what if Victor HAD finished Creature 2.0?

What the first Creature is thinking is, “And they lived happily ever after away from people. The end.” But would it be that simple?

She wakes up. She’s overwhelmed by her senses and everything around her. Sees two beings in the room with her, one about her height, maybe taller, the other much smaller. They exchange sounds at each other, then the smaller one makes some gestures and leaves the room.

I’m not a story writer, so I don’t know the details of what happens next. But the first Creature would be guiding her from there on. Victor’s part is done, so he and the Creatures are at quits. She might not remember him after a while because there’s so much to take in at once.

The Creature is a hard one for me to pin down in characterization. But he’s really patient. He’d be patient with her, knowing what she’s going through in her first couple days. Victor probably packed up his stuff and left the place to these two; not his problem now whether they stay or take off right away—the Creature will keep his word. I don’t know how urgently the Creature would want to change location, if he’d want to give Lady (I’m going to call her Lady) a few more days to find her feet, or if he’d hustle her somewhere else where they can take their time. Probably the latter. He’d help her learn to talk, and she would rely on him completely. Eventually he would lead her on their journey to isolation.

Would they glimpse other people on the way? Would they have to hide? Taking cues from his behavior, would she fear other humans without even interacting? Or would she be curious and want to find out for herself? We can easily imagine how a meeting then would go. She’d rely on Creature even more afterwards.

… OR, would they never run into humans, and make it all the way to the sanctuary Creature had picked out without incident?

Victor wondered if they’d have kids. No, he seemed certain that they could have children. That opens up another wild series of possibilities. Would Lady be prepared for it? Creature probably knows some stuff, but even he wouldn’t be prepared for that. They’d be flying blind in raising a family. I could potentially see Creature going near human habitation for research and observation, but would Lady go too? Or would she have to stay behind, alone? It’s a risk for Creature to go, a bigger risk for both of them to go.

Throughout all this, would Lady be satisfied? She’d looked to Creature this whole time as her guide. Depending on her personality, would she be content with all that? Or would she be more and more curious about all that she hadn’t yet experienced? Creature is smart and resourceful; unless something wildly unexpected happened, he’d make sure he and she got to their sanctuary safely and without incident. But he can only control so much. Would she wonder about the environments beyond? If Creature told her of his interactions with humans, how long until she wanted to test for herself? It sometimes takes just having an experience for someone to decide if they’re content with the same setting for the rest of their life. Creature has had experiences, Lady has not. Creature had to grow up quick, being on his own. Lady, maybe not so much, since she’d been taken care of and provided for, but that would change once children become an issue. Kids or not, eventually it will happen. She’d crave experiences of her own.

What then?

It’s a bit like Rapunzel, or the Disney film of The Hunchback of Notre Dame (haven’t read the book yet, dunno what’s the same, what’s different). Or The Secret Garden.

Oh god, I just thought of something else. What if she died in childbirth? What would Creature do then?

And there’s no way to tell their lifespan, either. Can they age?

So many possibilities…..

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Previous. Chapter 42: Visits.

Chapter 43. Emotions.

Both Scott and Gordon had spent the last 45 minutes in silence, watching over Virgil with deep concern as he lay with his eyes shut, clinging tightly onto his sick bowl. The intensity of his migraines had grown, the vomiting had become more frequent, and due to the lack of sleep he was getting, the normally peace keeping artist had become extremely moody,

“Scotty,” Virgil mumbled, after he had finished vomiting once more.

“Yes bro, can I get you something?” Scott asked.

“Please don’t let Alan or Gordon see me like this.”

“Err, sorry Virg. Gordon’s already here,” Scott pointed out, signalling to where he was sitting.

“Hey,” Gordon smiled, when Virgil looked at him groggily, “as for Alan, I don’t think you’ll be able to drag him away.”

“No control anymore!” Virgil stated before crumpling himself over the bowl and vomiting again.

Gordon and Scott exhaled at the state their brother was in, both desperate to help or soothe him in some way.

When Virgil had finished the nurse quickly swapped the bowl. “Try and drink some more water.” She said, pouring some into a cup.

“Virg, please... Let me help you, you’re going to drop it,” Scott cautioned, noticing Virgil’s hand shaking.

“No!” Virgil snapped, taking a hold of the cup and sipping some.

“Try and drink some more,” the nurse ordered, when Virgil had placed the cup back down.

Virgil huffed to himself and muttered under his breath before taking hold of the cup.

“Come on Virgil, let us help you,” Gordon begged, when he saw Virgil’s hand was shaking even more than before.

“No!” Virgil snapped again. Gordon and Scott glanced at each other knowing the inevitable was going to happen. Sure enough, Virgil’s hand began shaking and the water went all over him. “God damn it!” Virgil exploded. Throwing the plastic cup across the room. “Can’t do anything!”

The nurse half-smiled at Gordon and Scott, who both looked shocked and saddened by Virgil’s outburst. “Don’t worry, It’s just the drugs. As soon as they are out of his system he’ll be back to his normal self… It may be best if we had just one person at a time while his migraines and sickness are this bad,” she suggested, “it may also help him emotionally as well… If you can give us about 10 minutes, I’ll get this cleaned up.”

“Okay,” Scott and Gordon agreed, both trudging out the room and outside to the hospital gardens where their grandma, John and Alan were enjoying some fresh air.

“Is everything okay with Virgil?” John asked with concern, when he saw Gordon and Scott.

Scott and Gordon despondently relayed what had happened. Detailed their concern over Virgil’s emotional state becoming worse, and the advice the nurse had given.

“The nurse is probably right,” Alan stated, “it’s just the drugs, he’ll be okay in a few days.”

“I don’t think so,” Gordon replied, “he seemed so angry and frustrated.”

Scott nodded. “I think the drugs are displaying the pent-up frustrations he’s been trying to hide since we found him.”

“Mm…” Ruth pondered. “Alan, John, I know you were both due to go in, but because it’s now one at a time, I think it may be best if I go next… I believe this may need a grandma’s touch!” Ruth smiled at Gordon and Scott. “How long did the nurse say she would be?”

“About 10 minutes,” Gordon answered.

“Right, then I’ll make my way up now,” she smiled, “will you boys be okay, while I’m gone?”

“Yes grandma,” Scott grinned, “I don’t know about the others, but I need a coffee.”

“Count me in,” John, Alan and Gordon echoed.

“You boys and your coffee,” Ruth laughed, “I’ll see you all in the canteen when I come out!”

… …

Auckland Prison:

Jeff and Penelope glanced at each other and smirked as the Hood’s eyes now changed from a piercing yellow to an intense gold. “I really think you need your eyes tested,” Jeff mocked.

“Why is it not working?” The Hood shrieked.

“Oh, dear, what’s wrong?” Penny questioned with fake concern.

“I think it’s his powers,” Jeff answered, “for some reason, they don’t seem to be working.”

“What have you done?” The Hood demanded.

Penny pulled out a small box from an inner pocket, opened it, and then placed it on the table in front of the Hood, displaying a pair of contacts which were inside. “The reason your powers are not working is because myself and Jeff are both wearing contacts which are just like these prototypes. You see they were invented by a colleague of ours, they work by protecting the retina from receiving the hypnotic suggestions you are sending out.”

The Hood growled and brought his chained hands down onto the contacts smashing them into bits.

“Oh, how clumsy of you!” Jeff taunted. “Now, don’t worry… Our colleague was quite confident that these would work. In fact, he was so confident that he’s already made several of them in advance, and thankfully they’ve already been given to anyone who has the displeasure of dealing with you. Of course, now we know they do work, he will be making plenty more of them… Which means, that you’re not going anywhere!”

… …

Ruth had quietly entered the ICU room, and taken a seat next to Virgil’s bed. Softly stroking his head while he dosed. After five minutes, with his eyes remaining shut, Virgil clutched onto the sick bowl which had been resting next to him and vomited. The nurse swapped the bowl over and handed him some more tissues, while Ruth poured some water into a cup. “Right, are you going to let me help you?” She questioned, holding the cup firmly. “Or are you going to throw another cup across the room?”

Virgil blearily opened his eyes and looked at his grandma. “Sorry,” he stuttered, excepting the help from her.

“You know, it’s perfectly okay to get angry, scared, and emotional after what’s happened to you,” she said, placing the cup down when he had finished. Ruth turned back to face Virgil and noticed the tears that were beginning to well up in his eyes. “Oh, sweetheart,” Ruth exclaimed, gently holding Virgil in her arms as best she could with all the wires that were attached. “It’s okay, everything is going to be okay.”

“I want to feel like me again,” Virgil wept.

“You will. Maybe not the old you, but a new you will emerge from all of this, one who is stronger than before… It may take some time, but you know that we are all here to help you along the way,” Ruth soothed, continuing to hold onto Virgil as he openly sobbed into her shoulders.

After Virgil had fallen asleep in her arms, Ruth placed him gently back on his bed, and returned to her four other grandsons who were in the canteen, having been joined by Doctor Gerry Sylvia. She happily greeted the doctor and then began filling them all in on what had happened.

“Is there anything we can do for him?” Alan questioned.

“He’s emotionally exhausted… He’s frustrated, angry, and scared, not that he’ll admit that last part,” Ruth observed, “the best thing you can do, is to make sure he receives the much-needed support he will require when he returns home!”

“Of course!” All the boys replied.

“Good! Just maybe try to hold back on the smothering, okay?” Ruth said, staring straight at Scott.

“What?” Scott commented. “I think you’ve got the wrong grandson, I never smother!”

“Ah!” Gordon, Alan and John retorted.

“Okay, okay,” Scott grinned, “I’ll try… No promises though!” Everyone laughed, except John who was staring across the room. “Hey, what’s up?” Scott asked.

“What are they doing here?” John growled, pointing across the room at Maria Andrews and Emily Sanderson, who had not long entered the canteen, and were both trying desperately to not catch their eyes.

“They’re here for a meeting to discuss everything that’s happened,” Doctor Sylvia answered.

“And what will happen?” Gordon asked.

“Unfortunately, it’s up to them,” Gerry responded, “no charges have been made, and unless new evidence surfaces, or Virgil remembers something, neither of them will be taken back in for questioning. So, as far as the hospital directors are concerned they are innocent and welcome to return to work.”

“Well, one of them is guilty and she certainly doesn’t belong here!” Scott stated, rising from the chair.

Ruth immediately pulled her grandson back down. “Scott, one of those two women is completely innocent in all of this, and she doesn’t deserve a tirade.”

“No, but the other one certainly does!” Scott muttered.

… …

Auckland Prison:

After a long period of silence. the Hood leaned in closer to Penelope and Jeff. “I know all of your secrets Jeff… Everything about you, from your family life to International Rescue. If you don’t let me go, then I will make sure the whole world knows exactly who runs International Rescue!”

Jeff smirked. “Do you really think I would let you go, just so you could leave here and hurt my son again? No! Your threats are not going to work on me… I would gladly sacrifice the secrecy of International Rescue for any of my boys… So, you can tell whoever you want… However, let’s face it, no one would believe you, and even if they did… Well, I would make sure they didn’t find a single piece of evidence… So, if you want to tell people then go right ahead, tell everyone who we are. Shout it from behind your prison walls… Because Balah Gaat, you won’t be leaving them for a very long time!”

“God damn you Jeff Tracy!” The Hood shrieked, throwing himself into a fit of rage.

Four prison officers rushed in the room and constrained the Hood, while he continued to yell obscenities at both Jeff and Penny. They were about to pull him out of the room and escort him back to his cell, stopping when the Hood screamed. “If I’m going to prison then that damn woman is coming with me!”

… …

Scott continued to stare at the two women, as they both sat separately on the opposite side of the canteen. Eventually his continuous glare was broken when his grandmothers phone began to ring. “It’s your father,” Ruth observed, when she looked at the caller ID, “hi son.”

“Hi mom, how’s Virgil?” Jeff immediately asked.

“Not great I’m afraid, his sickness and migraines have gotten worse, and he’s been very emotional as well.”

“Oh,” Jeff sighed, “well, I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

So, what happened with this invention?” Ruth questioned.

“They work!” Jeff happily reported.

“That’s great news Jeff,” Ruth beamed, passing on the news to the others.

“And did the Hood reveal anything useful?” Ruth queried.

“Can the boys here me?” Jeff asked.

They’re sitting next to me, with Gerry Sylvia,” Ruth replied, “I could put you on speaker if you want me too? But we are in the canteen, and those two women have just shown up!”

“What,” Jeff gasped, “they’re in there right now?”

“Unfortunately, they are.” Ruth confirmed.

Jeff exhaled. “Please put me on speaker, but keep the volume low.” As soon as Ruth had done what Jeff had asked, he continued to speak. “The police have just called the hospital to find out where they both were, and are probably on their way now.”

“Why?” Alan asked.

“The Hood named one them,” Jeff reported.

“What… Who?” Scott questioned.

Jeff released a heavy breath. “With them both in the room with you, I don’t think I should say, and to be honest, none of us are sure if Hood was even telling the truth… At first when he went to name her, he was angry and wanted her to suffer as much as him… But he then grew quiet, and when we pushed him for the name he seemed to take pleasure from seeing everyone wanting to know, especially me. Even though he hates her, he detests me more, and I’m sure he would love knowing that we have the wrong one. That way she would still be a threat to Virgil.”

“Dad… Please, she’s here right now. Which one did he name?” Scott demanded.

“Scott, I’m not saying. The police will be coming to take her in for more questioning.”

“Well, it looks like we’re about to find out anyway. Security are here now.” Scott jumped to his feet and stared at the security who were now talking to one of the women. “You,” he growled, storming over to Emily Sanderson, when it became apparent from her shocked reaction that she had been blamed.

“I haven’t done anything!” She stressed, looking from security to all the Tracy boys who were now standing next to Scott.

“Then prove it!” Scott countered.

“I will! I’m going to the police station now, and I will clear my name,” She promised him.

Scott seethed to himself as he watched her leaving the canteen with the security. “I hope she doesn’t get away with this!”

“Scott, dad said the Hood may have been lying,” John reminded him, “they may have the wrong woman!”

Scott exhaled and stared at Maria Andrews, who was looking utterly shocked by what had taken place. Glancing up from where she was sitting, she caught the stares of all of them. Looking quickly away, with her head down, she stood and left the canteen, making sure not to catch any more of their glares.

Next: C44

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FUTURE GOALS / PLOT LINES | TASK ONE.

ace.

therapy/healing — despite how much he tells himself he’s fine and that he has no unresolved childhood trauma, in reality he does. abandoned by his father and used by his mother for her own selfish needs, he has a lot of trust issues and a lot of insecurities in himself because of this. I would love to see him realize that if he’s to have any kind of normal future, he may need a little bit of help to move past these issues.

letting someone in — while ace doesn’t struggle to make friends, not many really know him completely. he doesn’t like to let anyone see what’s really going on behind the smile and jokes. I would like — and he would too despite how much he denies it — to see him slowly begin to trust someone and let them in past a surface level. romantically, platonically— either would be amazing. or both.

showcasing art — ace has absolutely no issues with showing off his cartoon work, it’s what pays the bills after all. but he also has more personal pieces that he paints that more so represent him as a person on the inside and I would eventually like for him to feel more comfortable showing the world.

adopting all the pups and buying a house — rescuing charlie was the best thing he ever did, and he plans to adopt as many dogs as he can handle once he gets a better grip on his own life. when he pictures his future the only thing he knows for sure as that he wants a house with a huge garden for all of his future dog kiddos.

children. eventually. big maybe — the idea of children honestly terrifies him at this point in his life, though with a little growth I feel like he’d be such an amazing, fun dad. he just needs to come to terms with the fact that he’s nothing like his parents and that he won’t necessarily fuck his potential kids up the way they did him.

sofia.

learning to love the person she’s becoming — going straight from a controlling household with a lot of expectation into a whirlwind marriage didn’t leave sofia with a lot of time to find her own footing as a person, however over the last couple of years she’s really been growing into her own, and the more time that passes the more okay she is with spending time in her own company. personal growth is definitely a big thing for her.

being a mother — the ultimate goal. she’s known ever since she was young and helping to take care of her brothers that she wanted to be a mother. It’s something she’s always felt she was meant to do. while wanting to be fully happy with herself first, this is a definite. in what way she isn’t sure yet, but she’s very open to adoption or a donor if it isn’t something that happens naturally for her.

resolving conflict with one or all brothers — despite them turning their back on her to keep themselves within the wealth of their family, I do think they still care very deeply for her. I can see them slowly begin to reach out in the future once they’ve went on to start their own families and realize the importance. while it would be difficult for her to forgive, at the end of the day she helped to raise them and that is a love that cannot be erased.

atlas.

healing his heart — since the death of his girlfriend almost seventeen years ago, he’s been carrying a lot of misplaced guilt. regardless of him being in no way able to stop the situation, he still thinks he could have changed things if he’d been there and often wishes it was him instead of her. Ideally I’d like for him to come to terms with what happened and to accept that it wasn’t his fault, and that she wouldn’t want him to feel like this for the rest of his life. she would want him to live his life to the fullest.

learning to love again — while he’s had casual flings and one night stands, he hasn’t had anything close to serious in the past seventeen years. watching him learn how to navigate the dating world now would be so fun, though anyone he gets involved with is set for a bumpy ride because stepping out of solitude is never easy. he’s used to keeping himself guarded and keeping things close to his chest. this is bound to cause conflict.

forming deeper connections — he doesn’t often let people in, but when he does he’s very lovable, very protective asshole. he could use some real friends, and over time I would love for him to build a real sibling bond with his half-sister ripley.

luna.

change as many lives as she can for the better — it’s so important to her to help kids growing up in similar situations that she did. she knows how lucky she was to end up with a loving adoptive family, and strives to help each person she comes in contact with throughout her career. I would however like to see how failure to do so effects her.

opening herself up to romance — she’s had relationships but they never seem to last. ask her about love and she’ll look at you like she’s about to puke. but deep down part of her would like someone to share the whole life thing with. however she is extremely used to being super independent and struggles to let people help her with most things. I’d love to see her find a happy balance of it all.

adopt a child — like, far in the future. maybe. if she ever is to have children, she wouldn’t mind having them be biological, but she also knows she 1000% wants to adopt in the future regardless. her dads gave her the best chance in life and she would love to do the same. however at this time in her life she doesn’t feel ready at all. I could however see her taking a young adult under her wing in a sibling vibe kinda way, one that is maybe going off the rails and needs a little help. she simply can’t help herself.