#They like to spar and roughhouse etc

[thedailyvio]

Day 79

[just-some-random-blogger]

Tormented Spirit | 4

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"Is it such a sin to stand up for yourself?" you mutter as tears blur your vision. The way he reacted was visceral, instinctive even. "You never have to stand up for yourself ever again," says Daemon, reaching a hand to you, "come."

Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!Reader | 4k+ | cw: fem!reader, reader has brown hair, wife!reader, twin!Gwayne, arranged/forced marriage, canon divergence, alternate universe, slow burn, DD:DNE, daddy issues/child abuse/family problems, mentions/depictions of mental/physical/psychosomatic illness, ye old misogyny, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: ayo i did it again (rambled). i have no idea where i went with this but it really wENT yknow, but hey you get fluff!!!!!. ALSO (im looking at you cristi) if it wasnt clear this is set, like, pre-show T_T just before ep 1 lmao (ily cristi im just going through it with my writing) | cross posted on ao3

tagging: @arabellasleopardcoat

You did not realize being made a spectacle would be as exhausting as it was. Truly, all you did as your prince brought you to the training quarters of the City Watch, was stand, force a smile and feel their gaze upon you as Daemon instructed them to roughhouse for your (but really his) entertainment. Yet, it felt like you had been running nonstop and only now found reprieve.

Perhaps it was because it was really your mind that was running with the thought of how you snubbed your twin. In truth, you knew Gwayne understood your actions, for he was really the only person who understood you, and yet that was precisely why it ate at you so much. How could you do such a thing to your brother?

At some point, Daemon is too distracted by his sparring soldiers to remember you were there. By the time they began to drink, you gave word to one of the guards and made your way back to the Keep yourself.

You head for your brother's chambers, set on setting things straight. You do not find him there however, and your mind begins to wander. Was he avoiding you? Was he cross?

Upon asking one of his servants, you find that he was tasked with duty from the Lord Hand. Part of you feels comforted by the answer, but then you wonder if the task had something to do with you. You try not to think about it as you head back to your own chambers.

You are ripped out of your train of thought when you hear your name called.

Queen Aemma stands across you, hand on her belly, smile on her lips, "have you come to worry on me, good sister?"

Your back straightens and you clasp your hands in front of you, "my queen. I-I-"

"I do hope not," she stretches, leaning back into her hands, "the last thing I want right now is to have yet another person try to tell me what is best for me and my babe."

You shake your head, turning to your feet, "the last thing I would do is impose my inexperience of child bearing upon you."

Aemma's face softens. She's seldom seen someone who looks as though they suffer more than her. "Excellent."

You lift your gaze.

"Come keep me company then and distract me with tales lacking child bearing."

You are taken aback by the invitation and watch the queen slowly waddle back into her quarters. You delay to realize you should be assisting then promptly rush up to her side. You offer her your arm and she gratefully takes it. She is exhausted by the time you reach her bed.

"Thank you," she sighs, wiping the sweat on her temple.

"Of course," you help her put her feet up. You look over your shoulder momentarily, "have you no one to call to? Shall I call for someone?"

"No," she waves you off, "I merely walked out of the room and looked out of the window for a while. I am fine."

You nod and pull away, fidgeting with your fingers, "is there something I might do for you?"

"Yes," she reaches for your arm, "sit."

So you do.

"And tell me, why on earth did Daemon bring you to the City Watch?"

You freeze upon hearing that.

There is a playful curiosity upon Aemma's features, but you no thin think she asks to embarrass you. Still, you open your mouth and begin to stutter, "h-how did you kno-w?"

She chuckles, leaning deeper into her pillow, "oh, my dear," she rubs her belly, "I am privy to all gossip in the Keep. Tis the only activity one such as I can do in my state. Incidentally, had the opposite been true, it is all the servants speak of—" she slowly reaches for you, pushing your hair back.

You are made acutely aware of the marks on your collar again.

"—how the fragile lamb tamed the ferocious dragon."

You chuckle dryly and stare at your lap. You pick at your nails, feeling your throat tighten, "I tame no one, my queen."

As Aemma looks at you, she thinks again she's not laid her eyes upon someone that looks more pained than herself. The sun was already setting, but the marks on your collarbones were still visible. She wonders if you at least enjoyed yourself when you received those marks. "Perhaps not yet."

You chuckle once more.

"He is stubborn and brash, but he is also loyal and passionate."

"Loyal to himself," you turn to her, "with a passion for deviance."

You are unnerved by the sudden call of your name. Your heart races at her misplaced familiarity.

This might be why you blurt out, "I am no fool."

She straightens up, "I did not say you were."

"I know I am feeble in form, but not in mind. I am a mere piece in someone else's game of chess, but every piece has its purpose, even pawns."

Aemma frowns. Her forehead curls, "and pawns can turn into the most powerful piece."

You stare at her belly.

"The Queen."

You do not tell her it is only true in board games.

"Does it frighten you?"

Your eyes quirk up to hers. Her violet eyes are much softer than Daemon's. She does not clarify, but the way in which she rubs her swollen stomach makes it clear to you what she meant. You rub your own as dread pricks through you, "I do not know how it is possible for anyone not to be frightened."

It is her turn to chuckle.

It perturbs you.

"I will not lie to you," she shifts in her spot, "there is no greater pain in the world than becoming a mother, I think..."

It is mortifying to hear, considering you know how many times Queen Aemma has conceived and given birth. How much more painful it must be, as she remains to have one child. You do not think all your years of pain could ever prepare you for such loss.

"... that can be the most gratifying."

You are taken aback when she reaches for your hand. Her palms are soft, just as her expression.

"I do not presume to know you, but I find that whatever pain I have is eclipsed by love I feel for my babe. Still, when the thought of childbirth gets too much, I retreat into something I loved before my babe."

Your brows furrow.

"Tapestries and tea time," she tilts her head, "and Viserys."

You do not know how to feel as she pulls away.

She rubs her forehead, "even speaking is exhausting when you are with child. Forgive me, but I think I would like to go to sleep now."

You shake your head and stand, "there is nothing to be forgiven. I will leave you to your own comforts," you curtsy.

You roam the candlelit halls as you digest the queen's words. You were on your way back to your chambers, then you remember your brother. You promptly head to his room, finding the door open. "Gwayne?"

Emerge two servants carrying a trunk, greeting you before walking off. Your brows furrow as you watch them. You turn back when you hear your name called.

Your twin walks over, still in his doublet and leather shoes. You begin to get nervous, "you're leaving?"

"Preparing to," he says, eyes falling on your collarbones, "the is still the matter of the tourney."

"Tourney?"

"The queen is set to give birth soon— you must not let that man dishonor you so," he quips through clenched teeth, pulling you into his room.

You are dragged inside and he releases you once you're in front of his bed. He grabs his blanket and drapes it on your shoulders. He gathers you hair and pulls it from underneath, "play dumb if you must."

You knit your brows.

"Bat your lashes at him to have your way."

You tighten the blanket around yourself, "I already have."

"To protect me," he tilts his head, "protect yourself, sister. Put yourself first, always."

You clench your jaw.

"He will be kinder if he believes you to be a bimbo."

You scoff, "must I do such a thing?"

Gwayne narrows his eyes, "he is shaming you purposefully out of spite—for me and our father."

The idea makes you queasy because you knew it was true. Your brother was sensible because he got his sense from you, and yet... you find yourself thinking that is it so farfetched for the prince to simply want to show you off proudly? Even in something like this, you were not even being thought of. "And acting a fool will save me from spite?"

He looks at you the way he did whenever you said something stupid. It offends you because it was not a stupid question. He speaks to you, as if you were four, "if he asks you to wear something compromising again, tell him all your dresses are being washed."

You chuckle dryly, "you honestly think he would believe such a blatant lie?"

"He need not have to," he scoffs, "it's not like he'll go through the trouble of inspecting your closet." He places a hand on your arm, "come. I will walk you to your room."

Something unpleasant bubbles up your throat as Gwayne leads you out. As you exit his chambers, you pull away and choke out, "do you think me a fool, devil?"

He sighs and rolls his eyes, "do not be-"

"Do you truly think that I am slowwitted and senseless?"

Your ears ring because of how says your name. You step back when he tries to take your arm again. Gwayne raises a finger and a brow, "I've had a long day. I do not wish to quarrel."

"And I have not?!" you quip, "answer the question!"

He says your name again, firmer, as though you were a petulant child.

"Just fucking tell me!" you snap.

"Gods!" he wipes his face, "you're acting fucking stupid, I'll tell you that!"

You scoff and shove him with all your might. It barely makes him recoil, but you get your point across, especially when you walk away.

Gwayne sighs and calls your name, following after you.

"I hate you!" you spit back, unwilling to turn back as you feel your eyes begin to water.

"I did not mean it," he calls, quickly coming up to your side, "why would you ask me something you clearly know is not-"

"Then why would you reduce me as such?" you stop in your tracks to glare at him.

Gwayne freezes and scowls back, "why do you think I tell you anything?"

"Stupidity will not save me, you fucking idiot," you blurt back, doing your best to hold back your tears.

"It will fucking save you from scheming rats," he grabs your arms and shakes you gently.

You shake your head as tears stream down your cheek.

"H-"

"Do not make me."

He purses his lips.

"You know I will do it if you tell me to," you mutter, "do not make me."

Guilt eats him whole as you weep. It never gets easier. You'd think that he'd be indifferent to it by now, but he knows the great effort you put in withholding your emotions. It hurts him even more, if anything. He sighs in defeat, dropping his head before wiping your cheeks. He attempts to hush you.

You only further fall apart, "I would be remembered as a stupid, dying girl."

He speaks your name, as if to correct you.

"Please don't leave," you mumble weakly.

"Listen to me-"

"No, promise me you won't le-"

"I am heir to Oldtown," he interrupts, "my place can never be at your side."

"So you forsake me now?"

"Listen," he speaks firmly, "you are my twin sister. There is nothing I have not shared with you, and you know this."

You look down for a moment then shake your head, "I wish you kept a few things to yourself..."

Gwayne releases a breath at your words. He leans down to look you in the eye, "says the woman who bares love bites on her neck for all to see."

You shove him away and tighten your arms around yourself, "ass. That's different."

He rolls his eyes, placing his hands on his hips, "how?"

"I did not chose this," you mutter.

His expression falls. He balls his hands into fists, "I would call our house to banner for you."

You scoff, looking away, "don't be ridiculous."

"An affront to my twin is worse than one to myself," he points a finger to the ground.

"I am his wife," you look back to him.

"And I am a man of honor," he proclaims, "if he kills me, then all will know I died protecting my sister from his malice."

"You idiot," you shake your head at him, "do you think the people would believe the words of a prince or a dead man?"

"A princess."

You stare at him.

"With a tender heart," he takes your arm, leading you off.

You take a moment before responding, "you mean a stupid, dying princess."

"You are not dying," he gives you a serious look.

"We are all dying."

He sighs, "a jolly thought."

"I am dying sooner than you howev-"

"No," he interrupts, "you will outlive me. I will die in battle."

You glare at him, "we cannot both be yearning for death, moron."

"I do not yearn no more than you do," he raises a brow.

You stare at him for a moment. He is in denial. You almost tell him that you still pray the same prayer he caught you praying all those nights ago. You do not.

"You will get better, sister," he says, "I simply won't allow you not to."

You look away, "ever imperious."

His expression slips for a moment as he imagines a world without his twin. It is so grotesque, he cannot bear it. He hides behind humor, "you mean charismatic, dashing, and valiant."

"And stupid."

"And incredibly well-spoken, witty, charming-"

"Shut it."

"-attractive, gallant, seemly—"

You bid each other good night with a smile. Neither of you knew how broken your spirits were after your conversation though, and you never will.

Your head lies heavy on your pillow. You are unsure if you are grateful or resentful that you sleep tonight by yourself.

Meanwhile, Daemon is startled awake by the words of his subordinate. He sets his cup of ale down and chuckles in disbelief, narrowing his eyes at one of the three men he had been drinking with, "what?"

The man clarifies, shifting in his seat adjacent his commander, "you've changed since being wed, my prince. For the better."

The prince chuckles yet again, "pray, tell."

Someone else answers for him, "you have been more gracious during drill training."

Daemon's brows quirk.

"And you have been more forgiving as of late," another blurts.

The first who spoke finally says, "you do not drink with us as often as before. This is the first since you've gotten married."

He scoffs and shakes his head, "so. You think I've grown soft?"

The three immediately straighten up and even manage to muster in unison, "no, commander."

Daemon downs his ale and shakes his head, "I'll show you soft."

The next morn, the queen's words repeat in your mind as you awaken. Retreat in what you love. What was it that you loved? You think of Gwayne, but he is set to leave, Alicent, but you do not wish to burden her with your woes... your father...

Oh... your mother. You could retreat in her.

You sit up and rub your face when your servants enter to wake you.

You lose your resolve to light a candle at the temple at when you realized you'd be dying girl retreating to her dead mother. Pathetic.

By the time your servants are helping you fix your hair, you ask them, "if you could do whatever you wanted for a day, what would you do?"

The servants turn to each other then break into giggles. One says, "I would spend a day with my Gwilym."

You watch them in the mirror as they squeal under their breath.

You turn to your nails. You cannot retreat into Daemon.

After they're finished squealing, the other speaks, "mmm. I might go foraging for fruits and flowers."

You lift your head upon hearing that.

"And if I had my pay that day, I'd buy myself some lemon cake."

Your lips part at the idea, "you absolute wit." You turn to her as much as you could as she fixed your hair, "what a brilliant idea."

She chuckles and curtsies, "thank you, milady."

By the time your ward comes, you're already at the door, eager to greet him.

He examines your smile. His brows knit and belly feels uneasy as you take his arm.

You narrow your eyes at his face, doing your best to distinguish who exactly you were face to face with. You forget if it was Arryk with the longer beard or Erryk. You mumble as you make a face, "Erryk?"

"Yes," he nods, feeling stomach rolls, "how are you, my princess?"

You grin, squeezing his steel clad arm as much as you could, "oh, how good of me to get it right. I am glad to have guessed well."

Erryk chuckles under his breath, "you wound me. Am I not set apart in your eyes?"

You stiffen at his expression. You mistake the softness in his eyes for hurt, which is why you release his arm and begin to apologize, "oh, ser. I do not mean to offend, I-"

Erryk raises his hands, "no, my lady. Twas a jest."

Your eyes widen at the clarification. You laugh awkwardly, "ah... apologies."

"Nay," he shakes his head, "I apologize. I do not wish to cause you discomfort."

You huff and give a curt nod, "then," you take his arm again, "I ask that you humor me today, ser Erryk."

His brows furrow. He is intrigued.

"I..." you trail off, gathering your resolve, "wish to go out and pick flowers today." you profess with a soft smile. You raise a finger, "I am am not a fussy passenger. I do not mind sitting in front or behind you on horseback, but I fear I do not know how to control a horse on my own very well," you look away in thought, "we do not have to go very far out of King's Landing, so if it is not possible to get a horse, I will not complain if we walk."

Erryk finds himself smiling as you continue to justify yourself.

"I would not take very long to pick flowers, but if I do," you turn back to him, "I would not refute you if you think we must away."

He nods at your words, "have you broken fast yet?"

You both walk off. You shake your head, "I have not. But I will be quick!"

He shakes his head, "my brother mentioned that you do not like eating alone. If it be agreeable with you, we can break fast together."

You stop in your tracks upon hearing this, "ser Arryk mentioned this?"

Erryk simply nods.

The thought pinches your heart, "it... it was a passing comment. I did not think it noteworthy."

His brows knit at your expression, "do not be so surprised. It is our duty to care for you."

Care for you. You turn to your feet, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. It takes a moment for you to comport yourself, but then you manage turn back at him and smile, "how the gods have blessed me."

His gut reacts to your smile. He releases a breath to calm himself, "we can pick flowers after breaking fast, my princess."

You gasp, "so you agree?!"

Erryk face falls in confusion.

"You would allow me to pick flowers?!" you pull away, nearly jumping up and down in excitement.

"I..." his mouth hangs low, "I do not allow you."

You tilt your head, chuckling in confusion.

"If you instructed me to bring you the moon, I would do my best to claim it for you."

You laugh. You laugh because you miss his sincerity, for it is unfamiliar. You laugh because you only know the kindness of your brother, who cherishes you dearly, yet ridicules you in the same breath. This is why you say, "do not mock me, ser. It is not a crime to enjoy picking flowers."

You expect him to reply the way your twin does: 'I did not say it was a crime,' but you are taken aback by the novelty of his response. Erryk says, "the crime lies with whom would mock such a gentle soul."

You are glad he does not wait for you to respond, because you did not know if you had anything to respond with.

Erryk is silent as you eat in the solar. At first, it was because he second guessed his offer to break fast with you, as it felt so obvious that he was overstepping. But then it was because he was enamored by you and the great many tales you share of eating with your family, picking flowers with your siblings, swimming in rivers with your brother. He did not expect such a temperate outpour from you. He tells himself that he must do all he can to preserve it.

He is selfish in wanting to forfeit a horse. He knows soon enough his brother will come to have his shift, and he wants to keep all your stories to himself; walking will make his time with you longer. At the same time, he fears your body might give in if you were to walk very far, so he settles that you ride on horseback and that he lead your horse on foot.

He is glad of his choice, for had he been on horseback with you, he would not have seen the way your face shone at the sight of the meadow upon reaching it. The moment is quickly fleeting however, and he soon jolts to catch you when you nearly leap off the horse.

Erryk helps you down and is soon forgotten as you run off to gather flowers.

He follows after you with no sense of urgency. He allows you to frolic to your hearts content while he slowly leads the horse towards your general direction.

"ERRYK!" you gasp in horror. It is so sudden, he releases his reins and runs towards you.

"My prin-"

"We do not have a basket!" you slap a hand on your forehead, "I am doomed."

He freezes at your words, debating if that is truly the cause of your distress.

"I am doomed to pick flowers only until my hands are full," you sigh and shake your head. You frown at him and point, "but just over there I see a hundred flowers I wish to bring back home with me."

Erryk's forehead curls but then he realizes you were serious. He finds himself chuckling before sighing in relief.

You scowl, "and you mock me again"

He chuckles louder, placing a hand on his breastplate, "I do not mock! I merely find amusement in such an issue so easily solved."

You scoff, "pray, tell how would you solve my issue, ser knows-a-lot?"

Erryk belly laughs. He shakes his head and offers his hand, "I will hold your flowers for you."

Any trace of offense instantly disappears. You perk and step forward, "oh! I have been blind!"

He tries to take the flowers from you but then he's frozen in place as you suddenly begin tucking in his beard.

"Indeed," you snicker, "blind as a bat."

You are both covered in flowers when you return to the Keep, him more than you, for Erryk's skill in securing flowers in people's hair was not nearly as good as yours. Most of what he had put in your brown hair had fallen when you reached the gates. The rest are threatened off by the wind as he helps you down the horse. His on the other hand—

You chuckle, catching a flower that slipped from your head, placing it by Erryk's ear, "they should call you the knight of flowers, ser."

He bows, "I would be honored to be known as such."

"Oh, gods."

You both turn upon hearing the voice.

Gwayne looks at Erryk as though he was stabbed on the side, then turns to you, "you've victimized the poor man."

You roll your eyes.

"-held him captive and tortured him with pretty things," your twin points a finger as he walks towards you, "no wonder you could not be found. You were doing evil things."

You shove your brother, but he dodges.

He makes a face, "laggardly fellow."

You turn to Erryk then point at your brother, "why do you delay? Seize him at once!"

Gwayne gasps, placing a hand on his chest, "behold: the cruel princess."

Your upper lip curls, "the ugly thing insults your lady," you shoot Erryk a look, "apprehend him!"

Erryk watches the two of you bicker, unsure if he should, in fact, apprehend Ser Gwayne.

When he does not, your brother says again, "behold!" the auburn haired man gestures vaguely, "your cruelty inspires no loyalty from you— aw!"

You snatch your his ear and pull him down. You drag your brother all the way to a crate and force him down, "I'll show you cruel."

"Do not think— AW!" Gwayne clutches his cheek when you slap him.

"Silence or your torture will be more severe," you hiss, promptly placing flowers you still had on hand on his head.

Though Gwayne grumbles the whole time, he makes no attempt to save himself from the proclaimed torture. Very truly, he loathed it so when you made a dolly out of him, but after you sobbed so bitterly when he fled you one instance when you were still children, he could never stomach the thought of attempting such a thing again.

And— he catches the way your lips tug upward, you only ever smiled the way you did now when you were torturing him. Still, he cannot help his scowl when you grin at him to behold your work.

You pinch his cheeks, "my lovely twin."

Gwayne groans and swats your hands away, glaring as he stands, "I abhor you, sister."

You giggle and take his arm, "and I do so love deeply, my brother."

"Unhand me," he says flatly.

"You cannot command a princess, you lowly lord," you snuggle into his arm.

Gwayne turns to Erryk, "retrieve your thing."

Erryk opens his mouth, but then catches the look on your face. He is powerless against your pup-like expression. He clears his throat, "my shift has ended, ser. I will notify my brother at once to see what can be done."

Gwayne's jaw drops.

You throw your head back in a laughter.

He scoffs, turning to you, "how uselessly loyal you've made him."

"What is the meaning of this?"

You three turn. You pull away from your brother upon seeing Daemon. He is covered in dirt, and blood, and anger.

He glares at you, "why is it I find you here twice, wife?" He scrutinizes the flowers on Erryk's beard and hair, then quips harshly as he turns to your brother, "should you not be waiting on me?"

"Why do you think I am here?" you mutter, not missing a beat. You walk over to him, and he tries to intimidate you with his expression.

Gwayne and Erryk are ready to act but then Daemon's face falters when you grab your skirt and try to wipe some of the dirt off his face.

The truth, of course, is that you were not waiting on your husband; him finding you here was simply a coincidence, but the genuine concern that clouds your features makes it the lie indistinguishable.

He is so wholly bewildered by your gentle touch, he is unable to react.

You release your skirt and wipe his cheek with your long sleeve, "I shall have a bath drawn for you." You take his hand, "come, I-"

He pulls out of your grasp.

You expect him to lash out on you. He does not.

"I have a council meeting to attend."

A line forms between your brows when catch the blood on his armor, "but you are hurt."

Daemon is stoic. He stares at the lone flower by your ear, "it is not mine."

You release a soft breath and nod. A gust of wind makes you aware of the bud by your temple. You pull the flower out of your hair and stare at it for a moment. You show it to Daemon, who spares but a moment's glance at it. He involuntarily pulls his head back when you place the flower in his hair.

You are unfazed by the look he gives you. You secure the flower then swipe the dirt on his chin, "I will make sure your bath is finished after your meeting."

It is your turn to be taken aback. You freeze when he catches your wrist before you pull away. "Wait for me," he mumbles.

You raise your brows.

He does not repeat himself.

You nod slowly, "I shall... after having the servants dra-"

"Your princess requires you to accomplish a task for her," Daemon looks past you, looking between Erryk and Gwayne. He grits his teeth, pulling you toward him, "do it."

You look over your shoulder, "please inst-"

"They know what to do, wife," Daemon blocks your vision, "tis I your attentions must be fixed upon."

[erinwantstowrite]

hey so what is thors relationship with peter?

like he knows nat and stuff but has he ever had like frequent interaction with thor??

they're good friends!! i've been trying to figure out their exact dynamic for a while now, and i've started to feel like Thor wouldn't be the greatest mentor to peter, but a weird uncle (in the good way to have a weird uncle). only because there's like... Thor is still figuring out how humans work and what breaks them, etc, and then human children are harder to figure out. especially considering peter is a human teenager who's also part spider. not Thor's area of expertise. he's a good warrior and an avenger, so he lives at the Tower and very often interacts with Peter to spars with him, etc. but Peter has a very different fighting style than Thor does- Peter's a lot more sneaky and is still a little worried about relying on his full strength in a fight. so it'll be a while before peter could go to Thor and ask "okay: brute strength and warrior tactics, what do i do?" he's more defined in very precise fighting techniques and clever tricks, making him a great pupil for Natasha and Tony over anyone else. the closest anyone on the team could get to understanding Peter's new abilities is Steve, in a way, so that's another of his primary mentors. Thor's the kind of guy that tells Peter stories about his life, his home, and the other Avengers and Peter eats up every word. he's like an uncle that isn't scared to roughhouse with you and throw you around, but he's not interacting with Peter on the daily and teaching him. mostly because i've been writing the Avengers around the 2012 era (with a lot of tweaking and erin-style changes), and I'm pretty sure Thor was still learning about himself in that era

[002yb]

Besides bottom!Jason and Robin!Jason, what are your favorite jaydick headcanons/tropes/AUs/scenarios? Mine are sparring as foreplay, Bruce POV and/or worried-about Bruce's-reaction-drama, and unconventional soulmate marks (ex: Jason's death and/or resurrection cause the marks to disappear prematurely, come in late, etc.)

Anon's favorite tropes are so lovely and quality, yessss!! As for me, huh. Put on the spot, my mind goes blank. (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ This isn't a comprehensive list, but they're the things that initially come to mind!

Tropes

Prerelationship!! Specifically when the interest is apparent but Dick and Jason are caught in that will-they-won't-they phase. Where the flirting is about plausible deniability. Where there's no expectation, only butterflies. Playful taunts, cheeky challenges; banter (with sharp tongues, biting wit, etc etc). Where Dick feels giddy and young with a silly pep to his step and Jason bites back smiles, bashful and soft.

Unsaid Romance!!! Where it's all about the longing and the lingering; the almost. This playing into an undercurrent of self-worth issues, of not wanting to ruin each other because Dick/Jason think of themselves as poison. So they keep each other just out of reach although they're both caught in each others' gravity. Wanting, but not taking (because it's all too gentle and neither of them have ever been anything soft). In a similar vein, starcrossed lovers.

Worship Blinds, Devotion Corrupts!! Where Jason overlooks many of Dick's faults (he's always been good about writing off red flags) and Dick, whether intentionally or not, moves his line/boundary for Jason.

Subverted Expectations!! Where Dick is surprised whenever Jason loses that sharp edge of his and lets himself be soft and Jason loses his footing when Dick becomes cruel in his passions.

AUs

WtMBU

Renegade AUs

Mob wifey!Jason AUs

Monstrous!Dick Grayson AUs

Nightwing/Civilian!Jason

Scenarios

Rooftop chases. Where Jason instigates and Dick pursues. Where Dick steals Jason out of the skies and they tumble across roofs until one of them is pinned. And it's intimate; it's electric, but there's no talking, no kiss to break the moment. Just hovering and a smirk before they take off to chase each other again.

Flirting banter over family comms. Where Jason insists its not flirting, Dick plays dumb, and the family is wildly exasperated at the shenanigans.

Roughhousing. Where it's foreplay playfighting or fighting fighting but always ends up with someone pinned and liking it.

Headcanons

Top!Dick, bottom!Jason

Competent!Dick and competent!Jason coexisting in time and space and being at a level where a fight can go either way but they kind of like it when the other wins or surprises them by playing dirty

Dick loves the chase and Jason loves being chased

Alternatively: Dick needs to be challenged sometimes and Jason is both challenging and a challenger

Jason's first crush is Dick Grayson. Said crush persists even after death and Jason is truly exasperated with himself over it.

Out of all the Robins, Dick has always connected most with Jason. Because Jason is the hurt child [that Dick was/is] that Dick shunned, the ugly parts of himself that Dick denies. Just Jason representing vulnerability and freedom that Dick is too scared to take or accept. Jason will never be Dick's soulmate because Jason has always been his twin flame; they're of the same soul

Dick is genuinely shameless; he can't be embarrassed/flustered - Jason tries and ends up embarrassing himself

Something something Dick being more monster than man. Jason being one of the few to see this. It's something he actively encourages, but passively soothes because something something Dick = hope, Jason = humanity.

[nenemyunart]

protective sonic hc's? ✺◟( ᐛ )◞✺

There’s two sides to this imo!

For the most part Sonic isn’t too overbearing with how protective he is. He has faith in Shadow’s abilities (and the rest of his friends too) and is willing to give space and trust them against many foes. Sonic is also willing to spar with Shadow cause he knows Shadow can handle some roughhousing

But when he DOES get protective it’s like turning on dark mode lmao. If he felt Shadow was in actual imminent danger and really hurt, he becomes a force to be reckoned with. Absolutely terrifying until he’s satisfied the danger has subsided. It’s especially bad when Shadow is involved because for a while Sonic thought he had failed to save Shadow. Now he’s determined to never make the same mistake again.

I also headcanon think Sonic is defensive over people’s perception of Shadow. Remember in SA2 when Rouge asked if Shadow really was just a tool for revenge, sonic without hesitation replied that he was a hero. In Sonic Battle he once again reminds Shadow that he’s a hero when Shadow claims himself to be a threat to humanity. He does it again in the Sonic Channel story, where he points out Shadows heroic deeds for the evening while Shadow claims “he’s not interested in peace”. I think Sonic sees Shadow as even more of a hero than he considers himself to be, and is offended if someone implies he’s a villain, weapon etc.

TL;DR he can make fun of and fight Shadow whenever he wants but if anyone else tries to insult or hurt him it’s on sight

[xxdemonicheartxx]

How different dragons show that you are friends

Modern breeds

Bogsneak: make you something to eat/drink, they know your favorite snack and food allergies and can easily replicate things with substitutions

Coatl: know your music taste so well they can tell how you are feeling baaed on the music you listen to/can suggest songs right in your niche

Fae: understand how you are feeling without words, know when to give you space, understand that not everything you feel needs to be verbalized and respects that. Reading the room is their specialty

Guardian: fierce protectors, you feel bad? Sad? Who did this? Where do they live? I just wanna talk. They are almost like an older sibling. Great hugs.

Imperial: sits in silence with you. They understand what you feel and when you feel and know when to pry and when to leave it. They enjoy quietly sharing a space whilst you both do your own thing

Mirror: love to play and roughhouse, if thats not okay they poke fun and tease and taunt. They’re the type to greet you with “whats up freak” with the most endearment behind it

Nocturne: they share inside jokes! Finishing each other’s sentences and quips faster than you can get a breath to laugh

Obelisk: acts of kindness, they’ll clean up after you, cook for you, etc. they are happy to listen and learn while they cement their care for you via acts of service

Pearlcatcher: infodumping, mainly about themselves. If you’re someone they care about and trust, of course they can drop memories I to you and their pearl

Ridgeback: loaning, you need something or they deem that you need something due to your emotional standing they will loan out or gift give to show they care

Skydancer: advice, they know how to mitigate and read past emotion and will softly and calmly talk you away from choices made with bad standing. They don’t want you to shoot yourself in the foot so to speak

Snapper: they break habits and plans for you, they have very set ways and expectations they follow for themselves so if they break them for you then you are VERY important to them

Spiral: as energetic as they are when you are important to them they will actually sit and listen!

Tundra: they find things that smell akin to you, candles, perfumes, clothes and blankets, etc so that you can also experience what kind of comfort you bring to them

Wildclaw: sparring and feedback in just about anything. Wildclaws live for might so seeing their friends succeed in the danger that is their social hierarchy is important to then

[short-circuit-the-great]

I was tagged by @magic-ace in this post where they wanted me to answer all of them, so here it is:

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

A classic tale of "my favorite character didn't get enough screen time" led to this.

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

Give it a 5. I don't mind it but it's difficult to focus on the proofreading side of it.

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

🔥🔥🌞🔥🔥

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

@magic-ace @mecha-milkers @i-am-an-omen

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

I haven't finished it, but Descent by Zakharie.

💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now?

Zero.

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

@brockendrems

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both?

Original characters. Reader inserts aren't for me.

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

I will share one of my favorite taekwondo stories from many years ago because I think it is funny. Two different short dads I was sparring with managed to accidentally nail me in the face with the same kick on two different occasions, months apart. (You cannot hit the face in taekwondo but going for a headshot it happens a lot.) The first time miraculously didn't knock out any teeth but my upper lip got stuck in my braces and I had to rip it out while laughing maniacally. I looked like a corpse for weeks. The second time was straight in the nose, so my nose is still slightly crooked and makes a crunchy noise if I wiggle it to this day.

Both of the dads felt terrible but I was a teenage boy so I thought blood on my uniform was cool.

The "short dad curse" was real for a bit there and the only reason it hasn't continued is because I am now the short dad myself.

🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time?

I don't have this problem.

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Knock Out and Breakdown roughhouse a lot.

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

Reblog my shit with silly tags.

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

I'm learning to animate, which is cool.

I'm feeling a little more hopeful about finishing my degree.

My friends are wonderful.

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

I don't use the notes app.

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

I know better than to share that on this hellsite.

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Typical murder-related writing searches.

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

I got a small notebook to write tasks in, things I've done, what and when I ate, etc. This has been very helpful for memory loss and blackouts.

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

Don't have one, but one of these days I want to write something more hopeful, something along the lines of a 2010s-era superhero cartoon but as a novel. Don't have a plot for that one yet. It's rotating in my head, though.

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

One of the best pieces of writing advice I ever heard was "give yourself permission to suck." When you sit down to write you can't be fixated on making it perfect the first time. All your first draft has to do is exist. Anything you write down you can change later, but you gotta get it down first.

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

My roommate and I keep saying "inch resting" and "ingredience" to each other.

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Any.

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

He makes admittedly funny puns. That's it. That's all I'm giving Silas.

🥝 ⇢ do you lie a lot? what's the most recent lie you told?

I don't lie except for safety.

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

Grief.

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?

A few.

🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing

Don't give my characters enough time to "rest"--it's one crisis after the other. That's the way I like it but someone get em therapy what the hell

🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises?

It depends what kind.

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

She barely made it halfway down to the gallows before something slammed into her, knocking her into the side of the building and shattering a line of windows. The crowd gasped and looked up, and then all Suncatcher could see was shadows and broken glass and the gun someone shoved into her face.

“If you can’t sit back and watch nicely,” Crossfire said, “then you can’t watch at all.”

“Go to hell,” Suncatcher said, and the blades on her forearms snapped out and stabbed into Crossfire’s midsection.

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

Thought ShortCircuit would be a good pen name for Transformers fanfic. It eventually became a new pen name overall, though I still use NobleRunaway in other spaces.

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

@magic-ace @mecha-milkers @i-am-an-omen I love you guys so much. May your pancakes always be fresh.

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

So remember when I answered one of these with "grief"

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

This doodle of Knock Out because it speaks to me.

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

I wrote an entire rant and deleted it because the internet can't read. But there is something and it falls under mischaracterization.

[weenwrites]

(i’m not sure if you write for Predaking but if you do) How do you think Predaking would react to Shockwave creating a baby Predacon reader in his lab. The thought of Shockwave just being like “You seemed lonely, here take this” is so funny to me.

Well realistically (in my opinion), Shockwave would probably create another predacon for a greater reason than just because Predaking seemed lonely, perhaps as another bot to serve Megatron (or himself) and provide protection from the Autobots. Predaking would of course feel a strong sense of kinship toward this new predacon and take to caring for them while they're young. However if they're more developed, the sense of kinship will still be there as long as the younger predacon respects and obeys Predaking or Shockwave. Anyway Predaking would most likely also care for the other predacon, providing them protection and bonding with them through activities such as sparring, racing, good-spirited roughhousing, etc.. Then to top it all off, when the young predacon happens to fall into recharge, it always ends in a platonic cuddle pile with the other predacons.

[soupbabe]

Hey hey! Can I request Jonathan and Dio with a Joestar! Reader (Jojo's sibling :D) that's pretty strong? Would love to see their dynamics!

Jonathan and Dio with a Strong! Joestar! Reader (Sibling Headcanons)

Yesyesyes I love getting Phantom Blood reqs !!

Jonathan Joestar

- You were Jonathan's older sibling by 2 years and stuck by his side as much as possible, even before Dio came into the family

- You may or may not have influenced Jonathan's more ungentlemanly side, always roughhousing with him and laughing at his lack of manners

- Though you would always win at the play fights, always leaving Jonathan to promise that one day he'll be strong enough to beat you

- After Dio came into the family, you became Jonathan's main go to for comfort and genuinely acted more of a parent than your father did

- It's common to find Jonathan seeking into your room late at night to shit talk vent his frustrations he has about his new brother

- And as you all grew up, Jonathan and You only got closer and you couldn't be more proud of the man your brother became

- And if anyone were to ask who inspired Jonathan the most, it would be you <33

Dio Brando

- It's an understatement to say that you and Dio got off on a rocky start

- quite literally you almost broke Dio's nose when he kicked Danny. Though the punching was intentional, you did undermine your own strength

- There was always attempts to get back at you and ruin your life: attempts at social isolation, bodily harm, turning your dad against you, etc. For a while when he first moved in because of that

- It takes a couple of years for anyone to warm up to each other and talk like normal people (even if you suspected Dio faking it all)

- But I think the thing that would be how you and Dio bond would be sparring. Even if he hated you, Dio still admired your strength

- Dio's childhood with the Joestars was filled with fights between you and him, giving him pointers and giving him proper respect as an opponent

- It felt like the only time he felt like an equal growing up; how you never underestimated him in a match and how you gave him a bear hug when he won made stays at the estate enjoyable

- Dio may say that he doesn't like you, but there's always going to be a layer of respect and admiration

[ebottcatacombs]

Little things you can do to make Papyrus go (●♡∀♡) ♡ ✧*。!!!

Make him oatmeal.

Ask him about his special interests, especially the ones not many people know about.

Compliment his strength, intelligence, battle prowess. Especially specific things such as a new move, his control over magic, etc.

Honesty! If you don’t like his spaghetti, tell him! It frustrates him when people beat around the bush to spare his feelings.

Roughhouse/play fight with him. He knows when to hold back, so don’t be afraid of getting hurt.

Make an effort to befriend Sans.

Be chivalrous. Kiss his hand, bring him flowers just because, maybe even rattle off some Shakespeare if you know it. He will melt.

Have deep conversations with him.

If he’s sad, don’t let him stew for too long. Comfort him and let him get his feelings out, but encourage him to pick himself up and keep on keeping on. Excessive doting just brings him down more.

Challenge! Him! Race him, try to stump him with riddles, spar with him!

TELL HIM YOU BELIEVE IN HIM! PLEASE! TELL HIM YOU BELIEVE IN HIS ABILITIES, IN HIS IMPACT ON PEOPLE’S LIVES, HIS DREAMS!

[outworldgay]

Hi! Your headcanons are amazing! I was wondering if you would write some for how Kung Lao, Erron, Kabal, Kuai Liang, Hanzo, Nightwolf and Kenshi would react to a tomboy S/O who is a fighter and is dominant in bed? (Obviously she’s affectionate with them though)

CW for sex under the cut

Erron Black

Erron grew up in a family full of tough women, so he honestly doesn’t think much of your tomboy attitude.

He’ll take you on missions with him, loving both your company and the extra protection.

You won’t hear him say it, but he secretly loves seeing you butt heads with Kano. He loves it when you put him in his place.

Erron is 100% a sub and will fully embrace you dominating him.

He might even be a bit of a pillow princess if he knows you’re taking good care of him.

But if you order him to please you he will oblige and even be a bit turned on by your forwardness.

Kabal

He loves roughhousing so he’s glad you’re rough around the edges like he is; definitely a “birds of a feather” kind of relationship.

Anyone who didn’t know you were dating would assume the two of you are really good bros (Which like, you also are) because of how you frequently physically pal around (roughly but lovingly shoving each other, noogies, bear hugs etc.).

Encourages you to participate in the Black Dragon fight club. He’s your #1 fan and he’ll always be cheering you on louder than anyone else from the sidelines.

He’s a dom himself, but he can’t help but find you domming him super hot.

He’ll challenge your authority in bed however, cheekily pushing his luck to get you all heated.

Two doms become switches for each other. You’ll both be pushing each other to your limits, being on the brattier more stubborn side whenever it’s time to sub.

Kung Lao

Anyone who can hold their own in a fight with Kung Lao will automatically earn his respect and admiration, so he warms up to your fighting spirit very quickly.

He’ll love sparring with you and won’t hold back, knowing you can take it.

He’ll boast about how tough you are and how great your fighting skills are to anyone who’ll listen (Usually Liu Kang).

He’s caught off guard by your dominant nature the first time you have sex, immediately getting flustered and turned on the first time you pin him.

Lao says he’s a dom but he’s really a switch and once you take control of any sexual situation he practically melts into his role as your sub.

He goes from protesting you being on top to being such a  whiny and bratty sub in the drop of a dime.

NightWolf/Grey Cloud

He adores your headstrong attitude and it plays off his more calm demeanor very well; very much an “opposites attract” kind of relationship.

Loves doing any sort of low stakes but physically demanding outdoor activity with you (hiking, chopping wood, landscaping etc.)

He knows you already spend so much of your time fighting, so he likes to do more leisurely activities with you to give you some time to rest.

He’s a gentle dom and because of that he doesn’t mind letting you take the reigns.

Even as a sub he likes to act as a form of stability for you, so he welcomes any kind of roughness you might have for him. He can take just about anything you throw at him.

In a way he still has a bit of control. He will always ask how you want to take him/you want him to take you. He will always be prompting you, asking you if what he’s doing is okay, if you’re feeling good etc.

Scorpion/Hanzo Hasashi

He mistakenly reads your boldness as brashness and is a bit put off when you first meet. He comes around after spending time with you and getting to really know you.

Likes to challenge you and push you to be your very best. He wants you to be on par with him, skill wise.

When he trusts you enough he might even enlist your help in training Takeda in order to give him a sparring partner other than his Grandmaster. That way Hanzo can observe him from the outside and get a more objective point of view on his skills.

Hanzo is so used to taking charge that he welcomes the change when you assert yourself in the bedroom.

Very few would challenge Grandmaster Hasashi’s authority in general let alone in bed, so he’s a bit inexperienced and even a bit nervous as a sub, but that makes him all the more willing to let you seize control over the situation to guide him.

Turns out he’s got a knack for being a sub. He’ll completely let go of any inhibitions and worship your body as you ride him, praising you up and down as you make him feel so good.

Sub-Zero/Kuai Liang

He’s a bit taken back by your bold nature, but it’s a welcomed surprise.

You make a name for yourself among the other Lin Kuei as “Grandmaster’s intimidating girlfriend”

He might even ask you to join his clan or at least sit in on a few training sessions. Your opinion as a fellow fighter is very important to him.

He is not the most experienced sexually speaking, but in a way that makes him more open-minded. He’s more than willing to let you take the lead and even guide him a bit.

He very much enjoys the change of pace you dominating gives because like Hanzo, he’s use to taking charge as the Grandmaster of his clan, but unlike Hanzo, that doesn’t really translate into his sex life.

Wants to make sure he’s doing everything right so he very sweetly seeks your approval as your sub. Even in the throes of passion when he can barely get the words out, you can see him looking at you to gauge your reaction and make sure your satisfied with him.

Takahashi Kenshi

Kenshi already knows what he’s in for when the two of you start dating, and frankly that’s what drew him to you.

He’s looking at you with heart eyes whenever you take charge in any situation.

You: *effortlessly kicks some dude’s ass.* Kenshi: That’s my fucking gf.

He will ask you to be a bit less abrasive with Takeda, knowing he’ll probably need to get used to you before being fully comfortable with having you in his life.

He knows exactly what pushes your buttons in the bedroom and he will push every single one of them just so you can really dom him.

Normally he’d use his telekinesis to make things more exciting in bed, but if you tell him not to he will oblige, loving the idea of surrendering total control to you.

However, he might get a little too into it to the point where he can’t keep his thoughts to himself, so while he might be a whimpering mess who can’t speak at the moment, you’ll hear his mind practically screaming for you.

[chaos-ground-writing]

Hi! I just recently found your blog, and its amazing! Could you do Bakugou and Dabi with a tomboy s/o who's energetic and likes roughhousing? Again, your blog and writing are phenomenal!

Thank you very much Anon, I appreciate it 😍😍😁😁 One Dabi and Bakugou fic, coming right up

Warnings: Swearing, sexual implications

Reader: Female

~

S/O that loves roughhousing 

Bakugou

Energetic and rough? With Katsuki “Lord Explosion Murder” Bakugo?? Do you wanna die???

Whether Katsuki is up for kicking ass or too tired to deal with bullshit, he will beat your ass in a heartbeat

Obviously he is a bit soft with you, but he will definitely put you in your place as best he can

But the moment you pin him, and convince yourself that you have won… oh, your ass is grass sweetie

He will flip you so fast, more than likely onto the floor. He’ll look over your crumpled body and mumble “Ya done?”

He will be so damn confused (and afraid) when you pop back up and let out a screech like that crack kid from vine

If he wasn’t Katsuki “King Explosion Murder” Bakugo, he would have ran out of the room screaming to call a priest, but he is Katsuki “King of Explodo Kills” Bakugou so he has to rise to the challenge

And that is how half of the Common Room was set on fire

But he does love your roughness and energy in the right moments, it keeps him on his toes and helps with sparring, practicing new moves, etc.

Dabi

Dabi will not entertain your petty bullshit, he won’t entertain your random needs for violence but when you press enough buttons, there are many ways for the scenario to end

A. He will shove you away

B. He hip toss you onto the hard floor

C. He will pin you to the nearest surface and teach you a ahem lesson ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

There have been times when he has pushed you away by your face with his yaoi hands. He usually just isn’t into useless fighting, it’s annoying. He tells you to go “play” with Toga but tbh she would indulge your energetic nature all day... but you are risking your life.

Being judo thrown across the room happens as often as you think it would, but that’s only when Dabi has had an absolutely horrid, irredeemable day. He has only shoulder tossed you like twice

But the last option… Happens like every other day. Dabi has learned it is the only thing that wears you out for a while.

Can’t play fight and be hyper when you’re sore 😈

~

Hope ya liked it! Dabi’s was kinda dry >.

[ikesenrambles]

Hello! Is it okay if I request platonic headcanons with the Uesagi-Takeda forces and a Child MC who’s really reckless and hardworking? Like the child runs around Kasugayama doing all the chores and work for other people, she goes into the battlefield to drag and injured soldier out of the way, etc? Sorry if it’s too specific or too much!

Of course it is okay! (´｡･v･｡｀) Thank you so much for sending in a request. I actually really appreciate the detail that you gave me as it helped me better imagine the child MC. I hope that you enjoy~!

Kenshin

At first, he sees you as nothing more than an innocent, foolish little girl. Lord Kenshin is reminded of the fragility and naïveté that Isehime possessed at your age. Still haunted by the memory of her, he does whatever he can to avoid being around you.

Nevertheless, a hard worker like you is certain to leave an impact on Kasugayama castle. You earn praise from Shingen and the others, but it is Lord Kenshin’s admiration that you yearn for the most. You work tirelessly to beat him to any duties he might have, always volunteering to deliver letters to him, to clean his room, and to serve him food in place of the maids.

And yet, Lord Kenshin spurs any offer of help. To him, you are no more than a casualty waiting to happen.

Time and time again, you prove your use to him. You are dedicated and never know when to give up; in this way, you remind him of a younger version of himself.

It’s not until you nearly lose your life on the battlefield that he suddenly realizes that he had inadvertently become so attached to you. He had grown fond of you without meaning to. He has this fierce urge to simultaneously protect you and to push you away - the former because there is no one who could protect you better than him, and the latter because there is no one you need protecting against more than Lord Kenshin himself.

After you endanger yourself trying to pull one of his fallen soldiers to safety, Lord Kenshin decides to lock you up somewhere you could never, ever be hurt. Of course, that hurts you more than anything else.

“Please, please,” you plead, clutching onto the sleeve of his kimono before he can close the cell door behind him. Warm tears fall down your cheeks as you bury your face into his stomach. “I don’t want to be safe if it means letting everyone around me suffer. I’d rather die knowing I did what I could than live knowing that I did nothing.”

He turns back momentarily to refuse, but he is startled by the ferocity that meets his gaze. Reflected in your eyes is the same desperate desire to serve another, the hopeless resignation of failing to protect someone that burned within him for Isehime and now glows for you.

“Teach me how to fight like you.” You let go of his sleeve and step back, kneeling before him and bowing deeply. “Please, I beg you. I want to be able to protect myself. I want to be able to protect the people that I care about.”

He looks away, shocked by your willfulness. Perhaps he was wrong to think of you as delicate when you possessed a strength, a determination, that was anything but. “Get up. You don’t need to prostrate yourself in front of me,” he sighs, a slight smile forming on his lips. “We start tomorrow. I won’t go easy on you this time. Prove to me… that I was wrong about you.”

Shingen

The castle has livened up since your arrival, and Lord Shingen can’t help but be fascinated by the little lady who has seemingly appointed herself as chatelaine of Kasugayama.

He is endlessly entertained by you. He watches you amusedly, eyebrow cocked in curiosity as you diligently pour yourself into your work, cheerfully chat up the maids, and thoughtlessly jump at any and all opportunities to help out around the castle. Your disruptive, overly excitable, and clumsy personality reminds him of Yukimura. He sees potential in you, the same way he saw potential in Yukimura.

Lord Shingen is more than happy to take you under his tutelage. He offers to teach whatever you’d like to learn. This, of course, earns him a dubious look from Yukimura. “Geez, you better not be filling her head with a bunch of useless–”

In your eyes, he treats you more like an adult than any of the other warlords do because he mostly leaves you to your own devices, trusting you to learn by experience. Though it may seem as though he’s not paying you much attention, the reality is that Lord Shingen is always observing your behavior, ready to interfere if ever you find yourself in danger.

Nevertheless, he can’t help but spoil and pamper you as if you were his daughter. Sometimes, you fall asleep in the garden or while sitting in the hallway waiting for another opportunity to prove yourself. On those days, Lord Shingen can’t help but find solace in your soft, sleepy snores. Lifting you into his arms, he is the one who carries you to your room and tucks you into bed after a hard day’s work.

Whenever you two spend time together, women seem to just flock to him. That was never his intention in welcoming you as a part of Kasugayama, but of course, he’s not complaining about it, either.

Your careless decision to risk your life on the battlefield takes him by surprise and leaves he and Lord Kenshin both trembling as they rush to your side. Never before had he felt so proud of and at the same time, so afraid to lose someone.

Though he shares Lord Kenshin’s fear that you will get hurt if not locked away, he knows that it’s unreasonable to suppress someone as fearless and strong-willed as you. He would never want to hold a little warrior like you back…

… especially when he knows it would be doing not only a disservice to you, but to the rest of Kasugayama. After all, it just may be a brave little girl who can shatter Lord Kenshin’s perception of femininity.

Yukimura

You two… are like a rowdy pair of siblings. You’re always butting heads and getting on each others’ nerves, constantly trying to outwit the other and simultaneously making fools of yourselves in front of everyone else. There’s something endearing about each meaningless argument you share; through the hair pulling and the finger pointing, the taunting and the teasing, the both of you care immensely for one another as an older brother and younger sister do.

Of course, Yukimura would never say that outright. He wouldn’t want you to think of him as a total softie. After all, you look up to him… right? (He’s convinced himself that he is one of your idols but the reality is, you probably think he’s about the biggest idiot you’ve ever met.)

He shows his affection for you in the annoyed tone of his voice, in his relentless nagging, and in his playful shove. The two of you roughhouse quite a bit around the castle, Yukimura chasing you through slippery hallways after you throw a soapy, wet towel at his head during sparring practice. It’s these moments that Yukimura treasures the most since it’s about the only time that the two of you get to act like kids again. It always amazes everyone else how being around a child can make Yukimura act even more immaturely than he already does.

Of course, with your hardworking personality and Yukimura’s fierce loyalty to Lord Shingen, the two of you manage to turn everything into some sort of competition. Who can scrub the floors faster? Who can serve tea faster without spilling? It’s all fun and games for the two of you, but for Lord Shingen and Lord Kenshin, it’s like having two more servants!

Although Lord Shingen advises you against spending too much time with Yukimura, explaining that you’ll become a boor like him if you do, the two of you are frequently together. You enjoy accompanying Yukimura on his espionage trips, posing as Yukimura’s little sister so often that you forget every now and then that the two of you aren’t blood-related. You two share a horse and, when you get tired of walking, he’ll let you sit on his shoulders. Finally, you can get back at him for all of the times he ruffled your hair.

With a diligent saleswoman like you by his side, he actually manages to sell a lot of the women’s accessories that he is pretending to peddle in the Azuchi marketplace. For the record, you’re the only person he would ever let stick a stupid flower hairclip in his hair - and you better not bring it up to Lord Shingen because he’d never hear the end of it.

As an older brother figure, Yukimura is extremely protective of you. Like Lord Shingen, Yukimura has given you some of his own well-intended advice. For example, “Make sure you stay away from weird guys like Lord Shingen when you get older.”

Though he’d never admit it, you have come to mean a lot to him. That being said, he feels an obligation to protect you, to keep you safe, to always be by your side. When he sees you running into the battlefield, throwing caution to the wind, he doesn’t even have to think before he’s sprinting to you, throwing himself over you like a shield. It’s the first time you’ve seen him so enraged with you, and your heart sinks to your feet as you realize how your carelessness has hurt him.

“You idiot–…!” he mutters angrily, almost crying bitter tears as the two of you stand in the midst of a storm, surrounded by thousands of fallen bodies and bloodshed. “I don’t want to lose you tonight too…”

Sasuke

Like Yukimura, Sasuke becomes somewhat of a brotherly figure in your life. Whereas you and Yukimura are like the youngest child and middle child, Sasuke is the eldest. He is cool and composed, the mediator for you two.

Sasuke first introduces you as his rambunctious little sister in order to quell any suspicions the warlords might have about your untimely arrival. Awkwardly, he lifts you into his arms away from his body and presents you to Lord Kenshin, Lord Shingen, and Yukimura. “See?” he tells them, expressionless. “Isn’t she cute?” The warlords are stunned by his display of familiarity, so they merely nod their heads in unison in hopes that Sasuke will put you back down.

Taking care of you has been perhaps the wildest experiment experience of Sasuke’s life. A stellar student even in his teenage years, Sasuke had paid attention in his high school Marriage & Family class. Unfortunately for him, the curriculum was lacking in its parenting techniques for children who time travel to wartorn Japan. He approaches you as a new dad would: cautiously. You, tiny, dainty little girl, are as terrifying to him as a butterfly.

Nevertheless, Sasuke is completely committed to ensuring your survival. This ninja has his eyes on you at all times, even if you may not realize it. There is no one who he is as dedicated to as he is to you and your needs; ever since your arrival, you have been his number one priority.

To him, you are a curiosity - an interesting brain to pick. At first, he was worried that you wouldn’t be able to adjust to Sengoku life. But your precocious, albeit careless, personality proves him wrong. Your excellent work ethic makes Sasuke incredibly proud to call you his sister, even if it is just a guise. He is impressed by the way that you quickly adapt to your surroundings and become a functional member of Kasugayama castle.

Even so, he can’t help but worry about you. After all, you’re still a child - and a daring, impulsive child at that. Each time that you mindlessly wander into town alone, each time that you volunteer yourself to go shopping for the warlords, each time that you accompany them to the battlefield… he worries. Sasuke feels responsible for you and your safety.

You are like an uncontrolled variable: out of his reach, unpredictable, and risky. One false move could get you killed in a time like this. To a scientist like him, not being able to anticipate danger and therefore failing to rescue you, is his greatest fear.

For you, he acts as a voice of reason, advising you against acting without thinking. Though he hardly scolds you in the same manner as Yukimura, you will know when you’ve disappointed him. Somehow, the sting of his fallen face is even more painful to bear.

When it comes to you, it’s difficult to Sasuke to rationalize his fierce need to protect you. These past few months that you have spent together, the two of you have grown extremely close. He cares for you as though you really are his sister.

After you almost perish before his eyes, he kneels in front of you for an earnest, face-to-face talk. For what seems to be the first time, you see a flicker of emotion behind Sasuke’s stoic expression. He looks at you silently, then lowers his gaze in thought. “If I were to return without you…” he trails off, “I would never forgive myself.” He glances up at you once more, and you stare into his sincere eyes. “So please, for me…” he murmurs, “Be more careful.”

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Do you have any fun Headcanons for Amaya as she was growing up on Destiny Islands? What sort of shenanigans did she get up to with the Destiny Trio?

Oh man oh man I could honestly talk for days about these four~ I’m probably going to split this up by first talking about her bond with each individual member, and then events that involve all three of them. Apologies in advance for the length of my ramblings but I hope you enjoy!

Sora and Amaya

Living together and being siblings only a little over a year apart, saying these two are just close is an understatement

Amaya tends to fret over Sora’s actions and habits just a bit more than she does with their other friends, much to his chagrin. With her rather high-strung ways, she’s a bit like a second mother to him.

She loves her sleep almost as much as Sora does, but is disciplined enough to wake up early when they have to for school. In fact, she even wakes up 15-20 minutes earlier than she’d actually need to for her morning routine to make sure she has enough time to wake Sora up to get to school on time.

Their mom works part-time as a nurse, their father a fisherman who runs a market and occasionally goes on several-day long fishing trips. When both parents are away for the day, their mother often leaves meals prepped for them to heat up. Because Amaya has a habit of burning things, it is often up to Sora to take care of their meals on these days.

When their mother was pregnant with Haru, they and their father each bet 5 munny on the gender. Amaya was 10 munny richer.

Amaya often helps Sora with his homework. She tries to be patient with him, but sometimes she gets carried away enough to pretty much do the assignment for him. Sora’s not complaining (until he gets those test scores back).

(other members below the cut)

Riku and Amaya

Sora and Amaya’s father looked up to Riku’s father as an older brother/mentor, and so while the latter has three older children, when the two of them had kids around the same age, they made sure to raise them as close as they possibly could

Her bond with Riku goes back even further than the one she has with Sora, as these two share the same exact birthday. Their parents often did joint birthday parties for them as children; as teens, they split up the celebrations over two days, devoting one of these days to something Riku would want to do, and the other to Amaya.

With both of them being the older ones in their friend group and naturally having leadership tendencies, though with very different perspectives, the two tend to butt heads a lot.

Amaya gets frustrated because Sora tends to listen to and follow what Riku says over her, even though she’s his actual older sister.

Riku loves playing pranks on Amaya in particular because he gets the strongest reaction out of her.

While these two don’t always get along, they do have a sense of mutual respect for one another’s intelligence. Whenever a project is assigned in class, these two make sure to pair up or be in the same group, and always get the highest grade.

Though their remarks to each other are usually tinged with tons of sass, even if they don’t come around to the other person’s perspective, they always eventually take each other’s views into account when making decisions

While Amaya spends lots of time pouring over books and fretting over exams and papers, Riku tends to stick closer to the bare minimum - making sure to finish all his assignments and maybe reviewing notes before a test. Though Amaya usually gets better grades, he still usually makes second or third in class in a breeze.

Kairi and Amaya

Amaya was absolutely elated when Kairi arrived, finally able to enjoy the presence and company of another girl

These two have never argued or fought about anything

Amaya takes an active interest in Kairi’s creative hobbies, especially her writing. If Kairi ever mentions she’s writing a poem or short story, Amaya’s usually the first person she’ll show it to.

The two love watching crime and mystery dramas together. Every Thursday night, they meet up at one of their houses to catch up on the newest episode of their favorite show.

If Amaya ever is frustrated or needs to vent about something, Kairi is the first person she goes to, as she tends to offer the most diplomatic opinions.

When Amaya is getting stressed or too...Amaya-ish, Kairi often gently pokes fun at her, helping to ground her and take a step back to see how over-the-top she sometimes can be

While the two have very different senses of style (Kairi tends to gravitate towards a slightly tomboy-ish style, Amaya much more feminine) the two share a love for accessories. They often browse jewelry stands in the town square together when they have down time. 

The Destiny Squad

As children, as Sora and Riku would spar, Kairi would watch and cheer them on excitedly, while Amaya would cringe in fear one of them would get hurt

Amaya started carrying around a first aid kit with her at all times around middle school one time after Sora got a particularly nasty gash while roughhousing

Before Kairi arrived, Amaya would often get roped into playing the imaginary Princess in Sora and Riku’s Pirate roleplay. After her arrival, the two would switch roles between joining the other two as Pirates and the Princess.

The four often bump into each other on the way to school. As they walk, Amaya is constantly fixing each of the other three’s uniforms to make sure they are presentable. (They’re often reverted by the end of the day).

Once Amaya and Riku hit age 13, their fathers allowed them to go on mini sailing and fishing trips on their own, Sora and Kairi allowed to join them on the understanding that they were the older two’s responsibility. While Riku enjoyed navigating and planning routes, Amaya would take on the role of making sure that they were properly equipped for the trip with food, fuel, tools, etc.

Their favorite house to hang out as is Kairi’s, as it’s the biggest and the most comfortable.

Out of the four, Riku spends the least time at his own house - or houses, as his parents are separated. He even has his own key to Sora and Amaya’s place.

Kairi’s the best cook out of the four. Though cooking’s not exactly a hobby for her, she occasionally brings baked goods or new dishes that she’s tried making, and almost always receives positive feedback from her friends.

Annual Island festivals are their favorite part of summer vacation. They all save up their munny to spend on stands, trinkets, and games. Once the sun starts to set, they quickly grab their favorite meals and then run up to the top of a hill in the corner before anyone else can - the prime spot to enjoy the giant fireworks show.

I could honestly write fill a book with these, but I’ll leave it at this! Thank you again for the ask!

[sapphic-sustrai]

RWBY OC Team Building Questionnaire.

So, I came across this one post by @prismaticbrave, which had team building questions for your RWBY OC Team. So, I decided to answer the questions for Team DMNO!! You can find the post here, if you want to answer the questions yourself!! If there are any errors, I’ll go back and fix them later, more will be underneath the cut!!

1) Introduce your team!

My team is called DMNO {pronounced domino}.

They’re an all Faunus team.

During the events of Vol. 1-3, they’re a 2nd year team from Atlas Academy, who are participating in the Vytal Festival Tournament.

The team consists of Douglas Craig {sea otter Faunus}, Melanie Hertz {highland cow Faunus}, Norbert Beaumont {mountain lion Faunus} & Olwen Kunik {polar bear Faunus}.

2) Who’s the leader and how do they lead?

Douglas is the leader of DMNO. He views his team as his loyal crew and himself as the captain. While he may be easy-going most of the time, he knows when it’s time to get serious. He’s always open to hear any sort of advice that his team has to offer and encourages them to speak up whenever necessary. He loves and respects his team with all of his heart!

3) Does the team get along with each other overall?

Yes they do, for the most part. They just need to watch out for Douglas & Melanie because they’ll sometimes get into tiffs, due to differing personalities/their egos clashing with each other.

4) How does each member act with their partner?

Douglas @ Norbert: With a lot of patience and understanding. They always value whatever input that they share. He wants to always show them that he appreciates what they do for him and the rest of the team.

Melanie @ Olwen: Views her as a friendly rival, sparring partner and as a good friend. She has a lot of respect for Olwen as a fighter. She isn’t afraid to roughhouse with her though.

Norbert @ Douglas: They always take the time to listen to what Douglas has to say. Douglas is one of the few people that they feel like they can be themselves around. They care about him a lot and just want to be as helpful as they can be. 

Olwen @ Melanie: What was said for Melanie, could be also said for Olwen to be honest. Except, she doesn’t roughhouse, she instead feels comfortable uttering playful/snarky comments at her partner. She does have to reign Melanie in, whenever she gets a bit too, “big for her britches”, which the other girl appreciates. 

5) How does each member act with those that aren’t their partner?

Douglas @ Olwen & Melanie: Douglas & Olwen are basically as tight as family. He views her as his closest friend and someone who he can fully depend on. He views Melanie as a good friend and he does care about her. However, as mentioned above, they do often clash with each other.

Melanie @ Norbert & Douglas: She loves Norbert to bits and they’re the only member of the team that she doesn’t roughhouse/be extremely harsh towards. What was said for Douglas could be said for Melanie to be honest.

Norbert @ Melanie & Olwen: They view Melanie almost like the supportive sister that they never had. She’s probably their closest friend on the team, but they do have to remind her to use their indoor voice often. They’re honestly a bit intimidated by Olwen, but they still see them as a good friend. They want to try and talk to her more. 

Olwen @ Douglas & Norbert: What was said for Douglas could be said for Olwen, however he was her first ever friend, so she really does cherish their friendship. She considers Norbert to be a good friend, but sometimes she has a bit of trouble initiating conversations with them. She wants to try and change that.

6) What weapons does each member have?

Douglas: A two-barreled shotgun katana mix named Black Marlin and a pair of switchblade/water pistol mixes named the Dorado Daggers.

Melanie: A pair of buckaroo-style cowboy boots named Blazin’ Buckaroos.

Norbert: A Heckler & Koch MP7 & compound crossbow mix named the Compound Piercer MP7.

Olwen: She wields three swords. The first is a katana/pana {snow knife} mix named Tekkeitsertok {Tekk for short}, the other two are both falchion/pana mixes named Qailertetang {Qail for short} & Sedna.

7) What semblances do they have?

Douglas: His semblance is called Ocean Mist. It allows the user to disappear and evaporate as a misty vapour, then reappears just a few seconds later. They can either reappear in the same spot or teleport to a new spot a few feet away.

Melanie: Her semblance is called Engine Burst. It allows the user to develop engine-like protrusions made of aura that manifest around her calves. This grants the user increased speed and extra kicking power for a brief period of time.

Norbert: Their semblance is called Flash Grenade. It allows the user to create a small aura-based stun grenade in the palm of their hand, which they can launch at the opposition. The targets will feel disoriented and stunned for a brief period of time.

Olwen: Her semblance is called Temperature Control/PATE. It allows the user to orient the semblance in three different ways: passively, actively & empowerment. Passive mode allows the user to keep things {including herself} in her immediate area/within 5 meters at an ambient temperature. Active mode allows the user to heat up or cool down her surroundings/things {as well as an inherent resistance to the effect her semblance has as a result} to the degree & speed of her choosing. Finally, Empowerment mode allows the user to become stronger, a little bit faster, durable, etc… when they come into contact with thermal energy.

8) Do they have a team strategist? 

Norbert is the designated team strategist. 

9) Do they have any combat roles on their team? {ex: a party’s dps, healer, tank, etc…}.

Douglas is a ranged/melee dps.

Melanie is a melee dps.

Norbert is a ranged flanker/support/strategist mix.

Olwen is ranged/melee tank.

10) How does your fight together overall?

The team fights incredibly well together, with good communication. They just need to watch out for the following:

A) Douglas���, “unpredictability”, becomes a negative, instead of a positive.

B) Melanie getting too cocky or losing her temper.

C) Norbert’s anxiety starts to overpower their critical thinking skills.

D) Olwen closing off from the rest of the team if something is bothering her.

E) Douglas & Melanie start squabbling with each other. 

11) How does each member fight with their partner?

Douglas & Norbert make a great team! They usually have each other’s backs, like Douglas will cover Norbert if they’re trying to find a vantage point to snipe from. Usually, Douglas will be the primary attacker, while Norbert offers support. 

Melanie & Olwen make for a deadly combination. They will usually fight on their own, but they will try and stay as close by to each other as possible. Their primary strategy is to tag-team their opponents and overpower them. 

12) How do they fight with the other members?

Because of their close bond, Douglas & Olwen are often on the same wavelength, even without saying a word. Olwen usually keeps the enemy on their toes with a strong defense, while Douglas gets in as many quick hits as possible. 

Douglas & Melanie have to communicate a lot with each other, in order for their team ups to work. However, they can work well with one another, once that communication is established. They both like to go for super quick attacks that overpower/overwhelm the enemy.

Norbert with both Melanie & Olwen, is the same as they are with Douglas. They offer support, while Melanie & Olwen are the primary attackers. Norbert will team up with Melanie, more often then with Olwen. However, Norbert can work well with both of them. 

13) Any team combos/strategies {ex: checkmate, iceflower, bumbleby, etc...}

I’m still in the process of coming up with a lot of the team’s combos, however I do have one that I can share. This is a four-person maneuver, which Douglas called, “Toppling Dominoes”.  

To let the team know that it’s time to use the move, Douglas will typically shout, “Okay DMNO, time to knock em’ down!” or some other variation.

They start things off by trying to trap the target/multiple targets in a singular area, where they can’t escape.

Next, Norbert shoots out one of their gravpolines {a jelly trampoline, with gravity dust inside that bursts from a bullet} from their weapon. Then Melanie gets ready to kick Olwen off of her leg, while using her semblance to boost her kick’s power.

Douglas runs and jumps onto the gravpoline, Olwen gets launched into the air, then Melanie & Norbert provide cover on the ground. 

When Douglas & Olwen intersect, Olwen uses one of her sword attacks {sometimes she’ll use her thermal empowerment part of her semblance to boost its power} to launch Douglas forward with incredible force at high speeds towards the target{s}. 

Finally, Douglas will perform a couple of somersaults and yells, “CANNONBALL!”, as he crashes into the target{s}, toppling them over like a row of dominoes.  

14) Does your team have any plans on sticking together in the future {e.g: post Fall of Beacon, post graduation, etc…}?

I’m still planning a lot of DMNO’s future out {both post Fall of Beacon and after Salem’s defeat}, but after the F.O.B, the team does split up for a bit. After graduation, realistically the team can’t stay together because Norbert wants to join the Atlesian Military and no one else on the team has the same plans. However, they’ll still probably team up together from time to time, if it’s possible. Douglas has said that even if they’re apart, DMNO will never disband and that they’re still a team. 

15) Any other team related trivia/thoughts {e.g: shenanigans, fun memories, etc…}?

I have a couple of shenanigans/things that happened during their 1st year together in mind.

After the Atlas Academy initiation test/getting their dorm room clean, Olwen made them all an, “everything but the kitchen sink”, stew out of random ingredients from their dorm floor’s kitchen. It quickly became the team’s favourite meal whenever they eat together. They spent the rest of the night sitting on the floor, eating snacks and telling stories about each other.

A few weeks into their first year, Douglas, Melanie & Team FNKI managed to get a dance party/hoedown/conga line going in the dorms. Norbert, Olwen & Ironwood are still confused as to how they managed to pull this off in such a short amount of time. 

Norbert once snuck their pet/emotional support ferret Scout into their first combat class of the year with them because they were feeling anxious about sparring with some of the other students/their own teammates. Eventually Scout made their presence known and almost everyone in the class was freaking out. Norbert was in a hurry that morning and had forgotten Scout’s vest, so most thought that she was just some random animal.  After talking things over with the General, Norbert is now allowed to bring Scout to all of their classes... they just need to make sure that Scout was wearing her vest. 

Douglas usually wears sandals to class, instead of the standard dress shoes. Most of the student body were surprised that he didn’t have frostbitten feet/toes by the end of the school year. 

When DMNO got back from their first mission, Olwen came back with a couple of salmon that she fished up and two reindeer that she hunted. She said that she wanted to do a bit of hunting during any sort of down time that they had. The female student body see it as her being resourceful and the male student body see it as her being scary.

[pennumbra]

Brotherhood HCs

Headcanons that no one asked for, but that I decided to post anyway! 

Adira is a tea drinker, and something of a connoisseur. She enjoys it for its health benefits and because it can pair well with food, and likes that unlike wine/spirits, tea doesn't inhibit the mind or senses. The portability of tea leaves makes it ideal for traveling and she often carries several sachets with her for brewing on the road. White tea is her favorite.

Hector has several tattoos other than the Brotherhood symbol (we do see that his arms are bare, so it'd have to be back/chest and shoulder pieces). Most of his ink depicts the comet symbol or imagery from the Dark Kingdom and Great Tree to signify his devotion, but there are also some of stylized animals.  

Adira is an excellent shot with a bow, but Hector is the best at hunting and tracking of the group due to his knowledge of animal behavior.

Similarly, when they aren't in combat, Hector is pretty much a member of the pack with the bearcats. They tussle, play-fight, sleep in a heap, share and roughhouse over their food, etc.

In contrast to the fighting styles of the other two, Quirin uses either a 2-handed weapon (i.e. either a great sword, claymore, or a zweihander) or a sword and heavy shield. He's slower than both of them, but much stronger and more endurant.  

Not really a HC so much as an observation, but Hector's fighting style relies on momentum, agility, and sweeping full body movements. He's certainly strong, but unable to go toe-to-toe with Edmund or the other Brotherhood members in terms of pure strength when sparring. His style developed and adapted accordingly.

Quirin has a hobby of wood carving and whittling (and is quite skilled), but rarely finishes pieces and is rather reserved about it. He has, however, done a lot of embellishments and decorative carving on the wood surfaces in his family home in Old Corona. 

Hector didn't have a given name from his parents; "Hector" derives from the Greek-inspired culture we've seen statues of outside Corona. King Edmund (or the previous king) named him this as an ideal name for a warrior after he became a ward of the kingdom at a young age.

In the past, Adira often teased Quirin that he should consider wearing warpaint, claiming that it would improve his fighting spirit. He humored her exactly one (1) time.