#aggressively filling in the blanks with headcanons

[coromoor]

solas trapped in the fade prison learning lavellan is leading the southern defence against the blight, solas loathing himself for being the cause of yet another piece of her suffering, solas terrified that she’ll be taken by the blight and his past regrets will snuff out the only bright hope left in his life

lavellan watching the lands she had travelled with solas by her side being blighted bit by bit as they retreat to skyhold, lavellan retreating through haven and watching with one last look back as the dark spawn take over the spot where they first kissed, lavellan going back to skyhold and seeing the ruined frescoes littering the floor without even the presence of the wolf to comfort her in her dreams

[eclectic-sassycoweyes]

Checking myself for racist microaggressions in fandom

Some thoughts I had about how to check myself for micro aggressions in fandom turned into a checklist of sorts. With the encouragement of Andie @paperstorm it resulted in this post that then Neha @theghostofashton was so kind to offer a read-through of before I posted it to help fill in potential blanks and rephrase where needed!

So, something I noticed about my initial reaction to seeing more talk about microaggressive takes and behaviors resurging with the new season airing, was that there was this tiny part of me that went: ‘oh no what if I’ve done something wrong.’ I found this interesting because I think that that’s a pretty human reaction, and one that we all need to unlearn, even if it is rooted in the intention of being a Good and non-racist person.

Because I think that this is part of what can lead us to distance ourselves from the racism that exists in fandom, and to adopt the belief that ‘It can’t be me contributing to this problematic behavior because I’m not racist’, serving as a defense against the risk of being perceived as, or perceiving oneself as, a bad or racist person.

So when that reaction hits, we need to practice channeling those intentions into asking instead ‘what can I do from here on out to help my fellow fandom members who are PoC be able to enjoy fandom without having to encounter racism and microaggressions?’

That means not asking ‘what if’ but instead acknowledging that we are all at risk of contributing to microaggressive behaviors because of both societal and in-fandom mechanisms, that can cause implicit bias to be strengthened and affirmed in the fandom through us adopting each other’s takes, perceptions, interpretations and headcanons. So if I want to avoid being a part of the problem, that means checking myself too. So:

Point 0) I should assume that I have made mistakes in the past and that I will make them again in the future, as that puts me in a better position to be a good/not racist person than assuming the opposite I.e. If I perceive myself as in any way immune to being part of the problem of racism in fandom, then that in itself puts me more at risk of becoming part of the problem.

1-5: Checking my perceptions, takes and beliefs:

Is it important to me to be someone who is not racist, to not exude racist behaviors and to not contribute to racism in fandom? (the point here is of course, as we shall see, that checking this point isn't in itself enough, but it puts me in a better position to check the rest of the list. Being willing to continually learn and grow in this area is what will take me from non-racism to anti-racism).

Is my empathy and focus equally distributed between white and non-white characters? If my empathy and focus is unequally distributed between characters, I need to check with myself whether that could be symptomatic of racist bias. Example: do I notice TK being sad more than I notice Carlos appearing stressed and anguished in 5x01? Do I pay attention to Carlos being absent more than I do to him making an effort to be present? Is it easier for me to emphasize with TK feeling alone and worried than Carlos feeling alone and grieving?

Am I allowing non-white characters the same ‘negative’ emotions as I allow the white characters, also when those emotions lead to what I perceive as bad decisions or transgressions? 

Example: Am I allowing the characters of color to be petty, angry, aggressive, sad, proud, annoyed, worried, insecure, vengeful, grieving and acting with basis in those emotions without it negatively affecting my perception of them as people as much as I am the white characters? I.e. is Carlos walking out the door in 4x04 bc of worry and frustration, worse in my mind than TK walking out on Carlos in 2x04 bc of hurt and anger? Do I emphasize with Carlos for being worried and mad at TK for breaking their agreement to give Iris time, or TK for feeling hurt and ‘wrongly accused’ of having contributed to Iris going missing? Do I validate Carlos as much for acting on for not being ready to introduce his boyfriend or TK for being hurt by being introduced as a ‘friend from work’?

Am I making up valid excuses for the characters of color the same way I am for the white characters? There is so much we don’t see in canon. Parts of storylines, motivations and reasons for why the characters act the way they do, resolutions to conflict or lack thereof that we have to make up ourselves. Example: When TK or Carlos hasn’t explicitly apologized for causing the other hurt in canon, do I excuse that by either assigning them valid reasons for their actions thus deciding that they don’t need to apologize or by headcanoning that the apology does happen, just outside of canon where we don’t see it? Am I able to do this for both of them equally or for TK only? When Carlos struggles with Cooper, and TK not opening up to him in 3x13, do I consider him jealous or do I see him as having valid human emotions such as insecurity and a wish to be there for his partner? When Carlos works late do I assign him reasons of selfishness, vengefulness or indifference towards TK, or do I emphasize with why he’d feel the need to seek justice to a point where that’s difficult to balance along with his marriage i.e assign him reasons such as grief, feeling like no-one else is looking for the killer, and subconsciously seeking closure for his complicated relationship with his father?

Checking my writing and posting:

Focus and empathy/POV: Is there an uneven distribution between white and non-white characters in terms of who and which storylines I write/post about, whose feelings and motivations I focus on in my writing, who I make an in depth analysis-post about? - If there is an uneven distribution between white characters and characters of color, have I taken the time to really consider why? (see also point 2).

Does my writing risk feeding into stereotypes? 

Example: Do I always write Carlos as strong, hypermasculine and dominant and holding the role of support/caretaker for TK? Am I painting Carlos’ parents and his relationship with them as bad, homophobic and neglectful in an un-nuanced way whereas TK’s relationship with his parents are being written as healthy and unproblematic? In my writing, is Carlos seeking out his father’s killer on his own written as problematic whereas Owen taking matters of justice into his own hands, shooting/punching someone is forgotten is validated/heroic?

When writing characters of color, am I being extra mindful of how I write them? This doesn’t mean writing them as I would any white character and thinking box checked. Being mindful sometimes means writing characters of color differently to account for experiences related to them being a person of color and to consciously avoid speaking into or affirming harmful narratives. I should also be considering doing extra research and/or maybe seeking out a sensitivity reader.

Making myself aware of harmful narratives going around in the wider fandom in order to make sure that I don’t risk accidentally affirming them with my writing. Example: right after 5x01 aired a narrative started going around that the state of Tarlos’ relationship was worse than what canon made it out to be. A lot had read Rashad’s interviews, were excited for all the angst to come, and were not getting the happy, newlywed Tarlos we had been hoping for, so for some this speculation/interpretation either didn’t have racist motivation or didn’t have the intention of being micro aggressive. However, that narrative was in some places interconnected with the narrative that Carlos was to blame and of him being a neglectful husband even though canon had shown him as both putting in effort to spending quality time with TK, and being in pain and overworking himself trying to balance a very traumatic situation for which he was not to blame in the first place. All we knew at that point was that Carlos had come home late at least more than 1 time. Speculating that their relationship is in a worse state than canon shows, and writing extremely angsty spec out of love for angst isn’t necessarily or always problematic in itself. But this narrative going around in a way that is intermingled with unsolicited hate and blame directed at Carlos, means that a post that might not otherwise come across as microaggressive, becomes problematic as it risks affirming those narratives if not written very mindfully in terms of focus, empathy and implied blame, and containing the necessary disclaimers. 

Checking this point means listening closely when the PoC in the fandom are making us aware of racist microaggressions taking place/resurging, even if I feel like I for the most part ‘enjoy not seeing it’ on my dashboard. Me feeling like I'm not seeing it on my dashboard, doesn't mean it doesn't exist both in other places and on my dashboard but just in ways where I'm not clocking it as harmful.

Disclaimers - Using the examples from above, if I want to make that thorough analysis if TK’s facial expression the moment Carlos says he isn’t going to be home or I want to write the angstiest spec fic, I need to make sure to add the necessary disclaimers to make sure I don’t feed a problematic narrative that’s going around. Other people don’t know my intentions and can’t read my thoughts. So even if I don't intend to, if I’m not being conscious not to, my post risks hurting fandom members of color and affirming views that might be harmful. 

Examples of disclaimers could be: “I don’t believe that it’s going that bad overall or that Carlos is to blame/isn’t also going through it/missing TK those nights but I found TK’s expressions really interesting in this moment because..” or “It doesn’t seem like it’s every night he doesn’t come home and they seem so happy otherwise but there is just so much that could make TK worry about him and their marriage..” or “it’s so clear how much they love each other and how hard Carlos is trying to balance his marriage and grief/search for justice but the way in which it might remind TK of his parents/past addiction is so interesting..”

(It might also be relevant to check out point 2 and 5 on whether my focus and empathy is equally distributed). 

Calling it out or making sure to gently make OP aware, and moderating or showing my disagreement when I see racist/micro aggressive takes, also when those takes are posted by my friend who I believe didn’t have racist intentions with it. This isn’t saying that I should call out any and all posts that focus on TK or are super angsty. But if a post is speaking into or at risk of affirming harmful narratives, a simple “This is such an interesting take on how TK’s trauma could contribute to him worrying about their marriage! I think it’s really important rn to point out that Carlos isn’t to blame for this situation though. He’s in so much pain too”. Calling each other out/gently making OP aware or moderating/disagreeing with a take in the tags is also a way to stop a potentially harmful narrative from surging and being further affirmed and adopted in the fandom. 

Important end notes:

Checking point 0 puts me in a better position to check point 1-10.

Checking point 1 does not automatically make me check point 2-5, I still have to continuingly reflect and think critically about my own takes and perceptions.

Checking point 1-5 does not mean I automatically check 6-9. I still have to be making a conscious effort to check my writing and posting as I am otherwise at risk of affirming a microaggressive take going around in fandom, or in society. Actually, I risk accidentally doing so even when I am making an effort not to. 

Which is why I need to also check point 10.

We need to help carry the weight of making fandom a safe, comfortable and fun space for the people of color in it, so that that weight doesn’t rest solely on their shoulders. Because fandom should be a place that is equally as fun, safe and comfortable for PoC as it is for white fandom members, and right now it isn't. Assuming that I am not immune to being part of the problem to stave off anxiety or a negative self perception, but instead channeling those intentions into a purer sense of empathy for my fandom members of color and and deciding to do the constructive work of checking my perceptions, my takes and my writing, and helping to call out and moderate potentially or obviously microaggressive and racist takes when I see them, is a way to do that.

[solradguy]

They b calling Sol Badguy a lesbian again. I gotta point aggressively at like Millia. I-No. The curios and such. You’re familiar

I feel like I'm starting to be an obnoxious asshole about the lesbian Sol Badguy thing so I'm going to explain why I don't care for it in greater depth than I have elsewhere so far and then put something brief about it in my pinned. Not exactly a "DNI" because, ultimately, I think those do more harm to the person sharing it than it does to help them (it's an itemized list of things guaranteed to upset the author), but more of a "I'm very tired, please don't" list.

After I post this, I'm done talking about butch/lesbian Sol Badguy.

My elaboration on this might come across as a little mean so if you're a lesbian Sol enjoyer and don't want to read all that, my feelings can be briefly summarized with: I don't like it and people keep making me see it in places blacklists don't work in.

In essence, I don't really care what people headcanon characters as because, in the end, it's just harmless fun. But the reason I don't care is because I generally have control (via blacklisting, unfollowing, etc) over what I do and don't see. I don't like this headcanon for Sol and people keep making me see it; I can't blacklist what shows up in tags or reblog comments in my notifications tab and it feels really mean blocking every single person that does it.

The lesbian/butch Sol thing came from an innocent one-off kinda jokey comment over on Twitter and people ran with it like it was the best thing ever. I think it's annoying, and I just don't like it. That's the surface level basics of my feelings about this.

The deeper part is that fandoms will pick a cis male character to put femme or lesbian identities/labels on over one of the cis female characters—or even one of the canon trans women, if the IP has it, and GG does have a canon trans woman—in almost every case. I have yet to see as many people call any of the women of Guilty Gear butch or lesbian with the same energy people have for Sol.

There are characters in Guilty Gear that would take far less effort and would have so much more to explore with a butch/lesbian identity than Sol does. There are already characters with very, very, solid evidence suggesting they're lesbian or bisexual women. I-No, Millia, and Elphelt are just 3 of them. Arguments could be made for Baiken, Giovanna, May, Bridget, and Jam too. Personality-wise, Baiken or I-No would probably be the closest to Sol if Sol's pricky-outside-but-softer-inside dynamic is appealing.

Jack-O' is also kind of a blank slate in regards to her interests post-Strive. She's resolved her difficulties with being a vessel for Aria and is now open and excited to explore what the world has to offer her and what things in it she might come to love. If one of the pillars of the lesbian Sol headcanon is his relationship with Jack-O', I don't think it would be hard at all shipping Jack-O' with one of the women with the same level of intimacy she's capable of with Sol.

Her and Sol aren't married, you wouldn't have to divorce them to make it work like a post-Overture era relationship with Ky or Dizzy. Maybe Sol is too clingy and it's suffocating to Jack-O' so they separated, or maybe Sol expected Jack-O' to perfectly fill the void Aria had left (maybe he even eventually slips and calls her Aria?) and it just ended up being too weird so he was the one to break it off. There are even a few points throughout Xrd and Strive where Sol straight up just was not very nice to her and maybe she's thought on it and it bothers her. You could even just say (or not say why at all) that they split with no bad feelings and they're just platonic friends now. There is a lot to work with here.

To summarize: I think this headcanon is very surface level, a disservice to Guilty Gear's female cast, and that it would be more interesting and more fun for people if they explored these dynamics with one of the women instead of doing it with one of the men.

Don't let this post and my feelings on lesbian Sol stop you from enjoying it if it is fun for you and brings any sort of fulfillment, but know that I just don't like it and I don't want to have to keep seeing it. I have blacklists and things set up to not see it when I go into tags, this is almost purely localized in my notifications tab. Don't stop posting it in tags or sharing it just because of me. However, I will see it if you tag it or comment it on an original post I made or a post reblogged directly from my blog.

Thank you for reading. Sorry for being kind of a bummer about this headcanon.

[hurlingsupport]

This request got deleted somehow, but I managed to get a screenshot of it sometime before it got deleted! Anyways, since it wasn't specified whether anon wanted a one-shot or some headcanons, I went ahead and wrote a one-shot. Hope they enjoy this despite the difficulties!

"Life of the Party" (Wendy Corduroy x Nonbinary Reader One-Shot)

The red, plastic cup in your hand crinkles as you fiddle with it. The much too surgary drink that it used to be filled with long gone. You'd get some more, despite the horrible taste, but you felt too awkward to even refill your cup. Lights and noise surround you, and you're a little scared you might get punched if you try and push through the crowd. They were a little crazy tonight.

A sigh leaves your lips, and with how loud the music and people are combined, you feel as if you never opened your mouth at all. It was too loud, too bright, too--

A hand pats your shoulder, a familiar body sliding next to yours where you lean against a wall. In her hand is a red cup just like your own, except her's actually has some juice left in it.

The redhead stares a you with a relaxed smile, completely unbothered by the blasting music and aggressive dances going on just a couple feet in front of her. You stare with a stupid expression for a few seconds, before realizing she had said something to you.

"What?" You speak, before raising your voice so that she could actually hear you. "What!?"

You watch as her shoulders shake, and you can only assume that she's laughing. She grabs ahold of your upper arm, pulling you gently towards her as she leans down. Your shoulders hunch when you feel her breath against your ear.

"I said, hey." She says simply, before leaning back to drink in your expression. Her eyes are half-lidded like they always are, and a smile stretches across her face when you look at her. Again, she leans down, "Are you good?"

You nod silently, before voicing your thoughts, "I feel a little off." Your fingers find their way to the green, plaid sleeves of her shirt, carefully pinching the fabric between your fingers. In response she pulls you closer, and you feel as if you might melt into her if you stay so close for too long.

"Did you drink the punch?" She asks, and you slowly pull away to look at your empty cup. She stares at the red, solo cup as well, a blank expression on her face before she pulls you towards her. "Dude, they spiked the punch ages ago."

"What?!" You scream, and yet no one bats an eye because of how loud it already is. Wendy has the gall to laugh at your shock, quickly pulling you towards her.

"I'm joking! I'm joking!" She snickers, pulling you close to her as her arms wrap around your shoulders.

You scoff, pushing her away in mock offense even as you feel her breath against your neck. Her red hair is practically all you can see with how close she is, and you feel your face growing warmer the longer she holds you so close.

When her arms move lower to wrap around your waist, you find it much more comfortable to wrap your arms around her neck in response. You feel so comfortable, you barely notice when Wendy lifts her head to press a kiss to your cheek before laying her head back onto your shoulder.

Usually you'd feel a bit embarrassed, but when you have a rowdy party going on nobody pays attention to who's kissing who. So, you brush a piece of her red hair back, and kiss her temple. Her shoulders shake as she grins, her laughter helping you push the loudness of the party away.

You find yourself joining in on her laughing fit, and perhaps it's then that you realize her laughter is all you ever want to hear.

[will-pilled]

Montague

Possibly triggering stuff? Self harm, CA, SA.

Montague personality (summary, due to limited information):

Montague is controlling, as is evident. He comes off as very calm and collected, and seems like a rather calculating and "pulling the strings" sort of man. Can be very aggressive. Headcanons:

He/him cis man - Unlabled but prefers masculine leaning/androgynous individuals. (British cig) It's more aesthetics he's attracted to.

He is not a huge animal person, but Oscar was okay when he was around I guess..

Fashionista and artist, designs his outfits.

Fave colors are blue, white, black, blue-gray, and silver.

Knows a lot about rocks and crystals, keeps it to himself though because he doesn't want to look dorky.

He is very French, and swears in French often as well as muttering to himself and breaking into French speaking when flustered or overwhelmed.

Loves sweet and salty deserts as well as very savory food.

Really likes knives. They're neat.

He isn't a good man. He isn't even an anti hero. But he is very easy to feel bad for.

Not a fan of children, not at all.

Kind of a sarcastic ass hole. Not kind of, a huge one. Dry humor and sarcasm. *Blank stare* "Are you stupid?"

Skin care and hygiene freak, takes pride in how he looks.

The Society was the closest he had to friends, so when they all ditched each other he became bitter as FUCK.

He does want a romantic relationship BUT he also terrified of being close to someone. He doesn't want to risk someone being in control of him or being rejected or left. he has a VERY intense "leave people before they can leave me" mentality, but isn't really aware of it.

Borderline Personality Disorder - Is extremely convinced there is nothing wrong with him which leads him to be very "anti recovery," and makes him indulge a lot in unhealthy habits and actions. Has some narcissistic traits but not enough to have Narcissistic Personality Disorder.

He *appears* calm and collected, but the moment he is sure he is alone he may fall into a hole-in-wall-punching fit of rage. Him breaking things is not uncommon. He takes his anger out on objects the most. He wants to fill the hole in his heart with objects and power. He chases the temporary highs of stealing, the chase, being in control of someone, and even perhaps drugs if he is bored enough. He only smokes in front of others, as he avoids doing most others in front of people due to more noticeable effects. He feels rather empty.

Intense need for control over himself and others, and in turn hates losing his shit. He HATES when things don't go his way for this reason as well, and his stealing also goes into this as he wants to control items and where they are.

A bit of a stalker, but not too bad. Stalking socials is his biggest thing.

(Potentially triggering? Self harm.) He did the eye scar to himself. No cool backstory or funny accidents. He did it to himself to look the way HE wanted to look. To control how he looks and what happens to his body. He never talks about how he got it, but loves it. Likely has other scars as well in intricate patterns and pictures. Doesn't really do it anymore because he honestly got bored of it. Not because he got better in any sense of the phrase.

(!CA, SA!)

Montague grew up with a very emotionally abusive and controlling father (Montague is sadly repeating the cycle it seems). He wasn't hit much by his dad, but was often picked on by peers for his queerness and being "girly." which caused his aggressiveness, though since he can do "whatever he wants" he is more open about it now. Not really "price flags everywhere" kind of open (though ngl I could see Meowscles being like that fucking bi and transgender ass cat) but more of a "clear closet"/"Is he... Y'know?" kinda open. He doesn't care for either parent much, they were both distant and let money raise him so he doesn't have much of an attachment to either of them. He has no feelings for them and when he came to the island he felt little to no grief at losing his old life other than his money and power.

He was assaulted when he was a young adult for a period of time by an employer, who had a great deal of influence and control. This is also where Montague's "I want influence and power" mindset comes from as well, so he will NEVER be at someone else's mercy again. He feels anger over it. He is no "perfect victim."

[random-thought-depository]

Sequel to this post, some notes for the Species II rewrite fic I intend to write eventually:

Note: everything in my Sil headcanons post (see link above) will inform my rewrite fic. Also, for purposes of my rewrite fic the sequel movies basically didn't happen, only the first movie is "real" and I will be extrapolating directly from it and treating any unanswered questions in it as blank slates to be filled in with whatever I like. I will freely contradict the writing and worldbuilding choices of the sequel movies whenever it pleases me to do so.

The premise I use is that Sil gave birth to twin boys. The one we see in the first movie is the bolder twin, he wasn't afraid of the humans, didn't hide from them, attacked them, and got torched. He had a twin brother who was more timid, who was more afraid of the humans and hid from them and so survived. I like this much better than the space goo infection thing the actual Species II movie did because 1) it's a more straightforward extrapolation from the first movie, 2) much more importantly, it lends itself much better to a male creature who's interesting in the same way I find Sil interesting. I also like how this gives an immediate hint of characterization.

At one point somebody asks Sil's son his name and he gives himself the name Alex.

I'm going with a "the female of the species is deadlier than the male" angle here: Alex is more timid and less aggressive than Sil. He's much less dangerous than Sil in the short term, but maybe more dangerous in the long term; he doesn't leave a trail of corpses like Sil does, he keeps a low profile, he doesn't draw much attention to himself, and he's much less likely to be noticed by the authorities.

Another inversion of gender expectations: Alex's reproductive strategy is much more focused on careful partner selection and building a relationship with his human partner and getting her to like him. He doesn't have the luxury of treating his human partner as a disposable sperm donor like Sil did! That said, this isn't always nice: he hooks up with an undocumented immigrant woman named Rosa because he picks up from her surface thoughts that she'd be reluctant to go the hospital if there was something strange and disturbing happening with her body. Note: Alex has some plurality going on, the part of him that's very focused on survival and reproduction makes that choice, but it doesn't pass on that information to the more human part of him, which experiences his initial interaction with this woman as "Oh, she's struggling with that big bag of groceries, I should help her, if I help her maybe she'll give me some positive attention, I'd like that" and ending up in a pleasant conversation with her (Rosa reads Alex as an 18-20 year old probably neurodivergent person with a possible history of being neglected/abused, she's thirty-something and feels kind of maternal toward him and eventually ends up letting him stay in her apartment, their relationship eventually drifts toward being romantic).

Alex's human personality is kind of genuinely charming and nice in a very acts of service oriented way, though not very talkative and pretty socially awkward because of his under-socialization (an early incident in his relationship with Rosa is her witnessing in horror him eating an egg by putting it in his mouth raw and whole with the shell still on it and crunching it and being like "OMG, who raised you?!?"). Alex's more evolutionary fairy human-ish side tends to kind of segregate itself in its own corner of his brain and nudge him around with "I just get a feeling that..." impulses while keeping its ickier motivations and calculations to itself. Sil was much more unitary because being likable to humans was less important to her.

Rosa's pregnancy is definitely going to be anomalous and a pretty scary experience for her, but I'm not going to make it chestburster-y. I think the actual Species II movie making the male creature's life cycle chestburster-y was kind of a big mistake, because it made it impossible for him to be sympathetic in the way Sil was sympathetic. I think it's pretty important to Sil's characterization that, while she is definitely an amoral and violent person, most of her violence was at least kinda-sorta defensive (I think her most morally inexcusable act was the killing of a sexual rival, and even that plausibly might have felt kinda-sorta defensive from the inside). It's pretty easy to imagine a version of her that pursued her basic goals but didn't kill people (or at least killed a lot fewer people). Giving her male equivalent a chestburster-y life cycle totally changes that dynamic, it makes him relate to humans in a fundamentally predatory way and it makes it impossible for him to pursue his basic goals without killing people. I'd prefer to continue the spirit of the first movie.

So, Rosa is going to get a pretty scary anomalous pregnancy, considerably accelerated (maybe something like 3-4 months instead of the usual nine) and with alarming symptoms like cravings for bloody meat and an urge to gnaw bones (it's the iron and calcium!), but at the end of it she's going to have a fairly normal birth (at home, without professional help, in pretty scary circumstances, but, you know, pretty physically normal) and she's going to be physically OK, she's going to live to see her daughter grow up (within, like, a few months of the birth, because her daughter is going to have the same accelerated growth and maturity Sil did - litter size is controlled by the mother, so in this case there will be only one baby, as in a normal human pregnancy). The story's danger and horror, insofar as it's around, will mostly be elsewhere.

Thoughts on Alex's and Rosa's daughter, tentative name Lucia: she's the first member of her kind who's going to grow up in a family, with caregivers who see her as their child and in Alex's case have some firsthand idea of the needs of a child like her (because they were one, and didn't get theirs met), so she'll definitely be the least psychologically messed up member of her kind so far.

Illustrative example: Sil and Alex were afraid when their metamorphosis happened because they didn't know what was happening, Lucia will have a much more benign experience because Alex is going to explain it to her beforehand and her parents will be with her when it happens (like I said in my other post, I strongly headcanon that Sil would have done that with her son(s) if she'd lived; she would have wanted to spare them the fear she felt).

Relatedly, Lucia has a pretty weak breeding instinct because it isn't synergizing with loneliness. She kind of likes the idea of having a baby of her own someday, like lots of human women do, but she isn't motivated to get pregnant in the immediately foreseeable future. She already has a family, including a person who's different from humans in the same way she is; she doesn't need to make a companion who can relate to her experiences.

As I said in my other post, my idea for how Sil could possibly start a viable species with one individual is her descendants would discard the DNA of their human parent during meiosis. So genetically Lucia is basically the child of Sil + Rosa. I envision her looking pretty different from Sil because she has a dark-skinned Hispanic or indigenous mother.

For a long time I was held back from working on this fic because I couldn't figure out if it should have an antagonist and, if so, who that should be. The government is an obvious possibility: if they learned about Alex and Lucia they'd want to kill or capture them; the idea of making something kinda-sorta like the plot of the first movie but with the sympathies basically flipped was intriguing. But this seemed kind of uninspiring. But recently I had an idea: the obvious more interesting option is to have Eve exist in this rewrite fic and make her the relative baddie!

Sil had a sister. Probably not a clone in this version.

After what happened when they tried to kill Sil, they decided to spare Eve for the time being. She did not escape.

She had basically the same kind of upbringing as Sil, and has basically the same kind of intelligent but under-socialized personality. She's got a relatively positive relationship with Dr. Baker, kind of like in the actual Species II movie, and this has been her primary source of positive socialization, but this started when she was already an adult

She had an unreliable and mostly one-way psychic link with her sister. They could share dreams sometimes. Eve got secondhand impressions of some of Sil's experiences in the outside world. She kept a lot of them to herself. She didn't particularly want to help the humans find her sister. Eve wants out of her jar too.

She's got a tenuous psychic link with Alex too. She knows he's out there.

She gets an idea for how to escape. She offers herself as a bloodhound and a honeypot. She can psychically home in on Alex, find him, lure out of hiding and into a trap with the possibility of getting to mate with one of his own kind. Of course, this will necessarily involve a loosening of control over her...

Biggest hurdle might be convincing her handlers Alex exists. There might be very little hard evidence for that! But eventually she manages. Maybe a more thorough re-examination of forensic evidence from that cave finds something; Alex is a fraternal twin of his dead brother, genetically distinct, and might have left some trace DNA lying around here and there. Next hurdle is slipping control when she's allowed outside; she manages that too. It isn't easy, but she is clever and physically superhuman...

She finds Alex, takes up residence near him, watches...

She's undecided about what to do. Part of her wants to be a good girl and call in his location just like she was supposed to (she has genuine affection for Dr. Baker!). Part of her wants freedom and wants to mate with him. She spends a long time deciding.

She approaches him for mating, and... he rejects her! He already has a family, people he cares about, and correctly senses she'd be a threat to them. Outrageous! An inversion of the natural order! The male is supposed to court, the female is supposed to select!

He'd accept her if she killed his human mate and their child. Like the lioness will mate with the triumphant lion that took over the pride and killed her cubs. Maybe she'll do that. She's pretty sure she can. Alex was the weak timid runt of his litter, and Lucia the product of the mating of him and a small, weak woman; she is superior to them.

Maybe she'll be a bad girl and do that.

Maybe she'll be a good girl and call in their location, please Dr. Baker, prove that Dr. Baker wasn't wrong to trust her and advocate for her.

She's not sure yet.

[rubberduckyrye]

As I'm re-editing my Genshin fic, I've kind of came across a realization that I feel like I should share.

So this started with the fact that I've been hella struggling to write my fanfic in general. I realized that the reason why I was struggling was because I was trying to fill in EVERY gap of the story--a flaw of my own writing that I have decided to work on with this fanfic. Instead of filling in the whole thing, I should be focusing on important notes and points, and let my readers interpret the things left blank for with their own headcanons and imagination.

This is definitely a perspective shift for me, and before I wrote Chasing the Voided Moon, I always felt like I would never be able to complete a long haul project like it. Then I did, and the rough draft was done in just seven days. That is, of course, not including editing, but that's beside the point.

Now I'm thinking about how much I love rereading that fic, how it's my favorite fanfic to reread--and I wrote it just for me, for myself. Yes I did write it with others who were displeased with the interlude quest in mind, but the reality is, that story is a very important one for me too, as someone who relates to a lot of Scaramouche's mental health problems, rage, hurt, and trauma. The moral of overcoming your traumas, sins, and accepting yourself is important to me.

This fic also taught me that yes, I CAN wrote a whole ass novel--and it got me started on thinking about original characters and stories again. Original ideas that I never thought I'd be able to even consider as a serious endeavor. Now, I'm slowly but surely working my way up to that end goal--to write a novel worthy of publishing. That's what this Genshin fic is--the next step in the process. It's time for me to write a story on my own, without references, with new characters not in canon, and tell it.

Working on this fic has taught me that condensing information and even cutting things out is just necessary for some narratives. I can't possibly expect my readers to care about every single mildly interesting point when the overall story has yet to continue. And with this mindset of "leave blanks for the readers to fill in" settling in, I've realized that I am getting closer and closer to writing my own story.

I know this might seem like a jump in my thought process, but bear with me--I started thinking about how people want to monetize their fanfics, like how fan-artists monetize their works. I was thinking about how I was someone who was annoyed with how fan artists could pretty much make a living off of their fan art while fanfic authors have to put up with the idea that their fanfics need to stay as celebratory works, and never ever should be monetized. Ao3 will even banhammer you if you so much as mention ko-fi or patreon or commissions.

I was annoyed by it--until I had the realization that I could make original novels.

I always assumed that, because I just couldn't ever write a novel, that I would never be able to make money off of my own creative work. That fanfic writing was the closes I'd ever get to it, and so, I wished desperately that I just, could monetize that. I wish that this one thing that I could do well, that I know from experience that people would pay real money for my writing--I wished that I could just, do that without legal repercussions.

Now I'm kind of sitting on the other side of it, thinking that like... maybe monetizing fandom was a mistake. That maybe the people who are far more aggressive about fanfics and monetization are people who don't believe they can create something that will succeed out there in the world of original fiction.

I still think that fanfic authors get unfairly treated in regards to monetization, and copyright in general? I just want to abolish it. But still... just, food for thought. Maybe it's important to let people know that they can create something beyond fan works.

Just some random thoughts I've had today.

[reflections-of-mobius]

Anonymous asked:

For Node, how does your muse handle competition? For Bless, what is your muse's most treasured family tradition? For Murk, how does your muse deal with obsession? For Cinnamon, what is your muse's favorite way to relax? For Rust, how does your muse communicate with others? For Tempest, how does your muse navigate justice & mercy? For Azure, what is your muse's most transformative experience? For Strawbeet, does your muse challenge the status quo? How? For Tenebrosity, how does your muse handle harsh criticism? For Devlin, is your muse an optimist, realist, or pessimist?

[Zodiac Headcanons. | Accepting.]

Under a cut due to length!

Not very well, to be honest. Node- and all the SIs- aren't that great or open to competition of any sort. Some are more developed than others in their response to it- Node has learned how to just have fun and congratulate those around them, while refusing to let competitive comments get to them. But, they'll still experience a burst of anger if anyone makes comments towards them about them being a 'loser' or 'not good enough' or any other level of trash-talk.

Making something for the previous year, every year. His old home with his mothers was filled with lots of carved decor, each made by him and his mom, as well as some metal creations from his mama. He still makes something every year (or at least tries to), in case some of the presents he's sent out in the past weren't hint enough. It's not exactly something he outright states unless asked, but...he does hold it as a dear tradition in his heart.

That depends on what you mean by 'obsession'. His own? Once he realizes it, he'll panic and completely cut whatever it is off. It doesn't matter if it's something he likes- he doesn't know how to separate healthy desires and wants from what he was for the entire start of his existence. Of course, this comes at a detriment because he slowly cuts off everything he enjoys- please show him it's okay to like something, even to the point of (at least a mild) obsession.

Walking on the edge of Apotos, looking out over the ocean. Sure, Cinn's got a fear of heights like all the other SIs- but they live on the edge of a cliff. There's no fear left after living there for several years. Genuinely- just loves going on walks to relax.

Not very well is the answer. Rust's communication is absolutely shot. Every word is aggressive or blank, there's no room for a modicum of happiness in the hedgehog's tone. As such, xey suck at communication- something that would greatly benefit him in seeing a reason to keep the world alive. In terms of general communication,...words or radios. The hedgehog may have a phone, but it only checks it for work, really. Save when a certain annoying blue mobian started texting him just about every day...

She navigates justice as she tries to with everything in her life- facts first. Mercy,...she's not so good at regulating. Tempest has been traumatized by becoming one with Solaris- and as such, she has a soft spot for everyone. Unless the crime was truly grave (or it's been committed numerous times over without an ounce of change), she'll offer another chance. And another. And another. There is little she isn't merciful towards- but what she doesn't offer such kindness to, there is only the fire of her rage.

Honestly, the loss of half of Mobius' population in the blink of an eye was the worst experience of Azure's life. He'd nearly turned then and there, but it would in fact be over a year before he'd actually succumb to the thoughts of failure, of abject loss that had come to permeate his subconscious. He tried to be Tempest's rock- and only eventually succeeded in pulling themself under, before Eggman of all beings pulled him back. It was not a positive transformation- but possibly the worst moment of Azure's life.

Strawbeet challenges in the 'status quo' solely in that they are actively fighting the Chaos Temple, while many are content to just let it slide (after all- it's not attacking them, why should they care?). Aside from that, he's very much a rule-follower, and doesn't step outside of societal 'norms' unless utterly required.

Poorly, really.- It's not that she can't accept it, it's that Tenebrosity can't change what she is. The harshest criticism I can think of concerning her is how she destroys civilization every now and again- for the sake of balance. If she didn't, the existing life would eventually overwhelm and destroy Mobius itself- so it's required,...but being told it's evil, being told she's evil when she's only doing the one job she's required to, the job she was made to do...the job she doesn't want to do,...it's...heartbreaking.

Devlin is somewhere between a realist and a pessimist. Mate does not trust things to work out smoothly- but doesn't expect them to fall apart, either. They look at the world through cracked lenses, thanks to their time at the Chaos Temple.

[fizzycherrycola]

22 and 23 for Canada or America or both? I adore your writing so much.

🥺🥺🥺 thank you!! I'll do both.

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

With a very low tolerance for boredom, America snatches the paper before Canada has a chance to react. His first instinct is to make a paper airplane and doodle some designs on it; an eagle on one wing, perhaps a catchphrase on the other, and a wreath of flames as an outline. Before letting it soar, he asks Canada if he wants to add something to the little plane. Canada draws a maple leaf and he paper airplane flies perfectly.

But I'd be wary of leaving America with nothing to do for too long. Now, Canada? Not a problem. He can easily slip into dreamland and imagine himself in a canoe, fishing for rainbow trout along freshwater, backcountry rivers for hours at an end. But America craves stimulation and if he's in a rather bad mood, he'll try playing Five Finger Filet with the pencil and his own hand. He's immortal and if he makes a mistake, it'll heal quickly anyways, right? Canada nags him as soon as he starts playing, and with enough passive aggressive fuss, America rolls his eyes and flips the pencil eraser-side down.

However, if America's in a good mood, and there's still nothing to do, he'll explain how worm holes work, by folding the paper in half and poking the pencil through it; a trademark method that appears in every Hollywood sci-fi film. Slightly forgetful, he doesn't realise that he's explained this to Canada many times before, but Canada doesn't interrupt. Instead, he offers up a few questions and lets his brother babble about the spacetime continuum until the sun goes down, not because it keeps America occupied, but because America loves the topic, and has a wonderful habit of turning anything he loves into something genuinely interesting through his own sheer excitement. Even when said topic involves a lot of heavy math.

23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

I'd give them both a 5/10 when it comes to their organizational skills. Part of this is because they're physically younger than their Old World counterparts; college-aged nations with some college-aged habits. However, I think it's also woven into their personalities a bit.

⭐ America ⭐

Leaves empty soda bottles in his pickup truck

100+ tabs open in his internet browser

No sorting system to the catalogue of video games on his shelves

Bad habit of buying gadgets he won't use

Sports & Hollywood memorabilia cluttering the walls

Unpaid credit card bills

Low-priority government docs MUST be labeled, otherwise he'll lose them

"It's fine, I'll clean it later," and "I know where everything is," are his mantras. His mess doesn't bother him and it rarely impacts his daily life. However, if certain people are coming to visit, (senators, the President, certain nations that make him uncomfortable, etc.,) then America will definitely tidy up.

🍁 Canada 🍁

Often 5 - 20 minutes late to everything

Forgets to do his laundry; wears dirty blue jeans

Some fresh fruits and veggies go bad before he uses them

Cannot fit a car in his garage because it's filled with hiking gear and old woodworking tools

Too many canoes

Unless it's important, he forgets to respond to text messages

Spaces out during meetings, asks for notes, misplaces the notes

Unlike his brother, Canada's disorganization gives him anxiety and he chastises himself for it. He'll tidy up in a panic at the last minute when guests are on their way.* Then, he's the type to say, "Sorry, my place is a mess right now," even if he just finished cleaning and only forgot to dust one bookshelf. Truly, he should cut himself some slack once in a while.

*The only exception is America. If he's the guest, Canada won't panic-clean. He'll just sort a few things out and welcome his brother inside no matter the state of his house.

Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme

[sips-tea-cutely]

*taps fingers together* May I please have some headcanons for Sayaka, Celeste, Sakura and Kiyondo with a writer s/o who has trouble getting a muse (for whoever wants to)

Sayaka, Celestia, Sakura & Kiyondo’s writer s/o looking for a muse

a/n: please love me again, i wrote something _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

#Sayaka Maizono

a light novel about magical girls? thats pretty interesting!! <333

she’d ask you for people with personality types you’re looking for and have you meet them. would be so happy if they’re a perfect fit!! (albeit a little jealous you’ll spend time with them)

every person she meets, thinks of you!! “would they be a good muse?”

would be hella honored if you ask her to be your muse and would happily answer any questions you’d want to know!

is so proud of any books you write and will happily proofread for you!! <333

cant rely on too much criticism from her though since she thinks anything you do is great but still <333

#Celestia Ludenberg

a novel depicting the life of a victorian lady in europe? ahh, she knows why you brought it up to her. of course, of course she’ll be your muse, dear <3

may or not write down tid bits about her day as a way to help you fill the blanks spots.

if she were to actually help find muses, she’d probably only recommend the men she has graded rank A such as… byakuya :00!!

of course, it was already expected that you’d ask her to be your muse, it was only a matter of time! for her dearest s/o, it will be free of charge, don’t worry :)

adores being your first reader! will read it in the morning while drinking her royal milk tea, how elegant!

still won’t be easy and will point out anything that could need fixing but would praise you especially on the things you did well!! <3

#Sakura Ogami

a martial arts story? thats amazing!! you have sakura’s 1000% support!!!

she will do ANYTHING to help you! by that, i mean she’d even ask her ex-rival/crush, kenshiro to be your muse! (still would be a lil disappointed you didn’t ask her </33)

would also tell you about the practices her and her family practice in a dojo as well as the history of martial arts, of course, only if you need it!!

would be super happy if you asked her to be your muse!! if you have trouble focusing, she’d get a coffee and protein shake for the two of you for the focus! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

like sayaka, also happy to proofread!! tbh, i think she’d read it multiple times, not cause it’s confusing, just because she knows you put effort into it :).

won’t be so light but wouldn’t be as brutal as celeste, the perfect middle! she’d give criticism about parts that were a little vague and would be happy to help you correct it!

#Kiyondo Ishida

a political romance novel? YESS YOU GO BABE !!! <33333

so aggressively supportive!! never too aggressive to scare you though, he’s still the ultimate moral compass!!

would be a little fragile to tell you about his grandfather and the schemes he did to rise to power but still glad to help you! even he has to agree, his grandfather is a bit of a villain

you want him as the main character’s inspiration? YES, OFC BABE <3333333 willing to tell you anything you’d like to know!!!

loves reading the things you write!! may or may not show it to everyone and ramble about how creative and talented you are! (would say you should be the ultimate writer and not toko/hj)

like sakura, very kind with criticism! never talks too loudly when criticizing lest you might be sensitive and cry. very helpful with writing though, he’s like a walking dictionary!!

[embracedthevoid]

hey here’s another missing moment if no one has asked this yet!

how exactly did wilhelm get into a club fight in the first place? we all know that he’s not usually aggressive (even when he’s high and drunk off his ass) so what pissed him off so much??

(i always headcanon it being some brand of homophobia but interested to see what u think!!)

Hello friend! I'm finally getting around to posting this, so yay! Personally, I don't think it was about anything homophobic, so I went a different route. Also, after discussing it with a few people, I don't think Wilhelm was intentionally aggressive, because you're right, it is pretty OOC for him. To me, I think the whole fight was just an unfortunate mixture of pushing and shoving and loudness that everything just became an anxiety-inducing mess for Wilhelm, so he was working on instinct rather than reason. With that said, I would also love to see your take on this scene... so if you decided to fill in the blanks with your own version thennn....👀

Not so lucky

Word Count: 736 Rated: Teen and up Link to ao3

Normally, Wilhelm can manage his way out of a situation like this, and by manage, he means he slips away before it escalates. This time, however, Wilhelm isn't so lucky.

"Hey," Wilhelm hears a voice boom from behind him, "my girlfriend was talking to you!" The guy sounds pissed, which is fair. Wilhelm did just ignore them both, barely glancing in their direction.

There's a hand tugging at Wilhelm's jacket, yanking him back. Wilhelm's chest tightens between panic and irritation as he shakes his arm free, twisting it out of the stranger's grip and making it down the last few steps.

"Can I take a picture, please?" The girl says, her voice shrill enough to cut through the booming music.

Wilhelm ignores her again, hoping and praying that they'll take the hint. Wishing that for once in his life, he could just enjoy a party without getting singled out and made into a photo op.

"Hey! What the fuck?" The same guy angrily shouts, and Wilhelm tries not to look back, gathering with his friends on the lower level. "I'm talking to you," The voice threatens again, so Wilhelm finally turns around and–

Well, this can't be good.

One of Wilhelm's friends (Lukas) tries to step forward, telling the guy to back off, but it does nothing to tame the tense air growing around them. The guy's girlfriend follows behind nervously, trying to pull him back but failing miserably. "Take a picture with my fucking girlfriend." He threatens, "What? Do you think you're better than us? That she's not worth it? Fuck that!" The guy spits.

Wilhelm doesn't have a chance to defend his actions because chaos builds around him in seconds, and suddenly he's being pulled in every direction. Someone is gripping the front of his shirt as he's being rattled around like a doll. He feels someone trip behind him and pushes Wilhelm forward. As he stumbles to catch himself, his forehead connects square with the guy who had been yelling down his neck earlier, and it fucking hurts.

A flash of black radiates from the font of Wilhelm's skull, vibrating through to his spine. He can feel it in his jaw, behind his eyes, under his skin. The blow is disorienting. Wilhelm tries to straighten himself, unsure of his surroundings, still being shoved left and right. Someone is pushing close in front of him, and Wilhelm tries to step back to shove them off and find his balance again, but before he can, there's a hard blow just under his eye.

If he thought the headbutt was painful, this is excruciating.

Wilhelm nearly hits the floor from the force, but he manages to only tumble into the legs of a group of people behind him. He catches his hand on the sticky floor and startles when a hand grips his shoulder. He's about to spin back and wind his fist (not that he actually knows how to throw a punch or would even follow through with it), but he thankfully stops himself when he realizes it's Lukas who's hulling him up and dragging him to the top of the stairs and out of the club.

Wilhelm's stomach sinks with disappointment when they stumble through the doors and into the damp outside air. He didn't even make it five minutes without his position ruining the evening. Not only have things gone horrible for Wilhelm, but also for Lukas, the one friend kind enough to drag his idiotic ass out of there, and plop him on the curb.

"I'm sorry," Wilhelm croaks, feeling something thick and heavy on his cheek. He reaches to touch it, and something warm coats his fingers. Blood.

"Don't be sorry. That guy was a jerk." His friend says with a mild shrug, and types something into his phone, then wraps his hand under Wilhelm's elbow to help him back to his feet.

"Where are we going?" Wilhelm asks with a panicked edge. He only barely managed to sneak here, claiming he was staying the night at Josh's house, the only friend Wilhelm's mother approves of, and Josh is, of course, not here.

"I called my dads. They said you can stay the night at mine." Lukas explains, sighing as he glances down at his phone, shivering as it begins to rain.

"Thank you," Wilhelm mumbles, hating everything about his life. "I appreciate it."

His mom is going to kill him.

[uwuwriting]

Yandere ex w/ Midoriya and Bakugou

Request: Can I request some headcanons about Deku, Bakugou annnddd whoever else you'd like with reader and they are currently dating

Reaction to reaching you from your crazy ex boyfriend who is...very powerful and has managed to corner you, alone. You're scared, you're a civilian.

" oh shh. Don't cry baby, i'm here. Now that I'm here, you're all mine, now that you're done being silly. You and me forever"

( thought that'd get the creepy factor)

I'm just a sucker for rescue missions. I'm just so interested in how they'd approach that situation, how they'd comfort reader afterwards

Thank you. For reading this if you don't do this

Which is totally fine! - anonymous

Bruh rescue missions are just *chef’s kiss*. I’ve been having a mini Deku and Bakugou infatuation and I just wanna see more fics with these cuties and their civilian s/os. Like legit there aren’t enough fics with quirkless/civilian readers out there and I’m sad. Love ya.💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: stalking, attempted kidnapping, mentions of toxic past relationships, being chased, eventual fluff in the form of comfort, TW BEWARE. 

Midoriya Izuku/ Pro hero! Deku

-Izuku believed you were an angel walking on earth. 

-He met you in the brink of death *literally* when you stitched him up and stabbed an IV into his arm. 

-It was love at first sight for him tbh and he is proud to admit it too. 

-Soon enough -and after many many more visits to the hospital so he can be treated by dr. L/N- he asked you out and now you’re living together. 

-He knows about your ex and he hates him for what he did to you. 

-He has coaxed you into relaxing many nights after you’ve had terrible nightmares about your ex finding you again and this time not only putting your freedom on the line but also Izuku’s safety. 

-You know he is a pro hero and all but you can’t stop seeing him on your apartment floor, unmoving with your ex looming over him. 

-He is always there to chase that horrible darkness away and replace it with the warmth of his love. 

-So as time passed, thoughts of your ex became less and less frequent until they stopped popping up throughout the day all together and you were happy with that. 

-Then the universe decided that it should serve you with a good old traumatizing experience to spice things up. 

-You were walking home after your shift at the hospital was over, exhausted out of your mind when you felt the hairs at the back of your neck rise.

-It was like a sixth sense, knowing that something was up. 

- “Y/n-chan~”

-Your blood ran cold at the familiar voice, your mind going blank as you quickly fished out your phone dialing Izuku’s number while speeding up. 

- “Hey angel w-”

- “Izu he is here. H-he is f-following me.” 

-You heard his feet hitting the pavement on the other line as he ran down the busy street, completely forgetting about the patrol he was on. 

- “Where are you angel?”

-Sharing your location with him you took a sharp turn and into a convenience store, walking to the very back and hiding behind a few shelves, your eyes glazing over as you heard the sliding doors ding as your ex stepped inside not even a minute after you. 

-When did he get so close?

- “Izu please.” 

- “I’m almost there Y/N, I’ll protect you I promise.” 

-You held your breath as footsteps got closer, Izuku’s breathing keeping you grounded as they echoed through the other line. 

-Dipping behind another shelf you zigzagged through the aisles hoping to lose him as you slowly and quietly made your way to the entrance, your plan being to run outside and find Izuku. 

-Your plan though was cute short when an arm wrapped tightly around your waist bringing you flush with a sturdy chest, your ex’s head dipping into your hair and breathing in your scent in an exaggerated sniff. 

- “You like the chase Y/N-chan~? I’ve got you now.” 

-Izuku’s panicked voice could be heard coming from your phone as he listened to your ex talking to you. 

-A whimper of your actual boyfriend’s name left your lips in an attempt to get away from him but his grip on you tightened making a sob escape you as tears cascaded down your cheeks, too many awful memories of your past relationship flooding your mind. 

-You wanted your Izuku. 

- “Aww baby don’t cry. And my name isn’t Izuku so don’t make that silly little mistake again because it doesn’t make me happy when you call out other men’s names. I got you now and everything will be back to normal in no time. Just you and me my sweet Y/N.” 

-You thrashed around, your hands clawing at the arm wrapped around your waist and the other one that was holding your chin. 

-In your panic you didn’t even hear the ding of the store’s doors as your boyfriend stepped in, eyes immediately locking on your crying features and the outer fear in your eyes as you ex tried kissing your neck.  

-It took him mere seconds to untangle you from your ex’s grasp and pull you safely into his chest, a punch flying right into your attackers jaw as he fell to the floor with a loud thud. 

-His hands went immediately to cradle your head near his chest, rubbing soothing circles on your back as you sobs wracked through your body. 

- “Shh angel, it’s me I’m right here shh. He can’t hurt you Y/N.” 

-Police sirens echoed outside as a few officers poured through the double doors, Izuku scooping you up and taking you outside trudging the familiar road to your shared apartment. 

-You wouldn’t let go of his hero costume as he calmly set you on your shared bed, whispering to you that he was only going to the closet to help you both change. 

-It took him a lot of time to actually calm you down and when he managed it he called his agency to inform them that he would be taking the day off. 

-The only thing he could do after that was hold you as close to his chest as he possibly could, reassuring you that he wouldn’t be coming anywhere close to you from now on that he was officially gone. 

Bakugou Katsuki/ Pro Hero! Dynamight

-It was a stupid argument that escalated and now he found himself crashing at Kirishima’s. 

-You two hadn’t talked for about a week now and Bakugou feared that you had had enough of him and you would break up if he called. 

-He felt awful.

-He just wanted to go back home to you, kiss you, hug you, be back in his normal routine with the love of his life but no he had to be stubborn and push you to your limits with a silly argument that he doesn’t even remember what the fuck it was about. 

-It was the third sleepless night for him and he couldn’t stop his brain from drifting to you and what you might be doing. 

-You on the other hand were terrified out of your mind. 

-Not long after Katsuki stormed out of your apartment you had started getting texts from an unknown number saying things like “He is finally gone” and “Now we can be together again dolly.” 

-The nickname had sent shivers down your spine, memories of your toxic/yandere ex flooding your mind. 

-Katsuki had helped you run away from him and heal after those dark days. 

-Walking to the kindergarten you worked at became a constant threat.

-You were always looking behind your shoulder for anyone who might be following you, coming very close to calling Katsuki more than once when you thought that you had caught a whiff of your ex. 

-You began asking your coworkers to walk home with you using the excuse that it felt kinda lonely walking alone.

-Things reached a tipping point when the photos started coming in. 

-Photos of you in your class helping the kids, on your way to the station to catch your train every morning and even from inside your own house. 

-Photos of you putting on one of Katsuki’s hoodies was filled with manic scribbles of the word stop as a big red circle was drawn around your boyfriend’s sweatshirt. 

-It terrified you and you wanted nothing else than to call Katsuki and beg him to come back. 

-But despite it all your worthless pride and ego got in the way convincing you that you would fight your ex with your own two hands. 

-All those thoughts were tossed out the window when you heard your ex’s voice outside your apartment’s door on a late Friday night. 

- “Dolly open the door~” 

-In less than a second you had pushed the kitchen table in front of the door, your fingers hastily dialing Katsuki’s number, tears already streaming down your cheeks as your ex pounded at the front door, his voice and pleas becoming more and more aggressive as the seconds ticked by. 

-Two agonizing minutes passed before Bakugou answered, his gruff voice reaching your ears from the other line as he answered with a short “What”

- “Katsu please h-he is trying to get in. H-he is at the d-door. I-I don’t know what to do.” 

- “Baby lock yourself in our room and try to barricade the door. After that hide I’ll be there before you know it.”

-You could hear a door slamming shut and his hasty steps coming through the other line. 

-Doing as you were told you locked your bedroom door, pushing your dresser in front of it as more bangs came from the front door the legs of the kitchen table scraping the floor as the door almost rattled off its hinges. 

-Ducking underneath your bed you let out a few whines to which Katsuki answered with reassuring words. 

- “I’m almost there baby, I’ll save you. Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry baby. I should be home with you right now keeping you safe from that lunatic. I’m sorry I love you so much.” 

- “Katsu please hurry please. I-I’m so scared. Please.” 

- “I can see our building don’t worry-” 

-A loud thud came from the kitchen and only a few seconds later something rammed into the bedroom door ripping another whimper from your throat. 

- “Oh my god Katsu he’s in our house!!” 

- “Y/N, dolly, why are you making this so difficult my love? I just want” *thud* “to love you” *thud* “the way you” *thud* “DESERVE!”

-In one finally push your dresser was finally knocked over as the door creaked slightly open, your ex squeezing through the crack a laugh and a breathy moan of your name escaping his lips as he stepped inside.  

- “Katsuki I lo-” 

-The only thing that Katsuki could hear was your scream as he barreled up the stairs to your apartment. 

-He was gonna skin that bastard alive for hurting you and then he would skin himself alive for allowing this to happen. 

-He will never forget the look of pure terror in your eyes as you ex was pining you on the floor, your eyes darting through the room desperately searching for a way to escape this. 

-Katsuki tackled your assailant, straddling his waist as he let punch after punch connect with the bastard's face as you cowered to the far corner of the room. 

-After a few minutes of relentless punching your ex was knocked out cold while Katsuki was cradling you to his chest, rubbing circles onto your scalp as you sobbed in his chest. 

-You don’t remember much of what happened later, too exhausted to process anything and too comfortable in Katsuki’s arms as he led you to Kirishima’s house to spend the night. 

-He refused to take you to a hotel, he thought you would feel safer in a familiar environment. 

-Kiri left you two alone as Katsuki prepared a bath and a change of clothes. 

- “Katsu…” 

-His name left your lips as a mere whisper and it broke his heart. 

- “I can’t go back to our house...He had been in there….he had taken pictures I-I” 

- “Shh it’s alright. It was getting kinda small for us anyways. Shh Don’t worry about it.” 

- “I’m sorry Katsu, I’m so sorry.” 

-It would take a lot of hard work to build up your sense of safety and he knew it but he was ready to give it his all for you. 

- “No need to apologize baby. You know I would do anything for you and your safety and I’ll be here next to you now matter what. I love you and I will never stop. You kinda have my wrapped around your finger, woman.” 

-You let out a weak giggle followed by an “I love you” of your own and a little peck on the lips, as you snuggled close to him, his arms bringing you safely to his chest in a way to calm your nerves. 

-You really did have wrapped around your finger.

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[blunky]

ok, you must tell about your omori blorbos now

@crimpeeeko You already know my blorbos, you cheater.

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

hnnn.... bbbbasil. I really love Sunny as well, but because I've been musing a lot about Basil through rp stuff, he's on my mind a lot. He's just a little guy, you see, and also has his mental illness and severe trauma that he has to work through. We don't see a lot of his thoughts in game, so that leaves a lot of room to fill in the blanks with endless headcanons for me to get attached to. He's a little guy with emotions too big to contain.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

Mewo!!! Oh my god, Mewo... She...

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

Captain Spaceboy for sure. He's got such good themes and powerful kicks. He needs to get far away from Sweetheart. Also he's got his dissociative identities, which has me rapidly making the eyes emoji.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

Keeper of the Castle. There seems to be so much symbolism going on with this thing, even if I don't understand every aspect of it. They're such an interesting and mysterious creature. What they expand on in the Hikikomori route is just really neat, especially 'cause it's not something you'd ever see in the main route.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

Basil is the very obvious choice, so I'm gonna pick Omori. He doesn't hate Sunny. He's not a malicious entity. He's protective, he was made as a coping mechanism to keep Sunny safe. Sunny is self destructive, and so that's how Omori is. It's not some struggle for control over Sunny's body, Omori isn't an evil split personality. He's an avatar. He's a construct. He cares for Sunny, because that is his role. It's such a good dynamic that I haven't really seen talked about in this way.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

Hero. He's gone through so much as a teenager, and then gets destroyed again when he learns the truth. Very tasty angst there. It's fun to think about what would cause the face of mr. perfect to crack in front of everyone, not just Kel.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

Goodbye, Basil.

[flooficandii]

galaxy sorbet thoughts ONCE AGAIN . maybe i'll list a few headcanons/scenarios. as a treat

EDIT::: wrote out some of the chamber parts bc it looks like the parts about him wanting astras arm are retconned. might update them sometime when newer interactions are revealed

some fluff, rambling, and minor angst at the end . lets go lesbians

nuniq holds astra's metal arm a lot. especially after missions. she makes sure to check for wear and damage. nuniq knows astra is mindful of when and when not to use her powers, but it's a habit to make sure she doesn't overexert herself.

when she does notice damage, she worries. she understands that astra's radiance is extremely powerful and, in that same sense, extremely taxing on her body. astra, being the little ray of sunshine she is insists that she's just fine and she'll heal eventually

yknow how in astra's character art you can see that her lips are a little red?

yeah this woman wears lipstick for sure and has bomb ass makeup skills (coming back to this later)

that bright shade of red really shows when they're kiss marks on nuniq's cheeks

and most of the time nuniq is unaware of them until you call them out lmaOOOOO

cue her being all flustered, trying to rub it off with her fur hood

she secretly enjoys it guys dont worry

nuniq doesn't really wear makeup a lot. the most she's worn is lip gloss, but that's about it

astra sees nothing but a perfectly blank canvas for her to work her magic on

so yeah, downtime where they don't really have to worry about missions,,, astra breaks out the kit and starts painting tf out of her face

nuniq isn't opposed to makeup actually and enjoys letting her gf be all artistic

speaking of artistic, astra's notebook probably has a whole page (..or two) just filled up with doodles of nuniq

sometimes portraits, sometimes silly stick figures

astra definitely doodles the most when nuniq's away on a mission

missing the gf thingz

imagine astra just humming and sketching in the kitchen and phoenix or jett take a peek at her notebook

*mutual nodding* "this gayass"

oh yeah astra definitely hangs out with aput when nuniqs away

aput LOVES her . her bracelets are very fun to chew on

and astra thinks aput makes a nice pillow

thinks about the three of them cuddling in bed,,,,mmmm,,,,,,

i noticed astra paints the nails on her right hand so i can imagine she paints a matching set

nuniq with golden nails and purple accents,,,,astra with silvery nails,,,, blue accents,,,

already mentioned this in the form of a doodle, but they watch space documentaries together!! theyre very trippy lmao

nuniq and astra's music tastes are pretty similar. both into chill music

just remembered chamber existed lets go

now nuniq isn't like... Wattpad Protective™ of astra but she definitely makes it known that she doesn't like him

chamber will Attempt to engage in small talk with astra while nuniq's in the room and then there's her passive-aggressively going "haha begone capitalist"

both of them shit-talk chamber. no this is not a suggestion

hm just realized chamber would try to get on nuniq's good side too since he's trying to gain astra's trust

i mean this part is subject to change if ever we get astra-to-chamber interactions in the next episode but we'll see :]]]

⚠️⚠️minor gore warning for these!! ⚠️⚠️

....white boy takes them shopping: the movie

nuniq doesn't feel remorse about killing mirrors, but killing astra's mirror does force her to take a breather

seeing frostbite creeping through her corpse, bloody bullet wounds in her head and chest caused by her own gun,,,, fucks her up a lil bit yknow

at the end of the day she has to swallow it up and reassure herself that she hurt her because she had to

it doesnt even immediately comfort her when astra greets her upon return

....she literally saw her lifeless body like hours ago so i wouldnt blame her

nuniq might avoid astra a bit for her own sanity but she does come around eventually

in the form of a sudden, unexplained hug in the middle of the night after nuniq slips into astra's quarters

so they spend time quietly talking until dawn, nuniq speaking up about her troubles and astra slowly turning it around with a few jokes to lighten the mood until they're just giggling and basking in eachother's presence

nuniq has no idea how astra does it. she always finds a way to cheer her up, keep her chin up even in the worst scenarios. she knows astra won't ask her to pay it back, but she tries to as much as she can

that's how much she cares about her

[aftgficrec]

oh wow!! ive finally caught the ask box open!! may i please get a fic or two where Neil genuinely goes off on the foxes about not believing that he doesn’t swing? as a demisexual it just kind of really bothered me that they still even after everything happened did not believe him. also!! maybe a few where he addresses and gets upset bout how they treat Andrew and them acting as if he’s soulless (bonus if it’s him going off on the monsters especially!!) all in all I want the confrontations to end on the foxes actually being sorry for their actions. I know I’m asking for a lot so don’t feel pressured to accomplish both tasks thank you so much!!!

Let me refer you to a number of previous recs that all feature fics that fit your ask nicely!  We have picked out some fics to showcase here. - S

Previous recommendations:

Neil snaps (about his sexuality) here

Demi-centric Neil fics here

Demisexuality talk here

Neil defends Andrew to the foxes here

Neil being protective of Andrew here

Neil snaps here

Just closed eyes with nothing behind by otatop [Not Rated, 10173 words, complete, 2019]

Sometimes, things happen first and anxiety follows. Other times, anxiety happens first and your brain tries to fill in the blanks of your memory. On bad days, it all happens at once.

Neil has a bad day and struggles with his sense of self.

Updated with Andrew's POV

tw: anxiety, tw: depression, tw: demiphobia

We Were Made in Pairs by bitwicre [Rated G, 2018 words, complete, 2018]

Neil finally gets fed up of his teamates nosiness about him and Andrew. Gets introspective about how much he belongs with Andrew and decides to shut them up with his own tragic backstory pain.

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture

TFC headcannons by Sugden_in_a_beanie [Not Rated, collection, last updated 2018]

Chapter 8 - A random idea that I fell in love with. [Rated G]

- OK so Neils doing press duty in his fourth year and everyone knew it was a bad idea but here we are.

together by badacts [Rated T, collection, complete, 2017, locked]

Chapter 31: Exception

Prompt: neil being pissed w/ his tongue untied + "Out of all the people, why the hell would you think Andrew and I would be violent towards each other?"

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced domestic abuse

headcanons about Neil being demi by @aceaaroniscanon [tumblr, 2017]

he’s aggressively firm about it once he’s comforted about the fact that it is a widely known case

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r.l. headcanons

hello again! i honestly need to pay attention in class but this is more fun. hope you enjoy! don’t forget to drink some water today <3

word count: 1.3k

-when you first started dating he was very reserved, even though you had been best friends before you two got together. when remus does open up he shows you how he feels completely, he doesn’t leave a detail out because he wants you to do the same, he wants to know about every thought that runs through your mind so he can be there for you

-he values communication more than anything, he hated feeling like he was never heard or understood because he never spoke openly about how he feels, so when he opened up to you he felt safer and relieved. it was something you both struggled with, but the two of you together realized it’s okay to open up. despite your silent agreement to tell the each other how you felt, you never forced the other to speak unless they were ready and completely comfortable

-whenever he senses that you’re having a bad day he’ll sneak off to your dorm while you’re in class and he’ll hide little things for you to find in places he knows you frequent (which means a lot since he somehow enjoys most classes and doesn’t want to miss anything)

-he’d hide your favorite sweets in your drawer, his jumper on your pillow and he’ll look for your comfort book and press flowers and notes in between the pages for you to find when you read

-whenever you’re sitting in the common room he likes to sneak up behind you and drape a blanket on your shoulders, then he proceeds to lay his head on your lap, letting your fingers play with his hair

-tracing his freckles and scars (sometimes you’ll try and find constellations that form with his freckles)

-you two will have picnics all the time, usually lasting hours

-you’ll sit on a blanket, sitting cross legged while facing the other and reading. he’ll nudge you with his knee whenever he wants to recite a line to you (usually something from one of keats letters to fanny which makes you blush because the ardour he recites them with is honestly so endearing and wholesome). or you’ll lay down, holding hands while looking at each other letting the breeze flow through your jumpers.

-he loves chocolate, this is a known fact, but if he’s eating it around you he will always make sure to offer you the final piece and he will repeatedly insist because he just wants to give you everything he possibly can.

 “remmmmm, stoppppp i don’t want any more chocolate, i'm serious. ” you’ll giggle pushing his hand away 

“no i am!”

“shut the fuck up sirius.”

-he’ll send you letters, even though you see each other everyday. he includes poems and little doodles, sometimes you two will have an ongoing conversation through letters, never mentioning it when you two are together

-he’ll always hide his face whenever he wears glasses, he abhors them and claims they don’t suit him, but in reality he looks so ethereal

-you two always study together, whenever you explain something, he makes it his personal goal to kiss you after every sentence

-he’ll be going on and on explaining something for potions and you’ll blank out just listening to his voice, watching him wave his hands everywhere and looking at his face in awe

“i’ve lost you haven’t i? i knew i was horrible at explaining.”

“no no no you’re just so-” you’d cut yourself off and kiss him because you didn’t even know how to describe how much you admire him

“i didn’t quite understand what you meant, mind doing that again so i fully understand?”

-slow dancing in his dorm while listening to records (imagine dancing together the michelle by the beatles, and he recites the lyrics to you softly)

-okay so the song i’ll try anything once by the strokes (even though it didn’t exist in that era), imagine reciting the lyrics back and forth to each other and your smiles would be so wide and it would be so pure and innocent and filled with love 

-you two just like being around each other, you could be sitting against his headboard while holding hands letting music play or you can just sit by the black lake while tossing pebbles without saying anything 

-he likes tracing the lines on your palms 

-he’s always in a trance when he’s around you, he loves you so deeply that he can’t help but compliment you every chance he gets. they’re often very soppy statements but you love hearing them either way.

“you look like an angel.”

“you’re glowing beautiful.”

“your mind is the most brilliant thing ever to exist.”

-whenever you hug, he wraps his arms completely around your waist and he buries his head in your hair. he likes lifting you slightly off the ground and swings you slightly from side to side

-you two make out a lot which surprises people because they didn’t expect remus to be so insatiable, especially in public 

-he loves kissing you on the cheek, he does it so much. you’ll be in the middle of talking or chewing or brushing your hair and he just does it and it melts your heart

-when you’re talking to someone he hugs you from behind and kiss your cheek and it’s so sweet

-he. giggles. so. much. sometimes for no reason he’ll start giggling and when you ask why he’ll just shake his head and continue giggling

-he uses so many ornate words whenever he talks, it’s hard to get a grasp on what he’s talking about half the time

-he gives amazing advice because he’s so compassionate, he never wants you or anyone around him to struggle or feel devoid of hope so he does everything in his power to figure out how to help someone, he’s so altruistic he forgets to take care of himself sometimes, but you’re there to look after him like he looks after you

-it had taken some convincing but he finally cracked down and let you join him and the marauders when it was the full moon. he was horrified of you getting hurt and he would never forgive himself if he was the cause of any of your pain.

-after your first night accompanying them you we’re a little roughed up, you had some bruises and cuts but nothing extreme as the other marauders made sure you didn’t get too close to him

-you spent the entire night with him in the hospital wing, sleeping on the stiff side chair

-when remus woke up he smiled seeing you curled up but his smile immediately dropped when he saw the cuts and bruises on your body, he felt tears slipping and the guilt he felt was consuming him. upon hearing his sniffles you opened your eyes slowly and panicked.

“rem, what’s wrong, what happened?” you’d ask while stroking his hair, kissing away the tears that slowly rolled down his cheeks

“i hurt you, didn't i?” he sounded so broken

“no, no, don't say that you didn’t okay? i knew what i was getting myself into, this isn’t your fault.”

“you can’t come anymore, i can’t stand to see you like this knowing i did it.”

“nonsense, you know that’s not true.”

eventually he cracks down and allows it under the condition that you stay in the shrieking shack whenever the marauders notice that he’s being a bit more aggressive

-after his transformation you’d take him to the prefects bathroom and run him a bath. he’ll be so burnt out but despite that he’s so adamant on cleaning you off, which you don’t allow. you both sit in the bath facing each other and you’ll wipe the dirt off him with a cloth, being careful for cuts, and wash his hair. it would be so quiet and intimate, all you’d hear is his breathing and the sounds of the water dripping from the cloth. eventually you’ll finish but he turns his back to you and rests his head on your chest, closing his eyes. you stroke his shoulder lightly, pressing kisses to his forehead as he thanks you and tells you how in love he is with you repeatedly