#and when she does she goes crazy and hates the color green

[gabityaby]

House of the Dragon is not pseudo feminist

You see, while yes, GoT had a lot more unnecessary sex scenes than was normal at the time (thus earning its reputation) and HotD came to change that, it didn't do it in a way that was meaningless or politically charged as one may come to expect, because while we do get the average nudity expected it's never just for the sake of shock value (yes, that suden scene change to the brothel was kinda shock value but hear me out) anymore, it has within a value to the storytelling, for example, the first shocking nudity i saw was the gelding ordered by Daemon in season 1, i personally was shocked to see it done but later on when Daemon is being criticized for it you can way more easily understand the level of violence the characters are speaking about, so it's about immersion basically, and yes, we still get needless nude scenes, like Aemond's full body shot, i do agree that nothing was gained except shock value but then again it could be argued that that is one of the elements of the adaptation. And yes, its true that female nudity, mainly of the main characters, is not so in the face as GoT would've had it, for example we do see Alicent naked for her bath and sex scene yet we never see her private parts, its always of her back or just her upper torso, and when you think about it, there really is nothing to add to the storytelling by showing that, we know she'd naked and she's vulnerable and open, it is all very well compelled by the actress so.

Another point i'd think important to make is that i highly doubt HotD is being pseudo feminist, rather i think it's tackling a very different aspect of feminism that the one we saw on GoT because in GoT we have a rather ample and varied selection of strong female characters throughout the world of ice and fire that show that even through hardships one may think unbearable they rise to the top to accomplish their wishes and desires, in HotD however its very different, in the book, while we do get a large variety of strong female characters, we do lack the personal descriptions that could be afforded in a novela rather than the historical account it plays as, so in that aspect i can understand the writers taking that as a boon to center the story in a limited amount of characters in a limited amount of connected settings.

Tangent aside, my point is that by having a centered storytelling (around Rhaenyra and Alicent) they can tackle the very important topic of the feminist vs the anti-feminist, and how do they do that? by looking at how the patriarchal society of Westeros allow Rhaenyra and Alicent to develop their character in a high-pressure high-stakes environment. One the one side there is Rhaenyra, as the daughter of the king she grew up wealthy and privileged with certain amounts of responsibilities that she has to fulfill to the realm and to her family, and while in her teenage years she rebeles against this seeking her own desires in the end she still marries, she still has children and she still fulfills her role as princess of Dragonstone, however it's in those liberties she took that the problem rises, because on the other side there is Alicent, while also rich and privileged she has to endure even more responsibilities set upon her by her father to her family and himself, and Alicent does not have the power to seek liberties as Rhaenyra does, and so she takes pride in finding her place in society, she reverts to religion for the comfort of the freedoms that she sees in Rhaenyra and knows she can't have, and when she becomes Queen she also becomes the enforcer of order in the court, in society, in her duty as the administrator of the King's household she takes pride in the world running just as her father would want it, in fact she constantly comes to him not just for guidance but for confirmation that everything she does is for a good thing, keeping order, but there is one black sheep that is just constantly out of her reach, one black sheep that keeps getting away with trampling tradition under her pretty foot, one black sheep that wants more that her place in society would have her take, Rhaenyra, the heir of the king, that just by having being named as such has upended years of tradition and so has embodied the truth that Alicent refused to accept all her life.

It's in the clash of these two that we see a more antique form of feminism, when suffragists were fighting for the vote there was always other women who stood against them, when the fight for their civil rights was raging there were always women who in the comfort of religion told everyone who'd listen that whatever they were fighting for was nonsense, when the fight for abortion started to this day there are women willing to burn down abortion clinics because they just couldn't stand another woman having the ability to choose, who just saw other women being worn down by the slot society put them and thought that by just accepting their place and swallowing the hard pill that their lives would improve immediately.

While not being as subtle as GoT was with their feminism, i think HotD cannot be accused of not having it, not only does it limit itself in the needles amount of shock value thirst traps ( if you want to see the actor in skinny clothing just go see their photoshoots, no need to rant for not having it on the show) but it does make a compelling case of showing that even women can bring down other women, be it out of spite or out of envy. Sometimes i go back to what Rhaenys said to Alicent: "You desire not to be free, but to make a window in the wall of your prison." I think the show couldn't have been more evident with their politics if they tried.

[into-fiction]

something short and ridiculous just for fun. inspired by an idea from @tweenlove-n-hate

also posted on ao3!

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Listen- Galinda isn’t actually sure how it happens, she swears. All she knows is one minute, Elphaba is there, she is standing in the room as Galinda closes her eyes and clenches her toes and waves that stupid, silly training wand through the air. 

One minute, Elphaba is there. The next, there is nothing but the plant. 

Yes. That’s right. A plant. A small, potted plant, of indiscernible species, rich green in color and with four skinny, slightly pointy leaves sticking out of the dirt. 

Galinda gapes at it, looking around as though waiting for Elphaba to jump out and say “gotcha!” She never does. Heart pounding, panic rising, Galinda steps up to the little pot. She leans down so her face is level with its leaves. 

“Elphie?” she whispers. 

The plant does not answer her, but she swears she sees a leaf wave. Fuck. 

She needs to get Fiyero. 

***

“What do you mean you don’t know?” 

“I mean I don’t know, Fiyero! One second Elphaba was here, and the next- poof! She’s gone! And that is sitting in her place!” 

Fiyero groans, rubbing at his temples. “You turned your roommate into a plant.” 

“I didn’t mean to!” Galinda wails. She’s been going crazy all morning, apologizing to the little plant, moving it into the sun, taking it out of the sun when she worried that would burn it. 

“I don’t know how to take care of a plant, Fiyero, help me!” 

“Oh, well, here’s a thought, how about turning her back into a person!” 

“I’ve tried that!” 

“What about Morrible?”

“Morrible? Madame Morrible? She would kill me!” 

“Well- you may have killed Elphaba!”

“I didn’t kill her- she’s right there!”

“As a PLANT!”

The conversation continues in that vein, none of which is all that helpful. Fiyero eventually leaves, saying he’ll see if he can find anyone who knows more than them about plant care. To care. For the plant. Which is also, possibly, maybe, probably, her friend. 

Galinda has owned exactly one plant in her life. It was a cactus. And it died. 

She may or may not be freaking out. 

***

Taking care of plant-Elphie is stressful. 

She needs water but not too much. Sun, but not too much. The room has to be warm, but not too warm. 

Galinda keeps moving the pot around, trying to find the place where it looks and feels the best. She watches closely for any signs, for the stems to wiggle or the leaves to wave. Something. 

“We have class soon, Elphie,” Galinda whispers. It’s been three hours. She’s already losing hair. 

“I know how much you hate to miss class.” Galinda sighs, tapping her nails on her chin in thought. She could just…bring Elphie with her. Surely, their professor wouldn’t mind. She’s quiet, non-disruptive. She can just sit on Galinda’s desk- that way she’ll still be able to listen to the lesson. 

“Okay, sounds like a plan!” 

Galinda continues to chatter to Elphie as she gets ready, frowning when she realizes that the little red pot Elphie is sitting in will clash with her uniform. “Hm.” Galinda doesn’t have time to wait for paint to dry and she has no other appropriately sized and colored pots on hand. 

Rustling around for her spellbook--cringing as she remembers what happened last time--Galinda flips to the bookmarked page for color changes. This is the first spell she ever mastered. Closing her eyes, she carefully casts the spell on the pot. 

Only the pot. 

She blinks one eye open cautiously, carefully, and beams when she sees it’s been a success. The little green plant now sits in a delightfully pink pot. “Perfect!” Galinda cries. She reaches over and pats a leaf gently with a single fingertip. “Pink goes so well with green.”

***

Galinda makes sure to bring Elphie to every class- her friends noting the green girl’s absence but accepting Galinda’s explanation with minimal raised eyebrows and questioning remarks. Galinda keeps a close eye on the pot, making sure it’s not too close to the edge of her desk where someone may bump into it and knock it off. 

In between classes, when usually she’d study with Elphaba, she instead takes some scrap pieces of cloth and stitches Elphie her own little bag, placing it carefully around the pot. She smiles, nodding sharply, and then turns back to her research on reversing spells. 

At lunch, she rocks back and forth on worried heels, eyeing the options and then eyeing the pot. “I don’t think plants eat food, Galinda,” Pfannee reminds her. “Just sun and water.”

“What about fertilizer?”

“Well, that’s to grow, right? How long do you expect Elphie to remain in there?”

He’s right. Galinda sighs. She was meant to go to the library later that day to try and find some new books to help her turn Elphie back. She’s a lovely plant, very pretty really, but Galinda would really rather have a human roommate. 

***

“It’s not working.” Galinda growls under her breath, resisting the urge to run her hands through her perfectly curled hair in frustration. She’s tried every reversal spell she can think of, and Elphie is still a plant. 

At this point- Galinda is going to have to give up and go to Madame Morrible for help. And then she’s really going to want to cry. 

“Oh, don’t be sad, Elphie. I promise I’ll figure it out.”

Galinda has now pinned a small pink bow to Elphie’s pot. Just to make her feel a little prettier. Her leaves were just a touch bland, not that Galinda would ever say anything. She’s not sure why Elphie isn’t a flowering plant. Elphie is much too beautiful to just be a handful of leaves. 

Galinda sighs, slumping down in her chair and reaching over to pull the pot to her chest, one arm wrapped securely around it. “I’ve got you,” she mumbles. “Don’t worry, Elphie. I’ll fix this.”

***

Galinda tries closing her eyes. She tries spinning around. She tries yelling and waving and leaping. She sticks her tongue out. She clenches her butt cheeks. She does just about every trick in the book, wand waving through the air, and she gets no closer to a human Elphie. 

It evening now, and Galinda had almost had a breakdown when she realized there’d be no sun. What if Elphie got cold? What if she got hungry? Plants ate sunlight, right? What if she starved to death overnight?!!

Galinda ends up calling the boys over, getting them to pore over books with her. Elphie sits carefully in front of the stack of books, a pen balanced across the top of her pot because Galinda didn’t want her feeling left out. 

“Anything?” Galinda asks, hours later. 

Both boys shake their heads sadly. Boq leans back on his hands, rolling his neck after hours spent bent over books. Galinda watches him anxiously. She’ll have to tell his girlfriend tomorrow if she still hasn’t fixed this. 

Nessarose deserved to know her sister is a plant. 

Actually. Speaking of--

“Where is Nessa?” she asks. 

Boq blinks at her. “She’s with her father today. He’s in town for something and wanted to meet up, so she’s not getting back until late tonight or early tomorrow morning.”

Oh, right. Elphaba had mentioned something about that. She hadn’t seemed very pleased her father was in town. 

Galinda goes back to her books, muttering spells to herself and glancing up occasionally to see if anything has changed. Elphie remains the same, skinny leaves shining in the lamplight. Eventually, Galinda knows they have to call it quits. 

She’ll need to confess everything in the morning. Dread pools in her stomach at the idea of facing Morrible. 

“Hey, Galinda, I think I figured out what kind of plant she is,” Fiyero calls out. He turns a gardening book around, tapping the page. “She’s an artichoke!” 

Galinda stares, horrified, for all of five seconds before she bursts into sobs. 

***

Perhaps it’s a cruel form of karma. The universe teaching her a lesson for being so very mean those first few weeks of school. 

Galinda shoos the boys out with tears still dripping off her cheeks, slamming the door shut and crossing the room to collapse in front of the little pot. She stares at it, sniffling loudly. 

“I’m so sorry, Elphie,” she says. “I didn’t mean to, I promise.”

Galinda checks how dry the soil is. She inspects the leaves for any spots or discoloration. She triple checks the thermometer telling her how warm the room is. And then, just in case, she wraps the pot in Elphaba’s favorite gray blanket and places it on her nightstand.

She sings to it as she goes about her nighttime routine, voice echoing through the room. Something soft and loving. Something sweet. And then, when there’s nothing else to do, she sits crosslegged on her bed with the pot in her lap, gazing forlornly at Elphie’s tiny leaves. 

The room feels a bit too big and empty with just her in it. She sniffles again, new tears crowding her eyes. She misses Elphaba, even if it’s really only been a single day. Even if she knows Elphie is right here, in her lap. 

It’s not the same. 

Galinda sucks in a shaky inhale. She blinks quickly, wiping at a stray tear with a knuckle. “Hey, Elphie?” she says quietly. “Can I tell you a secret?”

The plant doesn’t respond, but she really hopes its listening. 

“I really missed you today. We didn’t get to eat breakfast together. Or lunch. Or dinner. And we didn’t study after history. And we didn’t nap together after lunch. And we didn’t take a walk in the gardens before nightfall. And- And-” Galinda swallows hard, a real secret sitting behind her tongue. “And I really missed you.”

She had. It’s the truth. Even running around trying to figure this out all day, she kept turning to look for Elphaba. She kept reaching for Elphaba’s hand. She kept opening her mouth to tell her something or ask a question or seek reassurance. She hadn’t realized how important Elphaba had grown to her everyday life. 

How much Galinda needed her. 

Galinda brushes a fingertip down a soft leaf’s edge. “I need you, Elphie,” she whispers. “Please.”

Her eyes slide shut, her magic swells, and Galinda hopes and hopes and hopes. But when she opens her eyes, all she sees is the same four leaves, still and unmoving and unchanging. 

What if some spells are never reversible? 

Galinda places Elphie gently on her nightstand again, tucking her blanket around her. She has a cup of water waiting nearby in case Elphie is thirsty in the morning. She’s moved her nightstand so it’ll catch the sun’s first rays through the window. 

Lastly, Galinda reaches over and taps her finger gently against the edge of the pot, pulling on her magic and letting a wave of black coat the outer shell of the pot. After all- Elphie would hate to wear pink pajamas to bed. 

“Goodnight, Elphie,” Galinda whispers. “I love you.”

***

Sunlight wakes Galinda slowly, the blonde humming under her breath as she stretches languidly and cracks her jaw on a yawn. She blinks her eyes open, brow scrunching. Was she forgetting something? 

With a gasp, Galinda shoots up, looking over to her bedside table. Which. 

Is empty. 

Galinda screams. 

It echoes around the room, piercing and shrill, her foggy, freshly-woken mind flooded with panic. She’s still screaming when Elphaba bursts out of the bathroom door, toothbrush in her mouth and eyes wild as she searches the room for a threat. 

“What- What is it?! What are you screaming about?” 

Galinda gapes, mouth wide open. She stares and stares, Elphaba staring, bewildered, right back. And. Then. 

Galinda screams. 

It goes on for long enough that Elphaba dives across the bed and slams her hand over Galinda’s mouth. “Galinda!” Elphaba hisses. “You’re going to wake the whole school! What is the problem?”

Her voice softens then, hand loosening. “Did you have a bad dream?”

Galinda thinks she’s still dreaming, actually. “Y-you’re here,” she croaks out. 

“Um. Yes?”

“B-b-but-- The plant?”

Elphaba blinks, rocking back. After a second, her eyes light up with understanding. “Oh! That little guy. Yeah, I put him over there by the window, see? I about knocked him over when I bumped into your nightstand this morning, which- I don’t know why it was all the way out there.”

Galinda follows Elphaba’s finger to a little black pot on the desk by the window, four skinny leaves and a tiny pink bow. “I see you gave him a makeover,” Elphaba teases. 

Galinda swallows hard, mouth dry and head hurting. “He?”

“Uhhh. Or she, that’s fine. I don’t think plants have a preference.”

Galinda thinks she may combust. “You- you aren’t a plant?”

“What?” Elphaba huffs out a startled laugh. “Um, no? No, I’m pretty sure I’m very human.”

Galinda squeaks, scrambling out of her bed. She sways, blinking spots from her vision as Elphaba reaches for her. “You were never a plant?”

“Nnnoo…Galinda are you okay?” 

Galinda looks at the pot. She looks at Elphaba. She looks back at the pot. 

She kind of wants to scream again. 

“I-I-I thought--”

“Wait.” Elphaba’s lips twitch, laughter bubbling in her chest. “Did you think I turned into a plant? That plant?”

Galinda’s veins are shaking. “Yes!”

“Why in all of Oz would you--”

“You weren’t here! You disappeared! And-and- there was just that in your place!”

Elphaba laughs openly now, nearly doubling over in mirth. “Galinda,” she wheezes. “Galinda, I told you I was leaving and going with Nessa into the city. You were so locked in on whatever spell you were practicing that you weren’t paying me any attention.”

Galinda gapes at her, breathless. 

“I got the plant as a joke, remember? From the gardening club?” Elphaba shakes her head fondly. “You weren’t listening to a thing I said yesterday morning, were you?”

Galinda thinks she’d very much like to be a plant now. 

“So, so you were never--” 

“I can assure you, I was never a plant. I was in the city all day. Nessa can vouch for me.”

A beat passes. All the air gusts out of Galinda and she collapses back to the bed with a groan, flopping onto her back and throwing an arm over her face. “I spent all day--” 

Elphaba laughs again. “Well, I guess that explains the black paintjob. Though- a bow? Really?”

Galinda moves her arm to glare upward. “The whole pot was pink yesterday,” she sniffs. 

Elphaba cocks a single eyebrow. 

“Hey! Pink goes well with green.”

At that, Elphaba grins, rolling her eyes fondly. “It so does,” she finishes. 

She’s still chuckling to herself, backlit by morning light in a way that creates a little halo around her figure. Her eyes are mirthful and bright, her teeth flashing in a smile. She looks so--

She’s so--

Oz, Galinda had missed her. 

“Hey, Elphie?” she questions. She swallows hard, looking at the plant one last time. “Tell me a secret.”

“What?” Elphaba blinnks, thrown. “We only do that at night,” she reminds. 

Galinda gives her a shaky, nervous smile. “You weren’t here last night,” she whispers. “And I really missed you.”

Elphaba softens, reaching out and taking Galinda’s hand when the blonde waves it around in the air. She moves closer, standing over Galinda’s flopped down form. “I missed you, too,” she says gently. 

“Really?”

“Really.”

Galinda smiles, dimple popping and eyes crinkling. A feeling like honey spreads through her, slow and warm. She doesn’t want to wait until tonight. She doesn’t want to wait another second. 

“Hey, Elphie?”

“Yeah?”

Galinda slowly turns their joined hands over, palms up, Galinda’s hand cupping Elphaba’s. There, sprouting in the center of Elphaba’s green palm, is a single brilliant poppy. A little plant magic. For luck. 

“What’s this for?” Elphaba asks. 

“For you.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you.”

The poppy quivers, its petals shaking as Elphaba does. She gapes down at Galinda, emerald eyes wide. Then--

“I love you, too.”

Galinda beams. Elphaba blushes. The poppy dances. On the desk by the window- a little plant stretches just a little taller. 

[vivicas-dollhouse]

Crp in the psych ward!?!?!?

What in the world made this idea real? Idk

Genre: headcannons

Characters: ticci toby, jeff the killer, masky/tim, clockwork, kate the chaser, nina the killer

Desc: i dont know what compelled me to do this, i just did. This whole thing is just "what ifs", none of them would ever ACTUALLY go to the ward i dont think, im just really loopy on muscle relaxers

Cws: Mental hospital lingo like bootyjuice and the quiet room, ik that was a trigger for me for YEARS so i thought id mention it. (If you dont know bootyjuice is a thing injected in the ass that knocks you out for hours) (crazy shit man), and general mental illness talk

Enjoy?

Toby

-is in the ward for psychosis related homicidal ideation

-is THE BIGGEST DICK TO THE STAFF

-he starts fights immediately, bro is in there to find targets

-he WILL need to be bootyjuiced. Multiple times.

-hes also a huge flight risk, he gets his green band the last day hes there

-speaking of which, hes probably in there for 10+ days

-he doesn't make it easy on staff, he throws snacks at them and stuff

-he wont take his meds. Unless its a sleeping pill, then he will

-he loves snack time, but HATES that he cant bring it into his room

-he also is not a fan of hygiene, stinky rat

- “i dont st-stink, i sh-showered 3 days ag-ago,”

-he doesn't change unless forced to, its not a fashion show

-he hates the groups, he just straight up bed rots until hes forced to leave his room

Jeff

-he is in there for something insane, like he killed a man (or at least tried to) or something

-instantly gets sent to the high risk ward

-he calms down a bit after being bootyjuiced to high hell for breaking shit and starting a brawl

-he is placed on 1 on 1 immediately, that poor tech

-he picks up a couple assult charges while hes there, both on staff and other patients

-has to be put in the quiet room a lot

-he definitely goes from person to person taking their snacks

- “you gonna eat that? You definitely shouldn't, you could go months without eating and not feel a thing piggy bitch,”

-will try to go ada but is kept there anyways

-he is LIVID at the no blankets in the dayroom rule

-he stays in the same sweatpants and hoodie the whole time. No shoes either, grippy socks are superior

-easily 2 weeks in the ward MINIMUM

-doesn't go to group and doesn't talk to doctors, is only released because they cant keep him for longer

Masky

-is admitted for psychosis/hallucinations

-he is instantly asking to smoke, and will pester the staff asking when the next smoke break is until the doctor prescribes a nicotine patch to help with cravings

-he stays in the dayroom most the time, hes not terribly tired. just mentally

-he takes medications and works with doctors because it means he can leave sooner

-he gets a journal to write in to keep sane, its not much but anything helps

-he goes to group but doesn't talk much, he doesn't like the idea of trauma dumping to strangers

-he complains about the food and the lack of variety but he doesn't turn it away or anything

- “it aint good but im hungry enough to eat a rotting horse corpse so itll have to work,”

-changes and does hygiene daily, and washes clothes when given the chance

-the only thing thats getting him through this is the idea of a good burger, a large Dr Pepper and a pack of marlboros at the end of this

Clockwork

-is admitted for ptsd paranoia and flashbacks lasting for hours

-shes only going in if shes forced to

-she is not lucid, just straight up tweaking

-she calms down a bit once she realizes no one can get in or out without a master keycard

-she is a coloring queen, she wants to color and draw all the time

-she stays in the dayroom because she feels anxious about sleeping in the same room as someone else but eventually she is able to go to her room when she's exhausted and a tech promises to sit outside her door

-she doesn't really want meds but she takes the anxiety meds shes prescribed and they really help

- “damn this is the good shit huh?”

-she will be there for about 5 days because they cant really treat ptsd/paranoia in a hospital so she gets referred to outpatient

Kate

-in the ward for suicidal ideation and drug related psychosis

-shes quiet, rocking back and forth while she's anywhere but her room

-she stays in her room most the time, only coming out for snacks and doctors. She will always be first in line for snacks

- “whens snack time, and whats the snack?”

-she doesn't go to group that much, its too loud and mind numbing

-she doesn't talk unless she has to, shes still suffering from withdrawals and is very tired

-she gets green band quickly but doesn't leave the unit unless its to go outside or if shes being forced to go to the cafeteria for once

-she trys to change clothes but it takes too much effort to try and get up. depression is rough man

-she does enjoy a nice hot shower at the end of the day, but she hates how the bathrooms dont have real doors

-she takes meds willingly, she wants to get better despite her line of work

Nina

-is admitted for a prolonged manic episode

-she is a NIGHTMARE

-she isnt screaming on purpose, but shes so manic and talking so fast its loud

-she gets diagnosed with bipolar pretty quickly but fights doctors when they try to make her take meds

-she gets bootyjuiced for starting catfights with people at least 3 times

-shes put on high risk because she wont eat anything non-vegan and even then she barely eats

- “dont you guys know eating makes you ugly?? You have no idea what they put in that meat, fuck even the dairy you-” (ramblings)

-she fully girlrots because shes not allowed to have her cool clothes or 8 million accessories or makeup

-she does shower bc they let her bring in most her shower routine stuff and she showers a LONG TIME

-she makes friends and expects the friendships to last after the hospital but they do NOT. They never do.

[sillygoofybrain]

Avengers (Loki) brainrot

I saw a post one time that talked about the inhuman parts of the Avengers but it was a tumblr screenshot on Pinterest so I will probably never find it 😭

anyway. my turn.

Tony: Smells like a new computer at all times. like the fresh metallic scent ykwim. its bc of the arc reacter.

also when you hug him (if you're the right height) it has a sound

Bruce/Hulk: yk how some people are too pretty so god puts a visible vein in their forehead? yea. his turns green btw.

he can also do the hulk voice. like people make him do it at parties. he hates it

also you might get radiation poisoning symptoms if you're around him for too long. yeah sorry about that. he's sorry too

I like to think that he gets urges to break things just like the hulk does. like he'll be in the lab with Tony and he'll throw glass across the room and Tony's like ermm.. what was that... and bruce just goes and gets the broom with a stupid little sigh. the man is also an avid pop can crusher. and styrofoam cup picker ater. and bubble wrap popper etc etc

Vision: Smells like the air from a computer fan iykwim.

completely hairless. doesn't sweat. he does, however, overheat. he cant be in the sun for too long in the summer because he will start mixing up words and miscalculating movements and such.

social fumbles. just a little faux pas every once in a while. just enough to remind you that he's not quite human. almost. you would almost think it was autism (I'm projecting)

Thor: Static. electricity. everywhere. he will accidentally shock you. ik what you're thinking, "hes been alive for over a thousand years, I'm sure he has it under control by now??" and youd be right!!he does!! by asgardian standards. his pain tolerance is so high that he cannot feel himself shocking you. you will suffer. you will have staticky hair and clothes. beware.

earth animals act a little funky around him. I go by movie logic, so allspeak isn't a thing. cats fluff their tails, dogs whimper, birds flee, deer react like he's a walking headlight. do not take this man to the zoo

Natasha: Pain tolerance through the roof. if she stubs her toe she says oops/shit and keeps walking. and this only happens when shes drunk btw. otherwise she's far too aware of her surroundings to ever stub a toe.

speaking of her when she's drunk, I cannot explain to you how much alcohol it takes to get this woman even remotely intoxicated. she's lucky Stark's rich

she's got the uncanny valley stare down pat. she will give you the creeps for fun.

random things trigger her btw. she's just good at hiding it. trains, the color red, the letter M, The number 7, Fast movements. she's too introspective for therapy so she just talks to Clint.

Wanda: low empathy icon. I love thinking of her as a real previous test subject kind of person. like in her first movie. she has seen the worst of humanity and she doesn't ever want to be surprised ever again.

I also think she gets cramps in her hands after overusing her powers

Pietro: prefers to do stuff using his speed, but that doesn't mean he's immune to motion sickness

muscle cramps go crazy. twins

Steve: Stretch marks galore. he literally grew like 2 feet in 30 seconds. they healed quick bc super soldier serum but they def left scars

Muscle spasms. breaks glasses regularly

bonus:

Loki: Smells like whatever you want him to. it's part of the glamour.

6th sense for when people are lying. he's the good of lies, he can tell. Spidey sense type shit

heightened senses, even past asgardian standards. he was raised as a picky eater, but it was just because he could taste every separate flavor in the food

speaking of, he prefers plain food. not that he can't appreciate some seasoning, it just takes him a minute to process.

hngggughfhfjkhogdsr there's more in my brain but it's not coming out

idk I might make a part 2

update : FOUND IT

[helluva-insomniac]

Headcannons for Hazbin Hotel characters pt. 1

Aaaaaah it’s coming out in January!!!!!

Charlie-

She moved out the second she could, not to get away from her parents but to be on her own

Her favorite holiday is Halloween, once the humans started giving out candy she was ALL for it

If she has nowhere to squeal or put her energy she stims with her hands like crazy

She gets a stutter when she’s nervous

Her favorite color is green

She’s VERY smart with knowing where to put her power, barely using it unless she really wants something or her people are in serious danger

Vaggie-

Charlie found her almost immediately after she fell, and Charlie is the only one who knows her full story

She refuses to admit her favorite color is red because “we’re in hell, vaggie, everything is red”

Is lactose intolerant

She can play the violin really well

Before even Angel got to the hotel, she made weird noises and sang a lot when going through the halls, but that stopped real quick as soon as people started coming to the hotel

Angel-

Oh boy can he not do taxes!! The mafia never paid them so when he first got out he almost went to jail twice

He started smoking at like 12 as was the norm in his time

When he was little and his mother had just died, the times his dad and brother were forced to take him somewhere, he always stood right next to them unmoving but if he so much as looked in the wrong direction his father would roughly squeeze his arm and although Arackniss was encouraged to do the same, he was a lot more gentle

He never once in his life or death ate ice cream, claiming that it was “off brand gelato” and “I refuse to be westernized, Charlie”

Was DEFINITELY nicknamed Tony

Alastor-

This one has been headcannon’d so much it’s basically cannon, but he’s REALLY good at cooking

Frequently plays games like boggle with his shadow, somehow he always comes so close to winning but never does

Along with that, he organized a bi-weekly game night at the hotel (his shadow is not allowed to participate. Alastor wins)

He always smiles because his mother told him to, but also because the first time he killed someone he was so out of it that his only response was laughter, and that’s the only reaction he had to killing people after that

Requested the largest and best suite in the hotel, but he almost never uses it because he doesn’t need to sleep and he has his radio tower. Unfortunately, he has to start using it because Vaggie threatened him the hotel actually took off

He bites. That’s why he has the 5 foot rule, and sometimes Angel tries to see how close he can get to Alastor before being bitten, and for some reason Angel never gets bitten? (It’s because Alastor is too smart for that bs and it’s safer to not respond to Angel’s dumbassery, lest he fall victim to the spider’s sexual advances)

He goes golfing !!!

Husk-

Doesn’t even have a hotel room cause he just passes out everywhere

Will never admit it but he sees Niffty as a kid sister

He pretends to be uninterested in whatever convos going on at his bar but he totally listens in and loves gossip (he gossips with Niffty 110% of the time they’re around each other)

Angel sometimes puts aluminum foil on things because he’s bored, and Husk claims not to be afraid of it because he’s a PERSON not a cat but totally jumps out of his fur and gets v scared of it. He hates it

He hates spiders

Niffty-

Gossips with ANYONE and everyone

Is only in Hell because she was cleaning up after a crime (that was her job)

Her only friends were men because they were her employers

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What's your oc all about? (please dump every piece of lore and information below please please please)

OOO THIS IS GONAN BE INTERESTING! So. let's start with his VERY TRAUMATIC BACKSTORY.

His full legal name is Niall Ardolf, he was born on May 14th and he's currently 25. He's gay but he lost the love of his life. He's half french half american and he was born in Marseilles in a super poor family. His dad works to put smth on the table. His mom died when he was born due to birth complications. He had a big sister who later died. He became an orphan after his dad went ''missing''. He ran away with his sis and found a very religious church who took them in. They were very abusive (AND!!! the ''church'' was actually a cult). He was inlove with the priest's son. They were together in secret. The priest found out and then he sacrificed his sis as punishment towards the ''god''. He also killed his own son (aka Niall's lover) to punish his son for being gay and for literally caring for Niall. Niall basically lost everything he had and kindaaa crashed out and started going violent. There was someone tho who was by his side and she helped him escape the cult. He now keeps his sister's and his lover's clothes and bones and he obsessively protects them. He is a cannibal and he lives with the cannibal woman who protected him (who's basically an immortal ice spirit who can die if her human vessel is destroyed) and a child who they took in. They're trying to live a happy life together now :3

EVEN MORE ABOUT NIALL!!

•He loves nature, drawing, painting, exploring.

•He is super disorganized, messy.

•He loves grandpa sweaters purely for the reason that they’re super comfy and easy to put on.

•He is very paranoid about his and his (new) family’s safety.

•He is allergic to pollen.

•He has slight anger issues, will prolly throw hands if you annoy him too much.

•Honestly he wants a break from life.

•Bc of him growing up poor and in a very religious cult, he actually doesn’t know a lot about holidays except for birthdays and Christmas.

•He loves his hair, literally would never cut it.

•He can dance but he is embarrassed and insecure.

•He’s a chronic nail biter.

•He loves playing with other people’s hair.

•He hates sea food.

•He’s half blind from permanent injury.

•He is very flexible, he can fit into a washing machine.

•He’s 5’3.

•He is athletic, got pretty good breath control and is acc strong BUTT he’s impulsive and stubborn land sometimes even reckless

•He is a salad fan (Caesar salad to be specific).

•Can’t swim, has thallassophobia.

•Smokes to cope.

•He sleepwalks (MF would show up at the edge of ur bed watching u sleep).

•He’s a heavy sleeper

•He STILL has nightmares and nightmares terrors.

•He’s left handed.

•Doesn’t differentiate jokes to the real deal.

•He has THE VOICES.

•When he’s starving he goes into this animal state/adrenaline state. He goes batshit crazy until he hunts down the closest living thing and eats it (animal or human). He snaps out of it and he will always feel bad.

•He’s loyal, a bit too honest and insensitive.

•He’s colorblind (he can’t see green and red).

•His favorite colors are green and blue (doesn’t make much sense but do you think he does??).

•He’s not very tech savvy.

•Never went to school, kinda stupid academically bc of that.

•He can speak French and English.

•He hates “ur mom” jokes and “dad left for milk” jokes.

•He hates mint.

STILL ADDING!!!

[lanaactuallyabanana]

Okayyy, so I decided since the last matchup I asked for ended up being *cough* The name we do not speak *cough*, I decided Imma ask for a redo on this cause... Yeah, I think you can tell why lol. I've changed since last year and that's gonna be noticeable in the updated matchup!

5'6 with semi-long, wavy, brunette hair and amber eyes. I have lots of freckles and glasses that have a black, square frame. In Summer, I usually wear pants and a tshirt, or shorts and a sweater. If I'm not wearing that, I'm probably wearing a dress. (Outfit reference is at the bottom). I have received a lot of support when it comes to my anxiety and while I have my moments, I am more comfortable being loud and energetic out in public. I'm a cat person and my love language is physical touch/affection, that hasn't changed in the slightest. I'm super big of PDA, I love hand holding, kissing, etc. Obviously nothing too much. No making out in public, just like pecks on the cheek.

To narrow down some other stuff, I'm straight, but no hate goes to the LGBTQ+ community, they super chill. I love nicknames, love stuffed animals, and love love love band. I'm a flute, as you know, and while I do suck at practicing, I'm not bad at it. I've met all my super duper close friends through band (including Jackie, she's a retired Saxophonist). I have a music stand in my room.

Or

Just for reference, I do like brighter colors like blues and oranges and reds and purples or violets.

Also, just to give a vibe check for the matchup:

Spotify ✅

YouTube ✅

Books ✅

Pinterest ✅✅✅✅✅

Take your time getting to this, I know I'm kinda flooding your inbox!

Eat, drink lots of water, take time to rest, take your time getting to this!!!!

-Kenzzzz :))))

i literally love hearing about you guys and your personalities, matchups are so funsies for me teehee (some of yall might think im a lil crazy for this matchup but trust the process)

, streamer matchups !

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you have been matched with ... dream!

okay the first thing i thought about was height, i know some ppl dont rly care about it BUT

if you're 5'6...

and he's 6'2...

do we see the vision????

okay but srsly the height difference would actually drive people insane (including me.)

also yalls eyes would be so contrasting yet so complimenting towards each other (your hazel eyes + his green eyes)

y'all doing sorta matching outfits

like not completely the same print/pattern or that kinda thing

but like similar colors or formal/casual wear if that makes sense

just outfits that compliment each other cause its cutesy

hes the type of person to also comfort you in times when ur anxious or nervous in any situation

he could literally be on a meeting call but if he sees you needing him for something, he'll hang up instantly

you're the most important thing in the world to him out of everything

he loves holding your hands like holy shit

you have to pull this mans fingers off you so you can grab something or go somewhere else

the hand size difference omg im screaming

hugs omg

either hug you from behind from your waist or normal hugs but he'll lean down and place his head on your head

he loves to help you practice (former band kid writing this 🙋‍♀️)

page flipping on your stand

if you ever need a tuning he'll have it tuned asap for you

he has a metronome and tuner app on his phone for you

you helping him with music stuff

he loves getting your opinion on everything he does cause he trusts u sm

hes also constantly giving you stuffed animals

OMG YOU KNOW HOW PPL USED TO COLLECT SQUISHMALLOWS AND HAD THAT LITTLE ROPE THING ON THEIR WALLS HJDHASHSSD

he prob built something like that for you cause he kept giving you so many

no complaints here tho 🤷‍♀️

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i loved writing this tehehehehehehehehhehehe !!! i hoped u guys enjoyed!

thank you to @catswithroses for the lovely ask <3

please support me and my writing by liking, replying, commenting, reblogging and following me! it means the world

love u guys xoxoxo

[lazy-active-me]

Heyyyoo!! I have some questions hope you answer

1) how old are you

2) what’s your hobbies

3) do you have a partner/crush

4) where do you live (if you dont want to answer it’s alright)

5) what’s your fav color

6) do you mind me stalking you (not a creep just in love with your thoughts don’t hate me lol)

7) what’s the max age gap you can bear for relationships

8) your fav food

9) fav movie

10) what makes you happy the most

Love you xoxo,

🧊🧊🧊🧊🧊

1. Well age we covered just recently…

2. hobbies? Too many… Classic ones are doing sports, games, arts, music, animals, books, film, manga, anime, nature… uncommon is probably more like… imagining how things could work differently… like what if we could change the way how schools works… or would it not be cool to have a watch that could help you with how much you should be eating the day… or like what does it need to change the climate…

3. I did have a partner. I believe once you loved someone truly you will always love them. But you can not force anybody to love you back. So if they stop to choose you. And you can not make them change their choice you have to let them go. I will always be open to love. And I will not compare anybody to her. Since you are you and she was she. It takes a while for me to really form a crush on somebody I think… I have to get to know you a bit… so I see people who I am like hey they are interesting. But not a real crush… where I am like… hey you are all over in my head so that everything feels like I just want to see them again and talk with them.

4. an old town in Germany, but I want to live by the seaside one day, where the weather is warmer all year round I think. But mostly because I don’t like swimming in cold water all that much… and there is more time for flowers and greenery in warmer areas.

5. huh that is tough… I used to draw and paint and did art history as a secondary subject… so I live many colors… today… today it is a dark green, but it might be a light blue tomorrow… dark green as in the one of a melanochrysum, it is a soft dark green… calming and feeling like a soft embrace by Persephone

6. Not at all 🤣

7. I think it depends on the person and how they feel. Though I think if it goes to 20 ish years it is too crazy, so let’s say roughly 10ish? I do have to say though me and my ex were 5 years a part and we were thinking it was a lot at the time… but yeah later on it is not that much you know… like I was 24 and she nineteen when we got to know each other. She started her studies and I was about to finish mine.

8. Food 😱 Well tough call again… I used to live vegetarian for a couple of years… but more in the sense of that I think it is not good too eat so much meats and I do not want to make animals suffer. So yeah… else I like a lot of different styles, but I am not a big fan of shrooms… But let’s say… I guess I could eat porridge all year round… just mix spices fruits and temperatures up and maybe change up the nuts and crunchiness of the oats… also works on trails… but I like it more with some milk alternatives than water… though I do eat almost anything elsewise, enjoy my Mexican, Indian, Asian, Italian, Turkish, almost any kind of food.

9. tough one again…

I like seven pounds… good will hunting… soul… transporter… The picture of Dorian grays multiple versions… dead poet society… herkules… ex machina… twelve years a slave, green book… last samurai… 28days… Balto… Charlie… step up…

I love different feelings… so I enjoy a good movie which can show some. Or which make you think of things… but also documentaries… kiss the ground is great. My octopus teacher… David Attenborough… I am a fool for many things

10. that is probably… feeling a connection and doing things together…

Like connection… can be petting a dog on the street or dancing in the kitchen (I ain’t good at it…) cooking sth with somebody (and I am shy so only happens if I know you well) listening to music… sunshine on my skin… by now hugs where I feel like they mean sth… a bird flying by… paddling down a river and fooling around every now and then. Seeing somebody happy and excited. Small gestures that show me you care… Yeah small things can make me really happy… I would be fine traveling the world slowly and working odd jobs, just experiencing it. But also fine living at the ocean, doing sports, discovering a country. Would also be able to live in a cabin in the woods though.

[god-i-love-my-ocs]

jun !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Name: Jun/June (How is it spelled? No one knows!)

Age: Unknown (assumed college age)

Pronouns: Goes by both He/Him and She/Her; no preference!

Sexuality: Definitely homosexual!

Favorite color: Yellow

Physical Attributes: Lanky, skinny; olive complexion. Black floppy hair cut short, very thick. Bright (HUGE!!!) brown eyes and freckles dotting cheeks and bridge of nose. Tiny nose, wide smile. :] 5’2”!!!

Favorite Attire: Y2K type shit!! Light zip-up hoodies with low-rise jeans adorned with all those jewels and bright sewing! If not those he usually likes vintage graphic tees in bright colors, pastels specifically!! LOVES BARRETTES!!!! His favorites are those that have celestial or magical girl-esque designs, like wings, stars, and diamonds. Gold and silver jewelry for days!!!! Usually wears one pair of black sneakers—doesn’t care much about shoes, but has been known to customize sneakers every blue moon. Big fan of boxers with grid designs! Tartan, madras, tattersall, anything with multiple colors!!

Personality: THE DEFINITION OF THOSE GOOD MORNING/NIGHT GIFS WITH THE SPARKLES AND SHIT ALL OVER THEM!!! It’s like you can hear the emoticons when he speaks. Very exaggerated and bubbly mannerisms and expressions. ITS CRAZY!!!! Nobody knows ANYTHING about her lowkey, they all just know it’s a mask to hide something!!! Y’know ENA? And how she does like little looping animations? That’s kinda how Jun exists!!!! God I love the horrors

Backstory: She barely lets ANYBODY into her backstory, so nobody knows it!!! All we know is he doesn’t talk to his parents AT ALL nor his siblings!!! Also is apparently very wealthy… hmmm…

Likes:

Magical girls!!!

Green tea :]

EDM and nightcore

Dancing

Takoyaki

Those little scented erasers that look like food or animals

Dislikes:

God he hates his parents

Families

Doctors and dentists

Debby downers

Extra/Notes:

Yes, he HAS eaten slime before.

Intersex!!!!

Good friends with Montana :]

Nobody has found his birth certificate!!! Is June even real?? No!!!!!!

Writes those insane text chains about if you don’t send this to 20 people a dead girl with come into your room at 3 am and NEVER elaborates on who sent them or who made them!!!! The group gets them constantly!!!!

Huge nihilist and cynic. Yay!

LOVES CREEPYPASTA!!!! ESPECIALLY JEFF THE KILLER!!!!

[druidgroves]

big thank to @bunfey for sending me asks abt my baldur's gate girlies !!! putting them all together so i don't spam the dash <3

It doesn't take much to embarrass Dianthe and her wild magic--usually the source of her embarrassment--does nothing to help this. She was raised as a noble and her family already sees her as an infernal stain on their lineage (she has also more than once made a fool of herself or her family in front of other nobles, earning more of her parent's shame). This is why she hates when she has to appear in court or at important events with her family because something embarrassing almost always happens--they usually let her stay home unless absolutely necessary. She also hates performing magic in front of people for this reason and part of why her wild magic goes off like it does is because she's too busy worrying about doing something embarrassing.

Feron is incredible chill. The chillest druid this side of Faerûn. Impossible to fluster...when she's in animal form. She most often gets embarrassed after doing a social faux pas when out of wildshape because she doesn't realize she's done something wrong until everyone is staring at her like she's crazy and she's just like "...did i say something stupid." She was raised by a hag during her adolescent years and then was taken in by a ranger who was just as socially inept as Feron was, she didn't have a chance in hell.

Dianthe thinks she looks best in dark gemstone colors (usually blues or greens), since her entire being is incredibly bright. She can't help but draw attention to herself and does her best to downplay it by dressing in darker, more unassuming clothing. She actually looks the best in bright pastels but that's too far outside of her comfort zone.

Feron supposes she looks alright in green and prefers a natural color palette over all. Whether or not she actually looks good in them isn't her biggest concern, as long as whatever she's wearing is practical.

Dianthe trusts those who put their trust in her as well. She has good insight on people and how they'll react to her (a skill honed when she was young and was constantly having to gauge how people take to her and in what ways). As long as the person isn't doing awful horrible things, Dianthe will generally put as much trust in someone as they do her, which can be a bit hard when it comes to friendships with people like Shadowheart and Astarion.

Feron is generally mistrustful of most people, places, and things, but can you really blame her? Mad Margaery instilled in her that she could not trust anyone completely and for a very long time living with her adoptive ranger dad, always had a fear that he would eventually turn her out. It takes a lot to earn her trust entirely, but once you do, she is unerringly loyal.

Dianthe has always been a bit fidgety, coming from being constantly worried about how she presents herself. She's constantly fixing her hair, smoothing out her clothes, etc. and you will never see her very still for long. She is trying to cultivate her image !!

Feron can spend aaaaages doing nothing. One of her favorite pastimes is wildshaping into various creatures and just. chilling. experiencing the world through whatever beast she is. Different wild shapes provide something new each time so she never really gets bored.

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COD Headcanons!!

Pt 2 b/c you guys loved these sm

Relationship hcs!!

Price:

Good chef, GREAT at bbq

Taps his phone screen too hard and squints at it

Googled “Pegging” because Soap told him to

Regrets it dearly

“I’m just going to rest my eyes” and falls into comatose for 8-10 years

Was the best man at Laswell’s wedding and still cries today thinking about it

Does the dad-sneeze thing

Supporter of small businesses

Vanilla > chocolate ice cream will get into a heated argument over this

Will put on a 19th-century oil tycoon accent when asking questions about technology to make light of the situation

This started when he didn’t know how to change the wallpaper on his iPhone

Laswell does an incredible impression of his impression

Crazy emetophobia

HOLIDAY DAD! Absolutely shite with gifts but will wake up at 3 am to set up everything and give you a good holiday

Very comfortable in his masculinity from raising two daughters, made sure to teach himself how to raise them to be smart and safe, and actively does his best to keep himself in check and support the women in his life

Ultimate straight ally

His oldest, 15, made him and her little sister go to pride and he voluntarily wore a shirt that said “free dad hugs”

Gaz:

Got Price to say “Girl trust you will be dealt with” and had to get Soap to punch him so he could breathe again

Fluent in French!

Bisexual w/ a preference for women

Needs two triple-shot espressos every morning

Hates oat milk; thinks it's grainy

Is lactose intolerant though

But he’s not the shit-your-brains-out lactose intolerant, he’s the wallow-in-pain-on-the-bathroom-floor-for-eighty-minutes lactose intolerant

Turkey hater. Not the animal, the food. Thinks it’s dry and flavorless

Okayish cook, phenomenal baker.

Will leave baked goods in the sergeant's/lieutenant's and captain's offices/breakrooms and act surprised when he sees the plate of freshly baked brownies

Tried smoking weed, hated it.

Middle child of an older sister and a younger brother

Didn’t like The Office

Soap:

Can make balloon animals out of anything balloon-like (condoms included)

Has a TikTok, makes TikTok references

Loves cats and dogs equally, but had only dogs growing up so he’s not really sure how to deal with cats

In a constant state of "trying his best"

Dick stick-n-poke tattoo on his calf

30-minute night routine

Double exfoliates

Disgusted at Ghost’s hygiene

Loves the holidays; this man goes fucking insane for Christmas lights and his house is the biggest source of light pollution in the entirety of the UK

RELIGIOUSLY a supporter of small businesses. Loves little family-run stores and buys local produce/groceries all the time

Highlighter kid in grade school

Blamed a fart on Gaz and asked him if he was feeling “Gazzy” (Garrick smacked the shit out of him)

Makes gagging noises over comms to fuck with Price

Knows what kinning is, kins Rainbow Dash

ADHD

Coffee does the opposite for him; he’ll be bouncing off the walls and you’ll hand him a double shot espresso and he’s calm as all fuck

GREAT AT READING SOCIAL CUES THOUGH

Really knows how to read body language and will step back if anyone gets uncomfortable

Youngest of 3 brothers and one older sister (she’s second to oldest amongst his siblings)

König:

Will literally sit at home in full tactical gear

Chess master

Loves horror movies but gets super scared

Likes Scrabble

Bug kid!!!!!

Hates birds. No one knows why.

Doesn’t drink, prefers virgin versions of alcohol

Drunk König is a sad König

Wore headgear because of his teeth when he was in middle school

Favorite color is yellow but does love green!

Will accidentally man-handle people because he forgets his strength

Always so terribly sorry about it

Ghost:

Has had his license revoked an uncountable number of times (currently does not have a license)

Drives

No rizz

Horrifyingly good aim with anything and everything. Will chuck trash across the house and somehow land it in the bin

Will lean his head down slightly if someone he respects (and is shorter than him) is talking

One of those dog people that’s like “I fucking hate cats.” And then you find them napping together, and he’s carrying the cat in the hood of his jacket, and he sneaking them treats, and he’s talking to them in a baby voice…

Wins staring contests, always

Knows his staring is bad, but doesn’t really do anything to change it

Speaking of which, he’s got a horrible German stare (google it)

Spaces out and sways side to side slightly, unaware that he’s been glaring lasers into an unsuspecting private for like a solid forty seconds.

Doesn’t know what kinning is but would kin Winter Soldier / Bucky Barnes

Likes sensory toys but will never buy one because he thinks they’re too obvious.

Really wants a sensory slug

Definitely the jealous type but will not say a single fucking word

Soft spot for animals and young children

Likes drinking for a buzz, but will easily stop himself. He doesn’t like being unaware of his surroundings

Edibles > mass amounts of alcohol

Little fidgeting -> rubbing his thumb across the side of his index finger, squeezing his hands, twitching his feet but not enough to tap them, playing with the hems of stuff

Mirrors in his house are covered/removed

Wants a pet but won’t get one because he doesn’t like the idea of something relying on him, only to abandon them or discard them. He’s away for work often so it’s not like they would be taken care of

Doesn’t actively seek partners because he doesn’t think he’s worth it

Behind the confident, stoic attitude, he’s a man who doesn’t value himself and therefore, if he does have feelings for anyone, doesn’t put in the effort to pursue them or he tries to kill the warm feelings in him.

Better to be alone than to hurt someone he cares about

Graves:

Screams at Football (US) games

Thinks he can out-grill Price; cannot.

Lost his kids in the divorce

Thinks no-sock loafers are the way to go

Doesn’t wear socks that much, actually

Can’t handle spice

Mint n’ chip ice cream kinda guy

Fav beer is Natty Lit

Likes egg salad

Dog guy

Divorced twice, btw

“But if the roles were reversed…”

Doesn’t have a problem with climate change, and thinks that the weather is getting nicer so, if anything, the climate is just getting better

Uses Crest toothpaste

Left-handed and makes a big deal out of it

Gets really up in the ass about calling soccer “football” (not ironically)

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Hugs (5+1)

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TW: concussion, injury, angst.

Andrew goes down hard. His arms smack the court floor, and all the air steals from his lungs. A whistle shrills.

“Andrew!”

Pain flares in the back of his skull. He clipped it on the goalpost on his way down, hard enough to reverberate through his helmet. He tugs it off now, trying his hardest not to gasp.

He’s distantly aware of shouting on the court—blurs of green and orange rushing back and forth or standing idly by. He can hear the crowd murmur and gasp.

A voice pipes to Andrew’s right. “Oh my god—Minyard?”

A growl parts Andrew’s lips. He pushes up onto his hands and knees—pretends he can’t taste copper on his tongue.

“Fuck off,” he spits.

He looks to where Nicky gapes on in horror. Renee rushes for Abby, colored hair just barely peeking out from below her helmet. Aaron stands off to the side with his knuckles white around the stick of his racquet.

The Terrapin that rushed Andrew—Number Six—crouches to his right. She reaches out, as if to help Andrew to his feet.

“Here, let me—”

“Don’t fucking touch him.”

Neil practically bites the line as he rushes to Andrew’s side. Number Six hesitates, hands hovering in the air between herself and Andrew. Andrew thinks seriously about removing several of her fingers.

Before he can, a Terrapin backliner moves forward and takes Six by the shoulders. He pulls her up and away.

“Are you crazy?” He mutters, moving her back to the relative safety of the game. “They’ll fucking kill you—”

Neil drops to his knees before Andrew. He’s still angry, but it’s dominated by the fierce concern in his eyes. His lips are pressed into a thin line.

“Yes or no?” He asks quietly.

Andrew grits his teeth. He hates that Neil knows to ask, even when Andrew is vulnerable. Especially when Andrew is vulnerable.

“Yes,” Andrew bites out.

Neil reaches forward—slowly, so that Andrew can see what he’s doing—and places a light hand on Andrew’s chin. He turns his head this way and that, making it throb. Andrew purses his lips.

“Where does it hurt?” Neil asks.

Everywhere. “Back.”

Neil places a hand at the base of Andrew’s neck. Andrew hisses when his fingers brush the point of impact, and when Neil pulls his hand away, it’s smeared with blood.

“Shit,” Neil murmurs. “Can I help you up?”

Alarm spikes in Andrew’s chest. Weak, his brain supplies. Fragile. Breakable. He knows everyone else can see it, too.

But when he tries to get up on his own, he stumbles. Neil’s hands shoot out to catch him, and it’s all Andrew can take not to bat them away. Helpless.

“Drew,” Neil levels big blue eyes at him. “Will you let me?”

Exposed—Andrew feels exposed.

But Neil wouldn’t exploit that. Bone-deep, Andrew knows this—so he forces himself to let Neil slide an arm around his waist and help him off the court.

***

It’s a minor concussion. Abby tells Andrew he’s lucky—a blow like that could have knocked him unconscious. This one just barely split the skin.

Andrew does not feel lucky.

Neil finds him after the game. He sits with him as he changes out, not reaching or pushing. Just there if Andrew needs him. He wards off the other Foxes when they ask if Andrew is okay (an unfortunate side-effect of the bandages) and stays until everyone else leaves. He twiddles his thumbs on the bench as Andrew finishes tying his shoes.

“I’m driving,” Neil says.

Andrew doesn’t argue, just hands him the keys. He’s still a bit dizzy.

When he shuts his locker, the sound spikes through his temples. He winces, just barely, but Neil doesn’t miss it. He moves to stand beside Andrew and wordlessly takes his bag for him.

“How are you feeling?” He asks.

Andrew rolls his eyes. He hates the way his stomach twists at the question, not unpleasantly. He hates the idea of Neil’s concern.

“I’ve had worse,” he replies, stoic as he can manage.

“Yeah, but that was…” Neil swallows. “Can I say something?”

Andrew turns to look at him. Neil pushes his brows together, jaw set in a hard line. His russet hair is still dripping from the showers. He’s close enough for Andrew to feel his breath on his nose.

And Andrew knows he’s about to say something horrible, but he’s coming to realize just how bad he is at denying Neil—which is, to say, astronomically. He shrugs, but Neil waits until he nods.

“That sucked to watch,” Neil says. “I thought… I don’t know. I thought you broke something, for a second.”

Andrew rolls his eyes. “What, like my skull?”

“Yeah, Drew. Like your skull.”

Andrew pauses at that. Neil’s expression is hard and earnest, and Andrew feels like swaying again.

Had Neil been… afraid for him?

“It’s not my job to dodge,” Andrew replies, a bit gruffly.

“Yeah, but—” Neil huffs, running a hand back through his wet hair. “I just—” He looks at Andrew again, and his eyes have softened into something almost… sad.

He bites his lip. “Yes or no?”

Andrew frowns—considers.

Then, “Yes.”

And he expects a kiss. A quick press of the lips—maybe a hand through his hair.

But when Neil moves forward, he doesn’t dip his head. Instead, he slowly loops his arms around Andrew’s shoulders, pulling him close. He leaves a few inches between their bodies—not quite a proper embrace—but remains close enough to bury his nose in Andrew’s hair. He presses a kiss there.

Andrew can’t remember the last time he was hugged. It’s different, feeling all of Neil like this, but somehow, it isn’t… bad. Neil hasn’t strayed from Andrew’s approved points of contact. He’s warm, and whole. He doesn’t squeeze or restrict, just lets his arms drape loosely around Andrew’s biceps.

And Andrew could escape, if he wanted to—

He’s just not sure that he does.

-

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Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | +1

I’ve had this in the drafts for a year, maybe? Wild. Part 2 tomorrow!

[weekend-whip]

“I’ve been known to exhibit...toxic traits.”

Been dying to draw Legacy!Tox since first tossing her into the world a little early, buuut after that scribble I did the other day I felt like I had to do her proper justice snksnksnk

As usual, a few fun facts!:

Tox did not inherit the Element of Poison—it was passed on willingly by the previous master (being her aunt, who had received it willingly herself). She had been asked if she wanted the powers; Tox said yes, not entirely understanding the burden that came with them. 

Upon gaining the element, her hair and tongue turned green and her body started sprouting her “freckles” (which are just a side effect of inheriting the element later in life as opposed to being born with it). People tended to think she was diseased and constantly turned her away from places, causing her to drop out of school, but upon working at the Rockshot Club, had started telling people it’s just a crazy tattoo. 

(Cole, kind boy that he is, thought she was just born with inexplicable green freckles but was too nervous to ever actually ask and will fight anyone that tries to make a big deal out of it. This is part of why Tox took him under her wing...but never actually told him the truth because she thought it was funny).

(Listen there’s a whole story here but that’s Season 4 territory—)

Does not bother with people she does not like. If she’s teasing you? She likes you. If she hates you? Pretends you don’t exist. 

Tox is currently 20 in 20X1. She is 3 (and a half) years older than Cole. 

The vials hanging from her belt are actually antidotes for her poison (as in, poison she conjured up as opposed to preexisting poison she simply manipulates) in case someone gets caught up in an outburst of hers or she goes too hard with her powers. 

Her powers also include extracting preexisting poison from other people—this includes when people get drunk on alcohol, for example, and is partly why she got tangled up in the Rockshot Club to begin with (which also helped efforts to make it a more clean place to hang out). People she removes alcohol from are spared the adverse affects, but will still experience a hangover—just, um, on fast forward. 

Like most of the current Derivative Elemental Masters, she is aware of the Eye Color Rules, but is unaware of the full extent of the Elemental Compass (unlike Karlof, who is actually the other way around ahahaha).

[zivazivc]

Pinocchio AU

Okay people want the explanation for this comic so here it goes. It’s long and complicated and MESSED UP because of course it is, this is me. I’m going to write in points because my small tired brain can’t handle good english atm but basically to sum up the Adrien was a sentimonster theory or Pinocchio AU as I like to call it:

Young married Emilie and Gabriel can’t have kids. Gabriel reluctantly accepts this fate and even brings up adoption as a possibility once, but Emilie doesn’t want to hear any of that. She’s a bit of a Marinette in the sense that she pictures this romanticized ideal life for herself and a child—her flesh and blood—HAS to be in it.

They keep trying to get a baby while other young families Emilie knows keep growing. She feels left out and hurt and depressed, then her newlywed twin sister announces she’s expecting a baby too and something within Emilie just unhinges.

She eventually lies to some of her friends, who she was out for coffee with, that she’s pregnant too. She mostly does it just to see their reaction and feel what it would be like but it quickly spirals out of control where she just starts pretending she’s pregnant until you can’t even tell if she believes it herself.

Gabriel is confused at first because he hears the news second hand (a friend/family member congratulating him) so he’s apprehensive when he approaches his wife but she convinces him that they really are getting a baby and Gabriel is ecstatic.

It’s only later at a doctor’s check up that Gabriel learns that she indeed is not pregnant. The doctor even speaks to him alone explaining that his wife is in denial and that he should make sure she goes to see a psychiatrist, something she definitely wouldn’t do alone.

Gabriel is unsuccessful with that because he’s not entirely persistent, doesn’t want to be the guy with the crazy wife having to tell everyone she lied about being pregnant, and hopelessly believes she’ll just get over it eventually.

That is until her “pregnancy is near due”—her sister already had Félix in England a few months ago—and he stumbles on her transformed with her peacock miraculous (they already have both of them) creating a sentimonster newborn.

They have a huge fight about it but because Emilie refuses to destroy it, won’t tell Gabriel where the amok is, and Gabriel can’t just hurt the baby with his hands, Emilie just… wins. Fucked up, yeah?

Now she tried creating kids before this one, using her imagination to try and blend her and Gabriel’s looks but it just wasn’t working. So she decided to copy of photos of baby Félix because he already looked almost like a copy of his mother, and Amélie and Emilie already looked alike so it’s not so weird?—is what her mind was telling her.

She didn’t dare alter his looks but she decided to give the baby Gabriel’s eye color to include the “father” in some way. (Yes in that comic I made I gave Adrien a mix of green and gray but that was mainly to get the point across to the perceptive readers)

Now we got Adrien, a normal baby boy to the whole world except for Gabriel who’s forced into his wife’s fantasy through social expectations.

Why are we only at this point and this post is already so long AAAAAAAA!!!

Adrien physically basically grows in a way where Emilie just keeps changing his appearance to match what Félix looked like a few months prior.

Mentally he’s like a robot just taking in information without really needing to learn it. So Emilie decides when he says his first word, she decides when he learns to walk,… He knows how to walk, he just wasn’t given the command to do so yet.

But even so he does develop a personality over time, just slower, because unlike a normal child who’s always testing his boundaries, how far they’re allowed to go until they’re in real trouble, Adrien just can’t misbehave. At all.

But he does have his favorite foods and favorite toys, and jokes that make him laugh the most. The problem is just that Emilie could just decide that his favorite food is strawberries and he’d just start acting accordingly, rewiring his belief. 

He also isn’t allowed to argue or be mean to others which is why Félix thinks he’s a goody two-shoes weirdo while Chloé the brat adores him.

This behavior isn’t so hard to hide with a toddler who’s fickle but it’s harder and harder as the kid grows. Which is why the family becomes very secluded over time.

Gabriel always keeps distance with his “son”. He’s not Dad, he’s Father, he doesn’t do hugs and cuddles, he doesn’t say I love you. But Adrien knows he loves him because his mom told him so and he loves him back unconditionally because Mom said that’s what families do.

Now even though Gabriel is traumatized by this whole ordeal and knowing Adrien “isn’t real” freaks him out he does soften a bit over time. I’m going to give an awful example but like someone who hates cats softening for a cat that their partner/roommate decided to get/had from before. Continuing with this example: But still becoming appalled when the cat starts acting odd/unusually.

Okay I think you get the gist. Let’s move on…

Emilie loves her son more and more as he grows and his sentimonster behaviours start bothering her more and more too. She hates being reminded that he’s not a real boy by people mentioning he looks young for his age because Emilie forgot to make him grow for a while. She hates when he does everything like he’s told. She hates that he has no real friends because they’re afraid to expose him to the outside too much and without supervision. She hates to think about his future.

Her desire for him to be real keeps growing and is what drives her to search for a solution in the miraculous spellbook.

She cracks the script after years, when Adrien is nearly a teen, and finds a way to transfer the creators soul into a sentimonster.

It’s a long process that takes time and while she falls ill to everyone around her, Adrien becomes more real.

Gabriel starts realizing what’s happening when he notices Adrien hesitate for a second when he’s playing a video game and Gabriel wants him to do something, groan when he gets bothered watching TV, huff, complain, have slightly opposing opinions to his and Emilie’s, when he argues with his mother when she tells him she’s feeling fine; when he notices his son’s eyes are greener. Or is it all in his head?

He confronts his wife too late, when she’s extremely ill already, her normally vibrant eyes dulled match Adrien’s bluish gray, and he pieces together in his head what she’s doing.

Before Gabriel could properly think what to do to stop the love of his life from turning into a lifeless doll, in a fit of panic he tries to take her wedding band (where he knows Adrien’s amok is) to get rid of Adrien instead, but is unsuccessful in getting it off her so he snatches her peacock brooch instead (which she needs to complete the spell obvs) and breaks it. (Heyoo! broken peacock miraculous. things are coming together)

Because the spell was almost complete anyway it’s Emilie who falls unconscious. But she doesn’t disappear because she’s not a real sentimonster, she just becomes dormant like one.

This is the point in the story where Gabriel makes it seem like Emilie ran away or something like that—basically disappear. Now he’s living knowing he has an almost sentimonster wife in the basement, knowing he almost killed his son (or her), and having to care for a son that suddenly became much more alive, questioning, arguing, angry, screaming, not accepting, crying, grieving, staring at him with Emilie’s eyes.

Instead of becoming a real parent, Gabriel shuts him out.

Soon Adrien evolves desires for socializing, company, getting away from the suffocating home which eventually leads to him going to a public school.

He slowly starts to live life freely without the restrictions that were put around his thoughts.

Gabriel has an even stranger relationship with Adrien now because he still loves him in a way but also holds resentment toward him. But mostly he sees him as something valuable.

The show happens here…  And now finally we get to the comic…

Gabriel gets a hold of the ladybug and black cat miraculouses. (There’s no epic fight in his lair as you see there’s no Ladybug in the comic but that’s not really important)

What’s important is that Gabriel had deciphered the miraculous spellbook with the help of Emilie’s notes and had decided to use the unification’s “wish” power to awaken Emilie.

He’s aware he’ll need to sacrifice something for the wish to come true and he’s certain Adrien should be enough because the soul inside him is literally the one thing Emilie is missing.

✨Adrien (poor boy just lost his miraculous) is taken to Gabriel’s lair, where he finds out his father is Hawk Moth, sees his mother, learns he’s a sentimonster, and that he’s going to become a sacrifice ✨

Of course the last part is not what happens. It’s Gabriel who ends up being sacrificed.

I can’t decide if Gabriel ends up sacrificing himself because he changed his mind in the last moment while Adrien was screaming for him to stop, OR  because he didn’t love Adrien enough for him to be considered an equal exchange for his wife… O.O

But anyhow…

Emilie wakes up with Gabriel’s soul within her (hence the bluish gray eyes in the comic).

Adrien is traumatized for life.

This took me hours to write… I knew there was a reason why I didn’t want to do it. I hope I didn’t forget anything and my brain made sense of it all

Well there you have it, peeps. The Pinocchio AU. It’s as messed up as my sleep schedule. Good night. 

[ghostmartyr]

a place you know

AN: Obligatory aftermath fic for Tea Amidst Terrible Trouble.

Ultimately, a Jaune character piece. With a fuckton of optimistic thinking and getting deep into Ruby and Jaune friendship feels. Pretty much all of the italics are lines from various episodes, and why yes, this is indulgent as heck. As for an actual summary...

tfw your bestie has no idea what to say, so he just goes with saying everything.

----

Jaune tries not to think about the Tree.

He doesn’t think about it when the Paper Pleasers ask to go there. He doesn’t think about it when he wakes up in the morning, sky on fire, ready with a bucket of water. He doesn’t think about the color of the leaves, and how he’s glad they’re green, and purple, and nothing like --

It’s a lot to not think about.

That’s fine. He’s fine. He’s not crazy. He’s not right, he’s not on time -- he got so good at being on time -- but he’s not crazy, and he can handle not thinking about the Tree.

He can handle it.

“It’s not a place you go. It’s a place you know.”

He tries not to think about it. Any of it.

One more failure isn’t the end of the world. Except when it is, but. It’s what he does, isn’t it? Fail, fail, and fail. This world’s still standing. It can take a little more.

“Keep your grip tight. Don’t forget to keep your front foot forward. Ready? Go.”

Jaune thinks about the Tree.

If it worries the others, they can take a little more, too. He’s sorry about Juniper. But Juniper’s always been perfect. This isn’t a place they know. He hopes they never do.

Not realistic. Not likely.

Not fair.

He closes his eyes, and Juniper’s fur isn’t there anymore. The cracked floor doesn’t tremble under his boots. It turns soft. Pillowy and green, even with his eyes clamped shut.

There’s clanging. Metal on metal, echoing from nowhere and everywhere, and he hates this place. He hates the Ever After and its rules, he hates being lost, he hates --

He’s not lost.

He hates that, too.

That’s okay. That’s fine. No shining armor to be found, that’s fine, it’s been like that forever.

There’s clanging.

There are voices.

He’s not lost.

This is a place he knows.

“No,” one leaf mutters, fluttering its way down. “There’s not enough time to heal me.”

A vine snares one foot. “But there is something you can do.”

There’s still clanging. He can’t hear it over his heartbeat.

“Let me choose this one thing.”

It’s not even a vine, it’s a root, and it’s wrapping around his leg. Stopping him.

“Trust me.”

He doesn’t know if the screams are now, then, or always.

His bleeding sword is still with him, and it hacks furiously at his leg, scraping the armor, hissing at the rust, but getting rid of the Tree.

The giggle that tries to force its way out is firmly in the now, and he dreams of stabbing the sword through his chest instead of --

This.

This is a place he knows.

Ruby knows it now, too.

He starts walking.

“What are you going to do?”

Leaves the color of rust start falling.

“Pyrrha, I won’t let you do -- ”

“I’m sorry.”

Deep purple joins in, and it crinkles with every step he takes. The words repeat, over and over. But that’s fine. This is a place he knows. It isn’t anything new. Not for him.

“I know this can be frustrating. And it can feel like so much effort to progress such a small amount. But I want you to know -- ”

It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, it means the world but it can’t matter because for all the failures he’s not done yet and she’s not done yet and this is a place they know but it doesn’t have to mean it’s a place they go.

Please.

He knows it the second the words start changing. The screams sound different. There’s a gloomy, empty silence that isn’t words at all but has so much memory to it that it’s gone solid.

It’s dense, and inky, and parts for his sword like an invitation.

“Of course I’ll be back! It’s a mother’s promise!”

“Dad?”

“Dad?”

“Dad?”

No thinking. No stopping. No listening. One step forward, then another.

Thicker and murkier parts of the foliage brush up against his legs, and his arms, and --

“Everything happened so fast.

No one came back from Vacuo to help.

And Penny -- ”

No listening. No listening, no listening, no listening.

“Jaune tried to help, but -- ”

Another step forward.

“Now if only you could help me.”

“I could try!”

He doesn’t miss his helmet, but he wants it, the way thorns are starting to dig into his scalp and tear at his hair.

“I can’t do this!”

That’s where he finds her.

The clanging hasn’t stopped.

There’s a little red ball, hunched over the shimmering body of a mouse.

“I can’t do this!” shriek the thorns. “I can’t do this! I can’t do this! I can’t do this!”

They aren’t just all around her. He takes another step forward, and a massive spike nearly impales his leg. Trying to go around has the same effect, and the screaming is a constant that the cloak on the floor of leaves somehow doesn’t flinch at.

Jaune sits down.

This is a place he knows.

“Hi, Ruby,” he offers.

Flowers spring up between them, purple and pink and green and crying.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to be me anymore.”

A rusted old leaf falls.

“I’ve never met someone so determined to better themselves.”

This is a place he knows.

It doesn’t help, and the flowers don’t give when he tries a dull attempt of crawling over them.

Ruby still hasn’t moved.

There’s a trail of wet salt lining Jaune’s lips.

It’s been so long, really.

The Paper Pleasers -- he doesn’t want to think about them, he thinks about them, he remembers, he failed he failed he failed but when was it that he -- the point is, they aren’t -- weren’t -- conversationalists. Not lately. Not with so many crises adding up. He can’t remember the last time he really --

Pyrrha. He had to talk to help her with her homework.

His voice feels as rusted as his armor.

“I’m sorry,” rings in his ears. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t --”

“I’m sorry --”

“I don’t -- ”

“-- I’m sorry --”

“ -- want --”

“ -- I’m sorry -- ”

“ -- I don’t --”

“-- me --”

Jaune reaches over the flowers, leaving his gloved hand open on top of them, and that’s allowed.

“I never wanted to be me,” he whispers.

The clanging doesn’t stop.

His heartbeat doesn’t stop.

Some of the crying does.

“Never, you know? I always wanted to be someone better. Not this. Especially not now.” He’s ruining it. The screaming is coming back, and whispers of Winter Maidens and --

“But if I -- if I wanted to make a choice. I wouldn’t know how to make one. I wouldn’t want to be this. I know -- I -- This is what I am now, and I don’t think I’ll ever get away from that, but I wouldn’t pick it. I don’t think anyone would. But I still wouldn’t be able to really choose something better, you know? Maybe I’m just -- I’m supposed to be the leader, the strategist, but sometimes -- a lot of the time -- it’s not great. I don’t think great.”

It’s terrible.

He thinks one of the flowers shuts up out of pity.

Hair flops into his eyes. “I know -- I’m not right. And you’re not right either. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry it’s all such a mess, and I’m sorry for -- for things I -- ”

Worse. He’s making it worse and he can see thorns growing and leaves falling and he just can’t take a breath because if he breathes he’ll start screaming all over again, or she’ll start screaming or someone’s screaming whose screams are --

“I’ve never met someone so determined to better themselves.”

It’s a place they know.

He isn’t strong enough to keep his eyes open when they start burning.

“I’m not here,” he says, “because I’m sorry. Or because I need you to save me. I’m not the damsel in distress anymore. I’m just someone who keeps failing. People like me don’t get saved. They just get poisoned in someone else’s story, right?”

Still bad. Maybe not terrible -- no, it’s pretty much terrible.

“That’s not the -- I don’t mean for it all to be about --”

It’s a place they know. It’s a place they know, a place they’ve grown, and what does that mean. What does he say. What can make it better when nothing’s ever better, and the clanging is still happening, his heart is still racing, and what does he say?

No.

That’s not it.

“I’m sorry,” the flower says again. “I don’t want to be me anymore.”

Ruby. It’s about Ruby. It’s a place they know, it doesn’t have to be a place they go, and somewhere -- He’s been alone for so long. No one to talk to, too many listeners. He’s out of practice. Not that he would do a good job with practice but he doesn’t remember how to --

“I’ve never met someone so determined to better themselves.”

His hair is floppy and gets in his eyes when he swings his sword or hides behind his shield. He has a scroll of recordings that teach him all the things he should have learned earlier.

He has friends.

“I don’t need you to be the superhero. You’re good at that -- great at that. If the Afterans ever asked you who you were, you could just say that, and everyone would agree.” He tries to keep his hand open on top of the flowers. It twitches closed for a moment. “I know what I said, and -- I guess I still feel it a little, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t do good. You did. Better than I ever did.”

What are the words. What does he say.

He’s alone on a bridge.

He’s alone in the Tree.

He’s alone in a garden full of thorns that one rose is keeping alive.

He’s still on that bridge and --

“It’s okay if you can’t anymore. I -- I'm not sure I can either. I think I might have to, because I can’t let it go, I can’t forget, I keep replaying it over and over and over and I’m never going to get away from it and that --”

Terrible, awful, he needs to stop and come up with something better but --

“I don’t want you to be that scared,” he whispers.

“You can be done, if that’s what you want.

“You don’t have to be a superhero. You don’t have to be a huntress. You’re -- you can be anything. You can be a rug on the floor or -- paper. Paper’s -- paper can make a lot of things. No, wait, that’s wrong, that’s not what I meant to say, I keep saying what I don’t want to say, I --”

Better. He has got to do something better.

He keeps his hand steady, and inches forward.

Another leaf falls.

“I want you to know that I’m just happy to be a part of your life.”

“Whatever you choose to be, I’ll still be here. I’d come and visit you, I’d come find you, and I’d probably fail, but I’d try to protect you.”

His gloves catch on thorns and petals.

“We --

I don’t remember the names of the people we’ve saved. Maybe it’s been too long, but I don’t think I really kept track to start with.

We don’t need the people we save to be somebody. It’s -- maybe it’s better if we know who they are, if we think about what they want -- no, I mean, it definitely is, and we shouldn’t ever forget that or screw that part up because no one ever wants to feel like they’re nothing --”

He has to stop. Just for a second. Just for a moment. Just long enough to catch his breath and keep going. Long enough for leaves to cover the rusty patches all over his armor.

The mouse is still shimmering next to the frozen ball of red.

“I’ve never met someone so determined to better themselves.”

“I --

I screwed up.

I do that.

A lot.

But no, that wasn’t -- we weren’t on that, this isn’t about me, I --”

Jaune crawls another foot forward, clanging going strong. His voice warbles and his throat is dry and this is why he cut his hair, he can barely see and thorns are crawling through his bangs.

“We don’t fight Grimm because we know the people we’re saving are wonderful. Or because we’re wonderful.” Red hair. Twin happy waves and smiles. “Some of us are, I guess. Were. But plenty of us are pretty terrible, too, and how are we supposed to know who’s who ahead of time and even if we knew could we really --”

He stops again, because the flowers are blossoming and ready to scream.

“I could. I think I could let them die. I, uh. I’m the cautionary tale, I guess. But what I meant to say --”

One leg in front of the other. One arm outstretched. He’s lost his sword but he still has his shield, and that’s what --

That’s --

“I never wanted to be the damsel in distress,” he says into the floor. “Even when it was all I could be. Especially then. I know this isn’t what you want, and going away and being nothing is easier than watching yourself fail over and over again. I can’t blame you for leaving that behind. I wish I could let go and just -- I don’t know how I’d live with myself but I wouldn’t have to anymore, and I guess that’s the whole point and I wish I could be anything else --

“But --

Once upon a time, for a little while, I liked myself.”

He’s almost through the flowers. They’re only as quiet as his heartbeat. He looks up, and the mouse is still shimmering, and there’s something opalescent about Ruby’s cloak that has him sick and hoping.

“I wasn’t cool,” he blurts out. “I was still figuring out how to fight. I was still figuring out a lot of things, and a bunch happened too late to matter.”

Just keep crawling. Just make it through.

“But I was me, and it didn’t hurt.

“Because I had all of you. Ren, Nora. Weiss, even though she hated me. I mean, same, but -- no, that’s not --” He shakes his head, and he doesn’t know how he’s gone so many years without hating his hair except it’s the part that reminds him -- “Yang and Blake.”

A leaf. Rusted and alive.

“Pyrrha.”

He makes it through the flowers, crawling on his knees, and bows his head over the mouse. Little. Because they’re -- Yeah.

When he breathes, he imagines that the mouse breathes back.

His whole arm shakes, but he plants it next to the edge of Ruby’s cloak.

“Plus you.”

Jaune looks down at his empty hand, and it’s almost quiet.

“You were my first real friend.”

The clanging still echoes.

“I want to change everything. I want to be anyone else. Anything else. I want to get as far away from me as possible.

“But I never want to leave any of you behind. Because you’re my friends, and I love you, and -- when I don’t know who I am, when I can’t remember what I want --

“The best part of me has always gone with being your friend. I don’t want to forget that. I don’t want to let that go.”

All of him is shaking. Thorns are curling into rose petals around them.

“Please don’t go, Ruby.”

The leaves are cool and welcoming and soft.

“You don’t have to fight anymore. We’re here. We’ll stay. We’ll fight for you and keep you safe. You can stop, and go home. We’ll get you home, all together, and you don’t have to lift a finger. You’ve done enough for any lifetime. But please don’t go. Don’t think you made things worse for us. The only life I know I’d pick is the one that has you in it.”

It’s quiet.

His breath is hotter than the tears against his face, and his hand is cold.

Little is still glowing.

Little hasn’t stopped glowing.

But the cloak hasn’t moved.

Rose petals start falling with the leaves.

Little isn’t the darkened rainbow of the tree.

They shine silver, and with a fierce, blinding shot of light, they’re gone.

CLANG

He panics, he’s screwed up again --

CLANG

-- And it’s not as bright, it’s not as strong, but it’s silver and light --

CLANG

-- A small, unsteady fist claps into Jaune’s hand.

He grabs at it with both of his. Gloves bizarrely free from rust, hair blessedly free from his eyes, and no sword in sight.

Ruby’s silver eyes peer out from under her hood. Weak and tired, bloodied and beaten.

“Keep your grip tight.”

Her fist stays clenched inside the knot he’s made of his hands, but she’s looking at him, and slowly -- so, so slowly -- she sits up. Light flickers on and off in her eyes, grey arguing with silver and settling on something cloudy and lost.

With a jerk of petals, she shoves her head into his shoulder, her free hand and fingernails digging into his uncovered neck.

“Keep your grip tight.”

Jaune holds Ruby tighter than any of his sisters would ever let him get away with, and she squeezes him back hard enough to make his ribs creak, followed by the first crack of sobs.

“Keep your grip tight.”

Jaune’s mostly out of hope. What was left of it drowned while rooting for the water. What was left of it drank some tea to run away. It’s easy to think it’s his fault. It’s better to think that Ruby is still here.

He can hope. He can make himself do that much.

He can hope knowing a place means something for getting out of it.

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Observer Mirabel and Scrappy Mirabel in a random AU where Mira is rumored to be insane after her ceremony, when in reality she just has trauma lol

Word count: 150+

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Wispers (mini tiny fanfic)

Observer Mirabel was wearing her black poncho and protective motorcyle pads, her hood was up to avoid confrontations.

Scrappy Mirabel was walking beside her, the only difference between her and the canon Mirabel was the fact she wore bandages around her arms, although she had blood all over her.

The townsfolks stared at Scrappy Mirabel in horror, shocked that she's walking around covered in blood with a crazy look in her eyes. In public.

They all began to spread wispers around the two, both of them noticing, but not interrupting them all. When all of a sudden someone goes near them.

"Mirabel! There you are- AY DIOS MÍO WHAT HAPPENED!?" Julieta asks Scrap, knowing she's not Mirabel but has to keep it a secret.

"Lo siento Jul- mama, I had to fight someone who was lusting for Isabela." Scrappy Mirabel says while wiping her bloody nose, Observer Mirabel cringes when seeing it just get worse.

"Yeesh, I think you need so many arepas now Scrap- Mira." "Shut it! Not a word." Julieta rolled her eyes at their antics, grabbing both of them by the wrists.

"Come on, let's go give you both food." "What!? But I'm not hurt!" "Observer hija one of your eyes are red." "Oh."

While both of them were dragged to the casita, the townfolks began to wisper to each other, confused and shocked.

"Who was with the kid?"

"Why does Mirabel look more mature?"

"Oh my god she killed someone with a friend!"

"Who do you think was the hooded girl?"

"How is señorita Julieta okay with that!?"

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Observer Mirabel and Scrappy Mirabel were eating arepas made by Julieta. She sighed, "Why is it everytime someone gets beaten up both of you are the first suspects?"

"Believe me señorita, I've been asking the same question for 3 years." Scrappy Mirabel states, earning a surprised look from Observer Mirabel.

"You know that reference?" Observer asks, Scrap nods. Julieta looks at them repeatedly, already knowing it's a show reference.

"Observer, could you check on mi ¿mi hija? She's sick and in her room." Julieta asks.

"Hm? Oh, sure. I can check on a ten-year-old that is rumoured to be insane-" *SMACK* "ALRIGHT ALRIGHT I'LL CHECK-" Observer Mirabel yells while walking upstairs.

A minute later, Dolores comes to the kitchen looking sad. Frowning, Scrap questions her. "Eh? Dolores? What's wrong?" She asks, Dolores sighs.

"Apparently the others are wispering that you've gone insane, even though you were not Mirabel in the first place. They also think you should be stuck in your room like an animal." Scrap just blinks when her AU cousin states it.

"I'll gladly have a reputation. But they think I'M Mirabel? Honey, I'd rather bust a part of my spine than let my 10-year-old self get a-"

Scrappy Mirabel freezes.

Observer Mirabel shows herself around the corner, holding a nine-year-old Mirabel whose crying her eyes out hearing the last part. Observer's gift was activated, but instead of showing her usual yellow color, it was acid green with liquid coming out of her eyes.

Julieta froze midway on cutting tomatoes. Her grip on the knife unusually relaxed. Yet her fury shows in her eyes. (Wait why are her eyes red in a reflective surface?)

Dolores was calm. Too calm. Almost as if she was expecting this in extreme details.

"Scrap, Observer. Did you both realize what Alternate Universe you are in?" Julieta asks them, her tone of her voice showing a tiny bit of anger on what Dolores said.

"Uh, Protective Madrigals AU? Just a different version where Mira here is hated?" Observer lifts her smaller self. The nine-year-old just shoves her face onto Observer's neck, eyes red and puffy from crying.

Observer freezes.

"Oh shit wait PROTECTIVE Madrigals where Mirabel is HATED. Ay Dios mío I just realized." Observer says while Scrap looks at Julieta and Dolores in shock.

Dolores chuckles, "Yeah there's going to be lots of broken bones and no healing food."

"Get the others, there's going to be bloodshed tonight." Julieta exclaims.

Observer Mirabel and Scrappy Mirabel looked at each other

'Well, there goes our 3 day break.'