#being a perfectionist is gay as hell

[yourcalamity]

doing a new thing where i let myself be weird and standoffish and hard to socialize with because im tired of trying to be what everybody needs or might need im just going to be myself in the moment and the people who need to be there will be

[novemberheart]

Thank you for the support on the last post! Here’s Chapter two!

Chapter 1 <- Chapter 2 -> Chapter 3

{overview} It’s move in day!

{Warnings} Female reader, poly relationship (the gay kind), light pricexghost and Gaz/Soap banter, Ghost already being a bit of a softie

The aggressive grind of the bandsaw covered the sound of approaching footsteps. Yet the tingle behind Simon’s neck was all he needed to know someone was there. He removed his foot from the pedal, shutting the machine off. He slid his safety glasses up to his head as the work shed door clanked open. He needed to grease the hinges.

“How’d it go?” He asked, leaning his back against the worktop. John shrugged, a pleased expression on his face.

“Good.” Price responded, leaning back across from him. “She seems like a good girl. It’ll only be for about a month anyway. And you know how it is, one- if not all of us will get shipped off sometime.” He sighed rubbing a hand over his face. Simon clicked his tongue in agreement.

“The boys like her?”

“I hear wedding bells.” John teased, causing both men to chuckle. “They like her.” He affirmed. “Would’ve been nice if you’d join us.” He continued slowly. John extended his leg so it pressed against Simon’s. A small action to show he meant to harm. Simon pressed further into Price, clearing his throat softly.

“Wouldn’t have mattered. Johnny already seemed hell bent on helpin’ her out, and you know if Johnnys thinkin’ it, Kyle is too.” Simon suddenly stood straight up, bending forward so his palms rested right next to John. “And you can never say ‘no’ to them.” He murmured, his cheek brushing against John’s.

Price let out a strangled gasp-laugh of sorts, his hand flattening against Simon’s chest pushing him away. “I can’t say ‘no’ to them?” He accused. “Tell me, what have you been up to in here?”

“Making another planter box for Kyle.” Simon responded quickly, a playful spark lighting up his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“I thought there was four of them?” You questioned absentmindedly, adjusting yourself so you sat on your knees. Today was move in day and Kate was helping you pack what little belongings you had. She paused, all her attention on the task at hand- folding one of your t-shirts. She has always been a perfectionist.

“Yeah there is. You haven't met Simon yet. He’s a good guy, just a bit”- she trailed off, refolding another one of your items.

“Shy?” You leant.

“Sure we’ll go with that.” She sighed.

“I thought he was the mean one.” Kate’s wife, Robin interjected from over the phone. Your eyes widened and you turned over your shoulder to look at Kate.

“No I didn’t mean that- I hadn’t even met him when I heard that. He’s not mean, I just didn’t have a word for it at the time.”

“Do you have a word for it now?” You pressed. Robin giggled from over the phone. Kate opened and closed her mouth a few times.

“No- but he’s not as mysterious and complex as he likes to think.” Kate confessed. “My advice would just be to steer clear of him, you’ll only be there for a month anyways.”

“You’re making him sound scary.” Robin whispered harshly. You nodded your head in agreement.

“He won’t do anything to you.” Kate said firmly. There were times when you forgot what Kate did for a living. You forgot the emotional and physical turmoil she goes through on a day to day basis. She was protecting Simon. Her tone shooing off any idea that he was a bad man. You wondered what it would be like to have that type of bond with someone. A bond that is forged out of otherworldly trauma. Yet, you should be grateful you don’t have a tie like that. ‘Well there’s always tomorrow’ you thought to yourself. You shook that idea away. “We should get going. Love you, Honey.” Kate held the phone up to her chin, making a kiss noise into the speaker. Robin blew a raspberry.

“Bye Aunt Ro!” You shouted.

“Bye, lovie! And good luck!”

All in all you had three boxes. You never bothered to put any money into your place, knowing the likely consequences. When you and Kate pulled up to the house, John and Jonny were waiting for you.

“That’s it?” John asked, already opening the car door.

“Yeah. You don’t have to do that. That one’s heavy”- You stopped yourself as he picked up the box with one arm supporting it.

“Nonesense bon. Can’t have the neighbors thinking we aren’t gentlemen.” Johnny grinned also lifting a box like it was full of helium.

“Thank you.” You spoke sincerely. They nodded practically jogging back to the house.

“Don’t bother with things like that. They are pains in the butt- all of them, but they do get a weird satisfaction out of lifting heavy things. And opening jars.” Kate snickered. “Help me with this one?” You and Kate made it to the porch by the time Johnny came bounding back.

“The neighbors!” He scolded. “Let me help you with that box!” He yelled, taking a quick look around like the neighbors would be judging him from their windows. You and Kate both laughed and his face beamed. “You’ve got a pretty smile, bon.” Johnny blurted.

“You too.” It came out before you could stop it. It was the truth- one that you wished you hadn’t admitted. The last thing you needed was a flirting match on your first day. He said nothing, but Kate rolled her eyes at the noticeable pep in his step.

“Here’s this.” She handed you a key card to get into the housing area. “I transferred it to your name, but it’s old and the only one I could find so it might take a few times before it opens the gate. You’ll have access to the pool, gym and the clubhouse area. John said you can borrow one of their keys for the time being.” She gave you a soft smile, before wrapping her arms tightly around your shoulders.

It suddenly dawned on you this was goodbye. She was heading back home and you were going to be here, by yourself. You winced and held her just as tight. “Be a good girl.” She whispered. You nodded your head, thanking her heavily.

“Bye boys!” She yelled through the doorway.

“You’re not staying.” Kyle spoke peering his head from around the corner. It was like the same realization dawned on them. No more Laswell= no more buffer. She shook her head, heading down the porch. You watched her as she hopped into the drivers seat. Her movements were eager. You couldn’t blame her. She missed Robin desperately.

“Everything okay?” You jumped at Kyle’s voice, but quickly threw on a smile. You couldn’t not seem grateful.

“Yeah, just going to be weird not seeing her all the time.” You took a few cautious steps into the house. Even though it would be “yours” for the next month it still felt wrong entering without a direct invitation. Kyle nodded his head in understanding.

“Ready for the rest of the tour?” He smiled, wiggling a brow at you.

Next to the dining room was a bathroom. Next to the bathroom, close to the entryway was a downstairs office, which you were politely asked not to enter. You are more than willing to comply. Past the bathroom and dinning room was the mudroom and back door. These men were active and there was evidence of almost every hobby you could think of. The backyard was breathtaking. Plush outdoor seating (handmade from wood thank you Simon), a fire pit, barbecue, another wood table with chairs for outdoor dinning and last but not least a picture perfect garden. You just wanted to sprawl out in the grass and soak up the sun. You’re sure they would let you. In the far right hand corner there was a medium sized shed, painted black. “That’s Simon’s workshop.” Kyle had explained.

Up the stairs was another “office” type room. But this one was for play- not work. An air hockey table, a projector, the largest bean bags you’ve ever seen in your life, a wall with video games, movies and boardgames.

“Can this be my room?” You pleaded.

“You can come in there whenever you want.” Kyle promised. “Me and Johnny would enjoy the company.” Your stomach fluttered at smoothness of his voice. You wished you could record it for nights you had trouble sleeping. Next to the game room was another bathroom- this time a full one with a nicely sized tub and shower combo. “This’ll be your bathroom.”

It was as carefully decorated as the rest of the house. “You’ll share it with me and Johnny. Don’t worry he’s house trained.”

“Over here is your room.” Kyle presented. “It’s the plainest room in the house, but we rarely have people over.”

It was plain, but there was still a warmth to it. The thing that caught your eyes first was the large window overlooking into your surrounding neighbors backyard. Good thing you love to people watch. Your bed was in the center of the room with a plush white comforter and equally sinkable pillows. The closet was across from the bed with a sliding door. Your boxes were placed neatly in front of the window. “Oh and.” Kyle began. He took a few steps into your room, signaling for you to follow. He shut the door, leaving the two of you alone in your new bedroom.

“Simon installed this. We told him about the break ins- hope that was okay and he took it upon himself to install this bad boy, so you’d feel more comfortable.”

It was a swing lock, one that could only be opened from the inside. A soft gasp left your throat. “That’s so kind.” You whispered.

“Don’t make too big of a deal out of it.” It was a light warning. “He gets flustered easily.” You giggled, trying to suppress the tears building up in your eyes. You wanted to meet Simon now more than ever. Laswell was right- he wasn’t mean in the slightest. Next to your bedroom was another bedroom and across from it was the master bedroom.

“There’s only three rooms?” You hummed. “I’m not stealing someone room am I?” You doubted it with how unused your room look. Kyle shifted on his feet, his hand scratching the back of his neck. Laswell must’ve not given you ‘the talk’.

“Me and Johnny share that room.” Kyle said slowly. “Cap’ and Simon share that one.” He pointed towards the master bedroom.

“Oh!” You chirped. He could tell by your face you still didn’t catch on to what he was hinting at. In your mind they were all so close anyways, why wouldn’t they share a room? He sighed, but felt like it might be better for you to catch on naturally than for him to make it sound like a big deal. I mean it wasn’t like they were going to have an orgy in front of you.

“You hungry? It’s a nice day out. Cap’ usually throws something on the Barbecue.” Kyle offered already turning towards the stairs.

“That would be alright?” You questioned slowly. Kyle’s face softened.

“Course. Besides Johnny needs a new tennis partner.”

“What happened to the old one?”

“He’s a big ol’ cheater. No one wants to play him anymore.”

As promised John was just setting up his area and Johnny was bouncing a tennis ball against the side of the house.

“You play, bon?” It was a simple question, but it felt as if he was persuading you.

“I heard you cheat.” You felt as though you could be playful with him. His eyes scrunched in challenge.

“That’s what he’s been feedin’ you, hmm? Well bon, I have never cheated a day in my life. They just can’t wrap their heads around losing every time. It’s a coping mechanism.” He smirked. John shot a glare over his shoulder and Kyle shook his head quickly.

“Liar and a cheat.” Kyle yelped dodging a neon ball.

“I’ll go easy.” Johnny had turned his attention back to you.

Your hands twisted in your shirt. “Alright.” You sighed.

He did go easy on you. A part of you wondered if he was bored, the ball bouncing back and forth between the two of you at a snails pace. Yet every time you caught his gaze his face would express there was no where else he’d rather be. Well, you’re sure that wasn’t true. He was a people person. He made whoever he was interacting with feel like they were the only person in the world. Kyle had a similar effect. Though his was less assertive. With Johnny you would get attention, but with Kyle held back just enough to where you wanted it. Even now as your eyes carefully watched the ball they couldn’t help but drift over to him, sitting in the lawn chair keeping score.

You missed the ball.

“That was a record.” Kyle boasted, clapping his hands together. “15 passes in a row.”

“What’s the score though?” Johnny insisted.

“I don’t know, mate. 29 love.” Kyle shrugged. Johnny rolled his eyes.

“You won Johnny. Don’t worry.” You soothed.

“Didn’t make it easy, bon.”

He was competitive. You wondered how many fights had to be broken up in the game room.

“Foods just about ready, Johnny go get Simon.” You perked up in your chair.

“Yes sir, yes sir.” Johnny mocked stomped off, back into the house.

“You take cheese on your burger?” John asked. Your stomach had been growling for the past fifteen minutes. You quickly nodded. “We usually have chips but someone ate them as a midnight snack.” John chided placing a large plate of burgers in the center table.

“Simon too.” Kyle muttered, getting up heading back inside the house.

“How do you like your room, honey?” John asked, closing the grill top.

“I love it. It’s like a hotel.” You beamed. John’s lips quirked up into a smile.

“Glad to hear it.”

“Thank you again. You’re doing more than just giving me a place to stay.” You didn’t go into depth, but you could tell by the way his eyes softened that he knew what you meant.

The door slid open. Kyle came out with his arms full of condiments and two bags of potato chips or “crisps” as John called them. Johnny bounded out not soon after with a jug of soda and five cups balancing in his hand.

“Drink soda, Bon?”

“Umm not usually this late. I’m a wimp when it comes to caffeine.” You admitted.

“So what do you drink?” Johnny continued.

“Uh water.” You smiled sheepishly.

“That’s a new concept to him.” Kyle chuckled.

“I’ll go get it.” You took a glass and stood up. “Do you have any filtered? If not tap is fine.”

“There’s a pitcher in the fridge.” John answered. You slid the door open once more heading past the mudroom and slightly down the hall to turn into the kitchen.

You nearly dropped your glass at the large figure leaning against the kitchen island. He wasn’t much bigger than the others, but he looked more out of place.

“Hello.” You greeted. “Simon?” You asked slowly. He was handsome. You wished this group would make a calendar. They’d be sold out in no time. He looked about the same age as John. He had a beard trimmed close to his face, leaving enough of his strong jaw on display. His nose was a bit crooked and bumpy- must come with the job. His hair was honey ginger and cropped. But the thing that caught your attention first, and held it, were his eyes. A deep chestnut color, with absolutely no emotion it made you shudder.

Your name left his lips in a gravel breath.

“Yes.” You responded in an instant. “Just came in to get some water.” You stammered. He fixed his posture so he wasn’t blocking the way to the fridge. You grabbed the pitcher, almost overflowing your cup from the speed of the water. “Thank you for my lock.” You blurted. You peaked at him from over your shoulder. Turning your body to face his felt like too much of a commitment.

“Welcome.” He replied bluntly. “Sorry that happened to you.” He added. He cleared his throat, not turning back as he headed to the backyard.

So far, so good.

Hope you liked this next chapter. I personally believe that Ghost would not wear his mask in his home- or anywhere other than on the field or when he is physically on base. A man walking around town with a skull mask is much more likely to drawn attention- which is the last thing he wants. I also believe that Simon is a ginger 🙊🧡 based off of his two seconds without his mask on. Anywayysss This description isn’t set in stone and you are always welcome to think your own thoughts 🥰

See you next time!

[mochirizu]

A collection of WK headcanons because I can

MARTIN - 28, 5'10, he/him, December 23rd(Capricorn)

BIGGEST heart on the team. Sees good in everybody

He's like if someone gave a golden retriever a human suit.

BANNED from the kitchen he CANNOT COOK at his ancient self

He pulls the 'big brother card' a LOT

He LOVES to sing, but nobody has the heart to tell him he sucks so they just...let him

He loves so easily

Martin makes the stupidest dad jokes

He labels his things with a blue sticker so he can keep his stuff organized... he still loses things

He taught himself Mandarin Chinese out of sheer boredom; he is now almost fluent

He needs people to like him or he will DIE

Do not give him coffee; he will be insane and hyperactive and then go awol for the rest of the day

CHRIS - 24, 5'8, he/him, July 19th(Gemini)

Burned-out gifted kid? Yes

His experiments normally consist of him using Martin as his guinea pig for payback for all the jokes he got pulled on as a kid

Loves cinnamon-flavoured anything

He also has a pretty high spice tolerance

Used to be friends with Zach in preschool, but it stopped not long after that

He climbs trees because he's a sensory seeker.

Chris is an avid tea drinker

He is also the best dancer on the team

Chris was such a geek in high school, he didn't 'glow up' until he was 17

Since the Tazzy incident, Chris occasionally has cravings for raw meat but chalks it up to low-iron

The only one on the team with a consistent sleep schedule

AVIVA -26, 5'5, she/her, April 5th(Aries)

Her dad raised her to be tough and strong, therefore making her a perfectionist and a maniac lol

Aviva loves Hot chocolate with Marshmallows, and watching nostalgic cartoons

She has a nasty habit of comparing herself to others and gets ridiculously insecure when anyone challenges her opinion. She masks it by being defensive and doubling down

Beautiful by default(duh) but she doesn't see it

She has a nasty older brother who was the stem of all her insecurities

She found a grey hair once and cried

She was cheer captain in high school, hence her athleticism

Aviva is messy as hell. Like, more messy than Martin.

She also dislikes mud

The worst dancer on the crew(I'm sorry), but she's the most talented singer

NEVER lets her hair down, it gets in the way too much.

KOKI - 27, 5'4, she/they, Feburary 13th(Aquarius)

Raised by a single dad(parents divorced)

Grew up basically rich, but was kept humble

Koki's uncle taught her mechanics before he passed away when she was in middle school

She had a pet canary named Booboo

She has pent-up anger issues

LOVES Zytago music as her family comes from New Orleans

She 100% has muscles and biceps. Martin is jealous

"No, I'm not gay. Everyone wants to kiss their girlfriends at some point....right?"

When it comes to cooking, she's Jimmy's sous-chef

HATES being in tight or confined spaces

Wants to style her hair in something else other than a single puff, but always gets busy before she can book an appointment with a stylist

JIMMY - 25, 5'9, he/they/doesn't care, August 20th(Leo)

Had a very normal childhood. Like, eerily normal.

Has a younger brother and an older sister and they are ALL GINGER.

Everyone in his family is a Ginge except for his mom

Jimmy can speak nearly fluent Korean because he took a gap year in South Korea after High School.

He studied software engineering but dropped out to attend culinary school instead

He is the COOKING MASTER EVER

His family is secretly wealthy as FUCK

He has his own power suit, just never uses it

Had an emo phase

Jimmy's full name is James Coleman Benedict Zeigler

Grandma Jimmena has a bunch of random stories from her childhood and they are all UNHINGED

[goddessfloresz]

Her Recovery p2.

ONESHOT ❦︎ [named] FemReader x Larissa Weems

°° Reader's name: Florere Dulcie

𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗?

" ..What? "

" What I meant is.. May you please kindly help me apply the lipstick, Professor? "

Just from that simple sentence alone, your eyes widen ever so lightly as the blood rushed on your cheeks. Hopefully.. The principal wouldn't notice just how stunned you were from the request. It took you a moment to finally mutter a reply, but was just barely above a whisper as your body automatically moved, accepting the request. Larissa gave her signature red lipstick unto your hands, as she moved slightly closer to the side whilst maintaining intense eye contact. Gosh.. this woman will be the death of you. How can she be awfully good at maintaining eye contact? Of course, the flustered fool you are, you immediately avoided her gaze and focused on her lips instead. Expertly trying to keep your cool as you slightly leaned in, taking off the lipstick cap and having your thumb graze over her chin to steady her head. Those precious, plump, and kissable rosy lips of hers.. You wondered how it would feel to have her lips against yours- For fuck's sake! Don't act like a fool! Don't reveal that you're awfully gay for her!

Gosh..

This was it, anyways.. You chose this. You wanted this. You wanted to form some kind of bond with her.. Afterall, There is certainly no turning back now.

You swallowed the uncomfortable lump in your throat as the lipstick finally made contact with Larissa's soft lips. Thinking to yourself why in the hell did the principal would want you to 'help' her apply the lipstick anyways? Being in the fields of make up as a feminine woman, you knew for damn sure this tall independent woman can apply her lipstick perfectly without a mirror. Perhaps it was maybe because you were more experienced in terms of make-up and decided to put it into the test? Or perhaps she just wanted to get closer to you, to feel you- Oh stop it! Focus!

You could almost feel Larissa's gaze piercing through your skin, how long has she been staring at you? Because you can certainly feel the tension growing, or you're just being delusional.

" Could you pat those lips together for me? " You didn't give time for your brain to process the words you've just said, it just spilled naturally. Your gaze were still on her lips, it was certainly hard to take it off. After a lil hesitation, Larissa complied with your request and pats her lips together. Creating the matte effect on her lips with the signature red lipstick. You narrowed your eyes as soon as she stopped with the movement, immediately seeing the empty part of the corners of her lips. The perfectionist you are, you automatically rubbed your thumb against her lipstick and started patting your thumb upon the corners of lips. Drifting into the world of focus, you didn't notice the growing rosy cheeks of the taller woman over your simple gesture.

" And...- There! " You exclaimed, glancing at the gaze of the woman, only to find out that she's still staring. You cleared your throat and immediately avoided her gaze by grabbing a wet tissue to wipe your colored thumb to avoid that piercing blue eyes of hers. That blush on your cheeks seeming not to leave. Shuffling through your own bag to find a wet tissue, you found out that you had a compact mirror carried with you. You blinked a few times to process your discovery, you didn't even realize that your mouth was slightly open from shock and immediately had your hands on it.

" I supposed I need glasses. I didn't notice this.." You embarrassedly stated a joke after a minute of silence, as you showed her the compact mirror. Her gaze glancing at it before giggling. " I supposed we could use that to check your work, hm? " Larissa raised a brow playfully with that genuine smirk of hers, on which you couldn't help but giggle as you handed that compact mirror. Her Strong British accent never failing to make you blush for no utter reason.

" Oh, Please.. it's just lipstick, Principal Weems. Nothing too complex. "

" Call me Larissa. No need for formalities when we're together, dear. " The principal hummed in approval right after her sentence. Once she saw her applied lipstick on her lips, her smile grew out of pure joy. It was certainly the right decision to bring her signature red lipstick along with you.

Once again, you found yourself stunned upon what you're hearing. You're hearing this right? You aren't going deaf are you? She's asking you to call her Larissa, by her name!! And that pet name, she's totally interested in you, you fool!!-STOP IT! You basically screamed at your self from being too delusional. She probably calls everyone all sorts of pet names, right..? You shook your head to get your thoughts out for a moment.

" I knew I could trust you.. "

" Hm? "

" With my personal belongings and as well.. with applying my lipstick. I thought for a moment you would turn me into a clown. "

Upon that sentence, you both cracked a genuine laugh. Seeming as if both of you are enjoying one's company.. This was the start of the flowing conversations, and perhaps a blossoming friendship. You savored every second the moment that never ending conversations effortlessly flowed comfortably from each of your mouths. From experiences with the students and their parents to something more personal like; favorite genre of music, exotic foods you've both have tried, and many more.. You didn't even notice the way you were smiling from ear to ear, so this is what small efforts can do.. You have successfully established a friendship with your boss, Larissa Weems.

So engaged upon your conversations, both of you didn't notice that time went by. The nurse decided to come in and remind you that visiting hours are ending in a few minutes.. which made you feel that bittersweet taste on your tongue that seems to never want to let go of Larissa's presence. You immediately went to fix your purse, and re-organize the principal's stuff upon the nurse's words. This sweet feeling has come to an end..

" Well, that's that. Please do focus on recovering, Principal- "

" Larissa, dear. "

" Right- I forgot..- I certainly hope you get better, Larissa Weems.. "

" Just Larissa, sweetheart. No need for formalities.. "

" I apologize, it seems like I'm just used to calling you by formalities. Especially with the name Weems.. " This time, you couldn't help but giggle in embarrassment once again.

" There's nothing to be sorry about, dear. " She replied with that sweet smile of hers. Gosh.. how many more pet names shall she call you? You wondered if you were a blushing mess, considering the different times of pet names she had called you.

" Get well. " You said upon your final goodbyes, a heavy sigh escaping once you've said that ever so genuinely that Larissa could feel the words melt into her heart. Once you were out of her room, you didn't realize the breath you were holding the moment you had been talking to her. This woman has certainly a crazy effect on you.

What else if this friendship blossoms into something more?

•••

Friday the 10th, 12nn.

The day that Principal Weems's was released from Jericho's Hospital.

" There will be no lectures for today. Use your time wisely to prepare whatever plans you have for Principal Weems. " You stated kindly at your whole class full of students. Seeing almost all of them being so giddy about the Principal's coming, you wanted them to use your period for this certain event. The students couldn't help but cheer in excitement, especially Enid Sinclair. " Oh thank you, professor! You're the best! " The girl stated as she immediately ran towards you for a hug. You couldn't help but chuckle and pat her head,

" Go now, you know Principal Weems. She always arrives early. " You said with a smile along with a playful wink. Upon your words, the students were leaving to do whatever they planned inside the Nevermore's circular space in the middle where the students usually take their meals. The last student to leave was Wednesday, making you immediately call for her attention.

" Miss Addams, for a moment. " You smiled as she stopped on her tracks to face you with that ever so stoic expression of hers. You're already used to her glaring.. " I hope you're doing alright after all that's happened within the school grounds. " Despite having slight fear whenever talking to this certain student, you couldn't help but still express your concern. Wednesday didn't give any expression but just stared, " I know you can't help but act on your instincts but.. Just restrain yourself for a few days, since Principal Weems is still recovering and immediate stress can..- " You immediately stopped upon your words once Wednesday's eyes narrowed on you, her glare becoming more stern. You couldn't help but sigh with your own choice of words, " I'm sorry.. I didn't mean for it to sound like an insult.. " 

" I know. " That was all Wednesday said as a reply before she left you in the silence of your classroom.

Another sigh escaped from your lips as you looked at your own desk piled with papers. Ever since Larissa was gone for recovery, you immediately took matters in your own hands. From keeping her office clean, to reducing her work load. Love can make you do so many things.. that you even had to sacrifice your own responsibilities just so she could feel at ease. So caught up in your world, you failed to notice the cheerful students voices outside of your classroom, you were piled up in your own work, creating a new source of stress for yourself. And that messy desk of yours was doing all the talk just on how much stress you would have to handle.

..The clock ticks as time passes by, you had failed to greet the Principal's coming. You were checking on the test papers of hundreds of students here in Nevermore, taking occasional glances at the door due to the muffled noises caused by the students. The door opened and closed, this time you didn't want to take off your eyes from the two papers you were holding,

" May I help you, dear? " You said as you scanned the paper with your eyes, thinking the one who entered was a student.

" I hope I'm not disturbing you professor.. " That familiar voice you would never get tired of, it was not a student but none other than Principal Weems herself standing in all of her glory right in front of your desk. Your eyes immediately caught on her gaze, immediately throwing whatever you were doing and standing up to welcome the taller woman. " I thought you were a student, I apologize— I didn't realize..- " you immediately stuttered upon your words but was quickly shushed by her. " There is nothing to apologize for.. " Larissa said as her eyes scanned your messy desk, that smile of hers almost fading at the thought of your workload.

You immediately followed her eyes and couldn't help but fall silent for a moment to try and explain this certain mess. " It's nothing really.. "

" No, dear.. you're overworking yourself. So it is true when the faculty said that you took my responsibilities as a Principal for a certain moment? Goodness heavens, Florere.. " Larissa had expressed her awful concern for you regarding the work load.

" I- "

" Don't do that ever again. "

A heavy sigh escaped the tall woman's lips as she helped you organize your files on the desk. You couldn't help but blush at how concerned the woman must've been for you and how she expressed it softly yet sternly at the same time, because to be honest? When you took the Principal's responsibilities, you swear you could've drowned at the endless emails. There was a moment of silence between you two, just the sounds of shuffling folders and papers was deafening. Finally, Larissa broke the silence..

" I suppose I can invite you to Weathervane? "

" I can't.. "

" I would appreciate to pay you back for your hard work, professor. You need it. " Larissa said softly yet there was a firm determination in her tone. Causing you to pause and process her words for a moment, because in that little head of yours it sounded more of a.. date.

" Hm? " The taller woman hummed as she tilted her head, awaiting for your response.

" Of course.. if.. that's what you want. But really you don't have to- "

" Don't be foolish, professor. " This time, Larissa's tone was firm. It was more of a demand, the usual boss attitude. Making you clear your throat  and nod, because truth to be told? You are indeed a fool. For her.

•••

And here you are, ending up walking alongside Larissa on the way to Weathervane. It wasn't far much of a distance, but considering a breath of fresh air was what you two needed.. afterall, handling young students can be stressful. There was this undeniable comfortable yet awkward silence between the two of you, as you made your way to the Weathervane. Each of you hesitantly trying to find a conversation to spark. Winter had ended recently.. the spring air had came. Nonetheless, it was still pretty cold outside.

" I hope you're not forcing yourself to walk for such a distance.. afterall, you're still recovering, Larissa. " You stated, finally gathering the courage to look at her face upon a conversation. Finding her already staring at you with those 'never tiring to look at' blue eyes of hers.. The taller woman can't help but chuckle at your concern, " I am fully recovered, dear. You should be more concerned about yourself, considering your seeming sleepless state. "

How the hell did she know? ..That you were constantly up and awake at night, was it that obvious? No.. you're sure it wasn't, because you were confident with your make-up skills. My.. she's such an observer. It makes you wonder if she also notices that faint blush on your cheeks everytime she does something that you shouldn't be blushing about. Noticing the way that you're silent, Larissa grew wary of the choice of her words. Before she could even open her mouth to apologize, you immediately interrupted. " You're right. " You chuckled at yourself, snuggling your nose unto the scarf you wore for a moment. Larissa found this habit of yours quite adorable, and she couldn't help but be glad when she shot some realization on you.

Once the two of you arrived at Weathervane, Larissa the oh so gentle woman opened the doors for you to walk on first. The blush on your cheeks returning at the small gesture as your tired eyes raked over the top menu over the bar counter.

" I'd probably get a pumpkin latte, since I'm not much of a coffee person.. you? " You muttered, as you grabbed your wallet from your pockets. In which Larissa's hand found its way to your hands, stopping you from paying your drink. Your eyes immediately met her gaze, the slight confusion and flushed cheeks probably visible..

" Please.. let me pay for your hard work, professor. It's on me. " Larissa winked at the end of her sentence, leaving your mouth completely agape and standing for a moment when she went to the counter to make some orders. Shaking you're head to make you come back to reality, you realized that there were only two available sits since the Weathervane seems to be packed today. Instinctively, you made your way there and reserved the last two sits for both of you. As you sat, just when you thought that ignoring your sleep deprived body was good enough to work for the day, now you felt the effects of your refusal to rest. The sharp migraine coursing through your head suddenly made it hard for you to actually take time and relax.

And after a moment of waiting, Larissa arrived along with your drinks. But upon her arrival, she immediately noticed how your eyes were shut as you frantically rub your temples. " Professor? " She said as her voice was full of concern, making sure the high chair scooted closer to you before she sat down. Making sure she instantly had her hand on your shoulder, to at least provide some comfort of some sort..

" I'm fine.. " You muttered out under your breath, as you blinked rapidly trying to steady your vision. You felt a warm presence and immediately knew that Larissa had a gentle and protective gaze over you as she rubs her thumb on your shoulders, soothing some of your pain out which actually helped. For a moment you felt time freeze as you observed her awfully concerned face, and it also made you distracted away from your migraine.

" We can always come back to Nevermore, if you can't handle your migraine. " Larissa stated. Being a principal who deals a lot of stress, she knows the pain and gestures of someone who has a migraine.

" No, I want to be able to finish my latte. " You immediately chuckled at your own remark, in which Larissa also seems to reply with a small smile, the concern still etching on her face.

" Whatever you say, dear. But keep in mind that I will be helping you regarding.. the stacked files on that desk of yours. "

A/N: I'm not really sure what will come after this so it ended up on this cliffhanger.. [ Academics had flooded my brain. ]

[abbertionaldyke]

kyle “gaz” garrick headcanons

x black plus-size civilian/mercenary reader + black gnc reader

sfw & nsfw tones

once had a stim phase where he would say “swag” almost all the time

deescalates arguments between the two of you as quick as possible

adores pda to a certain extent

^when you tease him too much and his threshold is met it’s time to skedaddle

uses his puppy eyes to win you over more than he thinks

lower back touching enthusiast

^moves his hand to your hips or waist to guide you/pull you closer

if you cross paths on a mission he will switch to your channel for a quick moment and whisper the call-sign he gave you

^once he figures out y’all are in the same area, he takes any chance he gets to check up on you

(y’all know kyle is ghanian?!!??? BYE. a black gay with west african heritage. twin!)

got a few lessons from his mom before cooking for you

def has receptive multilingualism but is trying learn his native language more now

practices with you and it makes you laugh when he says something with so much confidence then backtracks before getting stuck for a good minute

has severe anxiety

(y’all chuckle at it but) that helicopter incident was very traumatic for him. left him with a concussion and fucked up his ribs a lil. has dreams where the trucks are coming right at him and bullets flying toward him and he’s just defenseless

fidgets a lot. he rlly cannot stay still

scent fiend. always smelling you subtly

adopts phrases from you quick as hell

furrows his brows most of the time as a reflex

^^looks mean but is a sweetheart

knows you can handle yourself but will always stand his ground to protect you first

absolutely enjoys kissing the nape of your neck + nuzzling his nose against it

so baby boy hol’ on

when you rub his temples he will 9/10 times fall asleep

house-spouse to the max when he’s not working. went to multiple stores to find the best-looking apron

enjoys being a perfectionist for anything he does for you

^work related will definitely overwhelm him tho

good ‘ol mighty grip on ya when y’all cuddling

stifles moans until you coax it out of him

v dominant (non-sensual?) in public sphere. very prominent, bold demeanor is what i mean (das so sexi so)

noticed when you couldn’t stop taking in his cologne this one time and immediately bought the whole set with the lotion and bodywash

favors cleanliness. if you’re naturally someone who isn’t particular about cleaning he subtly clean up after you with no complaints

will ask you and other guests to take your shoes off at the door

hates being ignored and will absolutely panic if he does something to make you do so

touch enthusiast—his hand is always creeping up on you during any activity y’all are doing

enjoys watching you sit down so he can watch your thick thighs press against one another

^def have to bring his attention back to you multiple times. forgive him he’s easily distracted

takes his time with foreplay bc he really can’t get enough of the sensation of your skin on his lips and fingertips

begging + those puppy-eyes of his,,,have moicy

munching on him as we speak!

requests are open :3

[psylunari]

For the ship ask game: kunikidazai, suegiku, atsulucy

NOTE: the post will be long as heck. I'll keep reblogging for every ship addition till I finish.

I'll preface this by saying, yes! I do ship all of these!

Kunikidazai

(nervous chuckle) buckle up, buttercup.

1. What made you ship it?

TL;DR: ironically enough, writing it made them take over my brain.

Mid-tier answer: It wasn't one specific thing. I watched the show and had 1 (one) plot bunny one year later (my most-read BSD fic). I was writing a MHA OC/canon thing at the time. While passionate about that OC/canon, it was a difficult fic, and I put it on hold.

Writing that knkdz fic proved itself easier. It was flowing. It forced me into a deep dive in their dynamic. The result is what you see.

Long answer: it took me 10+ years in fandom (legit) to like m/m ships. So it's kinda hard?? To watch things with m/m tinted glasses. AKA deliberately looking for m/m chemistry, or interpreting it always that way, or making it up in my head if I can't find it. If I come across a ship, I came across a ship. And I'm the same for any ship.

During my first watch of bongo straycats, I didn't ship much of anything. I looked at those two and went, “yeah, they're haha funny, if I were to ship something it'd probably be this”. I was done with the three seasons out, then, I “forgot” BSD.

I mean. Not that I forgot. I was in-between fandom phases with other stuff. So I didn't pay “the popular ships” much mind. They were there. A thing that existed. I didn't care for them.

Then it went like:

“Hey, I could use some change in my life, lemme style my hair like this anime twink.” “Fic idea for haha funny ship. What if instead of disappearing to commit the die, the anime twink was sick and didn't tell anyone?” ?????? “It is a CRIME that THIS dynamic is on the unpopular side, I'm declaring myself in knkdz hell till further notice and will do something about it.”

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

TL;DR: they are multifaceted, their relationship is a deep rabbit hole of symbolism, and a blast to write about.

Superficial answer: complementary personalities + look good together + attractive + hilarious banter + suspicious moments + annoyances to lovers.

Heartfelt answer: I look at them from a complete perspective. Never one without the other, never caricatures of themselves. There's the caring domestic side, the dumb disagreements, the synergy and mutual respect, the defiance of internal values, the angst past and present… They are complex. The more you dig, the more you find. It's entertaining. It made the brain go brrrrr.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

It isn't often I come across interpretations I disagree with. Dedicated knkdz shippers and I are mostly in the same wavelength. My unpopular opinion, however, boils down to “I interpret both as some flavor of bisexual, not gay” and “mischaracterization”.

Will elaborate on the latter.

On Kunikida: headcanon as the fandom might, IMO, this guy isn't confident about love and sex. Let alone super liberated.

Picture this. Inexperienced + perfectionist + “dear diary, today I dreamt of my perfect wife” + “do girls not like me because I'm a nerd?” = pretty romantic, huh? And out of touch with reality.

Don't get me wrong. He does have carnal desires or kinks, I feel. I see him as shy and easy to fluster in the beginning. He takes time to relax and do his thing, being his own biggest critic.

On Dazai: he isn't helpless and definitely has an edge. I have a catboy agenda to set. Think like a cat's claws. Can and will scratch if unhappy, they're part of him, do not declaw the catboy. The feetsies are soft and adorable. They're also a part of him.

In the love aspect: when he LIKES someone, Dazai goes “brain.exe has stopped working” and does/says the stupidest shit. I think he orbits them out of no idea how to deal with it. Staying in the same space, wanting closure, not asking for it. Literal cat behavior again.

Now, in sex matters, he's shameless for… the most part. Not vulnerable all the time. He can flirt when it's for meaningless flings. What IMO WOULD make him cry is emotional stuff. Which may be tied to a sexual moment. Just not necessarily.

[isayoldbean]

my other alt! when they announced the new data center i was debating whether or not i should be a character there, and then they announced one of the servers would be called maduin and my ff6 obsessed self couldn't just Not have a character there. and then one of my friends came to me and asked if i'd be interested in going in half with them on getting an fc house on the new server for workshop sub tax evasion purposes and i was like oh hell yeah. so for those two reasons i had to come up with another idea for an alt

remembering that i had originally planned on making an au ra before being foiled by only having access to base arr races, i decided to try my hand at making the au ra i most likely Would have made if i had been allowed to make one from the beginning. it turned out to be hard because i was trying to make a character for a game i know almost everything about with the idea that it was supposed to be a character made when i knew nothing about it. after a while, this is who i wound up with!

this is the first picture i ever took of her, in all her dripless sprout glory

anyway, this is hikari! she was originally supposed to have a different surname but i created her literally as soon as the new servers went live on reset day and i was too tired to remember what it was so now she's hikari mistdweller. it is what it is

i'm still working on her overall backstory because i learn more about her the longer i play but she's still in arr, but more or less her deal is that she was raised in a small village near the ruby sea. her parents were really shitty and emotionally abusive and she was basically their unfavorite child. then one day in her early teens, her sister died in an accident, and her family blamed her for it and got her kicked out of the village.

she kind of wandered for a while just doing her best to survive, clawing her own existence out of the dirt as best she could. eventually she heard tales of adventurers earning fortunes and glory in eorzea, and decided that she was going to go become really successful and cool and famous and make everyone in her town regret kicking her out.

as she got closer to eorzea she started hearing tales of raubahn aldynn's unlikely rise to syndicate member and flame general and decided to make for ul'dah to attempt to follow in his footsteps. and that is where the beginning of arr picks up, more or less

she's kind of uptight and serious and emotionally repressed but she is learning how to human better, slowly but surely. she is a perfectionist and a workaholic. she likes to bite people. she's a little feral. she can't cook and is perfectly happy eating tree bark if she can't scrounge up anything else. she was voted most likely to say 'what do you mean you're being murdered. they can't do that. that's illegal' in a crisis. she likes gemstones and mining and smithing her own weapons and armor. she thinks of herself as a weapon first and a person never. she's so determined to prove to everyone, herself most of all, that she's deserving of love and attention and respect, that she will give and give and give of herself until she is completely empty and then do it some more. she's a self loathing closeted gay but not in a homophobic way which shouldn't even be possible, and yet. she's a poor little meow meow. and she may or may not have autism.

even though she's still in arr i know two things without a doubt about what lies in store for her in future expacs:

in stormblood she returns to the ruby sea, eager to return to her hometown to show everybody that she's hot shit now and don't they feel bad for kicking her out... only to find that at some point between when she was exiled and when she returned, the garleans completely razed the town to the ground. there's nobody left. she will never have her catharsis

her skin/scale color combination kind of reminds me of wedgewood jasperware china, so in shb her sin eater form would be some sort of porcelain construct looking creature with kintsugi ribboned through damaged areas

anyway this is my sadgirl lesbian lizard that i like to put in the torture nexus i hope you enjoy her

[hhelliish]

All (named) Characters' in Hellish! (SO FAR!) + Descriptions (PART 1)

some have designs, some are being worked on, and ones with designs/info are still up for change!

- Bea Valerian

Protagonist, Princess of Hell

Age: 23,000+

Gender: Trans Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Personality: Chaotic, Loyal, Impulsive, Caring, Strong Sense of Justice

- Angelo Rosine

Bea's Best Friend, Club Owner, Campaign Runner

Age: 22,000+

Gender: Trans Male

Sexuality: Gay

Pronouns: He/Him

Status: Irritable, Suave, Flexible, Heavily Empathetic, Generous

- Horatia Matrona

Scholar, Researcher, Top Student

Age: 24,000+

Gender: Nonbinary

Sexuality: Asexual Lesbian

Pronouns: She/They

Personality: Perfectionist, Overachiever, Hyper-Focused, Genuine, Honest

- Laz (Laziel) Concette

Guitarist, Free-Spirit

Age: 21,000+

Gender: Genderfluid

Sexuality: Pansexual

Pronouns: Any

Personality: Optimistic, Independent, Laidback, Creative, Has a Hard Time Expressing Their Emotions, Friendly

- Sin

Chaos Causer

Age: Unknown

Gender: Nonbinary

Sexuality: Pansexual

Pronouns: He/It

Personality: Observant, Confident, Extremely Extra, Silly, Clever, Does Not Take Anything Seriously

- Rosalia Crescent

Most Recent Fallen-Angel

Age: 23,000+

Gender: Aproagender

Sexuality: Omnisexual

Pronouns: They/Them

Personality: Gentle, Graceful, Soft-Spoken, Protective, Wise

- Lucifer Morningstar

King of Hell, God's "Favorite"

Age: Unknown (OLD)

Gender: Agender

Sexuality: Aroace Gay

Pronouns: He/Him

Personality: Distant, Quiet, Thoughtful, Blunt, Slightly Air-headed

- Palmira Valerian

Lucifer's Assistant, Retired Leader

Age: Unknown: (Around Lucifer's Age)

Gender: Demigirl

Sexuality: Lesbian

Pronouns: She/Her

Personality: Cocky, Natural Leader, Stern, Flirty, Cautious, Organized

- June St. James

College Student, Unknown Magical Abilities

Age: 22

Gender: Trans Femme

Sexuality: Lesbian

Pronouns: She/Her

Personality: Anxious, Passionate, Emotional, Critical, Very Talkative

(MORE DESCRIPTIONS WILL MADE IN THE FUTURE !)

[sanityshorror]

Another Julius canon info please!!

-🧸

I'm so sorry, this is all over the place and I'm pretty sure I've already posted all the information over the course of the last 15 months (I can't believe I posted Julius 15 months ago..) I included his ref and some illustrations/doodles/stretches to jazz it up. ANYWAY

Julius stands at 6'5 inches in his boots, 6'2 without.

Julius is all about deception. Nothing more than a thin veil of beauty to hide the rot beneath – both metaphorically and literally, as Julius is always rotting inside. This leads him to have to regularly replace his internal organs to prevent the rot from consuming him. He has a special rose that decays at the same rate as his body, which lets him know when it's time to change the insides.

If Julius doesn't keep up with maintaining his body, his false form will eventually completely rot and he'll be left in his true form until he fully rebuilds a new body to be his false form

↑ has never happened, however. Being a perfectionist, Julius always keeps up with self maintenance.

Julius is significantly more messed up than Killian. Deception is a helluva thing. There's a reason he scares the living shit out of Killian.

Killian nearly always calls him 'Jules' (his nickname for him), instead of Julius. (Keep that in mind, it's important for MWTSN)

Julius loves animals, especially cats. He really loves cats. He doesn't own any, to his dismay, because he panics over the idea of cat hair getting everywhere.

Julius is basically a cat in human form. Killian discovered when they were young children, if he dangled a string in front of Julius's face, Julius would watch it swing back and forth silently before eventually pouncing at it with no warning. Julius still does this.

Julius is completely apolitical.

He usually uses straws with his drinks, and has a tendency to deliberately loudly slurp from them.

He's generally just a complete sassy bitch and petty as hell.

He's not actually stupid and clearly is rather intelligent. His lack of knowledge on many logic 101 things is based on either 1) the lack of education being a product of his time 2) Julius only learns about things he has interest in, if something doesn't interest him, you couldn't pay him to learn.

Still.. He is..a little dumb xD ↓

Julius was born December 24, 1874 in the outskirts of Dublin, Ireland. He immigrated to Boston shortly after turning 18.

Being a man from the 1800s, he has the expected skill set of one. Meaning, yes, he can hunt, build stuff, ride horses, knows how to survive in the wilderness off the land, so on and so forth.

Julius came from a working class family and came into his money on his own, having a very successful dress shop.

Julius is age locked at exactly 24, he was killed on his 24th birthday.

He was born a human but has been a demon since January of 1899.

He's mob affiliated because of Killian.

His stuffed animal Mr Bear doesn't have any supernatural aspects, Mr Bear is just a regular plushie that Julius is very attached to. He's had Mr Bear since longer than he can remember (fun fact: he was actually gifted Mr Bear by his mother on the day he was born). Mr Bear is very much a comfort item to Julius, he kinda brings it everywhere.

Julius has childish behavior but it's due to mental/emotional stunting, as well as OSDD (I won't elaborate on his OSDD, at least at this time).

Julius is also wise farrrrr beyond his years in other aspects.

He really can't stand being called a Twink lol (he's really not a Twink at all).

Julius is a bit intimidated/made anxious by "fangirls"

He's gay, idk where the bisexual (and straight🗿) rumors began but he's canonically gay and married to Killian Lynch (who is pan)

source: myself, I created both Julius and Killian xD

[sunset-bridge]

I agree completely but i iwant you to elaborate anyeaha

-chai gay sex giy(ps i haveca migraine so that is why i cant typw)

MR CHAI GAY SEX in my askbox. no fucking way.....! ai generated. also i hope your migraine clears soon friend : (

anyways AHEM.

ok well. ocd... is the obsession disorder. i think you can already percieve some of this . what with how Obsession is such a theme with goro. Obsession with the Protagonist Obsession with Revenge Obsession with Perfection.

i think he could have pure O ocd. for anyone that doesnt know, pure O ocd is when you only have the obsessions but not physical compulsions. ex: i have an obsession about my house burning down but instead of doing any physical rituals like checking the stove or jumping up and down or pacing around etc. etc . i just. do mental obsessions, like repeating a phrase, counting to a number, arguing with my brain why my house WONT burn down for 4353 hours etc.

he could very well also have classic OCD but... frankly with how little time he would have to make any compulsions due to his frantic public life, im almost certain that 99% of them are mental.

OCPD (Obsessive Compulsive PERSONALITY disorder) is also a candidate for an additional disorder. for anyone that isnt familiar, this disorder is what most people would think as being a "perfectionist" or a "control freak". but to a degree where its obsessive and damaging to your quality of life. its common for it to couple with classic OCD (haha me...) and the combo is quite... devastating.

anyways. i just think the way he doubts his own convictions after meeting the protag is very ocd like.. he tries so hard to not recognize them and to convince himself hes right. he cant be wrong. he CANT AFFORD TO BE WRONG. not about his whole self! nnot about everything he stands for! it would hurt so deeply to be told you been doing it wrong your whole life.. that your core of thinking is wrong..resonates with me.. although for him specifically it would also be real event ocd (when a thing ACTUALLY happened in the past and your obsessions are about this thing etc and any implications. repeating events in your head and analyzing them ad nauseum etc) . i also think the sunk cost thing applied at some point absolutely 100% like. you dedicated your life to this plan. and you want to stop now??? no way. you already put so much into it. got to see it through. you're right. everyone else is wrong. they have to be.everything is hinging on this. no no. its just an intrusive thought. you're right. you have to be. if not, then what the hell was everything for!!

AND ALSO. how he is so. obsessive over maintaning his public image. ofc its for his plan but the feeling still applies. he Needs to be aware of everything always Everything must go according to plan Every detail must be perfect . I need to know what you Expect so i can perform correctly. You will never catch me off guard. I will be in control I need to Be the ONE in control of my life. etc. and so forth

also just the way his life is fleeting away being obsessed with his whole revenge spiral while he kinda gets more fucked up in his brain inside his skull day by day without saying anything to anyone. none of these people know etc...

very ocd core of his part. reminds me of my lowest moments where it felt like i was gonna die in the corner of my room but everything was happening in my brain. i felt like someone was stabbing me with a knife and twisting it inside. but no one else could see (this is not me being dramatic it really just Feels like That. very frustrating. a lot of people with ocd and other anxiety disorders can agree that they cause physical symptoms..)

and yeah his catharsis moment at shidos palace ... yeah...the raw emotion and the cruelty of reality hitting you in the face... everything you lived for and all of your ideals were wrong. this is my worst nightmare. i dont think i could be as strong.

thank you for listening to me! i shall go to sleep.

EDIT ALSO. r/ocdmemes moment

case closed

[anaisbebe]

Chaos's Character Introduction

Welcome to another introductory post! The first one is here. Chaos is from my WIP Red Veil of Order (RVO)

CW: Mentions of abuse in personality traits, relationships, external conflicts, and internal conflicts. Mention of mental health struggles in internal conflicts.

Basic Information: Chaos is the god of the Void. He is ageless and rules over the Underworld. He uses he/him pronouns and identifies as gay and grey-ace. He is Korean.

Physical Description: Chaos is 6'4. He towers over almost everyone he meets (he prefers it that way). He has long, straight black hair that goes down to his knees. He has black almond shaped eyes and lines under them. He has two lip rings and two eyebrow piercings in the middle of his thick eyebrows. He is somewhat wrinkled and looks to be about 45-48. He has a hooked, bumpy nose. His lips are thick. His skin is grey. He has two red wings on his head. In his human form, his unnatural attributes disappear. He wears reading glasses.

Personality Traits: Chaos is a Advocate, also known as a INFJ-T. He is insightful, passionate, and principled. He believes in his ideologies as much as he possibly can. He comes off as an idealogue. He is insecure, perfectionistic, and prone to burnout. An important aspect of his personality is his Jekyll and Hyde dynamic. When he is sober, he is a kind, loving person and father. When drunk, he becomes abusive.

Background: Chaos's background is not well known. He was 'born' in the Void. The rest of the gods seemed to hate him, and due to his mental health issues, he went to sleep for billions of years. He woke up in 1700 and started to create a life.

Motivations and Goals: His main motivation is to turn the entire world (Heaven, Earth, and Hell) into a true communist society. Chaos is the dictator of the proletariat. Even though he advocates for 'equality and Utopia,' his reign is oppressive and punishes those who do not comply with his ideologies. Regardless, Chaos believes what he is doing is right. He genuinely does not comprehend the problems in his society.

Relationships: Chaos is dating Tartarus for the first part of the novel. They have an on and off again relationship, and are known to constantly be fighting. Chaos cheats on Tartarus with a god named Erebos, although he is being emotionally (and physically, at times) abused. Even though he is significantly stronger than this deity, the psychological power Erebos holds over Chaos is enough to keep him from ending the affair. Chaos is also the father of Beatrice and Marceline Lunar. (Marceline is deceased.) While sober, he tries his hardest to repair his relationship with Beatrice, although it doesn't go well due to their clashing political views and his history of abuse.

Skills and Abilities: Chaos is almost omnipotent. He has magic and powers at will. He is also a talented writer, but not at fiction. He can compose music (although, he only does this for his propaganda).

Character Arc: At the beginning of the novel, Chaos struggles with alcoholism and abusive tendencies. He is also holding power over a repressive regime. As he works on himself, he gets over his addiction, although his political ideologies never change.

Internal Conflicts: Chaos struggles with severe depression, SI, and SH. He is an alcoholic and a smoker. His alcoholism changes his character so much so to where he abuses others around him. He is deeply insecure. These feelings drive some of his actions throughout the novel.

External Conflicts: His main conflicts are Beatrice, Erebos, Gaia, and Tartarus. His daughter is against his repressive regime, so she does everything she can to stop it behind his back. (In the middle of the novel, she starts to double agent and pretends to be part of his team). Erebos is his abuser. He is manipulative and pressures Chaos into allowing many people to die. Erebos's true intentions are unknown to the reader and Chaos. Gaia is his rival. Him and Gaia are in a violent war. The conflict of Tartarus is too much of a plot spoiler to tell ATM ;-)

Anyway! That is a lot of information. Chaos is my second favorite OC! He is just so complicated. I love that although he is an immortal god, he is dealing with human struggles (like mental health). Adds a cool touch imo.

Tag list (ask to be added) @honeybewrites

[1-800-cr33py]

Could I please request Julius the Dressmaker HCs? 💗💗 He's my favorite 🥰 Sfw and nsfw, please 💗💗💗

👒 anon

I’d love to! Please be aware that Julius belongs to @sanityisforlosers and none of these headcanons are works of canon! As Julius is canonically gay, the is written for a male reader.

SFW

I feel like Julius is very picky over his appearance, knowing what colors look good on himself and what colors don’t. He’s a perfectionist and will spend hours trying to make his appearance reflect what he deems perfect.

I feel it in m soul that Julius likes spicy food, idk why but he just looks like he eats hot peppers for the hell of it.

Due to his preferred killing methods, he’s become quite knowledgeable about human anatomy and how it works.

Julius finds polishing the gun (so graciously gifted by Killian) almost therapeutic, making a device used to hurt others shiny and new.

Due to being frozen in time both physically and mentally, Julius will not grow or mature, something that some of his victims don’t realize as they plead for their lives

I feel like Julius has some form of religious psychosis, causing his to have hallucinations of what he calls ‘angels’. No one knows what these ‘ angels’ look like as he only vaguely describes them.

TW: Descriptions of drug withdrawal, please skip over if triggering.

Due to his alcoholism and addiction to cocaine, Julius will stash money he has and experience violent withdrawals in which he’ll scratch at his arms, cognitive disorientation, slurred speech, and night terrors.

Julius is a smoker, and I think the rot in his chest worse but he doesn’t care.

Julius likes to dance by himself when he’s alone.

He loves being the center of attention, and will make stories and lies of glamour, trying to return everyone’s attention back onto himself.

That’s all I got TvT writer’s block has me in a headlock rn ghoulies

Also please head over to @sanityisforlosers page! I highly recommend their works if you like darker works! I’d love to make some fanart of their characters (with their permission ofc)

[bookwyrminspiration]

Ninjago is weird af. It's a kids Lego show (The first and only one to properly take off, the ones that came after it were cheap knock-offs and were somehow even weirder. Example: Lego Chima, Nexo knights. Nexo was just ninjago but with knights, instead.) That, I'm fairly certain, is still running. The original director and creator of the show left really recently, though, and the shows being left in the hands of new people.

It's obviously a kids show, but like, it could make some serious bucks as an anime tbh. Before the reboot (They changed the animation style after the movie, to make it more consistant? Idk, I didn't like it because the movie wasn't really a ninjago movie. All the characters personalities were fucked up and the show changed to be more like that. Though, I'm biased and prefer the og for nostalgia purposes.) One of the characters had the lesbian eye slit (A guy, btw. He's absolutely gay), one of them was autism coded (I felt it was handled well. Obviously not the best, but well for a kids show.) One of them had anime hair that would've been hell to animate, and this one had almost all the trauma. There's another one with daddy issues who had a whole coming out thing (He was coming out as a ninja but it was very similar to a coming out to a Homophobie parent speech), and one of them is literally the trauma

The run down of the Characters is like:

Kai- The anime protagonist. Dead parents, used to be the main character. Angsty. Distrustful. Angry. Is supposed to represent bravery. He started raising his sister when he was, like, five years old. He used to be a blacksmith. He's the fire guy.

Nya- The sister. The damsel in distress until she isn't. Mechanical mastermind. She's a perfectionist, she's sassy, she's The Girl™ character that you expect from a kids cartoon. I won't spoil who she is.

Jay- One of his first lines was hitting on Kai's sister after she got captured. Literally "Is she hot?" to Kai's face. Kai, like a sane person, told him to back off. Jay is the writers favourite. He gets the girl. His biggest trouble is that he was raised in a junkyard by his parents. He's the lightening guy.

Cole- His mom died. His dad is trying to remake his glory days. He's buff, level headed, and loves cake. He's the defacto leader. He has a scythe as a weapon. He's the earth guy

Zane- Is a massive nerd. He's lovable and he's friendly. He doesn't know much about social cue but he tries his best. He's very awkward. He's different from the rest of the team, but they love him none the less. His whole character arc is learning to be who he is, not being like everyone else. He's a brilliant cook with a cool falcon friend. He's the ice guy

Wu- The in sighting incident for the team. The son of God. Is a really old man who made a child army and is presented as a good guy. The first time you meet him is through him insulting Kai, the main character.

Garmadon- The big bad, he's dramatic. He's theatrical. He's lowkey silly. He's a babygirl. Despite being absent, he wants to be a good dad to his son, but his son is destined to fight him and he doesn't want to make that harder than it needs to be.

Lloyd- A little shit of a child, he is a true menace. Imagine Maui as a child. He's adorable. His biggest crime is stealing candy (And also releasing war criminals, but he didn't mean to so it's ok xx)

Pythor- The sexiest snake villain to be brought into TV. I'm no furry/scaly, but they gave him the sexy/deep/sultry British voice. They intended for that to be the desired effect.

Skales- Pythor's spiritual wife. They're divorced and married and they hate each other and love each other. Later on Skales gets an actual wife and they made her pink and gave her boobs to prove she's a girl lmfao

Sorry, I get suckled into brain rotting about this. It's the nostalgia lmfao

-Heathen

So much just happened at once I don't even know what to say. I'm listening attentively I just am at a loss for words. hey wait is ninjago just a combination of ninja lego. maybe that's super obvious but please understand this is the most I've thought about ninjago before in my entire life and that's not an exaggeration

i'm looking up things for a modicum of context and understanding, and when I looked up nexo knights a fucked up looking book popped up and now I'm thinking about it. what's he doing...why's he there..

anyway! please don't apologize! it's fun to hear people talk about things they're interested in or have significant knowledge about! lloyd is the one character I've heard about, but I couldn't actually tell you where from. I've watched one of the lego movies (the one with the everything is awesome song), but that was forever ago so no clue if he's in that. Also! I love autism coded characters! My mom recommended me a book series saying the main character...hang on I don't remember it exactly. Was said to have aspergers (not my favorite word but I'm referencing the author) as author's word of god? or is it that everyone just picks up on that when reading? whatever it is specifically, the character is at least very easily read as autistic. I haven't read the series myself yet, but I'm very curious to pick it up!

Villains always seem to have a higher baseline of intrigue than other characters, and also a high comorbidity of snakeliness (totally a word, ignore the red squiggle under it saying it's not. it's lying). but also you were right that wife can pink--I'm sorry i can't get over the snakes having human bodies. i understand this is a lego world but they have completely normal ass legs it's just their heads that are snakes. this is. i can't take this seriously that's hilarious

anyway! thank you very much for this plethora of information :). I feel like I have retained very very little of it, but it's still like a 700% increase from all prior knowledge I had of it. i still have no plans to watch any of it myself, but it's fun to hear people talk about things they like!

[sugawarasbeautymark]

I think Oikawa is probably one of the most complex characters in haikyuu and I'd really love to hear people's interpretations of his character, what they don't like to see in fanfic adaptations of him, etc. esp if manga readers have a different interpretation of his character after finishing the series than they got from the anime

ok I also went a little ham in the tags read those too :•~*honk honk*

[dirt-grub]

me: *has not written even fanfiction in over a week*

also me: what if i started a novel

[italian-wall-lizard]

Do you have any Alex Fierro headcanons? Your content is brilliant btw.

tysm! also... DO I???? hell yes

she is a total perfectionist when it comes to her pottery

she always gives magnus vases and pottery stuff for valentine's day even though she hates valentines

her and mallory become weirdly good friends with them hyping each other up if the other one is sad but bantering the rest of the time

her and tj have a bond where they barely ever hang out but when they do it's never awkward

her favorite place in valhalla is the roller skating rink because she always wanted to learn when she was younger but her dad didn't let her

her and magnus love to go on nature hikes together even though she complains the whole way up

she is weirdly good at trivia crack. idk

she tries to teach magnus spanish because he asked one time and him being the white boy he is completely butchers the pronunciation and she is just. so done.

she develops a weird dynamic with amir where amir is low key terrified of her and she is just having a blast tormenting him and samirah

she will not hesitate to beat up any random homophobes on the street

divergent nerd. (she hates the movies)

100% watches owl house and relates to eda

learns how to sew her own pink and green clothes from blitz so that she won't have to go looking for them

her normal height is 5'4 (canon) and magnus's is 5'11 (also canon) but when she gets mad at him she shapeshifts to be an inch taller than him just to piss him off

is CONSTANTLY pulling the "your fly is down" asl thing that she did in sotd on magnus

magnus is forever maggie boy to her

she and halfborn have grudging respect for each other even though they low key hate one another

makes up the actual stupidest nicknames for magnus and refuses to call him by his actual name. magnesium, mangus, maggie boy, beantown, magneton, mango, maggot, magnitude, magnolia, magma, basically anything starting with mag

has no sexuality label, just refers to herself as ‘gay as hell’