#every time my allergies act up or I get a cold I do this

[dancing-crystals]

Reminder to self: You are not suddenly horribly out of shape and incapable of even moderate exertion. You have not suddenly developed asthma. You have hayfever. You are congested. Do not spend three days worrying about being unusually out of breath after your normal exercise. You cannot breathe normally through your nose right now. It is temporary. Stop worrying.

[mothmanssweetsucculentass]

ZZZ Headcanons

Help this game has taken over my free time I love these characters sm <3 Billy Soukaku and Ellen my beloved

Nicole: has a not so secret hobby of bedazzling anything and everything. It’s a real problem in the Cunning Hares apartment, nothing is safe from pink rhinestones and stickers

Anby: cracked at rhythm games to an alarming degree. Can do a 2 person extremely hard DDR song all by herself

Billy: I don’t know how they did it but they programmed an android with autism. Has his own version of a skincare routine which is basically just maintenance on all of his tiny mechanical parts. Can also gain power multiple ways, including solar power. The apartment complex where the Cunning Hares live had a blackout once and everyone used Billy as a personal charging port. Nicole promised to pay him in Starlight Knight merch.

Nekomata: cuts her own hair and offers to do it for other people. DO NOT trust her when she says she’s good at it

Grace: did gymnastics as a kid which is why she’s able to pull off a ton of backflips and flexible maneuvers in battle

Anton: uses actual cement to keep his hair spikes in shape. Koleda caught him in the act once and instead of chewing him out, she decided to apply some to her own hair and now they’re cement combover gang

Ben: is completely vegan and loves chilling at hot springs a lot. Still sleeps with stuffed animals btw

Koleda: I’m making it canon right now Koleda is trans and you can’t do shit about it. Also has welding as a hobby and made most of her accessories from scratch

Corin: when not in Victoria Housekeeping Co uniform, is a Jfashion junkie. I’m talking super dedicated Lolita fits, menhera inspired clothing, the whole shebang. She ofc designs a lot of her own stuff like her bear backpack and is also responsible for a lot of the accessories Victoria Housekeeping Co wears (Rina’s bows, Ellen’s shark jaw head and neckpieces, Lycaon’s eyepatch and tail straps). She also has a massive crush on Ellen and is too scared to admit it

Rina: has a fur allergy and can’t keep animals around. Which also means she’s allergic to Lycaon. She has to take so much Zyrtec before clocking in but has such a good poker face that Lycaon has no idea. Ellen knows tho

Lycaon: specifically wears the heeled boots and has his odd posture because he’s self conscious about his digitigrade legs, he thinks they’re unsightly for a butler of his standing to have. He also tries to encourage Ellen to wear a long maid dress like Rina does to hide her tail.

Ellen: coincidentally falls into a lot of shark stereotypes. She loves seafood, has to constantly be fidgeting or she feels like she’ll go mad, and the kicker, she gets frenzied around blood, or if the thing she’s fighting puts up a struggle. Corin accidentally cut her hand while repairing her saw blade once and both Lycaon and Rina could barely hold Ellen back once Corin began bleeding. Ellen feels awful for scaring the already timid girl. Corin secretly thought it was hot and would die on the spot if anyone knew that

Soukaku: despite being a huge foodie this girl cannot cook for shit. Is also physically cold to the touch and during the summer her coworkers will ask her to hold their drinks because they’ll stay cold. Soukaku always secretly sneaks sips every time they do this to her.

Miyabi: has the worst sleep schedule known to man. Sometimes you’ll find her awake at 3AM and conked out by 4PM, other times she goes to bed at 8PM and wakes up at 4AM. It’s inconsistent and irregular and a gamble trying to contact her outside of work because she might not even be awake

Harumasa: GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL GAY. Also pretty cracked at chess and other strategy games. Is also a major old fashioned guy and doesn’t own a lot of modern technology. He’s not into retro or old stuff, he just doesn’t like new stuff

Yanagi: her glasses are fake. When she was younger she needed them, but her vision had naturally gotten better over the years, so she now wears contacts, but for some reason still insists on wearing her glasses. Loses them constantly during battle.

Lucy: even though she was forced to play piano as a kid, she really wanted to be a sporty girl and play stuff like soccer and baseball. Now she has the freedom to take part in the sports she likes and watch them surrounded by the people she likes

Piper: insanely picky eater to the point it drives Lucy up a wall. Is also picky about a lot of other things, like how different fabrics feel, different comfort levels of chairs and beds, girl is a complainer and will always find something to complain about

Lighter: has a side gig as a tattoo artist, has really stable hands too

Soldier 11: has 5 younger brothers, a younger sister, and 2 older siblings who she doesn’t see super often. Has divorced parents who also liked to adopt, which is why she has such a huge family. Her younger brothers love it when she comes home and plays secret agent military with them

Seth: can’t drive. That’s it send tweet.

Qingyi: is outwardly dismissive of meditation tricks and hacks and tips but utilizes that shit in private ALL the time.

Zhu Yuan: shares the vegetables she grows in her garden with all her neighbors. Is also a REALLY good cook to the point people have encouraged her to potentially consider a different career path

Jane Doe: the rat girl has pet rats go figure. But in all seriousness she’d die for her little guys. She has a white one named Cocaine and a brown one named Tobacco and a gray one named Crystal Meth. She thinks the names are hilarious and every time she introduces the rats to other people their facial expressions are priceless

[augustinewrites]

“your nose is running again.”

you shoot a glare at alhaitham’s reflection in your vanity, swiping at your nose and clearing your throat a few times before croaking, “it is not.”

“tch.” he has the audacity to look unimpressed with your lie, fiddling with the collar of the nice shirt you’d practically wrestled him into for tonight. “this happens every year, i don’t know why you keep trying to deny it.”

“there’s nothing to deny, because i’m a doctor and we don’t—” you pause, face scrunching when you feel a sneeze trying to fight its way out of your system. “— get sick.” 

so what if your throat was scratchy and your entire face felt hot with sinus pressure? one could claim it was allergies, not sickness. 

taking a seat to pull on his shoes, alhaitham only scoffs disbelievingly at you. he’s acting so smug, and maybe that’s because last week you’d ignored his warning about how cold nighttime in the desert got. or maybe because you refused to take the vitamin c tablets he put beside your coffee each morning because their texture was like that of chalk. 

before he can open his mouth and say these things, the sneeze you’d been fighting takes you by surprise. you immediately turn away and lift your elbow, sneezing into it not once, not twice, but five times in quick succession.

(okay, so maybe you were feeling a little under the weather.)

you turn away from the dresser with a sharp look in your eye, just daring him to let slip the i told you so that always seemed to be sitting on the tip of his tongue.

instead, you feel his fingers tugging at the laces of your dress and his lips pressing softly against your forehead. (too warm, you swear he murmurs.)

“we don’t have to go if you aren’t feeling well. nilou will understand. do you really want to be fighting a cold while you’re surrounded by a group of your friends—”

“our friends,” you correct with a sniffle.

he ignores you. “who are going to make you—”

“make us.” 

“—endure cake and small talk?”

you roll your eyes. for someone so fearsome, your husband really could be quite dramatic, brought to his knees by something as simple as cake and small talk. 

“we missed her performance last month because we were stuck with work, so we’re not missing her birthday.” you turn around to shove lightly at his shoulder. “and don’t think you can use my cold as an excuse to get out of this party.”

alhaitham pulls back to look down at you with an irritating combination of a scoff and a smirk on his lips. “ah, so you finally admit that you have a cold? maybe if you’d taken the vitamin c for your immunity like someone suggested...”

“those supplements taste like shit, haitham,” you cough, expression pinching as you recall the disgusting tablets that you’ve called ‘not as good as the real thing.’ “the only vitamin c i like is in those mondstadt imported sunsettias...”

“you’re like a child,” he scolds. “now get undressed and back in bed before—”

“undressed?” you question, swatting his hands away from your dress. “i’m going to the party.”

“no, you’re not.”

“what if i—”

“no.”

“but darling—”

“sorry, love, but you’re not going anywhere tonight,” he decides, ignoring your quiet grumbles of protest. “i know you don’t get sick often, but when you do it hits you pretty hard.”

he leaves the room briefly at that, returning with something sitting in his palm. 

you shake your head, holding your hands out to keep him back. “no. no! that stuff is worse than the vitamin c.”

“huh, if you’d taken that, then maybe you could have avoided this.” he hums, unscrewing the lid and letting that disgustingly sweet, syrupy scent flood the room. it was so potent that even you clogged sinuses could pick it up. “perhaps, doctor, one of these years you’ll learn to take your own advice. or perhaps listen to your husband’s…”

you lean backwards when he reaches for your chin. “haitham, if you make me drink that i will call the general mahamatra on you.”

“go ahead, he doesn’t scare me.”

he tries again, only for you to side-step his hand. “take your damn medicine!” 

“you’re not supposed to yell at a sick person!” 

“i’m not yelling. i’m simply insisting because you are being childish.”

maybe you were being childish, but that medicine was just so damn gross. “can i at least go down and say hi to everyone?” you try. “it’s been so long since i’ve seen them all.”

“fine, but only for ten minutes. and you have to take your medicine first.”

“but it always makes me sleepy,” you argue. “then you’ll be there enduring cake and small talk all by yourself.”

“it’s a birthday party, not a war. i think i’ll survive.”

you scowl at him, snatching the bottle and taking a gulp of the bitter liquid. “yeah, yeah. just wait until a drunk kaveh gets his hands on you and i’m not there to save you.”

the medicine starts taking effect almost instantly. you make it eleven minutes on your own feet before you’re clinging to alhaitham’s arm and leaning heavily into his side, nose still leaking and throat still tickling.

by then, all it takes is a single, ‘you don’t look too well’ from tighnari to convince alhaitham to drag you up into nilou’s spare room and into bed. 

too disoriented and drowsy to argue anymore, you thank him dazedly and reach out to pat his cheek before letting your eyes drift shut.

__________

you’re not too sure how long it’s been when you wakes, but when you pry your tired eyes open, there’s a tray of steaming food on your bedside table. the room is glowing and warm, the source being the flickering candle that alhaithm is reading his book under

he glances up when you shift in bed, closing his book. “feeling better?” 

“‘m not leaking anymore,” you shrugs, rubbing at the tip of your nose. “how long was i out for?”

“a little over two hours,” he answers, taking a seat at your bedside and pressing a hand to your forehead. “you’re not as warm as before. the medicine must be working.”

“yeah, well i still feel gross,” you mutter, not wanting to give that disgusting concoction too much credit.

“you look it, too.”

“the akademiya scribe,” you mutter, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. “charming as ever.” 

he scoffs at that, scooping up the tray of food in one hand and offering you his other. “charming enough that the amurta darshan’s sage took my last name.”

“well, don’t let it get to your head,” you huff, taking his hand and letting him pull you to your feet. his thumb strokes your wedding band as he guides you to sit on a fur rug positioned in front of the fire. “pretty hard to say no to a guy that practically begs you to marry him.” 

“it was not begging—”

“haitham, dearest, that’s exactly what it was.”

you burst into a fit of giggles when he tells you to save it, his cheeks turning pink at the memory. your laughter quickly dissolves into a series of coughs, to which alhaitham pounds you on the back a little harder than necessary. 

“alright, you had your fun,” he murmurs, picking up a bowl of soup. “you need to eat something. i made your favourite,” he dips the spoon into the bowl. “i already picked out the cabbage,” he adds when you open your mouth to complain. 

unable to deny the slight rumble of your stomach, you reach for the spoon in his hand, pouting when he pulls it away. “i can feed myself,” you protest, voice hoarse from your coughing fit.

“the last time i let you feed yourself when you were sick, you sneezed and ended up throwing a spoonful of soup in my face,” he reminds you, the grim look on his face making it seem as if you’d stabbed him with the spoon instead. “open up.”

you narrow your eyes at the spoonful of soup. “it’s red,” you state. the original colour of recipe was a warm, almost translucent gold. 

“good to know your eyes are still working.”

“haitham,” you groan. “you know i don’t handle spice as well as you.”

“it’ll help clear up your sinuses,” he reasons, though there’s something teasing twitching at the corner of his lips. 

your body is wracked by another series of sneezes, each one stronger than the last, making him laugh.

“are you sure you’re done?” he teases, handing you a tissue.

“a good husband would just say, bless you,” you pout, blowing your nose and weakly tossing the soiled tissue at him. 

defeated by a clogged nose and a smug husband, you reluctantly open your mouth and let him spoon-feed you the eye-wateringly spicy soup. it slides down your throat like fire, and it…kind of does help with your sinuses and throat. 

you’d never admit that, though. it’s a new low you’ve discovered, a doctor taking medical advice from a semiotics major. 

the universe always finds ways to keep us humble.

when the bowl is half-empty and alhaitham is convinced you’ve eaten enough, he sets the bowl aside and wraps a blanket around your shoulders before he goes. your eyes are drooping again, the result of a warm blanket enveloping you and a satisfied stomach. 

he returns with a glass of water and a cool washcloth, gently pressing it to your forehead before situating himself behind you. “need anything else?”

letting yourself relax against his chest, you shake your head. his arms are warm around you, the steady sound of his heart and the soothing light of the candle slowly lulling you to sleep once more. 

“shouldn’t you get back to the party?” you murmur sleepily. but you’re already snuggling against him, hands curling greedily into the soft material of his shirt to keep him close.

“not particularly. i’ve already greeted nilou and done my share of…small talk,” he explains quietly. his small sigh is heavy, his posture deflating slightly. it wasn’t that he disliked your shared friends or their company, it was just that his social battery ran out faster than others, and without you there to keep him afloat? two hours was more than enough for him. 

“besides, i can’t exactly relax if i know that you’re up here positively suffering.” 

“you’re teasing me, but fine, i’ll let you stay.” 

no medicine or soup could do to you what a warm blanket and your annoying, teasing husband could for you, anyway.

[ryuichirou]

how would the TWST boys react if they were chosen by the cat distribution system and a stray cat choose them to be its cat dad?

Today I decided that it’s time to write about something delightful lol I keep smiling every time I remember that we have this ask in our askbox… Thank you for waiting, Anon! I’m sorry it took this long.

Maaaybe I’ll write more hc posts next week… I try to write at least two per week, but there are so many good prompts that I should probably try to do more.

Anyways! Once again my bias is clear because I am a poor soul that loves cats but doesn’t own one, so spoiler alert: all the boys end up loving cats as well lol But I think it’s fair… How does one not like cats? Don’t ask Ciel.

Riddle – his first instinct is to refuse poor cat’s attempts to hang out because his mother never let him own a cat: they claw furniture, they bite, and Riddle has allergies! Or… he thought he did. He didn’t get any reaction from the cat, so maybe that was a lie?? Anyways, he would melt almost immediately because a fluffy creature wanting to be his friend is something that Riddle always wished for. He loves animals and taking care of them, so there is no way he is letting go of that cat! Of course he has to get used to it because a cat would never follow any rules, and sometimes it would get frustrating for Riddle, but… whenever a cat wants to play with him or cuddle with him, Riddle giggles like the happiest kid in the world. No one is allowed to pet his cat without his permission.

Ace – he will brag about it a lot. He’ll take the cat everywhere and always have it either on his lap or on his shoulders. He’ll always talk about just how much the cat purrs for him and him only, and how cool of a person he is because the cat clearly chose him specifically to be his owner. The cat really does like him a lot, but it doesn’t mean that Ace doesn’t get scratched or bitten all the time lol Also, at some point it will become the freshmen’s cat that everyone takes care of a little, and Ace would start to constantly remind everyone that this is in fact HIS cat!

Deuce – aw, he would probably be a little awkward at first. He strikes me as someone who is more of a dog person and doesn’t have much experience with cats… He would be very careful around it, as if he isn’t just afraid to hurt the cat, he doesn’t even want to offend it somehow. Of course he would swear that he’ll take care of the cat and be very responsible about it! But it will take a while for him to take it inside the dorm; he’ll just feed it and hang out with it outside at first… until the weather gets too cold.

Trey – he would have this “why me though?” vibe to his reaction, but he would still be kind of happy. Maybe he shouldn’t have fed it, now it follows him around everywhere… Trey says that this isn’t really his cat, but keeps taking care of it anyway. He never expected to be this delighted to have a cat. He would get much more into it than he expected, to be honest. He’ll probably feed it with home-made treats and give it toys that he made himself…

Cater – OF COURSE he’ll start taking selfies with this cat. OF COURSE. After some time he might even make a separate account for the cat, to see if it would surpass his follower count. Other than that, he would cuddle the cat a lot, talk to it, play with it, dress it up all cutely and meme-y. I think it would be very good for Cater to own a cat… He needs to learn how to take care of it properly though, so some assistance might be necessary lol

Leona – would he even care? Maybe a little bit, but he would act like he doesn’t care at all. He doesn’t even know who the fuck this cat is, it just appeared suddenly and now lives in his room. It can stay or leave, doesn’t make any difference to Leona. In actuality though, on some level he does appreciate the companionship of another cat sleeping next to him or on top of him and grooming his ears. But only when no one sees it or comments on it. He could chat with the cat btw, but he just doesn’t – for the most time they hang out in silence.

Ruggie – another cat to take care of?? And also, another mouth to feed?? Well that can’t be helped, it’s not like he is going to throw the poor thing away. I think he will manage to train it to do all kinds of tricks, like stealing stuff from others’ pockets or sneaking things away for Ruggie… the cat will be his partner in crime lol He would also probably have conversations with it, since it’s easier for him to talk to animals.

Jack – not only a dog-person, but also literally a dog, so he might have a hard time at first understanding that cat’s behavior. He is probably going to act like he isn’t interested at first, but jokes on him, because this only makes the cat more into him. He will literally sit all alone, radiating “don’t talk to me” aura, and the cat would think that this is exactly where it wants to sit – on Jack’s lap. Even though Jack is a tsundere, he is going to warm up eventually… and even while he is in his denial phase, he will take care of the cat by keeping it fed and letting it inside when it’s cold. Speaking of cold, Jack is very warm, so the cat loves him a lot…

Azul – “I don’t have time for this” at first, with all the reasons why having a cat is a bad idea popping up in his head at once. Similarly to Riddle’s mom’s mantra: it ruins furniture, it causes allergies, it sheds, it doesn’t behave… but he would also break very quickly, probably the moment the cat starts rubbing against his leg or purring at him. Azul would probably make quite a drastic 180 degree turn and enter his “a cartoon villain with a cat on his lap that he pets menacingly” phase by the end of his first day with the said cat. It feels good. It feels correct to pet a fluffy purring creature while you’re humiliating someone who is indebted to you. Also, of course he is going to treat the cat like royalty and get it all the best things… and also train it like a dog at the same time.

Floyd – people would think that he isn’t responsible enough to own a pet, but actually a cat would probably be the best pick for him. At first he would get all excited because this little buddy just suddenly decided to hang out with him. Floyd would just suddenly start appearing everywhere with a cat on his shoulder like he is a pirate or something. But then both the cat and Floyd would lose interest in each other, until they meet again and decide that they want to hang out again lol But while Floyd and cat are together, he takes it everywhere, plays with it a lot, races with it, cuddles it, smooches it, throws it in the air and catches it. Some of Floyd’s games aren’t the best for the cat, so Floyd ends up getting scratched and hissed at quite often, but for some reason the cat still adores him enough to let him do anything with it, even hold it upside-down.

Jade – it’s easy to picture him being a cat-lover because of the Sebastian parallels lol I think he would really enjoy owning a cat, and he would make it everyone else’s problem. Just like Floyd, he would walk around with a cat on his shoulders, but he would always mention it: please don’t mind my cat, he just loves me very much. I hope you are not bothered by my cat’s presence, he won’t bother us, I swear. Also, I think because Jade would actually try to properly take care of the cat, he would encounter some unpredictable issues, like a cat refusing to eat certain cat food or eating something it’s not supposed to eat. Jade would have a couple of moments that would make him fuss over it and even though he wouldn’t enjoy it… he likes the unpredictability. Keep chewing on random things, cat! But not too much, please.

Kalim – he would be so happy and excited!! It’s like making a friend, but a new kind of friend, a very fluffy one! Kalim is probably way too cuddly for the cat’s liking, so sometimes he would get confused by it running away from him. He just wants the cat to be happy… he would buy 5 cat towers, 30 toys and a bunch of cool accessories for the cat during the very first day of owning it (then he’ll buy more)! And 10 beds, so the cat could pick whichever it likes most (it sleeps in Kalim’s bed of course)!! And of course he will ask Jamil to learn how to cook delicious meals for the cat. He would try to feed the cat his own food first, but of course would stop once he learns that the cat shouldn’t eat spicy food…

Jamil – another one who would think that he doesn’t have time or energy to take care of another thing at first, but would warm up very quickly. He would tsundere up a bit when Kalim says that he is happy that Jamil has a little fluffy friend now, but after a while he will realise that Kalim is kind of right… a cat is even better than a friend. Hanging out with it doesn’t take as much energy, in fact, Jamil feels very energised after petting it and playing with it. Wow… a cat would do wonders to Jamil’s psyche…! He would both cuddle with it and let it sleep in his bed at night, and play a lot of active games with it whenever he has time for it.

Vil – despite how busy he always is, I think he would accept the cat immediately. The cat clearly chose him – it’s only fair that it’s Vil’s responsibility to take care of it now… I don’t think Vil has a lot of experience with cats, but he would read a lot of books and articles to make sure that the cat lives a good life in his dorm. He wouldn’t be as excessive as Kalim, but… he might have gotten carried away with the stuff that he got for the cat. But all of it is very necessary! The best cat food (he’ll ditch it after a while and start cooking for the cat himself), the best sleeping place, the best toys to make sure that the cat is active and healthy. He will also bathe it, brush its fur every day, trim its nails… Vil’s cat is going to be such a wonderfully groomed cat that knows all kinds of tricks and is very smart and well-behaved… but also Vil’s capricious baby that hates everyone other than him lol

Rook – oh, he wouldn’t consider himself an owner, he would always say that he is a companion to his cat lol He wouldn’t get surprised when the cat suddenly starts to follow him around, but he would act so flattered and honoured! Such a beautiful creature decided to illuminate his life with its presence. Rook is pretty good at talking to animals, so he would have conversations with his cat… While sitting in a tree together lol He would feed it of course, but he would also hunt with it and would prefer for it to catch its own prey. He also doesn’t want to trim its nails or groom it more than necessary, but alas, if it wants to live in Pomefiore with him, it has to follow Vil’s rules~ Rook wouldn’t want to anger the queen with an ill-behaved and dirty cat, right? Maybe he would prefer to keep the cat outside though, to keep it as undomesticated as possible. A weirdo…

Epel – he would be so happy! It’s been a while since he owned a pet, and this is the first time he has a cat. He would pet and cuddle it a lot, even if it’s still dirty… Of course, his first instinct would be to feed it and to bring it to his room. But he would also probably be anxious to bring it to the dorm: what if Vil sees it and takes it away… and even if Vil doesn’t see it, Rook is definitely going to notice the cat smell or something, and he will snitch on him! Anyways, he won’t be able to keep it a secret for a long time, but the cat will do some damage lol Surprisingly, Epel will only get scolded for not being a proper owner, so as long as he does better, the cat can stay. But it probably means that his senpai will start taking care of the cat as well. Epel will be a bit jealous, it’s his cat after all…

Idia – he’d die. He’d be so happy. A cat that doesn’t hate him? A cat that wants to hang out? A cat that FOLLOWS HIM TO HIS ROOM AND STAYS THERE? HIS CAT? Idia would feel like he spent all of his luck points that he had saved up for these 18 years. Or was it good karma? Anyways, Idia now spends all his time building cat towers and automatic feeders and toys and all kinds of gadgets for his cool new cat. At first he wouldn’t be as good at talking to a cat, and it would be very obvious that he is a bit worried when he pets it and doesn’t want to scare it away, but he’ll start cuddling with it pretty quickly. He’s so happy… It doesn’t feel real, it doesn’t feel real at all. Even when he gets used to the cat and stops being so awkward around it, he will still feel such huge wave of happiness every time he sees it, as if every time he sees it is the first time…

Ortho – this is the first time he has a fluffy friend, well, other than Grim of course! And Lucius isn’t very friendly with him either, so this is a pretty new experience! Of course, partially he would be excited because if he owns a cat, it’s Idia’s cat as well, and he knows how much Idia loves cats. But also, this is such a good opportunity to make a proper cat-to-human translator!.. It’s weird with Ortho. He has all the info he needs, and he is very good at some things, but somehow… petting and interacting with a cat is a bit difficult. Why doesn’t kitty want to eat this food? Why did it pee in the wrong place? What’s going on? I think he’ll end up asking Trein for advice a lot, and this will be a good experience for everyone involved. Also, his cat loves him more when his processor gets hot lol he is a walking heater.

Lilia – he would be happy at first and show off and brag because now he isn’t just cute, he’s double cute! With a cute cat on his head/shoulders! But at the same time, I don’t know if he is the best person to have a cat. I feel like he is one of those who try to feed it with milk, but also knowing Lilia, he literally makes those he cares for drink milk from a mug. Maybe he’d act differently with a cat, but it surely will be an adventure for this poor animal lol He plays with it similarly to how Floyd plays with his cat, and just like with Floyd, somehow it makes the cat very attached to him. Sometimes Lilia cuddles it and kisses it a lot, but a lot of times it’s the cat that gets clingy with Lilia and wants to sleep with its head on his shoulder. Acting like a baby, smh…

Silver – aw, he would be so good. Similarly to Rook, he would consider a cat to be a companion, but he would also try to be very responsible with his he takes care of it. He would take it to Diasomnia and let it sleep in his bed, wouldn’t do much grooming or brushing, but he would do his best in terms of playing with it and feeding it well, I think. Especially the latter lol But the majority of time the cat would just cuddle up and sleep with him whenever he’s dozing off.

Sebek – he has better things to do than to indulge in these games!! He says as he brings the cat home with a bunch of books with all the necessary information on how to take care of a cat!! Did he also fall victim of cute paws and purring? Maybe! But it won’t affect his performance as Malleus’ guard in a slightest! I think he will try to train the cat, and he might even succeed to some degree, but his cat won’t be as well-trained as Vil’s or Azul’s. Maybe the cat just doesn’t take him seriously and just wants to make biscuits on his stomach while sleeping on his lap… Sebek would seethe, but won’t move until the cat leaves :(

Malleus – the cat isn’t afraid of him? Oh he would be so delighted. He was very happy about the goat in the Glorious Masquerade event, and I think his reaction would be similar here: first amusement, a little surprise, but then he would get so tickled and excited for this new companionship. The cat would be allowed to seemingly disrespect Malleus by positioning itself on his horns, leaving fur on his garment, playing with his hair, and Malleus would laugh… until the cat scratches him. Then Malleus would start sulking. But he’ll get over it, he’s not a baby.

[bug-bites]

thinking abt simon "ghost" "acts of service" riley

like in my head he isn't too fond of physical touch. he wont burst into tears and start crying and shaking if you hug him but its very much reserved for the very few people who are close to him. its not that he's scared of it or it makes him super uncomfortable, its just he has other ways of showing people he loves them!

he's the type of guy who when you're getting to know him, listens and remembers every detail you tell him, and makes mental notes of your dislikes and likes w/o you having to tell him.

he takes cold showers every day and when you ask him he just tells you "its better, wakes me up in the mornings" but its really because he knows you like taking hot showers from all the times he's walked into the washroom once you're done and noticed the mirror all fogged up from the steam. he just wants to make sure you dont run out of hot water

in a passing conversation you mention feeling a bit sick, maybe its the change in weather or your allergies acting up but you just really are hoping it isnt a cold. simon doesnt say much but later you find a small ziploc baggie of peeled orange slices with a sticky note with your name on on it

when you go out together and you're a little underdressed for the weather he notices the goosebumps on your arms and how you constantly are rubbing them with your hands, trying to subtly warm yourself from the friction. you dont do a good job however because he glances at you and lets out a small sigh

"what did i say before heading out" "bring a jumper..." you mumble in response "and what did you do?" he crosses his arms over his chest but he isn't mad or annoyed, not in the slightest "not bring a jumper"

it feels like you're on the verge of being lectured but simon just rolls his eyes and gestures you to follow him. you're lead to his car and he opens the trunk, tossing you a black zip up sweater. he's scolding you somewhat, saying that "this is why you're getting sick" and other nonsense and you're lucky he "forgot" to take that sweater out of the trunk or boot because hes bri'ish. you happily take it and put it on because you're not about to turn down a sweater when you're freezing also its from simon and it just looks so comfy! it's definitely big on you because lets face it, simon is built like an industrial freezer, but the material is soft and cozy, with the added bonus of smelling like him. you thank him for the sweater and carry on with your day, not thinking much of it. truth is, however, he always has that extra sweater in his car for you. makes sure its there before you two go anywhere, neatly folded and tucked into the back. he would never admit it though he's such a pussy

when asked about his little favours he does for you he constantly pulls excuses from his ass, saying its just a coincidence that he had those things or literally anything to hide that he goes out of his way to do it for you. he cares about you, he actually cares a lot about you but he's just a tiny bit embarrassed to admit it. he loves you so much but he doesn't want you to think he's like kicking his legs and giggling over the thought of you even though he probably has at some point but you dont need to know that

he thinks he's sooooo subtle and sneaky about it but when you fall asleep and you wake up with a sweater over top of you like a blanket that a) you are 100% sure doesn't belong to you and b) has "S. Riley" written in sharpie on the tag (with a tiny skull doodle next to it), theres no way in hell you can be oblivious to how much he cares about you.

[ghulehunknown]

Papa Headcanons - Sick Days 🤧

Rated PG!

These are my headcanons of how the Papas act while sick vs reacting to you being sick.

Thank you BugbiteWrites on AO3 for the idea!

Primo

When he’s sick:

Ignores his symptoms for as long as possible until he can no longer deny them

Downplays his symptoms even when you act very concerned for his well-being

Insists you stay away so you don’t get sick too

Worries about his plants while he’s too sick to care for them

When you’re sick:

Babies/dotes on you

Insists you go to bed immediately even if it’s just the sniffles

Makes you tea with the herbs and things from his garden

Keeps asking if you’ve taken your medicine

Secondo

When he’s sick:

Pretends he isn’t sick but knows when to admit defeat

Looks very grumpy, clearly annoyed he couldn’t just avoid the germs

Worries about the state of the Ministry while he’s unable to work, but trusts you and the ghouls will keep things running

Doesn’t ask for much except he really wants blue Gatorade

When you’re sick:

Insists you stop working and go to the doctor

Immediately sends a ghoul to get medical supplies for whatever your ailment is once you get a verdict from the doctor

Is still very busy but makes time to check on you

It was his idea to bring you a humidifier and you think it’s helping

Hand feeds you chicken noodle soup

Terzo

When he’s sick:

When he starts feeling the symptoms he over exaggerates them

Acts like he’s dying when he’s just got a little cold

Asks “Is that you, <name>?” and coughs weakly everytime you enter the room

Very sad he can’t have sex while he’s out of commission

Says “If I’m getting sick then so are you!” before kissing you and giggling. He just wants to lay in bed with you while he feels bad 🥹

When you’re sick:

Very dramatic, acts as if you may die if he doesn’t help you

Probably would give you an entire bottle of cold medicine because he thinks more will get you better faster

Likely does more harm than good when “helping you” but he’s trying, he’s just a little dumb

Keen on the idea of “playing doctor” with you but he has no clue what he’s doing, he’s just horny (“I must undress you immediately! And…put you into something more comfy…”)

If you’re sick first and do end up getting him sick too he acts annoyed, and reminds you every 5 minutes that you’ve sentenced him to death

Copia

When he’s sick:

He is NOT brave, in fact he cries a little if his tummy hurts

Feels guilty for taking time away from work

You catch him scribbling away at his desk before whisking him back off to bed

“But…but how will the Ministry run if I am not there?” (It’ll be just fine, Copia…)

Wants you and only you to take care of him

Keeps asking for cheese (even though that’s probably what gave him a stomach ache)

When you’re sick:

Takes you to urgent care even when you insist it’s just allergies

Attempts to make you soup but burns it. (You don’t care because your sense of smell and taste is gone)

Checks on you frequently and keeps taking your temperature

Has alarms on his phone each time period you’re supposed to take more medicine and feeds them to you himself

Nihil

When he’s sick:

He denies, denies, denies he is unwell

Finally he succumbs and lays down, exhausted and claims he “doesn’t know what’s going on”

Once he actually lays down he admits he might be sick and acts like a baby

Gets a little more grumpy than usual because he doesn’t know how to communicate his needs while he’s feeling bad

When you’re sick:

Doesn’t want whatever you’ve got so he calls the medical ghoul to come check on you

Buys you a “get well soon” balloon from the store

Keeps asking if you feel better yet

[twst-drabbles]

Sebek 5

Summary: It was through food that Sebek realizes just how he can never be fully fae, nor fully human.

(Finally, my area is cool! I can be in the kitchen! And cook without risking heat exhaustion! Anyways have this Sebek piece with my own headcanons.)

A few weeks before his dad’s birthday, Sebek’s dearest mother went out of her way to book a reservation for a restaurant outside the Briar Valley for him to enjoy. At the time, Sebek thought it was going to be a pain because he was going to have to wake up early so they can get there on time. Not to mention that it was a human restaurant, filled to the brim with human food. As a child, he had already confirmed to everyone with ears that he was going to hate all the food. His mother paid him no mind and simply told him to behave for his father’s sake.

But it was at that restaurant where Sebek got to taste that salmon carpaccio for the first time. He wasn’t going to eat it because his mom didn’t want to pick at it, but his nose betrayed him and he took just one bite.

Sebek demolished that dish with no mercy.

After the day was done and they were going home, Sebek asked his mom what her favorite food was while his tongue was still searching for the remnants of salmon on his teeth, but all she said was, “Your father’s laughs, whispers, and smiles are my favorite food.”

Nothing about herself, and at the time, Sebek knew that the food was simply not good to her. She ate, Sebek saw that, but she didn’t finish it. Only emptied enough of the plate to be polite.

Sebek wanted to go back to claiming that he hated human food, but he could no longer say such a thing, for he knew it would be a lie.

In fact, not even a few days later did he start to moan about wanting that salmon carpaccio again. His complains were so grating that the very next day, his siblings took him fishing just to make him shut up.

And then, one day, a few years later after his discovery of his favorite food, Sebek’s mother was in the kitchen, cooking that same salmon carpaccio he had been craving. “I wanted to experiment a little,” she said when he asked what she’s putting in the dish. Sebek didn’t know what the spices were, but they were given to her by Grandpa and various other aunts and uncles. All of them full fae. All of them regal and noble and everything Sebek wanted to be.

So he ate his mother’s creation and hated every minute it was on his tongue even though she loved it.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she ruffled his hair with a smile, “it seems you have a more human tongue than I thought.”

An apology dish. There’s this tradition among humans that Sebek knows where, in order to make an apology be sincere, you have to make them some good food.

Sebek may not like humans, but he knows when the fault lies with him. He shouldn't have acted as though you were unable to do even the littlest tasks by yourself.

Originally, he was going to grab some fabric and sew it into a nice blanket since he knows the Ramshackle dorm was a cold cave of a place, but you don’t come from his land and therefore don’t know of his traditions nor the weight of what they mean.

Sebek didn’t expect you to understand, being a mere human, so he felt it better to do something that was more your level. Besides, food made by someone such as him, even if he is half-human, was bound to taste better than anything you could ever make.

“Zigvolt,” you didn’t refer to him by his name, nor did you speak it with joy or reverence, you spoke it with a mere sigh, “I can’t eat this.”

“Huh?” Could it be that you had an allergy? Or that this food simply wasn’t to your taste? Did Sebek make another mistake on top of his previous one?

“That fish, and those spices, all of them come from your home right?”

“Of course!” Sebek shouted, because he can’t keep quiet about the quality of ingredients from his homeland, “It’s only natural I would use such ingredients since they fully surpass that of the regular layman ones. Not many humans have a chance to taste such things.”

“And,” you shook your head, backing away from him, “that’s the problem. Fae ingredients from the fae land, made by fae hands, making it fae food. You can eat it, but I can’t. I’d be unable to stomach human food if I ate that.”

And for a moment, Sebek almost didn’t understand what you were talking about. This dish that he made he did share with some of his other friends, but they would complain about the blandness of it, or how gross it was before laughing at how human he was.

He can’t share food with them, but surely he can share food with you, right?

“I’ll, I’ll make it again!” Sebek brought the food closer to himself, as though to shield it away, “I can get the ingredients from Sam. Just wait for me and–”

“Stop,” you rubbed at your temples, as though tired of this, as though tired of him, “Just, stop. I’m not in the mood, Zigvolt. I’ve dealt with enough faerie shenanigans for one day. I can't handle another trick.”

…trick. Yes, his kind are well known for casting tricks such as this. How could he forget?

Sebek should be proud that somewhere in him, old instincts of the fae are still alive in him, that he can do tricks like this at all. And yet, and yet!

It’s not enough. No matter where, it’s never enough.

[chaoticarson16]

main six - 🟡🔴🏡 🧵 🗣

um i didn’t know if you wanted us to pick one for your character headcanon ask game, so i chose multiple just in case. also didn’t know who to choose lol

Multiple is perfectly fine cause it lets me rant about more than one of my blorbos :D (Also sorry I forgot to check my inbox!!)

🟡 - Happy

California: When he’s happy he bounces on the balls of his feet while flapping his hands and even though he won’t admit it New York finds this adorable (Me? Projecting? Nooooo)

New York: He barely shows it but he really enjoys having the rest of the northeast + California around and he likes making them little gifts and anonymously leaving them in front of their door

Louisiana: He both enjoys and gives the best hugs. He knows what kind of hugs the rest of the states like and loves just randomly appearing and hugging them

Florida: He can actually bake really well and loves to make snacks for the South. He has everyone’s favorite desserts, snacks, and allergies memorized.

Texas: Even though he’d deny it, he really likes cuddling. Whether it be cause someone was cold, sad, or just wanted to. He’s also like the perfect pillow cause he’s one of the biggest states and there’s enough room for quite a few people.

Gov: He really loves snakes so any time he sees one his eyes do the cat thing and he has to keep himself from ranting about that specific species

🔴 - Angsty/Sad

California: He genuinely doesn’t know why most states hate him. He understands some is politics but he doesn’t know why the others do. It affects him so much he’s changed himself so much to get them to like him that very few know what he’s actually like

New York: He keeps up his rude demeanor because he doesn’t wanna get too close to people in fear they’ll leave. He’s terrified of losing people he loves so he chooses to stay away from people. But it eats him up inside that he doesn’t really have anyone so he’s stuck in this cycle of wanting friends but not wanting to lose them

Louisiana: During the Civil War he was so torn between doing what his government wanted and doing what his people wanted. In the end he was forced to help his government through threat of harm. He still has heavy survivors guilt and is tormented by the spirits of his lost people. (I headcanon him as African American and that he can see spirits)

Florida: He puts on a mask that he’s happy all the time but it makes him sad knowing that most of the states are scared of him or hate him. He likes causing chaos cause it’s how his people are but he hates how the other states pull away from him when he does it.

Texas: He likes to act like he’s big and tough and that nothing affects him but it does. Every event in his state, big or small, affects him. The insults some states will throw out. He takes those to heart and truly believes them. He acts like he’s confident but he’s insecure and severely doubts he’ll ever be good enough (Damn that was rougher than I expected it to sound)

Gov: When he first came around as Continental Congress, he had so much work that most nights he didn’t sleep. PA tried to help him but it was just too much. He did that so often that it’s now become a habit. He will work until his body physically can not move anymore, sometimes skipping meals to get it all done

🏡 - Home

California: (I saw this from someone else and I stole it because it was such a good headcanon) When not at the statehouse he lives in a hobbit type house that connects into the surrounding mountain. It’s pretty roomy and he somehow has wifi in there.

New York: Usually at the statehouse cause his room there is bigger than the room in his apartment. He has a small apartment with enough space just for him.

Louisiana: He shares a house with Florida when not at the statehouse (literally married) it’s a decent sized one story house. They share one room and the others are used for shenanigans. They live away from most people so their yard is until they get to another house.

Florida: Usually the statehouse or the house he shares with Loui

Texas: He’s usually not at the statehouse. He has a ranch and a lot of land with it. He’s usually gone taking care of his horse Janie and his dog Buck. The ranch consists of his main house, a shed, and a barn with a stable. Think of a stereotypical barn then make it a light brown

Gov: This man almost never leaves his office. When he does he lives at the statehouse. He can not afford to leave them alone in the same house

🧵 - Hobbies

California: Surfing, skateboarding, hiking, basically most out door activities plus drawing, cooking, playing drums or guitar, and singing

New York: This man absolutely loves fashion. He also likes drawing, cooking and “gardening”

Louisiana: Cooking, (literally all of them can cook I’m so sorry) singing, playing instruments, dancing, and writing

Florida: Baking, dancing, singing, playing guitar and drums, causing chaos, swimming, and scaring the states with how much he actually knows

Texas: Baking, actual gardening, crochet, trick riding, shooting targets, and playing with his dog

Gov: Writing, drawing, hiking or going on walks, biking

🗣️ - Social

California: He’s pretty friendly with most people he meets and likes talking with people on social media platforms (he definitely has tumblr)

New York: He rarely talks to other people and actively avoids it

Louisiana: He treats everyone he meets like family and everyone loves him

Florida: He likes talking to random strangers about the things that interest them but when it comes to the states he actively tries to find a way to make it into a joke

Texas: He has a bit of social anxiety but it’s mostly in crowds where it’s a lot harder to escape. He enjoys talking to the other states about sports and stuff but he also likes talking to New Jersey about gardening

Gov: This man is so awkward, it’s great. The only social interaction he’s had is with politicians and the states. He can be professional no problem but the moment it comes to casual conversation he blanks. He mainly lets the person he’s talking to rant to him about things. The states actually go to him and rant about any and everything cause they know he won’t tell them to shut up

[insertlovelyperson]

Do you have any headcanons for how the hacketteers would deal with being sick? Maybe how often they get sick, what type of illnesses they are prone to, etc….

Ahhhh this has been sitting in my askbox forever sorry! Great ask tho!

Abi - Had childhood asthma that has the occasional flare up in cold weather. Nothing serious, but her lungs get all rattle-y and her chest feels tight. Other than that, she’ll get the occasional cold that might keep her in bed for a day, but nothing life threatening. 

Ryan - Unless it’s enough to incapacitate him, he’s pretty business as usual (while still limiting his exposure to other people. He’s not an asshole). However, when it does incapacitate him… he just opts to rot in bed the whole time. Thankfully, he has people around to take care of him, or this could prove fatal.

Dylan - Has developed a fear of throwing up (dreads the ‘mouth sweats’), and as a result, has managed to willpower his way out of doing so for the last five years. Fortunately, he doesn’t get sick often, which might’ve played a bigger part in that achievement than any act of his own.

Emma - Prone to stomach bugs; has a brief bouts intermittently through the year. Due to their frequency, she’s pretty good at doing what she needs to do on her own. However, that doesn’t mean she is not opposed to some pampering.

Laura - Rarely ever gets sick, but when she does, she usually tries to power through it. I think she’d be prone to colds during her finals weeks, and Zicam nasal swabs would be her best friend. 

Max - Allergies. Pollen specifically. Has to take a Zyrtec every morning to function, but other than that, doesn’t really get sick. 

Jacob - Probably gets sick like once or twice a year and its always an ordeal. When he’s sick, nobodies ever been as sick as him before and he needs someone to take care of him. Immediately. (Kaitlyn drops off some pedialyte and saltines, and leaves him to it).

Kaitlyn - Doesn’t get sick super often, but when she does, she’s probably used to caring for herself. She’d have to literally be  on death’s door to let someone (other than her parents) care for her. 

Nick - The kind of guy who never gets sick unless its some kind of deadly ailment. Has been sick three times in the last ten years and was hospitalized for all of them (appendicitis, pneumonia, and then pneumonia again).

[hel-phoenyx]

18) One of them is sick.

Kaizarz belongs to @corneille-but-not-the-author

"Stop squirming."

I swear to the Glorious Lady of Blood, taking care of a teenager is a fucking hassle when you're not so far from your teens yourself. The only problem is that we're currently alone at home, mom and dad are away on another honeymoon (or way to run far from the expectations at the castle), and the ship is out for an expedition. They'll be back in a week.

So I have a week to fend for myself and Tyr.

And what does Tyr do when we're home alone ?

I pin him down to the bed, again. He's strong, got much stronger growing up, but the sickness is considerably weakening him.

Well it doesn't weaken the whining.

"Kriss, let me out of bed... I have things to do..."

"Yes, recover. That's what you get for swimming in the sea in the middle of January."

"I didn't swim per se... Kaizarz threw me in and then the allergies weakened me..."

I roll my eyes.

"That counts, dumbass. And I don't have the prince here to scream at, so you get it. When you stop sniffling and coughing and shit, you will get to the palace and give him my two gold pieces about him acting like a fucking child."

Tyr coughs again. Albeit a little weaker.

"But Kriss, we are children..."

By the Gods does he want to get slapped. Being sassy with me while I'm holding his medicine ? Really Tyr ? The mouth of you, really. If only someone found a way to shut it up.

Too bad that apparently, only two people are capable of that, and one is away at sea while the other is at the fucking castle and I'm certainly not gonna go here to fetch him.

Can you imagine ? "Hey, your Royal Highness, can you leave your princey duties for a while so you can shut my idiotic brother up in whatever way you see fit"?

Ocean below that would be ridiculous.

So I have to fend for myself.

"Yes, you are, and not very clever at that. So now you drink your medicine and you shut up, or I'll give you shit for exposing a pregnant lady to your war-damned miasma."

I'll have to recognise something, Tyr is still valiant enough to roll his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know... That shit tastes like rotten algae though."

"Maybe because it is. Now bottoms up !"

And before he has any time to protest i drop a full spoon of the infamous remedy in his throat. Immediatly he starts coughing, spluttering, trying to both give back the medicine and keep it ; finally the "keep" part wins and he swallows, albeit with difficulty.

That brings me a smile.

"Well that is much better. Aren't you a good boy."

"Fuck youuuuu."

"Gustav's taking care of that, thanks, and the virgin has nothing to say regarding the fucks."

He has a little laugh. At least he's enough in shape to laugh, even if he still can't get out of bed. That's good. I would be worried if he didn't sass me, actually.

We're all alone against the world and even though he's the best soldier in the war in life, I can't just let him fend for himself, right ? He is still, despite everything, my little brother.

****

Dumbass is coughing since three days and thinks we didn't notice. Like I couldn't feel the fever radiating from his body. He's not even wearing his coat. Well. The coat, per say.

So here he is, walking in the corridors of the castle like a damn zombie thinking he looks healthy. He does not. I keep junior away from him, more than usual I mean, for a reason. and Kaizarz, blessed be his dumb soul, is eating his nails since this morning.

I'm with him, right now. I had to stop his nervous walking-in-castle. Dude, you're not gonna do anything good if you keep worrying. It's probably just a cold, Tyrfing is just an idiot.

Yet people still worry about him.

That's more than I get.

I hate that.

I hate that so much.

Why do you still have people close from you when you took all of mine ?

But I need to keep calm. I can't rant to the damn king. He's kind enough to give me a roof. And he looks strangely guilty every time he talks to me.

Well.

Strangely.

Anyway. I stop his hand from going in his mouth again. At this rate he won't have nails at all anymore.

"There, your Majesty, stop that shit. It's not helping."

"But-"

"No buts. I'll take care of that. You're just here to stop him from escaping."

Because to ease the worry I devised a plan to put the stupid in his bed. And since I am far from having the needed strenght I'll need the strongest man around.

That is, Kaizarz. Plus, I'm sure his sad puppy eyes would considerably weaken my pining-in-denial brother.

So double the plan.

I can't believe I am forced to do this. But hey, junior is with the healers, can't call them for Tyrfing.

Sigh.

Speaking of the dragon descendant, there he is. Walking next to the walls like he doesn't want to be spotted. The fuck is he planning again. You're sick, you idiot !

I signal Kaizarz to move and he does, puzzled. Not used to take orders I guess. Too bad, I wore the pants in my relationship. I certainly don't intend to stop now when Tyrfing is involved.

Tyrfing that almost jumps in surprise when he sees me.

"... Kriss ?"

"Enough hugging the walls, I'm bringing you to your bed."

He blinks. Turns towards Kaizarz, with a puzzled look on his face; Said Kaizarz is just worried, now. For his defence, Tyrfing is pale as fuck today. I think it's getting worse. What the fuck did he do to fall that sick.

I can't believe I'm still worried about you.

I shouldn't.

I should hate you.

I do hate you.

But still, seeing your tired face, dark circles and red nose breaks my heart for a reason.

Why are you still my little brother.

"What is..."

"You're sick, you piece of shit. I will bring you to your bed before the illness propagates to the whole castle. Do you really want junior to catch it ?"

A grimace forms on his lips, but he stills takes several steps back.

"I told you, I'm fine-"

"Certainly not. No getting out of the bed for you today !"

That wasn't me. That was Kaizarz, sneaking behind him to take him by the waist. He's now unable to escape, and I doubt his red cheeks are from the illness. Not entirely.

".... the fuck, Kaizarz."

"I can tell you the same. You're burning hot, why are you out of bed ?!"

Suuuuure he is. But not gonna make any comments on the matter, not in the mood to joke. Even though Tyrfing would probably be very unhappy about that.

Right now he just looks defeated.

"Again, I am fine-"

"None of that with me, you big fucker. Now you shut up, or I ask his Majesty to shut you up for me."

Weird. Don't know why I said that. The teasing I wanted to do probably went through my head. But at the same time, it reminds me of a very, very distant memory. Where everything was fine. Where we were still brother and sister.

When he didn't have blood on his hands.

Well.

Hand.

And I don't know why either. But the memory makes me burst into laughing.

Probably that Tyrfing has the same souvenir in mind, since his defeated look gets softer, almost like a smile. Before he starts snickering a little bit, right in the arms of a dumbfounded Kaizarz.

"... What's so funny about that ?"

"Nothing."

Tyrfing shrugs. Smiles a little more.

"Just a little sibling joke."

[strawberrymilkshakeprice]

Hirano sneeze Headcannons

IM BACK FROM THE DEAD BACK FROM THE DEAD IM BACK FROM THE DEAD BACK FROM THE DEAD DEAD- ok I’ll stop… Hiiii, sooooo here’s the thing you asked for!!! Hope you like it! Please like it

How do they sneeze:

I personally like to think he stifles his sneezes because he thinks it’s polite, but mostly because his regular sneezes are loud. And the stifle is silent, but not fully silent like he kinda makes ‘uh’ noise after y’know? I think his stifle sneezes kinda sound like: “Hh— hHGkt— uh!”And his regular sneeze sounds like: “A’DSHU’H” like dude doesn’t even give you a warning no hitching or anything it’s just so sudden and out there, sometimes he doesn’t even know the sneeze is coming!

How many times do they sneeze:

I think he’s more of like, a one and done type of dude. But on rare occasions he sneezes like 2-3 times, but that’s only when he has a cold or his allergies are acting up.

Do they have allergies:

OH BOY, allergy is a field day i kid you not, this child will sneeze every five seconds! (I like to think he’s a, he’s i my nose isn’t sensitive till it’s not, kinda guy) I swear one time he gave poor Miyano a heart attack because he sneezed so loudly. I’d like to think he is hitchy when his allergies are acting up, like he is REALLY hitchy the type of hitchy that makes you think some on is crying. I’d like to also think that since his regular sneezes have no build up whatsoever! His allergies sneezes do! Like, it’s scary how long it takes them to build up! One time he was with miyano and they pollen count was so bad that day and they were just standing there at the school entrance for 2 minutes! All because Hirano had to sneeze, and all for him to lose the sneeze. I think he’s allergic to spices, and dogs! I have a headcannon that his roommate (i forgot his name) has a dog that stays with his parents and when he gets home, Hirano is a mess

Do they stifle:

All the time! It’s funny because i feel like he’s the type of person that tells people to not stifle, but he does.

How do they feel about caretaking:

he will never admit but he only and i mean ONLY accepts care taking from his roommate. But his sick sneezes are loud as SH*T (excuse my French)

How do they feel about sneezing:

he thinks it’s unnecessary and can’t accept nor come to the fact it’s a human function, he’s a germaphob.

Do they bless people?

yes he does. But one ‘bless you’ is all you’re getting, don’t expect another one if you sneeze more then once (he only does that for his roommate)

ANYWAYS THATS ALL THE HEADCANNONS I HAVE I HOPE YOU LIKED IT, (i also need a fan name to call you guys, please give me suggestions)

[waterfallofspace]

Thank you to the INCREDIBLE @ezynse for giving me this so I can ramble about my guys~ 😭💗ily so much (part one can be found ~here~) ~From This Ask Game~

Part Two: G/ojo

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🤧: What does their sneeze sound like? (Description, spelling, or both!)

If he let it out naturally, it would be whiny, slightly desperate, and deeply ticklish, yet still soft. Something along the lines of "hh'yiieshhiew-! hiHhZShh'tiew-! hiHHkashh'ih-! tshhieew-!" But he normally likes to add some ~flair~ to them, whether to annoy people, or just for fun. So they end up sounding more like "hK'yIEZShhh'CHOO-! anGZShhh'shhoo-! krZSHHhhioo-!" Though, he can also stifle almost perfectly, (though he can't keep it up forever), so those can range from "nxt-! kxt-!" to "enGXT-! ah'dNT-!" all the way through to ones that break free with more of a "knzshh-! dt'chh-! ah'nGXT'iew-!"

😩: Do they tend to sneeze just once or twice, or multiple times? Do they have fits frequently or rarely? Does how many times they sneeze depend on the cause?

Multiple times. If he gets one sneeze, and just one, it's a sure sign that something is wrong. Like for some reason he is holding the rest back (which he's entirely capable of, at least for a little bit~) or he has some sort of illness, basically the only time he'd get singles, though it's still rare.

Even his 'natural' sneeze comes out in multiples. Photic sneezes are always multiples, allergies are fits, and usually sickness is fits, albeit sometimes spread out ones. T

he cause will change the desperation of the fit, how long it lasts, maybe how intense the sneezes are, but the amount varies more based on how sensitive he's feeling that day. (he's incredibly sensitive, but some days are worse then others).

😭: When they’re sick, do they try to downplay their symptoms, or do they treat every little cold like the plague? Do they whine a lot, or do they complain quietly or even just in their head?

I think he's the first one I've done for this where it's an intense complainer. Mans could have the sniffles and he'll act like he's literally about to die. Whining all the time, INCREDIBLY clingy, pathetic, just a mess.

However. This all ends the second he actually starts feeling that the illness/attack is out of his control. If he starts feeling actually unwell, like there's actual weakness being shown, the complaining will stop because he will vanish. Just dip immediately, you will not see him anymore. </3

💦: How wet are their sneezes? Do they spray barely at all, or are you gonna need an umbrella? Do they try to cover at all, or just let it go? Do they sniffle a lot when they’re sick or allergies are bugging them?

(still not a mess person 😭) I'd say he gets a little bit of mist if he's letting them out naturally, but when he does the whole exaggeration thing then they end up a little wetter because he's spraying a bit more. However his stifles end up pretty dry, surprisingly, until they start being a little more let out/escaping.

Absolute sniffle man. Purposefully to annoy the people around him or/and show how pathetic and miserable he sounds. He wants the attention, whether that's sympathy or annoyance, attention is attention <3

😳: Are they embarrassed by their sneezes, or do they just not really care? Do they apologize after sneezing? Do they say “sorry!” or “excuse me!” or anything like that? If they’re embarrassed about it, why?

Not embarrassed, doesn't care, in fact I'd go so far as to say he likes them because they get him attention. However. If his natural slips out when he doesn't mean for it to, that can get him a little embarrassed. Also he does not apologize, but he might give a mocking "wow, sooorry!" or "exSCUSE me!" entirely meant to draw more attention/tease.

📝: Quick! Come up with a scenario for them! It doesn’t have to be anything fancy, just something you think would be cute or something you’d like to see with them!

Off the top of my head- so it's not gonna be very good, and it's feat. Nanami because while my heart is a satosugu, they're a lil too tragic for the lighthearted prompt im thinkin of rn <3

The first indication of a fit was the hitching. Nanami had to push Gojo to keep from him hitting a wall. Still, no one batted an eye. It was more unusual to go a day without a Satoru Sneeze, and he's not exactly known for being careful.

When the sneeze never came, Nanami didn't bat an eye. Any scents could be setting him off, or the lights, but with infinities help, it makes sense that it would be held off.

But when Nanami turns around to scold him for lagging behind, his glasses nearly fall off at the sight waiting him. Gojo has one hand pressed against his nose, blindfold hanging around his neck, tears streaming from his brilliant blues.

"What are you doi-"

"Shhh!! You'll sc- hh... scare it away!"

"What are you on about?"

BLAH BLAH- Gojo has to sneeze, it isn't coming, and he drops infinity, still doesn't come, he's staring at the lights, still not coming, eventually Nanami has to grab him by the arm and pull him into a heavily scented store (bath and body works typa place).

Then Nanami gets the fun task of explaining to the concerned bystanders and employees why there's a man having a desperate allergy attack frantically smelling a candle that seems to be only making it worse. (and letting out whines that are frankly undignified).

THANK YOU FOR THE ASKS THIS HAS BEEN SO FUN AND I'M SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THESE WERE <3333 (and I'd also be incredibly down to write this one sometime, though this was more off the top of my head and I'm not sure how good it is hahaha~)

[kelpeigh]

Do you find taking care of Clydes much different? I love drafts but have never been around them much. I used to have to trim my standies' feathers cos he would get greasy heel all the time (he had allergies and dermatitis, so just the most shit skin barrier imaginable). How do their feeties hold up compared to the lil guys? I have heard trimmers talk somewhat about drafts being different... Just curious :) :)

They have their quirks for sure!

As far as taking care of them goes, you do need to approach and handle them a little differently. There’s really no muscling what you want out of them with brute strength. It takes a little more work to make yourself “bigger” than a moose-sized horse. That said, their reputation of being calm and gentle is well-met in my experience. The primary danger isn’t in them acting out of aggression or anxiety; it’s in them being goofy and clumsy and entirely unaware of their own strength. Imagine a 200lb mastiff trying to crawl into your lap. Now multiply its weight by ten and give it hooves. That’s a Clydesdale.

All the Clydes at our place are barefoot year round and their feet hold up great. Having a great farrier that’s well versed in draft horses makes a huge difference. He has 8 Belgians himself so he’s no stranger to handling big horses and any intricacies therein.

Our clydes need trimming less often than the light horses on the farm. I don’t know if that’s specific to our horses or the breed (or something about the ground here? It’s red clay. All hooves around here tend to get rock hard). Before coming to my current farm I worked with other draft breeds and they seemed to stick to a typical 6 week cycle. Our clydes go more like 8 between trims. Many draft horse owners find difficulty in finding a farrier that a) will trim draft horses at all, b) doesn’t charge like… double the normal rate for a trim*, and c) know what the hell they’re doing. Luckily our farrier only charges $40/horse, no matter the size.

The biggest difference in maintenance is the feathers for sure. They’re prone to infection since they act like a wick for any water on the ground, trap moisture, and make it hard to spot any open wounds or abrasions in the first place. Mites are a common problem for the breed, but we’ve been lucky so far. For maintenance, every so often we rinse them, wash with Dawn or Head & Shoulders, rinse again, then load em with sulphur. Liquid topical ivermectin is a godsend for most ailments. We just squirt it up in the feathers with a syringe.

CPL is an unfortunate condition to which draft horses are prone. It’s similar to elephantiasis. Our little senior rescue, Abby, has the beginnings of it. And speaking of feathers, Abby doesn’t tolerate her legs being sprayed or hosed. So in lieu of the normal routine we clip her feathers and slather a homebrew ointment of ivermectin, DMSO gel, and furasyn on her legs to keep her comfortable. It looks and smells terrible but it’s sufficed so far. That used to be harrowing work but she’s getting better and better about it as she continues to accept that we’re not trying to kill her.

*This is not to imply that farriers aren’t justified in charging extra for working with draft horses. They do require specialized knowledge. Draft horses, being overgrown lapdogs, also tend to make farriers support their weight, which is a big problem with 2,000lbs of horse. And as the “cold-blooded” variety, drafts tend to blow up less, but when they do lose their cool there is added danger due to their size and power. A lot of drafts end up getting their feet done in stocks for ease and safety. Ours don’t need stocks for the farrier, but we have stocks on site. They come in handy now and then.

[aller-geez]

Get to know my OC, Remington!!

(Im sure it can be confusing since that is my name also, but I actually got my name from him 🥰 so he came first)

Full Name: Remington Connors

Age:

28

Sex:

Male

Description:

Remington is a large, stocky 28 year old. Hes very stoic, and keeps to himself 99% of the time to avoid spending time around other people. He is also a wolfboy, and can have pure black wolf ears & tail. He is hot headed, and very stubborn, and will not tolerate others pushing him or his mate, Levi around. He loves to play on his natural intimidation. He has shoulder length black hair, and radioactive green eyes that always glow, however the light dims significantly if hes ill. He also has 1" red tunnels in his ears, the bridge of his nose pierced, as well as two piercings on each side of his bottom lip.

Other:

He also constantly has blood stored within his body that runs out of his nose/mouth whenever he experiences extreme emotions, as sort of a defense mechanism for his species. When sneeze attacks get too intense, he cant help the small sprays of blood that accompany them.

Allergies:

Only allergy is cats, which seems to be a fun game for his mate Levi who can freely switch between human and snow leopard, and enjoys teasing the normally very dominant male.

How severe are they?:

Hes a sniffly, hitchy, sneezy mess for the next few days if Levi is feeling extra mean, and coax out some desperate fits just rubbing his tail under his nose 🥰

Anything else that makes them sneeze?:

He does have a photic sneeze reflex and is sometimes sensitive to temperature changes.

Do they get sick often?:

As strong, and healthy as he looks and acts on the outside, poor Remi catches a cold every few weeks, unless hes been extremely lucky. As much as he tried to deny the existence of the "Man Flu", hes a big baby every time he gets sick again.

How bad is it usually?:

Every cold involves at LEAST one box of tissues in his lap, with a couple single ones never not clamped tightly to his nose as he constantly tries to fend off the coming onslaught. His whole body quits, and he definitely isnt much help when out of commission. Can get pretty messy, and definitely will have used tissues everywhere.

Do they stifle?:

About 50% of the time, as too many full sneezes can cause him massive nosebleeds, resulting in an extremely sore throat.

How loud are their sneezes?:

He tends to have pretty good fits, but they dont tend to get louder until the very last, desperate sneezes. Plus, he doesnt like to draw attention to himself sneezing if at all possible.

What do they sneeze into? (Hands, handkerchief, nothing?):

Honestly, Remi is HORRIBLE about remembering to cover his sneezes. Levi will constantly have to nudge a sick Remi to gently remind him to at least sneeze into his elbow. But prepare for the splash zone until Levi has to remind him again.

How often do they sneeze?:

When sick, hes a continuously sneezy mess that cant concentrate on anything other than his nose itching and bothering him. When healthy, you can still expect at LEAST 3 in a day.

How many times do they sneeze in a fit?:

Usually 3-4 is a normal fit, but he has personally counted and got to 142 sneezes in one day from one of his usual nasty colds.

Do they have buildups, or are they sudden?:

Allergies come suddenly and completely unexpected, which tends to be a problem for the wolf since he had no time to prepare. However, when dealing with a cold, he is constantly twisted up in a presneeze face, with a balled up soggy tissue trying its best to keep up with both the ITCHY tickle, and the lake pouring from his nose.

Do they sneeze in public?:

He'll try his best to avoid it, as having someone notice that his hard, tough exterior has a weak spot, is definitely not what he wants. But yknow, its Remi and his nose, so its not out of the question.

Some examples of their sneezes?:

-' TSCHh!

Hih-ITSHuu!

hhn'TSCHH'huh!

AH'SCHUu!!

[missshezz]

Hey ;) How is life going for You ? I hope you're well and safe. Sending you hugs.

May I request a Malcolm Bright x Reader fic please ? Reader is Malcolm's closest friend so naturally he comes to visit her when she is sick so he can take care of her, just like she has been taking care of him through the hard times he has been going through.

You don't have to do it if you don't want to, really just do whatever makes you feel comfortable.

Please take care ;)

Hi there, anon! I am doing well .., survived Thanksgiving and Black Friday 🤣 sending you hugs, as well, and hoping you’re well!

I actually don’t normally do CC x Reader because of the complexity of the second person narrator POV. However, I had a thought for something while waiting for my brother to finish shopping. Hopefully, it fits what you wanted!

Title: The Air That You Breathe

Word Count: 750

Characters: Malcolm Bright and Reader

Tags: Sick!fic, friendship, Harvard years (pre-canon), humor, angst, fluff

…

It started out as the sniffles.

Nothing to worry about in your mind.

You had allergies. Sniffles tended to happen when they acted up. You had the other symptoms to further establish it was simply your allergies kicking you in the ass.

Then came the fever and chills.

A cough that left you short of breath.

“Bad cold,” your roommates said. “You’ll be fine in a few days.”

A bad cold became bronchopneumonia.

Landed you in the hospital three days before finals.

Definitely not how you wanted to finish the first half of your senior year but what could you do?

You tried to finish the mountain of papers and projects due but exhaustion dogged you at every turn.

Studying?

Yeah, there was a joke.

It took you four hours to read one page.

Even then you couldn’t remember one damn bit of what you read. After your twentieth attempt to read the page you tossed the offensive textbook across the room.

Luckily, it hit the wall and not the man who had slipped into your hospital room while you were arguing with said textbook.

“Uhm,” Malcolm said, instantly grabbing your attention. “I don’t think throwing your textbook is going to help the situation.”

“Like hell,” you wheezed as you shifted to look at him. “Throwing it made me feel better than I have in days.”

A nervous smile creased Malcolm’s lips. He ducked his head, strands of that gorgeous sable hair you longed to run your fingers through falling forward to conceal a face that should grace the covers of GQ, Esquire, and Men’s Vogue. You often wondered why he hid his smile like that that but you never asked him.

You weren’t one to pry and Malcolm Bright wasn’t one to cough up answers unless he chose to give them.

Not that it mattered really.

Everyone had their idiosyncrasies.

Malcolm’s were just a bit… odder than some.

They were what made him so adorkable.

“What’re you doing here?” you asked as you managed to finally catch your breath. “I figured you’d be up to your eyeballs with getting ready for finals.”

“I wanted to come see you,” he said. “Make sure you were getting better.”

“I’m getting better.” Much too slowly in your opinion. Not that you had any choice in the matter. Doctors and their medicine could only do so much. The rest was simply up to your body and whenever it decided to finally kick this shit. “Thanks for coming by,” you said. “Been hard being cooped up in here without my phone or computer.”

A frown creased Malcolm’s brow.

“I brought your phone and laptop when I brought your books.”

“And my mom confiscated them when she left.”

“Why?”

“Cause I’m here to get well.”

As if you couldn’t get better while using your phone and laptop.

Your mom was adamant, however.

No phone, no computer.

Not until you were released from the hospital. Blue-green eyes winked out from between the strands of hair begging you to brush them from his face.

“I’ve missed you.”

Your heart melted at his shyly uttered confession. That or the drugs they’ve got me on have made me loopy. Either way, those words filled you with the warm fuzzies.

You had had a crush on Malcolm since Freshman year but he seemed absolutely clueless to it.

Not much of a shock really.

Social situations weren’t Malcolm’s strong suit.

Making his missing you all the sweeter.

“Here.” Malcolm set a white paper bag on your hospital tray. “I brought you a container of minestrone and breadsticks from Luigi’s.” Another small smile curved his lips. “Figured it’d help you feel better.”

Like her Nonna’s chicken noodle soup made him feel better whenever his stomach was unable to keep anything but Twizzlers and sparkling water down.

You thought you were going to turn into a big pile of goo at his thoughtfulness.

He tended to do things like bringing you tea with lemon on a cold day or a blueberry bagel because you tended to forget to have breakfast.

And yeah he tended to always have an extra scantron because he knew you’d forget to pick up one before class.

Because Malcolm Bright sucked balls at reading social situations.

He was shit at expressing his feelings verbally.

And yeah, maybe he focused a bit too much on murder and murderers.

He was damn good at knowing just how to make a shitty day better.

That, in the end, was all that mattered.

[agblack]

A Brief View on my SPN DR

Disclaimer: I haven't wnet there yet, it's all my script. I also like to leave things as much canon compliant as I can. I do understand some things I script might not go as planned, especially stuff that happens in the future. Feel free to comment/ask anything.

♠ Name: Axel Logan Moore ♠ Age: 24 ♠ Birthday: October, 24 ♠ Zodiac: Scorpio ♠ Height: 5'8 (176cm) ♠ Appearance: Dark Brown hair, short; brown eyes ♠ Languages: English, French, Latin, Spanish

Things I put in all my scripts

My hair is always good and the way I like it.

My signature scent is chocolate and mint.

I am healthy. I am immune to sickness. I am immune to allergies.

I am immune to death by unnatural means and permanent or major harms. I’m immortal when it comes to diseases, wounds or creatures trying to kill me.

I have a high tolerance for pain.

I am immune to any traumas, physical or emotional, like losing a limb, but not limited to it.

I am immune to getting addicted to anything. 

I am immune to the negative effects of alcohol or any other drugs.

I have energy all day. Even if I wake up early in the morning and go to sleep late at night.

When I go to bed, I sleep fast and well. 

I’m ambidextrous.

I heal faster than others.

I never snore.

I’m resistant to cold weather.

I have a great memory and I can memorize facts easily by just hearing or reading them.

I am very confident.

I’m extremely good at reading people.

I have the same beliefs and principles in my Desired Reality as I already have in my Original Reality.

I have a sharp tongue.

I always know what to buy as gifts for my friends.

I know how to dance properly.

I’m a great singer, although I don’t usually sing in front of people who aren’t close to me.

I can have my favorite foods and drinks every time I want.

I have neat writing.

I know how to properly tie a tie.

I’m a great swimmer.

I’m an incredible writer.

I’m awesome at drawing.

I’m immune to being arrested, unless I’m with Sam and Dean (for the plot).

I’m very sneaky when I want to.

I have great reflexes and keen senses.

I have a good sense of direction.

I’m a great cook.

I have quick thinking.

Sleeping with other people is always comfortable.

Shower is always at the right temperature.

I have a great sense of style.

About Me in this DR

I have a well-toned body.

I’m immune to the Croatoan virus.

I don’t have demon blood.

I can’t lose my soul.

I have earrings in both ears.

I have a tattoo on my back, depicting a raven.

I have a tattoo on my chest, in the same place as Dean and Sam, and in the same format, to prevent demon possession. I got mine with them.

I heal faster than others.

I’m immune to becoming a monster or creature.

I’m immune to any kind of mind control, manipulation or changes.

I’m immune to the Horsemen’s powers.

I’m immune to being possessed by any creature, including demons, ghosts, monsters and others.

I am used to seeing death, murders and blood.

I have an exorcism memorized.

I have legal rights to have a gun.

I kind of like Dean’s taste for songs.

I believe that some monsters, ghosts and other creatures are actually good.

I drive my own vehicle while traveling with the boys, but sometimes, for praticity, I go with them in the Impala.

I know a lot about most monsters and creatures, and all there is to know about demons.

I’m one of the best poker players in the world, despite not playing often.

I can throw knives, darts and similar with extreme precision.

I’m great at fighting without weapons.

I’m a master at fighting with knives and swords.

I know how to lockpick and get out of handcuffs.

I have a driver’s license and know how to drive well.

I know how to shoot with a gun with high precision, but I don’t like it.

I can handle any type of gun.

I can find any book I like in my Original Reality in any library or bookshop I look for.

I’m great at investigation.

I’m great by acting and lying when needed.

I have great skill with knives, no matter for what.

I can take all of my knives off their belt or sheath easily.

I know how to properly give any kind of first aid someone might need.

I’m one of the best hunters in the United States.

I know a few useful but harmless spells.

I know everything that needs to be known about Chicago’s monster families - their relations, leaders, everything.

I know well the surroundings of any of my houses.

I can always find someone to get my vehicles back to their specific houses.

My Belongings

I always have enough money to buy whatever I want and to live well the rest of my life. This money was an inheritance from my parents.

I have a limitless credit card. This card is impossible to track. I’m unable to lose this card. It’s impossible to destroy it by any means.

I have a kit of throwing knives especially made for me. Its details are in a separate section.

I have a penthouse in the center of Chicago, Illinois, and another house in San Francisco, California.

My possessions are always at my disposal, and are immune to any laws that would take them away from me or block me from accessing them. This includes my houses and apartments, personal objects, vehicles and so on.

I have all the clothes I want to match my style. Sometimes I have more than one piece of the same clothing.

I have all the accessories, shoes and other kinds of things I want to match my style. Sometimes I have more than one piece of the same object.

I have a pistol and ammunition, but I almost never use it.

All of my houses have a complete library containing all the books I like in my Original Reality.

All of my houses have silver door knobs and permanent iron frames around doors, windows and any other entrance. Neighbors and guests find it strange and eccentric, but don’t say or think much about it.

All of my houses have devils’ traps in the floor right before passing the entrance doors, outside the house, and below the windows, inside the house. These traps are drawn in invisible ink, and can only be seen under black light. These traps are immune to being dismantled without intention. These traps work as normal.

All of my houses were made angel proof once I learned how to do it, always with invisible ink or in unseen places.

There’s something that keeps Leviathan from entering any of my houses.

I have a set of fake identities and cards to pass as a federal agent, an employee at CDC, and others.

My parents were multi-billionaires, owners of a big hotel chain, with buildings all over the country. After their deaths, I became the owner, but my place in the company is mostly symbolic. The directors and other people take care of everything for me, and I can do whatever I want with my time, without having to worry about the details of the business. Because of my position, I can get any rooms I want in hotels I own, for free, whenever I want. I also have a staff to take care of my houses when I’m traveling, and to get important things for me. People working for me never ask questions, just do as I say.

I have a car and a motorbike. The car usually stays in San Francisco and the bike in Chicago, and I travel more with the bike. These vehicles can’t be broken, destroyed, robbed or lost by any means.

All of my vehicles have a first aid kit and other hunters equipment, disguised if needed.

My car has a devil’s trap in its trunk, to hold demons in case of need.

My car has usb inputs in their sound system. It also has usb drives containing all the songs I like in my Original Reality inside its glove compartment. When I turn on the sound, it always plays the song I want to hear the most, even if I don’t know I want to.

My laptops, cellphones, smartphones, watches and other electronics never break, and always have battery when I need them to.

I always have a fast and good internet connection no matter where (except in a few cases).

My car is a Bugatti La Voiture Noire.

My motorbike is a MV Agusta F4CC.

The Knives Kit

My knives kit was made for me in a deal I made with the goddess Athena. The deal was great for both of us.

The knives kit contains several types of throwing knives engraved with magical symbols, some specific to certain types of knives and others general to all of them.

The knives kit has a belt that passes through the shoulder and the waist, that can hold up to 6 knives at the same time.

All of the knives of this kit are unable to be destroyed by any means, and their symbols never lose its power.

None of the knives in this kit can have its path altered by telekinesis or similar powers after throwing.

All of the knives are perfectly well balanced and fit for throwing. Only the Diamond knife is not fit for throwing.

All of the knives are incredibly sharp, capable of cutting and piercing easily.

The Diamond knife has a sheath to hold it. This sheath fits perfectly on my waist.

All of the knives are engraved with a symbol to make them return to the location I’m thinking of. 

Silver Knives

Set with 6 pieces

Iron Knives

Set with 6 pieces

Steel Knives

Set with 6 pieces

Ruby Knives

Set with 6 pieces

Engraved with symbols to make it work as vervain to creatures susceptible to it.

Engraved with symbols to make it work as wolfsbane to creatures susceptible to it.

Obsidian Knives

Set with 3 pieces

Engraved with symbols to make them able to hurt and kill demons.

Engraved with symbols to make a demon in touch with this knife unable to leave its current body.

I only got this knives after the Colt was fixed.

Diamond Knife

Only one piece

Engraved with symbols to make it able to hurt and kill angels.

I only got this knife after Lucifer broke free from the cage.

This is more of a blade than a knife, and it’s terrible for throwing.

This blade can only kill celestial beings.

Relationships

S/o: Dean Winchester

My friends understand my sense of humor and references. My friends are immune to death by unnatural means.

My love interest is immune to death by unnatural means, except in the ways it happens in the series, and always comes back.

I already knew a few hunters, including Bobby, Ellen and Jo, before I met the boys in the cafe. I also already knew Sam from the times we both spent together at Bobby’s when we were younger. They all knew me only by my name, not knowing I was The Raven. Bobby found out before I went to his place with the boys, but didn’t tell anyone.

I never met John Winchester before I met Dean and Sam at the cafe.

I know some people in high places, because of my parents’ jobs, and can ask them for favors sometimes in need.

I don’t trust Samuel, Dean and Sam’s grandfather, and we always argue when we’re together.

I like and respect Crowley’s way to deal with situations.

Before losing their memories, Lisa and Ben liked me.

At some point, I started to see Bobby as a father.

Bobby was the one that teached me most of what I know about hunting, and how to do my own research, the right places to look.

Charlie Bradbury is like a little sister to me.

Charlie is immune to death by unnatural causes.

I’m not jealous about Dean being with Lisa, understanding the time I spent away.

I am called The Raven by other hunters I don’t know and don't know me, by the way I come and go from each job without leaving many traces.

Me and Dean were just friends for some time, while he was adjusting with the fact that he also likes men. After a while after we met, we began to like each other, until it evolved to love.

My Story and Canon Modifications

My parents died 12 years ago, murdered by a demon. I was born in London, but moved to Chicago, Illinois when I was ten. After my parents’ deaths I moved to live with Bobby, but sometimes I went back to Chicago or San Francisco.

I became a Hunter after my parents’ deaths, taught by Bobby.

I met Dean and Sam at a cafe in Chicago, the day they arrived in town (1x16, "Shadow"). Bobby asked them to ask for my help while in town. They accepted with reluctance.

Just before they left town, I asked to join them and help with the hunts. Dean was reluctant, but Sam convinced him. John advised Dean to ask for The Raven’s help, but neither of them knew it was me. From that time, I always traveled with the boys.

Dean and Sam started to look for The Raven while hunting, but never talked to me about what they were looking for. They only knew I’m The Raven at Bobby’s house.

I became friends with Ben and Lisa the first time we met.

After Dean's death from his deal, I returned to my home in San Francisco, where I lived for some time. I was in my house in Chicago when he went to find me, before going back to Pontiac to find Sam.

Dean only stayed dead for 3 months before Castiel pulled him out.

Dean and I started to date at some point between his father's death and his resurrection, after going to Hell. Before that, while traveling together, sometimes there were situations where me or him acted in a romantic/caring way towards each other, creating a somewhat awkward atmosphere.

After Castiel and Bobby were murdered by Lucifer in the Apocalypse, the archangel sent me to a pocket dimension. There I had any books I wanted, video game consoles with every existing game in my Original Reality, a computer able to run any pc game that exists in my Original Reality, and a television capable of transmitting any programs that exist in my Original Reality. Time in that dimension worked differently: 1 week there was equal to 1 year in Dean’s dimension. I was unable to leave this dimension willingly, but God opened a door for me to leave when Dean asked Sam and Samuel about me, and I appeared right on their backs. Lucifer didn't know I was sent there, thinking he was killing me.

After the Apocalypse, Bobby took my bike to his place.

When I returned from the pocket dimension, Dean remained with Lisa, and I refused to work with Sam and Samuel, preferring to work by myself. I still help Dean and Sam when they ask for it.

While hunting, me and the boys usually stay in the same bedroom in hotels.

While we’re not hunting, I stay in a separate bedroom, until me and Dean start to date. Then, we both stay in the same bedroom, while Sam gets a different one.

While we’re in a city I have a house in, we all stay in my place.

During the events that happened like the 15th episode of season 6, “The French Mistake”, when Dean and Sam went to a different reality where they were Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki, I went together, but I didn’t appear in the same place as them. Instead, I was a successful singer and dancer with the same name, ready to make an opening show to a local boy band, in the same city the boys were.

Dean and Sam could easily find me through posters, comments and other mediums.

I know all the choreographies for all the songs in the show.

All of the performances were perfect. Dean and Sam arrived at the show just before it started, and met me backstage after my part ended.

Me and Dean started to date again a few weeks after his break up with Lisa.

When I was a child, I got into the fairy realm, so now I can see them.

Bobby always acted as my superior when needed, to cover a disguise.

I still met the boys in the timeline where Titanic didn’t sink.

Leviathan never went to any of my houses looking for us, even when we were staying there.

I remained on Earth while Dean was in Purgatory. Sam and I lost contact this year.

After going to Clayton, Louisiana, Dean found me in a hotel in Kansas City, while on his way to Whitefish, Montana.

Sometimes I was able to save people that died in the course of the series, and this doesn't change the course of main events.

I have an arrangement with Chicago’s monster families, under the name of Raven. No members of the families are allowed to kill or hurt any human, and must find other ways to survive. Those who fail to behave are hunted and killed. I have enough power and influence so they don’t try anything against me. In exchange for their good behavior, they’re allowed to live peacefully in town, under my protection.

Me and Dean have our ups and downs, but we always get back together.

Random Stuff

Bobby has a bedroom for him, one for the boys and one for me in his house. I usually share Dean’s room with him when we’re dating, while Sam keeps the single room.

When I do something that would change the main events that occur in the books, something else happens to keep things on trail. Minor events can be changed by my presence and actions.

The last episode of the show never happens.

I’m also a character from Supernatural books, written by Carver Edlund.

Shapeshifters, Leviathans and other creatures are unable to turn into me.

The police never associate me or my vehicles to the Winchesters’ crimes.

I never have to do the heavy work.

People only recognize me or my name when I want them to.

There’s no such things as STD’s or unwanted pregnancies.

People close to me or to my partner don’t act with homophobia, racism or other kinds of prejudgement.