#headcanon saturday

[horrorpediaflop]

Headcanon Saturday:🐺🌔

I thought it would be fun to make a fun weekly headcanon dump of different cookie run characters. For the first week of Headcanon Saturday, we start with our favourite lonely Wolfman.

a list of TW just in case

body horror, mentions of hallucinations, dissociation, suicidal ideations as well as attempts, survivor's guilt

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Werewolf lived as a wanderer after leaving his home village not staying in one place too long due to fears of another figuring out what he is

he has a problem with dissociating and memory loss due to his isolation as well as having periods where he doesn't recall anything for days at a time, similar to when he transforms. While it did get better over time (when he adopted Sorbet Shark) he still struggles with the side effects.

He struggles with survivor's guilt. After accidentally killing his only friend Sugar Cube Cookie. his home village tried to burn him alive thinking it would make their home pure once more. Werewolf survives but only after getting severe burn marks on the right side of his body. he feels guilt not only for killing his only friend who was a brother to him but also wishes he was burned alive for his crimes and didn't escape.

Werewolf when first meeting others is agile and aggressive. while his aggression isn't that bad. he can get defensive and rather rude when talking to others (but that only happens if anyone did interact with him)

He is an expert in herbs and plants, being able to differ what plants are edible or not as well as which one is good for medicine

he's shockingly good with kids at least with kids like Sorbet Shark :)

when he is in his wolf form, his body makes light cracking noises when moving due to his bones changing length, shape etc.

His wolf form has traits that are more similar to the werewolf tropes of 1920s films meaning it is more of a rage monster than anything while it still can recognise some of Werewolf's loved ones, its main objective is to fulfil its animalistic desires. its hunger is never-ending meaning it will attack if it sees fit

before Werewolf's transformation he gets hallucinations of Sugar Cube. constantly reminding him that he should have been burned alive as well as giving ideas on how he can "off himself". ( guess which monster film I got that idea from )however, the hallucination is just a jumbled mess of Werewolf survivor's guilt and the idea he planted in his head of what Sugar Cube would have thought about him If he survived.

He loves any candy or snack that's salty including salted liquorice.

He tends to be cold when first meeting him (an add-on to bullet point 4)

now these headcanons are after he married Almond and stayed in Parfeadia ( when bro wasn't a homeless single father anymore)

He hates coffee with a burning passion and thinks its gross ( to Almond's dismay since he's a coffee addict)

He plays bass really well and did some gigs when he lived in Parfaedia

He's that kind of father figure who looks scary but is a massive sweetheart who genuinely cares. also, the guy to give you a nice cup of tea when needing to vent and gives the best advice.

massive hoarding issues even before he got married.

his love language is quality time, he loves going to bookstores and hearing Almond infodump about a new sci-fi book he wants him to read knowing he will probably never do it.

Makes the best tea no matter his mood.

Works as a bartender at Sparklings bar part-time

After a certain point in their relationship, Werewolf starts to recognise Almond while in his wolf form and seems to be calmer around him and not like the rage monster it was before but Werewolf can't pinpoint why it happened

That's all see you guys next week I am going to make Almond Cookie next

[turtleblogatlast]

I love Raph and haven’t said that enough so to be more specific I love that Raph is a soft boy who loves bear plushies, a gross boy who eats an assortment of things that are definitely better left alone, a smart boy who is more than capable of taking down villains through planning and fortitude alike, a strong boy who is dedicated to training his muscles and fighting prowess, a teenage boy who loves his brothers but is more than happy to tease and roughhouse with them, an angry boy who sometimes lets his anger take a hold of him to cover the fear, a gentle boy who is generous with hugs and affirmations to those he loves, a capable boy who takes on more than should ever be expected of a teenager, a good boy who just wants to be a hero and slowly comes to realize the cost of that duty, a good boy who has no reservations about putting himself in the way of harm coming to his family, a good boy who’s a great brother and son and person and deserves only the best the world has to offer.

[violent138]

Gotham city caves to public pressure and asks Gordon to ask the Bats if they'd be willing to partake in Superhero Story Time at various Gotham Public Library locations. Bruce tells his kids, expecting to get annoyed replies about how busy they are, but they practically compete for shifts.

All the Bats are very committed to making fun voices, even if they already have a voice modulator on, and engaging the kids. As a result, the kids love it, it's the safest way to visit a Gotham public library, and the kids find it hysterical when the Bats eventually have to pull a vanishing trick or escape at the end.

[sasukeuchiha-24]

Sasuke Sharingan 2 Tomoe

[boofeine]

taroteen saturday

# 2 what are the seventeen member's sex fantasies

WARNINGS: tarot is not one fixed truth, this reading stands for the current time being.

this reading was made with the major arcanes.

tags: @huen1ngk4i @aaniag @svteensworld @kooqitas @unlikelysublimekryptonite

seungcheol's sex fantasy comes around threesome and voyeurism. he images the sex with two partners, where he can sit and watch while he enjoys himself. that comes around on watching porn and going to strip clubs also.

jeonghan's sex fantasy is an orgy BYE! imagines sex with more than one person involved and multiple orgams, where he can participate however he wants, he'd sub one time, than dom the other, eating some out next, and goes on.

joshua's sex fantasy is kinda sweet, he likes to visualize sex in an introspective, romantic, melancholic way. a typical feminine figure that he trusts and can experiment different things.

junhui's sex fantasy is messy, i think he might daydream about nasty messy sex. but also, sex that is totally different from what he usually goes to, like some extreme sex. he might have a lot of fetishes hidden that he truly wants to try but don't have the courage to act on it yet. i'd say a freaky on the closet, and i urge to add that he just needs the right person to put him out.

soonyoung's sex fantasy (HOLD MY HAND GUYS GUYS IMMA CRY THE FREAKY MEMBER IS A SECRETLY ROMANTIC) is love making! he fantasizes sex with love, which is slow and not impulsive at all. that feels like only him and that one person is on their own bubble, and i would even add that he is the one subbing.

wonwoo's sex fantasy is some dark romance shit. he imagines intense sex that is slow and consuming. he fantasizes about being degraded, in a really mean way... it's painful and makes him want to cry by how torturing slow the sex is and how harsh the words are.

jihoon's sex fantasy is also a threesome but more specifically him plus a man and a woman. where they play the typical part where the man doms and the girl subs. it's nasty guys, there's multiple orgams and changing positions a lot.

seokmin's sex fantasy is cute, he imagines sex in a lighter way, where he can just be able to giggle during the sex, be fool, and totally free from any insecurities or doubts he might have. playfull sex with a feminine figure that he truly loves.

mingyu's sex fantasy is very practical, almost analytical. he imagines a sex where he can be composed and able to see and understand clearly what he wants and what the other person wants too. it's kinda cold but thoughtful. like wanting to be ramantic but also mysterious.

minghao's sex fantasy is voyeurism. he's not touching his partner at all, he just sits back and watches them enjoy themselves. but he still plays the dom part, giving directions and demanding the other person what he wants.

seungkwan's sex fantasy is doming. he likes to fantasize messy, fast, intuitive sex and that's how it would be with he's taking control, all over the place. taking the lead feeling confident and also a bit mean, he's dirty in words and actions.

vernon's sex fantasy is also romantic! he imagines sex with love, where both are certain and know how to please one another. he still enjoys doming and the fantasy often has fucking from behind with a lot of breathing sounds.

chan's sex fantasy is sex where he can be out of control, letting his wants talk louder than anything else. like jun, he might have a lot of fetishes but haven't been comfortable yet to let it happen during sex. also fantasizes being loud.

[irishmammonagenda]

Belphie blinks at you in greeting as you slide under the covers with him, only humming gently when you hold onto him for dear life. Dark indigo eyes noticing with interest that you haven't even started getting ready for RAD yet---not that he was one to talk---the Avatar of Sloth merely gives you a lazy smirk and wraps his tail around you under the covers as you whisper a strangled out, 'hide me'.

He nods slowly, his throat feeling much too heavy, and he himself feeling much too lazy to use his words. A pale hand pulls the covers over your head, just in time too, as Lucifer bursts into the room, ruby red eyes shining like a wolf on the hunt.

"Have you seen MC?" The eldest asks, paying no mind to the usual sound of morning chaos coming from the rest of the house.

Belphie lets out a strangled, lazy, "Nope." all the while his tail tightens around you.

Lucifer shakes his head. Looking at the you shaped lump under the covers. Merely pinching the bridge of his hooked nose and sighing, "MC. If you wanted a break from RAD, you could've just asked instead of opting to hide."

You pop out from under the covers, eyes wide like a deer in headlights, Belphegor's arms wrap around you from under the covers, his eyes sleepily tracing the features of your face as you speak.

"Right.....yeah. Sorry Luci?" You tilt your head, the Avatar of Pride's eyes soften a fraction.

"Be sure to catch up on your schoolwork, we only have room for one academic failure in this house and I'm afraid that spot has permanently been reserved for Mammon." Lucifer says sternly, though you can see the faintest upward quirk of his lips.

"Aye aye Captain." You nod, sleepily saluting the eldest.

"Belphegor."

Belphie turns to look at his eldest brother.

"Just because MC has a day off school, it doesn't mean you have one. Your uniform's hanging up by your desk." The ebony-haired demon walks out of the room.

"...Diavolo fucking dammit."

[numberonedukethomasapologist]

Duke: Yo- do you think you could make the jump from your balcony to mine?

Tim: ...

Tim: wanna find out-

Duke: fuck yea!

[variansgoggles]

Outsiders Musical characters and their real names also including actors names :)

Greasers

Ponyboy Curtis - Brody Grant

Johnny Cade - Sky Lakota-Lynch

Sodapop Curtis - Jason Schmidt

Darrel Curtis - Brent Comer

Dally (Dallas) Winston - Joshua Boone

Two-Bit (Keith) Matthews - Daryl Tofa

Ace Evans(?)- Tilly Evans Krueger

Steve Randle - Renni Anthony Magee

Socs

Bob (Robert) Sheldon - Kevin William Paul

Cherry (Sherri) Valance - Emma Pittman

Paul Holden - Dan Berry

Marcia Meyrink - SarahGrace Mariani

Beverly Jitney-Bush - Melody Rose

Clark (Brill) Brillstein - Barton Cowperthwaite

Chet Baker - RJ Higton

Trip (Terrence Dip) - Sean Harrison Jones (formerly Kevin Csolak)

Swings/Alts/2nd track characters

Greasers

Ponyboy - Trevor Wayne, Josh Strobl

Johnny Cade - Josh Strobl, Daryl Tofa

Dallas Winston - Daryl Tofa, Wonza Johnson

Steve - Jordan Chin, Andre Malcolm, Ryo Kamibayashi

Sodapop - Victor Carillo Tracey, Dan Berry

Two-Bit - Jordan Chin, Renni Anthony Magee, Henry Julian Gendron

Darrel Curtis - Victor Tracey, Dan Berry

Ace - Milena J. Comeau, Anna Bermudez

Socs

Bob/Cop - RJ Higton, Sean Harrison Jones, Barton Cowperthwaite

Paul - Victor Carillo Tracey, Ryo Kamibayashi, Sean Harrison Jones (?)

Cherry - Maggie Kuntz, Melody Rose, SarahGrace Mariani

Marcia - Melody Rose, Maggie Kuntz, Anna Bermudez

Beverly - Maggie Kuntz, Milena J. Comeau, Anna Bermudez

Chet - Henry Julian Gendron

Trip - Victor Carillo Tracey, Henry Julian Gendron

Brill - Henry Julian Gendron, Ryo Kamibayashi

Only Socs for the Rumble

Melvin - Melody Rose

Sergei - SarahGrace Mariani

Rogelio - Anna Bermudez

Glen - Maggie Kuntz

Martin - Milena J. Comeau

If anyone has further information I will update this thank youuu!! And if y’all have any Soc boy headcanons I will love you forever (I love Trip/Sean sm yet there’s nothing on him anywhere 😭 fun fact he was Action in 2021 west side story 🤭)

[harmonictechnicality]

*my humble offering to @steddie-week (and the s4 anniversary!) | ao3 link here*

Like most bad ideas, it starts with a question. Eddie is sitting on the ground, messing with the laces on his sneakers. Tying, untying. Mindless shit.

Steve is taking up the whole damn park bench, practically laying on it. Hasn’t said a word in the last ten minutes. 

And Eddie sort of hates the silence. Would like Silence to get decapitated with a chainsaw or something equally gruesome. Needs that particular volume to die the loudest death possible. For the sake of irony, of course.

So Eddie kills it - the silence, that is. The lull taking up all this air between him and Steve Harrington.

He kills it with a question:

“What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done?”

Steve’s head snaps in Eddie’s direction. “What did you say?”

“You heard me.”

“Fuck, I don’t know, man.” Steve sort of twitches, right between his eyebrows. Shoulders going lopsided, unnaturally angled. Uncomfortable.

Eddie shouldn’t be feeding off this tension so much. Judging by Steve’s body language though, the answer must be a good one. 

He leans forward, almost singing the words. “You sure about that?”

Pushing is fun, darkly playful. Eddie enjoys getting under people’s skin, crawling around till they shrivel up. Is it wrong? Morally unethical? Well… the verdict is still out on that.

Besides, he’s been around Harrington enough lately to know that it doesn’t take much to make him surrender. 

“Fine.” Steve huffs. He lifts himself to a sitting position, knees bobbing up and down. It takes all of Eddie’s leftover energy to not gloat about how easy that was - how quickly Steve caved. Teasing can (will) come later - right now, he wants answers. 

Secrets.

“So, Robin and I went to this party in the city… got pretty shitfaced.”

Eddie throws his head back. “Lame.” 

“Story’s not over.”

Oh? Interesting. Eddie places his hand over his heart, then waves it back at Steve. “My sincere apologies. Continue.”

Steve rolls his eyes, clears his throat (not that he needed to but whatever). “Anyways, she somehow convinced me to go to this tattoo parlor with her. Said her friend worked there and she wanted to visit them, so-”

“Wait wait wait. Don’t tell me this story ends with you getting a butterfly tattoo on your lower back.”

“Will you stop interrupting?”

There’s this serious expression in Steve’s eyes. A combination of dark colors and pure annoyance. Eddie is sane enough to know that annoyance isn’t something he should find endearing, but he does. On Steve.

Just a little.

He shrugs, and Steve continues. “Well, it turns out her friend wasn’t working that night. But the piercing lady was working and was like… superpersuasive.”

“Look, Munson, I don’t remember many details after that. Like I said, totally shitfaced. I just know when Robin and I woke up the next morning, we were so fucking sore. And not like, hangover sore either. We were sore in the same exact place. Right here.”

Steve’s pointer finger is gesturing at his stomach. Right in the center.

No. Absolutely not. Either Steve had severe stomach pains that night, or he’s suggesting that…

No.

“Yeah. There you have it.”  Steve says. Blankly nodding into space. “Stupidest thing I’ve ever done is get a matching belly button piercing with my best friend. Jesus christ, that’s freaky to say out loud.”

The Silence sneaks up on him. Stabs Eddie in the back when he isn’t looking because he’s too busy trying to imagine Steve Harrington with a piercing of any kind. Let alone the most famously slutty kind.

Wrong, so very wrong. He should never let the words slutty and piercing clutter up his imagination while thinking about Steve. The silence has been too long now. Gotta say something, anything.

“Bullshit.” His tone is harsh. Doesn’t mean for it to be. “There’s no fucking way.”

Steve pouts, crinkles his forehead. “I swear on my car - I’m not making this up.”

And see, here’s where the bad idea comes in. This stormcloud of pouting and piercings and chest hair, it’s all becoming dangerous. That urge to provoke is in Eddie’s bloodstream. He has to tip the scale, twist the knife of chaos as far as he can. Self control is out the fucking window.

“Prove it then.”

“Fuck off, Munson.” Steve laughs, maybe scoffs. Either reaction is a little confusing. “Seriously, this isn’t truth or dare.”

The truth is already out though. It’s the dare that Eddie is hungry for. “You can’t just drop a nuclear statement like that and expect me not to ask to see it.”

“Technically, you didn’t ask.”

Eddie clamors over to Steve, all theatrics and fake agony. “Please, Lord Harrington.” He clasps both hands together, rests his cheek on Steve’s knee. Batting his eyelashes till Steve cracks a smile. “Let me see the metal that has punctured thy skin. I beg of thee.”

Steve shoves him off. “You’re such a dork.” It’s lighthearted, barely qualifies as shoving. He’s become way too decent for actual aggression these days. 

A fact Eddie tirelessly clings to when Steve stands up. Lifts the bottom of his shirt and puts it in his fucking mouth.

“Holy shit.” Eddie mutters. No time to consider how pathetic it comes across.

In theory, this should all be stupidly unattractive. The way Steve holds his shirt between his teeth. The way he mumbles incoherent shit between the fabric in his mouth. The way he keeps pointing at it, poking it.

That shiny, teardrop-shaped metal. Just… hanging from Steve’s belly button, swinging slightly with every small movement. Eddie’s eyes start to swing with it, back and forth. Back and forth. Maybe those roadside hypnotists are onto something, because the dumbest piece of jewelry has Eddie captivated.

He could just be captivated by the guy attached to the dumbest piece of jewelry. Piercing.

Jesus Christ. Eddie really didn’t think his life could get any weirder. But here he is. Staring at Steve Harrington’s belly button piercing. Fucking mouth-breathing at the sight of it. Probably seconds away from salivating. 

He really should consider seeing a licensed psychologist. Fix his terminally horned-up brain once and for all.

“It’s…” Eddie swallows, his eyelids feel heavier than his stare. “Not what I expected.”

The fabric drops from Steve’s mouth. Unevenly falls around his waist... hips. “What were you expecting?”

To laugh. To mock. Threaten blackmail for six lifetimes, maybe more.

Instead, Eddie gazing at it the way people gaze through telescopes. He peers lower, tries to see if it’s silver or gold. Hard to tell at sunset. None of Eddie’s typical instincts are sinking in. All he wants is to feel the metal rolling over his tongue or get it trapped between his teeth. See how it tastes mixed up with Steve’s skin.

“Fuck.” Yikes. Eddie didn’t mean to say that out loud. Straightens up from his questionable position, does it so fast that his spine sounds like bubble wrap. “Sorry, sorry.”

What the hell is he apologizing for? Cussing? Having a skeletal structure? Christ almighty, he’s a mess.

Steve’s lips spread into a grin, doesn’t look like his own. Looks more like the kind Eddie might give after pulling off a successful decoy in one of his campaigns. “What’s wrong with your face, man?”

“My face?”

“It’s all…” Steve trails off. Sighs and sits back down on the bench. “Nevermind.”

Eddie reaches up to his cheek, understands exactly what Steve is referring to. He feels feverish to the touch, must be a shade of red that is so deep, it’s noticeable in the darkening sky. 

“Sorry… sorry.” Steve hangs his head. Seems troubled even though Eddie is nailing that particular routine all on his own.

“Think that’s my line.” Eddie jokes. 

“Right.”

Silence is lurking around them yet again. Eddie hates it, but he’s running out of steam here. The embarrassment is on display, his cheeks and neck covered in splotchy red patches. His voice is higher, somehow, as if his vocal chords are shrinking. He’s undergoing a crisis and crush simultaneously and it is not an attractive look for him.

“Just go ahead and get it over with.” Steve says. Interrupts whatever cynicism that’s currently brewing in Eddie's head. 

“Get what over with?”

“The teasing.”

“Oh that’s not… it’s um… you don’t…” Eddie can’t pick an appropriate response. They’re way beyond politeness and niceties. And any bullshit he tries to pull isn't gonna be convincing. So it’s best to stay honest. Embarrassing, but honest. “I think it looks pretty good.”

“You do?” Steve looks softer. 

“Yeah. I mean… Bowie probably has one, and he’s a fucking superstar so. Uh. Yeah.”

“Bowie, huh?”

“I like Bowie.” I like Bowie? What a beefhead answer. Eddie joins Steve on the bench, hopes it distracts from that very un-cool line. 

“I like Bowie too.” Steve messes with his hair a bit. Elbows Eddie in the side and chuckles. “You should get one.”

“A piercing?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t hold your breath, man. I’m not letting that nightmare creator you described anywhere near my lower abdomen. Not gonna happen.”

Steve reaches out, runs his knuckles down the bridge of Eddie’s nose. Stops at the crease of his nostril. “What about one right here?” His voice is even, calm. Too calm for what he’s asking.

His hand is warm, slightly calloused. The only two thoughts Eddie can process without going fully catatonic. Steve’s hand is on his face and it’s warm.

Slightly calloused. 

“Uh. Dunno.” Eddie says. A hoarse whisper in reply. “Probably not.”

Steve scoots in closer, never taking his hand off Eddie’s face. Just moving it around. Exploring. He brushes along to Eddie’s ear this time. Holds the edge of it between his thumb and index finger, looking straight at it. 

“What about right here?” Steve’s eyes stay fixed on Eddie’s ear. Every touch seems natural, just questions that involve connection or something.

Internally, Eddie is dousing flames. Fanning them left and right. Running in circles, fucking clueless on how to properly calm down. Be civil. Be Dude Civil. His breathing is so rapid, he knows it. Can hear it between them, collecting space. Decides it would be best to mimic Steve. Fix his eyes only on him, borrow the stability as much as possible.

“Mmm… maybe.”  Eddie gets stuck on the ‘mmm’ sound. That’s how good it feels having someone touch him like this. Careful, yet heavy in curiosity. Rolling the tip of his earlobe between two fingers, just enough pressure to create heat. 

It warrants that sound.

Steve’s glance drifts before his fingers do. Eyes landing on Eddie’s lips, slight hesitancy before his hand follows. Eddie has to hold his breath now. Minimal oxygen is the only way he’ll survive this moment, which makes no fucking sense, but it does all the same.

“Here would look really good.” Steve slowly traces the curve of Eddie’s bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. The back and forth pattern is disarming. Makes Eddie’s lips part, mouth slightly open.

Just enough to speak. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

If Eddie passes out from lack of oxygen, he’ll regret it. He’ll regret not taking the risk, finishing what Steve has started. Because this surpasses friendly touching. 

This is charged in electric shockwaves.

Eddie dips in, kisses Steve before he can move his hand out of the way. Steve makes a sound, not even a surprised one. It’s sweeter, laced in relief. Eddie pushes in, wants more, whatever he can get. Has his fingers wrapped around Steve’s wrist, the same hand that’s dragging down his face, his neck. Stopping at his chest. 

Every rumor is true, that kissing Steve Harrington is like the gates of heaven opening up. That his tongue could work miracles on amateur lips with a few licks and curls. But no one ever told him about the noises he makes - and those are the best fucking part. Heaving breaths, pleased whines, each one captured with Eddie’s mouth before they get any louder.

Maybe that’s it. Maybe those are just for Eddie. Reserved for kissing him.

Goddamn, he’s delusional. Completely delirious from kissing a dude with a belly button piercing.

There’s a light getting brighter, almost approaching them. Eddie opens his eyes, quickly backs off while Steve does the same. Has to literally detachhimself from wherever his hand was busy wandering all over Steve’s body. 

Headlights pull into the nearby parking lot. Eddie squints to get a better look at the car. It’s Robin and Vickie, showing up fashionably late as always. Sure, he’s grateful that it’s just them, the queerest people in his circle of weirdos. And while they’re reasonable people with shit like this, even they’dbe shocked to know that Eddie and Steve just sucked face for a solid three minutes. Probably best to not mention the gory details, not tonight. Eddie hopes Steve is thinking the same thing.

Both of them stand up, rearrange themselves to look presentable. Less tousled and kiss-bitten. Steve spends a few extra seconds with his hair before turning to Eddie, eyebrows high. Likely a non-verbal ask if his hair is looking as godly as ever.

Of course it does. Looks even better knowing Eddie’s nails were just digging into it.

Steve is a few steps ahead of Eddie, heading for the girls, when Eddie does it again. Kills the silence with a question. 

“Can we… do this again?” It’s edging on desperate, he’s so fucking aware of that. Self control really proving to be a major downfall with him tonight. Should definitely consider taking classes, train his willpower or some shit.

Steve stops walking. He doesn’t turn around, doesn’t even look at Eddie as he speaks. “My place.”

Oh. That’s… wow. Unexpected. Eddie jogs up to Steve, beside him. Way too eager now, sort of buzzing for more information. Hints of excitement or maybe a smile. Anything, really. He’s at that level of weak for this guy.

Steve just keeps walking, but leans in, right next to Eddie’s ear. The same one he messed with earlier. His voice is quiet, but Eddie hears every damn syllable:

“I’ll leave the window unlatched for you.”

For him. 

Maybe Eddie isn’t completely delusional after all.

[is-this-even-relatable]

A Rising Phantom

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Summary: danny died, and no one knows. He is a full ghost, and only thanks to his dual obsessions can he “live” a normal life and pretend that nothing happened.

I aim to make this a multichaptered fic! Hopefully, the first fic I post on AO3!

HEADCANONS/TROPES/TAGS:

no one knows! AU

full ghost! danny

eventual everlasting trio

dual obsessions inspired by this post, which are protection (Phantom) and space (Fenton)

my own headcanon: danny's death is inevitable, a single point in time that cannot be avoided or changed.

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Danny died on a Saturday.

He was too young to have been left alone; any other house would’ve be fine, but everyone in that town knew, even then, that the Fentons' house was to be avoided by a wide berth.

His parents had rushed out in a frustrated fit, leaving him and Jazz by themselves for the weekend, just like so many before. They were always an afterthought to their parents, long before he was 14.

Danny didn’t intend to go down to the lab that night. But Jazz was out with her friend Kyle, and he was bored. And something down there called to him, though he didn’t know it.

He didn’t know that forces beyond his comprehension were leading to this point, this singularity.

If Danny had known the fate in store for him, he would have begged his parents for them to stay that night, or take him with them. But he didn't know, he couldn't have known... because that's how it was always going to be.

He didn’t know that a man with a clock in his chest, who changed between ages in the blink of an eye, was watching as he walked down those lonely steps.

He didn’t know, as he pulled on a white hazmat suit hand-sewn just for him, far too flimsy for what it was meant to protect him against, that a sentient dimension was pushing against the veil, straining for him.

He didn’t know, as he stepped through the gaping metal maw, that it had already called his name, and death had claimed it.

And afterwards, while he curled up on the cold basement floor, clutching his chest for a pulse, he still did not know that even if he had known... he would have had no choice but to do the same.

Danny died when he turned the portal on, alone in his parents’ lab.

Standing inside, fifty million Watts of electricity coursed from his palm to his heart, searing its path into his skin. It had no exit route. It cooked him from the inside, lighting all of his nerves on fire, and doused him in an infinite realm’s worth of dimensional energy. After what seemed like hours of screaming, panicking, burning- he somehow managed to crawl out of the portal.

He died then, lying flat in front of the machine that ended him, as the intense pain faded into a dull throb that replaced the beating that used to be in his chest.

And as he sat up, feeling both sore and feather-light, he looked down upon his body, and realized that he had died that day, and he was not coming back.

Danny panicked. And he did the only thing he could do. He decided to run away, afraid of what he was, confused and scared and feeling very not himself.

But the main anxiety that drove him to hide his accident was a rather juvenile one.

…He was afraid that his parents would be upset that he had gone into the lab without their permission.

He had messed with their stuff, and turned something on… something he definitely shouldn’t have.

He had just opened a portal to a realm full of the very things that kept him from sleeping at night, of “unfeeling monsters” that his parents had drilled into him about for years.

A portal to ghosts… that were now free to come through.

That thought made something inside him solidify, and a low hum began to emanate from him as he worried about his family. About the ghosts and the portal and how they were going to manage without him…

He couldn’t just leave like this. Not when he was responsible. He couldn’t let a whole realm of monsters hurt his family. At that thought, dread filled him, and that same something inside his chest ached.

But it occurred to him that he still had to leave. Not just at the thought of his parents stumbling in on his body.

No, it was about him. For he was one of them now, wasn’t he? A ghost. And he was a monster now, too. Despite not feeling like one. Despite knowing that there was clearly something wrong with what he had been told and what he knew was intimately true of himself in this new form.

But something inside him whispered at him that he couldn’t take the chance, if he did turn into a monster. He couldn’t let himself hurt his family.

So with fears on his back and a tingle fading from his fingertips, Danny pulled himself up onto unsteady feet. He took his body outside, to the woods where no one would know. And he buried it, alone, surrounded by trees and the sky.

He sat there, at his fresh grave, and cried.

Holding his arms around himself tight, he mourned the loss of warmth, of blood pumping and his heartbeat, so loud in its absence.

Surrounded by nothing but silence, he mourned that he’d never made close friends, nor really had the chance.

Looking up at the stars, he mourned that he could never fulfill his dream of being an astronaut.

He mourned for himself because no one else could.

And as his last cry petered off into the night, the sun broke the horizon.

A different something tugged at his chest, and he let it pull without resistance, worn ragged as he was.

And he was grateful he did. For a soothing light washed over him and transformed him into something similar, but not quite as he was Before.

But he felt warmth, and he felt a pseudo-beat in his chest, sluggish as it was. And suddenly he realized that although he was dead, he was alive in a different way.

He was still there.

He didn’t have to give up on life.

He was not going to be a monster.

Danny walked back home. He washed the dirt away from under his fingernails. He swept the lab until it looked like no one had been there. Minus the massive swirling vortex.

And when Jazz got home from her sleepover, Danny hugged her with a smile.

He was going to be fine.

They would all be fine, he would make sure of it.

[merciawintersageposting]

my headcanon about that time rook cheered up Emmrich with a bet👀💀

Enervation had nearly stolen their nerve after that last dust up with the Dark Spawn. The entire team looked bedraggled-- and that was how Rook found Emmrich in the dining room.

They peered around the door. Someone had brought in an armchair, which Emmrich was currently slumped into, hair messy, collar open to the chest and with his feet soaking into a steaming bowl of warm water. He looked... so alone there and so weary. Paler than usual. Charming in deshabille. Before Rook could leave him to it, feeling like this was an intrusion on some intimate ritual, Emmrich stifled a yawn:

"Manfred, is that you?"

Shit. No time like the present.

Rook ventured around the dining table where Emmrich seemed to be basking in the warmth of the fire and the foot tub. Amber and vermillion light spun the silver strands that now fell across his forehead to gold. Far too pretty for his own good. He peered one eye open and, realizing it was Rook, shot straighter in his chair.

"Just me," Rook soothed, "don't get up on my account."

"I- right, something you need?" Emmrich lilted with genuine concern.

There was an awkward moment of silence. Rook was attempting not to stare at his chest, or his hands, or his legs. He, likewise, seemed flustered, but they weren't sure why.

Clearing their throat in mock formality, Rook began hastily:

"Listen professor--"

"Ahem, Emmrich if you please."

"Right, Emmrich, yep... So, Taash, Bellara and I have a bet about everyone's knee shapes," Rook blustered despite Emmrich's now widening eyes, "and we have a final addition to the bracket. Which is you."

"Forgive me, I-- what?" he puzzled.

"Well, you're a student of anatomy. So, you know- everyone's knee is shaped differently. Davrin's looks like an Oak tree knot--"

"Dare I even ask what this involves..." Emmrich quirked a brow and tucked his tongue into his cheek. (Rook called this his Ominous Brow, though they had never told him that. He would only have read them the riot act even more ominously.)

"He just rolled up his pants and showed us. Lu was a bit more of a challenge. But Spite convinced him-- he has a serious case of drumstick knee. We already know Neve's knee is perfectly statuesque- Bel has seen it. And both Harding and Tash both have strong patellas," Rook continued, the tips of their ears going slightly pinker by the minute, "so that leaves you."

"And if I refuse?" the Ominous Brow reached higher. But color seemed to come rushing back to his cheeks.

Fetching that, Rook thought.

"I'd- we'd respect your wishes obviously. I do have a lot riding on this. A chance to beat a Lord of Fortune at their own game. And a new grip for my saber..."

Emmrich crossed his arms, attempting to seem imperious but only coming off as charmingly bemused.

"What exactly is the bet." It was more of a statement than a question really. Rook felt this was like oral exams, now with more- what was that corny thing Bel called them? "unbidden flutterings."

"Right the bet. Those?" they finally allowed themself to look at his legs appraisingly, "Yeah, those are definitely biscuit knees."

Emmrich turned several shades pinker, putting two and two together somehow still didn't quite compute. But, another curious glance at his leg revealed a dot of red on his right knee seemed to be spreading.

"Also, you're bleeding. I could take a look," Rook coaxed.

"Oh my, I do hope that's not staining the chair...well then, I suppose it would be appropriate," Emmrich mumbled- he nodded at Rook in assent. They grabbed a towel and water from the kitchen.

Taking a knee in front of him unexpectedly made them both flush. Even more so when Rook rolled his pant leg up to reveal a nasty surface cut just at the side of his kneecap. The Professor winced but tried to recover from the sight of them on their knees in front of him. Warm, calloused fingers softly traced the edges of the wound. For all his experience, Emmrich still didn't understand the terrifying thud in his stomach when they were near- nor when it dropped lower. How had they gotten under his skin?

"How does it look?" yes, Emmrich seemed to have dropped an entire vocal register somewhere in there. And Rook was blushing furiously to the tips of their ears but refused to be put on the defensive.

"Hmm," they assessed with theatrical seriousness, "a perfect bake. Excellent crumb."

The Ominous Brow reached heights yet heretofore unseen, and Emmrich pursed his lips admonishingly. Though, Rook's cheek looked unaccountably soft, and he was tempted beyond reason to reach out.

"Just a surface cut. The chair will make a full recovery." Rook reassured with a grin. And stood, wiping their hands off.

"I- right, thank you." Emmrich said, rolling his pant leg down. The absence of their warm hand left cool air in its wake.

"But you need to be more careful about getting within striking distance of a Hurlock. Best not to throw scones in glass houses."

Emmrich snorted unbecomingly. And Rook tried to suppress a wry grin- this was the first time they'd ever heard him make that sound. They flashed him a devastating smile.

"Atrocious." Emmrich recovered hastily, but with a knowing look in return.

"Oh, but worth it." Rook winked at him while backing away and knocking into the table behind them.

"Have a care." Emmrich cautioned as Rook moved to leave.

"All in a day's work Emmrich," they looked back over their shoulder for an instant, "had to risk it for the biscuit."

A pillow flew past their head with startlingly perfect aim.

[19catsncounting]

I'm even less normal about Samifer in 2024 than I was in 2010, so here are some random Samifer/Angel headcannons I've come up with for my fic:

The Enochian language is genderless and the very foundation of it rests heavily on Names. An angel's POV would pretty much only refer to themselves as "the angel/the 'class of angel'/Name" (Basically all angels are Lorathi for GRRM nerdos). Before The Fall, Lucifer's name was Samael, but that name was stripped away during The Fall so that Lucifer can no longer refer to themselves as that, and a hole was punched in the Song of Creation to remove the name "Samael," and replace it by adjective titles like "Lucifer."

The first real act of creation by God, when he became God and began to pull away from The Darkness instead of trying to create things just to prove their worth to her, was creating light that was then split into the first four archangels. Michael is therefore not just God's firstborn son, but the first thing in all of creation. (And he's remarkably chill about it)

When God created Gabriel, the idea struck him to create things in his own image, which is why Gabriel is Like That, with God's sense of humor and propensity to Run The Fuck Away from conflict.

Lucifer manipulated events, possibly all the way back to Babylon, to not only try to plant the name "Samael" into the human lexicon but also make sure Sam was named as close to their own name as possible. (This is Super Weirdo Behavior. Michael Did Not need to put his name on Dean like a pair of underwear packed for summer camp.)

Sam thinks that Lucifer is flirting in a super dramatic angel way when they refer to Sam as "the only one throughout all of existence and all of creation," only to find out that alongside Boy King of Hell and True Vessel of Lucifer and The Abomination, another little epithet that existed eons before he was born was "Throughout All Of Existence And All of Creation, Sam Winchester Is The Last And Only Gift For Lucifer Created By God Himself."

"Lucifer's Nephillim" is a metaphor for something completely impossible in Enochian, as in "humans inventing the microwave is as likely as Lucifer creating a nephillim."

Before The Fall, Lucifer commanded the Cherubim, which includes the lower-class "Cherubs," but before humans they were all extremely powerful warrior angels second only to Michael's Seraphim. After The Fall, the ones that didn't die in the struggle were demoted and cast out and put on "grunt duty" on earth, which in turn broke and warped them into the "Cherubs" that they are today due to constant and close proximity with humans.

Angels like autistic heavens because we're the closest humans get to perceiving the Song of Creation in our senses. Lucifer's gonna get trapped by God inside a girl who's autistic about crabs.

Lucifer's first vessel Nick is actually named Nick Campbell, and he's Mary Winchester's first cousin who ran away and became a carpenter instead of a hunter because Fuck You Dark!Fic Nick Storyline I Cared Who Nick Was 8 Years Before The CW Did.

[harrleyquins]

Okay, so picture this. SNL. Lex Luthor somehow is slated to host the show with like... Lady Gaga or some shit. Everyone's really curious to see how he does as a host because there are plenty of little clips sprinkled around Youtube about how not funny he is in interviews. Did he pay someone off? Did someone at NBC offer the hosting gig just for the chaos? We'll never know.

Anyways, Lex Luthor goes on to have one of the worst episodes in recent memory. He comes off so stiff when reading from the cards and Cecily Strong is trying so fucking hard not to laugh at how awkward it is.

One clip of him that has been clipped and circled around, a foundational clip in internet lore, is one of Lex Luthor standing with a military-like posture in front of the NBC camera. He gestures to the stage,

"Ladies and Gentleman... Ga-ga."

It's a simple phrase. But the way he says it, with thunder behind every vowel and bared teeth, has been archived forever and traveled from Vine all the way through to modern TikTok. It's the kind of meme that's had a few resurgences throughout the years.

It got bad to the point where Lex spent most of the summer out of the country in Europe keeping his head down. That is also the summer that Clark takes Lois on a long and needed vacation.

That next winter, after the holidays, Bruce Wayne is slated to host with Fall Out Boy or some shit. He ends up hosting the last episode before the show breaks for the season.

Everyone loves him. He is lovely to the whole cast. His inner theater kid comes out and he takes the whole week of his hosting duties seriously.

The best sketch of the night revolves around a trip to some high-end salon where Raul (Bruce with a thin pencil mustache, tight pants, and a silk button-up shirt with his hair slicked straight back) does the exact opposite of whatever any of the female castmates' characters ask for. The wigs are gaudy and it got the laughs. Bruce almost breaks character.

He goes on to do a caricature of himself on Weekend Update with a satin robe and smoking pipe. It makes Seth Meyers catch the giggles while Bruce keeps a straight face the whole time.

Blessedly, the Bat-related sketches that made it to air were tame compared to the ones pitched and rehearsed. Bruce couldn't take it seriously and kept breaking character to the point where they couldn't run through the sketches with Batman even once.

Instead, Batman (Jason Sudeikis), Lex Luthor (an eager Bill Hader) and Bruce Wayne all end up on Weekend Update. Lex Luthor interrupts Bruce in the middle of answering a question from Seth Meyers, desperately getting advice on how to get Superman to notice him.

It's the only time that Bruce breaks character and laughs.

Anyways, it's one of the most loved episodes of modern SNL. His sketches get featured in those little articles that rank the show's hosts. Not only did he become friendly with a lot of the cast and Lorne himself, he's one more show away from ending up in the 5-timers club.

[mcgrillzdumpinc]

I'll likely make a more in depth post once I've read through all the translated light novels but

Hello Apothecary Diaries fans I am in volume 8 and would like to reassure you about the choking scene from volume 5

Spoilers under the cut!

Okay so there's a scene at the end of volume 5 (the manga is not there yet) that many have interpreted as sexual assault. For the sake of those sensitive to such topics, I'm going to give a light on spoilers version of the scene and then an in depth analysis. Personally, I do not view the scene as sexual assault, but it is very forceful and carries A LOT of very sad subtext. You'll understand what I'm getting at in the more depth part.

So, the general gist of the choking scene.

MaoMao and Jinshi are in the garden to escape a banquet. They talk for a bit about a very scary incident that occurred that day (thankfully nobody was killed) and share casual conversation. Then Jinshi brings up that they're at this banquet to find him a wife. I won't spoil the specifics, but fyi MaoMao has been wearing an accessory this whole time that loudly announces (to everyone except herself, of course) that She's The Favorite™. Despite how obvious Jinshi has been with his intentions, including holding her hand and combing his other fingers through her hair while mentioning the whole wife thing, MaoMao evades him while thinking "I'm not capable of love". So, she tries to dodge him by offering up another woman. This is what causes Jinshi to snap and choke her, as well as hold one of her arms behind her back to stop her from fighting back.

He doesn't kill her. As far as damage to her throat, the text doesn't indicate any. He then leans his weight on her. MaoMao then remembers how she was taught sex techniques against her will be the Verdigris House women & decides to use those techniques against Jinshi. She then promptly leaves and Jinshi feels like the most pathetic man in world.

The two don't interact beyond official matters until towards the end of volume 6. Jinshi brings more rare medicine in lieu of an apology. The two talk around the wife situation again and MaoMao gets tickled. It isn't until volume 7 that they have an actual conversation breakthrough.

That's my light on spoilers version of the events. Now I'll give a more in depth version, that's honestly a good chunk of my own meta-analysis around the events of volume 5.

Honestly, volume 5 is full of really interesting scenes regarding Jinshi and MaoMao. This is the first volume after Jinshi has been forced back into Imperial Brother status, yet the first thing I noticed that actually changed between JinMao is how MaoMao takes initiative with him now. As soon as she learns an insect plague might be on the horizon, she dives into unprompted research and delivers her findings to Jinshi. She's no longer working at the palace or for Jinshi, but she still takes on the extra burden. She also takes initiative to get Jinshi some extra sleep (though she misinterprets his desire to not sleep alone). And later in the novel, when they're in the paper makers' village, MaoMao acts so cute when reapplying Jinshi's burn scar makeup. I'll let screenshots talk for me.

Like man. She's so cute. And I wonder, if these two didn't have to deal with social standing and imperial drama, would we get way more of them just being cute and companionable? If MaoMao wasn't an unwitting member of the Who Wants To Be An Imperial Princess race, would her feelings for Jinshi have grown without so much pushing and urgency on his end?

But I digress. I think a lot of volume 5, especially once they reach their travel destination, is MaoMao trying her best to keep her blinders on even though she is in the thick of imperial drama. She's especially desperate with regards to the blazingly obvious fact that a certain someone of very high status is in love with her. I think the end of chapter 6 does a very good job of driving home one of the major reasons why MaoMao is reluctant to trust Jinshi's feelings.

To add fuel onto this unfortunate fire is that MaoMao, as an unmarried courtesan's daughter, was attacked as an infant by her mother, sought after by fucking Lakan of all people, ignored while crying as a baby, and forcibly taught sex (to the point of tears!). She also had to cover for Luomen's own eccentricities, specifically ensuring they had enough money to feed themselves. MaoMao, to put it shortly, has been taught not to believe she can attain anything beyond her very simple life of being a lowly apothecary.

And then here's Jinshi who, as a prince, has been forced to grow up fast & have all his favorite things taken away from him. I think MaoMao is the first time he ever wanted a person. He is, for lack of a better word, obsessed with her. I think a lot of his pushiness & tendency to be clingy with her is him desperately trying to make sure he doesn't lose her. If he makes her his wife, then, well, she can't leave.

And I think the choking scene is him finally at his breaking point. At this point, he has lavished her with gifts, been very forward sexually with her twice, and given her a new hairpin that is essentially this story's version of a promise ring. It's MaoMao's repression/reluctance vs. Jinshi's desperation and so far she's winning.

But then she pushes him past his breaking point and he takes physical action against her. MaoMao responds by performing an unspecified sexual act on him.

So why don't I personally take this scene as sexual assault?

Mainly because I think the people actually guilty of sexual assault her are the Verdigris House women who forced MaoMao to learn sex.

As far as I understand it, whether MaoMao can actually say no to Jinshi is left up to interpretation. If we're talking on social status terms, she can't say no. But if you look at Jinshi's overall treatment of her, both before and after this scene, I very much think MaoMao can say no and instead chooses to defuse the situation.

Because what isn't for interpretation, however, is MaoMao's abysmal impression of what love and sex can actually be for her. So she defuses a situation by using sex, something she herself doesn't like, and doesn't allow Jinshi to reciprocate, which leaves him feeling terrible, too.

I want to be clear. I do think Jinshi is in the wrong for physically attacking MaoMao. But the sexual portion of the scene, at least to me, falls squarely on the shoulders of MaoMao's fucked up backstory.

Anyway, I think I've typed for long enough. I am using the official translations of the light novel for this analysis, so if any fans have access to alternate translations or WN only knowledge that throw my analysis in the trash bin, please let me know (fyi puedo leer el español).

[cocoa-rococo]

Koopaling Headcanons: Iggy

Larry | Morton | Wendy | Iggy | Roy | Lemmy | Ludwig

The wild child, the mad lad, the resident scientist himself! I think about him a regular amount.

Left-handed.

His powers are more plant-based, and he's very good at controlling them, but inventing is a big hobby of his that plays into how he attacks. To put it in other terms, he's got Artificer software running on Druid hardware.

His eye color is a rare mutation of his draconic koopa biology, though it does give him some issues with his vision, hence the glasses.

He's definitely wacky, but he's not actually ‘demented’ or ‘insane’ like most think he is. That being said, he likes to play up the whole ‘mad scientist' act around other people because he enjoys their reactions. Maybe a little too much…

April Fool's is a banned celebration in the castle because of him. Not that it stops him from pulling pranks on any other day of the year.

His favorite fruits are more tropical things; kiwis, pineapples, and starfruit.

Prefers Chain Chomps and other animals to people, as he's not great with conversation nor predicting people. Rumor has it that he can actually speak with them, but whether it's true remains to be seen.

He occasionally gets nonverbal when an experiment goes awry, or when he’s so upset he can’t find the words for it. His siblings check in on him every once in a while, and he does end up speaking again after a few hours / a day.

His hair naturally falls into a mohawk like in his earlier depictions; he just likes styling it back to differentiate himself from Lemmy.

Doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, but he's a big fan of savory things. That said, he does have a fondness for carrot cake.

He actually made his glasses when he realized his eyes didn’t see well with traditional lenses… and because he needed something that was fireproof, blast-proof, and freeze-proof, just to name a few. When he realized he could market it on a professional basis, Iggy’s Glass was created.

He's a big fan of his veggies! He's not a strict vegetarian, nor is he opposed to meat whatsoever, he just likes his greens more. Like I said, Druid hardware.

Speaking of food, if he's craving something, he often decides what to have not by flavor, but by texture. He looooves crunchy stuff or things he can rip into, like sandwiches with hard bread or jerky sticks.

He helps Wendy with her baking hobby! Baking is just another form of chemistry, after all, and he likes having something to do with his hands. He doesn't like cooking much, though. Too much guesswork.

He makes so many things for his siblings for holidays and birthdays, and is always touchingly surprised if they get him something personal or practical (not that he shows it).

He got Morton a camera for his tenth birthday to support his scrapbooking hobby, and is secretly very pleased that Morton takes such good care of it. He also denies crying when Morton showed him the page he made of the two of them with the photos he took.

His handwriting is the worst out of the seven. Given how fast he needs to write to keep up with his experiments, and his habit of using short phrases that only he understands, it's really legible to just him.

He genuinely is pretty funny. His humor is skewed towards shitposter memes thanks to Roy and Larry, but his sense of comedic timing to drop a bomb or punchline is perfect.

Will respond to highly cursed memes and images along the lines of "Oh, that's AWFUL. I LOVE IT."

His currency is amusement. You wanna get on his good side or impress him, making him laugh. This is harder then it sounds; if he can tell you’re trying too hard, he’ll just blast you with sarcasm.

Ludwig is teaching him how to play the accordion. It’s just as chaotic as it sounds.

He's a big fan of bad B-movie horrors, making fun of them while also unironically enjoying how terrible they are. He's got a few posters of them in his room.

He was the dog version of a warrior cats kid. I'm sorry, but it's true.

He likes to collect bugs! It's not a very big collection, seeing as the Darklands is uninhabitable by a majority of insects, but he likes learning and talking about them to anyone interested.

One of the most terrifying generals out of the Koopalings to the troops; not because he’s especially mean or strict or anything, but because you’ll have no idea how he’ll react to something. He is, however, perhaps also one of the the least military-inclined out of his siblings, much preferring his lab to a war room.

Will wear the UGLIEST shirts with zero concerns. Will also wear socks and sandals. Wendy loathes him.

Doesn't like coffee; the taste makes him nauseous. He's more of a soda guy, anyway.

He and Larry are huge sci-fi nerds, and enjoy bonding over comics and mecha anime and going to cons together. Also a big fan of horror; the more gore, the better.

Cannot draw people for shit. Animals and plants he can do okay at, but more in an anatomical kind of way then any artistic sort of style. Blueprints, however, are a different story.

Genuinely likes pistachio ice cream. None of his siblings know why, nor do they want to know.

Like Lemmy, he's very much a fan of pulling a prank and doing the "ohhhh I'm just a little guy, and it's my birthday, I'm a lil birthday boooy" routine. Unlike Lemmy, this rarely works for him.

His lab is his safe haven; it may be a mess in some places, but it's his mess. If you touch something you shouldn't, be prepared to get whacked.

Can and will pick up bugs and eat them. Bonus if they’re dipped in chocolate.

He doesn’t have any particular favorite flowers, but he's got a side hobby of cross-breeding and mutating plants for both science and in the sense of, in his own terms, “fucking around and finding out.”

[boofeine]

Hey sweetie❤️

Do you mind doing a reading on how the seventeen members act hen they’re jealous??

oooohhh ok!!! that got me curious 😃

how seventeen members act when they're jealous

reading made with the major arcanes

seungcheol; first card pulled: the fool. he gets completely swayed away with emotions. he is someone who gets jealous, and he lets all out when it happens. the type to get sulky or even angry/sad, it might have fights because of it :/

jeonghan; first card pulled: the sun. completely opposite, jealousy might not be a thing for jeonghan. at best, it's a way of him to tease, and god knows he loves that. and even if he is jealous, he won't show and be racional about it.

joshua; first card pulled: judgment upside down. he just acknowledged it like 'oh yeah, i think im jealous' and then keeps it to himself. he might not be good at hiding it, though, it's written all over his face, and it gets in something bigger because he doesn't want to talk about it but the person can see something is bothering him.

jun; first card pulled: the hermit upside down. another one that gets pretty irracional. sways away with his bothersome and talks about it. he organizes his thoughts and takes action, and he also tries to be mature about it and work it out. good for him!!!!!!!

soonyoung; first card pulled: the hermit upside down. hmmm the dec sequence pull literally screams, 'i can't tolerate it, pls next'. he probably takes his jealousy as a sign to rethink the relationship (no matter what kind). he might be a little freaky about it... i hate to agree, but he might have crazy intuition, and 99% of the time is right in choosing to leave :///

wonwoo; first card pulled: the moon upside down. here we have an emotionally intelligent guy wooww! he does get sentimental about it but knows to sit and organize his thoughts to afterward expose to the person in question and get things straight in a mature conversation.

jihoon; first card pulled: the hierophant. oooh he gets melancholic frfr!! he knows it is what it is and he might like it... in a spicy way... he might like sex after a jealous situation where the person has to prove themselves by treating him. he has a hard time talking about his feelings tho.

seokmin; first card pulled: the chariot upside down. he does feel stagnate but, in a way, he knows if he's jealous, it is because there are true feelings involved. jealousy for him is more like a sign that he must really like that someone, and he doesn't see it in a bad way. also, he just feels jealousy in romantic relationships.

mingyu; first card pulled: strength. he feels like he 'lost power'. he gets pretty vulnerable and swayed away. he gets a bit taken back and needs time to understand what's the feelings about, jealousy really messes him up....

minghao; first card pulled: justice upside down. guys... actually, until now, he's the member more affected by jealousy. he gets angry, impulsive, and out of his head. i can say it almost definitely every time it turns into a fight. (im only saying the first card, but thought important to add the devil came out on the reading dec here sooo....)

seungkwan; firts card pulled: justice flew from the dec. he's mature. he does get jealous and swayed away, wants to leave, and even gets angry but knows that's not a healthy behavior, so he uses rationality to work on an equilibrium. probably the person who cause it is oblivious about it, tho. he works it out by himself.

vernon; first card pulled: death. he rarely feels it, and when he does, he pushes it away. he doesn't think it's a healthy or useful feeling to have, so he just ignores it. but that does not always help him, it affects his inside and could cause inner turmoil when pushing it aside.

chan; first card pulled: the moon upside down. gets emotional too, he's also very affected, but he gets more sad than anything else. i can also sense a bit of insecurity. but he doesn't really act on it, same as vernon that can be bad for him, the difference here is that chan understands and acknowledges the feeling.