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(Jeremy Allen White) [THE ICARUS]. Please welcome [RUBEN HOBBES (HE/HIM)] to Huntsville, WV. They are an [35]-year-old [RESIDENT] who lives in [TOWN]. You may see them around working as a [DEPUTY GAME WARDEN]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

Broken bottles shine just like stars…

Full Name: Ruben Hobbes Nicknames/Aliases: Hobbes (only close friends/family call him Ruben or know his first name for that matter); Roo (Strictly by his deceased parents, deceased wife, Clara Jones, and maybe eventually his current partners) DOB: 12/01/1989 (Saggitarious) Birthplace: Huntsville, WV Orientation: Hetro/panromantic, Pansexual

Make a wish anyway…

Ruben was never given a true middle name, his parents could never decide on one. One day it was Gregory the next Ochs... His father's favorite was Baryte - a reference to an oil paint color ("the perfect green") that was long discontinued. Not that they ever got around to filing the paperwork. Seeing as his mother was the music teacher at the elementary school and his father a painter (known for detailed oil portraits of ducks and other Appalachian wildlife they'd shrink real small to decorate stamps), the Hobbeses weren't the most organized people but they were lovely nonetheless.

Little Roo knew nothing but love, and finger painting, and making music on pots and pans on the kitchen floor.

Our dreams on the window sill…

His childhood was a good one, filled with scraped knees and dirty sneakers and messy hair. In high school, he quickly became the class clown. Funny, charming, silly Hobbes. Clever and athletic and easygoing... and head over heels in love with his high school sweetheart. Hobbes and Hanna with no 'h'. They'd been going steady since 5th grade.

She was bookish and wild and far smarter than he was. All that to say: she was perfect. They could've been prom king and queen probably if they hadn't skipped the dance to climb trees and eat take out and talk about their future life together. Hanna sometimes thought about leaving Huntsville but Hobbes never did. She'd tease him about how he didn't dream big enough.

Hobbes thought his dreams were just the right size just... simpler. And that there was something beautiful in that. In reality he would have followed her wherever she wanted but she would never ask.

They immediately got married after high school, right in the gazebo in the park. They had a vanilla sheet cake and the whole town there. Hobbes doesn't remember much from that night due to the drinking and merrymaking other than Hanna had spilled beer down the front of her thrift store wedding dress and that he was the happiest man in the world. It seems so long ago now.

And your heart's a thousand colors but they're all shades of blue…

Lola Rose was their 'oopsie' baby and Hanna and Hobbes could not have been more over the moon. He remembers this short period of his life - their life, together, as a little family - vividly.

It wouldn't be right to say it was before everything went wrong. Because just before Lola was born his parents passed, and naturally that was difficult. It was a car accident and the roads were wet. But it wasn't anyone's fault; it was just life. The car was old.

Still, moving his little family into his now empty childhood home felt melancholy. He and Hanna vowed to fill it with nothing but joy. So they set to making it home again even in his parent's absence. There was crayon on the walls like his father would have wanted and the kitchen was still for dancing as his mother would've insisted, and for a while things were right again.

Then Hanna got sick. And cancer doesn't really care how much you love someone.

It wasn't anyone's fault; it was just life.

I’m dying, Roo.

He missed their secret handshake. He missed how she always burned the cakes she tried so hard to make. How she always left her socks on the couch. How she poked his cheek when she wanted attention. How she wore her wedding ring around her neck because it was a size too big and they never got around to getting it fixed...

What am I supposed to do without you, Hanna?

I don’t know, dummy. Live, maybe?

He missed her so much sometimes it felt like he couldn't breathe. He still does.

The tumors in my head, Roo. Not yours.

Lola was a bit too young to truly understand when they buried her mother. 3, just about 4... Hobbes tried to explain to her as she grew. They'd feed the ducks then go 'get flowers for Momma' as Lola would say. They'd sit a bouquet of wildflowers down at the grave and sometimes Hobbes' eyes would water but he'd wipe them before his daughter saw. Seeing Momma was never supposed to be sad. Sometimes they couldn't help it though.

And the years went on. Lola was his sun and moon and stars and she was just as mischievous and bright as her mother. And for a while things were... not right. But good again. Until it wasn't. 2012 wasn't good for anyone.

To be fair, they made it 5 years. And that was more than some could say.

Let's get this over with / 'Cause i'm late for work...

Hobbe's found little comfort in the thought that Hanna wasn’t there to receive the news with him that their daughter was ripped apart.

Their silly, blue eyed girl.

His daughter was in the watchful care of the babysitter who he thought he could trust. He was at work when he got the call from Henry. He should have been home. He should have been home. He should have been… If he couldn't stop whatever got in at least he would be dead too.

He lost a bit of himself when his parents died, as all children do. He would never be the same after Hanna. He buried the rest of who he was with Lola Rose. It wasn't anyone's fault; it was just life didn't really cut it anymore.

In an empty house he smoked and drank then went to work. He didn't sleep well if he did at all. It took a year for him to speak to anyone outside of work again. A couple more to pretend he was fine.

He didn't think he'd be fine again until a year ago.

I sold all this land to buy me some dreams…

The whole fiasco with a Romero and a Brit was unexpected and stressful and crazy and... wonderful. Sure, Hobbes had slept around here and there to balm whatever pain he felt constantly in his chest but he never expected to form any real relationship with another human being again. Much less two. For a simple, small town boy this is all quite scandalous for him. And while none of them are perfect, they're making this funny thing they have going work. It's scary. But while Hobbes does a good job pushing Hawk and Matt away at times when things get too heavy they do a good job at always bringing him back.

I been thinkin' you probably should stay…

Fun Facts… (Alternate Title: An Admittedly Long Section Because Hobbes was One of the First Characters I Brought In and I Am a Year Later Writing This Out So Most of His Shit is All Fragmented Bit of Information About His Life. Please Forgive Me.)

- Y'all I went back and SCOURED the discord for facts I might have said about my own fucking character and one of them is that Hobbes is an average sized king standing at 5'7" tall. (At one point I think it was Max that tried to take away one inch and make him 5'6" that is FALSE NEWS smh)

-I've also said in chat: "I've also realized that you probably hardly ever catch Hobbes without his like ranger station baseball cap on. He wears that thing to DEATH"

-He is currently dating both Matthew Walker and Hawthorne Romero. No he doesn't know how he got here.

-Speaking of the Romero's he is very close family friends with them and will stand (has stood) by Mallard's side through the worst of it. He will continue to do so and loves all of the Romero's dearly. It was Hawk who was there when Hobbes' got the call about his daughter and he will forever be in his debt for catching him.

- Used to smoke heavily but has been trying to quit. Had a pretty good streak but broke not too long ago. He struggles with this, but is trying.

-Despite his sleepy disposition he is one of the best damn shots in Huntsville and takes his job very seriously.

-Loves a good sandwich. Truly a foodie.

-Has an american traditional rose tattoo with his daughter's name and birthday on his bicep.

-He likes to read but isn't a good reader if that makes sense. Was never the most book smart but likes to learn.

-Was a wrestler and played rugby in high school. Definitely has some chipped teeth because of this.

-Turned down a position at the hs to be a sports coach/gym teacher to work at the ranger station.

-He has a peanut allergy which I totally forgot about and have no idea how that came to be or why I did that to him. Just for flavor I guess(?)

-Kind of has Jon Snow energy in that like, he's just a guy, thrown into impossible situations and probably should be dead by now but... here he is... He has a better sense of humor though. Kind of a class clown. Maybe uses it to deflect but you didn't hear that from me.

Possible connections…

- Y'all be grateful I got this far lol oh god UM truly a lot of people at least know ~of~ Hobbes he is the Deputy Game Warden after all. Anyone with any sort of proximity to the Rangers have seen him.

-He is such an easy to get along with guy, please reach out and throw whatever ideas at me! He's much less out here in these streets shaking hands and being a leader of the community than Cab but he's still, you know, around and well liked.

-If you're an older native you would know about the tragedy of losing his parents then young wife and then later daughter. But who hasn't been touched by tragedy here.

-Other young parents who have/had kids ages 7+ (Lola Rose passed in 2017 when she was 9)

#forget about the sun he's forgotten us by now [ hobbes | musings ]#ocean eyes [ hobbes | looks ]#honey it's alright [ hobbes | character name ]#huntsvilleintro #tw child death #tw cancer #tw car crash #//I puttered out at the end #//also please note I changed some tags!

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green-ville · 1 year

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The Story of Icarus (5)

Synopsis: All cards on the table. Maverick now knows why she has to fly this mission, but will allowing her to go jeopardize it? Will he have just signed her death warrant?

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Chapter 5: The Missions

She hadn’t made the cut.

The words repeated in her head again and again and again.

Phoenix and Bob.

Fanboy and Payback.

Rooster.

Maverick.

Phoenix and Bob.

Fanboy and Payback.

Rooster.

Maverick.

Everyone else was gearing up. Kara stayed behind. Captain Mitchell walked over to her, sensing her distress. Seeing it easily, because she hadn’t moved a muscle since her name wasn’t called.

“I’m sorry, Maro. But I can’t be the reason one of you dies.”

“I. . .”

“Maybe if we had that extra week, you would have been able to work through whatever you need to work through, but the timeline was pushed up. I can’t, in good conscience, send you off.”

No. She had been flying better. She beat the course, so what if she was off by a few seconds? In real life she can do it better! She’d be better! She needed to fly this mission!

Maverick shook his head, genuinely apologetic. He turned to leave, and the shock wore off enough for her to get a sentence out.

“Who did you lose, sir? If you don’t mind me asking.”

He stopped, paused, and faced her again. He swallowed and nodded. “My WSO. A great man named Goose.”

“Rooster’s dad?”

The two words together provoked a soft wince, old wounds that never fully healed. He answered her honestly anyway. “Yes.”

Kara smiled, humorless, broken. “I’m going to lose my mom if I don’t fly this mission.”

Maverick’s gaze locked on her. The brown was focused, twice as serious now.

“She’s over there, an agent in the field, and needs extraction but they can’t get her out. She’s how we got all the information on the uranium site. Once it’s blown up, security will triple and it’ll be too hard to try and get her out. They won’t send anyone to try and remove her. It’s either pull her out on this mission,” her lower lip shook, words choking on their way out. Her final sentence was barely audible. “Or not at all.”

“And what about your teammates, Icarus? This mission will be hard enough getting in and getting out, but getting in, making a pit stop, and getting out?”

“I will make sure they’re in the clear before I break away sir.”

“Which puts you in even more danger.”

“I know the risks, sir. I’ve been thinking things through since day one.”

And he had been saying it too, a mission they might not all come back from. For Icarus, she knew the risks, and she still had to try. Even if it was sabotaged from the start, she couldn’t not try.

Maverick sighed, internally torn apart, struggling to conceal the turmoil. He hung his head, shaking it. “You’ve put me in a spot, Lieutenant Commander.”

“I will come back, sir.”

“You can never be certain.”

“Every mission I’ve ever gone on, I have come back.” An obvious fact. “And that was without someone to come back to. That was going out, not truly caring about myself, but needing to go out anyway because there was someone that needed help. And I took a lot of hits, selfishly hoping that one of them would be the one to finish it, but it never did. I have someone to come back to now, so I promise you, sir. I promise, that even if my plane gets blown up, I will come back. Even if I get shot, I will come back. Nothing will stop me from coming back. . .Or ensuring the survival of my teammates.”

His smile was small, sad, but true. “You certainly know how to give a speech, Lieutenant Commander.”

“I know. . .I know I’m asking a lot of you. To trust me when my behavior has been so erratic – “

Rooster cut her off. “I trust you, Icarus.”

Phoenix nodded beside him. “I know you’ll do what’s right Maro. If you can make Bagman a better person, I already classify you as a miracle worker.”

Bob shrugged. “I trust Nat’s judgment.”

Fanboy and Payback remained quiet, studying her for another minute before they shared a look. Then a nod. “I can’t say that I like this plan, but I trust Maverick. And I trust Rooster and Phoenix,” Payback said. “If they fly behind you, so will I.”

“Just maybe drink a bottle of water first, because I don’t want to carry you to a medic a second time,” Fanboy joked.

Kara smiled. “I’ll drink some water. And thank you for that, I appreciated it.”

“I’d say anytime, but that seems ill-phrased.”

She nodded, clapping her hands together, exhaling. “Alright then aviators. You know what to do. You know that, no matter what happens, you keep flying.”

They grew uncomfortable again, the same way they were when she first told them the plan. Rooster nodded first, and then they all followed suit.

“Are we ready, then?”

A chorus of “yes ma’am’s,” and they all parted ways, heading to their respective jets. Kara successively managed to turn around before she was stopped. Despite the worry on his face, she saw him and smiled, worry stripping away.

“I’ll come back,” she promised, going straight for a hug. He didn’t hesitate to hold her back, squeezing her closer, kissing the top of her head.

“You better,” he warned. “My grandparents will already be upset with me for being married, but being married and widowed and having never met you, they might not let me back on the farm.”

She pulled back, smiling up at him. “I won’t let you get widowed. You’re stuck with me now.”

He bent down, pecking her softly on the lips.

“Come back,” he said, and she smiled, cupping his cheek.

“I’ll see you soon, Seresin.”

He rolled his eyes, watching her slip away. “You better, Seresin.”

From not too far away, Natasha Trace gagged loudly, then pretended to hurl over the edge of her jet.

Jake rolled his eyes. “Shut up Trace, I know you and Rooster have that weird thing going on.”

Bob made a face. “You and Rooster – !”

“NO!”

“Dagger 1, up and ready on catapult 1.”

Her heart rate slowed down, her senses tuning themselves to the situation.

Her teammates readied themselves, smoke swirling around her jet as she waited. She only half listened in, plan sweeping through her head one final time.

Everyone was going to make it back. She had made amends with Jake. She was going to get back.

“Dagger Spare, standby.” Jake on standby.

“Dagger 4, up and ready.” Payback and Fanboy, ready for takeoff.

Phoenix voiced next, calm and steady. “Dagger 3, up and ready.”

“Dagger 2, up and ready.” Rooster, who would take over for her once she left.

They knew the plan. They knew what would happen. There wouldn’t be any surprises.

6 were leaving for this mission, 7 would return.

“Standby for launch decision,” a monotonous woman from the control tower spoke.

Her hand rested on the yoke, the throttle.

6 were leaving. Right now she flew with an empty back seat. When she returned, that seat would be filled.

“Launch them,” Cyclone’s voice sounded, and at his command, she led the charge.

Testing all her flaps one last time, setting her propulsion damn near to the max, Icarus signaled to the ground, and then she was launched. She shot forward, searing across the short landing strip, and when she breached the edge, there was a quick dip down, gravity taking hold and dropping her stomach with it. She breathed through it and began to ascend.

High above the clouds, she waited for her teammates to get in position. Seeing them on her radar, she spoke into her mask.

“Dagger 1 for standby check in.”

“Picture clean, recommend dagger continue.”

“Copy, daggers descending below radar,” Icarus responded, pushing down on the yoke and leading the descent. The clouds blurred their field of vision momentarily, but she couldn’t allow the obstruction to raise her anxiety. She was at the therapeutic level of having a sharper focus, high energy levels, and an eerie sense of calm.

“Daggers now below radar.”

The ocean ghosted below them, the horizon showing their future. The snow topped landscape. The mountain that stood so far away, but with the speed they were going, it would be less than three minutes for them to meet.

“Here we go,” Icarus said. “Enemy territory up ahead. Picture clean?”

The monotonous woman confirmed. “Picture clean. Decision is yours.”

There was never an option for turning back. Not in her books.

“Dagger attack.”

“Tomahawks airborne.”

“No turning back now.”

No turning back indeed, as the tomahawks were already flying overhead. Less than a hundred feet above them, and heading straight for enemy territory.

Icarus nodded. “Daggers, attack formation.”

She glanced behind once, to confirm they were all set. Dagger 3 to her immediate back. Dagger 2 behind. Dagger 4 carrying up the rear.

“Daggers set. Proceeding to target. 2 minutes and 30 seconds in 3.” A breath. She could see trees. “2.” Her muscles relaxed. “1 mark.” She was over ground, and her timer started down.

“2 mark.”

“3 mark.”

“4 mark.”

They were in the danger zone now.

It was different than how they practiced. Physically, similar. Each turn was like her skeleton was being compressed. The air struggled to come in. The sweat drenched her. Her eyes had to scan everything at once but now there were objects actually on the hills for them to locate.

Different in the sense of they could get shot at any time.

“SAM 1, high up, 3 o’clock.”

“SAM 2, left side, 11 o’clock.”

And she worried. Her arms chilled even though she was sweating right now. Fear ran through her because these people trusted her. Trusted her like Jake had on their first mission. And they knew the plan, she had told them she’d be leaving, but that didn’t calm her raising heart rate, or unknot her twisted stomach.

This mission felt wrong now, but it was too late.

Controls alerted them of 2 bogeys in the distance. She spotted them, flying high, standard patrol. They weren’t seen yet.

“They haven’t seen us yet. Proceed as planned.”

Even still, she pushed that throttle down more. Speeding forward, weaving through the hills, spotting all the SAMS that would be on their asses in less than three minutes. A party for later. A bridge popped up, and she flipped again, blowing through it and letting out a shaky laugh as she passed.

“Phoenix, mind your head.”

“Minding it,” she copied back, following the maneuver to pass through the tall, narrow arches of a bridge.

“Rooster,” Payback said, “we’re behind schedule. Pick it up man.”

Damn. Behind? She had been so worried about her own situation that she didn’t once think about Rooster! Damn damn damn! She had to get him back in real life, out of his head.

“Dagger 2, how we doing?” Icarus asked.

Rooster didn’t respond.

“Dagger 1, the runway is gone. Bogeys are veering away.”

They were in the final stretch. Six more seconds and they’d be climbing the mountain. And Rooster was behind.

“Rooster come on man, I can’t do this without you,” she said, the mountain right in front of her. Large, dominating, terrifying.

Blow up the site. Get them back to water. Get her mom. Return home and never fly another mission. She just had to get back home and that was it.

Rooster didn’t respond.

“C’mon dad, talk to me.” A quiet, almost nonexistent whisper. Not meant for anyone else, but they had an active line, so of course she heard it.

And Icarus had never met his dad before, didn’t know a thing about him other than he was Maverick’s WSO, and he died. Rooster thought he never made him proud.

“Make him proud Rooster,” Icarus said. “Make your dad proud.”

That was all she could say.

And she began the ascent.

Her muscles bulged. She kept breathing, forceful exhales and tingling inhales. Black spots threatened to blind her. She blew her eyes open, fighting against passing out. Snow blew behind her, likely blinding Phoenix the rest of the way.

“Woah Rooster! Not that quick buddy!” Payback exclaimed, and as she inverted, blood rushing to her head, there was a grin on her face.

He was doing it.

“Bob, eyes on target, eyes on target!”

“Dagger 3, standby Icarus, standby . . .Got it!”

The alarm rang in her ears. She had a locked target. “Target acquired, bombs away,” she addressed, and let them fly.

Then she pulled back, breaking the sharp descent for a mind melting ascent. She kept her head forward, forcing her eyes open, forcing breaths inside her because if she held her breath now, she’d pass out for sure and she was coming home. There’d be no one stopping her from coming home.

“We have impact! We have a direct hit!” Bob exclaimed. He sounded insultingly surprised.

“Dagger 2, status!” She shouted this, fighting the wave of fatigue.

“Almost there Icarus, almost there!

“Fanboy, where’s my laser?!”

“Rooster there’s something wrong with the laser, shit! Dead eye dead eye dead eye!”

“C’mon guys, we’re running out of time.”

“I’m trying I’m trying I’m trying!”

“No good, I’m firing blind.”

“Rooster wait!”

“Bombs away bombs away!”

She broke through the mountain’s protection. The SAMS locked on her. A second later, the SAMS spotted Dagger 3.

“Smoke in the air!”

“Bullseye bullseye bullseye!”

Icarus looked back, and saw the cloud of smoke washing up from the ground. They had done it! Rooster fucking got it!

And now they were targets.

“Phoenix, on your 6!”

“Dagger 3 deploying flares – “

Bob cut in, “4 o clock Icarus, 4 o clock!”

Icarus broke away, “dagger 1 defending!”

Daggers 2 and 4 joined the fight, bursting from the mountains cover. They shot into the cloudy sky, her eyes tracking them for a split second just to count that there were two planes, and she was back on surveillance.

Six voices talking all at once and every voice being heard. Flashes of red and balls of fire lighting up the sky.

“Deploying counter measures! Negative contact.”

“Payback, SAM on your nose.”

“Dagger 4 defending.”

“HERE COMES ANOTHER ONE!”

“Dagger 3 defending!”

Unanimously, as a team, they were all heading away from the mountain top. She didn’t have to say it, and they had never practiced together before, but they were all doing it. They all knew what to do. Not only did they have each other’s backs, but they were making progress to safety too.

More SAMS shot at them, none of them diving low enough to evade their reach. Icarus lead the charge forward, shouting whenever she saw anything.

“Smoke in the air, smoke in the air!”

“Break right Dagger 4!”

“Dagger 4 defending!”

“Phoenix, two more on your 6!”

“Talk to me Bob!”

“Break right, break right!”

“Dagger 2 smoke in the air!”

“Dagger 2 defending!”

Icarus glanced back, steering straight, seeing the missiles in the air.

A second later, her heart dropped.

“Shit, I’m out of flares!”

She lied. She lied to Maverick. She promised she’d get them home and Rooster was a target right now.

“ROOSTER EVADE EVADE!”

“I can’t shake em! They’re on me!”

She lied to Maverick. She lied to Jake. Her commanding officers were right in giving her the name Icarus. She had agreed to a mission she wouldn’t return home from.

“I’m sorry Jake,” Icarus whispered, tone steel. Unwavering. Depleted. Her right hand shoved the gear forward. She left it, double handling the yoke, and she yanked with all her might back.

The tip of her jet faced the sun, blinding her.

Flying too close to the sun.

“I’m so sorry,” she finished, accepting her fate, and slammed her fist against the flares, blinking back stars.

Rooster passed beneath.

Her flares deployed, catching one of the missiles.

Another caught her.

“ICARUS NO!”

“Dagger 1 is hit! I repeat, Dagger 1 is hit! Icarus is down!”

“Does anyone see her? Does anyone see a chute?!”

“Dagger 1 come in!”

“I didn’t see a parachute!”

“We have to circle back!”

“Comanche bandits inbound. Single group hot. Recommend dagger flow south. One minute to intercept.”

“Dagger team return to carrier.”

“What about Icarus?!”

“She knew the risks.”

“Dagger spare requesting permission to launch aircraft!”

“Negative spare.”

“Dagger, you are not to engage. Repeat, you are not to engage. Acknowledge. Repeat, acknowledge.”

“Rooster, you can’t go back. Bandits are closing in.”

“She’s gone, Rooster. She’s gone.”

Her body seized up, muscles taught, and then the pain flared through her entire body. Her heart raced, pounding, trying to burst free, and then she was moving without processing.

Kara dangled fifteen feet off the ground, parachute caught in a tree. Her leg ached up a storm, her head was warm, but she was alive. Alive, and unbuckling herself, and then she was dropping onto the ground. She choked on air, chortling, spiraling –

Poof!

Snow softened the blow, but not by much, and then she realized how badly her leg was fucked up.

Red blotted down into the perfect white, and she propped herself on her elbows, body hot as she looked down to her leg.

“Not good,” Kara whispered, cheeks red, forehead red. “Not good.”

Field first aid was based off of ‘use what you have’. Specifically with her line of work, Kara had much experience with this. Her leg was broken, an idiot could figure that out. On top of that, there was something sticking in her leg. She couldn’t really identify it because the only time she looked at it, a wave of nausea fell over her and she almost passed out. She couldn’t be doing that right now.

Her muscle twitched and pain shot all the way up her back. There was no way she could put pressure on it, let alone an ounce of her weight. Kara had a retractable metal staff that would help her walk, so there was that. And she had a medical kit.

First things first; stop the bleeding. Above the area where she was impaled, she used her belt as a tourniquet, restricting the blood flow to her leg. She wouldn’t be able to keep that on forever, but for now, she needed to slow the blood down. Tightening it in place, she bit into a strap of leather to stop her scream from alerting everyone of her location.

Her eyes burned with tears. Next, Kara attempted to stabilize her leg with a bunch of wrap around bandages and nearby twigs. It was perhaps the shittiest brace in the existence of braces, but she was alive, so she wasn’t complaining.

Her next goal was to stand, but she never got to attempt that. The sound of a chopper nearby brought back her fight or flight response.

She heard it first, spotted it second. Off in the distance, camouflaged into the white and grey world, a chopper. A chopper coming straight for her.

Kara jammed the extended staff into the ground and shouted her pain, standing up. Using the staff as her leg, she hobbled/ran for cover, fighting off passing out as every jagged movement burned in her leg. It felt wet, was she still bleeding? She didn’t have time to think about it because she was being shot at!

The spray of dust brushed her, and Kara shouted again, throwing herself behind a fallen tree, hitting the ground hard, and rolling for full cover.

The world was black for a second. She grabbed snow, pressed it to her neck, tried to force herself to fight off falling to sleep.

She had to stay awake.

Had to keep going.

The helicopter swept around, and she rolled onto her stomach, staring it dead on. Mouth parted, chest caving, she heard the familiar whirling of the bullets starting up –

And she watched a missile crash into the side of the helicopter, blowing it up. The warmth reached her face, and she spotted the fighter jet a second later. Saw it curve in the air, flying too high, a SAM locked onto it and deploy, deploy!

The pilot didn’t deploy.

He was out.

That stupid idiot was out!

Rooster took a hit, jet blowing into irreparable pieces, but she saw his chute in the air.

Alive, at least, she hoped.

#tgm #jake seresin #tgm angst #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x oc #hangman x oc #natasha trace #bradley bradshaw #phoenix #rooster #fanboy #payback #pete mitchell #maverick

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nonspeakingkiku · 2 years

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12 for the autism ask meme

Do you headcanon any characters as autistic? If you want, tell us why you headcanon them as autistic.

Yes. Kiku headcanons lots of characters as autistic.

The mane six from MLP, plus multiple of their family members.

Peter Parker(the newer live action spider man)

SpongeBob

Ironman

Fox from Slumberkins

Link (Legend of Zelda)

Crash Bandicoot (this one probably just projection lol)

Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Danny Phantom

Strawberry cookie (Cookie Run)

Elsa, Anna, Christof, and Olaf from Frozen

the owl who runs the museum in Animal Crossing: New Horizons (😅 can't remember name)

Venelope Von Sweets and Wralph (Wreck it Ralph)

The doctor from Doctor Who (Kiku has only seen 10 through 13 but all of them read as autistic to Kiku)

Beatrix (Slime Rancher)

The Hero from Dragon Quest: Journey of the Cursed King and The Luminary from Dragon Quest: Echoes of an Elusive age

All of the mane five from the new season of MLP.

Elmo and Abby Caddaby from Sesame Street (Julia is favorite but she canon ☺️)

Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde (Zootopia)

The main characters from Centaurworld

Clawdeen Wolf, Draculara, and Frankie Stein from Monster High

The kids from Stranger Things, and Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, and Robin Buckley.

Also Sloth from Slumberkins

Gir From Invader Zim

Percy Jackson and a lot of the other characters from those series.

Bruno and Mirabel from Encanto

Pidge Gunderson from Voltron (actually all the paladins from Voltron)

Marshal and Rex from Paw Patrol

Flick from Animal Crossing: New Horizons

Frisk from Undertale

Kris and Susie from Deltarune

Little Misfortune from Little Misfortune

Dave, Karkat, Nepeta, and Gamzee from Homestuck

Little Pip from Fallout Equestria

Mochi Miles and Ogden Ortiz (Can't spell his last name 😅)

Deku from My Hero Academia

Foxy from Five Nights at Freddies

Steven Universe and most of the Gems (at least that Kiku has seen) from Steven Universe

Toriel and Asriel from Undertale (heck most characters from Undertale too)

Sora and Roxas from Kingdom Hearts

Hiccup from How to Train Your Dragon (books and movies)

Pit and Pitto from Kid Icarus (on the 3ds)

Finn, Marceleen, and Bubblegum from Adventure Time

Dean, Sam, and Cas from Supernatural

Phineas and Ferb

This all the ones Kiku can think of right now but there probably more 😅

Kiku had to look through Kiku's pictures to think of all these.

Kiku's thought process is autism is genetic and autistic people tend to get along better and naturally gravitate towards each other, which is why Kiku headcanons so many character from the same thing as autistic (but also lot of the time it just make sense. Although some are probably just Kiku projecting lol. ☺️ This especially true for any characters that don't speak in their source material (Link, the hero and the luminary, Frisk, ect) and Kiku also like to headcanon chracters as semi/nonverbal because there not a lot of representation (Julia from Sesame Street and Renee from Loop make Kiku so happy☺️).

Kiku forgot Roo and Winnie the Pooh from Winnie the Pooh

#actually autistic #autism #autistic #kiku squeaks #special interest #long post

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elizabethbennetonweeds · 4 years

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🌬 songs for a particular mood you can't explain

• a world alone ~ lorde • ribs ~ lorde • 400 lux ~ lorde

• indigo night ~ tamino

• perfect places ~ lorde • awakening ~ aurora • nandemonaiya ~ radwimps • sparkle ~ radwimps • mystery of love ~ sufjan stevens • rise ~ boyce avenue (cover) • ho hey ~ the lumineers • california dreamin' ~ the mamas and the papas • goodbye, my danish sweetheart ~ mitski • sofia ~ clario • suzume ~ radwimps x toaka • is there anything love can't do ~ radwimps • you're on your own kid ~ taylor swift

• empty ~ ray la montague • sleep on the floor ~ the lumineers • i know the end ~ phoebe bridgers • space song ~ beach house • 10 mile stereo ~ beach house • champagne problems ~ taylor swift • empty notes ~ ghostly kisses • fourth of july ~ sufjan stevens • this city holds my heart ~ ghostly kisses • run ~ daughter • you are somebody else ~ flora cash • jane ~ mai • ja'i demadè á la lune ~ ghostly kisses • lullaby love ~ roo panes • ya'aburnee ~ halsey • haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh ~ connor oberst ft phoebe bridgers • ophelia ~ the lumineers • buzzcut season ~ lorde • savior complex ~ phoebe bridgers • hold no grudge ~ lorde • sidelines ~ phoebe bridgers • first love/late spring ~ mitski • the great war ~ taylor swift • movement ~ hozier • past lives ~ borne

• daddy issues ~ the neighbourhood • do i wanna know ~ arctic monkeys • talk ~ hozier • apocalypse ~ cigarettes after sex • affection ~ cigarettes after sex • power ~ isak danielson • art deco ~ lana del rey • mariners apartment complex ~ lana del rey • infinity ~ the xx • serotonin ~ girl in red • whatever it takes ~ imagine dragons • akuma no ko ~ ai higuchi • ULTRAVIOLENCE by lana del rey • brand new city ~ mitski • mocking bird ~ eminem • whispers ~ halsey • no one changes ~ connor oberst

• mademoiselle noir ~ peppina • achilles come down ~ gangs of youth • icarus ~ bastille • persephone ~ tamino • bells in santa fe ~ halsey • the islander ~ nightwish

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prettygoodnames · 3 years

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names ending with -s

Achlys Meaning: mist, darkness Origin: Greek

Adonis Meaning: lord Origin: Phoenician

Aetius Meaning: eagle Origin: Greek

Agnes Meaning: chaste Origin: Greek

Almas Meaning: diamond Origin: Persian

Aloysius Meaning: battle, war Origin: Germanic

Amatus Meaning: beloved Origin: Late Latin

Amets Meaning: dream Origin: Basque

Anas Meaning: friendliness Origin: Arabic

Andreas Meaning: manly, masculine Origin: Greek

Anis Meaning: friendly, friend Origin: Arabic

Aphelios Meaning: furthest from the sun Origin: Greek

Aramis Meaning: valley Origin: Basque

Aras Meaning: eagle Origin: Lithuanian

Ares Meaning: bane, ruin Origin: Greek

Artemis Meaning: ? Origin: Greek

Avis Meaning: bird Origin: Latin

Boreas Meaning: north wind Origin: Greek

Buxus Meaning: buxus Origin: English

Charles Meaning: man Origin: Germanic

Christmas Meaning: Christmas Origin: English

Claus Meaning: victory of the people Origin: Greek Related names: Nicholas, Klaas, Niels

Cyrus Meaning: young Origin: Persian

Darius Meaning: possessing goodness Origin: Persian

Dionysos Meaning: of Zeus Origin: Greek Alternate spelling: Dionysus

Dolores Meaning: sorrows Origin: Spanish

Dorcas Meaning: gazelle Origin: Greek

Douglas Meaning: dark river Origin: Scottish

Els Meaning: God is my oath Origin: Hebrew

Eros Meaning: love Origin: Greek

Faunus Meaning: to befriend Origin: Latin

Felicitas Meaning: good luck, fortune Origin: Latin

Flavius Meaning: golden, yellow-haired Origin: Latin

Floris Meaning: prosperous, flourishing Origin: Latin

Hades Meaning: unseen Origin: Greek

Helios Meaning: sun Origin: Greek

Hermes Meaning: cairn, pile of stones, boundary maker Origin: Greek

Hieronymus Meaning: sacred name Origin: Greek Alternate spelling: Jheronimus

Holmes Meaning: someone living near a holly tree Origin: Middle English

Icarus Meaning: ? Origin: Greek

Iris Meaning: rainbow Origin: Greek

Judas Meaning: praise Origin: Hebrew

Lars Meaning: laurel Origin: Latin Related names: Lorens

Legolas Meaning: green leaves Origin: Sindarin

Lucius Meaning: light Origin: Latin

Lycus Meaning: wolf Origin: Greek

Marcus Meaning: Mars Origin: Latin

Maris Meaning: of the sea Origin: Latin

Marius Meaning: male Origin: Latin

Mars Meaning: male Origin: Latin

Moss Meaning: moss Origin: English

Myles Meaning: mill Origin: Greek

Octavius Meaning: Eighth Origin: Latin

Odysseus Meaning: to hate Origin: Greek

Orpheus Meaning: the darkness of night Origin: Greek

Ortius Meaning: sunrise Origin: Latin

Ouranos Meaning: the heavens Origin: Greek

Pamphilos Meaning: friend of all Origin: Greek

Pegasus Meaning: from a water spring Origin: Greek

Philotheos Meaning: friend of god Origin: GreeK

Phineus Meaning: vulture Origin: Greek

Phoebus Meaning: bright, pure Origin: Greek

Pontius Meaning: fifth Origin: Oscan

Pontus Meaning: sea Origin: Greek

Princess Meaning: princess Origin: English

Pyrrhus Meaning: flame-coloured, red Origin: Greek

Rasmus Meaning: beloved Origin: Greek Related names: Erasmus

Regulus Meaning: prince, little king Origin: Latin

Rhys Meaning: enthusiasm Origin: Welsh

Roos Meaning: rose Origin: Dutch

Rufus Meaning: red-haired Origin: Latin

Septimus Meaning: seventh Origin: Latin

Theophilus Meaning: friend of god Origin: Greek

Theseus Meaning: to set, to place Origin: Greek

Thijs Meaning: gift of God Origin: Hebrew Related names: Ties

Tobias Meaning: God is good Origin: Hebrew

Venus Meaning: love, sexual desire Origin: Latin

Xanthos Meaning: yellow Origin: Greek

Zeus Meaning: sky, shine Origin: Indo-European

#writeblr #names #character names #oc names #oc ideas #name ideas #name suggestions #writers on tumblr #ending with s

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morgueroulette · 2 years

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// WHERE IT BEGAN // HEADCANONS // APPEARANCE // SEASON ONE //

You begged them to kiss you-they beg me to fuck them. We’re not the same.

Have you seen OCTOBER ROULETTE around Faerune? They’re a VAMPIRE who REJECTS the Unseelie Queen’s reign. People have heard they’re CHARISMATIC, LOYAL & PASSIONATE but can also be OBSESSIVE, POSSESSIVE & MALICIOUS. We’ll see where they fall when the revolution arrives, but until then they can be found working as a MEDICAL EXAMINER & HEAD VAMPIRE.

OCTOBER AT A GLANCE

Name: October Mammon Roulette Aliases: Toby, Eight, Roo, Spoiler (formerly his callsign to the Sixth) Age: 233, deceased at 36. [’Born’ October 13th ] Affiliations: Lead singer of Porphyria, Former lead guitarist of This To the Ashes, Former contractee to the Wild Sixth, Current Head Vampire of the Rex Vespidae. Occupation: Faerune’s Coroner and Head Medical Examiner Gender/Pronouns: Cis Male, He/Him Sexuality: Pansexual Homoromantic Species: Vampire (Turned Human) Common Scents: Cloves, leather, sandalwood and cedar, and an expensive, if old and likely discontinued cologne. These scents are heavy enough to cover much of the smell of ‘death’ that clings to a vampire for those with enhanced senses. His work clothes smell of preservatives, formaldehyde, and clean/sterile hospital scents, and this smell never quite washes out. Quirks: Two full tattoo sleeves- One that seems to indicate a past he doesn’t remember, the other for his friends and family inspired by animals/insects and body horror/florals. Gauged ears, piercing on the left of his nose, a single stud sunk through the center of his tongue, often worn with a simple plastic spacer to prevent knocking into his fangs/fang caps and the piercing healing over again. “Dog to Heel” in latin carved into the column of his spine, covered in a blackwork tattoo and an image of icarus falling from the sun. A tattoo of a wasp with a crown over its head on his inner right wrist. Sectoral Heterochromia in his right eye, a ring of green that spiders out like cracks in a mirror or glass through the blue, making his gaze appear slightly more distant even when looking directly at something. Often wearing his gold fang caps now, covering his natural ones still fully exposed beneath. Markektable/Trade Skills: Having held his coroner position, October doesn’t have much need for a trade or barter skill, however he has taken up leathercraft again, making collars, harnesses, belts, jackets, bookbindings, and various other items for sale or trade for goods, offering his services as a mender for old leather items that may have experienced wear or damage over the years as well. Though he doesn’t tan himself, he does tend to dye many of his own colors and treat the raw pelts bought off of hunters at the markets.

AND WHAT HAS BECOME OF YOU?

Tw: Death and Violence- October’s escape from the Coven is mentioned briefly.

There’s too much riding on him for October to die now. It’s odd, he reasons, when he thinks back to the events of Founder’s Day, that they’d lead him to the present. In the Jeep on the drive home, he’d talked in hushed tones to his children- told them that this was no joke, no farce- that they were to mind their manners no matter where their opinions on Opal fell. A monarch was not a council. A monarch would not give a pass to the open dissent October had come to enjoy, the direct objection to the decisions and actions of a queen ended at the guillotine or dungeons. He would not martyr himself for petty hatred, he would not watch his kids suffer for doing the same. Shut your mouth, straighten your back, and if pressed for your opinions- lie through your fucking teeth. But dissent didn’t manifest only in angry words and cruelty spat at people floundering in their positions of power, and October would not accept peace under a banner that saw him and his kind as an infestation.

So he created a new banner that celebrated the parasites they were so often compared to.

The Rex Vespidae formed in August of 2022, Co-headed by October Roulette and Calem Aleksandre, the clan needed no council permission to display their affiliations to one another, and through word of mouth to the uncertain and troubled vampires and hybrids of the city unaffiliated to an existing clan, their numbers slowly grew. Swiftly and violently punishing any Anti-hybrid rhetoric, October made clear that any vampire in the veins of a petitioner gave them a home among the Rex Vespidae, a clan- a family to call their own. Bearing now the matching bronzed wasps at his collar, October displays proudly what he’s become: a leader to the disillusioned, a parasite with a vicious sting waiting only for something to stir his hive into a frenzy. Boasting now approximately 40 members across vampires, hybrids, feeders, and those protected beneath the clan, those within their ranks are easy to spot if one knows what to look for- a wasp tattoo, a pin, a pair of gilded fangs in mouths not built for them, or previously not exposed. Those protected bearing a caterpillar of a similar brushed metal somewhere on their person. They’ve been taught well, not to sit idly by and watch their people suffer, encouraged to deal swift, brutal corrections to those who see fit to torment those who live beneath the wasp- without a sound reason for their behavior.

Alongside a change that would guide the masses- a number of personal changes would blossom. Closer now with his daughter Jill and his son Teddy, the hybrids spending more time with October as a father than a stranger, October finds himself more comfortable being a parent- and has made moves to mend the most heavily strained relationship with Connor, offering the young officer a place in the Vespidae, should he ever want it, and the awareness that a year of therapy and improvement doesn’t undo 24 of them steeped in animosity and abandonment. Connor’s unblocked his number, at least, and October will take even that small movement toward the positive- and the awareness his oldest son is healthy and safe. Only housing Teddy still, after a brief tenure of Jill in the house as well, he voiced a small sense of displeasure about her interest and pursuit of a relationship with Wisteria Addler- but well aware that his contract with the Sixth- and his time as “Spoiler” had come to an end, he’s relaxed his hatred to a... lingering dislike. The boy seems to make her happy, after all. He bears a second, full sleeve tattoo in honor of his friends and family- Teddy, Jill, Connor, and Percy all given a place on his left arm, animals, flora, and the anatomy of the dead blended together and calling his skin home. His affiliations and his heart live now on his sleeve, and in the affairs of his heart, he burns every moment he breathes.

He supposes it’s the cross he must bear, the constant dull pain racking his body thanks to the proximity of people he cares about, no longer able to cling to coldness, he swallows the flame and lets the way it aches push him forward, and after a few months to get his head right, a regular cycle of therapy and attending to the people of the clan, he’s once more allowed himself to pursue a lingering want, kindling for the fire in his veins. a few months after Opal’s takeover, October and Percy grow all the closer, the vampire doubling his efforts, actions attempting to speak where words cannot, where words may never. Though he never speaks love- to his children, to his clan, he displays it, and this is never more prevalent as the attention he pays the young hybrid. Spending much of his free time watching movies, visiting the flower shop, or taking the boy out for lunch to catch up, if not at work, leading the Vespidae, or occupied with his children, it’s a safe bet to assume October will be found mere feet from Persephone, dressed in a fine suit and a long black coat, with contacts set in his eyes to soften a scowl he’d worn for so long. There’s a newfound maturity in a previously cruel shell, hauled to the surface alongside the need to lead- and his want to improve for the people who matter most. He won’t be a disappointment again, and he won’t lose the way he feels wanted when the young witch sees him cross the threshold of the flower shop.

But this maturity perhaps betrays something sleeping just underneath, thoughts and memories anachronistic to October’s personality called to his mind, the knowledge he was a violinist restored to him- a talent with the instrument that speaks to centuries of practice, not something fleetingly picked up on a whim in a moment of boredom. While his episodes are kinder, less sharp when they set in, they remain, and trailing behind them, the context he’s lacked for fifty long years. Fiery red hair dancing in the breeze, and then tied back as he’s laid low at her feet, several lifetimes in the thrall of pale skin and honeyed words. He knows not her name, he knows he loved her. And more than anything, he knows she’s dead. The bite of rough rope into his palms, the smell of burning flesh and blood clinging to his body, slick and sanguine as he hauls her up a tree and smokes a final cigarette as the light goes out in golden eyes. Silence and moonlight as he digs a single shallow grave, laying flowers and spitting upon it in the same breath. He remembers now the presence of another- October’s neck snapped clean, and some time later, Faerune.

With these pieces will the puzzle be solved? Will the fire threatening to swallow him whole find purchase forever, or will Icarus’ flight toward the sun finally be rewarded with soaring, instead of the burn of wax and spilling feathers as he plummets back to earth?

#Autumn's Grasp;#Pushing Daisies;#Season 2;

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Did CLARKE ROUSSEAU chase one of seven sins seven miles down the coast? Originally from MIAMI, FL, the 27 YEAR OLD CIS FEMALE is a RECORD SHOP EMPLOYEE AT THE LUCKY ICARUS / FRONT DESK AT ONDINE’S WRECKAGE and has lived in the Key for 7 YEARS. SHE is supposed to call POINCIANA DRIVE home, but there is always temptation lurking between the streets and the ocean that keeps HER from heading back. Sinners and saints take many forms, but they look like MADISON ISEMAN and on their way to make decisions, good and bad, they always seem to sway to the beat of DAMMIT BY BLINK-182. (baz, she/her, 28, cst, n/a).

basics

BIRTH NAME : clarke everly rousseau. ALIAS / NICKNAME : roo. AGE : twenty seven. DATE OF BIRTH : may 13, 1994. PLACE OF BIRTH : miami, fl. EDUCATION : bfa from umiami. OCCUPATION : record shop employee at lucky icarus and front desk at ondine’s wreckage. GENDER : cisfemale. RELIGION : atheist. SEXUALITY : pansexual. HAIR COLOR : dirty blonde. EYE COLOR : blue. HEIGHT : 5’1”. HOBBIES : surfing, skateboarding, going to concerts, hustling people at pool, working on her truck, art - creating and observing. TROPES : rebel, femme fatale. INSPIRATIONS : peyton sawyer, angie d’amato, meredith grey, hayley marshall, penny lane.

past

clarke childhood could only have been described as one thing - idyllic. she and her siblings were born with sliver spoons in their mouths, though you’d never have known it. despite wanting for nothing, clarke learned early on that if she wanted something, she had to work for it. nothing was handed out for free. unfortunately, that included her mother’s love.

all her life she’d been told she was the spitting image of her mother - practically her twin! for years, clarke wore it like a badge of honor, beaming by her mother’s side while family and friends gushed over them. so, when it all came crashing down - or slipping out the back door in the middle of the night - clarke swore she’d never let anyone hurt her or her siblings like that ever again.

the disappearance of their father had devastated clarke, of course, but nothing hurt like their mother choosing her career over her kids. clarke had always been so sure of her mother’s love - convinced it was unconditional even though the signs had always been there that her mother was unhappy. the morning when she realized her mother was gone was the single most devastating and life altering moment of clarke’s life.

after that day, clarke made it known that she was nothing like her mother. she’d never dream of leaving her family behind, even as young as she was. clarke took on responsibility no child should ever have to bear.

on the hard days, clarke turned to her sketchbook. it had started as a way to escape the hardships life had brought her way but, as she got older, clarke learned she had a natural talent and creativity.

college had never really been part of clarke’s plan, but after practically raising her baby sister herself and with some encouragement from her high school art teacher, she applied to university of miami’s fine arts program. it had been years since clarke had done anything for purely selfish reasons - though she purposely chose a school close to home. it felt good doing something for herself again, but there was a twinge of guilt that came along with it. a fear she swallowed down over and over again. what if she was more like her mother than she wanted to admit?

within three years, clarke graduated early with her bachelor’s in art and found herself following aubrey to key west.

present

something about knowing how much her mother hated key west has made clarke love it that much more. it was shockingly easy to put down roots and make poinciana drive home. clarke had chosen the neighborhood because she knew it was well below her means - that was part of the charm. now, though, she’s learned to genuinely love the place and happily calls it home.

though she does love her home, clarke spends very little time actually in it. most mornings she’s out on the waves early. clarke finds her peace out in the open water and it’s obvious when she hasn’t been able to get out and surf first thing. a gal gets cranky. almost all of her afternoons and evenings are spent at lucky icarus’ or ondine’s! neither truly feel like work (until she has to deal with a karen. ew.). clarke’s developed a love of vintage cars - it runs in the family, apparently - and has even revamped an old ford ranger that she’s obsessed with. and music is easily her second love, so her time spent off and on the clock at lucky icarus is self indulgent at the very least.

she is a prickly bitch. she’s not hateful or outright mean usually but she’s got rbf for days and is massively distrusting of new people. if you want to get under that prickly exterior, come at her with some obscure music facts (bonus points if it’s something she doesn’t already know) or a good roast (even if it’s of her).

clarke isn’t afraid of a good fight, though she doesn’t usually go seeking them out. if you come for either of her siblings, she will throw hands. or swing a tire iron. pick your poison.

quick facts

playlists are her love language. she’ll be stupid chill about it, but it’s a huge deal to get one. if she abruptly shares any of her music with someone, it’s her being vulnerable - there’s always something she’s trying to say when she shares her music.

clarke is fueled by spite and nicotine. that’s it. she’s very unapologetic of that fact.

has pretty much zero impulse control if her siblings aren’t around. around them she goes full mom mode but?? that’s really the only time unless she considers someone family.

loves a good horror movie, but lords of dogtown and almost famous are her comfort movies.

elton john is her guilty pleasure if she had to pick something. not ashamed though. v proud of her love for sir elton.

rides a pintail longboard and surfs with either a classic short or longboard, depending on her mood.

will sell her soul for a vape and some mello yello at any given time.

will not be caught dead away from home without a sketchbook. every bag she carries has at least one tucked away in it somewhere. some have multiple. her downtime at either job is usually spent sketching or doodling.

her home is in a general state of disarray simply because she doesn’t spend a ton of time there, but underneath the mess it’s a v aesthetically pleasing space. her artistic nature shines both in her physical space and her online presence. it’s all v curated to look a certain way. even her truck was outfitted to look a certain way.

she loves a retro moment. modern is great, but clarke is obsessed with all things retro.

wanted dynamics

best friend / ride or die / partner in crime.

roommates / neighbors.

surf buddies.

gear head pals.

regulars at the record shop.

exes / hookups.

honestly....anything. i want it all. pls.

#this is a m e s s #and trash but what else is new #pls enjoy my lil grumpy goblin child #she's also new so? bear with me #sevenmiles.intro

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deeisace · 3 years

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barratry (bar’-a-tri) n. a fraudulent breach of duty by the master of a ship entailing loss on the owners or insurers of a ship or cargo; wilful damage to a ship by captain or crew; habitually inciting subjects of the king to riot or stirring up suits and quarrels at law; (Scots Law) a form of simony; judicial corruption. [O.Fr. barat, fraud].

cabbage (kab-aj) n. cloth purloined by a tailor; - v.t. to pilfer [O.Fr. cabas, a handbasket].

curvet (kur’-vet, kur-vet’) n. a prancing of a horse;- v.i. to prance; to leap or frisk [L. curvus, crooked].

(as part of the entry on ‘leg’) legger n. one who guides a canal boat through a tunnel by keeping it away from the sides with his legs. (’leg’ = [Scand. leggr, a leg].

(as part of the entry on ‘sly’) slyboots n. jocularly, an artful person, esp. if very young. (’sly’ = [O.Norse slaegr].

tain (tan) n. a sheet of tinfoil for backing mirrors, etc. [Fr. étain, tin].

sock (sok) n. a ploughshare [O.Fr. soc].

in fieri (in-fe-er’-i) a. beginning to take shape but not yet complete [L.]

Icarian (i-ka’-ri-an) a. adventurous in flight; rash; over-ambitious [fr. Icarus, who fell into the sea on his flight from Crete, his wings of wax having melted by the sun’s heat].

rufescence (roo-fes’-ens) n. reddishness - rufescent a. tinged with red [L. rufus, red].

(as part of the entry on ‘thunder’) thundershower n. a brief but very heavy fall of rain during thunderstorm (’thunder’ = [O.E. thunian, to rattle].)

Two entries for ‘winze’

winze (winz) n. in mining, a small connecting shaft from one level to another, if driven upwards sometimes called a ‘raise’ or ‘rise’ [etym. uncertain].

winze (winz) n. (Scot.) a curse; an imprecation [etym. unknown].

imprecate (im-pre-kat) v.t. to invoke by prayer (evil) upon; to pronounce a malediction upon; to curse [L. imprecari, to invoke by prayer].

#i almost put in curtana just cs 'the pointless sword' as a phrase made me laugh #i imagine you would winze the mine owner when digging a winze #dictionary

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the-blaze-empress · 1 year

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🏛️🐾💤🛏️❤️🏳️🎒🐬📦⛏️

(<3)

🏛 What architecture style do you build in most? fuck if i know!!! uhhh imma say like. classicalish (i like my pillars okay) and also mediaeval?? idk what the right one is. i switch it up constantly tho so none of my buildings rlly look the same lol. also i like building naturally. as in like nature

🐾 Favourite passive mob? copper boyo <3 YES I KNOW HES MODDED BUT THEYRE MY CHILDREN OKAY otherwise prolly foxes. soon to b sniffers. i feel like i have a type but idk what that type is lol

💤 Do you sleep every night? mostly yeah bc FUCK PHANTOMS SO BAD!!!! if im like. underground or living in the nether or need smth from mobs then i wont, but generally i am bdubs when it comes to sleeping. i always carry a spare bed on me

🛏 What colour is your bed? (Or the one you sleep in most). red <3 honestly my current bed should be orange to match my house but i always default to red bc yes. on the other server im on i live in the nether so i do not have a bed!!

❤️ Do you keep your health at max all the time? very much so. i am a scared little guy i dont like dying so ill always keep my health as high as possible. food on the other hand. oops

🏳️ Do you use banners in your builds? Do you have a favourite dye pattern? so i was gonna say no. but then i realised that i have like six different banner designs for specific things atm. so yeah i do use them. i like making flags to represent things :D favourite dye pattern would have to b the gradients. flower charge is a close second its soso good

🎒 What items do you typically keep on your hotbar? it depends what i own at that point, but the ideal is: 1st slot - bow, 2nd slot - pickaxe, 3rd slot - axe, 4th slot - sometimes a shovel sometimes a wormhole for transportation, sometimes nothing, depends on the server, 5th + 6th slots - empty, 7th slot - stack of blocks, 8th slot - food, 9th slot - gapples, offhand - shield. theres a bunch of stuff i keep in my inventory at all times too

🐬 Do you give dolphins blocks to play with? not often enough rip </3

📦 What kind of storage system do you use? (Or describe your storage setup). lots of chests and item frames <3 people hate my storage systems bc of how i group things. it makes sense to me and only me <3 everything is soso neat all the time and ive had people think its all automated but it is not!! i hate when i run out of room tho its so annoying

⛏ Favourite building block? mmmmm this ones HARD. calcite is great. so is acacia, especially paired with dark oak. spruce is very nice. controversial opinon that amethyst sucks to build with!!! moss. moss is so good. imma go moss and calcite second. they r so nice

minecraft emoji asks

(hi beloved :D )

#wisdom be uponeth ye #icarus-roo #minceraft

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ravens-words · 4 years

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Tagged by the lovely @teaamfreewill ❤ thanks for the tags, these are really fun to do!

10 songs I’ve listened to lately, (I have a playlist on Spotify called top 10, and it's pretty much a revolving door. )These are my latest obsessions:

My Url in song titles (I just scrolled through my likes and picked the fist song I saw that started with each letter, lol)

River by Domenic Haynes

A Message to Myself by Roo Panes

Vapour by Vancouver Sleep Clinic

Even if It's a Lie by Matt Maltese

No Time to Die by Billie Eilish

Sunshine and Rain by The Icarus Account

When You Find Me by Joshua Radin

Old Pine by Ben Howard

Running Back to You by Matt Wertz

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chelseacatgirl · 5 years

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Meet Raketi Hyena, Lars Black, Alejandro Gila, and Talon Hawk, my newest Crash Bandicoot OCs who are the only true allies of Nitros Oxide, Zem, and Zam who are Earthlings.

Raketi Hyena *A Striped Hyena whose name means "Racket" in Swahili* From Africa Voiced by Matthew Mercer *Sounds like Blaze from Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles: The Crystal Bearers* https://youtu.be/3V_Ts9YelBI?t=1m47s

Lars Black *Black Bear* From America Voiced by Fred Tatasciore *Sounds like Magnus from Kid Icarus* https://youtu.be/xOMFakgJx_Y?t=37s

Alejandro Gila *A Gila Monster* From Mexico Voiced by Benjamin Diskin *Sounds like Haida from Aggretsuko, but speaks with a Spanish accent* https://youtu.be/WRF6Z61Rg8Q?t=1m46s

Talon Hawk From America Voiced by Troy Baker *Sounds like Ishida Mitsuri from Sengoku Basara: Samurai Heroes* https://youtu.be/38sK6YksbnU?t=272 -

Biography: Those four animals were mutated by Dr. Neo Cortex, where they seem to be loyal henchmen, such as Raketi going to be a successor to Dr. Nitrus Brio's mutants Outfox Fennec and his sister Veronica, while Lars was going to be partnered with Bearminator, Alejandro to succeed over the Komodo Brothers *Also created by N. Brio* and Talon to be a better version of Kooky Burra due to being nice and telling funny jokes which Cortex never finds them funny so he wanted to replace him with a better pilot.

They originally resided in the space station alongside the other mutants *Both good and bad*, where Raketi was once friends with Dingodile and Lars once was friends with Bearminator, while the four mutants also know Crunch Bandicoot, who views them as bad influences to anyone who's friendly. While residing with the mutant henchmen of Dr. Cortex such as hybrids Dingodile and Quollaby, and N. Gin's mutants Bearminator and Rusty Walrus, and later Tiny Tiger *Who was captured by Cortex's Lab Assistants in his attempt to stop Crash from gathering crystals for him, and later thought was a perfect opportunity to stop him, but was defeat*, Raketi, Lars, Alejandro and Talon secretly plan to turn against Cortex and spread evil their own way.

During Crash Bandicoot's battle against Dr. Cortex *During the events of Crash Bandicoot 2: Cortex Strikes Back*, where Crunch helped good mutants such as Bumpy Woylie, Sugarchidna *A hybrid*, Eileen Collie, two hens who would be Chick Gizzard Lips and Stew's future wives named Penny and Cluckette *Mentioned in Crash Tag Team Racing*, Hasty, and the bandicoots *Female ones who assist in Crash Boom Bang, and the ones from Crash Bandicoot: Mutant Island* alongside some others escape through the escape pods where he ends up captured and then worked on as a secret weapon, the four rogue mutants had followed them to the escape pods where they're all back to Earth. While the nice mutants are on their own, the rogue mutants would cause trouble all around for years.

Seven years later, Raketi, Lars, Alejandro and Talon were captured by international poachers and were all taken to their hideout, which resembles a fortress, there, they spent months creating a tunnel, which is behind the wall in the one of the cells of the dungeon they're in, which will lead to their freedom without having any poachers knowing this.

This however lead to other areas of the dungeon where the other mutants are in, where the rogue ones abuse them, something they enjoy while planning jailbreak.

One day, Wolfgang *From Skylanders* was captured by the poachers and imprisoned while he and the other Skylanders were looking for Kira *A young feathered dragoness from the Magic Crafters world in another dimension raised by fairies, whose name is driven from "Kirameki" meaning "glitter" in Japanese*, who the poachers kidnapped. There, Wolfgang became the rogue mutants' cellmate, overhearing that they planned on abusing Kira and some dragoness Skylanders when they find her cell, as well as N. Team Mutants Tiny Tiger, Dingodile, Ripper Roo, Koala Kong, Pinstripe Potoroo, Komodo Moe, and Komodo Joe *Also wants to find them because he's friends with them*. Wolfgang convinced them not to, so he and Raketi fight, which Wolfgang lost.

A few hours later, Nitros Oxide *Who was lost and unable to contact his comrades nor his home planet Gasmoxia* was captured by the poachers' leader Xavier "Scar-Eye" Martin and was placed in the same cell as the rogued mutants and Wolfgang, where Raketi, Lars, Alejandro, and Talon met him, right before abusing Wolfgang, who afterwards agreed to escape together while he plans to find and save Kira and the others.

When Crash, Coco, Crunch, Aku Aku, Irma Bilby, Bumpy Woylie, Kooky, Sugarchidna, Fake Crash *Who Kooky and Sugarchidna are with finding Oxide*, Nightshade, Spyro, Sparx, as well as some of the Skylanders and reformed Doom Raiders Nightshade *Also was with Fake Crash, Kooky, and Sugarchidna*, Dr. Krankcase, Luminous, and Chef Pepper Jack* broke in to the hideout to free the captured animals and mutants, and most importantly Wolfgang, and Kira, they were confronted by the poachers, who they easily defeat before finding the dragonesses and mutants of the Cortex Commandos and Wolfgang, and encountering Oxide and the rogued mutants, and after a brief battle between the two groups, Zem and Zam appeared and picked up N. Oxide, Raketi Hyena, Lars Black, Alejandro Gila and Talon Hawk back to Gasmoxia while the international poachers got arrested by Chief N. List and the international police force. Ever since, those four mutants became loyal minions to Oxide.

Drawn on Comic Workshop 2.

Crash Bandicoot series (c) Activision

Raketi Hyena, Lars Black, Alejandro Gila, and Talon Hawk (c) Me

Comic Workshop 2 (c) Collavier

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