#it sounds so depressing like i have hcs to sort of cook around it but otherwise

[randomnameless]

I read a lot of your posts basically saying Wilheim left Adrestia after his son's death, but is it only your headcanon or somewhere in the games?

I usually try (but then i often forget) to tag the headcanon stuff with "fodlan au" or "fodlan hc", but as for Willy leaving Adrestia, it's basically in Rhea's big "did you know Wilhelm was the greatest Emperor who ever Emperor'd" infodump speech she hits Barney and Cyril with at the end of Nopes' Nabatean paralogue!

Finally, Nemesis—the leader of the opposing forces— was defeated at the Battle of Tailtean. Having achieved his chief ambition, Great Emperor Wilhelm ceded the throne to his son, Lycaon.

Nemesis died, apparently this was Willy's ambition (uh...) and after Tailtean he gave his throne to his kid, Lycaon.

Wilhelm continued to assist Lycaon in battle.

apparently they were still fighting? JP line is this "その後もヴィルヘルムは、リュカイオンの 後見として戦場に立ち続けましたが……"

But from what I can roughly understand, Willy is still around to support and help Lycaon when he has to fight.

Important thing to note : When Lycaon is Emperor, Wilhelm is still around to "assist" him.

But Lycaon perished at a young age, and Wilhelm soon retreated into the background.

Lycaon "perished" and Willy... retreats in the background. He is not around anymore when Lycaon disappears.

JP wise we have this : リュカイオンの早世によりヴィルヘルムも 役目を終え、表舞台から身を引きました。

Again, from what I understand, it's roughly the same save that the "and Wilhelm soon retreated into the background" is more like something like "so Willy retreated into the background" : Lycaon's death means the end of Willy's role, even if we know there was a successor (the Empress who dueled an Aegir for the throne!).

Other important thing to note then : When Lycaon is no more, Wilhelm fades in the background

He relinquished this shield to Seiros, and together they returned it to Indech's workshop.

We know at least after bailing out of Adrestia he and Rhea were still hanging out and they returned Seteth's shield to Indech's hamlet, what happened to him afterwards, we don't know.

-> When Lycaon is no more, Wilhelm doesn't assist the new Emperor/Empress like he did for his son. He fades in the background. He meets Seiros and they travel again.

That's the canon.

If the order of events is a bit muddled (did he say fig to Adrestia before or after returning Seteth's shield?), fact remains that he was willing to assist and support his son - a callback to the Rodrigue-Felix duo from this route? - but refused to do the same for the Emperor(s) following Lycaon and "faded" away.

[oh-shit-i-spilled-my-genderfluid]

Some Bo Sinclair hcs bcuz why not:

- massive fan of horror movies, particularly the really gory ones. Would absolutely love Saw.

- an alright cook, as mentioned in my Vincent post. Emphasis on alright. The stuff he makes isn’t as bland and depressing as Vincent’s, he uses more salt and spices than his brother, but it’s still not great. Still, someone has to stop Vincent from eating Kraft Mac n Cheese three meals a day seven days a week.

- this might sound weird but I feel like he used to have a habit of going around town counting all the wax sculptures before going to bed as a way of winding down. Then he started having nightmares about doing this and there being too few or too many sculptures and he had to stop.

- when there’s visitors around he keeps up the appearance of being a mechanic, but in his day to day life he mostly does repairs and maintenance around town. Sometimes he brings one of the victims’ cars to the garage and he messes around with it for fun (is it obvious I know fuck all about cars)

- feels pretty lonely, despite living with his twin and seeing him every day, and Lester dropping by pretty often.

- used to be interested in several different art mediums, but Trudy kinda killed all those interests. After her death he is slowly easing back into doing art for fun and not just to be good in his parents eyes.

- particularly likes photography and film. Has a genuinely good eye for that sort of thing.

- has filmed his day to day life in Ambrose. Someone get this man a YouTube channel

- has forbidden Lester’s roadkill food in the house (despite it being fresh and much tastier than his bland chicken and rice).

- has insomnia, and likes to pace around the house. If Vincent’s also up they just kinda pleasantly coexist, Vincent’s probably microwaving some leftovers at 3 am and Bo’s drinking orange juice. They don’t speak at all, just kinda vibe.

- has set up all the rigged stuff around town, the old lady and the lights and everything. He’s very good at stuff like that. He probably also fixed Vincent’s wax shower thingy.

- I like to think he genuinely worries for Vincent, who can get so absorbed in his art that he doesn’t eat or drink or sleep. He has on multiple occasions practically carried Vincent up the stairs to spend some time with the family and eat proper food.

[magicmindless]

Mind giving Robby & Allan related headcanons? 😏

I already made this hc list for Allan a while back ago, but I can make some for Robby

A HC list but it’s just Robby

Yo ho ho This man is in for a treat

- Tough and hardworking like Cori after being saved. He can be really snarky but he also has a nice side with a good sense of humor

- Has a bit of a raspy low voice with a west country-sort of accent, but not exactly like a pirate. He only really sounds like one if he gets pissed off

-(This hc used to make him like SUPER short but I wasn’t thinking about him in comparison to others so now he’s around 5,7”)

- Doesn’t like shaving because otherwise people think he looks young

- Ever since being saved he’s learned to cook so that he doesn’t have to rely on takeout. The first time he tried however he somehow burnt a piece of steak to a crisp while simultaneously leaving the inside completely raw. He got food poisoning. Thankfully he’s learned over time and his cooking is decent enough to taste good and not kill anyone

- He started working out because of Captain Cori, wanting to gain muscle like she did. He doesn’t often get the time, but he goes to the gym 2-3 times a week

- He doesn’t like a lot of things. Shrimp for example, he doesn’t like because he had to ration and eat that almost everyday and he got sick of it (also reminds him of being stranded)

- Also scared of thunderstorms, and despite being good at swimming, he doesn’t like the thought of drowning

- Yet he really likes the beach for some reason, and never stopped liking it

- His favorite things to watch on tv are sports, mainly baseball and hockey (though he only watches hockey if Allan’s in the games)

- Like mentioned with Allan, he, Allan, and Timm are all a tight friend trio who is always causing trouble, also known by everyone as “the 3 stooges”

- Likes card games in general, his favorite being cards against humanity

- For some reason pets never seem to have a good impression of him at first. Cooper’s cat scratched him when he tried to pet it, Prudence’s dog hid under the couch and growled at him if he tried getting near it, and one of Mary’s pugs barked at him if he tried to get close while the other bit him

- Good at being frugal and being resourceful

- Most of the clothes he owns are seconds-hand from the thrift store “Lovely Leftovers”. It’s his favorite store and he’s even considered a regular

- You wouldn’t think so but he’s good at escape rooms and small puzzles

- Learned sea shanties while working for Captain Cori and will sometimes sing, whistle, or hum them in his free time

- Likes old classic stories like Frankenstein and stuff from Edgar Allan Poe. He even likes fairytales. Not the nice versions the gruesome ones

-Okay this is extra but how do you like this song with Allan x Robby?

-Acoustic version of the same song because idk which one I like better

TW: Child abuse, depression, scarring and PTSD past this point (there’s only like a few hcs left but this is here just in case)

- Robby’s parents were abusive towards him when he was young. His mom didn’t care about him and his dad was very alcoholic. Because of this he fell into a deep depression during adulthood with no motives

- He had to be put in the hospital for a while after being rescued from the island due to his state. He’s still taking therapy for PTSD

- Besides emotional scarring he also has a lot of physical scars from being stuck on that island which are still visible. He’s not exactly proud of them but they’re there to stay

[lassieposting]

I am politely begging for some nice domestic ghasdug hcs... It's all I can think abt

I can do you the Endgame Ghasdug AU? That's domestic-y, sort of

- so in lsodm, ghastly gets stabbed twice, once in the back and once in the throat, which are obviously very serious injuries

- and by some fucking miracle he doesn't die, but he spends the rest of the war of the sanctuaries in the icu

- Skug puts in an appearance as soon as humanly possible, not that Ghastly is awake to appreciate it, but it's not as soon as he'd like because as the top surviving general he basically takes Corrival's spot and is In Charge Of Everything during Devastatiom Day etc, so once the war is over he just sort of takes up residence in Ghastly's hospital room and never fucking leaves

- Ghastly can't actually talk when he first wakes up. With Kenspeckle dead, he's under Synecdoche's care, but it still takes a lot of time and energy to heal injuries that severe. His vocal chords are fucked. Skug brings him in a marker and one of his little crime scene notepads to communicate with

- He also loses the use of his legs for quite a while, because the back stab nicked his spinal chord. He's in a wheelchair while the healers figure out how to tackle it, and then he's got a long road ahead of physiotherapy and relearning how to walk. Skug wheels him around and makes sure he gets outside whenever he feels like he needs some air, and deals with having some adaptations made to Ghastly's home so Ghastly won't have to worry about it

- And like? Skug is a torture survivor who never once got to recover. When Serpine tortured him, he died, and when he came back he couldn't eat or sleep or even close his eyes to get away from it. Every time he's been tortured in-series, he's had to jump straight back into functioning like he's not falling apart at the seams a little bit more every time. He never gets to rest. And he will be damned if that's going to happen to Ghastly

- Because Ghastly is Not Okay. He's wracked with survivor's guilt over Anton, he's devastated by Ravel, he's in pain all the time and he doesn't like not being able to do things for himself and he's. Pretty fucking depressed, tbh. He desperately wants to get out of Roarhaven.

- So Skug becomes his advocate (which is quite the change, because Skug is usually something of a bulldozer personality). When people from the Sanctuary show up trying to drag Ghastly back into politics, because nobody trusts China and he's now all they've got, Skug makes damn sure they're turned away at the door, even though he doesn't trust China either, bc Ghastly can't face dealing with them on top of everything else. When Ghastly is writing something down and others keep "talking over" him because it takes so long, Skug butts in and makes them wait. When Ghastly wants to go outside, Skug takes him outside, and synecdoche can just Deal.

- When Ghastly is released from the hospital, it's on the proviso that he's got someone to look after him until he's recuperated and gotten used to his new setup. He's struggling with independence, and Skug is struggling with Val-lessness, so he temporarily comes to stay with Ghastly above the shop. He's got a little stairlift now, for while he has to use the chair, and he's touched that Skug and his adhd brain actually thought of that.

- There's. A long period of depression for Ghastly, obviously, bc he just lost two friends, but Skug is a pretty good distraction. He'll bring home cold case files and get Ghastly to go over them with him, he'll make Ghastly give him instructions while he's cooking bc he doesn't fucking know how to do it, he'll help Ghastly get into and out of the bath and go with him to physio sessions and drive him around aimlessly when he's just Sad and nothing will shift it, bc driving around is good for the soul.

- like they bicker bc they haven't properly lived together since they were boys but it's so good for both of them to have someone else in the house

- And gradually they find their way back to each other through the little pleasures.

- for skug it's falling asleep on the couch with a case file open on his chest to the sound of ghastly's whirring sewing machine, and the smell of home cooking, and being yoinked back into bed by his wrist in the morning because ghastly is tired and cuddly and doesn't want him to leave

- for ghastly it's reaching for something from his wheelchair and skug handing it to him before he even has to ask, and dropping kisses on skug's scars every morning like that will heal them, and sifting through facades to find one whose hair goes the right shade of copper in candlelight

- there's a kind of peace in it, in how well they know each other, in having already seen each other at rock bottom. They dont have to try to hide their weaknesses or their trauma. They trust each other, and lean on each other, and shield each other

- but if Cold Case is on at the same time as Downton Abbey, all bets are off and all hell breaks loose. the last one standing wins the coveted tv remote, may the odds be ever in your favour

[carnelianns]

hi! i really loved your hcs about mc making depreciative jokes, could you please do that for isaac, mozart, vincent and comte please? thank you!

anon was talking about this post if anyone’s interested .. also this is so long (*´ー｀*)

tw: anxiety, depression

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Mozart is very supportive in his own, roundabout way, and also has quite the humour (or lack of it — you’re not really sure) so when you do make one of your infamous jokes, you always have to think whether or not to take his reply seriously.

“Are you alright?” You nod, shooting him some finger guns. “Yeah, I’m totally fine, just need to set myself on fire is all.” 

He stares, the silence stretching out for a while, then, “Do you need help with that?”

When your self-depreciation does, however, fall on the slightly more serious side, all he can do is frown at your silence, mind running miles and miles to find something that could get you to show him that smile he’s fallen for once again.

Because, he admits, nothing pains him more than knowing the one he loves, the one he’s decided to lean on, is facing struggles he can barely wrap his head around.

“Can you.. hold my hand?” Meek and tiny is your voice as it breaks the silence of his room, Mozart preparing a teasing remark before he turns his head, the sight of your weary eyes and forlorn expression bringing his mouth to a close.

Wordlessly, he moves from his desk towards your snug form on his bed, taking it upon himself to hold your hand in his larger ones, gently shifting your head to rest comfortably in his lap as he soothingly rubs slow, soothing circles on the skin of your hand — just the way you like it.

When he hears your soft sigh of bliss, he allows his motions to continue in silence for a few more moments, before voicing out with furrowed brows, “Why did you suddenly ask for my hand?”

Mozart feels you tense up briefly, though he makes no move to stop his calming ministrations. Said ministrations only come to a pause when you reply.

“It might sound silly but… I felt like if I didn’t feel your warmth, you’d leave. Slip away, like you do so frequently in my thoughts.”

“I’ve never met someone as foolish as you in my whole life,” he mutters lowly. You’re a second away from frowning when he brings his soft fingers to your face, tilting your head to meet his gaze.

There was a certain look of pain in those violet eyes of his, the frown you deemed unfit on his face communicating each and every thought filtering through his brain. Vulnerability was never something Mozart paraded around, yet that exact quality seems to be the only thing he ought to show to you at this moment.

“Why would I ever leave the only person I wish happiness upon every waking second?” His cheeks only redden as he continues, not once leaving your gaze, “I would never leave you. Get that fact into your terribly tiny brain.”

Despite his aversion to, well, affection, Mozart had, in one way or the other, made his words clear throughout the whole day, be it the way he pressed his leg against yours at the dining table, or how often your shoulders touched whilst walking around together.

Actions do speak louder than words, after all.

Vincent van Gogh

The little ray of sunshine is unaware that your gloomy words are mere jests (most of the time), and he still is at times, even after you explained. He has a slight frown on his face whenever you make these jokes, only causing you to regret even opening your mouth.

“How are you feeling today, schatje?” “Oh, I’m not.” You answer listlessly, only straightening up when you see his lips curl downwards. “I mean, I’m not feeling.. Bad. Yes. Haha.” Nice save.

In all honesty, he doesn’t quite understand your self-deprecation, or, well, you. And it eats him alive. The only thing he wishes for is your happiness, but how can he do that when he can barely understand your sadness?

He often partakes in conversations with you regarding your views, always ending up reassuring you in any and every way that he cares, that he loves you.

“You’re going to hate yourself in the morning if you don’t fall asleep right now, you know?” His sleepy murmur against your forehead only brings you to scoff slightly, snuggling in closer to his chest.

“Jokes on you, Vincent, I’m going to hate myself no matter what.”

Your tone is joking, though it does nothing to stop him from tensing up, the better part of his brain urging him to wake up. Furrowing his brows, Vincent manages to calm himself down, slightly glad that you’re unable to see his worried countenance.

“Do you mind telling me why?”

He finds himself listening intently to your words, only pulling you closer to his chest as you explain. It’s heartwarming, really, how someone loves you this much, to listen to the ramblings you’ve deemed “pointless” and feelings you thought “unnecessary”.

“Well.. you know...” he starts, gently pushing your chin up to meet his intense gaze, one you often see when he’s immensely focused on one of his paintings. “I love you. I always will, and I won’t stop, even until you figure out how to love yourself.”

It should be illegal, for someone to say such honeyed words in that gentle tone of his. For someone to say such words, and mean every single one.

You’re helpless as you burry your sniffling form into the chest of the man you love, Vincent only humming softly as he rakes his soft fingers through your hair, urging you to sleep, to bathe in his warmth.

Isaac Newton

Whenever you let out one of your self-deprecating jokes, Isaac always manages to furrow his brows, process it for a few seconds, then proceeds to scoff, scolding you lightly.

“Why is it so easy for you to talk badly about yourself, but so hard for you to stop?” He asks one day, sending you a look. You roll your eyes, “An object in motion stays in motion, genius.”

“... I can’t believe you used my words against me like that.” His lips were permanently twisted into a moue that whole day.

Isaac is quite used to both receiving and giving vitriolic remarks, though he can only remain silent when those remarks are from you, directed to yourself. He can shoulder any amount of criticism, any amount of malice, but when it comes to you — it’s a whole different story. 

He’d rather you direct those “jokes” to him than yourself, in all honesty, if it meant taking the burden off your shoulder (which he knows it won’t).

"You’re looking awfully thoughtful today.” His statement reverberates through the empty living room, slowly making his way towards you and the faraway look clear in your eyes.

“Thinking about sleeping but forever...” You murmur absentmindedly, unable to notice the frown marring his features as he sits himself to your left in your zoned out state. “Do you think it would be nice?”

Hesitance broods over his features as he struggles to form an answer, his mouth falling closed and open in a seemingly endless cycle. A frustrated groan brings you out of your daze, your head snapping towards just in time for Isaac to tackle you into an unexpected hug.

“Of course it wouldn’t be nice, you idiot,” he hisses, his grip on you tightening ever-so slightly, as if to keep you from doing what you had just suggested. “Don’t do that. Don’t even think about it.”

His words float through the room, your eyes widening in surprise at the slight rancour in his tone. Though confused, your arms slowly snake around his chest, obvious that he isn’t letting go anytime soon.

“If you do, then who am I going to be loving?” His gentle words are barely audible, but the room is far too silent for his confession to simply fly away.

And usually, you’d be teasing the probably flushed and reddened man, though today you simply opt to hug him just a little bit tighter, inhaling his sweet scent.

It takes a while for the both of you to move from your position on the cushioned sofa. The fact that your lover also pushed away both Dazai and Arthur’s teasings only caused your heart to warm even more.

Comte de Saint-Germain

There isn’t many things that are able to get a reaction out of the always poised man, but your self-deprecating humour always induces quite an unexplainable expression on his handsome face. A confused smile, a worried look, and a slight frown mixed all together is the closest words can get.

“Quite frankly, ma chérie, your life is falling apart,” he says, bemused at your current kitchen situation — cooking without Sebastian is a difficult feat, you’ve learned.

You only wink humorously at him, some sort of concoction dripping from your fingers. “Your life can’t fall apart if you never had it together.”

Cue The Look™.

He can’t deny that his thoughts drift to you a lot. More specifically, to your thoughts and feelings, if it hadn’t already before. Don’t be surprised if you see the man randomly lurking around near you — just a mere check up, as per usual of the worrisome man.

“Ah, ma chérie.. pray tell me why we’re in this position again? Not that I mind, of course.” Confusion is evident in his ever-smooth voice, slowly rubbing his large hands up and down your back as he rests his head on your shoulder.

Not many times do you burst into his study, wordlessly nestling yourself into his lap — much like a koala, he thinks — and staying in that position for quite some time, but it does happen. He can’t say he’s not used to it.

“... You know how you’re perfect?” You ask, briefly looking into his golden eyes before setting your head down once more into the crook of his neck. “Yeah. I have to keep reminding myself that you won’t be leaving this self-deprecating self of mine.”

He inhales softly for a moment, before you hear that comforting voice of his right beside your ear, gentle and deep, and not going anywhere.

“You know that I will never leave you, mon coeur.” My heart. Your own heart thumps slightly at the rare nickname.

A meek nod is the only reply you can muster. He continues, “And you know that I love you.”

Another nod. Then, finally, he turns your head towards his own with the tip of his fingers, a sweet, slightly pained smile painted on his face. Lithe fingers caress your cheeks, bringing you to lean into his warmth. “And you know, that I will love you until your next life, and the one after that, and every, other—”

You immediately cut him off with a kiss, one which he only smiles mischievously into. Curse the immortal for knowing exactly how to get you all hot and flustered.

Not once did he lie though. And he isn’t planning to, especially when it comes to the one he loves.

[tiny-stack-of-knights]

AH SO I FINALLY FINISHED AN OFFICIAL REF FOR MY META KNIGHT GIJINKA AND? Not gonna lie I’m pretty happy with his design and stuff (:

I HAVE. SO MANY NOTES

So uh feel free to read them below the cut 😳

warning it’s a LOT

OKAY HERE WE GO

for starters, these are specific to my gijinka, buuuuut most of them also fit my general interpretation of him

- Meta Knight is not his actual name. It’s just the title he gave himself to sound cool.

- As such, he’s not technically a knight, just in spirit. A meta knight, if you will (:

- He takes his image very seriously. It used to be so bad that he would take literally everything seriously, and had a reputation for sucking all of the life and fun out of everything and anything. But, he’s softened up a lot since he came to dreamland. He’s actually a pretty fun guy nowadays (and maybe just a little chaotic, or, rather, enthusiastic when excited...)

- Because of his once dreadfully serious nature, his face is stone cold and “dead eyed”. Once he broke himself of his old habits and lightened up, he became humiliated by how stone faced he is, and it’s one of the many reasons he wears his mask.

- Speaking of his mask! He is sensitive to light, and his mask helps tone it down for him. He can go without it, but if he’s in a well lit area for awhile, he will start to get a migraine.

- As such, he has pretty good night vision.

- Yes...he is very bat like. That’s for a reason! My hc for my puffball gijinkas is that they have a lot of traits similar to their wing type. For instance, since Galacta has bird wings, they have some bird like features like sharp vision, soft feathers strewn about their hair, and squawking when startled.

- Yes, this implies that Meta makes cute bat-like trills and squeaks......(he also purrs. puffs purr, because they are basically just round cats)

- He is very kind and caring beneath his persona, which has become more and more evident. He is also incredibly protective of those close to him. He secretly worries he will lose them, and as such, he does everything to keep them around.

- Despite his agility, he can be quite clumsy at times. This has led to some...embarrassing injuries.

- He’s tiny! 5’0 with heels and 4’10 without them, but since he almost always wears them, he will tell people he is around 5’0 (but almost 5’1!)

- As a knight of sorts, he has a strong sense of chivalry (which is basically canon). It is hard for him to accept any sort of kindness, since he feels he owes something in return. He always makes sure to express his gratitude however he can.

- However, he is really bad at emotions and expressing himself. He suppressed most of them early on when he was painfully serious, and as he’s lightened up, he’s had to deal with actual emotions.

- He uses art and poetry to cope with this and express his emotions. He never lets anyone see it though.

- He also draws cute things. He loves cute things, but is still hesitant to let others know this, as he worries it will

- a) damage his reputation and

- b) confirm to him he is, very much, a rather cute little puffball

- There are many (often very specific) things he is fascinated by, and can talk on for hours on end. However, his more personal and less “serious” interests he rarely talks about to anyone he isn’t close with, and if they’re brought up in public, he often gets very flustered. (yes, he’s shy but he’ll never call it that)

- He loves sweets and has a passion for baking. He’s quite good at it, but not at cooking actual meals.

- Despite Kirby (and the meta-knights) thinking of him as their dad, he is absolutely horrid with children. Does not know how to deal with them. He gets very flustered (and often frustrated) if he ever has to watch them. Since he doesn’t really know how to deal with them, he kinda just treats them as he would anyone else. Because of his caring and protective nature, many still consider him dad-like.

- Oh yeah, Kirby is the exception to this since he is (usually) such a wonderful little dude. If left alone with the other puff, he can act like a semi-competent father. It is very rare that this actually happens though.

Okay, time for some darker headcanons, including a lot of post Mecha Knight stuff (‘:

Oh yeah I have a Mecha Knight gijinka too 😳

-He suffers from depression. This was one of the main reasons he used to be so dreadfully serious, and why he’s so used to suppressing his emotions. He used to use his knightly persona as a not-very-healthy way of coping.

-As a bit of a lighter note, after many years of care and support from his friends, he’s seriously lightened up.

-However, he still has days when it surfaces, and it often takes the whole day to get him back to a more functional state. Yes, even Meta Knight has to take mental health days sometimes (:

-He has a serious issue with abandonment. He worries nobody could actually care about him, and frets constantly that he will lose the people close to him. This stems back to when he got his wings, as many saw them as “demonic” and as a “bad omen”

-Because of this, he has a really low self esteem, which, again, is why he used to live through his knight persona primarily, and was so ashamed of his actual self.

-The Mecha Knight incident left him with serious mental scars, giving him minor ptsd through nightmares and panic attacks when strongly reminded of the incident.

-It also left him with a robotic eye and arm.

-During his fight with Haltmann Works, his non-gauntlet arm was severely injured. Instead of just trying to fix it, Susie gave him a shiny new robot arm. It was originally Haltmann red and black, but he repainted it and, with some help from his crew, slightly modified it to more of his style.

-He also had an eye replaced in order to be compatible with the “eye” that swerves around the mask. He’s been too scared to try rewiring or recoloring it.

-The Mecha Knight incident really set him back from all the progress he made.

-During the first few months post Mecha Knight, he hid himself, only showing up when needed. He became paranoid of him hurting his friends without knowing it, which furthered his isolation.

-Much like how he managed to learn to cope better with his depression, it took him a lot of time and help to get him back to where he used to be.

-And, to end this little segment on a happier note, as of the time of Kirby Fighters 2, he’s much happier than he’s ever been. He’s made a lot of progress, is much more open with others, and much more accepting of his soft side (:

I could honestly go on and on, I have SO MANY notes that haven’t made it into this post, including his backstory, his relationship with the other characters, and a few other miscellaneous details (I even gave him a more...normal name that he never uses cause its cute and why not). If anyone’s ever interested in more though, feel free to ask me, I do have anon ask on after all, and boy do I have a lot to say (:

God, maybe I put a little too much thought and psychoanalysis (and maybe just maybe a liittllleee too much projection) into my interpretations but? hey, I had fun with it

If you actually read all of this bullshit, holy shit thank you and I hope you had fun too (:

[eitelle]

Could you do one of the match up things? Here’s the stuff for it!

Mbti:INFP

sign: Gemini

height: 5’9

favorite food: Anything but I have a sweet tooth

Favorite colors: Red blue or purple

Hobbies: I like to watch anime, read books, cook, listen to music, play video games, sleep, bike, hike, and swim.

Personality: I’m nice, gentle, anxious, depressed, kinda lazy, comforting to others, friendly, and shy.

Looks: I would be describe as cute rather than like hot or something. I’m also kinda chubby and I'm insecure about it. I wear sweaters and big hoodies and I have glasses.

Other stuff ig: I’m really quiet when talking to people and when all the attention is on me, but when I’m with a close friend I’m very loud and talkative. Also! I apologize for stuff I don’t need to and then apologize for apologizing lol

AJSGSJDHD HI BUB SORRY THIS IS SO LATE KM SO BAD AT THESE AHSG

honestly i feel u for a lot of these (also u sound so pretty? u didnt tell me that u sound this pretty 😠) (ps what r ur fav books tbh-)

OKOK anyways i have matched you up w: levochka haiba 😫‼️

i hope thats fine since u didnt specify the anime SHSH

some hcs:

ok so yall def were the weird couple

we have the otaku n the otakus bf whos like a bimbo but a male

idk everyone just thought yall were cute tbh

kenma n kuroo made u a presentation to take care of lev n yaku n yamamoto gave u the talk SHSGSJ

u get piggy back rides from him (read: he forces you to be carried around by him)

he def cannot understand how u read n watch anime n also play video games but also stay so active. he def admires u

if ur ever feeling like insecure hes like “but that just means u can take my clothes n i can take urs? 🥺”

and also just comments on how cool it is that hes like a stick n ur like not and he thinks its so cute

he n u both love sweets so yall kinda splurge on those SHSGSHS

hes a hardworker but he doesnt rly get things, whereas ur the opposite so u help him n he helps motivate u and h guys just go together like that

he has a photo of yall together as his lockscreen that someone else took of yall

no bc its def this one

anyways he ties ur shoelaces for u n is a gentlemen for u n u only

at first yall didnt get along bc i kin assign u kenma tbh but then he realizes that yall just make each other better :DD

OK ONESHOT THINGY TIME

WHY DOES HE LIKE NOT HAVE GIFS??? ANYAAYS

tw/cw: body hate n angst!! pls be careful continuing!! hurt/comfort

*ANGST HERE BESTIES*

it was another night and another day of body dysmorphia. why couldnt you look like them, like the models on your instagram feed with the flat stomachs and toned abs. why? why did the universe make you the way u are.

at this point youre breaking down hot tears streaming down your face not noticing as your door to your room opens. your tall silver haired boyfriend on the other side thought something happened as it was abnormally quiet. normally he could hear some sort of anime video game or music for your reading but it was empty. and dark. your room was almost never dark so he knew something was up. he knocked and from hearing no response he quickly moved in.

*END OF ANGST* (brief summary of what happened: a breakdown ab ur body n then ur bf coming inside ur room. comfort starts here!!)

“y/n? oh my god y/n are you ok?” your boyfriend frets as he sees you on the floor gripping your stomach. “come here baby.”

he easily picks you up and carries you to your bed big spooning you while lacing his fingers with yours.

“i hate that you hate yourself. i love you, i wish you would see urself the way i see you,” he says sadly.

“and how is that?”

“well first of all, people always see a forced version of themselves. never the natural beautiful version that everyone else sees!! ur no different >:( i see u as someone whos beautiful n gives me extra cuddly cuddles and extra body heat :)) u have a uterus right? well ur little tummy pouch is just that its very normal. you can never have a flat straight stomach. and you need fats to survive so ur gonna be the oldest person alive someday. thats so cool y/n !!😄”

“wow... lev. i didnt know u knew how to talk like this 😟” you say laughing slightly to cover up how touched you really are from his words.

“hey im not that dumb >:(“ he says not realizing youve already dozed off. “right? hey y/n. Y/NNN- oh oops sorry dont wake up pls 😅”

ALR NOW TEXTS !! (n art/artbreeder)

THATS ALL I COULD FIND BUT I MEAN SHEESHHHH

OK HERE R TEXTS I HOPE U LIKE IT SHAHSHS

[hargrove-mayfields]

Headcanons Part Two!!!

My last headcanon post was all about Billy and Steve, but they won’t be the only ones showing up in my stories, so here’s some hcs for a few of the most recurring characters!

Starting with Max!!

My preferred middle name for Max is Nicole, because Maxine Nicole sounds pretty, but can double as being intimidating if someone was yelling at her. Also, she’s named after her aunt Nicole just because I can see Susan being like that.

Most important thing to know about Max in my writing is that she is ALWAYS autistic. I might not specify depending on the content of the story, but she is never ever ever meant to be allistic. I imagine her as being on a moderate support needs level, meaning for those who don’t know the term that she has highs and lows! There’s days where she can pass as allsitic and days where she can’t, and she maybe doesn’t need a lot of assistance in everyday life, but she still needs lots of stimming and has meltdowns and stuff!

Related to this fact is that in the 80s, autism was not a very common diagnosis at all, and so I don’t think she’d really have a word for it other than like, that just being the way she is. Because no one will give her the official diagnosis, Neil thinks she’s faking, so she gets told to stop stimming, isn’t treated fairly during a meltdown, told to “act normal” etc, etc, and she needs a lot of therapy in the future for it.

Her favorite ways to stim are rocking on her heels, humming, listening to loud noises (like sirens/car engines/lawn mowers, NOT things like music/Susan doing the dishes, those do the opposite) and dancing!

Her least favorite sensory things are raindrops touching her skin, her hair brushing her shoulders or her face, overwhelming smells (cologne, candles, food on the stove) and furniture that’s too firm! (like a memory foam mattress or a leather couch)

The first time she feels truly seen in the way she is is when Fraggle Rock starts airing in ‘82. Susan tells her to watch it because she thinks Max is still a baby no matter how old she is, but the minute she lays eyes on Wembley Fraggle she knows he’s like her. He stims vocally and with his hands, his friends don’t understand him, he’s empathetic, bad at choosing, gullible, and in every way just so much like her! Her and Billy have an inside joke where, if she’s putting something off or can’t make a decision, he’ll tell her to stop her Wemblin’ and sometimes he calls her Wembles without thinking!

There isn’t a lot of personalized furniture in the Hargrove-Mayfield, so I think it’s safe to say that she doesn’t really have any comfort items lying around. No favorite blankets or stuffed animals or toys of any kind, and I think because of that she clings to people. That’s why she is so insistent on getting in with the party, and why was so excited about having a brother in Runaway Max, because she relies on comfort people instead of objects.

She’s not very good at putting a name to her relationships. Like, she doesn’t really know how to describe how she feels about somebody, she just knows if she likes them or not. If she feels happy and sage with someone, that’s all that matters, she doesn’t feel the need to classify them beyond that. But she’s also aware that others don’t feel that way! And she feels pretty special when Lucas calls her his girlfriend!

In the future, there can be a lot of different outcomes for her.

If Billy stays dead, I can see Max ending up two ways, either staying in Hawkins because that’s where her brother is dead and buried and trying to move on in her own way, or leaving Hawkins entirely, just cutting ties completely with everyone and everything there to move away from the trauma that’s there, except for every year on B’s birthday when she comes back to visit.

If Billy lives though, I think there’s again two outcomes for her. One where she feels guilty about not noticing the mindflayer and her and Billy’s relationship gets a little strained, because they don’t cope well when they’re trying to pin the blame, or one where she is just grateful her brother isn’t dead and decides to live life to the fullest after that.

In any scenario, she would obviously get the happy ending she deserves, she just has to get there a totally different way.

And also, regardless of what path she takes, I think she’d make for an excellent writer in her future career. She’s smart, she’s got lots of story to tell and draw inspiration from, and it just seems right for her, because it isn’t super constricting and it’s a job most people who do it love!

Now onto Robin!

Her middle name is Leora!

For some reason I have this idea in my head that she doesn’t live with her parents anymore. Not that she got kicked out or anything, just that she moved out pretty early on.

I also think she isn’t from Hawkins. I like the idea that her family moved there just before high school from either Ohio or Maryland, not sure which.

In band, I think she’s a flute. She just gives me flute vibes but I got kicked out of the band so maybe I could be wrong.

It’s canon that she’s goth, wearing her spiky leather bracelet with her work uniform and all, but I think she also sometimes goes in the totally opposite fashion direction, like, sometimes she’s just feeling the patterns and fabrics and colors of the sixties and seventies her mom gave her.

One of her favorite things to do with her friends is go shopping! Not like, around malls, in part because other than Starcourt, the closest mall to Hawkins is forty five minutes away, but she likes to go out with her group and visit all the local thrift shops and cafés and stuff like that.

And she’s super crafty! She has embroidery hoops, beads, jewelry making kits, all of it scattered everywhere!

She has like, the tips of her hair bleached, they sort of look like highlights in a way, so I think it was her that convinced Steve to get his highlights done too.

Matter of fact, I think she teaches Steve a lot of things about himself without either of them realizing. She’s just so, not-superficial I guess, that it starts to rub off of him.

In my head she’s just always got like, a suuuuuper good read on people even if they just met, like, she just sees straight through everybody ever, and that’s why she even gives Steve a chance despite knowing how he treated her in school.

Her Scoops! shorts are pretty big while Steve’s are tight as heck, so I hc that those are his shorts. The uniform used to be a skimpy sailor skirt, but she’s seventeen and not particularly keen on being creeped on by older men when she gets hired there, so she refuses to wear it. She gets in trouble on the first day for wearing jeans, and Steve feels bad about it so he gives her the extra pair of shorts from his uniform!

Robin totally bottles up everything from Starcourt until she can’t anymore. Like, Steve is very open about his struggles with what happened under the mall because he wants help and he’s done it alone before, but she feels like she should be strong, grateful that they survived, and just, move on and forget about it. It doesn’t work and she ends up crashing hard. Like she goes from silently suffering to getting panic attacks all the time, and falling in a super deep depression rut. Obviously her friends are very supportive and provide her with the help she needs, and with time (lots and lots of time) she gets better!

Heather!

Her middle name is Ernestine! It was her grandma's name!

I head canon that she is a lesbian and I ship her and Robin!

She calls Billy William all the time because she was raised to be formal and respectful, and Billy just doesn’t feel or sound right when she says it. Even though she insists her name is Heather and she doesn’t need a nickname, Billy calls her Hetty or H!

She wears clip on earrings! Her parents refuse to let her get her ears pierced because they say she needs to respect her image and all that, but she always felt like she was missing some accessories, and found out from one of her friends about clip ons, which they allow!

Even though she has popular girl vibes, I don’t think she was in high school. Just sort of a floater, and she liked it that way! She’s way too sweet to be in with Steve’s crowd, but had some things in common with pretty much everyone else. Once she’s graduated she sort of falls into that popular category around Hawkins because she’s rich and older now, but she’s still the same old Heather.

Heather is a super good baker and cook! Her mother always had her helping in the kitchen while her dad was staying late at work, and eventually she got really good! Sometimes she’ll just randomly bring her friends like, a load of banana bread or a hot dish because it makes everyone happy!

She's a very affectionate person! If she hasn’t seen her friends for a while she’ll kiss them all over, and everytime you see her you have to hug her (unless you don’t want to, she’s equally as understanding as she is lovey!)

I reject canon! Heather is not dead! I know it’s very unlikely but I think the clones in the upside down were like fail saves, and the real versions are all still alive somewhere!

In the case that this is true, when everything gets fixed I don’t think her memories of what happened to her would be intact, and I think that would be super traumatic for her. Almost worse than how she would be feeling if she knew.

In the future she wants to be in the entertainment industry! I can totally see her becoming a country singer or a soap opera actress or both!

Robin becomes a librarian at the same school that Steve works at when he becomes a teacher! She also does art commissions on the side. Sculpting, painting, charcoals, all of it, she’s good at all of it!

And last but not least, Tommy!!

My hc for Tommy’s middle name is Byrd. It was like a super common name at one point and then just sort of plummeted, and I like to think his parents thought they were being original choosing that one. All of his friends call him Tommy Bird to make fun of him, but he secretly doesn’t hate it.

Tommy and Steve didn’t really become friends until middle school! Hawkins has two elementary schools based on which region you live in, and because they live in like, opposite ends of town they go to different ones. But the first day of middle school when the two schools merge, they’re out for recess, Steve sees Tommy alone and approaches him, and they become instant besties!

Tommy is very insecure about his popularity. Steve is cool with letting his slip because he has other things to worry about, but Tommy doesn’t. His grades are alright and his home life is decent, and he’s not involved in upside down business, so when Steve ditches him and people start to lose interest in him, he gets extremely upset. It consumes him sort of, the fear that nobody likes him anymore. That ends up being why him and Carol break it off for good.

Another reason he thinks a reputation is so important is because he used to be picked on before being friends with Steve. When he was little he had giant glasses and dressed kinda lame, and he internalized that a lot. He’s scared that without Steve they’ll go back to that.

All of that is why he clings onto Billy so tight. Like, his best friend for the past six or seven years just walked out without looking back, and he’s terrified that he’s going to be bullied again. So when big tough guy Billy Hargrove rolls into town he’s like I have to be friends with this dude right now or I’ll die.

I ship him with Steve! A lot! But also I like the thought of Tommy and Steve and Billy, platonically and shippy-y!

As for where he’s from, I don’t think Tommy is Hawkins born and raised. He grew up down south, maybe Georgia, or Tennessee?, but then his uncle over in Indiana starts a snake oil business with his dad and they have to move.

I think he’s very much a lightweight. Alcohol isn’t really his thing because his dad was an alcoholic and it scares him that he’ll be like that, so he never really tried it and his tolerance is super low. He always designates himself the driver, only he doesn’t have a car of his own, he’s not allowed to until he’s on his way to college, so he always drives other people’s cars to their houses and walks home.

I don’t know if Tommy is able to avoid the upside down beyond st2. Maybe him and Billy try to keep in contact once school lets out, but he notices somethings off with him because he’s flayed. This could result in him also being flayed, depending on the situation, or if not he might get involved later, because he starts putting the pieces together after Starcourt.

Tommy owning up and joining Steve in monster hunting quests! Heck yeah!

If there is no involvement with all that mess though, I’d say it takes a few years out of high school for him to finally admit to being wrong. Like, he always maintained that he was right to be mad at Steve for driving away and right to be basically just a bully like he was, but once he’s older, mid twenties maybe, he realizes that wasn’t the way to be and calls a bunch of people up to apologize to them.

He goes to beauty school and becomes a hair stylist and makeup artist on television sets!

As for other background characters, like other party members or adults, I don’t have a whole lot of specific ideas that aren’t already canon! In the future if I write anything where they are more central characters that might change, but as of right now I don’t really have any headcanons for them!

[thorne93]

Stan Lee University (Part 11)

Prompt: What would the Avengers be like in college, more importantly, what would they be like if Y/N existed around them?

Word Count: 3175

Warnings: drama, language, betrayal, violence

Notes: This is based on a HC from @carryonmyswansong. They helped brainstorm and write part of this series. In this AU, no one will have powers, everyone is a normal human. Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong​

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Monday, on an early October morning, you were back in physics lab. You could hardly bare to even look at Stephen. He probably heard of your shitty decision and judged you for it. Who wouldn’t? He said the guy was trouble, and you didn’t pay any attention to it.

Stephen and you worked quietly, only speaking when you had to. At one point, you got up to swap out some supplies, and he saw his chance. He leaned over the table quickly and caught Tony and Bruce’s attention.

“Hey, what’s up with Y/N?” he asked, gesturing with his head toward you.

“You haven’t heard?” Bruce questioned.

“If I had, would I be asking?” Stephen shot.

“Y/N got scammed, okay?” Tony said, leaning forward, his voice low. “She hooked up with that asshole Loki. He left before sunrise.”

“So she got stood up. She doesn’t seem the type to let that bring her down this bad.”

Tony shook his head. “She found out later she was just a bet. It wasn’t just an old fashioned one night stand. He literally used her for money.”

“He...did what now?” Stephen asked, clear anger in his voice.

Bruce cleared his throat to signal you were on your way back and everyone shifted back in their position.

“Thanks for running those numbers,” Stephen said kindly.

You gave him an incredulous look. “What? No statement about how you want to check the math? Nothing about how it’s elementary calculus?”

He shook his head. “Not today. Not unless you work better when someone’s berating you. I could arrange that.”

On any other day, that quip might be cute. But you’d had your fill of smart assed men. You rolled your eyes and took a deep breath, getting back to the lab.

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When lab ended, you left the trio of guys and nearly ran back to your dorm, your safe haven. You pulled out homework and immediately started on it. Meanwhile, Stephen was looking for Loki.

As luck would have it, Loki was in the middle of the courtyard talking to three people, walking towards him. As soon as they approached, Stephen reeled back and punched Loki square in the jaw, sending him to the ground. He spit out blood and looked up at Stephen.

“Are you fucking insane?” he asked, wiping his jaw. “The hell is wrong with you?”

But Stephen had already turned around, leaving.

A knock came to your dorm door, but you didn’t hear it. You were on the patio outside of your room. A small concrete slab with two chairs and one small table. Your homework was on it while you worked.

A moment later, you heard a voice. A voice you weren’t sure you wanted to hear.

“Y/N?”

You stopped writing, but didn’t look up as you said, “If you’re here to be a dick or banter, I’m not in the mood.”

“I heard what happened,” he offered softly.

You pressed your lips into a firm line.

“You haven’t been to class.”

“Observant, aren’t we?”

He sighed as he continued. “I don’t know you all that well, maybe not as well as your other friends, but you don’t seem like the type to get this… depressed over one asshole. So what’s wrong?”

You looked up at him, a flash of anger in your eyes. “You wanna know what’s wrong? Everything.” You sighed heavily and sat back, running your hands over your face, your hair.

Stephen took this as a cue to sit down beside you. “Okay, so tell me. I’m all ears.”

“Since when are you a therapist?” you questioned harshly.

“Since I worry why you’re not in class. You were the most obnoxiously optimistic and happy person I knew on this campus and now you never smile.”

At that, you dropped some of the anger towards him. This wasn’t all his fault. It was partially his fault because you really just wished he would’ve made a move sooner, then you wouldn’t have just latched onto Loki because he was the first guy to show interest.

“My friend Wanda isn’t my friend any more, and it’s all because of some stupid fucking internship. It’s not even the internship I care about. It’s the way she got it. It’s the fact that she felt she needed to defile my name to take it from me. My first love and I called it quits for the first time this semester, I thought I could move on with someone like Loki, but I was just a notch on his belt. To top that off, Bucky knew about the bet. He said he forgot, which, I guess I believe but still… he didn’t warn me. I just thought there was more to us, that we had history and he’d warn me. And I thought I was smarter than this. Like… I should’ve seen it for miles what Loki was up to, but I was so god damn blind. I just wanted to prove to myself that I could move on and be with someone besides Bucky, you know?”

He nodded.

“I mean, yeah it sucks that the first guy I gave myself to after my ‘first’ was just an asshole, but that… I could get over that. But graduation is fast approaching and Wanda felt okay doing what she did, and her and her brother won’t speak to me. Our group feels divided and I hate it. Clint and Nat are going to get married after graduation and I won’t see him as much. Then we’ll all go off and our lives will be different.” You shook your head. “I don’t know. This is a lot of stuff coming to surface I guess,” you said with a laugh.

“Well that’s good. You’re recognizing it.”

“Yeah, I mean, the Loki thing hurt, if I’m being honest. Being used, being made a joke, being…. Well used for sex, I felt cheap afterwards, but I’ve come to realize that’s his downfall not mine. I trusted him, he betrayed that, not me.”

“I’m glad you see past that.”

You nodded. “But I can’t see past all my friends, friends I’ve grown up with, betraying me, going down different paths… I’m losing friends right and left and I don’t know what to do and I guess I got scared.”

You smiled, but tears started to fall and your face fell into your hands. Immediately, he scooted closer and wrapped an arm around you.

“Well you’ve got one here, right now…”

He held you for a long time while you cried. He didn’t crack any jokes. He didn’t try to leave. He didn’t judge you. He just… held you. It was exactly what you needed in that moment.

When it got dark outside, you offered for him to join you inside. He grabbed your homework and you went in, leading the way. He put your things down on your desk.

“Hey, are you hungry?” Stephen suddenly offered.

You took a second to pay attention to your stomach. “Now that you mention it…” You trailed off.

“Care to come with me?”

“You gonna take me out to eat?”

“Not exactly.”

“Where are we going?” you wondered with curiosity burning in your tone.

“Grab your purse,” he instructed with a smile. You did as you were told and followed him out of your room. He walked with you across the campus, until you reached his dorm buildings. Well, you assumed they were his, as he was getting into a car just outside of them.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

He shook his head. “No. This is a surprise. Is that okay?”

You eyed him up and down as he backed out of the space before saying, “Yeah… Yeah it’s okay.”

“Good.”

You leaned up and turned on the radio, flipping stations until a good song came on.

“That’s a good one,” he noted.

“Oh yeah? You pick the next one. We’ll see if you pass my music test,” you challenged.

“Oh, I’m gonna make you have an ear orgasm, just wait,” he assured with jest.

You grinned, waiting for the song to end and Stephen to impress you. And he did. You two listened to the radio for a short while before he pulled into a grocery store.

“What are we doing here? Oh, are you stocking up?”

He shook his head.

“No. We’re gonna make dinner.”

“You can cook?”

“You still ask stupid questions?” he shot back with a smile and you couldn’t help but laugh.

The two of you entered the store, with him grabbing a little shopping basket.

“So what are we getting?” you wondered as you walked happily by his side. You weren’t worried about Loki, or Bucky, or wondering why your friends had betrayed you. You were just… with him, and right now, that’s all you wanted.

“Stuff for a pizza. You do eat pizza, right?”

“You still ask stupid questions?” you fired at him, a wide grin on your face.

“Pepperoni okay?”

“Always.”

With that, you two set off to find dough, sauce, cheese, and pepperoni.

“Wait,” you said, walking toward the cashier, your hand on his arm. “Where are we going to make this stuff?”

“I’ve got a place,” he assured.

“Your dorm?”

“You’ll see,” he informed with an air of mystery.

You eyed him curiously. “What do you have planned?”

“If you’re determined to ruin the mystery, I’ll tell you,” he said with a soft smile.

You shook your head. “No, no. I’ll be good.”

“Great. Then we can move on.”

He checked out and you two got back in the car.  The two of you drove along, in comfortable quiet, surrounded by the sound of the radio. You laid your head back against the headrest and let the feeling of warmth wash over you. Being around Stephen felt easy, it felt… comfortable. It felt comforting. It was so inviting.

With Loki, you felt like you had to put on a show of sorts. With Bucky, you felt like you had to pretend to be the perfect girlfriend.

With as much as Stephen goaded you, you somehow knew that if you made a mistake, that if you had a rough day, that if you admitted you were struggling, he wouldn’t judge you. He wouldn’t look down on you. In a way, with all the grief he gave you, you knew if you needed help, he’d be there for you.

After twenty minutes, you were at a house, a very nice house.

“What is this place?”

“It’s a home. Mine. My parents home to be exact.”

“So do you live here?”

“On the weekends. I stay on campus, just to get more homework done and not have to commute.”

“Smart.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying.” He smirked before grabbing the groceries and getting out of the car. You followed his lead and he went inside the house.

“So your parents live here?”

“Normally, but they’re in Europe right now. Won’t be back for two more weeks. So this is all mine.”

“Must be exciting.”

“The only exciting thing about is getting to cook, in a real kitchen. Not a hot plate in a room.”

You walked with him around a large quartz island in the kitchen. “Hey, a hot plate has made my life bearable, don’t knock it.”

“Yes, bearable, that’s what I am for in life,” he shot back with an eye roll. “Now, have you ever made a pizza before?”

“Once or twice.”

“Great. Roll out the dough on a sheet. Should be next to the oven.”

You went searching, when you turned around you saw a six burner stove. “Holy shit. This kitchen is serious.”

“You like?”

“I love. I wish I had a kitchen to cook in all the time.”

“Where do your parents live?”

“Oh they live almost an hour away from here.”

“Well if you ever need a real kitchen, just let me know and I’ll be happy to hook you up.”

You smiled and bowed, pretending to curtsey. “Well thank you, good sir.” Again, you looked for the sheet, opening up a custom cabinet to reveal them. You got out the sheet and opened the dough and started to knead it onto the pan.

“What are you going to be doing, while I do all this hard work?”

“I’m going to be creating the best sauce you’ve ever tasted.”

“That’s big talk. If it doesn’t live up to the hype, I can never trust you again,” you stated with a sideways look.

He laughed as he set to working on the sauce at the stove.

“Music?”

“No, i have to work in complete silence,” you said in a stoic voice and face.

“Oh,” he said, frowning to himself.

You couldn’t hold back your laughter and burst out laughing. “Joking, I’m joking, Stephen. Music is fine. In fact, I’ll go crazy if it stays quiet.”

“Oh good. I was about to kick you out if you were serious,” he said with a look of relief on his face.

He then told an unforeseen entertainment system to play classic rock. “This okay?”

“More than okay.”

“Alright, sauce is ready.”

“Crust too.”

“Fantastic,” he mused, happily as he walked over and began to pour the sauce. “Cheese me,” he ordered in jest as he held out his hand. You obeyed with a giddy grin. He sprinkled the cheese and then turned to you. “That enough?”

“Not by a long shot.” You grabbed the cheese and nearly doubled the amount.

He laughed when you were done, grabbing the pepperoni.

“Okay, is it ready?” he asked.

You nodded, eager to just eat.

“Alright, here we go.” He popped it inside the oven and set a timer. “And that’s dinner,” he said happily, crossing his arms, clearly pleased with himself.

“I hope so. I’m fucking starving man.”

“Aww, a woman after my own heart.”

You smiled. “Hey, thank you for… this. I’ve been pretty depressed, clearly, and I’m glad you’re trying to pull me out of it.”

“What do you mean? I just don’t like making pizza alone,” he said with a grin as he looked at you from across the island. He shook his head. “Seriously though, it’s no big deal. I could tell you were upset and I didn’t want to see that.”

“Thank you.”

“Wanna hear a confession?” he asked, looking nervous, or worried.

“Sure, unless it’s that you were given a wager to make pizza with me,” you teased bleakly.

He shook his head. “No, I took a bet to get you to go the store with me.”

You rolled your eyes, making him smile again.

“No, that night at Tony’s party… I didn’t need a ride.”

You stood up, worried he was going to say something shitty. Were you really going to go two-for-two here? But before you overreacted, you waited for him to finish.

“I saw that Loki was being a real shithead to you, and I could see how it affected you. I thought you might like someone to talk to, and I thought maybe you didn’t want to be alone.”

“I still really appreciate that,” you noted with a sideways smile.

“I’m glad I did it. You didn’t deserve what that asshole did, that night or the other thing.”

“You seem to be the only one who thinks so. Everyone else seems to feel like I should’ve seen it.”

“Trusting someone shouldn’t be a fault,” he retorted.

“Thanks.”

“Sure. If anything, Loki being a dick was a good thing, for me at least. Means I got some alone time with you.”

You frowned, ready to question him on that when the timer went off. He pulled out the pizza and gathered plates and napkins. He told you where to find some Cokes, and he cut the pizza. He plated you a piece and then himself and showed you the way to the living room where he turned on something light, house renovation shows.

“What a stupid choice for counters,” you noted.

“Don’t like them?”

“No, they’re going to close in that already small space. It’s stupid.”

“You’re very passionate about this.”

“I’m passionate about everything.”

“I can see that,” he noted.

As soon as the two of you sat down and you bit into the pizza, you turned to Stephen. “Holy shit,” you said, resting your hand on his shoulder, “this pizza is better than some I’ve had at restaurants.”

“Told you, secret’s in the sauce,” he said with a proud grin.

“I’m serious!” you insisted. “It must be the sauce. It’s got so much actual flavor! I can taste the garlic, and the oregano. Oh my god.”

“Be careful there, don’t ruin the fabric of the couch with your orgasm,” he teased and you laughed. Ordinarily, you’d blush, but this pizza was just too good to care.

The two of you ate and drank, commentary on the show flowing freely between you two until the pizza was entirely gone and you were nearly in a food coma.

“So you know why I want to be a psychiatrist, why do you want to be a doctor?” you asked, turning your head towards him.

“Money,” he said, his eyes closed.

You laughed. “Bullshit. We don’t do this shit for the money. Tell me.”

“Prestige.”

“Strange, so help me God, if you don’t--”

“My sister. My sister is why, okay?”

“What’s… what about her?” you questioned, unsure what to say or ask.

“My sister. Uh, when I was 11, I helped her when she got hurt on her bike. I was sort of… fascinated by the experience.”

You nodded, sensing there was more to this story, so you kept quiet, letting him talk.

“But uh....last summer, we were in the pool. She had a cramp… I didn’t hear her. She just… had the cramp and went under. I didn’t see that she wasn’t above the surface until it was… well until it was too late.” He took a deep breath. You could hear his voice getting thicker.

“That wasn’t your fault.”

“I know, but I feel responsible and…. I don’t know. If I can help save one life by being a doctor, maybe it won’t… maybe I’ll repay the debt I owe her.”

You immediately hugged him and he cried. You held him tight, close until he seemed to get it out of his system.

“Stephen, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to push you,” you apologized.

He shook his head. “It’s fine. That’s the first time I’ve said it out loud.”

You gave him a small, sympathetic smile. “I’m honored that you shared that with me. Thank you.”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah, I don’t know what specialty, yet. I’ve thought about tons, but I think I’ll figure it out when I get to med school.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“And you’re dead set on psychiatry, huh?”

Nodding, smiling, you answered, “Yeah, I am. I just… It’s challenging, interesting, and fascinating to me.”

“You’ll do great.”

You reached over and grabbed his hand, squeezing it. “So will you.”

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Could we perhaps get hcs for the main cast (+ finis and Sholmes) as to what they would do with a s/o on valentines day? (I have ordered release date delivery for Wintertide Miracles and have asserted that Van Helsing is going to be my valentine)

Valentines headcanons!

First, I am terribly sorry for the tardiness of my response! It is completely mod Apostle’s fault, and she humbly asks for forgiveness. I was away at a convention this weekend and underestimated how little time I would have before I left. Love doesn’t go out of date, I hope??

Mod Nautilus offers sweet love notes, while Mod Apostle’s are ficlets based on a theme of being separated on Valentine’s Day... with happy endings!

We hope you enjoy! We’ll see you again around the beginning of March! Until then have fun with Wintertide Miracles! ❄️

They are behind the cut for length....

LUPIN:

“I’m so glad you accepted my Valentine’s Day invitation, mon trésor! You look so excited, have you been wondering what sorts of adventures I have in store for you? Haha, calm down, calm down! There will be many surprises for the two of us.

Hmm… how does an invitation to a masque sound? I find that nobles are much more fun when they’re masked, it gives us glimpses of the true selves that they usually hide behind their reputations.

Ahaha, what’s with that expression? You want to know if I have something mischievous up my sleeve? My dear, who do you think you’re speaking with? Oh, but please don’t worry. Tonight, all eyes will be on you, and only you.”

****

Lupin planned for the day for weeks. He made all his lover’s favorite treats, made reservations at her favorite restaurant and bought romantic gifts. So when the day came and his lover needed to be away from home on Valentine’s Day, he was supremely disappointed. He didn’t want to make her feel bad, so he hid his feelings and told her they would celebrate when she come back, but Arsene Lupin, Gentleman Thief, couldn’t let his lover be alone on Valentines Day!

He saw her off with a kiss and a smile, asked Impey to use the ornithopter, loaded it up with all of his gifts, and headed to her destination. A little breaking and entering later, he snuck into her room...

He lit his rose-scented candles, put his champagne on a tray by the bed, donned his new red silk robe and arranged himself seductively on the bed to wait.

He heard the door open a few minutes later. His lover took in the sight of Lupin’s roguish grin, temptingly open robe, and champagne and laughed with relief, “I knew I could count on you.”

Lupin was confused for a moment, but then his lover took off her coat...

The gift he bought for her- the very one he couldn’t find that morning- adorned her body most enticingly.

“Were you looking for this?” she said with a giggle, “I didn’t think you bought it for yourself...” she looked a little ashamed,  “I am sorry... but... I hoped you would come. I would have felt silly wearing this to return to an empty room.”

Lupin gave his most winning grin, “Never fear, my dear. I would never allow my lover to sleep alone on Valentine’s Day.” he said warmly, and kissed her until she melted in his arms.

........

VAN:

“I’m glad you could make it. Hm? Why do I…? No, I’m not unhappy to see you, you should know better than that. I just had planned to cook a nice dinner for the two of us, but Lupin and the others… it turns out that they made dinner reservations for us.

… It’s at the Reform Club, one of the most exclusive locations in all of London. Lupin said that the Count had to go to a lot of trouble to get us access. I don’t know why they went to all of that trouble, I wanted to… hm? You look rather happy. What, you want me to relax tonight? Heh… I always have trouble saying no to that smile of yours. All right, then. But don’t worry, later on I’ll be sure to spoil you.

At that time… would you prefer chocolate or vanilla?”

****

Van hated to see the disappointment on his lover’s face when he told her he would need to travel on Valentine’s Day, but he could not shirk his duties to Delacroix. They shared a tearful kiss at the door before he left, and he promised to celebrate as soon as he came back, but he knew it wasn’t the same. He had forgotten such sentiment for a long time, but now even he recognized the importance of observing traditions together.

He finished his duties for the day and brooded over his lover being alone... it was wrong. No, he couldn’t let this happen. What kind of lover would he be to do something like that? He stood up.

“Hey, Helsing! Why are you making that face? Don’t tell me you and your sweetie are fighting again!”

He glared at the young king, “We don’t fight...”

“Well you must be if you’re here on Valentine’s Day looking like that! Or did you forget?!” he looked horrified.

Van berated himself silently, even the child king knew it was wrong to leave a lover on Valentine’s Day, “I didn’t forget. It was my duty to be here.” he muttered, “But now I—

“Don’t be stupid, Helsing. Go right now! Take the automobile. Maybe you can still make it back before midnight!”

...

His watch read 11:55pm when he squealed up the driveway. He vaulted out of the car and crashed through the door.

His lover ran out of the living room in a white cotton gown, hair loose around her shoulders. He felt starved of the sight, though he had only been gone for two days. He pulled her in his arms and kissed her until they were both breathless.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” he said between kisses, “I am... sorry...” he kissed her again, “to have left...” he lifted her in his arms and held her tightly against his chest, “Tell me, “ he undid the ribbons on her delicate gown, and kissed her throat. She made a little sigh of pleasure, “Tell me how I can make it up to you...”

She whispered her desire in his ear.

He felt his face warm at her suggestion, and smiled back at her. If that was his penance, perhaps he should misbehave more often.

......

FRAN:  

“Oh, you’re here! I’m so glad. The tests had gone well, but Sisi has a mind of his own at times… I wasn’t sure he’d follow the scent to deliver your invitation. Huh, the costume? Y-Yes, I put it together… I’m glad you thought it was cute.

Ah, I hope you like the flowers! I know roses are traditional, but I just couldn’t decide… so I also got you a daisy bouquet and a tulip bouquet. I thought they’d make a nice backdrop. I made some sandwiches for us, they aren’t fancy but I asked for Impey’s help so they should be delicious.

E-Eh? Feed me? Haha, that’s really… really cute of you. All right, but only if I can do the same. Hehe, okay, now… say ‘ahhh’!”

****

Fran hated that he needed to be away from home on Valentine’s Day, but he knew the conference was too important to miss. His lover encouraged him vigorously to go, but he still felt guilty about leaving.

Which is how he found himself coming home with the basket of kittens.

He often worked late or needed to attend lectures. He hated to think of his lover all alone and hoped the kittens would keep her company.

A tiny paw darted out and grabbed his finger.

“Ow!” he yelped, nearly dropping the basket.

The rest of the kittens joined the game and leapt out of the basket to climb up his chest and up to his shoulders, knocking his glasses askew and getting tangled in his hair while he yelped from being scratched with their sharp little claws. He desperately tried to get them to go back in the basket.... just as his lover opened the door to the house to see him covered with kittens.

She stared at him for a moment. A bemused expression on her face, and burst out laughing.

“Happy Valentine— Woah...!” Fran cried as his lover pulled him into her arms, kittens and all. Half the kittens leapt from his shoulder to hers. One still dangled from his coat.

She kissed him, “Welcome home... all of you!” she said, still giggling, “I love you, and I love our new family members.”

.....

IMPEY:

“Okay, my cute little engine, get ready to take my honey and I on the best Valentine’s Day date ever! I thought this would be fun, you know? Taking a nice drive out into the countryside. The sun is just beginning to dip, so we’ll be able to watch the sunset together and then…! Yes! Then we can go stargazing! Ahh, to see the stars reflected in my lover’s eyes, it’ll be like a dream!

Cold? Well, yeah, I guess it is February… but Mr. Impey thought of everything! Ta-daaaa! Check out these portable heating pads I made! Oh, don’t worry, I tested them a lot… got burned a lot, too, but hey! All’s well that ends well, right? E-Ehh… what’s with that expression… okay, okay! I have blankets, too! We’ll just have to scooch up real close-like together. … Ehehe, that might be even better. Waah, Impey, you’re a genius!

Hm? You saw me… working on the Ornithoper earlier? Yeah, I thought at first that a date above the clouds would be fun, but… I realized it would be too dangerous. Hahaha, not because of the Ornithoper, but because… honey, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you tonight. Pulling over is much easier than maneuvering an emergency love landing! Ahaha, your blushing so cute! But, there’s no need to be embarrassed… tonight, the only one watching us will be the moon.

****

“I’ll be back as soon as I can!” Impey declared confidently when he left two days ago. But there he was with a busted engine helplessly waiting for the replacement for the broken part he needed to be delivered.

He felt unaccustomedly depressed. He couldn’t believe he was leaving his precious angel alone on this most important day. He knew she would understand. She was a smart and resilient girl. He would make it up to her at length later, but he never wanted to disappoint her. He wanted to always be there to make her smile, always wake up with her tucked in his arms on special days. He certainly never wanted to leave her alone like this.

But there he was, miles away from the nearest train station with a busted motor and no way to get home.

He gazed up at the moon wistfully, thinking of all the nights they spend curled up under blankets looking at the moon and making plans... making love, too. It was the best time in his life.  

He squinted up at the moon... was that a new crater? No... it was moving.  He could hear a familiar high-pitched buzzing....

He jumped up from the hood of the car and stared at the sky in shock.

The ornithopter was coming.

His heart leapt. The Ornithopter was coming! That meant—!!

The ornithopter circled the clearing where he stood. He jumped and waved enthusiastically. The little aircraft flashed its lights and descended to land next to him. The door was flung open and his beautiful angel of the sky leapt out and into his arms, wrapping her arms around him while he laughed, “My honey came to the rescue! But that’s not fair! It is the noble knight that must rescue his princess!”

“Nonsense!” she snorted, “We don’t live in the dark ages.” she kissed him soundly, “I couldn’t let my hapless prince lie alone in a field on Valentine’s Day!” she held up the blankets she brought.

He grinned as brightly as the moon itself, “I am in your debt, Princess!” he gave her a suggestive wink, “Now what would you like for your reward, eh?”

She kissed him fiercely, “I can think of a few good ways for you to repay me.”

....

SAINT:

“I’m taking off the blindfold now. Hehe, were you able to figure out where I took you? Yes, I thought it would be a nice surprise… oh, tonight they aren’t performing any operas or ballet… tonight is something very special.

I remembered how fondly you were looking at my antique collection, and I thought it might be fun for us to visit an auction together. These auctions are usually so crowded, though, so I arranged for us to have a private viewing the night before. This entire theater is just for the two of us tonight, our own antique gallery. And, my dearest, if you desire anything you see… it’s yours. Whether it’s a few items or the entire show, I will make sure you’re able to start your own collection here tonight.

After that, I was thinking the two of us could go on a cruise- oh, you don’t have to worry about packing. I’ve ensured that everything you need has already been loaded onto the ship. Please forgive my selfishness, but the last time I was invited to an auction cruise, things didn’t go exactly as planned… haha, you understand, right?

Well then, beloved, the night is ours. Let’s dedicate it to our love of art… and our love for each other.”

****

She dropped her suitcase on the bedside table and dropped herself on the bed. She had been away too long. She didn’t think she could bear another lonely night. She knew Saint felt the same way. Sometimes she could feel his emotions from far away like the touch of ghostly fingers caressing her face. She sighed and flipped open her suitcase—

There, on top, was a letter.

She gazed at the familiar stationary, Saint‘s exquisite handwriting spelling out her name. She breathed in the faint scent of white flowers that was her beloved’s signature.

The only trouble was that she had been traveling for days. There was no such letter in her case.

Trembling, she opened the envelope—

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my beloved lady,

It pains me to apart today of all days, even if it is unavoidable. I miss you tonight. Do you have all you need on your travels? Do my words warm your heart enough to endure this absence?”

No... she thought. I need so much more.

“I cannot say the same. I can still feel the shape of you beside me in this bed, your fragrance on my pillow, your sweetness on my tongue. I need all of you here with me always. I wanted to leave you roses on your pillow, kisses on your lips, share tea with you in the morning, read to you in the afternoon. I want to take you places tonight that you’ve never seen. I want to see the wonder in your eyes. I want to hear you gasp with delight. I am a terribly selfish man, as you know too well, but tell me your desires and I will fulfill them. Your pleasure is mine also.”

How many times had he told her that? How many times had they done those things? How many times had she fallen asleep with a smile on her face, her body and soul perfectly content in every way? She kept reading...

“Close your eyes for me. Hear my voice. I am touching you now, my fingers on your lips. Now part them for me, yes... like that. Taste this. Is it sweet? This chocolate is said to be the finest in the world. Do you agree? It will taste sweeter from your lips, my love. Now lie back and think of me. Your wish is my command, tell me your desires. Tell me your needs. Tell me anything at all.”

She could almost taste the chocolate. Feel his fingers on her lips, “I love you.” was all she said. She could almost feel his body against hers. She laid back, undressing as if he watched her from the page of the letter.

“I love you, too. Hehe, Are you surprised that I can hear you? I can feel you, too. Can you feel me now?”

She could... it was almost too real.. she moaned a little...

“I know you can. I know. Oh, how I know. We share a bond to deep for mere miles to erase.

I need more than the thought of you. If you feel the same way...

Open your eyes.”

...

She felt soft lips against hers. Very real lips... her eyes flew open.

“Hehe. Are you surprised?” Saint said softly.

“What!? How—”

He put a finger over her lips, “Shh, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I am here with you now...” he kissed her again. His lips tasted of dark chocolate.

He pulled her into his arms, “Now, please, let me love you.”

....

SHOLMES:

“… And here you are. I’m not surprised, you’re always good at solving the fun little riddles I leave for you. Still, I found it rather charming that you left a riddle for me, as well. … It looks like we had the same place in mind, too. Yes, you told me once that you wanted to visit this tea house, didn’t you?  Haha! Was that how it went? I was the one who wanted to come here? Well, I really must thank you for remembering that, then. … You made reservations as well? My, it looks like we’ll have the whole room to ourselves…

Hm? You’re disappointed that I didn’t bring my violin? My dear, did you really believe that the night would be ending here? Hehe, no, it would be too early for that. After this, I want to take you to a garden I recently found. There’s a beautiful gazebo there, and I think the acoustics will make the performance much nicer. … Besides, tonight, you’re the only one I want to hear my music.”

****

Sholmes sighed and put down his newspaper. He knew he was being foolishly sentimental. February 14th was just a date on the calendar. It was nothing to get upset about to miss a single day together.

So why did he feel so out of sorts?

He knew perfectly well, but the knowledge was uneasy. He never felt this way before and it unnerved him. He considered his intellect to be above such trivial things.

He attempted to forget his melancholy by tidying the house, but was useless. He decided a walk might clear his mind...

....And immediately spotted a familiar figure slipping between two buildings.

No one else would have noticed her unique gait and peculiar habit of looking up at the sky when she was trying to be nonchalant, but he certainly did.

She told him she would be away for the week. What was she doing sneaking in alleys?

A little troubled, he turned from his path to follow her.

She led him on a merry chase through the city, ending when he saw her slip inside a window on a sleepy, tree-shaded street.

Waiting only a moment, he followed her.

—only to be lifted off his feet and pulled through the window.

The scent of his lover’s sweet vanilla perfume surrounded him.

He was being kissed.

Thoroughly.

He answered with hunger to match. It had been too long.... He suddenly didn’t care why his lover was sneaking through the city...

She released him, “Did you like your Valentine’s Day present?” she whispered in his ear.

He understood.

Feeling a little foolish, he laughed, “You win this time.” he kissed her, “Next time you won’t get so lucky.”

“I think it is you who is about to get lucky.” she said before wrapping her arms around his neck again.

.....

FINIS:

“Ha! Well, look at how dressed up you are! Huuuh? Date? You really went to all that trouble because you thought… V-Valentine’s Day? I wasn’t particularly paying attention to it… sister baked cookies for it, which you’re welcome to have. They really…. they are rather burned, aren’t they? Sheesh…

Candles? Can’t a man light some candles without it suddenly being for a particular occasion? And the flowers… wipe that smile off your face, it makes you look like a fool. … Ahh, fine! Fine! H-Here. Huh? No, my sister didn’t make these chocolates! … I made them. Had to fight off a fork-wielding little… b-but, anyway… I’m sure you’ll find these far better than those cookies—or anything else you might have received today.

I’ve never really… Valentine’s Day never… ….. I… hope you enjoy them. The fact of the matter is, I wanted to see you. I want to see you. It doesn’t have to be a particular day… I simply… want to be with you. … There’s that smile, again. … I suppose it isn’t always a foolish one.”

****

Finis was in a bad mood.

That wasn’t unusual. How can one be in a good mood surrounded by incompetents?

It had nothing to do with a certain person being absent from work because of a cold on Valentine’s Day. They were just the only person capable of doing their job correctly. He was just annoyed because it made his workload worse.

If he kept telling himself that, he might even believe it.

He finished up early and left without an explanation.

On his way home he was further annoyed by the displays in the shops. All lurid red hearts and foolish Cupids. Childish nonsense for frivolous people. He stomped away not looking where he was going and upset a cart full of flowers. A bucket tipped as he collided with it and spilled its contents on the ground.

It was his fault. He couldn’t expect the flower girl to suffer for his clumsiness, so he bought the things.

Now what? He certainly didn’t need a bucket full of pink roses.

That certain coworker wasn’t feeling well. Maybe this would cheer her up.... so she could get back to work and do her job!

Feeling thoroughly convinced, he turned toward her house.

He found her quietly reading a book with a cup of tea. Her face turned red when she saw the flowers. Maybe she had a fever.

She was crying and smiling as she thanked him. Her eyes bright with gratitude. He didn’t understand why girls did that. But... deep in his heart... he had to admit it made him... very happy.

[auspicioustarantula]

but no seriously give us javid im starving for content ive seen everything

› davey goes through several stages of being tired. first, he’llget sort of sleepy, but nothing a quick coffee can’t fix. then, he’ll get sotired that everything is funny to him. last, he’ll get so drop-dead exhaustedthat he zones out, forgets everything, and snaps at everyone around him. jackwill make sure he’s alright first before trying to get him to go to sleep,usually with the promise of a blanket and a cup of tea.

     » “sugar? it’s nearly one in the morning. you have togo to sleep.”

     » “baby i have to finish this project”

     » “look at me, davey. you’re going to sleep rightnow.”

     » “…alright.” 

› jack not only paints for fun, but he also uses it as an outletfor his depression. one time he was in a terrible place and has used up all hiscanvases and when davey came home, he was pacing around the hounds, handstwitching, the whole shebang. without a word, davey his slipped his shirt offand sat patiently down in jack’s studio, back hunched over. it became a customthat when jack was feeling especially low, he would paint on davey’s back. healways takes pictures of it, and it’s also helped davey with his body imageissues.

› jack loves running his fingers through davey’s hair. when they’rereally tired and chilling, he’ll sort of give davey a little scalp massage andit makes him melt every single time. when he’s feeling giggly or possiblyslightly drunk, he’ll make sound effects every time he does it

› they love, love to watch sunrises and sunsets together. like,yeah, maybe jack goes to sleep right after it, but davey appreciates thesentiment of him getting up early and making coffee for them, and jack loves tohold his boyfriend’s hand on the terrace and watch how his eyes glow with thesun hits them just right.

› neither of them can cook by themselves so on sunday evening theyget together for about three hours and cook meals for like two weeks

› davey likes to kiss the paint splatters on jack’s cheeks

› jack always calls davey “sweetheart, sugar, honey, cookie” etc.and one time davey just looks at him and is like “oh, are we baking a cake now?just add flour and egg to the mix.” it was a joke but sometimes jack DOES calldavey egg sometimes and it always throws him

› davey just. forgets to eat sometimes. his brain is always goingat 284% and even though he KNOWS he’s hungry he doesn’t take the tame toactually eat. jack has alarms set on his phone at 10am, 3pm, and 7pm so that ifthey’re not together he can call davey and remind him to eat

› sometimes jack calls davey “david” and it really tears this boyapart he cried the first time because it was so soft. it’s a family name thatnobody else uses it but used intimately? it drives him insane to hear itwhispered against his neck

     » “holy shit are you okay?” 

     » “just…david, i…it’s good. i like it.” 

› not really big on pda because davey is really shy about it, butwhen they have to split for work you’ll be damned if davey doesn’t kiss hisboyfriend on the mouth one (1) time

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[whirlybirbs]

Hc for MerlinxReader? Maybe reader is upset/depressed and Merlin tried to cheat them up?? 💓luv ur work btw ur lit the bomb

oops this turned into a drabble !!!

He notices you’re a little out of sorts over dinner. 

You two had settled on microwave dinners (thanks to coming home late and both of you being genuinely so exhausted that cooking is so out of the question), and certainly wasn’t anything great. You’d been stressed beyond belief recently - the shift from agent to an interim intel-oriented leadership position had you stretched thin. You’re staring into space, pushing your chicken and pasta around with a fork. Merlin sets his drink down, watching you.

“Y’ alright, love?”

“Hm?” you raise your head, blinking before nodding, “Oh. Yeah. M’fine, Ham’. Just… tired.”

Merlin nods, chewing thoughtfully on the last bit of his dinner. “Y’sure y’re just tired? M’ here if you want t’ talk about anythin’, yea?”

You look up from your dinner and his worry hits you hard in the chest. It makes your nose prickle and soon you can feel tears threatening to spill over. It’s been a long week. You’ve been distant and cold and grumpy, but here he is, unwavering in his love and support and –oh, god, now you’re crying.

Merlin’s eyes widen and he stands quickly. “No, no, no, no. No tears. No, shh.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just so stressed out, Hamish.”

He sighs, crouched at one knee as he holds your hands and frowns. Swiping at a stray tear as you try to pull yourself together, Merlin presses a kiss to your knuckles as an idea springs to mind. “Here, why don’t y’ finish yer dinner, love. I’ll run th’ bath. Y’ can take a break from it all fer a bit.”

You love him. You do. So much.

He does just what he says. Long legs carry your better half through the kitchen and into your bedroom and the sound of running water coming from the other room is enough to calm you down already. When you finish your dinner, you ditch the microwave plate and fork into the trash and hobble into the bedroom. Merlin is perched on the edge of the tub, legs stretched out in front of him. His socks peek out from under his slacks and you notice they’re the ones you got him for his birthday. They have little German Pointers on them. Like Tessie.

His eyes soften when you cross the threshold of the bathroom. A hand extends and you knot your fingers with his happily. He tugs you between his legs, hands moving to rest on your waist as he looks up at you from his spot on the edge of the tub.

“You’re beautiful, y’ know tha’?” he mumbles, smiling a bit, “Yer gunna get in th’ tub an’ m’gunna get y’ a glass of wine and m’gunna sit here an’ yer gunna vent t’ me.”

A smile slips onto your face. It’s the first one all day.

“I don’t like seein’ y’ upset, love.”

You kiss his brow, hands brushing his jaw. “You make it all better, Hamish.”

[freyawrites-archive]

Yo, what's up, how you doing? I love your blog and was hoping you could do a hc about the Chocobros with a little sister that's in like her early teens. I've just been thinking about it to much and it's just to cute, it may get kill me. Well anyways, keep up the good work! See ya! Bye!

Ohaaaai!

EEEP! That sounds so cute!!! Let’s do it~

[Please excuse my inability to figure out which formatting I like for my headcanons ahahahaha /sob]

Also, Warning: Spoilers (particularly in Prompto’s section)

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Noctis -

HOO BOY.

Noctis is a super overprotective big brother. Little sister just became a teenager and is starting to go through puberty and is no longer an awkward little squirt? Nope nope nope nope nope.

DID YOU JUST LOOK AT THE PRINCE’S SISTER?! WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?! WHAT ARE YOUR INTENTIONS WITH MY LITTLE SISTER?!

Okay, maybe not to that degree… but he’s certainly perfected the “If you so much as even look at her wrong, I will end your life.”

Little sister LOVES her big brother Noctis. She probably will never be able to date or get married because no man will ever be able to meet up to her high expectations in men. She doesn’t want a man unless he’s as amazing and kind and caring and nurturing and etc. etc. etc. as Noctis.

Even now being a teenager and Noctis being an adult, little sister loves to have Noctis read her stories before bed. Lately, the stories have become more oriented toward their family ancestry and all the kings and queens who left behind their ancient weapons in deep tombs. Just as Regis relayed these stories to Noctis as a kid, Noctis loves to relay these stories to his little sister now that she’s old enough to appreciate them.

I could probably keep going for, like… ever… But let’s finish this up with a little scenario:

She pouted and Noctis brought his hand up to rub the back of his neck.

“I just don’t think it’s fair. Wouldn’t you think that Luna would want me to be there as a bridesmaid, or at least a flower girl???” she begged.

Noctis sighed and put a hand atop his sister’s head. “Believe me, if I could take you along with me, I would… But Dad really wants you in Lestallum for the women’s festival. You’re an idol to women out there, being princess and all.” It was lame, but it was something.

She sighed. “I know… I just hate that I’m gonna miss my big brother getting married…” She sounded so defeated.

Noctis stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the girl, resting his chin on top of her head.

“We’ll make sure to have a big, grand party when we get back… And you can say a speech and everything.”

She sighed and hugged her brother tighter. “…Promise?”

“I promise, princess.”

—

Prompto -

Prompto’s little sister is actually the daughter of the family that adopted him. Even though they’re not related by blood, Prompto and Little Sister are actually very very close because they’re all that each other has ever had. Mom and Dad are always off being busy, leaving the two to mostly fend for themselves. Prompto was almost more of a parent to Little Sister than anything else, and she absolutely loves her big brother.

Prompto always makes sure Little Sister has everything she needs and makes sure she eats healthy. He doesn’t want to see her follow the same road he did, with all the depression and weight gain he’d seen when he was younger. He’s also been a biiiig promoter of loving oneself and he works hard to teach Little Sister to love herself and to love her body.

Now that she’s a teen, Prompto is nervous because now she’s the age that boys will start noticing her. While he’d glad that she’s a confident young woman who loves herself, it still makes him nervous that a boy out there might try to bring her down by convincing her otherwise… But he also knows he plans to be there for her whenever possible.

Scenario time:

Prompto rushed through the door and paused as he looked around the house. The door slowly shut behind him, closing with a soft click. The house was dead silent and Prompto could feel the disappointment bubbling in his stomach, threatening to come up into his throat. Moisture filled his eyes.

He was dressed in his Crownsguard uniform he’d received that morning in preparation for escorting Prince Noctis to Altissa. He’d never imagined he’d get this sort of opportunity in his lifetime. Hell, he was even surprised that he had earned the friendship of the prince to begin with… But here he stood, dressed in the formal attire and so proud of himself…

And his parents were, once again, completely absent.

“Prompto?”

His head shot up. His little sister stood at the foot of the stairs, looking as if she’d just come down. She was still dressed in her pjs, likely lazing about since there wasn’t any school that day. She stepped out a few feet before pausing to look her brother up and down. Her eyes widened as she realized what he was wearing.

“Oh my god, is that a Crownsguard uniform?” she asked. The pure amazement in her eyes made Prompto’s heart flutter with pride and he stood tall, giving her a pose.

“Why yes, yes it is, dearest little sister,” he said before he crossed over to her. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tightly.

She reached her arms up to hug him back just as tight. “That means you’re leaving soon, huh…?”

“Yeah, chickadee… But hey…” He drew her away so he could look down at her, looking her right in the eyes. “It really means alot to me that you are here… and that I actually get to say goodbye to you and let you know I’ll be home as soon as possible.”

And she knew what he meant by all of that. So she just hugged him tight and tried not to cry.

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Gladio -

So Gladio’s had a little bit of experience in this field since he’s got Iris, though he is, by no means, actually ready for the time that his second younger sister hits puberty and starts to look freaking adorable.

This little sister is much more into the kinds of things Gladio is into. She’s always looked up to her big siblings, but she’s been more taken with action and adventure than the simple girl life that Iris has set herself to. Not to say that she doesn’t love her big sister or spending time with her… but Little Sister likes to throw a couple punches.

Gladio is proud to be able to teach her self defense, especially because it’ll help ease his worries should a guy get too handsy with her. They bond a lot from sparring and from her learning how to fight. Gladio’s especially proud when Little Sister throws a punch and it actually hurts a little.

Scenario:

“I can’t believe you’re just leaving me here all alone!” she shouted as she threw another punch.

Gladio reached up to grab her hand and twisted it behind her back until she tapped his leg with her free hand.

“You won’t be alone, drama queen,” Gladio replied as he released her, allowing her to prep herself. “You’ll have Iris.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, but Iris doesn’t like sparring,” she replied as she shifted into another fighting stance. She waited for Gladio to reciprocate before they started into a series of punching and kicking drills.

“Then maybe this will be a good opportunity for you to learn what other girls like to do. You know, start getting closer to your sister?” he chastised.

Little Sister winced and took a step back. “Hey, you make it sound like I don’t spend any time with her.”

Gladio stood straight, crossing his arms over his chest. “All I’m saying is that you can survive a few weeks spending time with Iris and learning from her while I’m gone.”

She looked down at the ground and Gladio sighed, crossing over to her. He grabbed her in a big bear hug, squeezing her tight.

“I’ll be back before you know it, kiddo.”

“I know,” she mumbled against his shirt. “I’m just really going to miss you…”

“I know, kiddo, I know,” he replied, squeezing her tighter.

—

Ignis -

Ignis and his little sister are like two peas in a pod. When he started getting interested in cooking, Little Sister was always the taste tester. This taught her to both appreciate good food as well as have a taste for it. By the time she got old enough, she was helping him out in the kitchen. When she was little, it was mostly cleanup duty and licking things of spoons. By the time she’s a teen, she’s helping him with prep work, cooking, baking, etc.

While Ignis is more of a cook, Little Sister LOVES baking. Her dream is to one day open up a cafe where Ignis is the head chef and she’s the head baker. She knows that it’s more likely for her to open a bake shop… but she loves the idea of running a business with her big brother.

At first, Ignis doesn’t realize the implications behind his darling little sister becoming a teenager until she comes home one day and starts getting right into baking something. When asked what she’s doing, she admits (with a blush) that she’s making some cookies for a boy in her class. From then on, Ignis plays the protective older brother. Let’s just hope the boy Little Sister likes doesn’t ever find himself alone with Ignis for longer than a few seconds.

Scenario:

“So… Tomorrow’s the big day, huh?”

Ignis looked up from chopping veggies to look at his younger sister. She’d come to his apartment after she’d gotten off school and Ignis had started into making her something to eat. When she spoke up, he paused to look at her.

“The day you leave…” she clarified when he didn’t say anything at first.

He nodded. “Yes, you are correct,” he replied, his tone gentle. He could see the shift in her eyes, the sadness that filled them, as she looked down at the counter again. Her fingers fiddled with a random object she’d found on the counter.

Ignis was quiet for a moment, unsure if there was even anything he could say to make her feel better. Instead, he turned to a cupboard and opened it up, reaching in to grab something.

He set a bag of flour down in front of his sister. She looked up, raising an eyebrow.

“The ingredients for those cupcakes you like… they’re in the fridge.”

A small smile touched her lips as she stood up and went to gather said ingredients. Ignis continued to cook while his sister gathered her baking needs and started into her own work. The two worked quickly and quietly together.

Soon, a full meal and frosted cupcakes sat on the counter in front of them. Instead of reaching out for a plate, though, Little Sister turned to wrap her arms around her brother’s middle. Ignis’s arms immediately wrapped back around the girl, squeezing her tight.

“We won’t be gone long… So I trust you will make sure to eat healthy in my absence… And I look forward to your world famous cheesecake when I get back.”

A warm smile came to her lips even as the tears filled her eyes and she squeezed her brother just as tight.