#it's also past my bedtime so that probably doesn't help.

[quick-drawn]

starter. ↪ @colecassiidy

It's a one-hundred year old farm house — the floorboards bend and warp with the weather, branches from century-old oaks prod at shingles and scratch at siding with each gust of WIND, outdated copper pipe whines under the pressure of modern appliances — it's OLD. There's gonna be weird creaks and shadows in the middle of the night.

THIS, however, was not any of that. He was sure of it.

The unnatural clink of METAL clattering to the floor is what initially woke him from his sleep, Colton unable to ignore the odd domino-effect of clamor that followed. Something, or someone, had made it into the house — and he wasn't gonna wait around upstairs for them to find him first.

Peacekeeper is instinctively grabbed from his nightstand, held in clammy hands as he slowly made his way through the house. Each step down the two story staircase was a gamble whether or not it'd expose his approach with an ill timed SQUEAK. They hadn't been here long enough for him to learn such details of the old farm house — hardly long enough for them to even receive the first utility bill. Him and his mother, besides the house, they had nothing. He couldn't imagine what they were here looking for — what would be worth making so much of a ruckus over,

— worth risking your life over, his finger settling liberally over the trigger as he made it off the last step.

Drawers shuffled open and closed, still unpacked cardboard boxes slid across hardwood floors — though he grew closer to the intruder, the sound seemed to grow DISTANT, the pounding in his chest moving up to his ears until all he could hear was his own shallow, shaky breaths. He didn't want to do this — but he doesn't give himself enough time to back down.

Turning the corner with revolver leveled, the click of the hammer should be enough to get their attention, but he can't make out a face in the dark of the night. "Don't fuckin' move." said loud enough for the trespasser to hear, but hopefully quiet enough to not wake his mother upstairs. He'd rather resolve this PEACEFULLY — and without anymore blood to stain his hands...

" — 'fraid you've got th'wrong house." He takes one more step closer, just enough to see their hands over the counter — just enough to pull his stomach into an anxious knot...

"Whatever you're lookin' for AIN'T HERE. Stand up."

[brattyspence]

fate, and other lies | s. reid

what moon songs do you sing your babies? / what sunshine do you bring? / who belongs / who decides who's crazy / who rights wrongs where others cling?

- Luna - The Smashing Pumpkins

summary : girldad!spencer who can't seem to find a logical reason why he was given the chance to be a father

tags : religion/religious questioning, mentions of the science/religion gap, spencer is a girl dad duh, his daughter's name is charlotte, sorry charlottes of cmblr, nerdy daughter, she's cute, spirituality, moon phases, fluff, no mention on y/n

a/n : thank u to @cherrriesinthespring for helping me not delete this entire draft. idk if this makes sense but i don't care!! this is my blog!!! general disclaimer idgaf what religion you subscribe to! spencer wouldn't gaf either! this is fiction!

words: 1.3k+

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Spencer is a man of science.

He has always been that way. He's never believed in the after life, or superstitions, or twin flames. He doesn't buy into astrological signs, or the idea of a past life. Manifestation doesn't happen. Religion abandoned him from a young age, and even if it hadn't, he's sure he’s read enough scientific literature to ruin the concept for himself eternally.

Fate is what it is; a series of events caused by a series of events. There is no luck–just probability– and if he's learned anything from his years of life, the odds are stacked against him.

It's dark inside the nursery, aside from the smattering of glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and the soft, warm glow of light reflecting off the smattering of space themed decorations filling the space. There's planets and stars, and somewhere among the chaos, a picture frame with the moon phase from the day Charlotte was born.

This does make sense. It's logical. Spencer Reid’s daughter, not yet three, who has taken an interest in science. Space, that is. Planets and stars and moons. And not in the way that many children are, focusing on astronauts and aliens, but a real, tangible interest. She asks questions with answers she's too young to comprehend, but she listens. The thirst of knowledge that drove Spencer to where he is today is somewhere inside her, too.

Charlotte’s cheek is tucked up against his chest, the warmth of her skin radiating against him. Tiny fingers wrap and unwrap themselves from the hem of his shirt, mindlessly toying with the material while she takes in the pages of the book propped against his knee. It's far past her bedtime, and while she should be tired, Spencer can just make out the movement of her eyes from the light reflecting off of them in the dim room.

“The moon does not produce it’s own light,” Spencer reads. “The moon reflects sunlight off its surface, which is what makes it shine at night. Depending on the position of the moon and earth, we can see the various phases of the moon.”

He turns the page carefully, placing the book back into its position without stirring Charlotte from her spot.

“Scientists use the phases of the moon for many different reasons. The moon helps us see the passage of time. It's phases also influence the tides. Some cultures believe the phases of the moon can predict other things about our lives.”

Spencer is well aware that Charlotte is too young to understand most of the book. She will grasp some things, like pictures and certain words. He doesn't expect much to stick.

“Do you know what that means?” He asks, smoothing back a stray curl from her face. “To predict something?”

Charlotte’s eyes momentarily glance up from their focus on the page. With her cheek still smashed against his chest, she shakes her head slightly.

“Predicting means we make a guess about something. A really good guess. So if we predict the future, we make a guess about what the future will be like.”

“The moon guesses what the future is like?”

“Not exactly,” he smiles. He sighs, searching for the words to explain such a concept to her. “The moon doesn't guess. We make a guess. We can look at the moon, and make a guess about the future based on its phase. But it's just a guess. No one really knows what will happen.”

Charlotte scooches herself up a bit, eyes still studying the page. He can tell she's formulating questions that he will struggle to answer.

“How do we know what the moon thinks?”

Spencer chuckles. “We don't know. But some people like to believe we do. So someone, a very long time ago, made up their own ideas about what the moon is trying to tell us. Look at this page.

He flips again to a new page, one that includes a picture of each moon phase. It only takes him a moment to locate what he's looking for.

“Do you recognize this moon?”

“That's my moon,” she nods. “What does the moon think about me?”

The logical side of Spencer knows not to feed into this. He knows how important it is to raise children who believe in science. One day, when she's older, he can explain to her why astrology, moon phases, superstition, and other similar things aren't rooted by science. But today he can play along.

“According to this book, waning crescent babies are very wise, empathetic, and introspective. They are good listeners, too.”

“I'm a good listener.”

“You are,” he chuckles. “But it's just a guess. It's just for fun.”

“Which moon is your moon?” She asks, tilting her head back to see him.

He sighs, but a smile is still present somewhere in his features.

“This one,” he says. “Waning gibbous.”

“You have a big moon, and I have a little moon.”

Charlotte's fingers run across the textured surface of the page for a moment as she absorbs the new information. Spencer is almost certain she's distracted herself with something else when she points back at the page.

“If we put our moons together, we could have a full moon.”

He looks down, back at her ever curious gaze. Her eyes, ones that mirror his nearly exactly, are seemingly searching his as if he has all the answers.

“I guess we would,” he nods.

“Is that because you're my dad?” She asks. “Does everyone’s moon match their dad?”

“No, honey. It's just a coincidence.”

His logical reasoning should remind him that there is no meaning in the phase of the moon, aside from the passage of time and positioning of the earth. But it's hard to ignore when this coincidence is just so big.

Charlotte tucks her head back against him, her cheeks squished to his chest. This is how every night ends for them. Spencer awkwardly sitting on her toddler sized bed, and Charlotte's entire body tucked up against his like she was meant to be there.

Part of him is convinced that she is meant to be there. And not only by way of a father and daughter relationship-of course he's responsible for her. But this, he believes, goes beyond obligation. Out of everything that's ever gone right for him, he's never had something that is so deeply correct. Something that comes so naturally, that he's not only good at, but also feels more whole for being a part of.

Moments like this remind him of just how strange it is to be someone’s father. And not just anyone, but Charlotte’s. Charlotte who looks just like him, acts just like him, and adds bits of his personality to her own every day. Charlotte who repeatedly chooses to be near him, to seek his comfort, and to trust him.

Spencer doesn't seek meaning in things. He's never been one to do that. But it's hard to resist the urge, particularly in moments like this. He hears it in the soft sound of his calloused hands running over the back of her pajama shirt. A callous from the pen he uses to sign paperwork, admitting faults in his own skills in the field. Another from the gun he carries that has been responsible for more deaths than he can count. Hands that navigated through his darkest of days, meanest of moments, and lowest of points. Hands littered with evidence that fate never should have led him here. But he also knows there are some things science just can't explain.

When he finally closes the book, she’ll already be fast asleep. He’ll tuck her back in, turn on her nightlight, and kiss her goodnight at least more time, even though she won't remember it. She's already asleep. His job is already done. Still, the fact that he's found himself lucky enough to defy every odd and wake up every morning to be her father is enough of a reason for him to buy into the idea that maybe, just maybe, there is something greater out there.

As far as he's concerned, she's enough reason to believe.

credit to @strangergraphics-archive for dividers

[jejelovescats]

My analysis on Spy X Family chapter 111

well uhm today's chapter was something initially I though the chapter was too short to write about, but we did get valuable information, and writing isn't only about the present, it's also about the past and future so I've been thinking about this for a few hours and here's what I've found. First point I'd like to make was way back in chapter 1, we got a very brief introduction about Anya, it was stated that she was an unintentional consequence of research experiments and that she had later escaped the facility.

Now since the chapter was quite short, many statements I make can be far-fetched. Alright now, when they said, "unintentional consequence of research experiments" they could've simply meant that the woman (who Anya refers to as "mama") could have just gotten pregnant and called that "unintentional consequence" and when stated "research experiments" they could have simply meant her mother. Now I said "the woman who Anya refers to as "mama"," because she could still be a woman who Anya has grown fond of and called 'mama', this is quite unlikely and I believe that she is her biological mother, still just a thought Now we ask ourselves, in chapter 111, was that a lab? my answer: yes, I do quite think so why? if you look closely, on the back of both Anya and her (probably) biological mother, there are strings holding the dress from behind like a lot of hospital clothing..

And one panel that really stood out to me was this one. Some people theorized previously that if Anya were to have a biological parent, they'd be the reason of her being held captive in the lab. This has been debunked after today's chapter. It seems that Anya's biological mother wanted freedom just as much Anya did, she's a victim in this too. Another point I'd like to make is that Anya's mother probably helped free Anya (as stated in chapter one, all it said was that she escaped, doesn't mean no one helped her) since she knew she couldn't escape herself. The symbolism is symbolizing 🙂‍↕️

Now this is where we ask ourselves, where is Anya's mom? my answer: Probably dead. Why else would she have cried on the interview day? She appeared to be very close to her mother in today's chapter and it would explain her tears. She could also just be trapped in the lab, but I find the first explanation more logical, even though they're both a possibility, that's just my opinion.

Something else, are Anya's powers inherited? probably, they could have messed up with the mother's DNA and passed it on to Anya, and they experimented further on Anya to further develop her powers Last thing, the hair. we saw in chapter 1 that Anya had her hair in buns, as well as today with her mother, and present Anya always has those cone shaped hairpieces on her hair, we've never seen her without them. why? no idea I've gathered a bunch of theories that are plausible 1) they have some type/form of horns hidden underneath their buns 2) scars now the scars would make sense for 2 reasons 1) Donovan, who's probably a mind reader (though we can't verify Melinda as an accurate source) has scars on his head as well, now even though the placement isn't the same, they're still scars. 2) They want to convince their selves they're normal people

hear me out. A woman and her daughter are both trapped in a lab, being experimented on, they have scars, won't hiding them give them some sense of normalcy?

And also, the fact that Anya asked Yor if she could read her mind, the poor kid is looking for anything that might remind her of her mother, in the chapter, her face wasn't shown, just like Loid's flashback. I also noticed while Anya was dreaming that she held bond quite tightly, I think that's because she was trying to hold out to her mother.

well, I did NOT expect to write this much given the length of the chapter😂 can you tell that this was VERY rushed? Since loid did mention that she was sleeping before her bedtime, that probably means that when Anya sleeps again, she'll dream of her mother once again. well, that's me rambling! hope you enjoyed! please feel free to share your thoughts or any more thoughts you might have! okay but isn't baby Anya just adorable? SEE Y'ALL IN 2 WEEKS<333

[blindmagdalena]

I always wonder how Homelander would be as a step-father like reader having a kid from a previous relationship. A small toddler or kid either way.

Him being family oriented and all but probably would've like having his own kids.

But he would be 'the father that stepped up' since I imagine him being a bit put off by the kid but slowly liking the little gremlin. The kid picking up his habits or following him around asking him just questions and he would gladly answer.

And the slip from Homelander to Dad would make him so smug and rub it in the baby daddy of the reader being like 'I'm his/her Dad you are leftovers'. And now he's reading the kid bedtime stories, playing with them, and taking them on some flying patrols.

Like...my heart man...

Homelander doesn't exactly have a great track record with other people's kids 😂 he let the last one blow up.

but i do think he'd be receptive to a blended family situation, especially if he has Ryan. the chances of him having biological children are apparently so astronomically slim they genuinely thought he was infertile, so he's not in a position to be picky about where said kids come from.

he's too stunted to ever really be a particularly great parent/role model himself, but i do think he would have a lot of fun with kids. his inner child is severely neglected, and interacting with kids can be a really great way to help remedy that to some extent.

just don't like...... expect him to have the emotional capacity necessary to actually raise said children.

also yeah, whoever the dad was is now fully past tense.

[cod-dump]

Trouble (teen!Ghost au)

___

They weren't bad kids but they were easily influenced.

"Don't your dads drink?" Alejandro pressed, Rudy rolling his eyes when he continued on the matter.

"Ale, don't be a bad influence."

"I'm not a bad influence! But come on- No parents in the house and we're just to behave?"

Simon never felt the need to impress Alejandro. They became friends a few weeks after Alejandro first moved here and went to their school. How? He's not sure but he considers himself stuck with the boy. It didn't matter if he wasn't 'cool' like Alejandro.

But Kyle? He was confident, but he was a bit shy around Rudy. Alex being there in the mix didn't help.

"I mean- Dad has a bottle of whisky downstairs in the basement. For when work gets a bit difficult."

"Oh, whisky?"

Alejandro perked up and Rudy showed interest, it was too late for Simon to stop Kyle.

"No- That's Dad's. He'll know if we go down there! Besides, I'm not drinking with Gary in the house!"

Gary was currently downstairs in the living room with Farah, both deciding to binge watch a bunch of Disney movies until bedtime. Alejandro just snorted.

"We'll be up here, away from the bichito."

Alex decided to join in, not helping the situation despite clearly trying to, "Doesn't Nik drink? Could grab from his stash since he's much more laid back."

This encouraged Kyle who silenced Simon before he could speak, "He has this special vodka he gets imported from Russia! But we don't know where he hides it, he doesn't even like sharing it with Dad."

Alejandro sighs, "Special vodka sounds killer..."

Rudy wasn't much involved in the conversation, just silently judging his boyfriend. Simon was mostly stunned by this rebellious nature Kyle was showing. Drinking? He was sixteen!

"Bro-"

Kyle stood up just then, "Then I'll go grab the whisky."

Simon immediately grabbed Kyle's sleeve and dragged him back to the floor.

"No! Are you crazy!?"

"C'mon, Si. Just a sip."

"No no-"

Simon couldn't stop Kyle. He was already out the room, jumping over Riley and narrowly dodging a very confused Smokey. Alejandro was laughing, mostly from disbelief. Kyle Price was a good child, where was this coming from?

Simon was going to kill him if their father didn't.

"Wow-"

"Ale I'm killing you later."

"Not my fault! You know I tease!"

Simon groans and gets off the floor. He had to get Kyle before he broke something or successfully stole their dad's whisky. He couldn't even imagine the old man's heartbreak at the discovery of not just his baby boy growing up but also adopting a rebellious phase. It would certainly kill him.

Simon was in the hall when Riley started barking excitedly. He ran past him whining and went straight down the stairs. Then Alex called out worriedly.

"There's a car in the driveway- I THINK IT'S YOUR DAD OH GOD-"

Alejandro cusses and jumps up, "Oh Kyle is so dead."

Simon, without thinking, grabs his phone and goes to call Kyle, Thankfully the nerd was never without his phone.

"Si, I'm already down here you can't stop me-"

"Dad's home early!"

Kyle was quiet before he spoke in a hushed tone, "Can you distract him?"

"Kyle-"

"Simon I am rethinking every decision I ever made right now please distract him."

Simon cusses, "Fine! I mean, you're only in trouble if you get caught."

Simon rushes downstairs while Alex, Alejandro, and Rudy stay where they are, probably waiting to see how this ends without getting caught in the crossfire. Right there in the living room was John, petting Riley while Farah and Gary sat on the couch, curled up in blankets with pillows and snacks.

"Back already?"

"For a moment, date night is still on just need to drop this file off."

In his office. Downstairs. Where Kyle is.

Simon ran into the living room and jumped at his father, the man wheezing at the sudden embrace from his son.

"What's with the hug? And when did you get so big?" John said with a light chuckle in his voice, arm around Simon's shoulders and a hand in his hair.

Simon didn't respond to the question, just squeezed onto John's middle, Riley whining at their feet. Farah immediately caught on that something was going on. John also caught on but immediately leaning into something had upset Simon and the teen didn't want to talk about it.

"Si... is everything okay?"

Simon wasn't sure if playing into him being upset was even safe. Running to his father the moment he walked in the door when his friends were staying over? Simon didn't want to risk John assuming they did something.

"Just... missed my old man. You could die any minute so I need to appreciate you whenever I can."

Farah's jaw dropped, dumbfounded, while Gary was absorbed in Finding Nemo and couldn't care less. John cared, the statement of course was alarming.

"Uh, do we need to talk? Nik will survive if we cancel date night."

Simon remained still, eyes wide. Was stirring the pot that was Simon's mental state worth preventing his father from catching his brother trying to steal a bottle of whisky?

I fucking suck at distracting people.

"I... Just love my dad."

Oh that didn't help.

"That settles it. I'm putting this paperwork away and you and me are gonna have a little talk."

FUCK FUCK FUCK-

"I can put it away," enter Nik. Simon certainly didn't have enough arm strength to hold bother men.

"UH- THE BASEMENT IS HAUNTED."

Farah blinked before she made a conclusion in her head. She calmly stood up, taking her blanket and tucking Gary in to the couch before she fast walked into the hall, out of sight but certainly not out of mind.

"... what are you kids up to?"

"Not even going to entertain the haunted bit?" honestly Simon was disappointed by that. Not even Nik took a bite at that.

"I'm not scared of ghosts, малыш."

Nik walked past them, taking the paperwork that laid on the end table as he went. Simon tried to pull away from John with the intention of jumping Nik, but his father kept a firm hold on him.

Gary was no longer watching the TV and instead was staring at Simon and John. Great, now he was more entertaining than Finding Nemo. This was a shit distraction.

"Simon. What's going on? Be honest."

Simon didn't get a chance to get a word out before Nik returned. With Kyle. Kyle was staring at the floor in shame when Nik held up John's whisky. As predicted, John was heartbroken.

"Kyle? No-"

"I... was curious..."

"You-"

John squeezed Simon and Simon feared his father's sanity.

"You were helping him?" Oh he sounded truly betrayed.

"I tried stopping him!"

"Oh you did an excellent job," Nik said with a laugh. He shut up when John looked at him with fire in his eyes.

"... I said I would buy you a nice liquor cabinet but no, you didn't want to be perceived as that kind of father."

"You-"

"-could've avoided this."

John scoffed and Simon clocked Nik trying to defuse the situation by turning the attention onto him. He had released Kyle who backed behind him.

"Simon. Go take Gary and Kyle to your room. I need to have a word with Nikolai.

Nik, for his credit, didn't flinch at the use of his full name. Simon parted from his father and grabbed Gary, who thankfully didn't fight him and just went along with him. He slipped past Nik and Kyle followed without word.

They darted upstairs and after a minute Riley followed. They didn't hear yelling, John and Nik weren't the types to yell. Simon predicted they would focus on the liquor cabinet comment before actually talking about what Kyle did or attempted to do. Either way things would be fine in the morning just awkward.

When they slipped into Simon's room Alex and Farah were there, Farah sitting on the bed while Alex was still on the beanbag.

"Uh, where is Ale and Rudy?"

"Oh they climbed out your window not long after you ran downstairs. They didn't want to be involved in Kyle's punishment."

Oh those assholes.

"Smart for Ale. His dad would murder him if Dad called him about picking him up."

"Didn't he drive here?"

"Ale's dad has towed his car before to ground him."

Alex thought Simon was joking and laughed. Simon wasn't joking.

Kyle couldn't find any humor in the situation and walked over to Alex, slumping onto the beanbag and shoving Alex to the floor.

"Oh why did I do that..."

Farah, having been filled in by Alex, rolls her eyes, "You're a boy, a natural idiot. Seriously, if you guys wanted a drink you should've had Ale go buy you something."

Silence.

Then Kyle sat up, "I'm going to kill Alejandro."

___

Why Johnny or Hong-Jin weren't there? Johnny went to Scotland to his material grandmother and Hong-Jin? Hong-Jin has a gaming tournament. Couldn't figure out how to fit these facts into the drabble but didn't want them to remain unknown lol

[amomentsescape]

Hey, in a school play thats coming up in a few months and just got back from practice. Feeling super exhausted and under pressure cause I might have to miss a dress rehearsal for an important field trip and I dont want the teacher to be disappointed be like "oh my God that upping bitch ditched the 2nd dress rehearsal to go on some stupid field trip" (leaving this is an almost unreadable color so if it gets made I dont have to see that part and feel anxious again) so can I request slashers with a significant other in that situation and they support them all through it, the anxiety, lines, and coming home super exhausted and feeling discouraged all leading up to the play? Cause its still somthing they're determined and wanna do? Thanks in advance if you decide to write this then ill be rereading it till the play is over and maybe after it. Its probably dumb my feelings about it all seem stupid but I'm nerodivergent and things are just extra for me then most people.

Slashers with Overwhelmed! Reader That's in a School Play

Includes: Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, Stu, Vincent, Bo, & Lester

A/N: Hey, your feelings are very much valid no matter the situation! Thank you for sending in your request, and I hope you find some rest soon <3

Freddy Krueger

He's grown a bit concerned over the past couple of weeks

Seeing you show up in his world with that exhausted look on your face wasn't something he liked to see

Has listened to you rant about the situation while he just held you

But he's also been there to keep you going even when you thought about giving up

If you need help with lines and preparing, he's happy to be of assistance!

Can literally morph the world into a stage for you

Anything that makes you feel a little more at ease is worth it

And he'll happily keep you in his world for however long you desire

Something about being with him helps you get the rest you've so desperately needed recently

Michael Myers

He honestly doesn't understand what the big deal is at first

You're stressed from the busy schedule? Then quit the play

But once you express how important it is to you and why you want to stick with it, he takes a little pity on you

Doesn't really help with lines or anything

But whenever you need some alone time, Michael is happy to oblige

If you need to rant, Michael is willing to lend an ear

It might not look like he's listening, but he is

He has offered to "get rid" of your problem a few times

Which you quickly said no to

Overall, he may not be the most supportive person to go to, but he does his best to be there for you in his own way

Jason Voorhees

Jason has already gotten used to the routine now

In fact, whenever you come home, he already has a fluffy blanket laid out on the couch for you along with a warm beverage

Forces you to take at least 5 minutes to sit down and chill

Even if you protest, Jason refuses to let you jump straight into more work

If you're feeling particularly anxious, he's more than happy to hold you or just sit beside you and rub your back

He's happy to help you with anything you need too

He's not the best at giving lines since he's not much of a talker...

But he's very good at following along with your script and giving you a nod if you memorized something correctly

He cares a lot about your wellbeing, so whatever will help you out is what Jason wants to do

Thomas Hewitt

He's also become a bit worried about you recently

He just hates seeing you look so worn out all of the time

Happily makes you dinner and snacks when you get home since he knows you appreciate not having to do it all yourself

He'll also run you a warm bath on evenings when you are particularly stressed out

He admires your dedication for sure, he just doesn't want you to burn out

Will not let you stay up late either

The moment it's bedtime, he makes you go to bed

It doesn't matter if you protest or not

He knows rest is important, and he'll happily lie right on top of you to make sure you don't get up from the mattress

Bubba Sawyer

Every time you come home looking worried, Bubba is all over you

He's hugging you, holding your hand, and even following you around like a puppy the whole night

He hates seeing you as anything but happy

Will do crazy charades and dances to get you to smile

He's also been stalking up on a lot of your favorite snacks and candies so that you always have something for a little more energy

He also cares a lot about you getting enough rest too

If you ever try to pull an all-nighter or stay up late in order to practice your lines, Bubba is right there with you

And seeing him forcing himself to stay awake just ends up guilting you into finally going to bed

He may seem innocent, but Bubba knows how to persuade you when he deems necessary

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms also recommends just quitting the play at first

It seems to be stressing you out too much, and he hates spending so much time away from you

But when you tell him that this is all important to you, he gives in

He'll (begrudgingly) go through lines with you and help you memorize them

Reassures you that everything will be fine and work out

Is happy to give you as many cuddles and kisses as you want in order to help you feel better

He still expects you to follow the rules list

But he's willing to be fairly lenient if you really need it

Norman Bates

He's very sweet and understanding about the whole situation

Doesn't even question why you're still doing everything even with all the stress

Meets you at the door each night and grabs your things, putting them aside

Has dinner already prepared for you

And he's happy to help you with lines or anything else you need!

He's actually the one who offered

If he sees that you're feeling extra stressed, he urges you to tell him what you're thinking

He refuses to let you bottle up your worries

He always responds with reassurances or advice depending on what you want

Billy Loomis

Believe it or not but Billy has had a little experience in theatre back in his day

He's a heartthrob; he always got cast in good roles

He's actually good at acting too and makes learning your lines feel a lot more legit

Even helps you with the delivery of the lines as well

He waits for you to come to him if you need anything

Advice, cuddles, questions, you name it

If you need it, just ask, and he'll be happy to supply

If anyone gives you a particularly hard time, Billy will go have a "talk" with them

Don't worry, he won't kill anyone

Well, unless you ask

Stu Macher

Stu somehow always makes a stressful situation better

If you need help with lines, he'll go all out

Will throw on random clothes and grab just about anything to use as a prop

Delivers his lines with such charisma that you'd think he was Shakespeare

He pushes you to take frequent breaks when you can

A nice walk outside, a little TV sesh, or even going to get some ice cream real quick are all frequent suggestions made by Stu

He admires your passion for what you're doing, he just doesn't want you to push yourself too hard

Every night while in bed, he's there whispering reassurances to you and telling you how proud he is for what you're doing

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent really wants to help, he just doesn't know how

But the moment you ask anything of him, he'll jump on it immediately

Brings you water and food frequently while you're busy

And on overwhelming days, he already has your bags and meals prepped for you so you can just head right out the door

Makes sure you're asleep every night before he'll even let himself rest

He also offers a lot of physical reassurance too if you need it

His hand on top of yours, gentle back rubs, and long hugs are all done if you initiate them

He really focuses on taking care of you and making sure you're not exhausting yourself too much

Bo Sinclair

It honestly pisses him off

You coming home each night feeling anxious and looking so tired makes Bo angry at your school

Would really love to invite your teacher over to have a "talk" about everything

But he knows you'd never allow that

Will help you with lines if you insist

He's not very good at it, but the sentiment is there

His help is really focused on the practical

He makes sure you eat dinner, drink enough water, get enough sleep, etc.

He's not much of a cuddler, but that definitely changes when you're going through a tough time

He's very much looking forward to when the play is finally done

Lester Sinclair

He always gives you lots of compliments

"You're such a hard-worker" "I know you're gonna do great" "It'll be all worth it"

Will give you a ride to wherever you need to go whenever you need to get there

Will spoil you quite a bit during this time too

Multiple bags of snacks, new comfy clothes, late night drives around the town, etc.

Whatever he can do to make you feel better, he wants to do it

He worries a lot about you though

So there will be a few times when you're the one needing to reassure him that you're alright

[genderlessjacky]

Dandys world HC because oh my god why does this dumb stupid Roblox game have such a chokehold on me (also these are all pre twisteds and all in Gardenview unless I mention it) (also mostly toodles , Shrimpo and Rodger bc I love them so much you don't even understand right now) (PT. 2) (PT.1) 9 . Toodles is the perfect duality of not knowing how to spell restaurant but can recite Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen by heart because Rodger probably read that to her as a bedtime story 10 . Toodles and Shrimpo have matching bite marks from each other , its like a friendship bracelet if you will 11 . okay this is mostly based on a fanfic I read and it was adorable but whenever its like midnight or past midnight and Toodles and Shrimpo cant sleep but they didn't want to bother Rodger/he is busy with a case , they will go to the shared kitchen for the toons bc 90% of the time Cosmo and Sprout are awake baking tmrs food and Shrimpo will piggyback Toodles to the kitchen and sit down and order a hot chocolate or herbal tea , Shrimpo and Sprout will share their 10th glare of the day and Toodles will play a bit with Cosmo while Shrimpo prepares his own herbal tea because he doesn't trust sprout not to poison it and play with Toodles and her plush toy dog , a few weeks of this and Cosmo starts to prepare crayons just in case they come here again 12 . Toodles calls Shrimpo 'popo' to get on his nerves and got nearly choked out for it before Shrimpo accepted his new reality , anyone else who uses this name will meet his brick 12.2 . on the same note , Shrimpo calls Toodles 'toots' 13 . Looey is 100% fun uncle who wears Hawaiian shirts energy and Gigi is the cool aunt that teaches Toodles how to gamble AND YES I KNOW NONE OF THESE ARE CANON!! AND THAT SHRIMPO IS PROBABLY LIKE 20+ YEARS OLD IN CANON.... but I cant help it he gives he gives me 'angry teenage son who listens to twenty one pilots way too much' energy 😭

[lovinbarzal]

GREATEST LOVE STORY | TZ11

trevor zegras x hughes! sister

masterlist | everytime this silly little country song plays, i can't help but think of trevor!!! idk why but i do lol | part two

They said I was nothing but a troublemaker never up to no good / You were the perfect all American girl wouldn't touch me even if you could

October 2017

Trevor Zegras. Team USA's playboy. Y/N Hughes. Team USA's Golden Girl aka Jack's sister.

The Hughes twins only ever had one rule for each other, FRIENDS ARE OFF LIMITS!. Y/n never had trouble with that rule.

Until Trevor Zegras came into play. Trevor was Jack's best friend and line mate.

The two met in their junior year. Y/n was studying in the living room with The Maze Runner playing in the background. It was quiet in the house. Quinn was at UMICH, her parents were having a date night, and Luke was upstairs probably playing video games. She was enjoying the peace until a group of 5 boys came running into the house. She knew all of them. Matt Boldy, Cole Caufield, Alex Turcotte, her brother, and- Wait...She thought. Who was this other guy?

"Jack!" Y/n exclaimed as the boys jumped all onto the couches crushing her exam books.

"Yes?" Jack innocently turned to his sister who glared at him.

"Mom said no friends." Y/n scolded crossing her arms.

"Hey guys!" Luke said coming down the stairs but was quick to stop as he saw Y/n's glare.

"Luke Warren Hughes, it is past your bedtime. Get your ass back to your room." The boy slowly turned to walk up the stairs before Jack stepped in.

"Luke, it's fine. Come on." Jack waved the boy down before Y/n punched his shoulder.

"No, Jack. I am not getting in trouble because of you." Y/n shook her head.

"Come on, dude. Take a chill pill." The unknown boy said.

"Do I know you? Didn't think so. Do you live here? Also didn't think so. Luke, go to your room." Y/n said pointing to his room.

"Be nice to my friends." Jack said as Luke went up the stairs.

"Whatever, Jack. I'm going upstairs." Y/n gathered her things before turning to the known boy, "I'm sorry for my comments earlier but never disrespect me in my own house."

"Goodnight Alex, Matt, and Cole. Fuck you, Jack." And with that the girl was already gone and up the stairs. Trevor watched as she walked up the stairs.

"What's up with her? She's usually nice." Matt asked as Jack went to change the tv.

"She's probably got a stick up her ass." Jack answered.

"I like it." Trevor said with a goofy smile on his face.

"Good luck with that, Trev. Jack never lets her date any of his teammates plus it looks like she already doesn't like you." Alex said pulling his phone out.

"I love a challenge." Trevor shrugged looking to Jack who rolled his eyes, "Come on, Jack. Let me be the exception."

"What? No. Plus she hates you and doesn't even know your name." Jack explained as he continued to flip through movies.

"How do you know she hates me?" Trevor exclaimed sitting up from his seat.

"She only apologizes after saying something to tell somaeone off if she dislikes you." Cole clarified with a shrug.

"Come on, man. Give me your blessing, Hughesy." Trevor got on his knees in front of the blond.

"Fine, Zegrase. If she falls for you than you have my blessing to date her." Jack shook his head before clicking play on Fast and Furious.

"Yes!" Trevor said pumping his fist in the air.

"Can't believe he just gave a TEAMMATE permission to date his sister." Cole said to Alex.

"That's cause she's not gonna fall for him. They're too different." Jack said as Trevor was doing a happy dance.

God, did Jack hope he was right.

But you was sneaking out your window everynight riding shotgun in my car / We go to the river and find us a spot and we probably went a little too far

Two Weeks Later

"Come on, Y/N/N. One chance! Please!" Trevor begged as Y/n shut her locker.

"No, Trevor." In the last two weeks, she learned his name and was constantly dodging his attempts to get with her. She knew his reputation.

"Please. I'm begging!" He said following her as she walked to her next class.

"Ugh! Fine! One date! That's it. One chance. Don't screw it up." She said before walking into her class. His smile widened as he walked to his class that he shared with Alex.

"What's got you so smiley?" Before Trevor could answer honestly, he received a text.

From: Y/N/N 💓

don't tell anyone. if we're doing this, we're doing it secretly.

"Oh, nothing." He said before replying.

To: Y/N/N💓

whatever you want, doll😉

From: Y/N/N💓

never use that emoji again.

He smiled as he put his phone in his pocket.

From: Trevor Zegras🫤

i'm outside

Y/n took a small breath before climbing out of her window.

She walked down the street to where she told Trevor to park. She wished she brought a jacket as it was cold. She saw Trevor sitting in his car looking at his phone.

He smiled when he saw her walk up to his car.

"Hey." She said getting into the car.

"Hi." He said with a giddy grin.

"Where are we going?" She asked putting her seat belt on.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out." He said pulling out from his parking spot.

"Can I play some music?" She asked reaching for the aux cord. Trevor nodded. She played her shared playlist that she had with her brothers thinking Trevor would like some of the songs but of course the first one to play was Taylor Swift's Speak Now.

"Oh my god." Trevor exclaimed as Y/n's eye widened with worry thinking he didn't like the song, "I love Taylor Swift."

Trevor reached to turn the song up and sang along. Y/n watched with a smile. Maybe going on this date with him wouldn't be too bad.

The two continued to sing along to the songs before reaching their destination.

"The Lake?" She questioned looking at the lake in front of her.

"I thought we could have a picnic." He said reaching into his backseat for the basket and blanket.

"And here's this." He added handing her one of his USA hoodies. "You looked cold."

She took the jacket with a smile before putting it on.

"Thanks." The two got out of the car.

Y/n slipped her hand into Trevors making his smile widen as a blush overtook her cheeks.

The two found a spot and ate the snacks that Trevor had packed. The two found themselves getting lost in conversation.

"Thanks for this." Trevor said looking at the girl.

"For what? You're the one who planned everything." She said tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

"For saying yes." He said making the girl blush.

"I'm sorry for being so mean to you." She said scooting closer to him.

"It's ok. I was also a bit annoying." He said as the two leaned in.

"It's a bit annoying that you haven't kissed me yet." She said before slamming her lips on his. A simple kissed turned into a make-out which led to more.

By the time Y/n snuck back into her room, it was time for her to get back up for volleyball practice but she didn't even care how tired she was. She was more focused on what was to come with the boy.



Cause I was gonna be your forever / You were gonna be my wife // But I was what you wanted you were what I needed / And we could meet in between / We were gonna be the greatest love story this town had ever seen

Thanksgiving Day 2017

"We need to tell Jack." Trevor said to the girl as she walked back into her room. He was laying on her bed.

"Are you sure?" She said plopping next to him.

"Positive." He said pulling her close to him.

The two sat in silence until she broke it, "You're gonna be my forever"

"And you're gonna be my wife." He replied.

"So you're for real about telling Jack." Trevor nodded and Y/n sat up.

"Let's tell him tomorrow, then. Quinn comes home tonight so then if Jack tries to kill you, Quinn will be there to stop him." She said making her laugh.

"He actually said I had his blessing." Trevor said with a smile.

"Did he really?" She asked with her brows furrowed.

"Yeah. That night I met you. I knew you would be mine." Trevor said pulling her back down next to him.

"We are gonna be the greatest love story this town has ever seen" He said kissing her temple.

So you went off to college and I got a job I was working that 9 to 5

The Draft Day ended up coming faster than the two had thought. The two had been avoiding the question of what would happen when Trevor gets drafted to Anaheim.

Y/n had been accepted to UMich and Trevor was gonna play for Boston before going to the Ducks.

Y/n sat next to Jack while Trevor sat a couple rows back. Y/n was a wear a simple black dress with heels and her hair was pinned back in a half up half down look.

She turned in her sear and sent Trevor a smile as the ceremony started.

As expected, Jack went first overall to the New Jersey Devils. He hugged his twin as soon as his name was called.

Then came the moment that the couple was dreading, Trevor Zegras went 9th overall for the Ducks. As Trevor came down the stairs, Y/n met him and took his jacket as well as gave him a hug.

"We'll talk later." He whispered in her ear and she nodded as he made his way to the stage.

Screaming for the days when you were coming back, no couldn't come to soon

The two called it quits the next day. Trevor was playing for Anaheim and Y/n was studying to become a nurse in Michigan.

The two both knew it had to happen so it was mutual but that didn't mean it didn't hurt the two any less.

They partied that night as if everything was gonna be okay.

They knew fate would bring them back together because both of them knew they were gonna be the greatest love story the world has ever seen.

[eris-snow]

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Tags: Kaleidoscope (Deku's birthday series 2025), angst, izuku x fem!reader, 2nd July

Masterlist

This technically counts as the next day, doesn't it?

—

13 years ago, in a sandbox.

“When I grow up, I wanna be the best hero in the world!” Katsuki grinned, action figure in his hand as he posed like All Might, fist clenched and smile toothy.

Izuku beamed. “Me too! I wanna save people just like All Might! He’s the most amazing, the coolest hero ever!”

The green-haired child turned to you, watching you kick your feet up on the swing. “Starlight, Starlight! Do you wanna be a hero too?”

The swing slowed to a stop, and Starlight paused momentarily. Your eyes lit up, like the stars in the night sky. “I want to be in love, like how my Mum loves my Dad!”

There was a snicker from Katsuki, before he dodged a rock from you. “Hey! S’not my fault that you have a stupid dream. Love is lame, All Might is the best!”

Sand castles and swing sets, playgrounds and dreams. You puffed your cheeks, and it’s the cutest thing Izuku had ever seen. “Love is not lame, Kacchan is just stupid.”

As Katsuki throws a hissy fit, you stick your tongue out and continue. “What’s so wrong about it? Dad says that it made his life more saturated, more beautiful. Mum said that it made her happy. Being a hero is cool, and wanting someone is just as cool!”

“Why do I have to choose between the two?” You jump off the swing before flashing an ambitious, bold smile. “I want to have both.”

—

Present

Izuku loves being a hero. Really, he truly, truly does. However, he has to acknowledge that along with the abundance of joy he gets from work, he also receives an abundance of sacrifices made to get the job done.

One of which, was how his job fucked up his sleep schedule.

By the time the heroes were done chatting and exchanging battle stories and badass scars, it was a little past 1 a.m, and Katsuki had already crashed next to Ochaco, Izuku was nursing his third glass of water, and Ochaco was avidly listening to you rant about the latest villain you’ve taken down.

“Oh, Kacchan’s way past his bedtime, we should probably go, I’m so sorry for keeping you out so late.” You say worriedly, poking Katsuki.

He lets out a quiet snore.

Ochaco lets out a small laugh, shaking her head as she swipes her fingers against Katsuki’s body, activating her Quirk. “Don’t worry about him, I’ll take the old man home. He has a shift in the morning.” She shoots a look at Izuku, who visibly flinches. “Actual morning, unlike this psycho workaholic.”

He was doing great, considering the pity you took on him, melting the ice as the four of you laughed and joked and caught up. But everytime both of you locked eyes, underlying tension pooled like a tap that couldn’t ever stop leaking. Bit by bit, filling the bathtub of Izuku’s heart with every bit of longing and regret as Izuku stomachs down his feelings for you.

Pull the plug already.

“My shift is only in 2 hours…” Izuku mumbles quietly, eyes averted. “I’m doing better now, I even took a nap today. Uh, yesterday.”

“Duration.” Ochaco deadpans, eyes staring dead into Izuku’s soul as she supports her boyfriend on her shoulders.

Izuku caves. “2 hours.”

“Go to bed, coffee addict.” You frown.

“Those words don’t exist in a hero’s dictionary and you know it.”

Ochaco bids them goodbye and leaves (traitor), as you stand to haul your luggage home. “I should get going, too.”

Izuku clears his throat, catching your wrist. You don’t shrug him off. “I’ll bring you home. It’s not safe in the streets, especially when it’s late.”

You smile, as if he hadn’t completely disregarded the fact that 24 hours ago, you had busted two villains and saved 10 teenagers from dying by drunk driving.

You smile, but it’s never happy anymore.

“Okay. Take me home.”

Your voice makes his heart do somersaults.

Izuku’s hand drops to his side, as he mirrors your smile. “I’ll help you with your suitcase.”

I miss you so damn much.

—

There’s no train home this late, so Izuku calls an Uber on crappy wifi and pure frustration. 10 minutes later, his Uber has cancelled on him, and Izuku pockets his phone again as he motions for you to get on his back.

You crinkle your eyebrows, scrunching up your nose. “What are you doing? How are we getting home?”

“Same way as I came,” Izuku says, smiling brightly. “By air. I flew here, you know. So you can either get on my back, or I carry you bridal style.”

Personally, I vote for bridal style—down, boy.

“Luggage?” You say innocently.

Izuku not so subtly flares One for All, arms flexing in an impressive show of his biceps. “You’re joking, right?”

You let out a breathless laugh, as climb on his back, handing him your suitcase as Izuku works up the power in his muscles. “Careful, lock’s still new on that one.”

“I got it.”

One, two, three, and with a burst of wind, Izuku takes off.

“You’re a great rollercoaster ride!” You giggle, throwing your hands in the air as Izuku fights to keep you on. You’re not in any real danger, though. Izuku won’t let you fall.

You’re more carefree than the last time Izuku met you. Less guarded about your feelings. More generous with the smiles that you give. Izuku loves it.

He hates it.

“Remember when I stubbed my toe when we were four?” You whisper, breath licking the shell of his ear. “You carried me just like this home, ‘cause I was in pain, and ‘heroes help people in pain’, remember?”

Izuku’s brain feels comfortably full with all his memories, and as he floats over the night sky with you on his back, he can confidently say: “Yes. Kacchan was mean though, he didn’t help in the slightest.”

“He’s doing well now. Top 20 hero, pretty girlfriend…gosh, I need to ask Ochaco for her skincare routine sometime.” You ramble, as Izuku does his best not to stiffen. You notice it anyway, and Izuku regrets it.

“Zuku.” You say finally, breaking the ice. "Do you have something you want to tell me?”

The band-aid has been ripped off, the wound still fresh and raw. One day, Ochaco had said. Izuku couldn’t even keep his mouth shut for a few hours.

Izuku hates how the physical contact he has with you now makes his mouth run without a filter, hates the way he can picture your expression just by the sound of your voice.

He hates that he didn’t overcome the Quirk, hates that he couldn’t save it, hates that he doesn’t know how to fix everything between you both because you act like there’s nothing there to fix.

He hates that every selfish cell in his body still wants to be with you, even though you no longer need him to be happy.

“���I’m so sorry.” He whispers. The wind bottles his voice, taking his words away. “I made your life a living hell and made you smile through it. I only got to apologise minutes before—” you stopped loving me “—and we haven’t talked since 10 months ago when you flew off.”

Izuku laughs bitterly to himself, as he lays down his screwed-up nature of his so-called friendship with you. From bentos in middle school to the sandbox in the park, to afternoons bleeding to sunsets in the glade both of you called your own.

Fate likes playing games, to make you so close only to pull both of you apart.

Izuku lands softly as he sets your suitcase down gently. Beautiful eyes are tenderly trying to catch his as he lets you down his back. “It’s not your fault, Zuku,” You coax, reaching out to him “I’m okay now—”

“No you’re not!” Izuku cries, spinning around. “The Starlight I knew fantasised about the day she fell in love. A villain took away your ability to feel love, and you’re saying it’s alright? A few years back, you told me you wanted children and a family to nurture. You told me you wanted someone who coloured your world and heightened all your senses. You told me you wanted, whatever love threw at you.”

The Starlight he knew had clung to him, choking out sobs and trying so hard not to pass out because you didn’t want to ever stop loving him.

You smile at him, if you could even call it a smile. Izuku feels his heart breaking all over again. “I did, Zuku.”

With you.

Your tone doesn’t match your words, and there’s not an ounce of emotion or pain in your voice. He hates what this Quirk has done to you. “I’m sorry.”

Izuku’s face falls, as he whispers. “I love to compete with you and Kacchan as we fly through the ranks, and if you choose to focus on your career, I’m more than happy to support you. But you were always adamant about doing both, no matter how hard it was.” Izuku closes his eyes, swallowing his tears back. “I’m sorry, Starlight. I just wish that it was a choice you made, and not because you got struck by another Quirk just to get my memories back.”

Izuku closes the distance between you with a hug, arms circling you tightly. He’s trying so hard not to cry, as you pat him on the back. It’s supposed to be soothing, but it lacks any care as you go through the motions. You try to think of what you could say to make him feel better.

Your childhood friend has gotten bigger, sturdier. The hand that you once held as you marched through the forest is now scarred and warm, bigger and firmer than ever before.

“I’m right here.” You whisper, as Izuku lets out a small sob. You are.

You’re not.

Because if you were, you wouldn’t be this lifeless, wouldn’t be this cold to the touch.

As he walks you up to your flat and you wave goodbye to him, a comfortable fire sets in his heart. To let you love again, to make you whole and colour your world once more—this is his responsibility to restitch what he’s unravelled.

He’ll fix this, he knows he can. And that all starts with one place.

Tartarus.

—

On the ride up the lift to your parent’s apartment, you notice a small letter addressed to you tucked into the handle of your suitcase. Frowning, you open it up, only to be greeted by Izuku’s abhorrent handwriting.

I missed you, so, so much when you were away. Please get some sleep. (I know you won’t).

You chuckle a little at his Secret, the insignificant game both of you always played and a game you’ve always initiated. If your heart could flutter, you’re sure it would have leapt in the air and never come back.

How thoughtful, you think, as you slip it into your pocket.

You’ll keep it, just in case.

[tallovines]

"Shower"

sorry for not posting anything all day. i havent really been feeling alright lately, but i did write something at least.

its a vent story though,,, theres some content warnings id like to mention :

selfharm

non-sexual nudity

a lot of the stuff here is just self projection if that says anything

all of the stuff is very much there, not implied, so please be aware

the story will be under the cut :

I was staying at Violet’s place for the night. I just wanted to be with him– didn’t feel like being on my own. Plus, I was worried he’d stay all night, working at the foundation. Lately, he’s been so busy… busy working on that flower he’s got. Damn thing doesn’t even have a number designation yet, said that the anomaly seemed similar to some other anomaly we had on site. The keyword being had, but to be sure, they didn’t give it a number in case of it actually being an offset. 

Point was, he’s been busy. I could see how much it was stressing him out, how little sleep he got. I was worried, alright. But I knew that he’d at least go to his place if I offered to stay over.

Surprise, surprise. He let me stay, and I went to his place.

Violet doesn’t have enough space in his apartment to have a guest bedroom, so I always just sleep in his bed. I offer each time to sleep on his couch, but he’d feel bad. I don’t mind sleeping on the same bed with him though. It feels less lonely at night when I do.

So here I sit, alone on his full-sized bed. The sheets are a nice, pastel purple, nothing too bright, nor too dark. They were simple if you could put it like that. I hear the shower running. 

Showering helps Violet sleep. I know this because he showers before he goes to sleep every time I stay over. I’ve noticed he genuinely can’t bring himself to sleep if he doesn't take a shower or any sort of bath.

Violet takes longer in the shower than usual.

The most Violet ever takes in the shower is probably 30 minutes. I was starting to get worried. 

I climb out of the bed to go check on him. The room is dark, but I see a faint light. The bathroom door wasn’t locked; Violet must’ve forgotten to close it. I get closer to the door, to open it, to check up on him.

But there is a noise.

I could’ve easily missed it– the droplets of water pang hard onto the shower floor. It was loud. However, listening a bit more carefully…

Sob… then a wince.

I had, at first, believed my ears were deceiving me. It was quiet, faint. I could’ve very much just misheard the shower. But again–

Sob… then a wince.

That one couldn’t have been just my ears. Something had to have been wrong with Violet.

At that moment, I felt wrong– gross, but I had to check in. I had to check up on Violet. I open the doors in a rush of worry. I try my hardest not to look so hard, but it’s like it was looking at me.

Violet, sat on one of the ledges in his bathtub. The water below appears red. I look at his face just to not keep looking at everything else too hard. His purple hair, wet, but appearing slightly curled as per usual. He’s not wearing his glasses; he’s not wearing his makeup. You could tell he’s been crying. His face says a different story though.

Horror. Shock. A child being caught past bedtime. 

Upon realizing what just happened, Violet stares at me, blankly. A small clank can be heard; a small, pink eyebrow razor hits the bathtub floor.

“J-James?” Stutters escape Violet’s mouth– he can’t speak properly.

The shower keeps going, the water must be getting cold by now. The bathtub still gets stained red. Mindlessly, I walk over.

What did I expect? Violet’s body remains bare. Cuts varying in size can also be seen, scattered across his thighs and waist. He still stares at me, a bloodied deer in headlights.

No words escape my mouth. I start to gently clean his body. No force was used. Soap and bubbles trail against his body, and he occasionally winces, but mostly cries. 

I finish cleaning him, and shut off the already cold shower. Quiet babbles escape the crying researcher. Usually so smart, reduced down to a crying child. I carry him out, clothes already wet from washing him. I grab his, also purple, towel, and begin to dry him. First, a light pat on his face. Then his hair, and the rest of his body. I make sure not to use too much force, while still trying to get him dry.

Searching the cabinets in his bathroom, I found bandage. I wrap both of his thighs in care, not too tight, but not soft enough to slip in his sleep. I cover his waist in bandaids.

I grab the clothes he had set aside. Underwear first. Violet allowed me to go. Next, a shirt for a music artist he really liked. Violet always loves to sleep in those. The last two things I put on him were some normal shorts, and his glasses. He sat still, almost like a dress-up doll. We did this quite often, minus the part where he’d be crying and bandaged, but he was used to everything else.

Still quietly crying, he attempts to stand up, and walk back to his room. When I’m sure he isn’t looking, I go back to the bathtub, and grab his razor, making sure to hide it somewhere. 

We reach his bedroom, and he sits down on the bed first. I make sure to quickly change my shirt.

“James, I–”

Sitting down on the bed, I shush him. He continues to cry.

I hug him, allowing for him to cry. I didn’t need an explanation or anything from him. I just wanted him to be okay. Sniffles can be heard; tears moisten my previously dry shirt.

It reached a point where I could barely hear Violet crying anymore. I softly lift him away, and remind him to take his sleeping medication. We had work the next day, so he accepted. After taking his medication, he removes his glasses, and scoots some of the plushies on his bed away, so he could more comfortably lay down.

He gestures wanting to cuddle; I did it, no question. 

I feel him fall asleep in my arms. I don’t sleep yet, worried he may wake up again, or something of the sort. I wanted to savor the moment, to remember how he felt in my arms.

After a while, I can’t deny how I feel anymore, and go off to sleep as well.

Not before leaving a small kiss on his forehead, of course.

[starsurfacemortalkombat]

Okay okay!! I was wondering if u could make like cg!havik(specifically for mk1) with like a baby regressor headcanons please and thank you? -🐯

Absolutely!! I hope I got the babyspace part right, I've only written about it a few times!! :D

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Havik Hcs w/ Baby Regressor

🫀 I think Havik would adore a baby regressor, ngl

🫀 This isn't saying he'd love a toddler or a bigger kid less!! It's just that he gets to be really soft with babies, but also act as chaotic as he wants

🫀 Although will keep any gore down to a minimum to basically none, he doesn't want to scare you by accident!!

🫀 Can't do much about his face though . . . But will totally allow you to put on any bandaid or stickers you want!!

🫀 Will try to pep your face with kisses

🫀 Or his version, small clicks or gentle bites

🫀 If either if these make you feel uncomfortable or the first one makes you feel icky, he can settle for putting your foreheads together, another thing he adores

🫀 If your a more softer regressor, he's so totally up for snuggles and tummy time

🫀 But if you like a little bit of chaos, oh boy

🫀 Piggy back rides while running around the house

🫀 Pulling small pranks on others just to grt a giggle out of you, even if you didn't do much to help out other that grab the wrong things and babble

🫀 His little partner in crime, he's so proud 🥺 (Darius off to the side pouting)

🫀 Doesn't really care what titles you call him exactly

🫀 Dada, Mama, Goober, whatever makes you happy

🫀 But definitely has favorite nicknames for you

🫀 Baby-Boo-Boo, my little heart, his little rascal, squishy, precious one

🫀 Although if you have any personal favorite you know he's going to use them almost every other sentence <3

🫀 I could see him absolutely adore peek-a-boo for some reason, ngl

🫀 It's a favorite soft activity, and he can even use some of your plushies just to make it even more fun!!

🫀 If any of your stuffies get hurt or injured, he's gonna fix them right up for you!! (And have Darius sew it, but he totally did it!!! . . . 👀)

🫀 If you can't make out many words or are mostly nonverbal, he's got you!!

🫀 He'll ask all the questions to find out what you want or need

🫀 Babble encourager

🫀 No seriously!! He finds it so adorable when you get all small and can only make sounds

🫀 Will get you regression toys but with his flare 😎 (Darius tells him no half the time >:(

🫀 Has gotten you a paci with a small heart on it and gem stones, made it himself!!

🫀 If he needs to do something or he's busy, he'll let Darius watch you

🫀 But will probably be just as pouty and fussy about leaving you too, your HIS baby >:/

🫀 If your a padded regressor for any reason, he's very encouraging about it

🫀 Whether you have accidents or use them only for comfort, he's with you 100% of the way!!

🫀 Will totally buy you those baby yogurt pelts and then eat half of them himself and chuckle when you get all pouty cause he ate them ALL!! 🥺

🫀 He didn't, but he practically DID!!! (He got you more, don't you worry)

🫀 Doesn't do punishments because rules are silly!! >:/ (and thinks your too small for them, which you are)

🫀 Doesn't exactly do rules but will stop you from hurting yourself

🫀 Like, if you wanna stay up past your ‘bedtime', he's got you!! You two will stay up all night!! 😎

🫀 . . . . Until you pass out on his lap nit even two minutes later because you were too ‘eepy

🫀 Likes pampering you

🫀 Does NOT do self care for himself, have you seen that man? Could probably care less

🫀 But you?

🫀 Your all soft and squishy and precious to him 🥺

🫀 Will let you sit on his lap and brush your hair, doing whatever hair style you want or just messing with it

🫀 And if you wanna brush his? Of course you can!! Even if you wack him on the head repeatedly with the hair brush, he’ll tell you you did an amazing job

🫀 He likes squishing your cheeks because he known you can only whine and try to push him away, but you can't do much, your just a baby after all!! (Will stop if you don't like it or do it only rarely, he might hate rules but he understands boundaries)

🫀 Buys (steals) whatever you want!!

🫀 A new toy? Already off the shelf. More snackies? He's already got three of them in his pockets. A super soft blankie? Well, they're gonna have a fun time catching him!

🫀 Back onto tummy time, he really enjoys it

🫀 Either tummy time is you laying on him and he holds you while rambling about his latest destructive ways

🫀 Or laying beside you on a comfy blankie and watches as you try and chew on your stuffie's hear

🫀 Might even get you one of those baby tummy time mats in a bigger size (He'd make one for you if he has to)

🫀 If you do bottles, he'd love to bottle feed you if your okay with it!!

🫀 Whether he'll cradle you or you just lay your head on his lap

🫀 Can and Will scoop you up and carry you around, he likes showing off how strong he is

🫀 I'm not saying he'll purposely use his powers around you

🫀 But I am saying there might be a few accidents here or there

🫀 If he does scare you, he'll try his hardest to make everything better

🫀 Doesn't like seeing you cry, and doesn't like the idea of you being scared of him

🫀 Over all, he's definitely really fun and accommodating, even with a few minor hiccups

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

*sigh* I actually love Havik, ngl. He was my first favorite MK1 character

[withered--s0uls]

Vat7k random headcanons.

Varian:

Trans FtM (tho I enjoy MtF Var too :3)

Bisexual (was intended canon in vat7k)

When originally not trusting Hugo, he makes it painfully obvious to him in the way he acts around him vs around Yong and Nuru

Writes NewDream & his Dad letters :3 probably whenever arriving in & leaving a new Kingdom!

I prefer the vest design so uh; I hc the reason he has 2 hairstripes now is a result of the S3 finale. I hc his canon hairstripe is from the fact his dad was hit by a blast of the moonstone. The 2nd one is a "scar" from dying and being revived in the S3 finale (I imagine Eugene has a similar "scar" in a blonde strand of hair from the movie. Also Cass and Raps each having ones in their respective colours bc of being past users. Also yes this implies the entirety of ppl who helped in the S3 finale has blonde/gold and/or turquoise/blue "scars" from the S3 finale somewhere in their hair or on their body)

Alchemist and engineer rivalry with Hugo bc Hugo likes to be a smartass

Hugo is his first proper masc crush, he doesn't really count his celebrity crush on Eugene he had as a kid

I hc his surname to be VanGuard (inspired by "His Little Light" on AO3)

Slavic from his dads side (not sure what specific country I hc the DK as but I like the idea of it being slavic)

Hugo:

Genderfluid (amab if anyone cares)

Pansexual

Never actually had like time for proper romance due to his work, so he doesn't actually know how to deal with catching feelings for Varian and Var seemingly reciprocating them (its different to actually love someone opposed to pretending for a job)

Actually really good with kids! This shows in him actually helping care for Yong a lot (he sneaks a Flynn Rider book from Varians bag and reads it to Yong as bedtime story lol)

Probably met Eugene and possibly Lance in their criminal pasts

Having beef with Nuru bc oh no royalty and royals suck (he doesn't understand how Varian can be best friends with a princess [Raps] either) at the start but learns through her that some aren't just stuck up selfish assholes

Teasingly tries to one-up Varians alchemy

Post-vat7k he stays in Corona with Var! First working as his assistant until being offered the role of royal advisor (bc fuck Nigel)

Not a hc bc it is his original DND surname, but personally I go with the surname Rottewange for him (seen some ppl use different ones)

Russian (ah yes the common "Ingvarr is Russia" hc)

Yong:

Probably not the best relationship with his family considering they just sent him off with some stranger from another kingdom

Basically the collective little brother of the group

Hugo jokingly calls him Varians kid after finding out his clumsiness and exploding projects are something Var used to experience too

Gets along well with everyone in the squad yay

He really likes Ruddiger too, getting all excited when seeing him for the first time (I imagine he loves animals :3)

Him and Nuru definitely catch on the fact Varigo both crush on each other way before the two actually admit it themselves

To make him more relatable to Varian, I also imagine him being a Farmboy too

Kinda canon bc it seems to be his clothing inspo + some concept art aspects but; Chinese

Nuru:

Lesbian or at least Sapphic, kinda realizes that when they meet Vars cousins (if you read "Varians Tangled Trials" yk why lol. Nuru and Amber my beloved.)

Huge mistrust towards Hugo

Yong and her often pacify the situation if Varigo alchemist rivalry goes a bit too far

NOT the mom of the group. She's a kid lol. (Hugo and Varian being the only adults and actually having to take responsibility for the two minors >>)

Regardless she's still rather mature in handling situations bc raised as a princess so she knows how to behave

She however is a bit more fun as herself, which the other three would learn over time. Especially when she nerds out about the stars.

Her title as princess as well as Varians as Coronas royal engineer prove useful a lot on their journey

Post-vat7k she would probably try to seek out Varian at royal gatherings so they can catch up. If he's not there then she seeks out Rapunzel to ask about how he's doing :3

Idk just random stuff, nowhere near everything lol.

Dont have surname hcs for the kiddos so uh yeah idk feel free to share yours? Ig Nuru would just be "of Koto(/whatever Kingdom you assign her to)" bc princess or smth? For Yong I might look into some chinese surnames mayhaps...

Also don't have a nationality hc for Nuru so feel free to pitch yours lol

[abcd-adventures]

After more than two months, we finally have a new full-time social worker starting on Monday! It's perfect timing because this past week has been so overwhelmingly busy/stressful that when I got home after work yesterday, I just collapsed on the couch and could not summon the energy to get up for almost an hour. Thankfully B was ok just playing around me and incessantly talking to me...still, that's not the parent that I want to be when I come home. My husband is kind, and he took over bedtime for B despite it being my night and was totally cool about picking up takeout for dinner on his way home, but he also doesn't really "get" the concept of emotional labor/exhaustion. He kept trying to get me to explain what specifically made me feel so completely and totally drained yesterday...then I felt bad for having to tell him to just please stop asking me!! I also don't have the energy to explain the concept to you in that state, man!

One of my favorite clients who is going through some shit right now and is on a bit of a bender was super mean to me yesterday, too. I know him very well, and I understand the reasons for his behavior, but it was just extra difficult yesterday to take. He always watches me super carefully, and he knew immediately when he'd gotten to me and was like, "Oh, are you sad now?" in the same voice that I'm sure someone used with him at some point, but fuuuuck. It was a lot. So, I just had to be like, "Yes, I am. We've talked about this; you have the ability to hurt me because I care about you, and you're right, I am feeling sad--and what's going on now is really not helping that. So, I'll see you another time. You know how to reach me if you need something and our appointment is still on for next week, but right now this session is over." On another day, I probably could have worked with that--maybe it would have been an amazingly productive session. But, I'm a human, too.

[wanderingmind867]

I don't know what else I can add here, expect that we're slowly approaching the end of my Justice League Canada stuff. I wrote stuff for maybe 20 more issues, maximum. So here's some more of my stuff.

Issues #55-56: The introduction of probably one of the last new members of the team, the Justice League ends up in Paradise Island, because Saturn is trying to gain a foothold on themyscira. In order to help resist the coup of Saturn and his army, the Justice League gets the aid of the amazonian warriors. Specifically, Diana's fraternal twin Nubia comes to the rescue!

Nubia, the proud champion of Mars! Capable of bonding with Jemm over their shared greco-roman worship, Nubia would no doubt also love Martian Manhunter, since he's a proud child of Mars, like her. While Diana grew up amongst the Greek amazonians of Themyscira, Nubia was raised by Mars over in the roman quarters of the world. This was part of a trade that had to be made, to punish aphrodite/venus and artemis/diana going behind the other gods backs when they created themyscira. Nubia and Diana may be sisters, but Nubia is a proud roman warrior at heart.

But Nubia helps the Justice League and her sister defend themyscira. And after saturn/kronos warns that this is not the end, merely the beginning of his invasion plans, that's when Nubia insists on joining the Justice League Canada. To defeat Kronos/Saturn, they're gonna need a warrior who knows him intimately. So who better than one of the war god's legions?! And Nubia won't accept a no. She forces herself onto the team at sword point.

1. Jemm, Son of Saturn

2. The Question (Vic Sage)

3. William Nielsen

4. Willow/Mantis

5. The Admiral (Sam Heartsea)

6. Booster Gold (Michael Jon Carter)

7. Wonder Woman (Diana Prince/Diana of Themyscira)

8. Nubia of Themyscira (joins officially at the end of issue #56)

Issue #57: An issue delving into Willow's backstory. While Jemm and Nubia hold private meetings to discuss the threat of Saturn, our other team members split up and go their seperate ways for a while. William Nielsen still doesn't have any home, so he follows Willow back to her rented condo in ottawa.

Here, we get to see willow raising her son Sequoiah. She hugs him as soon as she gets home, she cooks him a traditional vietnamese dinner, and she reads him bedtime stories at night (he may be around 9-10 years old, but he's still her son). William is amazed at the love parents can show for their children (since william never had any real parents, being an android), and he expresses his desire to feel affection for someone the way Willow feels affection for Sequoiah.

This leads to willow and william having a candid conversation on the couch, a conversation wherein willow finally begins opening up about herself, in her own cryptic way. We'd finally drop all the clear references to her past life as mantis in the marvel universe. Years ago, willow was a haughty young woman who had no sense of identity. She spurned the man she loved (the swordsman) and paid dearly for it.

But then she learned the truth of her identity, and she recieved a second chance at life. She became as one with her love, and they had a divine child. A child upon whose head rests the fate of the stars. She's been raising him for the past 8-9 years, keeping to herself in her home in Connecticut. But she has been to this world before, the same way she has been to many worlds before. If there is a universe where life exists, willow and sequoiah have probably wandered through it.

But fate brought her back to this world, to the name of willow and to the realm of the justice league. Apparently this world needs her and her child. Their destinies await amidst the stars of this world. That is a fact she is all too aware of. And William Nielsen…he is a kindred spirit. He reminds her of an old friend and an old flame (the vision), but also of herself. A man on a quest to discover himself…he called out to Willow. He brought her into these strange machinations of fate. And now…she will wait, and see what fate has in store for her.

1. William Nielsen

2. Willow/Mantis

Cameos from:

3. Jemm, Son of Saturn

4. The Question (Vic Sage)

5. The Admiral (Sam Heartsea)

6. Booster Gold (Michael Jon Carter)

7. Nubia of Themyscira

Issue #58: An issue delving into Sam Heartsea's backstory. Because just like Willow, Sam Heartsea is a real enigma and mystery. This goofy old newfoundlander, who can manipulate the tides and who seems to be close friends with figures like the Phantom Stranger. Nobody knows what's up with Sam, so this is a solo issue dedicated to answering all the questions about his backstory.

And now, to finalize some details of sam's backstory for myself: sam heartsea is a legacy of the gods. His godly heritage goes back to the greeks, predominately. But there's some celtic in him too. His father was poseidon, and his mother was a demigod child of dionysus. But beyond that, his maternal great-grandfather was a celtic god. So he's the heir to two different pantheons, making him a very powerful man indeed.

Because of his powerful background, sam is a dealer in all things supernatural. He contented himself to live most of his life as a fisherman out on the rock, but he's got connections to all sorts of people. The Phantom Stranger and him had many an adventure in his youth. Him and Madame Xanadu are card playing buddies. He's got all sorts of little connections like these, connections he keeps secret, locked in very close to his heart.

And because of his many godly ancestors, he's got a keen sense of when things are going right in the cosmos. And ever since Deadman got involved with the Justice League a while back, sam's been sensing a grave danger building to the fabric of reality and to the protection of the gods. And it's this fear which uneases him, but which also makes him so adamant on staying with the league.

And as Sam finishes reminiscing and thinking about his past, he notices the morning star in the sky. It's Christmas Day, and he hadn't even realized. An auspicious date, no matter who you are or what you believe in. And on this auspicious date, he notices a creature rising from the waves. And it's this cliffhanger that'll lead us into the Justice League Canada Christmas Special.

1. The Admiral (Sam Heartsea)

Camoes from:

2. Jemm, Son of Saturn

3. The Question (Vic Sage)

4. William Nielsen

5. Willow/Mantis

6. Booster Gold (Michael Jon Carter)

7. Nubia of Themyscira

Justice League Canada Christmas Special: Set around issues #57 and #58, this is a nice warm tribute to the holiday season. I haven't thought of many details yet, though.

1. Jemm, Son of Saturn

2. The Question (Vic Sage)

3. William Nielsen

4. Willow/Mantis

5. The Admiral (Sam Heartsea)

6. Booster Gold (Michael Jon Carter)

7. Nubia of Themyscira

8. Aqsarniit

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

The great regular sleep experiment of 2024 day uh... "too much tea"

Well it turns out that while caffeine helps me sleep fine for my morning slot... Drinking a lot of fluids doesn't...

Other than being up to pee a whole lot, I slept well enough, ended up staying in bed till closer to 3 on account of the getting up to pee a bunch. Lesson learned. That could have gone way worse.

I *think* these sleep shifts are as good as it's going to get. One is even right after morning errands where I get in, put stuff away and want nothing more than to shower and fall into bed.

Also Pumpkin will let me sleep for 4 hours at a time, if it's at times he's used to me doing it and if it doesn't go on much longer than that... Because babies [cats] need to be fed every 4 hours :/ [this one does]

Right now I'm still a bit hyper-thyroid though, and it just got warm out, and I think my immune system is 'activating' against something again, so I have been trying to push myself to do chores if I am going to be awake and feel physically horrible anyway.

I did that thing where after scrubbing the floor yesterday and letting it dry, I swept it again today in greater detail and washed it again. Ooooh aaaah clean floors. Cleaned the toilet, washed dishes, did some sink laundry.

AND I FOUND MY 'O' KEY!!! I have a full keyboard again!

The main thing is I am trying to keep all the cleaning and organizing 1. Quiet and 2. done at a pace I could maintain on most days, because if I get a bee in my bonnet about it and wear myself down, i might get a huge chunk done... I might even get the 'rest' as done as it can be, but then I will crash and have to recover, which might mean falling behind on everything again and breaking any fragile habits, and I don't want to do that...

The only issue I see with this sleep schedule is it tends to take me 4 ish hours to wake up after sleeping and a bit to wind down... So the 5 hours between my sleeps works fine on days where I can spend that 5 hours doing nothing much, but on days where I need to do stuff --that isn't groceries before morning bedtime and crashing-- it means 8 hours spent sleeping, plus the five in between that I can't use, plus another 3 minimum to get running, plus whatever hours I sleep past 2pm because i need extra sleep, and then having those remaining hours be in the middle of the night.

The only other way to approach it is by waking up and immediately throwing myself into doing things before I am awake enough to process anything, like how much it hurts... And that can be okay for basic cleaning, but I am so out-of-it when I first wake up that doing anything with anything heavy or sharp or powered becomes actively dangerous. ... Which is why it usually takes me 4 ish hours to get running because otherwise I am not alert... and that leaves... maybe 7 hours. Mostly being at night will add to my ability to being alert, and those hours would be great for working on art or writing and quiet creative projects, but it's not workable for any kind of tool use, or any heavy cleaning or organizing. [If I had my own house it would be fine]

And the problem is that if I am left with no times of day that are convenient to do a thing... I end up unconsciously avoiding it without realizing what's getting in my way. I KNOW I do that, so I am trying to set myself up for success instead of failure.

My remaining hope is that as I get used to this schedule, if I can keep it without the *symptoms*... I'll start to get alert or sleepy faster when it's appropriate and struggle less to do things during the 5 hours between sleeps.

On the bright side at least I am *mostly* only fighting my own body for this, but not having roommates to also have to work around... Just apartment neighbours.

If I can just get really used to a half-awake 5 hours of misery on any morning I have to get shit done, it'll be mostly fine, probably??

[megabuild]

You shall talk about bdubs whether you like it or not (for the ask thingy) - Clovis xoxo

oh don't worry i like it so much.

1: i see him as a gay man! "but scott" you cry "what about cledubs". it still happens but in a very "what if a fag and a dyke could fuck ruthlessly" way. also he's cis but his gender is simultaneously sort of all over the place in typical gay fashion.

2: recently i've been drawing him as a bat hybrid so some stuff on that- he purrs instead of snoring, he has little wings on his back that never grew in properly, his leg+feet muscles are strong enough to support his weight upside down if he so desires! but usually he doesn't do this because sleeping upside down as a full sized guy is not so great for him.

3: on the appearance front still- he is littered with scars from his time in the jungle because late on he was caught in a ton of vines and the thorns left a permanent mark. this is part of the reason his moss hoodie has big floppy sleeves, because the scarring on his arms and hands are particularly bad and sensitive to touch, plus he was just a little self conscious about it for a while (but he's getting better).

4: for some reason i always saw him as... not actually being an "official" mindcrack member? like he IS but. i think i had a dream or something at some point where he was a builder that came on world to fix something up and he ended up just staying LMFAO. a lot of mc guys in my head were like this where they weren't formally invited (even though in real life etho and doc were i still see them as just stumbling in).

5: i don't have much backstory for him compared to some other characters i think he had a pretty normal life prior to the horrors. but i do think he grew up in a pretty remote place. also he grew up with horses because of course he did, he didn't live on a farm or anything but i think there was a ranch nearby and that helped foster his love for the beasts as an adult

6: re:ethubs (predictable) i'm a strong fighter for etho fell first but bdubs fell harder but also etho is an idiot and didn't have the experience or language to understand he was in love so maybe bdubs fell first too. however, he fucking HATED etho for a long time despite also clearly having a huge crush on him and not actually disliking him that much. he's like a tsundere to me, is the best way i can explain it. pause was his wingman on mindcrack for a while but this was a situation that literally nobody was happy about or wanted to happen.

7: i think he's a good baker. not excellent but i think he should get really into baking and making little treats. they probably look way better than they taste because decoration is his favourite part. also said this before but i think he'd get really into star signs for a while but he doesn't take it that seriously he just reads his horoscope every day and then if things go wrong he'll blame that.

8: i could go in depth here about something but this is a sfw blog so i'm just going to gesture vaguely at the one post that's like "i'm into bdsm be dozin so much" and leave it at that.

9: on sleeping- he is just a generally sleepy guy and always has been, but also i think he suffers from a touch of chronic fatigue. nothing that severely impedes him but like, when he goes to bed on time it's because he literally cannot stay up past his bedtime or he will Pass Away

10: when etho left in season 5 he left his headband behind. bdubs took the decorative metal clasp from the front and wove it onto a necklace, kinda like a dog tag. still wears it to this day under his shirt where nobody can see! when etho learned this for the first time he got very. Very emotional. but anyways .

11: (bonus ethubs one because i just remembered it) he HAS watched a lot of etho's lab but didn't before meeting him. he went back and watched some early stuff, but out of respect for etho after learning about his life he never finished it.