#like a dramatic houseplant

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all! The AC in my house is like half-broken and I have all the heat tolerance of a particularly sad penguin*, so I could use some advice. I am from a desert area, so I know the stay hydrated, electrolytes, loose clothes type advice, but do you have any advice for handling the heat in humid areas specifically? Also, does anyone have any recommendations for sun hats? Specific sun hats you recommend are what I'm looking for, but if you don't have a specific one an idea of what criteria I should look for would be very helpful too *I say this jokingly, idk how much heat tolerance penguins actually have. I have POTS, salt wasting syndrome, and some unknown autoimmune issue that probably involves my endocrine system? Docs are still working on it but the sum total is I cannot exist in hot temperatures

[gayestpiano]

the internet had me worried about over watering my peace lily and I've never had a plant before so I didn't know how dry soil should be to be considered "dry" and long story short she was not in good shape

turned out it desperately needed to be repotted

my friend told me to put it in a container of water,

and it perked up considerably!!

I went and got a clay pot (and drainage saucer) and potting mix and when I came back I loosened the root ball as best I could and repotted the plant:

[i-havenothingelsetopost]

Can one of you supervillains pleeeeease build an evil weather machine and make it snow again. I'm asking so nicely

[science-lings]

Each spell can be used sporadically and can get stronger/easier with practice. Each one has a cooldown so you can't just spam the one magic thing you know endlessly.

[ms-demeanor]

There's a subreddit for houseplants being dramatic about wanting water and I didn't really get how dramatic plants could be until I started growing bloodleaf plants.

8:11 am vs 11:56 am. Looked like it was dying when it was just thirsty.

[lemoncholy-stars]

me when no one texts me: i am forever alone in this cruel world nothing matters and i am gonna die alone

me texting two people at the same time: i am Not Built For This get me out of here i never claimed to be an extrovert i need alone time help me

[ink-perfect]

obsessed bf!gojo x gn!reader ⋆. based on: 22 - lil candy paint, bhad bhabie

gojo had a bad habit.

a bad habit of blowing up your phone.

it wasn’t the 'three texts in a row' kind of blowing up, either.

oh no, gojo satoru didn’t do small-scale chaos.

it was an art form for him. the type of masterpiece that made your phone buzz off your nightstand at 3 a.m. with thirty consecutive messages that alternated between blurry selfies, close-ups of his sunglasses, and texts like:

“hey👋 (with the intention of getting midnight sushi)”

“do u think panda would let me dye him pink? 🤔”

“pick up plzzz i jsut saw the funniest video on instagram but i accidnetally exited tje app it and cant find it anymore so i'm jsut going to explain it to you in excruciatign detail”

and tonight was no different—except this time, it came after your first real argument.

you couldn’t even remember what had set it off anymore, but it had ended with you storming off and gojo… well, doing whatever gojo does when someone’s mad at him (eating mochi and sulking).

soon enough, after an hour or so of no contact, the first barrage had begun: thirty consecutive texts ranging from the initial

“i’m sorry 🥺👉👈”

to a dramatic

“why do you hate me? 😭💔 (don't answer that.)”

you’d ignored all of them, determined to let him stew.

but then the calls begun.

ring after ring, voicemail after voicemail, starting out with intense professions of love that slowly faded into desperate pleas for you to call him back, text him back, to respond just once.

and when those went unanswered too, he escalated.

your phone buzzed on your nightstand, flashing yet another text. this time, it came with a photo—gojo lying facedown on what appeared to be megumi’s couch, his hand clutching an empty box of tissues. the caption read:

“i’ve been crying for 84 years 😢 come back pls”

you rolled your eyes, but found the corner of your mouth twitching up despite yourself. he was impossible.

another buzz. this one said,

“fine if ur not gonna answer just know ur the light of my life and i’ll literally wither away like an unwatered houseplant if u don’t forgive me soon 😭 also ur socks are still in my room do u want me to wash them or nah”

the buzz after that said,

“actually nah i'm not bothered to wash them"

and then another buzz.

"also u look hotter when ur mad 🥰”

the audacity of this man.

you let your impulses get the better of you and texted back a stern "leave. me. alone."

and not even a second later, your phone screen lit up with gojo's face for the umpteenth time.

you groaned, snatching it up and finally swiping to answer to put an end to all of this.

“gojo, what part of ‘leave me alone’ don’t you understand?!”

“oh my god,” he gasped, his voice overflowing with fake relief. “you’re alive!”

“i—”

“you weren’t answering, so i thought maybe you’d been kidnapped! or fallen down a well! or—”

“i ignored you,” you interrupted sharply. “on purpose.”

“no yeah, i got that,” he said breezily, completely unfazed. “but we're talking now! the devil sure does work hard, but gojo works harderrrrr."

"gojo—"

"so, how much did ya miss me?”

"gojo."

"also did you see my text about the socks?”

"gojo!"

“aaaaand i’m outside your window by the way.”

“you’re what?”

“outside!” he chirped back like it was the most normal thing in the world.

sure enough, when you yanked open your curtains, there he was—gojo satoru, standing on your lawn in a hoodie two sizes too big, clutching a mismatched bouquet of convenience store snacks and flowers that you could just tell he had made himself.

“ta-da~!” he grinned into the phone as you watched him hold up the haul like it was an olympic medal. “i come bearing gifts!”

you gawked at him. “are you serious?”

“deadly,” he said, his smile widening so much you could even see it from your vantage point. “i brought your favourite snacks, and also, i stole these flowers from my neighbour’s garden. don’t tell anyone.”

“oh my god.” you smacked your forehead, torn between laughing and drawing your curtains shut. “it’s three in the morning.”

“yeah, well, you didn’t answer my texts,” he said, pouting dramatically. “do you have any idea how sad that made me? i’m so sad, baby, like, devastated. i swear i saw my life flash before my eyes.”

you folded your arms, mock unimpressed. “what’s sad is that you think this is going to work.”

“it’s already working,” he shot back smugly. “you’re talking to me, aren’t you?”

you hated that he was right. you hated even more that your annoyance was quickly being replaced by amusement. he was lucky he was cute.

“toru, just go home,” you sighed, though your voice lacked its earlier venom.

“not until you forgive me,” he declared, dropping to one knee with such theatrics you were surprised broadway hadn't whisked him away already. “or at least let me in so i can grovel properly.”

“you’re unbelievable.”

“yeah. unbelievably in love with you.”

you threw a pillow at the window, even though it wouldn’t reach him, giving yourself a minute to think.

okay, more like a few seconds.

to be fair, you were sure he had learnt his lesson. and, well...you were craving ramen, which happened to be placed front and centre in his haphazard bouquet.

“fine!" you whisper-yelled into the phone, a smile already creeping its way onto your face despite your best efforts to stay mad. "but if you wake up my neighbours, i swear i'm locking you out.”

his grin practically lit up the yard. “deal!”

and just like that, you were stomping down the stairs, blanket in hand, ready to let in the most exasperating, ridiculous, adorable man you’d ever met.

because, really, how could you stay mad at him?

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[konigsfavgirl]

꒰ Adorable König Habits & Routines Outside the Military — as promised my pookies :3 ꒱

Early Bird Energy: König wakes up ridiculously early, even on days off. He tries to stay quiet, but he still ends up making tea, pacing the apartment, or doing light stretches—his huge frame moving around while you’re still dead asleep.

Overgrown Houseplant Dad: He has a weirdly soft spot for houseplants. He waters them with too much care, occasionally talks to them “You’re growing well, ja? Keep it up.” and panics if a leaf turns yellow.

Notebook Hoarder: He owns way too many notebooks, some filled with tactical notes, some with random doodles, and some… just empty because he likes having them. Don't let me mention the silly patterns for notebooks he owns.

Clumsy Giant Moments: For someone so skilled in the field, König is shockingly clumsy at home. He constantly bumps into doorframes, accidentally knocks things over with his elbows, and hits his head on hanging lights. Later he tries to explain why your favorite decoration is fixed with glue magically.

Candle Enthusiast: He secretly loves scented candles. If you ever mention liking a particular scent, you will find a new candle of that scent appearing in the apartment. He would insist lighting one if you two are having a movie night — it spikes up the atmosphere

Protective Blanket Tucking: If you fall asleep on the couch, König has to tuck you in properly. He carefully drapes a blanket over you, making sure you're warm. If you shift even slightly, he freezes, afraid he woke you.

Big Spoon 90% of the Time: Even if you start off cuddling face-to-face, König will unconsciously pull you against his chest in his sleep, wrapping himself around you like a human weighted blanket. Gentle

Alarm Clock (For You, Not Him): Since you’re not a morning person, he wakes you up in the softest ways possible — rubbing your back, whispering to you, or placing little kisses on your forehead until you stir.

Absolutely Awkward with PDA: König wants to be affectionate in public, but he’s so tall and intimidating that he overthinks it. He’ll lightly brush his fingers against yours instead of holding your hand—unless you grab his first. Then he melts.

Buys You Snacks Without Asking: If he notices you like a certain snack, you’ll always find it in the kitchen. He never asks, he just stocks up on it like some silent provider instinct kicks in.

Waits for You to Get Home Like a Loyal Dog: If you come home late, König is either waiting by the door or lying on the couch, pretending he wasn’t waiting for you. Expect the long cuddling session if you were away for too long.

Secretly Loves When You Play With His Hair: If you ever tug on his hood and ruffle his hair, he groans dramatically, but he never stops you. If you start braiding it? He’s suffering but lets you do it anyway.

Terrible at Saying No to You: You want to steal his hoodie? Done. You want him to cook something random at midnight? Fine. If you give him the right look, he just sighs and does whatever you ask.

[lazysoulwriter]

A Whiff of Pedro - Pedro Pascal.

The sun was dipping low behind the skyline, casting long streaks of gold through the windows of the small but cozy apartment. Pedro was stretched out on the couch, one arm draped lazily over his eyes as he scrolled absentmindedly through his phone with the other hand. A half-empty cup of coffee sat on the table in front of him, long since forgotten.

The sound of a key turning in the lock made him glance up. The door swung open, and in she came, a grin plastered across her face and a paper bag clutched tightly in her hands.

"Hola, mi amor," she sang, kicking off her sneakers with a clumsy sort of grace.

"Hey, baby," Pedro replied, sitting up slightly. He raised an eyebrow at her obvious excitement. "What’s got you all giggly?"

She marched into the living room, the paper bag crinkling as she held it up triumphantly. "I got something! You won’t believe it."

Pedro squinted at the bag. "If it’s another houseplant, I swear we’re running out of space."

"No! It’s better," she said, plopping down next to him and pulling out a sleek, black candle jar with a dramatic flourish. She turned it so he could see the label: “Pedro Pascal”. The words were bold, elegant, and completely absurd.

Pedro blinked. "Wait. Is this real?"

"Yup! It’s 100% real," she said, barely containing her laughter. "I saw it in this cute little shop and thought, ‘Well, how could I not buy this?’"

He took the candle from her hands, inspecting it with a mix of curiosity and disbelief. "What the hell does ‘Pedro Pascal’ even smell like?"

She smirked. "Only one way to find out."

With a playful flourish, she grabbed a lighter from the coffee table and lit the wick. The flame flickered to life, and within moments, the room was filled with a warm, woodsy scent—a mix of cedar, leather, and something vaguely spicy.

Pedro took a deep inhale and then snorted. "So this is me, huh?"

"Yup. Rugged, mysterious, and… a little spicy."

"They got the spicy part right," he muttered, giving her a sideways glance. "I feel like this is some kind of practical joke. Are you trolling me?"

"Trolling? No! I’m celebrating you," she said, laughing as she nudged him. "You’re a candle now, Papi."

Pedro rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the grin tugging at his lips. "You’re ridiculous, you know that?"

"And yet, you love me," she quipped, poking his chest lightly.

"I do," he admitted, shaking his head as he reached for his phone. "Hold on, this needs to be documented."

She gasped. "Are you posting this?"

"Absolutely," Pedro said, already framing the candle in his phone’s camera. He adjusted the angle, then turned the camera to take a quick selfie with her and the candle. "Okay, say cheese."

She leaned in, holding up the candle with a goofy grin. "Queso!"

Pedro chuckled, snapping the photo before switching to Instagram. As he typed, she leaned over his shoulder to read.

"‘Look what my girl found today. Apparently, I’m a scent now.’" He added a laughing emoji and hit post. "There. The world deserves to know about this insanity."

She clapped her hands, delighted. "Oh my God, people are going to lose it."

Pedro set his phone down and pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You’re lucky I think this is funny."

"Lucky? Please, you’re having the time of your life," she teased, resting her forehead against his. "Admit it, you love the candle."

He pretended to think about it, his fingers tracing small circles on her back. "I’ll admit it smells good. But you’re still crazier than the idea of me as a candle."

"Crazy in love with you," she countered, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose.

Pedro laughed, his voice warm and low. "You’re so cheesy, mi cielo."

"And you love that too," she said, pressing her lips to his in a quick but tender kiss.

The kiss deepened naturally, her arms slipping around his neck as his hands found her waist. For a moment, the teasing gave way to something softer, warmer, until she pulled back just slightly.

"Hey," she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Do you think if we sold these candles, we’d make millions?"

Pedro groaned, dropping his head onto her shoulder. "You’re impossible."

"But you love me," she said, laughing as she ran her fingers through his hair.

He looked up at her, his brown eyes soft but playful. "I really do."

She smiled, leaning down to kiss him again. And as the scent of "Pedro Pascal" lingered in the air, they settled back into each other’s arms, laughter and love filling the tiny apartment. The candle flickered on the coffee table, the perfect little reminder of the sweet absurdity they shared.

[emilys-bangs]

Okay okay I've got more thoughts and would love to hear your input!

How would Emily feel or react if reader kept bringing new plants into her BAU office every now and then? Would she be able to care for them? A tiny succulent here, an orchid there. Oh look at this one! what even is that? 🧐

Would Emily pay extra attention in their care because she got them from reader (her colleague she's crushing on) ((and who is crushing on Emily)) or would she fail at keeping them all alive and be real sad one plant died even though she tried her very best?

I don't think Emily is well versed with plants and how to care for them so I think it'd be really cute if she had a plant in one hand a "how to" book about plants in the other. I can just see her squinting at the plant after reading how dramatic some plants can be. Bonus points if we witness this and see Emily wearing her glasses 🫶

Hold uppp, I'm screaming I love this!! I think Emily would definitely be...confused when you show up one day with a couple of potted plants in your hands, saying how you think they would brighten up her office. Confused, but secretly endeared, too, especially given how much you know about them. It was a hidden interest she never expected you to have, but when you started rambling on about how to take care of them and how much water and attention they'd need she silently vowed to herself that she'll keep these plants alive if it's the last thing she'll do.

Too bad she fails. Miserably. And she's genuinely upset about it!! She never owned any before, her experience is limited to knowing that they need water and sunlight - who knew you could kill a plant by overwatering? It's less about the plants and more that she didn't want you to think she was neglecting them (she honest to god tried diligently following your instructions and she lasted like three days before you got a case and she came back to them all brown and wilting) but you think it's both hilarious and endearing how she's trying so hard. So, you get her a few more that are more resilient (luckily she can't kill a succulent) and she (very reluctantly) entrusts Anderson to watering them when you're away on cases. And!! Miracle of all miracles, only one dies!! She's still sooo upset about it (it's not because she's caring for a plant, is it? definitely not...) and she doesn't want you finding out, so she secretly replaces it and buys Houseplants 101😭 when you peek the book on her desk you're so nauseously in love despite all the extra OXYGEN in her office (it's become so green) you almost don't notice the different shade of the pot she replaced. When you do, you almost kiss her.

[mountaesan]

669 words , best friend!riwoo

The echoes of laughter finally faded in your car, leaving behind a blissful, euphoric silence that warmed your heart. Sanghyeok shifted in the passenger seat, his knee brushing against yours. He wiped away a stray tear, still grinning from the joke that had sent you both into hysterics moments ago.

“Okay, okay. Your turn.” You could hear the strain in his voice as he tried to suppress another laugh bubbling in him.

You let out a breath, your hand instinctively brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Okay, okay. We listen and we don’t judge. So um… remember that mystery parking ticket you got a couple weeks ago?”

Sanghyeok huffed at the recollection of the memory. “Yeah? The one that made no sense? I wasn’t even using the car that day.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, hesitating just long enough for him to notice. “So that… might’ve been me,” you admitted, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. “I might’ve, uh, used your license plate number for something. It’s complicated.”

“Complicated?!” he repeated, his voice rising in volume. He shifted forward, the look in his eyes demanded answers but the corners of his mouth twitched like he was fighting back a grin. “How?! Why?!”

Waving your hands dismissively in the air, you leaned back against the driver’s seat, trying to play it cool. “Nothing, nothing! I’m… I’m banned from Costco. Let’s just leave it at that.”

For a second, Sanghyeok just stared at you, incredulous, before throwing his head back with a groan. “DUDE. Do you know much that ticket—”

“Shh!” You cut him off, pressing a finger to his lips. His breath hitched slightly at the contact, but he didn’t pull away. The corners of your lips twitched as you met his wide-eyed gaze. “We don’t judge, remember?”

Sanghyeok let out a defeated sigh, his shoulders slumping as he leaned back into the seat. “Fine,” he muttered, rolling his eyes although the upward quirk of his lips easily betrayed him.

“Good,” you giggled, retracting your hand. “Okay, your turn.”

He shifted in his seat, tucking one leg underneath the other as he leaned an elbow against the windowsill of the door. He titled his head, the soft glow from the streetlamp catching the edges of his jawline. His fingers played idly with the hem of his jacket, a habit you’d noticed only when he was deep in thought. “‘Kay, I’ve got one. We listen and we don’t judge. You know Harold?”

You beamed at the mention of your beloved houseplant. “Of course I know Harold. My little green baby! I’m a proud plant parent!”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice flat. “Harold’s dead.”

The words hit you like a ton of bricks. “What?!”

“He’s been dead,” Sanghyeok continued, his gaze flickering toward you as though testing your reaction. “He died, like, a week after you bought him. I replaced him with a fake plant from IKEA.”

You sat there, jaw slack, staring at him in disbelief. “You mean to tell me that my child has been… fake this entire time?!”

Sanghyeok leaned back, hands behind his head, clearly enjoying your meltdown. “I didn’t have the heart to tell you. You said you’d cry if anything happened to him!” he said with a shrug.

“You’re supposed to be my best friend! How could you let me think my Harold was alive all this time?” You leaned forward, dramatically clutching at your chest.

Sanghyeok laughed. A low, warm sound that made your stomach flip. “Ignorance is bliss, no?” He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.

“LEE SANGHYEOK, I WILL END YOU.” You reached out playfully to strangle him, your hands stopping just short of his neck. He caught your wrists, gently, his touch lingering for a second longer than necessary.

His gaze softened, but he quickly masked it with another laugh. He let go of your hands as he tilted his head against the headrest of his seat. “You’d miss me too much.”

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[tj-crochets]

No crafting update today, because I did a bunch of cleaning, ran some errands (had to mail some stuff and get a replacement headset for work because mine spontaneously separated into two pieces yesterday) and now I'm making chicken and dumplings for dinner So like, got a lot done, but absolutely none of it craft related and I'm really pushing my limits physical spoons-wise (in that my POTS is flaring up not in that I used all the actual spoons cooking lol) I have a really really cool art trade thing to show y'all but it has to wait until I can take photos, so that'll be later today or maybe tomorrow

[idonttakethislightly]

In issue #1 of The Power Fantasy, we get at least a glimpse of most of the Superpowers' living or working spaces- the exception is Etienne. For four of them- Valentina, Eliza, Masumi, Magus- the color palettes of their spaces are very similar to how they usually dress, and I also think their spaces are on-point symbolism for who they are. Let's look at the places we see, one by one.

Valentina lives in a small, cozy house on a scrapped-together space station- she loves the small details of human culture, but will always have to take an outsider role. The interior is designed with warm neutrals, similar to the golden yellows she often wears.

Eliza's space is cloaked in shadow, with candelabras and high windows that barely illuminate anything- she's eerie and mysterious, with religious motifs. It's high-contrast black and red, like the colors of her dramatic, costume-like outfits.

Masumi works in a huge warehouse- suited to the large-scale ambitions of her art, but also an industrial space that feels sterile and empty. The pastel paints she uses are all over her outfit, and when she dresses up for her gallery opening, it's in similar pastels.

And Magus works in a dimly-lit pyramid full of strange technomagic- the angles of the walls feel alien and menacing, as do the unfamiliar gadgets. His space includes Pyramid members, not just himself, so its design reflects the messaging he sends them about uncanny power. He dresses in eerie greens that make him almost blend into his environment.

Later we see Valentina's 1962 apartment and Magus's 1978 flat, which tell us more about how those two have changed or stayed the same. But I want to talk about how issue #1 dedicates one page each to those four characters and their spaces- a very obvious parallelism that leaves out Etienne and Heavy.

Etienne's traveling, so of course he can't be depicted within that pattern. He also comments to Tonya that he likes travel, and in issue #3 he implies that he flies transatlantic pretty regularly, so it's possible that he feels just as comfortable traveling the world than staying home.

But Heavy… he's at home, taking Etienne's psychic call just like everyone else. But he's outside the pattern because his relationship to his space is different.

Haven is beautiful. It's all pastels, it's full of flourishing houseplants, it's built with swooping curves rather than workaday right angles. There's enough charming little details that if I tried to make a comprehensive list you'd get bored reading it. The oveall aesthetic effect is peaceful, luxurious, idealistic, and gentle.

Basically, Heavy is completely at odds with the city he built. It's his place, for his people… but notice how the forty-something guy in pajamas stands out among all the beautiful young people with impeccable fashion sense. Four of the Superpowers seem to have designed their signature space to represent the way they live their lives. So why does Heavy live in a space that doesn't look or feel anything like him?

I see a couple possible takes on that. You could think of the discrepancy as straightforward hypocrisy- he founded his city on ideals he consistently fails to live up to. But… well, I have an alternate take that's kind of personal. I'm saving the details for another post, but basically: I think Heavy knows that Haven is the opposite of the face he presents to the world, and that's exactly the point.

[wrathofrats]

If you’re still accepting kiss/ship prompts 👉👈 ivy and pebble #17 to distract, pretty please 🖤

This has been so long and I don’t know why because I love them

I tried to wait for better inspo to give them more justice but jfc I could so I am sorry for the 400 word banter this is haha. Or it’s pebble ivy /zephrit date night

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Ivy shoved his face further into pebbles shoulder as the girl on the screen gave a sickening wail.

“Not having fun honeysuckle?” Pebble smiled, rubbing ivys back as he shook his head still hiding from the tv. Ifrit gave a small laugh as more fake blood pooled around and splashed onto the camera. The effects were cheap, obvious dummies and latex that had zephyr and ifrit more than amused.

“You know it’s not real, right Ivy?” Zephyr leaned over ifrit to cock their eyebrow at the other pair on the opposite end of the couch. Ivy only peeked over pebble to give a sad look. Like he did understand realistically it was fake, but he couldn’t help but be scared anyways.

Ivy flinched as the sound of a chainsaw roared through the living room.

“We can go to bed if you’re not enjoying it” pebble whispered in ivys ear so ifrit and zephyr couldn’t hear, “I’ll tell them I have a headache and can’t sleep without my houseplant” there was a light hearted tone in pebbles voice, the feeling of his smile against ivys scalp making him instantly melt again from his tense state.

“I’ll be fine, I want to hang out with the others as well”

“So you like them more than me?”

“Shut up”

Pebble let out a loud cackle as ivys form tensed up again from the gore. Ifrit threw a piece of popcorn at pebbles head to get his attention before quickly reaching to grab it as it got stuck.

“We can watch something else, I think I saw grease or something while finding this movie, Ivy loves musicals”

“And so you’re picking zephyrs favorite musical?” Pebble asked

Ifrit gave a small giggle before pulling zephyr closer, “Compromise!”

Pebble grabbed at Ivy to move him into his lap so he could full wrap his arms around him. He gave him a tight squeeze before leaning his head on top of his.

“Don’t worry I’ll protect you” pebble gave a dramatic kiss to the side of his cheek, complete with a wet smacking sound for full effect while Ivy gave a small laugh.

As the killers music started again on screen pebble turned ivys chin towards his, planting a small kiss on his lips. Ivy grabbed at his collar pulling him closer when he tried to back away. They stayed like that for a minute, ivys grip slowly loosening on pebbles sweatshirt as he realized he wasn’t going to turn away again.

“You guys are disgusting” zephyr groaned

[bl3ss3dbyt1amat]

misc bg3 companion hc

this is so much. i have no idea and im also sorry. all of the origin companions included under the cut

astarion:

i feel like he claps funny. like hes clapping but its that specific way thats meant to be like quieter? like clapping on the palm of his hand. this might be projection but i feel like hes also the type of person to do like a little clap or a spin or his trademark ridiculous giggle whenever hes happy.

i think that hes prone to dramatics like. like pretending to fall on the floor and die if you say hes actually not on your mind 24/7. oh whats that? you dont think im the prettiest princess in the entire world? well astarion has dramatically fallen to the floor

in the early game astarion most definitely practiced his lines loudly and publicly (in camp). he cant even see himself in the mirror but hes trying to look all suave and being like "shall i compare thee to a summers night" while lae'zel and shadowheart both shout "NO" from across the camp. (can be interpreted as bloodiedblade/wyllstarion but i think wyll would be amused and even finish the quote).

wyll:

this man is probably good with basic medicines and ill die on this hill. hes got aloe vera type shit on him at all times. sure, hes not a cleric or healer or even a bard, but he'll stay with you and try his damned best to cheer you up when youre hurt or sick.

on a related note i feel like wyll would be absolutely DELIGHTED by a bard tav. he would just be so amused and filled with whimsy. never gonna complain about playing, even if its like 2am. just occasionally putting in song requests. hes so incredibly enthusiastic like spinning tav around like "THAT WAS BRILLIANT!!!"

wyll probably keeps houseplants. (minor blazingblade but i feel like karlach would accidentally kill one of the plants and actually begin weeping. once she gets her engine fixed wyll tries to teach her how to garden. this goes weirdly) furthermore i think he like goes around his house like humming merrily and watering his plants and crap

gale:

i dont think hes coordinated at all. like this man is tripping down the stairs on a daily basis. he is dropping his tea, his book, his body, ect. to the point that hes got a habit of just hugging the railing for dear life every time he has to go down a staircase. this made traversing shit like the underdark actually literally horrible. every time he falls karlach is so overly concerned and probably offers to carry him. astarion, to everyones dismay, dies laughing each and every time

pretty sure wyll and shadowheart have a conversation about weird book porn. i am here to say that gale was holding back his power while that conversation happened. gale has read so much book porn and if you knew the real scale of it you would be concerned. tara is concerned at least.

shadowheart:

especially during early game, i feel like shadowheart was literally clenching so hard to avoid admitting cute things were cute. like "oh.. a stray mutt... charming I MEAN IN LIKE A GROSS WAY". she was trying to hard to be all scary and into shar and shit but she just really likes puppies and other animals and crap

if she were modern i feel like she would really like pixar movies (inside out comes to mind for reasons i cannot explain) and wear long jean skirts. i cant explain any of this but it is fact in my mind. even in the bg3 setting i do feel like she would wear very long boxy type skirts. sort of plays into her whole "dark priestess" sort of vibe

shadowheart was sitting in her tent with scissors fucking losing her shit with anxiety trying to cut her own bangs without a mirror. it is a literal miracle from selune that they dont look like complete and total shit. no wonder halsin was surprised. (minor silverheart/shadow'zel: when she first like actually properly noticed what shaodwheart did with her hair, since the initial joke is she cant tell what changed, i think lae'zel was very impressed. she even likened it to like a sort of war paint against shar. also we KNOW lae'zel likes silver)

(can be interpreted as bladeheart/,,, do wyll and shadowheart have a ship name yet? HM. well anyway i think that in conjunction with the previous headcanon about wyll gardening, he and shadowheart garden together and he specially grew her night orchids)

lae'zel:

ever since i looked at her stupid little mindflayer training dummie in camp ive had the image of her in my head very angrily and intensly carving up a turnip to look like a mindflayer. draws a little mean face on it like the worlds most violent six year old. every time she messes up on her little DIY project shes muttering curses in tir'su.

lae'zel will take any opportunity to infodump about githyanki culture. specifically red dragons. if she met a red dragonborn or even maybe a follower of tiamat or some shit she would be so hype. in her "i hate everyone SVAH" way ofc. but like. trying to casually slide trivia into battle conversation or party banter with all the subtlety of an owlbear. "yes... the battle preparations are proceeding as expected... as expected a red dragons hibernation cycle..." and everyone just has to turn their head and ask what the fuck shes talking abt

(can be thought of as silverweave: lae'zel and gale talk in draconic about dragon history and the celestial plane. hes so tickled to have a mutual interest with lae'zel)

no one hears lae'zel laugh but when they do its so weird. like its some weird like hissing sort of sound and everyone has to do a double take and make sure theyre understanding what the fuck is going on for a second. lae'zel is incredibly defensive when people notice it but theyre not trying to be mean

karlach:

before her engine gets fixed but like early on to where shes not used to it, karlach keeps trying to touch things and keeps breaking them. this fills her with genuine despair and she will start crying (everyone in camp has to go on a group effort to calm her down). she just thinks the world is so beautiful and is so sad she cant interact with it

she likes to dance but in like a boot stompin way. karlach is probably just an absolute party animal when she gets her freedom back because honestly in her situation who wouldnt be. SHE JUST GOT TO NOT BE ON FIRE LET THE GIRL PARTY

once shes been fixed to the point where she can touch people, she just never stops. manhandling everyone in the party constantly. oh whats that? tav is on low health? dont worry karlach is sprinting over to put tav on her shoulder. literally any problem can be solved by karlach hugs and i wont be taking feedback on this

[riacte]

hope you don't mind me asking, but how do you write/characterise ren?

Hi, thanks for the ask!

For me, Ren has a very distinct character voice, so usually I put in a few words from the Rendog language post and it does like 70% of the work if it's nothing too serious. Hit the dialogue with the Rendogification beam! I know there's a post of people Rendogifying DSMP quotes and it's hilarious. Add a "my dude" before/ after his dialogue and it'll usually work. And maybe pepper in some "get in line"s. Or "outrageous!", "geez", "freakin'".

For HC Ren / Ren in general, I put him as like... a friendly, enthusiastic, charismatic guy who's very supportive of his friends and he's always eager to help. He is kind and sees the best in everyone. He's also very dramatic and unashamed of his dramatic tendencies (singing out loud, posing, twirling). And of course he flirts. He flirts with everything. He's probably flirted with someone's houseplant. He wants everyone to get in line for him. He makes a lot of inappropriate jokes (check my #the rd difference tag) which is greeted with complete silence.

But underneath that, I think he's a guy who tends to look down on himself / self deprecating and he is soooooo self sacrificial. He's gonna be good at something then go "I've never been good at anything 🥺". And he is genuinely so eager to sacrifice himself at all times; he'll probably throw himself in front of his friends to save them. And I think Ren is terrified of being lonely which is why he's clingy. If you leave him to his devices for too long he'll literally burn / blow up his base (Last Life, HC 7). Ren is fantastic with words, he's optimistic and naturally good at bringing people together, but he's also just a doggy who wants company.

Ren is quite talkative and he can ramble about random topics forever. But he also occasionally asks questions to his friends so they can contribute to the conversation. And I think he's fantastic as a storyteller because not only is he a master at "yes, and", he also likes including his friends and subtly inviting them to roleplay with him.

Ren is highly sentimental and remembers a lot of memories. He's not afraid to go sappy and sincere and vulnerable, but then again there's his fear of being a burden. Ren has a tendency to trail after competent, snarky, and mildly intimidating people (insert Ren's greens: Doc, Iskall, Martyn, False, etc) and enjoys being lovingly bullied and lovingly used as a punching bag. He lovesssss being a pathetic lil guy. He loves acting sad and soggy. And he kinda loves being beheaded and beheading his friends.

Ultimately, I think Ren greatly values company and loyalty, and always desires a tightknit group of people to belong to, maybe to even lead (Knights of the Square Table, Dogwarts, etc). And he wants to be useful and not be a burden, leading to his self sacrificial tendencies. He is so eager to serve and offer his services to the rest of the server— in HC, he likes selling / providing food in the early days (HC 4 he made a farm, HC 9 Gigapies) and then proceeds to build infrastructure for everyone to enjoy (HC 6 Hermit Railway Network), or come up with detailed "game" systems (HC 5 Hermitron (?) and HC 9 Hermit Quests). In that way, despite his theatrics, Ren is quite practical and down to earth. Give the man something to manage and he'll be happy.

I don't read a lot of HC fics nowadays but I don't think I've seen like, really severe mischaracterisation of Ren. Probably because Ren RPs a lot so he can RP as a lot of characters which decreases OOC-ness, maybe? Ren's a bit pathetic but he's not a coward, he will literally die for his friends. And while Ren might be a bit of a "derp", he has decent strategies (sometimes) which is mostly him accumulating resources + building a secure fortress (evident in Life series).

For Life series Ren, it's similar but more... guarded and cautious. Still desires a tight knit group of allies (usually his top priority). Still loves gathering his resources and building his defenses. Is kind and forgiving to the point he's taken advantage of (this behaviour decreases in latter series). And he loves his allies with all of his life and would die for them.

Oops, this got long lol. Hope this was helpful! :D