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Shades of Silver Lining - Ch. 5.2 - posted ✅
Ch.5.1 <- | Ch.6 (in progress) | the first post aka story teaser + tags
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a/n: As always HUGE thanks to @accio-bagel for beta reading! Reminder that the whole story is rated MATURE for various forms of traumas and violence. Tags and trigger warnings specific for this chapter: Main: Family Conflict, Toxic Family Dynamics. MOSTLY NOT EXPLICIT: Physical Abuse, Parental Abuse, Parental Neglect, Sibling Abuse. Also: Self-Doubt, Guilt, Occasionally BITTERSWEET, ESCAPE PLANS, Hurt/COMFORT, Internal Conflict, Manipulation, Coping Mechanisms, PTSD Symptoms, Moments of Self-Loathing, Mentions of Pureblood Supremacy, Mentions of Arranged Marriage, Mentions of Alcohol.
I'm sorry again - this might be a bit sadder than 5.1. Chapter 5 in general is the saddest and the most painful of all this story. It will get better eventually, I promise.
Summary: Second part of several scenes of Ominis' days in the Gaunt manor. He's still trying to stay steady on the thinnest, most absurd sheet of ice imaginable, that might shatter completely even from his one sharp inhale.
The whole pt.2 below the cut:
"No, don't stop," Mother's quiet voice came too late, as Ominis had already lifted his hands from the keys and released the pedal. The echo of the grand piano's dignified tone seemed to last longer now. He suspected the room was even emptier than it had been in the summer.
He had hoped to gather his thoughts, taking advantage of his father and brother's absence that morning. Alas.
"The Burkes are hosting a rather grand dinner this evening," Mrs Gaunt went on, having waited in vain for any response. There was something alien and intrusive in her voice today, matching the way her hand now lingered on the piano's body. "We're announcing Marvolo's engagement, before he'll be gone again for a little while."
"I have classes tomorrow morning. I can't stay," Ominis said, gently lowering the lid over the keys. His N.E.W.T. classes mattered too much; he needed to keep as many job options open as possible. It was far more important than anything involving his brother. He stood, but his hands felt frozen on the lid, as if already pinned there by the inevitability of the next words he would hear.
"That's nothing to worry about," Mrs Gaunt replied, her voice feeling distant because of how much he didn't want to hear any of it. "Your father has already settled it. Sit down, Ominis."
He only reached for his wand on the music desk, the simple action feeling impossibly difficult. The crackling of the ice beneath his feet returned, sharper and louder than yesterday. What will happen to it by tomorrow?
"Your turning of age this Wednesday gives us the perfect excuse to host a dinner ourselves. Just a modest gathering, of course, but your father needs every chance for a productive meeting these days. I trust you understand."
Birthdays had never meant anything here. But of course, this one was a convenient excuse for a ‘productive meeting' for them. And three more days for him, trapped in a place where every hour felt heavier than the last. His mother's request carried his father's demands loud and clear. Ominis couldn't afford to provoke them, not while he was still at school, within their effortless reach.
The rustle of her dress and the faint creak of the bench let him know that his mother sat beside him. "One more thing. You'll need to have a word with Mrs Black today. Because your father and I want to invite the Flints on Wednesday. They're her family, as you know, and we want them all to get to know you better."
The confusion quickly gave way to the growing, familiar blazing knot in his chest, creeping upward to his throat. There it was again. A matter he thought long buried, something he dared to hope he'd never hear again.
"I was under the impression the Flints had declined long ago."
"We convinced them to think it over again. It wasn't simple, Ominis, and we expect you to appreciate that."
This wasn't the first time he heard that arranging marriages had grown increasingly difficult for his family. His parents' success in finding a future wife for Marvolo felt like both a stroke of luck and an act of desperation. Though he knew their lineage wasn't quite up to his father's expectations, the Burkes were a family Ominis had known all his life—just like the Blacks or Flints. He considered it at least remarkable that his parents managed to actually find someone for him as well, despite his problems reaching beyond the family's general issues.
He hesitated longer this time before answering. "You really shouldn't have gone to so much trouble on my account. It makes me feel rather awkward."
"Don't worry about us, Ominis. What matters are these sacred alliances. I want you to have everything you deserve, without giving your father a reason to doubt if you're worthy of it."
Noctua's will, brought up again as if the memory of her was theirs to use however they pleased, normally against him. He hadn't planned to live out his life in one of the family's houses—never, not for anything. Especially not when the only one who had ever given that place a sense of beauty or comfort g was no longer there to do so. But a faint yet steady hope lingered: that selling it quickly after graduation, before his family found out, might make his new life more bearable. He didn't want to be the burden he'd felt like here, not to anyone, not ever again.
"Just show some respect, and it will make things a little easier for us," Mrs Gaunt said at last, breaking the heavy silence. "Surely that's not too much to ask."
Ominis stepped away from the piano, giving his mother only a parting nod.
The only thought that held him together was knowing this girl—and that she wouldn't come of age for another three or four years. Protecting his future, however, meant enduring just eighteen months and twenty-one days—a time in which they needed to believe he had no control. The real challenge was to maintain that illusion without truly losing his grip. He had to stay steady on the ice, even as it cracked dangerously beneath his every step.
The silver brooch bearing the family crest felt like it was burning a gaping hole in his body. Tracing his finger again and again over the ridges dulled by time, Ominis desperately wished, but did not dare, to remove it from his jacket.
Faint voices and the occasional clink of glasses carried through the air from the house. The charm he'd used to warm the garden bench was slowly wearing, but he wanted to stay a little longer, away from the hypocrisy of his father, who wasn't truly pleased about this engagement. Away from Marvolo, who grew more obnoxious with each drink he downed. Away from the unspoken words about Hogsmeade that hung heavy in the air; Father had brusquely silenced someone's question with one of the usual honoured guests, Headmaster Black, seconding him.
Ominis quietly snorted in disgust, thinking back to his summer. For the first time since starting school, he had endured all six weeks at home instead of just a few days at the end of the summer break. All the dinners and parties he never missed. The people he couldn't stand. He had happened to hear Black casually reassuring someone that the ‘goblin issue' at Hogwarts had been handled by the professors, dismissing some girl's involvement as purely accidental and not even worth discussing further. Those were the Ministry's words—Foster's official public stance, as Alyn had explained. Now, Ominis found himself wondering how Black managed to be so-called friends with such a great variety of people. These games required exceptional skill, something that could almost be admired if it weren't used so wickedly.
The sting returned, a sharp ache as Ominis thought about how he couldn't write to that girl—to warn her, to explain why he hadn't returned today. It wasn't possible here; he was acutely aware of his every move being observed. Eighteen months and twenty-one days.
He heard the patter of small feet on the stone path, and let go of the brooch, gripping his wand with both hands. Its signals suggested that someone small, roughly three feet tall, came to a halt nearby—probably an elf, yet again, or possibly a child.
"Hi!" came the familiar child voice. "Are you all alone here? Why?"
"Go back inside. Your mother must be wondering where you are." Ominis gestured toward the house, already hearing the approaching clack of heels that was about to shatter any of his hope for a quiet moment alone.
"Sweetheart, Uncle Ominis doesn't want to talk to you." Korentha's voice dripped with venom as she said his name. "Belvina is waiting for you; be a good friend and go play with her."
The boy didn't need much convincing and dashed back toward the house. Ominis felt a desire to retreat just the same and decided to act on it, rising from the bench. His sister stepped in his way in an instant, the cloying sweetness of her perfume making him feel dizzy.
"Your manners are worse than a four-year-old's. It's almost as if you're not happy for our brother."
"As the one blessed with sight, you should've already noticed my unmistakable glow of happiness. I'll be back, so everyone can marvel at it properly."
He tried to walk past her, but Korentha seized his elbow with a sharp grip, just as his wand emitted an almost imperceptible low hum.
"So you can speak in full sentences? Try to finally prove it to the others."
A child's squeal and a woman's shout echoed from the house, prompting his sister to let go of him and rush back inside, her perfume persistently lingering in the air. Ominis trailed after her, deliberately slow. No one here truly wanted him around, and his absence would go unnoticed; his mother had already ensured he exchanged at least three polite phrases with Mrs. Black. On other occasions, he might have passed the time talking with Phineas, as he often did during these gatherings, but tonight he was the only student present.
He wished the garden would somehow become a Hogwarts courtyard.
"I told you, I'm not going back," Ominis says firmly. He is sitting on a bench, warmed by the dry spring air.
"Suit yourself. I just…" The footsteps draw closer anyway, accompanied by a soft rustle of parchment. "We're having a little break now, and Sharp handed out essays. I grabbed yours. You spent two whole nights on it, after all."
As Ominis shoves the parchment into his bag, Alyn lets out a quiet chuckle. "Oh, and Grace's murder plans are off. Apparently, your essay points made up for the… incident. Is it always like this? People out for blood over every house point by year's end? Can't believe it still matters to anyone, after… Alright, I better go. See you later."
She touches his shoulder in passing, her steps soon receding on the gravel path. For just a moment, Ominis finds himself tempted to rejoin the lesson he detests.
"Don't test my patience. Put your wand away and sit."
Another dinner lay ahead tonight, with a smaller and slightly different group than Sunday's, but equally unpleasant. But for now, Ominis sat in a stiff chair near the unlit fireplace in his father's office, wondering if he was the only one in this house bothered by the relentless cold.
The reasons he imagined for his father's early return from work and the sudden summons grew darker with each thought. He latched onto the ideas he'd been running through his mind for days to make sure they would sound natural if he had to voice them. He had no ties to Sallow left. No associations with Muggle-borns. None of it even bothered him. Only family mattered.
Eighteen months and eighteen days.
"I've just spoken with Foster," Father began, his voice chillingly even. "Care to guess what he had to say?"
Ominis was aware of the silence stretching too long, but he required the pause to keep his expression and the fingers on his knees as steady as he could. He stood on the thinnest, most absurd sheet of ice imaginable, so fragile it felt like even his sharp inhale might shatter it completely.
He finally found his voice, which couldn't afford to waver. "Something calculated, no doubt. Did it involve Marvolo? Foster seems to think he has all the answers there."
"I made it clear to Marvolo to stay out of Hogsmeade. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
Ominis hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly, glad he was sitting. "It'll be a relief not to be questioned by the Aurors about him again."
"Speaking of Aurors. As I understood, After Solomon Sallow's death, the Ministry provided ‘support' for your friends until they come of age in summer. Sallow has become something of a pet for the Hogsmeade Aurors, hasn't he? Tell me, how long have you known?"
"I've heard something, but as I said before—we're not friends anymore, just people who once knew each other at school."
His voice didn't shake and was devoid of feeling, even though he longed to curse, shout, flee, disappear. Maybe even to wherever Sebastian was, to ask why he hadn't mentioned the position was only temporary. Anywhere but here, stuck in this suddenly frozen conversation. The oppressive silence hung heavily as Ominis waited for his father to speak again.
"That's foolish, Ominis. He likely knows more than he should. What if the Aurors have been using him to dig into you—into our family?"
"It would be difficult, considering he knows nothing significant and has no way of finding out now. If he really did, why would Foster warn you of a potential threat? He didn't bother to hide his disdain when speaking to me."
"I know of his offer, and I am pleased you refused. Good. Well done. What interests me far more, though, is why he assumed you'd humiliate yourself to defend a Mudblood."
Ominis knew all these questions were inevitable. In fact, it was almost surprising they hadn't come sooner. He had prepared himself, rehearsed the answers. The key was believing in them for now, even if doing so made him sick.
Yet the conversation led nowhere. The words lingered in the room, futile and falling short. It felt as if his father wasn't searching for answers at all, but rather for justification, an excuse to weaponise his disappointment and fear.
He realised he was trapped all along. His words were irrelevant, the outcome for him was already determined.
This was it.
He shouldn't have stayed.
He shouldn't have come here.
He shouldn't have spoken to Foster.
He shouldn't have grown close with Alyn.
He shouldn't have become friends with Sebastian.
He shouldn't have been such an idiot.
"Enough," Father cut him off yet again. "Stand up. And step away from that fine armchair."
Ominis stepped back from the door, where he had been listening for what felt like an eternity. Somewhere deep in the house, a clock chimed four in the morning. His legs felt unsteady as he made his way back to the table, sinking heavily into the chair.
With hands that trembled on and off he attempted to roll up the parchment he had spent the night scribbling on. Plans, fragmented thoughts, fleeting ideas, interrupted in places by blots of ink where his quill had paused for too long. He couldn't sleep, so he'd worked instead, attempting to improve in the nonverbal use of his quill. Yet tonight, he'd failed at even that.
Frustrated, he crumpled the parchment in his hand with all the strength he could muster. His fingers, sluggish and barely responsive, clenched tighter until pain and exhaustion forced them to release. The crushed ball of parchment slipped from his grip and fell to the floor with a faint crackle.
Three days felt like an eternity. Like time had stopped in this house.
Eighteen months and seventeen days seemed surreal.
He buried his face in his palms, one of which throbbed now. The Wiggenweld potion he'd been given before dinner had helped him for a few hours, but its effect had already faded completely. Not that anyone had truly wanted him at the dinner. Not that he'd wanted to be there, either.
One day, he would leave this place, this life, for good. The train to Hogsmeade wouldn't depart for another eight hours—eight horribly endless hours. Perhaps he could board some other train, vanish into a place where no one knew him?
No. He couldn't. For the same reasons that haunted him for years already. He needed more: the education to stand on his own, the money to start over, the assurance that he wouldn't be found by them. Best would be to not let them celebrate that he had simply disappeared.
He breathed out a silent, "Enough," trying to shift his thoughts.
"Just be back soon."
"You can make it through."
No. Ominis ran his fingers through his hair and gripped his head. He'd spent… hours?.. persuading his father that he and Alyn were nothing more than classmates. That their appearance together in Hogsmeade had been purely coincidental, meaningless. That she was meaningless.
The idea of Foster's so-called deal was nothing but the Auror's delusion, he'd insisted. That only family mattered.
He'd sworn there was no connection to Sebastian, that Sallow knew nothing, could never be a threat. That he was nothing. That only family mattered.
The truth pressed on him. In fact, he couldn't remember everything that happened, everything he'd said, and that terrified him. What if he had slipped? What if he'd already failed? Would anything he'd said even matter? And if it did, what kind of difference would it make?
His father hadn't seemed suspicious during dinner. On the contrary, he was the first to even mention that Noctua's house now legally belonged to Ominis. He'd suggested showing it to Mr and Mrs Flint one day—a place for their daughter to live with his son.
It was only a matter of time before his father began finding ways to track his actions at school. He would likely increase his pressure on the Flints as well. Ominis had never heard of using an Unbreakable Vow for such arrangements, but the term "contract" Father used was just as unsettling.
They believed they owned him. They acted like it.
And were they wrong?
The Flints hadn't been enthusiastic tonight, but it was only a matter of time before they reached an agreement—or before his father found someone else.
Fuck.
Time. In the end, it all came back to time, and it was merciless. The ice beneath him had stopped cracking, but only because it was gone. He was under it now, his breath stolen by the cold, the weight of despair pressing him down. Someone drowning couldn't hope to hold anyone else up.
In the end, maybe it was better to sink alone than to drag anyone else with him.
Thank you for reading! Sending you hugs 🫂 it'll be okay, and it will be a bit better at once after he gets out of this place - which is soon, on the next train to Hogsmeade.
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MASSIVE SLAY for calling out the tim drake mischaracterization. If you ever write for him I'll be the first one to read istg
⋆˚౨ৎ Tim Drake HCS ౨ৎ ⋆.˚
<33, thank you :') Tim is not only my fav Robin, but perhaps my fav batfamily member. I can yap about him for hours lmao. and since i am a yapper at heart here some headcanons for Tim, along side A SMUTTY ONESHOT
habit of FaceTiming you after patrol and using it as a gossip (shit talking) session “And you won’t believe what that motherfuck—“
CEO of “this is us”. Spams you with TikTok’s and cringy memes that remind him of you two together or just you in general.
He is chronically online, but not in the cringy gen alpha way, but in the way that he somehow knows every obscure gossips / cancellations happening. Even in niche that he is not into (like chef tini's thanksgiving mac and cheese controversy)
He is so smart, with the highest IQ in the batfamily after Bruce and yet he somehow decides that it's a good idea to try and take the piece of stuck toast with a fork... in a plugged, working, toaster. He is the type of person who's smart academically, gifted even, but never tries-- in fact he finds school boring (and i think this is canon)
Has a private account on social media, the ones that look like fake/bots right? Private with like 10 followers, and he posts mainly his s/o, pictures with his friends and his photography pictures.
He knows how to skate in canon. Stay assured he will teach you how to skate too. Late night skate practices when he doesn't have patrol, or during the summer going to the arcades together -- or driving to the nearest 7/11 to buy a slurpee.
OVER HIS DEAD BODY will he admit this, but he is a cuddler enjoyer. He is pretty short, so if youre slightly taller than him or larger, he is heaven. He likes to bottle up his feelings until he explodes, but, in those quiet nights when he can rests his head on your chest and relax by the sound of your heartbeat... he knows it will all be alright.
Doesn't know how to enjoy things normally. It's even all in with him or none at all. (like i mentioned here) emotionally he is stunned. He either goes down the rabbit hole and become utterly unhinged or is nonchalant, and you know in that moment you have lost him. This can apply for both relationships, friendships and even things like watching a new show or read a new book.
Is so pretty. Long black eyelashes, soft blue eyes that are so bright, his hair are of a shade of black that reminds you of the midnight sky. His muscles are just right. He is pale and yet has a warmness to him you can't really explain.
When he is not patrolling he actually has a pretty stable routine. Tim can be a control freak, and surely he, as the work alcholic vigilante he is, won't make his immune system— which is already weak withouth a spleen— grow any weaker. He takes great care of himself. With going to sleep early, taking breaks, drinks tea, morning walks at 6am...
Has a loud mouth. Most will assume Jason would be the one to swear the most right? And I mean, he is, just not the number one. The number one is this meany right here. Who, in every three words, inserts a swearing word you didn’t even know existed.
Secretly a romantic but not in the "normal way." His love would show up in the little things -> like taking notice of what you like, your fav characters, songs, foods, colour, animal etc.. and keeping it mind when needed. He is there for you when you need him, and he might not be good with words, but for sure he is good at taking care of you with touch.
MIXED TAPES!! You lost the count of how many burned CDs he gifted you, with an accurate playlist of songs chosen mirroring what he wants to portray. Anniversary? Bday? Holidays? He will gift you one along side another present for sure.
“What is this?” Your voice holding a hint of curiosity, surprise even as you look at him with soft eyes
“Pre anniversary gift. I wanted to gift you something— meaningful I suppose” he says shrugging, trying to act nonchalant but failing miserably as his big blue eyes were waiting to hear your contentment.
“Aww, you’re so cute …” you tease, on purpose making your tone slightly higher pitch. It might seem sarcastic, but truly it's not. Because you’re extremely grateful, every mixed tape is a little treasure you cherish with all of your heart. You just enjoy messing with him, because his face goes always so red.
“Alright, shut up now” he says, while rolling his eyes. Trying to act annoyed, but you can see right through him. He is miserably failing with this little act, because his love sick smile is big enough to bright the whole room.
百個心都裝唔晒我對你嘅愛= A hundred hearts would be too few to carry all my love for you | in cantonese
Playlist: Slide away - oasis Useless ID - Kiss Me, Kill Me Kiss Me Deadly by Generation X When it’s time - green day somebody - depeche mode Just like heaven - the cure First date - blink-182 Lucky man - the verve Good good things - descendents Teenage Bottlerocket - Spend the Night Teenage Bottlerocket - Don't Go
The drawing is made by me btw!!
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ੈ♡˳ boyfriend Isagi 。.。:∞♡
summary: cutsey headcanons for everyones favorite egoist Isagi Yoichi (HIMsagi GOATichi) a bit of a school AU but you can add your own nuances to it ofc I just tried to be general
warnings: purest of fluff (your heart might explode)
BLUE LOCK M.LIST | enjoy 🤍 - aria
pre!boyfriend isagi who shows his feelings through sweet acts of service before he’s ready to tell you head on. Need a partner for that project? He’s already slipping into the desk beside you, a smile on his face. Left your pencil case in homeroom? He’ll run however many miles to ensure it gets back to you. (could’ve texted you but he wants to hand it to you like Prince Charming). Forgot your lunch that day? he’s already splitting half his bento to give to you.
pre!boyfriend isagi who may be afraid to confront you about his feelings off the bat but will go so far out of his way to form a friendship with you first. Immediately introduces himself as soon as you catch his eye. You guys exchange numbers and socials and the rest is history: late night phone calls, weekend hangouts, walking you to school every morning. This boy wants to be your bestie before he swoops in for the goal (and steals your heart!)
pre!boyfriend isagi who wants to immerse himself in your interests and vise versa. No matter what it is you’re into he knows that understanding your passions will help him further understand you. Loves seeing you in the stands during his practice or games. Will literally melt at the sight of you cheering for him. “Clean up on left field, this boy just turned into a puddle of mush!”
pre!boyfriend isagi who can’t help but brush his hand and arm against yours when you walk together. Can’t help but press his leg to yours when sitting together. Can’t help but offer to carry your bags or books. Can’t help but pick that “lint” out of your hair or that “eyelash” on your face (totally not an excuse to touch you). Can’t help but tug you closer to him in crowded spaces. Can’t help but stare endlessly into your eyes everytime you speak (the BEST listener ever btw)
pre!boyfriend isagi who realizes he doesn’t want to waste another second of his life not being able to call you his. Uses the first moment he gets alone with you to take your hands in his and give you the most honest and heartfelt confession. He’s blushing lightly but confident in the connection he’s worked hard to build with you.
boyfriend!isagi who cant wait to be able to hold your hand in public, pull you in for quick kisses, wrap his arm around you whenever he wants, hold you close to him on the couch or in bed, tell you how perfect you are everyday, and never let you forget that he feels like the luckiest boy in the world when he’s with you.
boyfriend!isagi who can’t wait to introduce you to all his friends. You meet Bachira first (obvi) and the three of you become an unstoppable trio. Loves having you at post game celebrations and having you as his personal cheerleader (this boy would do anything to win the game and make you proud)
boyfriend!isagi who dies at the thought of you referring to him as “your boyfriend” and getting to say “my girlfriend/boyfriend/partner. he loves talking about you to his parents! They’re so happy to meet you and so glad that he has someone who cares for him. His mom def shows you all his baby photos (babysagi!)
boyfriend!isagi who takes you on the cutest dates and loves when you take him on dates too (makes him feel like a special boy). He always tries to do something where the two of you can spend a lot of time talking or have a nice experience together. He’s so open and willing to try new things with you, having you in his life has opened him up as a person. He’s also never not happy to just spend the night in snuggled up watching a movie/tv show/anime. (Aside: I have an isagi x reader one shot idea where they go on a date to a butterfly garden that I may potentially post Idk yet)
boyfriend!isagi who is constantly worrying about your health and wellbeing. You can’t tell me he isn’t the kind of guy to constantly check up on you, making sure you’re ok physically and mentally as often as he can. If ever you’re feeling upset or in pain/sick he goes into doctor mode and will do everything in his power to help. If all else fails he will just hold you and promise that his love will make it all better (he’s a loving optimist what can I say)
boyfriend!isagi who is the first to admit that he is absolutely smitten and totally wrapped around your finger because he will forever be in awe that he had the chance to share his love and be loved by someone so special <3
I’d love to do some more specific headcanons on him but I kept these as generic as possible and tried my best to capture just how sweetboy coded he is lol.
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IZUKU MIDORIYA HEADCANONS...
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ꕥ baby, my love, sweetie
ꕥ remembers everything- and i mean everything you’ve ever said to him
ꕥ he can quote word for word what you said to him on your first date actually
ꕥ he remembers off the top of his head what you like- which snacks are your favourite, which flavour and brand of ice cream you like, where you are in the show you’ve been watching recently
ꕥ he still gets nervous and giddy around you even after you’ve been together for a while- surprise kisses turn him into a flustered mess when he really isn’t expecting them
ꕥ “oh! hi sweetie, i didn’t see you there- what’s all this for?”
ꕥ loves to ramble about things to you but he does worry that it bores you or freaks you out sometimes so he tries not to carry on for too long
ꕥ when you tell him you love his rambles he just about explodes- he falls in love with you all over again
ꕥ chronically late coming home- whether it’s because he was stopped by a fan, or he needed to go grab some stuff from a store, or if he saw a new limited edition all might figurine…
ꕥ you’re so used to it that you always expect him to get back 30 minutes later than he actually should
ꕥ even though it’s become a routine, he still apologises for coming home late
ꕥ “hey baby! I’m so sorry i’m late home again- they just released a new Kamino All Might figurine!”
ꕥ speaking of figurines, he has a room dedicated to them- and he keeps them in pristine condition
ꕥ he does get nervous about you-or anyone- going in there, but he trusts that you’d never hurt his All Might collection- it’s important to him!
ꕥ you can not sleep around this man- he makes a lot of noise even when he’s trying to be quiet.
ꕥ he’ll sit in bed with an open notebook, scribbling away as he plans things out or puts new information into his hero book
ꕥ “so, if we do… in the morning and then wait… group d arrives in the afternoon, that gives us about 4 hours of rest time between missions… not enough backup… then when the sun starts setting we’re going to head towards… and everyone can take shifts… not secure enough… maybe more to the west… what would all might say? … oh… yeah i see it now… i know what we need…”
ꕥ sometimes he stays up into the early hours of the morning just muttering and writing while you sleep beside him
ꕥ he feels really bad if he wakes you up
ꕥ “oh! i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you, sweetie… i get it, sorry for being so loud- i’ll come to sleep now too okay?”
ꕥ he likes to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you into him to cuddle- he’s still pretty short so he snuggles his face into the warmth of your back
ꕥ over-plans for dates, tries to cram too many things into your dates on his days off and you never end up doing half of them
ꕥ you appreciate the sentiment though!
ꕥ he gives you a lot of flowers- he’ll buy you new ones whenever he sees any in the store, usually accompanied by a note to remind you how much he loves you
ꕥ He was so nervous to bring you home when you started your relationship- more than you were. He just didn’t really know what to expect
ꕥ Inko loved you immediately! She says you’re an amazing person for Izuku and that you compliment each other well.
ꕥ You regularly go to her apartment for dinner- usually every Tuesday night, it’s something you all look forward to doing!
ꕥ Izuku loves that you get along with his mother, it makes him so happy that she loves you as much as he does.
ꕥ you swear he has a different picture of the two of you as his wallpaper every time you look at his phone
ꕥ he likes to have lots of photos of you- he makes sure to take at least one per date!
#bnha#mha x reader#my hero academia#izuku midoriya#izuku midoriya x reader#deku x reader#mha headcanons
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its 530am here give me your favourite headcanons and unpopular opinions im delirious
Ooo I’ll try to think some up, been a busy day so this might not be the best. Can’t let this lie till when I have a better answer, if I don’t know I’ll explode.
Johnny likes staying with Two-bit the best because his family has a sleeper sofa. He does have to use his sisters spare sheets/blankets… and he is a little worked up about using girls sheets but it means a lot to get comfort where he can.
Johnny drinks. Not a lot, usually only two and he takes it slow.
Steve’s nose is crooked from having his nose broken one too many times. It’s not too noticeable unless you look close but there’s a definite slant
Steve and soda simultaneously hold eachother back from doing stupid, high energy shit… it doesn’t work that well and that’s part of the reason soda drags pony along everywhere
Darry’s main hangout is the gym because he feels his masculinity is a bit threatened by doing a bulk of housework and nagging (stereotypical mother behavior) he knows he’s being dramatic about it but feels he needs to prove something.
Dally isn’t very good at sweet talking someone as if it’s not quick his pride quickly gets in the way
Pony’s clothes are 98% hand me downs
Unpopular opinions-
Idk why everyone else thinks Dally is FROM New York but I don’t see it that way. More he was raised in Tulsa, went away for a while and then came back. Either with family or on his own (the implication he moved all over the place or on his own is either from a tweet or purely the musical and idk why — I just-)
I talk a big talk about rodeo stuff but fandom should also lean into the fact the boys are a bunch of rednecks. Like in general but there’s also a lot of interesting class issues underlining the story and idk people seem afraid of the fact they’re poor?
Literally no one in the story is “the bad guy” or “evil” like the entire message is about nuance and everyone’s human and complex but my god will that go over everyone’s head for someone to blame.
I’m a time period stickler when it comes to writing fic/headcanon/meta. Sort of unpopular in that I find the research and stuff fun (I promised to make time period help posts… I’ll get on that sometime) not everyone likes doing this or is as particular and that’s fine. This is more a unpopular thing I do than opinion
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I need to tell you guys about my WaveWave love languages headcanon, or I might explode.
So, in my head, I think everyone has at least two love languages. The type of love a person likes to give and the type of love a person likes to get. Of course, they’ll always be exceptions to this rule where people will like to give and receive the same love language, but this won’t be the case here.
I just want to note if I get any characterization wrong, I apologize, I’m still new to this fandom 🥲
Shockwave:
Shockwave’s first love language (in my head) is gift giving. As an emotionally repressed guy, I don’t think he knows how to properly express his feelings towards those he loves. So the easiest way for him is to give gifts! It’s just the matter of remembering things that his partner likes, right? Well… it’s a little more complicated than that. Because Shockwave can get immensely carried away with gifts. Like he’s still the same bot who has random mech parts lying around, you can’t tell me he hasn’t given Soundwave the head of their enemies at least once. And what I find funny is that I’d like to believe that Soundwave would eat it up. Like he did that?? For me??? He’s so flattered, even if the bouquet Shockwave gave him were carved out autobot parts made to look like flowers. It’s fiiiine.
Now for Shockwave’s second love language, I think he values quality time. Because somewhere, in that cold spark of his, I think he’s lonely. He’s constantly in his lab, alone, doing who knows what half the time. Shockwave has created so many emotional walls, that I think he would appreciate someone who could tolerate being just near him. So not only does Soundwave tolerate him, but actively spends time working next to him, it means a lot to him. And the fact that not only that, but Soundwave trusts him enough to recharge next to him, well— it means the whole world to him. Sleep is one of the most vulnerable states you can be in. And if Soundwave feels comfortable enough to do that, it has to mean something!
Soundwave:
With Soundwave, surprisingly, I think his first love language would be physical affection. I think it makes the most sense due to the fact of his cassettes. He’s basically a father to them, so I think he’s been conditioned to it. But I don’t think that’s a bad thing. I think a part of him really likes being a source of comfort, not only towards his cassettes, but towards Shockwave. Unfortunately, he’s not able to express this very often due to the fact he must uphold a “cold hearted mech” persona. Don’t be fooled, though, because whenever he has the chance, he will lean over on Shockwave’s shoulder when he’s working. It maybe a small gesture but I think it means a lot to both of them.
Soundwave’s second love language is Acts of Service. I mean, it makes sense. Again, he’s a father and a high ranking Decipticon. That must be extremely tiring; especially when you have your own personal needs to attend to. So, he’d be extremely happy if you made his birth or helped take Ravage out on a walk— hell, even just let him take some time to have a bath. That’s where I think Shockwave’s gift giving would come in, because he would just make things for Soundwave that would make his life much more convenient. Of course, it’s nothing as horrific as his usual gifts, but if that means that Soundwave can live his life a little easier, Shockwave will do it.
#Alr#that was#a lot#can you tell I like wavewave /sar#you have no idea how crazy these two make me#it’s fucking insane#they will kill me one day I know it#and what’s crazy is that I’m not done#no no no#I’m far from done#please someone talk to me about them#PLEASE#IM BEGGING#*SHAKES YOU*#wavewave#transformers#headcanons#love langauges#shockwave#Soundwave
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Sinful Sunday thing I have a headcanon that Aizetsu when he has a partner is a sweetheart to them out in the open (well- at night) But in private? OH BOY he can't keep his hands off of them, he's Rough with them, making them unable to think. You want him to breed you? Oh honey, you aren't leaving the house until you are full of his cum and knocked up. He loves it when you are the one on top, making him beg and whine
Oh, dear! 😳 I absolutely agree with your headcanon! The duality of Aizetsu's behavior, sweet and caring in public but passionately intense in private! I believe many fans of KNY might have a misconception about him, almost always perceiving him as the least formidable among the clones, frequently overlooked and seen as the timid one.
SINFUL SUNDAY
You straddle his hips. He feels his cock rub against your wet thigh.You raise your arms and slip off the t-shirt, casually tossing it to the side. Your breasts gently jiggle as you adjust your position. You shuffle up to his dick and starts to stroke it, aiming it at your already soaked pussy. You slap it against yourself, rubbing the shaft with your slit mockingly. "I can't wait for you to fuck a baby into me," you tell him and he gasps, his lips parted.
You rearrange your hips again and gently lower yourself onto his cock.
Instantly, both of you let out sighs of pleasure. You nibble on your lower lip, beginning to sway sensually, moving back and forth. He groans, again falling into the ocean of sexual euphoria. He's never been inside a girl so tight and wet. Your cunt stretches and grips to his cock perfectly, like the last puzzle piece finding its perfect place, completing the picture.
"Fuck," Aizetsu grunts deeply. His cock jerks inside you. He feels your pussy muscles clench around his throbbing cock and you start to buckle and jerk your hips faster, moaning and babbling gibberish into his ear while tears stream down your face. "Fuck me, baby, I want you to fuck me. This pussy is yours, just yours, 'Zetsu!" You nearly scream, your head rolls back as you increase your pace, supporting yourself on his muscular torso. You continue to bounce up and down on his cock as you orgasm and Aizetsu starts to feel himself getting closer to the final destination. You whisper to him, "Cum for me, baby. Be a good boy and cum for me. Fill my cunt up with your seed. I love you so much, so fucking fill me with your cum like a good boy you are."
He's fucking up into your needy pussy. "Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck," Aizetsu curses. "I'm gonna cum, gonna cum, please baby, let me cum, holy shit?!"
"Hold back!" You caution him, your hips freezing in their tracks as you peer down at his flushed face, his eyes gleaming with unmistakable desire. You lick your lips, grinning at him. After a moment, you execute a single, deliberate roll of your hips, and that alone is sufficient to send him over the edge.
Aizetsu's orgasm is heavy and thick, and he feels his throbbing, exploding cock inside you, coating your cunt and cervix in thick ropes of seed.
"That's my good boy," you praise him, leaning in to capture a tender kiss from his lips.
#doumadonos sinful sunday 🔥#sinful sunday#anime smut#smutty smut smut#smutty blurb#asked and answered#aizetsu smut#aizetsu x reader#kny smut#kimetsu no yaiba smut#demon slayer smut#hantengu clones
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I've had a shit day and need some dopamine. If you could drop any thoughts you have about PJO (or anything really) that would be much appreciated <3
Sorry you’re having such a bad time at the moment :/
Since we’ve talked Leo Reyna friendship headcanons a little in the past I’ll take this as an opportunity to share one of those that has been sitting in my drafts literally forever
So. Hc that Leo realizes Reyna’s special interest is ancient weaponry and he promptly learns a lot about the topic, specifically so he can be extremely incorrect about it on purpose.
Because Reyna has been masking all her life and will not ramble if he just asks questions—she’ll give one or two sentence answers and then go back to whatever she was doing before that. But he knows Reyna struggles to contain herself when someone says something that is just objectively incorrect, and that if it’s about a topic she’s passionate about it’ll be a million times worse.
Chances are by the time they’re done either he’s going to be really close friends with Piper’s girlfriend or she’ll stab him. Potentially both.
They’re sitting in Piper and Reyna’s dorm room at NRU and Leo just sprinkles a bunch of incorrect statements into a story he’s telling from a mission. He makes complete nonsense statements about how you hold certain weapons that are just absurd enough they could be coming from someone who just genuinely has no idea what they’re talking about. Eventually he intentionally mixes up a gladius with a pilum and Reyna just explodes into a rant because absolutely the fuck not and how is it possible for a Hephaestus kid to know so little about weapons. Anyway here are all the actual facts about it because clearly Leo does not have them
Piper loses any and all objections she might have had to Leo annoying Reyna previously because her gf rambling about weapons for half an hour is really attractive so actually she isn’t complaining
Jason is just smiling the whole time and gently nudges her shoulder with his head when she’s done.
And Reyna kind of registers that wow she really just did that. She just rambled at them all for ages about something no one asked her to explain. And for a moment she’s terrified that she was too much or too weird for not sticking to the small talk assignment.
But then it registers that they all stayed and listened with genuine interest, the same way they do when Jason gets a bit too excited talking about Roman history or when Leo goes on a tangent talking about whatever project he’s working on.
Piper is looking at her with an utterly lovestruck expression. Jason is still smiling at her.
And Leo is half-hiding behind his boyfriend with the world’s most smug grin on his face, almost like he wanted her to rant at them—and then it registers that, yeah, he was totally baiting her. Leo may not be an expert on weapons because he’s more the gadgets type and doesn’t personally use weapons, but he’s made Jason a gladius before. He is also currently doing an internship thing to learn to work with Imperial Gold. He knows what the difference between a gladius and a pilum is.
Reyna is absolutely cussing Leo out in Spanish but she’s also hugging him fiercely, because obviously he was annoying her, but he also made a huge effort and she feels so happy and loved. She can’t stop smiling.
It becomes a game after that, about how many incorrect statements Leo can make before Reyna goes on another rant. It becomes easier every time she does it. Sometimes she retaliates by making wildly incorrect statements about his projects. (It takes a bit for Leo to catch on, which Reyna finds hilarious.)
And maybe this, whatever the four of them are, is what home feels like.
Also: Piper 🤝 Jason -> adore listening to their autistic partners waffle about their special interest and will get heart eyes about it literally every time (no I will not take criticism on this <3)
#hope this helps a little! also totally down to ramble at you about side character hcs/valgrace/more Sofía stuff if you’d like#leo valdez#reyna avila ramirez arellano#Leo pjo#Reyna pjo#Leo and Reyna#hoo#heroes of olympus#ToA#trials of apollo#pipeyna#piper x Reyna#celestial gold
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I have yet to learn how to make posts look pretty. Here’s my characterization chart for Zayne because Love and Deepspace has me in a chokehold and I need to write something about this man before I fucking explode. Picked from various sources, SOME NOT MY OWN!!! (Canon, other headcanon lists, my own life, my imagination, etc.) If you recognize any of these headcanons as your own, PLEASE let me know and I will credit you here or remove! I don’t have the recorded history to find and credit everyone whose headcanons I liked. List under the cut it’s really long.
His nose is perpetually cold. He likes to tuck his nose into your neck to stay warm. It’s a requirement for all his favorite cuddle positions.
And boy does he love cuddling! He is so touch-starved and his favorite thing is settling in on the couch with you after a long shift at the hospital.
Secretly a little spoon. It doesn’t matter if he’s taller than you, he likes to be held.
Either an excellent cook or a terrible cook and I can’t decide which yet.
If he’s a terrible cook and you are not, he makes sure you have everything you could possibly want in the kitchen to cook with so you can make whatever you want. He’s always willing to learn whenever you try to teach him.
If you’re both terrible cooks, a few of your dates are cooking classes together. He takes classes more often because he wants to cook a candlelit dinner for you sometime. Eventually, he can cook a variety of dishes with no cookware-related tragedies. The first thing he chose to learn to make was your favorite.
I think he may start out as a terrible cook but through your influence, he becomes a decent if not excellent chef!
Workaholic. We know this from canon, but when I write things I want to take it to the ultimate level.
Related concept, self-sacrificial idiot. Everything from choosing to make dinner when he’s already exhausted to literally giving his life for you. It’s really difficult to get it through his thick skull that you don’t need him to sacrifice so much for you.
STUUUUUBORN. If he sets his mind to something it takes weeks to change it and he has to think it was his idea.
Fortunately, you have a leg up in this scenario in that he is absolutely WEAK to you. If anyone can convince him of something, it’s you.
Will not tell you if he’s in pain or injured or tired. Will try to push through whatever pain he’s in due to self-sacrificial attitude mentioned above.
This also applies to his evol. If his evol acts up he will not be telling you that, no matter how badly you want him to.
MAAAJOR guilt, anxiety, and people pleasing problems. For Zayne it’s due to being a doctor and for Foreseer!Zayne due to what Astra put him through. Foreseer!Zayne might get his own list we’ll see how crazy I go.
Cannot take care of plants. Partly too busy, partly he just can’t.
Cat person, also known from canon.
I think he’s a poet. I have next to nothing to support this, I just think he gives you poetic compliments and he’s melodramatic in the way many poets I know are.
Very small physical tells for what he’s feeling, which is why he comes off as cold. (Tiny curl at the corners of his mouth for joy, subtle softening in his eyes for admiration, crease in his brow for worry, tiny head tilt for confusion, clenches his fists for anger, more if I come up with it and remember to edit this post.)
Not a very feelings-y person. It takes a lot for him to open up to you and actually say what he’s feeling.
Related, has a very hard time asking for things he wants and needs.
Cries at Disney and Ghibli movies. (I know, seems odd with the prior points, but I just think wholesome things would get him more than anything else because of all the sadness and tragedy he’s seen.)
You introduced him to Ghibli and he has cried at every movie you’ve shown him. Every single one.
Does not get jealous, but when he does… woof.
Always always always thinking about your health. Texts you throughout the day reminding you to drink water and makes sure you eat enough veggies.
Pastries are his favorite. He loves chocolate-filled croissants the most.
Easily embarrassed by silly nicknames, but loves all the ones you come up with.
Royal purple and navy blue are his favorite colors.
He primarily listens to classical and jazz I think, but cheesy pop songs are his guilty pleasure.
If he were to play an instrument I think he’d be a cellist. (Something something cello and flutes sound like snow to me and he is not a floutist.)
Proper grammar when texting.
A very affectionate and giggly drunk, does not drink often. Does not like the taste of alcohol, so sweet fruity cocktails are his favorite.
Side sleeper.
Collects plushies because you got him into it.
Cannot think of anything else at the minute, so this is the completed list. Bye lmao
#love and deepspace#love and deepspace zayne#lads zayne#please please please tell me if any of these headcanons are yours i will go insane until i find everyone#l&ds zayne#xx riffwrites xx#riff and deepspace
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Would love to hear some of your headcons on Gambit :)
Yo! 😄👋🏾
Ahh man Gambit is definitely one of my all-time favorite characters in Marvel for sure. I don't even know where to begin! These are just some of my personal headcanons I have with him that I want to explore more in writing for sure! So, let's see...
-Gambit is an estranged son of the Summers family. LOVE this fan theory!
-Gambit is an Omega level mutant. There's a character named Newsun in the comics thats actually an alternate version of Gambit. Basically, Newsun grew so strong in HIS world that he destroyed it because his power became too overwhelming. It's been a while since I read up on that plotline, but from what I can remember Gambit enlists the help of Mister Sinister to remove a piece of brain matter/tissue so his powers can become more controlled and gives himself a handicap so he never has to become as destructive as Newsun. (I believe Gambit and Newsun battle and Gambit loses more of his powers from that climatic scene)
^^ this plot dynamic always stuck out to me as a reader because there has been many times in the comics where Gambits power have been very versatile and have explosive strength, even how he can manipulate energy--- it can go in SO many directions depending on the writer and editorial team. But I always had a lingering feeling that Gambit could be PUSHED and was like holding back on his powers. And after I read up on Newsun and Mister Sinister's involvement with Gambit, it started to make sense why he's "handicapped" on the power scale and can't achieve his full potential.
-I feel that w/o mister Sinister's involvement with his mutant powers, Gambit WOULD be an Omega level mutant. And also grow to the point where he can BIOLOGICALLY effect organisms. I forget which comic, but basically in canon, Daken (Wolverine's son) comes across Gambit and they get into an altercation and Gambit EXPLODES Dakens arm just by touching it. But at this point it's kind of not-canonly possible because Gambits powers aren't known to effect living organisms like that. But I remember reading it and finding it pretty interesting he would be capable of something like that, even WITH a handicap.
-Gambit is bisexual. I think this is canon now, but it's not like wildly popular with the classic fan base. I remember reading somewhere that one of Gambits writers had plans on developing Gambit as a bisexual character (might have been Claremont) but that idea was originally axed. And in Gambit (2011) the writer was asked if they would ever explore Gambits bisexual nature, and they declined saying that a better story possibly sometime in the future could write that better than they could at the time. (I believe the Editors at the time of this issue series declined to write Gambit officially bisexual in modern-canon because it wouldn't align with his current character developments with Rogue and plans for that couple) But I always told myself with writing Gambit I'd express that side of him because it's so authentic to his character and just... Makes sense? Lol
-I base Gambits physical face/model off of a young male model named Corrado Martini. I try to capture that "look" when I'm drawing him. He has that youthful charm and handsome nature I feel that Gambit would have being young and in his twenties (at least when I write with him hahaha!)
I think that's all the head canons I can think for him this moment that I have lol! He's such a dope character and doesn't get as much credit as he deserves. Let me know if there's anything else youd like to chat about! 😄👋🏾
Take care!
#gambit#Gambit theories#xmen 97#uncanny xmen#xmen the animated series#xmen#x men comics#remy lebeau#headcanon
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Billy Hargrove x swimmer!fem!reader
Warning: almost drowning r,
Summary: You love swimming, but the newbie Lifeguard is bringing you nothing but trouble.
Feel free to request:
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Swimming was your everything. It was your purpose, your safe times, the moments where no one could harm you or make you feel bad.
At least it had been for the past few years of your life. But ever since Billy Hargrove showed up as a lifeguard at the Community pool, you had no peaceful moments anymore.
It wasn't that he was specifically rude to you or anything. Quite the opposite.
You felt nervous each time his salty blue eyes landed on you, drowning you in their hade and then intensity of his stare.
So, to avoid him looking at you as much, you decided instead of wearing a bikini, you'd wear a bathing suit this time. One that was plain, boring.
Not many colors, no writings on it, a plane shade that no one really cared about. Nothing that could get you any attention.
You took in a deep breath as you walked to the changing rooms. Currently, Heather was still on the chair as you stepped into the room and went to change into the bathing suit.
You were happily hoping that Billy didn't have a shift today as you left the changing rooms again, but your smile faded when you saw Heather leaving while the blonde male climbed up into the chair.
You rolled your eyes as you walked past the pool towards one of the many sun loungers and put your towel over it carefully.
Again, you felt someone's eyes on you. A gaze, so intense and so longing that it made your skin crawl.
But not in a bad way. At least theoretically.
You liked attention, for sure. But this was just... different. You've never spoken to Billy for long before, and you two have never even looked at each other at the same time because he always looked away when you looked at him and yet here you were, getting ready for swimming and Billy staring you down as if you were his dinner after he hadn't eaten for months.
You shook your head to get the thoughts out of it before you made your way to the water and inside to swim your first line.
Everything was fine until you felt a bit of pain in your arm, so you stopped to take a small break. And only swim with one arm holding you up.
You got a little distracted by said pain, a little confused when you heard yelling before a strong pain spread through the back of your head and your spine.
You were forced under water, swallowing some of it unintentionally as your vision blurred and you went further down.
You tried to get back above water, but it seemed like something was almost pulling you down, even if you felt nothing on you.
That's it. You thought to yourself. My favorite activity will kill me.
That's the last thought you had before everything went black, and your lungs felt like they would explode.
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Billy yelled loudly when he saw a child jumping into the water, right towards the spot where you'd stopped to take a break.
The boy landed on you, his whole body slamming against your back with full force. Billy jumped up and ran towards the water, wondering if you were fine or not.
He jumped into the water and dove towards you. Your body was entirely limp as you sang towards the bottom.
He managed to grab you and pull you into his arms before pulling you out of the water. He pulled you to the edge and got you out of the water with some peoples help.
^___________________________^
You woke up with a loud gasp but relaxed only to groan thanks to your head pounding like someone hit you with a bat.
Your eyes darted through the quite room before it slowly dawned on you where you might bed.
You laid back down and sighed softly, trying to recall what exactly had happened. It also had you wondering who got you out of the water.
It most likely was Billy, of course, since he was on his shift, but there also could've been other people. Who knew?
You were slightly startled by the door opening, two people entering. You didn't see who thanks to the curtains that covered them up, but you recognized their voices as they spoke.
"Thanks again for getting her out of the water... I can't imagine what would've happened if you didn't." The voice was clearly a womans and it was soft. Gentle as it was the day you were born. So obviously, it had to be your mother.
The second person was also rather quiet but not even remotely as gentle. It was rough and raspy. There was something somewhat animalistic in it.
"It's really no problem, Mrs. (L/n). It's my job, after all. I just wish I could've jumped in before that kid jumped onto her."
So it was Billy. You thought to yourself as you sat up once more.
"Mom?", you said quietly, not necessarily wanting to call out for Billy first, even though the urge to do it wasn't exactly small.
There was silence before your mom quickly passed the curtains to look at your. Her hand was over her mouth for a solid minute before she walked over to you and hugged you tightly.
"Oh baby... I'm so glad you're okay. I was so worried... How are you? Are you feeling alright? No pain or pressure anywhere?"
You chuckled at your moms wave of questions as you hugged back. "I'm okay, mom. Seriously. I mean, I do have a bit of pain in my back, but that's it. I can still move just fine."
Your mom pulled away to turn and see if Billy had followed her, but when she didn't see him, she walked to the curtains again. "Come say hi. She surely wants to see her savior."
Again, there was a moment of silence until heavy but slow footsteps followed, and Billy emerged from behind the curtains.
You smiled at him kindly. As much as the rumors about him made him look bad, he saved your life, so you did have to be somewhat grateful. "Hi."
Billy pressed his lips into a thin line before replying with a rather disinterested 'hello'. He almost seemed a little nervous which made you wonder.
"Mom, what did you do to him?", you asked as you looked at your mother.
Billy wasn't a nervous person. He wasn't scared of anything or anyone. At least that's how you got to know him. Then again, your mom wasn't scared of anyone either, since she always knew how to soften people up.
"I did nothing at all, thank you.", your mother mumbled as she crossed her arms. "I was just nice to the poor boy."
Billy choked on seemingly nothing at the 'poor boy' part, which made your mother grin lightly.
You rolled your eyes slightly and soon spoke up. "Could you leave us alone for a moment?"
Your mother gave a soft nod before she made her way out. "No naughty business in the hospital."
You rubbed the bridge of your nose as your mother left. "Sorry about that. And... thank you." You looked up at him slowly, seeming to still be talking to a more vulnerable version of the man you knew.
"I really appreciate that you saved me. Though I must say, I wasn't exactly scared considering that I knew you were watching me the whole time.", you said, kind of trying to get him to talk about his staring.
Billy hummed softly and grabbed a chair before he sat by you. One leg crossed over the other, and his arms also crossed over his chest. "Like I said to your mom, it's my job."
You giggled softly as you raised a brow at him. "To constantly watch me? Did my mom pay you to do that?"
Billy rolled his eyes, though a small smile seemed to tug at his lips. "No, not to stare at you. That happens unintentionally."
You sat up slowly as you stared at him. "You're saying watching me through the whole time you're on your shift and watching me for hours happens unintentionally?"
Billy was silent as his face stayed as it was, though weirdly enough, his ears turned a light shade of red. "Well... yes. But I mean... you are kinda hot."
You couldn't help but laugh at his bold comment from how nice it sounded when he said it. "Thank you. You're also quite attractive yourself."
This time, Billy didn't hide the smile that clearly formed on his face from your comment. "I didn't take you for such a bold one."
You grinned as you crossed your arms. "And I didn't take you for a softie who saves pretty, drowning girls."
The two of you stared at each other for a moment, but after a moment of comfortable silence, Billy spoke once again.
"My sister is gonna hate me for finding out I asked you this, but would you be willing to go on a date with me?"
You hummed for a few seconds to show you were thinking. "Depends. Is it a 'You're cute, I want to get to know you' date or a 'you're cute, let's have sex' date?"
Billy chuckled softly, hating that he had to admit this aloud, but if it was necessary to get the date, he'd be honest. "You're cute, I want to get to know you. Go out for dinner, drive around a little, and maybe go for a walk near the lake. I could give you so many more ideas than just that."
You chuckled softly and moved to slowly stand up so you could get a little closer to him. You then placed a small kiss on his cheek which made him freeze instantly with how gentle you were.
Your fingers were lightly as a feather, and the way your lips gently caressed his cheek for a few seconds made him shiver.
"I'm free the moment they let me go home. So let's do it tomorrow at six." You then went back to your bed and your mom came back to check on the two of you.
Billy was still frozen, focussed in the warm feeling you'd left behind on his skin. It'd been years since anyone had treated him so... gently.
This had him hoping and praying for the future that you would never stop your gentle touches.
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Just two years later, you sat at the dinner table together with Max and Billy. Your mother had offered to let them stay with you after finding out what their parents were doing with them.
"So, how about we have a little family day today?", your mother asked as she put plates with bacon and eggs out for the three of you and herself.
Max smiled as she began eating immediately. "I'd like that. Are we going to go to Starcourt again?"
You listened to your mom and Max making plans until you noticed Billy wasn't eating. You slowly scooted closer and placed your hand on Billys, who looked up at you with wide eyes, qs if you'd pulled him out of a nightmare.
You glanced at Max and your mother before leaning closer to him. "Are you okay?", you asked softly, and he nodded lightly. "Yeah, just... I feel weird."
"Weird?"
"Weird. But like... a good Weird. A happy Weird.", he mumbled softly and squeezed your hand lightly. "The happiest Weird I've ever felt."
You smiled and reached for his face. At first, he flinched back but moved closer again when he remembered he was safe. Your hand caressed his cheek before you leaned in to kiss him softly.
"I love you, Billy."
"I... love you too, (Y/n)..."
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Hobie Brown Headcanons
long post ahead. will put as much as i can under the cut but i will have a.... loose table of contents.
and im not feeding you everything. i need more content to drip feed you later.
the inspo is driving me crazy but the hands are refusing to write.
the table: backstory food british animals
lmk if ppl want this to be split up into individual posts per category. cuz its l o n g
BACKSTORY:
Not based on the comics. purely my own attempt at writing his backstory and his particular villains.
Hobie's Doc Oc was a university professor pressured by Osborn's regime to produce weapons. Hobie had met the guy while crashing a university class, but nothing more than that. Octavius snapped and took the revolution to the extreme. he built a WMD and planned to use it on the city. Hobie talked octavius down and disarmed the weapon.
Hobie's lizard was his close friend and bandmate who got jealous over their lead singer's affections towards hobie. they were close friends until hobie started drifting away. curtis was bitter and never really forgave him. the final straw was when hobie returned in full, having just abandoned his spider suit. the band is back together but curtis still has hard feelings. he knew vaguely about hobie's connection with spiderman but thought that it was some kind of special deal or friendship which was just another nail in the coffin. he turns himself into the lizard and attacks hobie, demanding answers and refusing to listen.
the above is just an excuse to hurt hobie really bad >:3 i love my angst and my beating my muses up. i wanted to break his ribs.
electro was a civilian who just happened to get struck by lightning. he is the sole reason hobie has insulated all of his gear and one of the reasons all of his spikes can shoot excess electricity like one of those funky little electrode balls. hobie took one look at this guy and immediately got to work.
Kraven was a bounty hunter hired and possibly engineered by osborn and fisk to hunt down hobie. classic kraven activities. he tried to drown hobie in the thames. hobie managed to escape but couldn't breathe or eat properly for a week after the attack
hobie's ship was hauled from the local junkyard. It was originally just used as a figure head to lead the charge from the government locked dam blocking off water. it somehow survived so he uses it as his hq.
hobie is immune to his scorpion's venom after being stung so many times and stealing samples of it to build up an immunity. yes it hurt. yes it sucked. but it worked. (loosely inspired by a fanfic)
the above are not in chronological order. mostly.
FOOD:
Hobie's world doesn't have a lot of spices. it's a closed state unless importing 'important' materials like lumber, steel and other sciency stuff, food is a lower priority or just a restricted luxury. the spice trade has regressed to something like the 1600s where foreign spices are held by those in power purely as a status symbol. the common man might have access to salt, sugar and cream, but anything else- especially anything spicy- is a luxury item.
hobie would love spicy food. i just dont think he's gotten much exposure to it. day one out of e-138 he opened a bag of spicy chips in the cafeteria, touched one and exploded.
exotic/foreign fruits fall under this same category but for more legit reasons of travel and lack of safe storage. so for example: mangoes, oranges/citrus, kiwi, pomegranates.
boba would freak him the fuck out. he has no idea what those little jiggly things are and its only made worse when one of the kids inevitably shows him the hamster 'is it worth it' meme. he becomes scarred for life.
if you take too long to take a bite out of whatever you're holding and hobie is hungry, he will just lean over and take a bite out of it. sandwich? bitten. spaghetti? stolen off the fork. chocolate bar? wrapper and bar, gone.
his favorite flavor of cake is chocolate or caramel. sue me im projecting onto him
BRITISH
he holds out his pinky when holding cups. it's just an unconscious thing that turns conscious once someone calls it out. in which case he sticks it out even further
flips the police and the royal family off regularly with the one fingered or the two fingered version. will only respect the french for inventing the creative two fingered fuck you, but nothing else.
has a winter fit that is just like a pile of whatever sweaters he has and two scarves. and long socks that make the space in his tight boots even more tight. sometimes cuts off circulation to his feet.
loves going to pubs and just chatting with people. also loves picking fights with the drunk people. Particularly the irish. he thinks their accents are funny and has long arguments with them while they're both speaking absolute gibberish.
knows french but only the insults. has an arsenal of french insults he will just whip out of his back pocket and drop on someone's head.
not really a british thing but i bet he doesn't know how to ride a bike. he was a) too tall and b) not willing to get his entire skeleton rattled by riding over the cobbled streets of london.
wimpy's fan. (its like the british version of mcdonalds but less popular and less famous. according to my research).
ANIMALS
Hobie keeps pigeons. he built a little house when he was bored and was surprised to find three pigeons hiding from the rain underneath it the next day. he didn't really intend to keep them but they nested and he kept bringing them food and water. he did name the brown one hobie jr.
hobie has a cat. again, not really 'has' but rather 'it broke into his boat and wont leave'. he didn't name her because he can't think of a good one. for the longest time he had no idea she was living in his floorboards but later discovered a hole in the side of his boat and found a crawlspace just large enough for a kitten.
he is freaked out by snakes. not as in a fear of snakes. but rather in utter disbelief that they can be the size of a human person. he's read about and probably seen the average snake, about the size of an arm. but anything larger than that will make his jaw drop right off of his face
he did have a symbiote dog for a short time. the dog was badly hurt and the passive symbiote had merged with its body to try and help it. he offered it a place to stay and rest and it happily agreed. it followed him around for the short while they had together and one day went off on its own.
he still sees that dog around (affectionately named 'spider-mutt') and offers it head scratches or belly rubs but they always part ways sooner than later.
loves opossums. thinks they look funny.
part two? maybe....
might add more to this as my brain keeps turning.
#atsv#hobie brown#hobie brown headcanons#this has been accumulating for#since the movie came out#i lost my mind#still losing it actually
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in this essay I need to talk about the way Dorothy acts around & reacts to stan in this clip (season 4 ep 5) specifically or I will simply perish.
enjoy the unorganized (unedited, and definitely not reread) chaos, this will be more of a ramble than anything - it’s so late & I need to get these thoughts out of my head before I explode.
Firstly, the clip in question:
( 1:15 - 2:22 )
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now. Oh boy. Where do I even begin.
As much as I know it was done for comedic effect; the way Dorothy doesn’t hesitate to let herself cuddle into stan (STAN!!! CUDDLING. with STAN. And **publicly** there are so many layers here) when he puts an arm around her, describing what probably were the happier times Dorothy’s mentioned having with him despite it all (or at least a version of them. his version, that he’d created in an attempt to persuade her, as we learn pretty quickly) - oh god it just breaks my heart. She lets herself feel those memories for just a moment, before it all inevitably comes crashing down again. The way she snaps so quickly… that’s something we do not see in younger Dorothy. Younger Dorothy comes off much more passive-aggressive leaning more on the passive (shy?) side, she’s just very logical & no nonsense (but not in the way she is now). That’s something that Dorothy never really loses - Whereas current Dorothy has lost that (passiveness) completely with stan, and seems find it natural to come off as “aggressive” & dominating around/toward others. So - that ability to shut off & become defensive like that, & so fast, was developed later on. She’s got a bite now that was learned, because she had to bite to survive. For her own sanity. Do you know how much work that would take to unlearn & heal, if she ever even tried? oh my. Yeah I’m not well. I don’t think she would have much faith in it changing either, it’s become such a part of her. I think she would feel a little lost without it.
That first bit kills me - but what kills me about this scene most, is that last bit. Where she tries to push back further with a comment she know will be funny and just a little hurtful (towards stan, im sure she thought) and that will further deflect. But it backfires and hurts her instead. Her voice breaks. It breaks and her eyes soften and it looks like that just for a moment she lets the hurt shine through. Because that is especially painful, she cannot bury it. Her entire demeanour changes as those last few words are delivered (and Oh My God do they register fast - like she’d reopened that wound having no idea it was going to sting so badly.) and I just - oh my GOD. For that split second she looks like she might crack, the pain in her voice is so clear. & then the walls go right back up & it’s pushed right back down. I cannot deal. I absolutely cannot. Dorothy has let herself be vulnerable in the past, but has there ever been more than maybe (maybe) a handfull of instances where her voice & face soften that way? Anyway, I’m absolutely losing it over those little details. I’ve yet to find another scene where it feels like younger Dorothy shines through in the current. It hurt my heart so good and I cannot stop thinking about it :’) I think this is my sign to rebinge every episode in order. Because I am definitely forgetting - there has to be more.
Okay that’s all for now! If any of you have any thoughts or personal fav scenes (etc) to share as well please feel free!!! Dorothy angst seems to be my drug of choice lately lmao
(like two bits of this were my own interpretations of Dorothy’s character based on observation, don’t take them as canon nor am I claiming they are, because we obviously don’t know exactly what happened in between + younger Dorothy didn’t have much screen time :’)! Headcanons are just so much fun to throw around!!)
She <333 <33333333 <3 <3 <3 heart heart heart xxoo literal angel
#this indirectly implies Kate having some serious oldest daughter/finding out about All This/possible conflict with dorothy angst potential#<- thinking very hard. i don’t want to think anymore. make it stop my poor heart#i might edit this and add more coherent thoughts when it’s not late at night & im not half awake#i am so sorry if this makes 0 sense I was falling asleep through writing half of this lol 😭😭#anyway :)))) :))))))))) I can’t do this#the golden girls#dorothy zbornak#stan zbornak#i don’t even feel comfortable putting their names next to each other in tags#like. oh my god I HAATEEEE HIMMMMMM 😭😭#GET AWAY FROM HER !#EVEN IN TUMBLR TAGS!!! I#thank you for coming to my ted talk (ramble) (this fixation has hands)
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Leverage character asks: 1,3,17,45 (your choice on character)
thank you for the ask & for fueling my leverage obsession lol <3
1. Canon I outright reject
honestly i love the character development on leverage, even when it means the character has some negative traits or weaknesses or something. hmm… i think one thing i disliked was hardison being a super bad tipper (some ep in s5). he doesn’t care about workers? particularly after five years of leverage? idk.
i also wish eliot didn’t seem to like cops so much, but thats more of a gripe with the show’s/showrunners’ attitudes towards police.
3. Obscure headcanon
sophie: that she’s trans! love that hc. shout out to @transsophiedevereaux. also that sophie had a drunken one night stand with maggie, which is actually (word of god) canon rather than a head canon, but seems to be rarely mentioned.
nate: nate x sophie x sterling… it’s happened at least once.
parker: so many!! but the one i’ll share is that. uh. she’s probably killed someone. pre-leverage, she’s known to be dangerous for a reason, and she’s been in a lot of awful situations unfortunately. she would probably have done so out of necessity, it might even have been self defense, but yk. it’s still killing someone. and no, i don’t mean the pilot flashback - according to word of god (ie john rogers) she probably didn’t kill her foster parents when exploding their house. anyway, i’ve seen some cool fics about this idea and discussed this topic w @laser-tripwires and i think it’s really interesting for a variety of reasons, but i won’t list them here bc this is already getting so long lol.
hardison: that he still secretly adds to nana’s income somehow (he canonically paid off her medical bills), that he plays D&D, that he likes [insert media beloved by geeks that i don’t really know much about, but i love that people hc him as enjoying the things they enjoy so much].
eliot: my own silly hc that many of his scars are actually from kitchen accidents rather than fights lol
17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them
gonna answer this one for sophie only, cause i have quite a few answers just for her!
1) i saw a gif set of sophie once with the lyrics of "thief" by imagine dragons, and it was a really gorgeous gif set and the lyrics fit very well.
2) yk the fable "the scorpion and the frog"? at the end of s1, she seems to excuse her actions (conning the team) like the scorpion - that it’s just in her nature, lying is who she is, she’s a thief and this is what thieves do, etc. additionally, it’s what sterling says about her, that her behaviour was predictable because it’s "who she is".
3) the gambler by kenny rogers. bc the chorus is canonically her life philosophy lmao (according to the last dam job).
45. Their favorite celebrity
sophie: canonically, db cooper. she idolises him in the db cooper job lol. poster above her bed as a teenager etc etc.
nate: man, his would be oddly specific im sure. like he reads war strategy books, maybe sun tzu. or perhaps a chess grandmaster, like bobby fischer. i don’t know much about war strategists nor chess players, so if anyone does, then maybe you can suggest a more specific person.
hardison: i know he loves star trek, doctor who, star wars - im simply not pop culture savvy enough to know who his fave actors from those shows might be. BUT. i think it would be funny if his fave celebrity was wil wheaton (who was in star trek, and who, of course, played cha0s in leverage). also, wil wheaton is famously into D&D, video games, comics, and other "geek" stuff that hardison proudly enjoys too. hardison does not see the resemblance btwn wheaton and his nemesis, no idea what you’re taking about.
eliot: i think he would have people he looks up to or thinks are incredible, who are celebrities but only in a very specific field. like a renowned chef, but not a "celebrity chef" as in one who’s on tv. i mean like a chef who is famous among chefs, for being one of the most talented in the world.
parker: i feel her definition of celebrity would be somewhat different to most people’s. plus, her knowledge of the world is deep but narrow - she knows everything possible about thievery and anything even tangentially related (probably a decent amount of physics, for example), but pop culture? not so much. she later gets into stuff like dr who via hardison though, so perhaps the actor of the current doctor, ncuti gatwa. now, there’s also famous thieves, BUT they’re generally only famous because they eventually got caught. parker does not get caught. she would not idolise someone who ended up caught. maybe the thief of an unsolved heist. honestly, parker is famous in the leverage crime world. so. herself? not that she enjoys being a celebrity lol.
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3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr
ok if im being honest im STILL thinking about ytp/exploding hotdogs inthe micrwave-amy. NO SHE WOULD FUCKING NOTTTTT you guys just think that any girl liking traditionally feminine things automatically = no personality so the only way you can wrap your head around "fixing her" is making her less "girly". im still going to war over what ppl are doing to amy. literally no one on the planet understands amy like i do and shes not even one of my faves. i dont even enjoy understanding her like she's my own daughter i do it like its an obligation like im legally required. i also recently learned that "does naruto having blonde hair and blue eyes mean he's white-coded" is legitimate discourse and i fr think you all need serious help
15. that one thing you see in fanart all the time
ok this is my biggest hater opinion and i KNOWWWW its like unnecessarily pissy so i havent said antyhing abt it until now but i think you might understand me. I DONT LIKE IT WHEN PEOPLE GIVE SHADOW SOME LITTLE THING TO TAKE CARE OF. I DONT LIKE HIS CHAO AND I DONT LIKE [expunged for my and others' safety] AND I DONT LIKE WHEN PEOPLE JUST GIVE HIM CATS. HE CANT TAKE CARE OF LITTLE CREATURES HE DOESNT CARE TO DO THAT HE DOESNT WANT TO HE JUST DOES NOT HAVE THE CARETAKERS SOUL LIKE HES NOT DOING THAT. HES NOT DOING THAT. BUT PPL DRAW IT ALLLLL THE TIMEE.......... IS THERE NO OTHER WAY WE CAN SHOW HIS SOFT SIDE THEN GIVING HIM SOME LITTLE CREATURE. HES NOT DOING THAT SHIT!!!!!!!!!! its so stupid bc its not even like ooc NECESSARILY i mean his chao exists in at least some canons and theres nothing really saying it COULDNT happen and its such a harmless thing to be a hater about BUT I HATE ITTTTTT also when ppl make the hedgehogs wag their tails BE SO SERIOUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)
literally every ship with amy. i think you guys just are desperate to ship her w someone. AROACE AMY SWEEP. ASK ME ABOUT MY AROACE AMY AGENDA!!! also i know youve talked about this 1 million times but i cannot fucking stand how the greater fandom talks about scourge bc none of them even KNOW HIM AT ALL and miss literally EVERYTHING that makes his character interesting and fun bc you didnt even READ ARCHIE you just decided to take this one dude out and sand him of everything of note so you can make him a sad little meow meow ToT SONIC HAS PLENTY OF SAD LITTLE MEOW MEOWS CANT A GUY JTSU SUCK??? CANT HE JUST BE A TERRIBLE LOSER? COME ONNNNNNN but ofc you wouldnt understand bc you didnt even READ ARCHIEEEEEE.
22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores
JULIE SU. JULIE SU. JULIE SU ALWAYS. theres literally so much that could be said and expanded upon w her family and background and not even in the way that canon didnt give her anything at all and you gotta diy everything, shes SUCH A FUN CHARACTER shes so funny and such a jerk and everyone writes her off as "girl knuckles" so fast that they wont even LOOK at how much unique personality she has and how UNIQUE her relationship w knuckles is LIKE.... ken penders actually gave js a fun and unique and dope personality, the FANS are the ones writing her off as girl knuckles. ummmmm its not looking good for you people! and theres the assumption ig that all the romances in archie just suck bc theres sort of a lot of them, obviously i dont like every one COUGHken and sallyCOUGH but like ToT KNUXSU IS SO SO SO GOOD.... THE WAY THEY TALK TO EACH OTHER IS SO GOOD like you guys wipe every characters personality to put them in a ship, then talk about knuxsu as if thats the issue with it and why you dont like it, but. ITS NOT EVEN LIKE THAT. AND IF IT WAS SHOULDNT YOU LIKE THAT SORT OF SLOPim sounding like lorillee rn. QPR KNUXSU AGENDA WILL NEVER DIE
and in the same vein as js, lien da also. ppl just in passing say that either shes hot or shes ugly and no one talks about that creepy as fuck issue where eggman surgically put her back together. that issue was so fucking dope. shes so awesome. i love you lien da you are terrible and i love you.
obviously literally just all of archie. nobody talks about archie. i fucking love archie but everyones too scared. i wish i could make that au
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Okay so what are your headcanons for why Wenda did what she did? Like, did she just go crazy? Did she have a reason to hurt the people she went after?
I want to know all the lore of your au >:3
THANK YOU FOR ASKING BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT WENDA FANDOM WILL ACTUALLY HATE ME FOR THIS I THINK!!! AND NORMAL PEOPLE WILL ALSO BUT NOT BECAUSE IT'S ALL WENDA BUT BECAUSE I HAVE A WEIRD APPROACH TO CHARACTERIZATION AND MY MORAL COMPASS WAS SWALLOWED BY THE SEA!!!
hi, ''after writing this essay'' t00nyah here, this might not make sense and be weird psychologically speaking, and might also break your brain if you try to understand my thought process, so sorry about that!
i CAN'T formulate what exactly it is i'm thinkig of, but in my head, wenda has always been a little off. she would take a candy from a baby(sky) and laugh about it. she's just not nice to be around sometimes. she has 'popular girl everyone adores but secretely hates her' archetype potential in my head i think. except this popular girl likely is annoyed by you breathing the same air as her to the point of hoping a car would ride over you as you speak to her. (obviously not directed at you)
but i'm also saying SOMETIMES. she's not always ACTING like that, she just has intrusive thoughts that slip out sometimes, she can be really fun too! but also sometimes her humor is too morbid for others.
i think BEFORE black sprunki incident she just had better control of it, but when she saw stuff going downhill she just took the chance to stop hiding what's going on in her mind and went really far, it's a bit of guilty pleasure for her (a bit because she doesn't feel that much guilt). so it's basically 'she kept having thoughts about hurting others, saw everyone getting hurt anyways and decided to join in'. it COULD be also related to black sprunki, i think the whole atmosphere got fucked up, but i do think that it just...always was in her head, just had to snap completely.
I THINK that those she targeted she did have a specific but incredibly petty grudge against though. it doesn't have to be understandable, it may be some VERY stupid irritation that she keeps transferring into disliking someone instead of seeing it for what it is. like you know for example seeing a couple kissing in public and wishing their heads would fucking explode in real time!! (haha probably not relatable to anyone else. haha.) so she's upset at pinki and oren, not with the fact that PDA just frustrate her. IT'S JUST AN EXAMPLE BTW. BUT IT'S THE CLOSEST I CAN COME UP WITH TO DESCRIBE WHAT I THINK IT COULD BE IN MY HEAD.
it's hard to formulate what i think like that because mostly i can IMAGINE how a character would act or respond to a situation in my head, but i can't generalized my impression about them, so this whole post feels a little off to me, but is probably the most accurate impression of wenda's character in my head. i'm probably making this a lot deeper than i should jhbksdfjkabfdas.
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