#there are many aspects to this that i cannot find a way to verbalize

[dihalect]

that friend of mine that i am/was in love with. they’ve been über-depressed, and i had heard from them like once since we graduated. i had texted them a few times over the past few months, with no response, and i was beginning to force myself to accept that i might not hear from them again. yesterday they called me out of the blue, and we’ve been (slowly) texting. i am, of course, experiencing Emotions. but above all, i am just so so so glad they’re (kind of) in my life again, and that they seem to be doing a bit better

[byuno-o]

ASTRO OBSERVATIONS I'VE OBSERVED (mostly about moon placements)

NOTE: PERSONAL OBSERVATIONS. HENCE, MIGHT NOT BE APPLICABLE FOR EVERYONE. ONLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT. HENCE, DISCRETION IS ADVISED. DO PROVIDE FEEDBACKS, I LOVE IT. :)

I have seen people with strong emotional responses having strong mars and debilitated moon placements. For example, one having strong Mars placements or degrees, in Mars ruled houses such as Scorpio mars and Aquarius moon might end up expressing their anger in a scathing way, you know: the kind of people who just know what to say to hurt you, or pull tricks which might be fatal for everyone surrounding them?

As much as I love my fellow Pisces, I just need to put this out: you need to put into the work in order to actually manifest what you want. You cannot just sit and wish for good things to come to you while you don't work on yourself.

Also, my friends with Pisces moons have a tendency to avoid the problems plaguing them, but they seem to become the biggest helpers when it comes to solving other people's problems. I often wonder if I should laugh for having such cool friends in times or need or cry for having friends who could careless for their own problems which in turn become the reason for their sufferings.

4) My Mom is have Taurus mars, and boy when they tell you that people with Taurus mars are the most chillest people you'll ever meet until you cross them the wrong way.

5) My father and I share the same moon sign, and I think he's the evolved version of Leo moon. I have this theory that a person's emotional evolvement is often related to their moon sign's sister sign. For example, my father has a Leo moon, but he rationalizes his emotions like an Aquarius moon would, keep things bottled up, and when he really has to speak, he'd speak about his emotions in a practical way--and often talk about the root causes as if he's delivering a motivational speech on self improvement.

6) on the other hand, my brother (youngest one) has Aquarius moon, and he is very dramatic, takes every word as a jab and has a very regal aura to him. Another example would be my two guy friends who have capricorn moon and cancer moon, and weirdly enough, the capricorn one is more emotionally charged than the cancer one, who is very mature when it comes to handing his emotions. The capricorn one is very sneaky, and is very petty to the ones who hurt him (I find it funny most of the time that he act like he is unfazed only to go to his social media and post shit about the person) It gives 'very mindful. But the cancer one is very nurturing, very motherly and respectful--even to the ones who disagree to him (he often debates a lot and often end up in verbal brawls) Although he can be scathing too.

7) Also, regarding the moon signs, I can see the changes forming within me these days. My solar return for this year has aquarius moon in my fourth house, and I have mellowed down, and feel very emotionally connected to my mother specially.

8) People with harsh aspects between their moon signs and saturn constantly fights against their own emotions, it's often like the fight between their mind and their heart. Hence they might try to be practical, but often end up expressing themselves in an opposite way.

9) I often imagine people with Libra moon with having a heart of gold, the 'very demure, very mindful' types. If they were to have their dark sides, I would think manipulations, and twisting words would be it. Do lemme know your thoughts on this.

10) With all my friends studying with me: we're in a creative field, I have noticed a pattern, their art preferences, and their dislikes regarding some aspects of art, are closely related to their moon signs. I have seen the ones having Sag moons gravitate towards creating pieces with many greens and purples, you know? Ecobrutalism but with a dash of futurism too? The most original ones in my opinions are the ones with pisces, leo and scorpio moons. my friends with those moon signs happened to always bring something new to the table. The most consistent ones with a very definitive art style are IMO, capricorn moon and cancer moon and aquarius moon. They'll make it happen, however.

THAT'S IT FOR TODAY. I HAVE BEEN AWAY FOR TOO LONG THAT THE OBSERVATIONS I HAD MADE (MOST OF 'EM) HAVE BEEN LOST. I NEED TO KEEP A NOTEBOOK OR SOMETHING. HEHEHEHE. DO LET ME YOUR THOUGHTS ON THIS, AND YEAH, I WHOLEHEARTEDLY WANT TO HAVE DISCUSSIONS COS BOY I NEED TO IMPROVE.

[queentala]

Fenrys bedroom headcanons

Fenrys Moonbeam x reader

Oh gods I finally wrote something!!!! 🥳 Ugh, it feels so good. You can see the variety of my emotions while writing those headcanons, going from poetic, through obsessed, to being absolutely done, and then to feeling cute. And also great shout out to @juulle987 that gave me some ideas, kept me motivated and entertained today. This post is dedicated to you, baby ❤️ Anyway, I hope you enjoy this 🥰

Words: slightly over 3k

Warnings: no spoilers wanted so just be aware of a lot of nsfw content

Even though the smart mouth, charming smile, effortless way of being, or simply the pretty face, might cause various spicy inklings and rumors about the White Wolf's abilities in bedroom, (which, pretty much always are at least partially accurate), there is a lot more than just youngish yearning and playfulness underneath his skin. After all, many might know that the beautiful warrior had his persistent spot in Queen Maeve's bed, only few, however, that he did not cherish this "privilege", as she called it.

There is just… so much darkness in Fenrys' soul, that it is impossible to save any aspect of his life from the pain it brings, especially when the said aspect is directly connected to the source of his trauma. 

So no, Fenrys is not the always horny and kinky sex god we make him out to be. 

Okay he is. 

But at least not at the beginning, or even the halfway of the long journey of trying to overcome the demons that haunt him. 

It's going to take a while for him to open up. To trust you. 

Now, most of sa victims are not fond of touch, which is understandable as it triggers the bad memories. But I do think Fenrys would very much need and crave physical contact with his mate/beloved. Especially the soft and comforting type, the one that resumes him that he is loved and sets his skin on fire at the same time. 

It's just that with Maeve he didn't get to experience the featherlike softness which every lover's fingers should have, nor the addicting feeling of trying to grasp as much of each other as possible. And when he finally does, it's like a painkiller for his soul. 

Believe me when I say that Fenrys cannot get enough of your hands in his hair, chests pressed against each other, legs tangled under the sheets… It's not the verbal yes that he gives you when you take off his shirt, but the way he's pressing his cheek into your palm as you caress his face that keeps you going. He's not good with words. How could he when there's a lump in his throat as emotion overtake his ability to make a sound? So instead he lets his body speak. 

At first the sex is soft and intense, full of small gasps, long kisses and sweet words whispered against each other's skin. It's more about just being close to each other than the actual pleasure; the beautiful feeling of getting lost in each other, feeling of security sugared with the bliss caused and boosted by every stroke against the most intimate parts belonging only to the two of you. 

Holding hands also appears to be an important deal for Fenrys; a physical visualization of the trust and safety he feels while in your presence. It definitely adds intimacy, which he very much craves, to the moment and overall is a really sweet gesture that just naturally feels right. 

He always finds a way to connect your palms, no matter the position he has you in, and not even once it failed to work as the motion always turns out sweet, sexy or goofy and either way it's just amazing. 

And even decades into your relationship, when his trauma is just a blurry memory appearing in his nightmares from time to time, holding hands is as important as it was at the beginning of your shared journey. 

Another form of intimacy that Fenrys adores, is morning, cuddly sex. Or in general just cuddly, sleepy sex as we know this guy likes to take a nap during the day. 

It's slow and sloppy, with eyes still closed and face buried in each other's chest or neck, warm covers enveloping and keeping you safe in the small bubble of just you two, free from all the worries of the day. 

It is such a wholesome moment that lets you be close even in the most vulnerable state, plus the atmosphere is so sweet and cozy… Oh and I just know that Fenrys gets all sensitive then, too lost in the feeling to even care and keep the veneer of having some control over his body. 

He. Is. Such. A. Moaner.

Fenrys is vocal, never even trying to muffle the sounds YOU'RE pulling out of him. It feels so divine, so why would he keep it to himself? 

At first it's low grunts and hisses, slipping out of his mouth mindlessly as you clutch him so tightly and good, slowly turning into moans, each louder than the previous one, more desperate, as he's nearing his release. The sweet noises falling right into your ear, broken from time to time by a curse when the pleasure gets overwhelming. 

Now keep in mind that all this happens when he's the one on top, so when he's trying to keep himself together. 

I don't think Fenrys would be into the dom/sub dynamics due to his trauma; neither being at someone's mercy nor having someone absolutely helpless underneath really appeals to him. However, the top/bottom thing absolutely does appear in your bedroom. 

Being under Maeve's command for a century, it's rather reasonable that Fenrys would like to be a top and have control over the situation. (I even had a discussion with someone about this on my blog if you'd like to read more into it.) So while neither of you have more or less power over the other during sex, most of the time it's Fenrys that initiate, choose and control things. 

However, I'm a firm believer that Fenrys is a switch.

So with the right person and after the right amount of time, he would give up the control without any worries. And that's when you meet his absolutely new side. 

Like I already hinted, Fenrys gets sensitive and it doesn't take much for him to fall apart. Whether you're riding him, or working your hand or mouth along his length, his moans always somehow get louder and more desperate. 

And oh boy, try to edge him a little bit, and you get two outcomes.

One: you just turned on his playful mode and now he's going to pay you back with twice as much.

Two: he's falling into total submission and gets all whiny, begging you to let him cum because your hand on him feels so good and he can't take it anymore, but you keep teasing him, telling him that only good puppies get to cum and I'm jqhwjhwj 🥴😩

But anyway, back to playful Fenrys.

Of course having so many bad memories with sex, he tries his best to make it as pleasurable and comfortable experience as possible, both for you and him. 

And you know Fenrys, always with mischief in his eye and snarky comments ready for any occasion… I'm afraid his attitude in the bedroom doesn't differ too much. 

He is definitely the type of person to crack the most random joke in the middle of the fun, or stop and collapse into giggles at the weird sound either of you made or when the new position doesn't work quite like it should. 

Do I even have to mention all the dirty jokes he'd come up with? And you know it's not only you that hears them but the whole court. I swear everybody is so effin fed up with them yet it seems like Fenrys, the unbothered king of annoying his decayed ex comrades, comes up with a new joke every time he cums. 

(which is a lot cause the boy's sensitive as fuck but about that later)

He calls you his muse at this point as you're the reason behind most of them.

And if you can imagine Fenrys being playful during sex, then imagine what happens before. Because half of the time it's the tickling sessions that get you into the bedroom, starting as harmless fun and ending up with clothes scattered on the floor and sheets that definitely need to be changed after you're done. 

However I would be surprised hadn't it worked the other way around as well, as if you don't see lighthearted sex with Fenrys turning into a tickling fight then you clearly don't know him. 

Since we're talking about getting started… Fenrys loves you and sex with you, and ya know, you're not just some lover but his beloved, a person truly dear to him. So most of the time he'd want to do everything properly. That's why I dare say he is the king of foreplay. 

Fenrys knows perfectly how to get you into the mood, whether it be more giggly or sexy. He knows all your sensitive places, knows where to kiss and where to bite, what turns you on. 

Of course he enjoys quickies as well, every moment with (in) you is priceless. But why would he narrow himself to doing the bare minimum before entering you when he could have you squirting and begging for his cock?

I already said it in my previous headcanons, and Fenrys said it himself; his tongue is his best feature. So who am I to argue with him? 

This man. Is so fucking amazing at oral, that there's no enough words in the world to describe it. 

He just loves eating you out; love your taste, love the way you're arching and love the sound of your moans. He can spend hours, (and I really do believe I'm not overreacting), slowly drawing his tongue up and down your entrance, eyes closed in pleasure at the way your arousal feels on his lips. 

He absolutely outdoes himself in those moments, making sure no inch of yours is left without his attention. Kissing the soft flesh of your thighs, palms exploring the well known shape of your hips and waist as he fucks you little cunt; switching between your hole and clit, treating one with his lips while his fingers take care of the other. 

Start pulling at his hair and it only keeps him going. 

Just the sight of you falling apart under his touch is enough to leave him hard and ready. (Although, am I the only one that thinks he could cum by just eating you out…? He defo could, couldn't he?)

And just as much as he loves giving, he loves receiving. I already said that Fenrys gets whiny and sensitive when you're on your knees. He'd definitely fist your hair and watch in awe with mouth slightly open how you take his length, too hipnotised by the sight to be aware of the way his body reacts or the sounds slipping from between his lips.

He can hold himself for a pretty long time, but I do believe he wouldn't have any problems with cumming within minutes, especially when you're the one working on him. 

Fenrys might not be the horniest person at the beginning. Like I already said, demons of the past do take a toll on him. But as the years pass by, and with your love that makes him stronger with each day, I think I can say this guy is very much able to find any excuse to have sex. 

Whether it be a few minutes break before one meeting and another, an especially colder day, or just a very beautiful night, Fenrys can and will try to get you to bed as often as possible. 

Oh and I bet he wakes up with a boner almost every morning. Don't ask me why because I don't know, it's just a feeling that he does. What I know, though, is that there's no way he'd handle it himself when you're laying by his side 😏. 

There are three ways to solve this and he's not going to complain either way. 

Feeling comfortable, Fenrys is the first one to experiment and try new things. As long as it doesn't harm either of you, and doesn't trigger any bad memories, he's down for whatever you propose. 

After all, sex is all about fun and pleasure, so why not find as many ways to do so as possible? 

Actually the only things that he is strongly against would be degrading and bondage, besides that he's willing to give everything else a try.

Those that read my previous headcanons will most likely recall the fabulous white, fluffy tail plug and wolf/dog ears to match. 

And as much as I consider my previous hcs a disaster, this is something I stand my ground on. What's more, I do believe Fenrys would be absolutely and thoroughly into roleplays and dressing ups. AND I DARE YOU TO TELL ME I'M WRONG. You can't. 

It's sexy and goofy at the same time, and given that these two adjectives are literally Fenrys' life motto…

He'd love to have you in doggy as you wear the plug, or even more, pressed against the kitchen counter as you decided to wear it (only it) while making him breakfast. Or when you ride him wearing a sexy cowgirl outfit, bouncing on his cock with tits falling out of the tight unbuttoned shirt, tied under your breast. Would he chase you with a lasso through the house before that? You already know the answer. 

And do I even have to mention Fenrys in the play boy or maid costume?

This man is such a teaser. It goes all the way from leaving small kisses and little touches all over your body for the whole day, to purposely slowing down the peace of his thrusts. 

He'd also strip for you. Painfully slowly taking off each piece of clothing as you watch him with lips watering (I'm talking about both types 👀). And had you shown any type of impatience, he would turn it against you and call you desperate for him, as if he's not taking so long for this exact purpose. 

But when Fenrys finally does crawl his naked frame over you, he makes sure to make all this waiting worth it. He worships you like no one else ever could, touching and kissing every inch of skin he can find, devouring the sight below him with eyes blown with desire, words of admiration slipping out of his mouth like sparks out of bonfire. 

Words might not hold such powerful meaning as actions, but it doesn't make them any less important for Fenrys. Not only does he use every chance he gets to compliment you, more than once not even realizing it, smothering you with praises and pet names whether it be in lovesick awe or overwhelmed with pleasure, but craves to hear those sweet words fall from your mouth directed to him.

He seeks your attention and admiration like a puppy, melting in your palms as you pamper him with love. 

My man is not big on sharing. Even though I'd love to believe that he agrees to bring another person to your bedroom from time to time, especially a man as I whole believe that he is bisexual, I think it would be rather a rarity. Well, he's not interested in other women when you're the only one he needs and wants, and also it would take a lot of time and reassurance for him to share you with another man. But once you talk it through… Dorian would be more than willing, that's for sure. 

Oh, I had some trouble deciding whether he is a boobs or ass guy, and Julle solved within seconds saying that he's both. And yeah, I do see that. 

Fenrys would love sleeping with his face in your breasts, or play with them as you're laying in bed with a book, not paying attention to him so he has to entertain himself. And he loves sucking at your titties, trying to get you to orgasm just by that. 

But at the same time he would waste no opportunity to slap your butt as he walks past or fucking you from behind. Nor would he complain as you sit on his face with full weight. 

Ah and how could I forget? What's a better way to worship your pussy than filling it with cum? Watching his cock slide out white from how full of him you are, seeing his seed leak out and drip down your thighs? 

You know he's trying to put as many puppies in you as he can. 

And as a cherry on top I can offer you naked domestic Fenrys. It is a good thing that he's comfortable, of course it is, however, once he does, he doesn't differ much from a toddler. Run after him with pants all you want, he's not going to put them on, parading through the whole house in all the glory. 

But honestly? Is it so bad? I mean, people pay big money for less effective views, so I wouldn't complain and feast my eyes all I can. 

In this long as toilet paper essay, we came to the conclusion that sex with Fenrys can be sexy, funny, intense, loving and hundreds of other kinds. But what is one thing that they all have in common? ✨ Aftercare ✨ (you can see I'm losing my shit here? Sorry, I'm just tired, maybe I'll rewrite this part tomorrow)

After the fun is over, no matter how long or hard it was, Fenrys will always make sure you're okay before doing anything else. It is his priority to help you come down after your high, asking if you need anything whether it be water, a helpful hand in getting cleaned, a bath or simply snuggles. 

And though he'd never expect from you anything you cannot give, it makes his heart flutter when you do the same thing for him. So maybe ask if he's okay, or play with his hair as he's falling asleep, whispering praises against his forehead, and it would definitely make him happier. 

Fenrys is an amazing lover, thoughtful and passionate, open minded and big on boundaries. He can offer you the whole world and crawl out of his skin to bring you pleasure, and still stop without a second thought when you say no. And he does expect the same thing from you.

Because at the end of the day, consent is the sexiest thing you can give him.

[moonpool-system]

In your most recent (to making this ask) reblog you mentioned being other kin and having facets that seemed to be kins at one point (or being both). How did you figure out they were facets vs kins? I'm still learning about my system, but have a few kins figured out but some kins I'm wondering if are facets/alters/etc and would love any advice I can get on knowing the difference.

Heya! I know this is pretty late but hope this advice still gets to ya!

On telling the difference between facets & kintypes!

[On telling the difference between facets & kintypes!]

We identify as both otherkin and a system, and while telling the difference between the two is much easier nowadays, it really wasn't when we first started out - we realized our median monoconscious host facets had been masking under 'kin shifts for years. Nowadays we have a sort of checklist we go through to tell if an identity is a kintype or an introject of some sort. Hopefully this can help people sort out the difference!

Note: these are all from the perspective of a single system! Others may have other experiences and are encouraged to add to this post.

Otherkin experiences

[Otherkin experiences]

- Being otherkin means having an innate "other" identity you identify as You. Many singular people feel like they have different aspects of themselves, and a kintype may feel like that, but it will still be intrinsically intwined with your core self. Your kintype identity cannot be "separated" from You.

- We find a good way to tell if a potential kintype is yours, is to refer to the 'type and their actions with I/me pronouns. For example, let's say someone's fictionkin as Character xyz. They likely would feel comfortable saying, "I am xyz. My friends are [xyz's friends] and I partook in [experiences xyz experienced]. I feel a certain way about those experiences because they affected me personally."

- Kin shifts, in the otherkin community, are periods of time where you experience the aspects of your otherkin identity more intensely for an amount of time. This is generally considered not a plural experience, since those in kin shifts might lean heavier into the aspects of themselves aligning with their kintype, they often will not contradict their non-shifted selves on things like identity, current dislikes, and moral opinions.

- Sometimes we feel more or less connected to certain kintypes than others, but not only is that likely because most of us are past life otherkin, but the dissonance doesn't get too extreme unless we're in a different facet or another member all together.

Polyconscious median experiences

- Being co-conscious with another system member can feel like "you" at first, but there're some distinct differences. When you're experiencing an emotion or memory related to a possible kintype or other member, consider how it may feel for these emotions to be coming from a third person perspective within your own body. Ask yourself these questions: Does it feel like these emotions/memories are coming from my perspective? Does this directly contradict how I'm feeling right now? Do I feel a disconnect from this feeling/memory/identity, as if I'm feeling someone else next to me experience it rather than feeling as if it's me? (Remember, for many people with system members connected to their kintypes, it can be both)

- Do your emotions and experiences related to your "kintype" feel controlled by you, or do they feel like they have a whim of their own, changing on a course only connected to yours? Does your "kintype" feel like they have their own free will? If unsure, try reaching out to and talking with that identity with your mental voice, and see if you get an emotional or mental-verbal response!

- Your kintype will feel like an inseparable aspect of you, while another member may feel more like an "outside force" despite being internal. Do you feel like you "tune out" of the world while your identity takes the wheel of doing things and expressing using the conscious awareness/body? Many systems can misinterpret switches as kin shifts due to not knowing that not all systems black out when not in front.

- When you're unsure if you're just in a shift or if someone's around with you, try calling out to and talking to them with your mental voice. You might have to do it a few times! You may feel a stirring of emotion separate from yours or even get a response in internal voice as well. Kintypes generally don't act on their own or respond to you.

Monoconscious median experiences

- Switching between monoconscious facetw can feel a lot like kin shifts. Compare how you feel in a "shift" to how you felt before. Do you feel drastically different? Do you feel like using a different name, or that you have a different gender or pronouns? Are your opinions & tastes different from before? How differently do you act outwardly? Kin shifts generally just make you feel more intensely in the headspace of your kintype- it won't change anything drastic or contradictory like that.

- Compare your self before the "shift" to now. Does your identity, opinions, gender, tastes, etc feel unpleasant or wrong to apply to you? Does it bring discomfort or dysphoria? That's probably separation you're feeling. While in median systems, members may have similar aspects, there're usually contrasting elements as well. (this median part goes doubly for polycon members as well)

- A way to conceptualize monoconscious medianhood is feeling as if "you" are shifting and changing into something new, rather than being there along with somebody else tied to you. Your point of perspective may not shift when you switch front, but your identity does.

Important points of crossover!!

[Important points of crossover!!]

- You may feel like more than one of these concepts apply for a singular source/'type, and that's okay! Kintypes can form as headmates and still be your kintype as well - it takes a little to get used to, but that's just how it is sometimes. Having two people that both ID as the same source is typically called doubles, just the same as the fictionkin community

- Other members of the system can have their *own* kintypes, which can get a little complicated, but it'll get easier to sort out as you practice and increase communication.

Hope this helps out some!! Sorry it took a bit

[legacygirlingreen]

Topic: Sebastian and Solomon Sallow HCs

TW: mild discussion of abuse

It’s been almost a year in the fandom and I love seeing people continue to expand on the headcanon and lore surrounding these characters. The discussion of Solomon and his abusive tendencies comes up a lot towards his nephew. Beyond just the verbal - which we get a mild glance at paired with the elements told by Sebastian - one might can infer there’s more to the story.

Some people have proposed Sebastian possibly living in that shack (I can’t remember who exactly plus please feel free to tag and I’ll add them). Discussions of how physical the abuse is have happened in many locations.

As for why I love the HC of Solomon (forcibly) cutting Sebastian’s hair stems from the importance of hair in the time the game exists. Hair was an important aspect of home making - specifically with mothers to their children and fathers teaching their sons how to groom. Lack of parental figures that care can lead to those who seek to harm - thus why it makes sense in my brain for Solomon to do this.

Hair also played an important role between lovers - with things like hair locks being gifted by both genders to the other and rising to the use of lockets to hold locks of hair in a way to always keep that person close to your heart.

Sebastian frequently is shown in cut scenes scratching the back of his neck nervously, and while some people have the nervous tick of biting their nails this often one we see for him.

Solomon forcing unwanted appearances onto his nephew truly seems within the realm of possibility in my mind, especially when you consider the time period, the fact it truly looks so uneven in the game and he stays at a baseline upset with Solomon.

On the flip side Solomon could be seeing this as a means to help with comfortability during hot summers despite not enjoying the task. As far as Victorian standards go it was a task usually reserved for the woman of the house until a certain age. We don’t get any clues on if he had children of his own and suddenly going from a bachelor auror to having to take care of your brother’s children likely wasn’t a light adjustment. His frustration at the situation at times might’ve come out towards those kids, putting stops to things he might’ve found difficult to watch his brother allow when the Sallow’s were alive.

I could speak at length about this topic of how their relationship might’ve grown more and more strained with time but I digress.

Almost one year ago I wrote a fic expressing a possible way in which Solomon might’ve pushed that boundary of abusive behavior with his nephew is in aggressively cutting his hair . This lead me down a rabbit hole of jumping back in fandom. those who have stuck around since March of 2023 for the ride with over 250k words of Sebastian content across my main fic, mini fic and one shots : thank you💚

In the spirit of this I would LOVE to hear any further ideas on this head cannon so if you have some please feel free to comment, dm or put it in my ask box! I love hearing your theories! Especially when it comes to the interesting relationship between Solomon and Sebastian.

Since then it’s been wonderful to watch this head canon grow:

@writing-intheundercroft has furthered it by suggesting that the reason it looks so terrible is sheep shears - which utterly cracks me up in ways I cannot express !

@mrsbrookemunson also wrote a one shot tackling the same concepts and you can find it here:

And if you’re interested in my work it’s here:

Anywho, this is a simple reminder that we can all share a lot of the same ideas and also expand on them in ways that bring us together as a collective and not divide. I’ve seen so much hate, accusatory behavior in the HL fandom the last few months and it’s growing tiresome. I love seeing how we can all share our thoughts and bring new and developing ideas to the same characters, creating our own lore which expands beyond the canon.

Again, I look forward to hearing others chime off on their thoughts on the matter. I know a lot of people have opinions of Solomon so please let me know 🤣

[gulnarsultan]

Hi, can i request a yandere Elijah Mikaelson general alphabet? Thanks a lot.

Yandere Elijah Mikaelson alphabet.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How severe can it be?

Elijah's love is his actions. Like taking care of and protecting his lover. He does not hesitate to give verbal and physical affection to his lover.

Elijah seems like a gentleman. However, this does not mean that he did not resort to violence. He can be even more violent than his brother Klaus when necessary.

Blood: How much trouble are they willing to mess up when it comes to their lovers?

As much as necessary. However, he will ensure that his lover does not see or know about the confusion.

Cruelty: How would they treat their lovers when they were kidnapped? Were they going to make fun of them?

He treats his lover like a Princess. He will only lock his lover in the room if he objects too much and tries to escape. (But he will meet his needs.) Elijah will not mock.

Darling: Other than kidnapping, do they do anything against their lover's wishes?

Most likely not. However, sometimes he can force his lover to do some things.

Revealed: How much of their heart do they give to their lovers? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their lovers?

He does not hesitate to reveal his feelings to his lover. However, when she truly trusts his lover, he will be vulnerable around him.

Fight: How would they feel if their lover reciprocated?

Frankly, he will be disappointed. He will live in anger and sadness.

Game: Is this a game for them? How much fun do they enjoy watching their lover try to escape?

It's no game for Elijah. He doesn't enjoy it. This causes disappointment and anger.

Hell: What would be the worst experience their lover had with them?

Don't get kidnapped. And being the target of Elijah's anger.

Their ideals: What kind of future do they dream of for/with their lover?

They plan to live a happy and peaceful life together.

Jealousy: Are they jealous? Do they lash out, or do they find a way to cope?

Elijah is actually trying not to show his jealousy. However, he is also jealous and possessive. It solves the problem by getting rid of the opponent.

Kisses: How do they act around or around their lovers?

He will be cautious at first. He will act more relaxed later.

Love letters: How will they woo or approach their lovers?

Like a complete gentleman. He will be very careful and meticulous in courtship.

Mask: Are their true colors very different from how they act around everyone else?

So it counts. He is angry and hides his bad side. Especially around his girlfriend.

Naughty: How will they punish their lovers?

Isolation. Restriction of leavers. Emotional and psychological punishment.

Cruelty: How many rights will they take away from her lover?

Freedom. Apart from this, what other rights he gets depends on his lover.

Patience: How patient are they with their lovers?

Elijah is patient. However, there are times when his patience runs out.

Give Up: If their lover dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, will they be able to move on with their lives?

If her lover dies, she falls into deep depression. He tries to bring his lover back to life. If it is not possible, he will mourn forever.

If his lover runs away, he will search endlessly. He never gives up on finding his lover.

Regret: Do they feel guilty for missing their lover? Would they let their lovers go?

Maybe he'll regret it a little. But I don't think he will give up his lover. Even if he leaves, he soon realizes that he cannot live without his lover and kidnaps his lover again.

Stigma: What gave birth to these aspects (childhood, curiosity, etc.)?

It probably stems from his childhood and adolescence. Elijah never had anything belonging to him. He always had to share with his siblings.

Tears: How do they feel when they see their significant other screaming, crying, and/or isolating themselves?

He gets frustrated and angry. He will try to solve the problem by talking.

Unique: Would they do anything different from classic yandere?

Being too patient.

Vice: What weakness can their lover exploit to escape?

I think there might be a slight chance of escaping once you gain trust.

The end of intelligence: Do they ever harm their lovers?

Unintentionally. Either when he was really angry or by mistake.

Xoanon: How much do they respect or worship their lovers? How far would they go to win their lovers?

He truly respects and adores his lover. Believe me, there was nothing he wouldn't do to win his girlfriend.

Yearn: How long do they desire to pursue their lover?

As required.

Zenith: Do they ever break their lovers?

Reluctantly yes.

[crimsondestroyer]

Ryu Number: The M.C. from The Under Presents

Alright. I've done a few Ryu numbers in the past, but none as elaborate as this one, so for once, I figured I'd make my own post explaining the... elaborate, to say the least, path I took to get here. Several dead ends and a couple weeks of research later, here we are.

So. To those of you who don't know anything about the Under, hi. I'm crimsonDestroyer. One of my many hobbies is playing VR games, and one such game is The Under Presents, by Tender Claws, a game I play somewhat often and speedrun periodically. A while back, I wondered in passing if I could figure out a way to connect any of the Under's characters to Ryu, like, say, The M.C. This seemed like a simple question at the time, but, well, let's see.

To start off with, there's a fairly simple Limited route. One aspect of The Under Presents in the past was its live actors, in-game characters played by real people who would interact with mute player characters in the game's multiplayer areas. Unfortunately, the actor run has since ended, and though there's been brief returns of actors here and there, it seems to be mostly over. However, one such actor-played character was a skeleton going by the name of Amelia. As Amelia's lore would later highlight, she is, in fact, the one and only Amelia Earhart, prior to her death and entrance into the Under. There are many hints around the game's world that Amelia Earhart was in the Under in the past, but she herself is nowhere to be found - except for this live actor. Given this was, by its nature, a time-limited occurrence, this would give the M.C. a nice, clean Limited Ryu Number of 3.

However, Limited Ryu Numbers are lame. Can we do better?

One of the many locations you can visit in the Under is the Crob Pit. There, by solving a puzzle with some fellow players, you can summon a massive crab monster who will eat you, sending you to the Den, inside him. There, you can find an assortment of crab bones and other gruesome things, in addition to one peculiar fixture.

This is the only intact human skeleton in the entire game, within the stomach of an enormous crab. Now, given the fact that Amelia Earhart is mentioned excessively by props around the setting of the game, with items such as her plane and a banner for a show featuring her scattered all over the place, her physical absence within the Under is quite suspicious. Additionally, the actor-played character was created after the game released, and it's implied that the actor characters have some degree of the supernatural to them, meaning the existence of the actor in no way means that the character's physical body cannot remain elsewhere in the Under. Given the popular theory that Amelia Earhart's body was never found in real life because it was eaten by coconut crabs, this seems... intentional. If you consider this to be Amelia Earhart's body, the M.C. has a Ryu number of 3.

However, given the complete lack of any verbal confirmation or hints to this skeleton's identity, and this being solely based on context clues, I'm not confident calling it for certain, so let's keep digging.

One feature of the Under is the scripted stage shows, which play on loop on the main stage in the game's theater area. One such show features a man by the name of Sal Sisyphus. Sal's act consists of him rolling a boulder up a hill while giving a motivational speech that inevitably descends into nonsense after he slips and drops the boulder back down. That sounds quite a bit like traditional Sisyphus - endless torture, endless repetition, endless suffering, pushing a rock up and down a hill forever. Plus, as far as I can tell, the mythological Sisyphus has no second name given, so who's to say Sal isn't his first name? If you buy into that, the M.C. also has a Ryu number of 3.

But this one DEFINITELY felt pretty sketchy to me, so I went back to the drawing board once more.

Finding a way out of Tender Claws is... hard. See, Tender Claws has made three big commercially-released VR titles: The Under Presents, Virtual Virtual Reality, and Virtual Virtual Reality 2, all of which can be linked without much issue. A sentient skeleton named Tina works in both a stage act in the Under, and her namesake bar, Tinas', in VVR2's setting, Scottsdale. And, as a sequel, VVR2 features numerous returning characters from the original VVR. All you need is to find one character, just one, across those three games, and you have an out. There HAS to be something.

It was at this point that a friend mentioned that Elon Musk is in Virtual Virtual Reality 2, and I had to do a double-take.

Meet Elon. He's a talking onion. More accurately, he's an AI upload of a human consciousness who takes the form of a talking onion in the digital world. Between his name, his personality, his mannerisms, the fact that he was the second human to ever upload himself (after an extremely important character from the first game), and the fact that VVR2's virtual worlds are referred to as "metaverses", the implication as to who he is seems to be pretty obvious. I didn't know he existed, because I never finished VVR2 due to some technical issues. Regardless, here he is!

With a proper pop-culture figure in our hands, we can finally find our way out of Tender Claws. Elon Musk is still a relatively modern person, so there aren't many games with him in them yet, but with some clever googling and the help of TV Tropes, I tracked down an obscure little game called Good Pizza, Great Pizza, released for mobile and later ported to PC and Switch. In this game, you make pizza for an assortment of customers, real and fictional, which just so happens to include one Mr. Musk. From there, it was just a matter of tracing the rest of the way to Ryu from one of the other noteworthy characters who appear in the game. There was a tempting Dracula connection, but unfortunately, he's exclusive to a time-limited Halloween event. How ironic, that the first and last dead ends would both be time-limited characters. In any case, Albert Einstein will do the job of giving us our final two jumps nicely, passing through Mario's Time Machine, and finally bringing us home.

The M.C. has a Ryu number of 3/5, and a Limited Ryu Number of 3.

[faunabells]

after a couple of years of seeing many people attempt to express the difference between singlets vs. plurals without leaving nuances behind, we've made a model based on our observances. i personally call it the "paradigm of personhoods" or "the personhoods compass". this name will be changed if we find something of a better fit.

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{ image description: a graphing compass with "mirrored" at the top of the y-axis, "nonreflected" at the bottom of the y-axis, "static" on the left of the x-axis, and "dynamic" on the right of the x-axis. end description. }

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here's a quick rundown of how we're going to be using some terms:

parts - is a section of the brain that holds information like emotions, memories, ideas, etc. sense of selves or self - the way the brain conceptualizes/interprets the parts.

the axis alignments explaination:

y-axis: explains how the brain mobilizes its parts- if it allows or forces them to be.. mirrored - to follow through with the same perspective and autonomy. nonreflected - to divide the perspectives and autonomies.

x-axis: explains how the brain chooses to "keep up" with its sense of self/selves. (is not necessarily about personal growth or "character arcs", but in some aspects, can describe such.) static - at its extreme, is very resistant to change. generally consistent and rarely alters its interpretation of self/selves. dynamic - ever-changing, and can sometimes hardly keep up with itself/selves.

an example of how to possibly use this paradigm:

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{ image description: the same graph with statements in each quadrant. it goes as follows..}

first quadrant: mirrored and dynamic - "it seems like some medians would fall over here, but so can singlets with an unstable sense of sense."

second quadrant: mirrored and static - "singlets tend to be here, but so can some plurals. particularly if they relate to the idea of being 'parts of a whole'."

third quadrant: nonreflected and static - "another space where medians can fall under. also for plurals who can easily come up with collective identities."

fourth quadrant: nonreflected and dynamic - "plurals who split easily or cannot readily come up with collective identity. it's difficult to see how singlets can be classified here, but anything's possible."

{ end description. }

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important notes!:

this is not a strict calculation of the 'amount of pluralness or singletness' someone has. so, for the love of gods, please do not think that people in the 2nd quadrant are "less plural" than people in the 4th quadrant. that would be very silly of you. going a little off of this- we did not use the typical plot-the-point-graph for this compass because we want to make it clear that personhoods cannot be numerically valued.

yes, this model does imply that "one body = one person inside it" is a very rare occurrence, and that singlethood is a spectrum. parts language is not neutral! however, we want this to be easily understood by anyone, especially those new to the idea of plurality. + we're not really using term exactly in the same manner an ifs therapist would.

please bare in mind that at its core, this compass is an attempt at simplifying and verbalizing a qualia- something that's complex and difficult to defined verbally, yet is understood in a (seemingly) consistent manner amongst cultures and societies. this means that several grains of salt needs to be taken when working within the model.

if anyone wants to plot themselves on the chart, that would be absolutely wonderful because we'll love to see how it'll be utilize and comprehended by different people. just know that this is ultimately a work in progress, so any feedback can change how this theorized model works! ( also we know that the letters are really big on the picture, so we can re-edit the model if it's requested. )

[qrowin-week]

Red String of Fate

Submitted by AppVostok

Red String of Fate

  She met him by chance. 

  It was an honest accident, anyone could see that. Wrong place at the wrong time, plain and simple bad luck.

  They had collided into each other. Hard. He had ruined her favorite dress, and subsequently her entire evening.

  At first, she hated him. She didn't know why. 

  He wasn't repulsive by any means. If anything, she had thought he looked quite charming.

  But she had a creeping sense of dread and shame when she laid eyes on him. The feeling was unfamiliar and unwelcome.

  Perhaps it's the uncaring, gruff demeanor he possessed.  Something about him annoyed her. 

  He had half-heartedly offered a flower he was holding as a way of apology.

  She could have accepted it and walked away. She could have done a thousand different things. Instead their first interaction was that of bitter verbal lashings and insults. When she parted ways, she thought she would never see the man again. 

  She was wrong.

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  The dreams were back. 

  Nonsensical, disjointed, and always signaled turbulent days ahead. 

  Winter sighed, and closed her eyes. She swallowed the lump in her throat and wiped the tears from her eyes. 

  She was in bed. The silence was deafening. 

  A dream, that was all it was. 

  She tried to steady her breathing and still her pounding heartbeat. 

  Yet, no matter how hard she tried, her shaking breaths still hitched occasionally and her heart ached.

  Her mind was floundered, searching for answers. Something, anything, to soothe its confusion and annoyance, yet it was like reaching into a void and grasping tendrils of smoke. 

  Winter had lost count how many times this had happened. Waking up in the middle of the night, tears streaming down her face with a profound emptiness in her heart. 

  Her scroll shrilled. 

  Grumbling, Winter reached for her scroll and activated the screen. 

  She squinted into the glaring light, and frowned.

  General Ironwood had summoned her. 

  A rogue airship had breached the airspace. 

  “I cannot believe that you allowed this to happen, Qrow,” Winter snarled, pointing an accusing finger at the veteran Huntsman. 

  Qrow shrugged, “You try stopping these kids when they have their minds set on something.”

They had no idea how close they were to being shot down. They had no idea their lives was almost determined at the end of a single button press. They had no idea Winter almost made the call to blow her own sister out of the sky. 

  All Qrow had to say was that sorry excuse. She wouldn't have cared if he got his backside blown to pie-

  No. Even she didn't want to see that. 

  The familiar fire of frustration and anger ignited within her stomach. 

  Every time they met, it would be the same. Every time they would fight either physically or verbally.

  She felt her hand instinctively tighten in a fist. 

  By the Brothers, she hated that man. 

  Yet, she was glad to see him again.

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  “My fiance?” She scoffed, “Are you serious?”

  The look of disgust on her face must have been palpable. The man in front of her had dropped all pretenses of a smile.

  They didn't have a choice, of course. Such is the nature of political marriages.

  She was sure he hated her. They constantly fought and bickered over every small thing.

  They never saw eye to eye on any situation. 

  But, she had to admit. He was a good man. 

  He was never great with words. What he couldn't express verbally, through action. 

  He genuinely tries to make her happy. He's protected her from the wrath of her parents. He's held and reassured her through times of uncertainty.

  She admired him, even. They were similar in many aspects, but the manner of two sides of the same coin.

  But somehow, she could never bring herself to admit it. Or rather, she didn't know how to admit it.

She never could say that somewhere down the line, she realized she loved him.

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  It had been a good training session. Weiss had improved significantly since Beacon. Winter couldn't quite find the right words to praise Weiss, so she decided against saying anything at all. 

  Instead, she opted for a nod and smile of approval. 

  “Winter,” Weiss said, “did something happen?”

  Winter raised an eyebrow, then sighed. Weiss was her sister after all. She could tell when something was bothering her.

  “Didn't sleep well, that's all.”

  Weiss put her the disassembled parts of Myternaster down, and folded her arms, “It's more than that. Is it the dreams again?”

  The Atlesian Specialist felt her face grow warm and looked away, “It is. It's dumb, and I don't know why it keeps happening.”

  Weiss frowned, “I remember you talking about them ever since we were kids.”

  “You are still a kid, dolt,”

  “Winter,” Weiss gave her a flat look. 

  Winter grinned at her younger sister, to which Weiss eventually cracked a smile too. 

  “Dream's have meaning, don't they?” Weiss continued.

  “It's a popular belief, yes.”

  “You don't believe so?” 

  Winter shrugged, “I don't know what to believe anymore. I've had wild, fantastical dreams. But these? They seem more...”

  “Like memories?” Weiss suggested.

  “I was going to say, grounded,” Winter paused for a moment, “but you're right, in a way.”

  Memories...

  A flash of melancholy swept through Winter's heart, like a suffocating wave. It was so sudden it made her jolt. 

  It felt like longing. It felt like regret. 

  “You sound like Qrow,” Weiss shrugged, oblivious to Winter's sudden inner turmoil. 

  Winter shot Weiss a questioning look, “That drunkard? Please tell me you are joking.”

  Weiss shook her head, “I heard him talking about it to Clover. He thinks it's withdrawal.”

  The specialist frowned, “Withdrawal? From what?”

  “Drinking,” Weiss said matter-of-factly. 

  Winter scoffed. The world's gone insane. 

  First, the Gods exist. Then, there are immortal being walking on Remnant. Now, Qrow Branwen stops drinking. 

  “Damn,” Winter muttered, and took out a pack of cigarettes. They were almost empty, crushed within her pocket.

  Weiss tilted her head, “I didn't know you smoked.”

  Winter smiled as she lit up the cigarette, “Everyone in the military does. Wretched little things. Don't start.”

  “Those things will kill you.”

  Winter took a long drag, savoring the familiar taste of tobacco. The tightness in her head lessened, and exhaled. Winter smiled bitterly, “A lot of things will.”

  A lot of things did, she almost said.

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  The day she fell ill, was the day it all came crashing down.

  It was not the illness that tore them apart. It was the letter he received.

  She looked down at the floor, unable to meet his gaze.

  He was about to say something, but decided against it. He said something, but she couldn't hear him.

  He stepped forwards, and she felt arms wrap around her, and his familiar warmth. 

  She didn't want him to go. But, he must. The Kingdom demanded so.

  She pushed him away.

  “Go!” She screamed, turning around to hide her tears, “Do whatever you want!”

  Out of all the words she had spoken in her life, she regretted those the most.

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  “Do you believe in destiny?” 

  Winter froze. She looked up from her notes, “I beg your pardon?”

  Fria, the aging Winter Maiden, smiled gently. Her eyes were focused and bright. She was lucid, a state that happened rarer by the day, “Destiny, my dear. Do you believe such a thing exists?”

The question sent a shiver down Winter's spine. Winter had no idea why, but it set her on edge. Winter looked into Fria's expectant face. 

  “I...can't say I do,” Winter said hesitantly, “The idea that our paths are predetermined abhors me.” 

  The old woman laughed, “My dear, you are referring to fate, not destiny.”

  “There's a difference?”

  Fria nodded, “A subtle difference. Destiny is what you make of it. Fate is when you fail to create your own destiny.”

  Winter shrugged, “The answer is still no, Fria. What brought this on?”

  Fria reached out a gnarled, shaking hand, and gently took Winter's own. Winter smiled and squeezed it in return. 

  There was a faint ache in her heart, when Winter realized just how much Fria had deteriorated within the past month. Fria did not have long left.

  “A Maiden's power is not limited to throwing around elements, nor being a glorified key,” Fria said softly, “sometimes, I catch glimpses of things I did not fully understand until now.”

  Fria's eyes hardened. Winter felt Fria's grip tighten. 

  “My poor girl. How many more cycles must you suffer through? I saw it all.”

  “Fria?” Winter asked, mystified.

  “I saw it, my dear. Your lives. Many of them,” The old Winter Maiden gave a thin, pitying smile, “I keep thinking about you, as Ironwood requested. It only just started to make sense.”

  Winter glanced at the heartbeat monitor. Fria's heart rate had started to rise.

  “He will always leave this life before you. Such is the curse of the Gods. But, will you let him pass onto the next life alone once again? As you have done in your last life?”

  Winter hesitated, “Fria, what are you-” 

  A red alert light lit up on the heart monitor. It started to whine. Fria's heart rate was spiking.

Winter stood up and immediately started to operate the life support system. She flicked several switches, double checked Fria's vitals and calculated the correct dosage all within the span of three seconds before hitting the inject button.

  There was a hiss, as the machine dispensed sedatives directly into Fria's bloodstream. 

  The heart rate monitor slowed down, and stabilized. 

  “Don't make the same mistake again, my dear,” Fria called after her, her voice cracking and getting softer, “do not ignore your heart. We are all tied by the strings of fate.”

  Winter paused, hesitating at the odd choice of words, “Fria?”

  The old Winter Maiden said nothing. Instead, she looked at Winter, her eyes now hazy and unfocused, “Fuyu? Is that you?” 

  Winter sighed. Fuyu was Fria's granddaughter, dead at the age of 15.

  “I...” Winter swallowed a lump in her thoat, “It's me, Fria,” 

  “I'm just a bit tired, Fuyu. Will you take grandma to the park later today?” Fria's eyelids fluttered. She yawned.

  Winter stroked the old woman's hair gently. The poor woman was losing her mind, and she didn't even know it.

  Just like Grandfather Nicholas.

  “Okay, grandma. I will.” 

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  Months of sleepless nights.

  Every day, she kept an ear out for the news. Officials tout multiple sweeping victories and triumphs. Low voices speak of bitter defeat and unimaginable conditions.

  She dreamed about him on some days. Him knocking on the front of the door with his confident smile, proclaiming that he had returned.

  She promised herself, that one day, when he returns, she will apologize for everything.

  She will drop her pride and ego, and be honest with him. 

  She begged the Gods to hear her prayer, to give her a second chance.

  It wasn't until uniformed men came knocking on her door, did reality hit her.

  A folded flag. A bloodied letter. A blackened ring. 

  He was never coming back.

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  Winter Schnee watched from the Mantle walls. 

  Dread and trepidation stirred in her stomach. She had faced Grimm hordes before, but never on this magnitude. 

  Dozens of fighters and battleships of the Atlas Air Fleet streaked over the advancing horde, lighting up the horizon with devastating bombardment. Gattling cannons chattered, energy lances roared.

  Craters appeared within the enemy horde. Explosions of dirt, fire, and bodies erupted from the black tide.

  Thousands died. Thousands more came.

  First blood to Atlas. 

  But, Winter mused, it was like spitting into an ocean tide.

  “Afraid, Ice Queen?” 

  Winter glared at Qrow. 

  The man grinned back at her. In contrast to every one else, Qrow seemed utterly at ease, as if it was a routine Grimm pack on the edges of a city. She wanted to snap back, to reprimand him, to turn his fear into something else, anything. But, she found that she couldn't.

  Winter nodded, “Yes. Yes I am.”

  Qrow's smile dropped. He nodded solemnly, and placed a hand on her shoulder, “Yeah. Me too.”

  Winter didn't say anything. Instead, to Qrow's surprise, she took his outstretched hand into her own and squeezed, “Listen, Qrow...”

  “Winter?” The man arched an eyebrow, puzzled, “What's the matter?”

  “I-...Don't take any unnecessary risks, okay? Promise me that.”

  Qrow scowled, “What's wrong, Ice Queen. You're not acting like yourself.”

  “Please, Qrow.” Winter held his gaze. His deep crimson eyes shimmered. Winter saw a flurry of emotions flash through them. 

  The man hesitated, “I...”

  General Ironwood's voice crackled of the radio, “Wall guns. Prepare to fire.”

  Winter closed her eyes, and let go of Qrow's hand.

  Duty calls.

  Along the reinforced walls of Mantle, hundreds of multi barreled cannons began their alignment. The cracking and whirring of gears could be heard above the screaming Atlas winds. Each cannon had clusters of soldiers, ready and waiting. 

  Waiting for the order.

  General Ironwood's voice crackled again, “Specialist Schnee. On your go.”

  Winter slice the air with her sword, screaming a single word.

  “Fire!” 

  The wall guns boomed. 

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  Blood, bright red and hot, splattered onto the ground. 

  Red, just like his eyes. 

  Then the pain hit her. 

  White hot and agonizing, it ripped through her body, forcing her to her knees.

  She looked up at her killer. An eyepatched woman with burning amber eyes. Her bayonet gleaming with fresh blood. 

  “What an odd feeling,” she thought to herself, “seems like it always ends like this.”

  They bayonet descended.

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  Winter screamed.

  The heated glass blade burned through her gloves and into her hand. But Winter pressed forward, trapping the blade as she swept her saber down into Cinder's head. 

  Winter was blasted back before she could finish the strike. She smashed into the concrete wall, cracking her head painfully against the hard surface. 

  She fell onto the floor, bruised, battered, and bloody. 

  Winter scrambled up to her knees. She still held her sword. 

  Around her, an entire platoon of Atlas soldiers lay unmoving. Men and women she has served with for half her life, friends she knew since basic training, all torn to pieces or burned alive.

  Cinder floated through the air, her singular hateful eye burning with the fires of the Fall Maiden. 

  “You Atlas elites are all the same,” Cinder sneered, “you think hoarding power means you'll have it forever.”

  The room got hotter and hotter. Unnatural pulsing light emitted from the Fall Maiden as she drew closer. 

  “But it just makes the rest of us hungrier,” Cinder growled as she advanced. The ground below Cinder was catching on fire. Winter felt her sweat evaporate at the sudden heat.

  Winter spat a wad of blood and watched it sizzle on the ground. The soldiers that lay dead around her feet were anything but elite. They were simple men and women, mostly from Mantle, that served for a better life. The irony of the woman in front of her hunting and hoarding Maiden powers suddenly struck Winter.

  Despite herself, Winter laughed.

  It didn't matter if Winter died here. Penny was going to inherit the Winter Maiden's power. All it mattered was Winter kept Cinder busy for long enough,

  She straightened up, and held her sword point forward. A classic dueling stance. 

  “You will starve, then.” Winter grinned.

  She charged. 

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  The woman with an eyepatch, now fully blind, screamed in futile rage as she was dragged to safety by her own men.

  The boy, one armed and faltering, staggers forward. Blood was streaking down his head as he fires his pistol at the enemy with wild abandon.

  A bullet struck him in the arm, spinning him back to face her.

  “Captain...” the boy whispered before falling to his knees, his eyes were wide and dilated with shock and adrenaline, “Sister....”

  She didn't see who killed him. Fire engulfed the boy immediately after, turning the boy into a screaming human torch. 

  She screamed and surged forwards, clutching her wounded stomach, saber hacking left and right to avenge her brother. 

  That fool. Her idiot of a brother. He did not save her. He only delayed her death. 

  She wished she was kinder to him while he was alive.

  There was no victory or defeat to be won here on this damned hill. Just blood, and slaughter. 

  Damn the Kingdom for sending her here. Damn the Gods for taking her loved ones away....and damn herself for chasing her regrets.

  There was a flash. 

  The world shook.

  Then there was only darkness.

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  Amity communications tower launched on the same day the Mantle Walls were breached. 

  A warning and a call to arms by Ruby Rose was sent out, just in time for the world to see beginning of the end.

  Titanic detonations had rocked Mantle, blasting thick powered dust into the air. Panicked radio chatter had indicated it was the handiwork of one of the new, undocumented subspecies of Grimm popping up on the battlefield. 

  The Grimm were adapting and evolving. Or rather, Salem was.

  Penny, the Protector of Mantle and now, the Winter Maiden, held the breach alone with her newfound powers. Her body was damaged, revealing snarling fiber cable muscles below. Her machine eyes were full of anger and sorrow, but they were also weary, tired. 

  On every street, every building, every window, the soldiers of Atlas stood ready. Paladins cycled their cannons and the soldier's clutched their rifles. 

  Behind them, the skies were filled with tracer fire. 

  Roof mounted guns blazed into the skies, streaming explosive shells that detonated into hundreds of pieces of hot shrapnel. Manta gunships circled and danced in the skies, harassing the Grimm horde below and dueling the flying Grimm above. 

  A stream of airbuses and Bullheads ferried fleeing Mantle civilians to and fro the floating Kingdom. Occasionally, a fireball will light up in the dark skies, signaling the death of dozens.

Winter Schnee saw none of this. 

  At the center of an over crowded military hospital, Winter Schnee breathed into an oxygen mask. 

  Team JNPR had found her in the nick of time. Had they been a second late, Winter would have been lying on the ground, her throat slit by a wrathful Maiden. 

  Qrow reached out a hand to stroke her cheeks. He recoiled once he realized what he was doing.

Qrow did not know what possessed him to do that. Winter would have taken his finger off if she knew.

The Winter Schnee he knew was a strong and capable fighter. Already a huntress with a name, she had a bright future ahead.

  The girl lying in front of him hooked up on life support was nothing like that. 

  Her pale skin was marred with ugly bruises and fresh cuts. Her body was held together by powered exoskeleton. Ironwood himself had ordered repeated lifesaving surgeries to be done on her.

  She looked frail. Vulnerable. 

  He did not know for what reason his heart ached, and why he felt such a poisonous urge for revenge. This woman had given him no reason to like her throughout their entire history, and yet...

   Cinder...

  Qrow felt his lips curl into an ugly snarl.

  He will kill that bitch. Even if it's the last thing he does in this war.

  Qrow Branwen turned to leave.

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  It was cold. 

  She was bleeding out.

  “Please,” She blinked. Her blurred vision didn't clear. Darkness was creeping in. Her head felt light.

  “Please,” she croaked again, to no one in particular, “I...”

  She trailed off, unable to even utter a whisper. 

  She wished she didn't drag her brother and sister into this mess.

  Fitting, she supposed. He died on this hill too. Maybe they could all be buried together once this war was over.

  Snow drifted from the skies. She wondered if his soul was crying for her.

  She closed her eyes.

  Please, gods. If you are out there and listening. If I am ever reborn. Give me another chance. Let me be honest to him. Let me say that I'm sorry before he goes. Let me say that I...love....

----------------

  “You...”

  Qrow Branwen stopped in his tracks. 

  He looked back.

  Piercing blue eyes met his.

  She was awake. 

  “Qrow?” she whispered. A trembling hand reached out.

  “Winter!” Qrow rushed back. He knelt down by her side, and instinctively took her hand, “I'm here!”

  “Don't leave, Qrow,” she whispered. She tried to get up, “Please, do not go. I need to tell you, I...ah-

  Whatever she was going to say was cut off as she gritted her teeth in agony. 

  “Hey hey, take it easy,” Qrow said, gently pushing her back down.

  “I-” Winter gasped. She swallowed, and looked at Qrow in his eyes. Tears began rolling down her cheeks. She choked, and swallowed, “I'm sorry, Qrow. I didn't mean-”

  The machines beeped and whirred. There was a loud hiss and painkillers automatically dispensed straight into Winter's bloodstream.

  Winter's eyes became unfocused, a familiar frown of annoyance creased her forehead, “Don't leave me, please.” she managed, before falling back to sleep. 

  Qrow still held her hand as she sank back into her bed. 

  Bewildered, Qrow sighed and dragged a chair next to the bed. 

  He was still holding Winter's hand when Whitley walked into the room.

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  She met him by chance. 

  It was an honest accident, anyone could see that. Wrong place at the wrong time, plain and simple bad  luck.

  They had collided into each other. Hard. She had just left her first mission briefing.

On first sight, she hated him. She didn't know why. 

  He wasn't repulsive by any means. If anything, she had thought he looked quite charming.

  But she had a creeping sense of dread and shame when she laid eyes on him. The feeling was unfamiliar and unwelcome. 

  Perhaps it's the uncaring, gruff demeanor he possessed. Something about him annoyed her. 

  “Oh! I'm sorry. Are you alright?” He had held out a hand to help her up.

  Her first instinct was to slap it away. To hurl insults at the man, and to walk away. But something stopped her. 

  She hesitated, and took the hand.

  He was holding a bouquet of flowers, sunflowers and roses. He plucked a white rose from the bouquet and offered it to her, “A token of apology, Ice Queen.”

  She gingerly took the rose, a smile forming on her lips. 

  “Ice Queen?” she arched an eyebrow.

  “Sorry. The white motif and everything, you know?”

  “I have a name, thank you very much.”

  The man laughed, “Sorry. My name is Qrow. What's yours?”

  Qrow. How familiar it sounds to her.

  His face, his scent. The way he talks. That confident smile.

  She smiled, surprised that she didn't have to force it, “My name is Winter.”

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  Mantle has fallen. 

  The city lay in ruins. The dead littered the street. For every human and faunus life, the Grimm paid tenfold. There were no pockets or resistance. No calls for help. Nothing but the quiet dead, and the snarling of Grimm.

  It was a somber sight. An entire city, dead. 

  Atlas was overcrowded with refugees. Rioters and dissidents were handled with impunity, and usually sent to the front. Their fear and anger only caused the Grimm to redouble their efforts. 

  They were running out of food, they were running out of Dust, and they were running out of men. 

  Atlas could only hope the time bought with the blood and tears of her people was enough for the rest of Remnant. 

  The decision was made.

  They had fought valiantly, but ultimately in vain. Mantle was lost, and there was no need for Atlas to be lost too. 

  Atlas was to be launched into the atmosphere. 

  That was the plan, until Salem arrived. 

----------------

  “My partner?” she scoffed, “But, sir!”

  The look of disgust on her face must have been palpable. The man in front of her had dropped all pretenses of a smile. 

  Colonel Ironwood cleared his throat, and gave her a flat look. She did not have a choice. Orders were orders. 

  She was sure he hated her. They constantly fought and bickered over every small thing.

  They never saw eye to eye on any situation. 

  But, she had to admit. He was skilled. 

  He did not have great verbal finesse. He didn't need to, with his skill on the field. 

  On more than one occasion, he has saved her from injury or death. He's watched her back, and she watched his.

  Sometimes, she would feel like an inexperienced recruit in front of him, but he always patient in his teachings.

  She wanted to admit it. She eventually gathered up the courage to tell him that somewhere down the line, she realized she loved him.

----------------

  The Grimm Whale almost half the size of Atlas. 

  How such a monstrosity maintained flight was a mystery.

  The battered and wounded Atlas Air Fleet turned to meet it's latest and final challenge. 

  Aerial dreadnoughts, tiny compared to the flying monster, flared it's engines into overdrive. 

  Main rail-cannons cycled up with a whine that could be heard over the screaming of the flying Grimm horde. 

  They fired.

  Night turned to day in a brief instant as the volley streaked towards the Grimm Whale. Large craters detonated into the nose of the creature, sending thunderclaps that could be heard from Argus Port. 

  To the horror and dread of the crew, they watched the deep wounds slowly close up, as if nothing happened. 

  Knowing this will be likely their last battle, the captains of each ship ordered another volley to be fired. 

----------------

  The day she wanted to confess, was the day it all came crashing down.

  Her heart was pounding. She clutched the bag of chocolates she prepared for him.

  Was this appropriate? Perhaps not. She didn't mind his age, but what would the others think? What would Colonel Ironwood think?

  Then she saw it. Him sharing a deep kiss with another woman.

  She looked down at the floor, unable to meet bring herself to watch.

  Of course he wouldn't see her that way. Maybe she was too young. Maybe it just wasn't meant to me.

  She turned around and walked away, dropping her little gift on the floor.

  “It's fine,” she whispered tearfully, “do whatever you want.”

  Out of all the words she has said to herself, those words hurt the most. 

----------------

  Winter put her forehead against Qrow's shoulder. 

  It all seemed so hopeless. What were they even fighting for?

  “What happens now, Qrow?”

  Slowly, Qrow put an arm around her shoulder. He sighed, “In truth, I don't know. We think of something. If we don't we die.”

  “You are terrible at giving speeches.” Winter huffed.

  Qrow snickered despite himself.

  Winter snuggled into his arm and pulled him closer.

  Qrow held her gently, basking in the warmth of anothers body. 

  “It doesn't matter now, but...” Winter sighed. She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. Her soul laid bare for him to see, “ I've...I've always had feeling for you, you know that?”

  The veteran Huntsman broke eye contact, and looked away. His cheeks burned with shame, “I thought you hated me...after...after that incident”

  “I thought I did too, but I guess right here and now? Perhaps once it mattered. It doesn't now.” Winter pushed forwards. Her mouth found his. 

  Qrow pulled back, “I don't think-” he began.

  “An older man and a young Schnee?” Winter smiled, “Have you seen my parents?”

  They kissed again, this time neither resisting. For a moment, nothing else mattered to either of them. 

  Two simple souls, shutting out the war outside.

----------------

  Months of sleepless nights.

  Every day, she distracted herself with work and training. The people around her congratulated her for her dedication. The voices inside her whispered bitter poison into her heart.

  She dreamed about him on some days. The times when they sat alone and chatting in the field, under the stars and away from civilization. 

  She promised herself, that one day, when he returns, she will defeat and surpass him.

  She will crush his pride and ego, and show him what she was made of.

  She begged the Gods to hear her prayer, to give her the chance to grow.

  Then one day when she donned her uniform and walked side by side with Weiss on the grounds of Beacon Academy, did she hear his voice again.

  He was back.

----------------

  It was a suicide mission, General Ironwood made it clear. He needed Huntsmen willing to sacrifice their lives for Atlas. 

  Should the whale be allowed to land, it would mean certain annihilation for everyone in the Kingdom. Ozpin, or Oscar, said he felt Salem's presence within the whale. 

  It was too big of a threat, and too valuable of a target.

  They only had one choice. It had to die from within. 

  Atlas had held out against insurmountable odds for longer than anyone could have hoped for. But, even the Atlas war machine could be clogged and ruined by seemingly infinite bodies of Grimm.

  Only volunteers were accepted. Almost everyone raised their hands. Winter raised hers too, and not even the pleading look for Weiss could shake her resolve. 

  General Ironwood nodded, his eyes glazed with steely resolve. He began listing out names. Soldiers and Huntsmen of all ranks and age stepped forwards.

  He called one final name, before turning to leave.

  “Huntsman Lie Ren. Step forwards.”

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  Blood, bright red and hot, splattered onto the ground. 

  Red, just like his eyes. 

  Then the pain hit her. 

  White hot and agonizing, it ripped through her body, forcing her to her knees.

  She looked up at her killer. An eyepatched woman with burning amber eyes. Her black Grimm claws gleaming with fresh blood. 

  “What an odd feeling,” she thought to herself, “seems like it always ends like this.”

  The claw descended. 

----------------

  Winter watched from a distance as Lie Ren bade his tearful friends goodbye. Team RWBY was barely walking. Ruby Rose herself, the silver-eyed warrior, was bound to a crutch until further notice.  She had to be pried from the man by the rest of her team.

  Jaune Arc was solemn. His medical abilities made him too valuable to expend. With tears running freely down his face, he hugged teammate for the last time.

  Finally, Winter stepped forwards. Her medical exoskeleton whirred with each step. 

  She nodded in approval.

  Winter had trained Lie Ren and his teammates for a short while. The man standing in front of her was a completely different person. The man had aged within the past month.

The boy's eyes looked hard. Determined. But they were as colder than the Solitas tundras. Nora Valkyrie seemed to have taken his soul with her when she died. 

  “Are you sure about this, Huntsman?”

  “Yes, ma'am. Nora's waiting for me on the other side.”

  Winter nodded, “I'm sorry for your loss. Truly. Even I could see that you two were...close.”

Ren nodded, “I will see her soon, ma'am. I know I will see her in the next life. The red string of fate ties us together, I am certain of it.”

  An old Mistrali belief. She hoped, for this boy's sake, it was true. Winter nodded, “Farewell, Huntsmen Lie Ren.” She snapped sharp salute.

  “Farewell, Captain. If the Gods permit it, we shall meet again in the next life.”

  It was odd, she thought as she blinked back tears. It was like saying farewell to a brother she never had. 

----------------

  The woman with an eyepatch, now fully blind, screamed in futile rage as she was dragged to safety by a scorpion faunus and a short pink haired woman. 

  The boy, one armed and faltering, staggers forward. Blood was streaking down his head as he fires his pistol at the enemy with wild abandon.

  A bullet struck him in the arm, spinning him back to face her. His partner, a young girl, caught him.

  “Captain...” the boy whispered before falling to his knees, his eyes were wide and dilated with shock and adrenaline. His eyes darted to the side, “Nora!”

  She saw the scorpion faunus kill Nora. The girl turned to shield the boy from the incoming barrage. She fell, gasping and clawing at the holes in her chest.

  The boy screamed and surged forwards, emptying his pistol at the retreating enemy to avenge his partner.

  Those fools. Those idiot naive students. They only traded one life for another.

  She hoped that Nora's life had been kind to her.

  There was no victory or defeat to be won here in this damned Kingdom. Just blood, and slaughter. 

  Damn Salem for this war. Damn Cinder for this destruction...and damn herself for caring too much.

  The lights flashed.

  The world shook.

  Then there was only darkness.

----------------

  General Ironwood did not tell Winter Schnee that he was going to be part of the mission, at least not until it was too late. 

  Ironwood had left a message on her scroll. He would have lost his resolve at the sight of her tears, even with Mettle. She was the daughter he never had, and he'll be damned if he let's Salem take her from this world. 

  He did his best to prepare her for the role she is going to be promoted to, and he was confident that Winter Schnee would make a fine general. 

  As for Qrow...well. Ironwood vowed to come back and haunt him if he ever breaks her heart. 

  The General sat on the command throne of the last dreadnought of the Atlas Air Fleet. Stripped shirtless, the cables snaking from his body had him directly interfacing with the ship. It was the only way he could operate the guns with full machine precision. The Dreadnought had become an extension of his body. 

  He smiled.

  Lie Ren saluted, “General. The atomic charge is armed and the engine reactors are primed and ready to overload.”

  Ironwood nodded and started his broadcast, “Soldiers. Heed my last command. Begin the countdown sequence.”

  He took a deep breath, and pulsed a surge to the engines. The Dreadnought lurched forwards, all guns blazing. The flying Grimm horde was cut down with extreme and efficient bursts of fire, tearing a swath directly to the giant Whale. 

  The Grimm monstrosity opened its mouth and roared. Surging to devour this insignificant ship that dared to challenge him.

  “It has been an honor serving with all of you.” 

  The monster snapped its jaws shut. 

  Then the world vanished in a blinding white light. 

----------------

  It was cold. 

  She felt like all the blood had drained from her.

  “Please,” She blinked. Her blurred vision didn't clear. Her head felt light. 

  “Please,” she croaked again, to no one in particular, “I...”

  She trailed off, unable to keep a sob from escaping her lips. 

  Fitting, she supposed. The General died a soldier's death, defending those he loved. But, like many on Remnant, there won't be anything left to bury.

  She was crying, without having felt the tears coming. The dam had burst, and there was nothing she could do to rebuild it. 

  Why? Why did he do it? The man was more of father to her than Jacques ever was. Why was Jacques alive and well while there isn't a scrap of James Ironwood left to bury?

  She knew the answer. The General would never ask his men to die in his stead. She had been worried that he would lose his humanity in this inhumane war, but...

  Strong arms wrapped around her waist. Winter turned and buried her head into Qrow's chest.

  Convulsed by wracking sobs, in the arms of the man she loved, Winter Schnee wept. 

----------------

  Winter Schnee watched the sun rise from the east. 

  It's golden rays lit up the skies with vibrant colors, and washed across her face with it's intense heat. 

  The view was breathtaking. From this height, she could see across the entire desert. 

  The city of Atlas floated towards it's destination: Shade Academy.

  She breathed in the desert air, and nodded. 

  Her head felt clear. The dreams had stopped, and for now at least, the nightmare was over. 

  “Vacuo,” she muttered, “we're almost there...”

  Her scroll chimed. 

  “Salutations, General.”

  “Hello, Penny,” Winter said, “status report?”

  “All systems nominal. I am at 100% physical integrity, and I cannot possibly begin to calculate the amount of power I can ou-” 

  Winter cleared her throat, “Thank you, Penny. Time to destination?”

  “We are almost at our set destination. ETA, 5 hours.”

  The new General of Atlas nodded in satisfaction, “Copy that. Please send the headmaster of Shade Academy a notification. Thank you.”

  A crow fluttered onto her outstretched hand. She brought it in and gave it a kiss on the head, “Good morning, Qrow.”

  The bird flapped his wings and took off. Qrow Branwen landed behind Winter and grinned,  “Looks like you're in a good mood.”

  “Do I have a reason not to be, today?”

  Qrow shook his head, “No. Nothing major has happened on our little island. The people are looking forward to getting their feet on some real soil. Your sister especially.”

  “Is Weiss still complaining?”

  “As much as you do,” Qrow reminded.

  “Yeah okay. I am quite ready to get off this rock.” Winter said gingerly. 

  She sighed as she looked wistfully out into the racing desert.

  “Hey,” Qrow's hand found hers, “what's wrong?”

  “Nothing, I-” Winter caught herself. Honesty. Honesty from now on, she reminded herself. “I was thinking about Mantle. When I look out there, I cannot help but think it's all going to get destroyed.”

  Qrow lifted Winter's hand to his lips and kissed it. Winter blushed at the gesture. 

  “This war is not going to be easy, yes. But, I've placed my bets on General Schnee,” Qrow grinned.

  Winter laughed, “I'm flattered. Me against an immortal, Grimm controlling, witch that has lived for over a millennia.”

  “I never said they were good odds.”

  “...and yet, somehow,” Winter smiled as she pulled Qrow in closer, “I think we'll make it.”

[openheartcounselling01]

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[eyesteeth]

i splatooned them (and because i cannot stop once i start, there’s an Extreme amount of au nonsense under the cut.)

general stuff: very important to me that Carpenter is an octoling and Faulkner is an inkling. there’s a whole thing about octarians forced into a life of combat in splat2n and that fits very well for her i think. while Faulkner as an inkling is like “yeah turf wars!! so much fun :)” and has not experienced The Horrors. but he will.

Carpenter’s purple specifically is not the purple that fights against Faulkner’s yellow - hers is teamed up against orange. likewise, Faulkner’s yellow does fight a (slightly) different shade of purple. visually, they’re not quite enemies… but it’s very close.

the Lore: most of Carpenter’s reservations come from inkling culture primarily revolving around combat. their main sources of entertainment are fighting in a variety of ways, or simulating combat via card games. she wants to distance herself from that, but finds herself unable to. she believed that escaping would lead to a life without fighting, but instead, the inklings above have turned it into play, something that seems unshakably wrong to her.

meanwhile, Faulkner embraces all these aspects of inkling culture because he grew up with them, and thus has difficulty understanding why Carpenter doesn’t want to pretend to kill people for fun. he’s never experienced a splat without a subsequent respawn, and the idea of permanent death is not something that’s ever really occurred to him, the violence just being a nebulous Thing that wastes a few seconds at worst.

weapons: Carpenter initially struck me as a sniper (hence the images) even though in-canon she’s had some up close and personal combat encounters. on second thought i think she’d flip around various choices but prefer things with range and speed, hence the sniping lean. in the screenshots i gave her the Classic Squiffer because the special is the Big Bubbler, which i think fits her character. though granted i can see her with pretty much any of the subs and specials - except the Booyah Bomb.

that’s where Faulkner comes in, i very much see him as a roller or brush user, mostly cause of the grin your character gets when you’re moving with it active. however, none of those have the Booyah Bomb as a special, which sucks for this cause i think that’s the closest analogy to the Withermark. that being said, the Octobrush Nouveau has ink storm, which is probably second closest. if he has to choose a shooting weapon, i think he’d go with dualies, so for that i assign him the Glooga dualies because that’s got the Booyah Bomb. and also, the Booyah Bomb being powered by the primary form of verbal approval in this universe? and how much he wants to be approved of? it fits.

also idk where else to say this but another special that exists is the Crab Tank which. horrifying if seriously applied to tsv. luckily this is a lighthearted au with nothing at all bad happening to its protagonists <- lying

clothes: choice was less in the stats and more in the style (hence why i cropped the stats out lol). Carpenter gets an earring, jean jacket, and black boots cause that’s what i’ve settled on as my s1 design for her. Faulkner gets a cap, hoodie, and shoes for similar reasons - i unfortunately do not have rainboots to put squid him in, so i settled for hi-tops. he cannot escape the Short, not even like this.

if we have to make stat choices though, Carpenter leans towards Quick Respawn and Faulkner leans towards a Special Charge Up/Special Power Up combo. Carpenter tends to do things ranged and so doesn’t have to worry about getting hit - but if she does go down, she comes back quickly. meanwhile Faulkner is chucking out specials left and right and gets splatted many, many times by being agressive.

splashtags: Faulkner starting out with the “The One And Only Chosen One” title but eventually changing it to something less ostentatious once he meets Carpenter. badges are a 5-star weapon badge, a silver eggstra work badge, and a gold tableturf badge. not picky about the banner choice, could be a Salmon Run exclusive one or just one he pulled from shell-out that looked cool

Carpenter meanwhile has at least one 5-star weapon badge and the After Alterna badge. her third is either another 5-star badge or a golden badge for splatfest. i think choosing an impressive title would make her cringe so she goes with something like “Dead-Tired Octarian”. for banner, the one with the swordfish on it.

there are matching “Bro” and “Sis” splashtags and i think it’d be cute if later on, Faulkner tried to get them to match. it would take some “please please please”ing but she’d come around and go for it.

tableturf: they play tableturf together a lot and Faulkner is very proud of his card collection while Carpenter’s just glad to be doing something that doesn’t involve getting shot at for fun.

lockers: Carpenter has put a decent amount of thought into her locker, trying to get it all to look nice and have some stylistic consistency. Meanwhile Faulkner just crams every trophy into there in a horrible mass.

salmon run: Carpenter used to do a lot of Salmon Run, got gold on Eggstra Work once, but has stopped for the most part and only joins in if Faulkner needs help. Faulkner does quite a lot of Salmon Run, despite his weapons niche. His rating is generally in flux, but always remains at least Overachiever+.

the main modes: Carpenter tends to stay out of these unless Faulkner needs her help. Faulkner plays a little more than an average amount of Turf War, and his favorite Anarchy mode is Rainmaker. do not let him throw the football in Clam Blitz. he will miss horribly and sulk about it later.

splatfests: because Splatfests are a time for celebration, Carpenter participates in them far more than any other mode. she and Faulkner sometimes choose the same team, but it’s not a major deal for them because the likelihood of them ending up fighting in the same round is low. neither of them are really sure what they’d do if it happened.

Thatse All For Now…

[zorkaya-moved]

❝ promise me that you will never turn against me. i could not bear that. promise me. ❞ oh ,, from zen ,,,

@avaere

Just how many people have wronged him? She could've been one, she so easily could've been one of those people who used him as a fun toy and then tossed away. Zarina has done this often, all too often in her life. The entertainment industry is cruel, it can be even more cruel than the criminal world. Sokolova knows just how much hardship there is to be known, to be seen, to be desired, but Hyun Ryu suffers the fate of success in a way that not many actors would ever wish to be.

Obsession, possession, toxic parasocial and one-sided relationships. It's nigh impossible for someone 'normal' to exist in such world, it's too big of a struggle and sometimes love cannot beat it all. Maybe that's why she's so calm, stalking fans and violent outbursts are just another Monday for her. Does Zen not understand she is just as insane? No, she is better than them. Obviously. She has the ability to control herself and her urges. Plus, the actor charmed her heart, capture the Snow Queen's essence and keeping her close to him.

He looks broken, hurt, and alone. Does he not understand that she would've left him if he did not have her on his side? If she did not care, she would've been gone for a while. After all, when push comes to shove, she doesn't fear tossing people away like a deck of old cards or like dirty gloves. But then again, Sokolova thinks he's lucky that he's got someone like her to stay. He's wonderful, so human and so broken just like her, but he reminds her of vulnerability and humanity.

The silverette cups his face as she stands between his legs as he sits on the couch, looking down on him in silence and studying his expression. It's hard to read her face, her blank expression but then she sighs softly, hugging his head to be pressed against his chest. Her sigh almost sounds like he's asking for something foolish, something that he already has. It's a soft sigh, one without any anger or malice. It's a simple non-verbal showcase of how she feels: you're such a fool, of course I'll be on your side.

But will he be on hers if he learns? Maybe she should share her job with him. An arms dealer. It'd be better to give her official job, not bring in the other aspects this job includes. But she hopes that for now, he can accept her comfort, the sound of her heartbeat and her gently stroking his hair. Her touch is soft and tender, as tender as winter can afford to be, hoping these actions would let him know that he's here and he's here with her. Zarina's not going anywhere.

"I won't turn against you," she whispers, a soothing gesture of stroking his hair continues. He can rest, he can rest in her embrace and find peace within her presence. Eyes close as she wishes to dedicate her all to letting him know just how much he matters and how much she cares. How lucky he is, capturing the heart of a frigid winter. "I promise."

But I won't ask the same from you.

"It hurts me a bit," she admits, but only hugs him closer so he doesn't look up and doesn't see her face, not yet. Not when her lips are pressed together and eyebrows are slightly frowned. "You thought that after being with you for so long... I'd turn against you?" Zarina can't help but share in this very moment. She's an indulgent woman, she is someone who is so viciously independent and sharp. "Forget about it. You cannot do anything that will make me turn against you." Zarina doesn't say 'aside from cheating' because she knows he will never do it. She doesn't say what she knows he will never do and never even think of doing. His heart is bright akin to a start. "If you ask me, I'd take you away. If you ask me, I'll give you a new life. If you ask me, I'll give you my life."

It may sound too big and too grand, but she means it. She means every single thing. Because she can. Because unlike Zen, she is not normal and will never be normal.

[alltheirdamn]

girl, you’re going to send me on a tangent about this!!!!😭

okay… okay, let’s see

Jumping right in going to answer the questions right along with you bb:

Do you have a kink/trope you want to write and just fit it in wherever? Are you writing from irl experiences? Do you just have a specific type of smut you want and then write for it? Do you see something on Bellesa House and want to recreate it (LMAO)? Do you have people requesting a certain fantasy/kink/trope and write based off that?

So first things first: yes, i have many kinks I want to write. There are some I find will either be too niche (and not everyone’s cup of tea) or it will be something i personally don’t feel confident in writing. there are certain kinks that i see other fic writers take charge with and think “damn, i sure as fuck can’t do it that well”. so, i take a step back and let them do their thing. IRL experiences? there’s one lil drabble i posted that may or may not be a personal experience, but i tend to create organic and fresh scenes that i can immerse myself in without feeling biased. (i’m going to shamelessly plug that i love receiving asks/anons with ideas or suggestions on certain kinks/scenes, because sometimes my brain is mush and i cannot think up new ideas… which is where workshopping helps a lot too)

(OTHER Q/A)

how do you come up with the scene/scenario for smut?

For the longggest of times, i was so afraid of writing smut. reading other fic writers & their own work was so intimidating. i was so overly critical about my own work and worried that everything i wrote was absolute SHIT. i struggled for so long trying to find a way to verbalize a scene i could picture in my head so clearly. The biggest thing i found that helped was just letting myself be carefree in it. i would stumble across song lyrics or pictures floating around pinterest, and decided “you know, you CAN do this.” To circle back to the actual question, i loveeeee music as the inspiration for smut. it gives me the creative ability to verbalize the way a song/lyric makes me feel. i try not to focus so much on the tiny details, and more or less try and create the world that’s being painted in my head. i want these scenes/scenarios to grow organically and be portrayed to the reader as clearly as i see them in my own mind. (and sometimes, the inspiration is just one or two words… for instance my Declined one-shot was literally in my notes app as: Joel mechanic card declines) <- like what the fuck how?

Finding the balance between planning things out so it's a comprehensive story while also leaving enough undecided that things can come up naturally.

I am very very bad at planning a story out. Like extremely bad. I will have xyz done in my head with very little else to help supplement the idea. the “undecided” aspect tends to be the bigger pieces of a fic/story, while the “planning out” tends to almost always be the dialogue. i talk… and talk… and talk to myself until i magically create a scene in my head. once the dialogue is mostly thought up, i build around it and hope for the best. i can’t say that this works all the time, but it terms of smut-centered fics, it’s what works best for me. My fic, Killing Me Softly, was no where near where i thought it would be by the end. @loonmartell came to me with an insane thread of theories and it struck me as like an “oh my for how did i not see this??” moment and i just let the theories take charge and direct the story in the way it did. i feel as tho if i plan TOO much, it leaves little room for exploration in terms of character development and plot progression.

Damn now you got me thinking about what would change if my characters "talked" to me too! / It must feel like there's writer's meeting or something except you're the only one doing the work

I read the responses and explanations to this and at first was like “no way, this doesn’t happen to me”. and then i looked at the Declined one-shot and how it spiraled into a full blown mini-series. More times than not, I’m inside the readers head creating the “what’s next” narrative to a story. (when there sometimes SHOULDN’T be a “what’s next) it’s so easy to get greedy and write more for the sake of a duo, but then i have to put the captains hat back on and say “no, i’m driving this fucking boat and you bitches need to get off and let the next two ride”. if i let my characters talk to me, hypothetically speaking, i’d never finish a story and continue their journey forever. but also… i wouldn’t hate having Joel Miller in my ear all day long.

who will frequently help me to workshop ideas and save my ass!

literally up until like maybe a month or two ago, i was still navigating this community solo. like, i hadn’t put myself out there too much and just kind of free-balled it without much interaction. BUT if it weren’t for Loon and their beautiful brain and big ideas, KMS would have never been what it is. and then @mermaidgirl30 comes along, and now we frequent each others inbox all week about coming chapters/drabbles/screenshots & i LOVE IT!!! @lotusbxtch , you’ve been a goddamn genius and my absolute horny confidante in the wee hours of the night giving me the joosiest ideas and helping me rapid fire some plans for future smut. having this community around has been so amazing, personally AND creatively speaking.

i try and tell myself that the more i write, the more practice i’m getting… so even if some smut scenes suck, i know they are only stepping stones for future WIP’s.

anyway, okay it’s 3AM & i need to stfu so i love you all & will now be zipping my mouth before i keep typing until my fingers bleed.

Question for Fic Writers

So I'm curious about something. If you write smut, how do you come up with the scene/scenario?

For me it just sort of comes to me when I'm thinking about my characters. Like especially for my chaptered series, I'll be thinking about the characters and their progression and then a smut idea for them will just pop into my head like a movie scene. I rarely feel like I'm struggling to come up with a scene bc my brain just sort of fills in the blanks if that makes sense?

But I wanna know about other writers. Do you have a kink/trope you want to write and just fit it in wherever? Are you writing from irl experiences? Do you just have a specific type of smut you want and then write for it? Do you see something on Bellesa House and want to recreate it (LMAO)? Do you have people requesting a certain fantasy/kink/trope and write based off that?

Please share bc I'm super curious!

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[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

want autistics who have fluent functional communication to understand that:

how frustrate it is to not have functional communication even though “all behaviors are communication.”

yes, many behaviors are communication (but not all—there are nonspeaking autistics with severe apraxia have written about how cannot control body). you can communicate without speaking mouth words, or without language at all. these are all valid communication.

but valid communication doesn’t mean functional communication.

and i don’t think people who never struggled with functional communication (frequently lower support needs & verbal/speaking people even if you lose speech) should be at forefront of this conversation.

as someone without full functional communication in many many aspects of life (what i able to write alone on tumblr very different from how i am able to interact with people), not having fluid functional communication so so hard.

can point to objects i want. when doctor ask to point to where hurt, can do that. when given choices, can point to the choice i want. can nod yes no. meltdown means i am frustrated, overloaded, experiencing a lot of emotions, etc.

but cannot talk about how brain and pain and body feel like to doctor. cannot explain full range of symptoms. cannot say what is wrong if other people don’t notice something obviously wrong. cannot explain why do behavior i did. cannot explain what happened to become hurt. cannot explain why meltdown. if not given option, cannot explain what want, cannot explain what i lost, what i want to find. cannot explain what i feel and why i feel. cannot tell others what wrong to prevent meltdown. consistently don’t have even ability/skill to communicate these. don’t know how to.

for me, consistently either struggle with or don’t have ability/skill to communicate functionally with many types of people and many contexts. other people may not even have ability to functionally communicate at all.

many wordless behaviors are communication. but only communicating through behaviors and noises and gestures is so limiting. communication without language (mouth words, AAC, sign language, etc) leaves out so much that i want to say. want to say but cannot say. so so stuck.

without independent functional communication, rely on other people guess what i want to say. even if people try to have my best interest, even if people kind, still cannot guess the full picture, still may make mistake. and when make mistakes, may not have ability to correct them.

need lots of effort to be understood. very easy not listened to. very easy to ignore. very easy neglected. other people interpretation of my communication very influenced by confirmation bias and their other biases. very easy misunderstood, very easy twist into own agenda. doctor don’t have patience, family don’t have patience. can’t communicate 1/10th of what want to say. can’t communicate with unfamiliar people because they not used to deciphering what i mean.

because that, meltdown very often. because no way to get other people to understand. because don’t know how else to communicate. because other people hold so much power over me. meltdown because feel so so stuck, so trapped, so isolated, so misunderstood, so unincluded.

nonverbal/nonspeaking people can have functional communication through sign language and AAC. there are people who speak some words but don’t have functional communication. some people may not be able to achieve functional communication all their life even when given resources. that okay.

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most speaking autistics here on tumblr have functional communication. doesn’t mean won’t be misunderstood, doesn’t mean won’t be silenced, doesn’t mean words won’t be twisted, doesn’t mean won’t be abused. doesn’t mean not have trouble socializing. doesn’t mean won’t temporarily lose speech. doesn’t mean won’t be afraid to communicate things.

but it does mean at least have ability to communicate what you want, speak type write AAC sign. can more reliably & effectively & independently tell people what you need, what is wrong, what you’re feeling, the why, the how. can tell story to relate to others. can ask questions. can self advocate. can communicate what want to say. functional communication for those who have it often taken for granted.

valid communication don’t always mean functional communication. all communication should be respected but still need functional communication to more easily live a comfortable life and feel more in control of own life, to more more fluidly engage in world and have needs met and decrease discomfort.

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but also, do want to say that all forms of communication should be respected. some ABA therapist while “training” for “functional communication” may pretend don’t understand pointing to object or pushing things away and instead insist “use your words/AAC.” do not mean that. think should focus on giving people more ways to more easily communicate especially when others genuinely don’t understand and can improve the communicator’s life if they find way to put to words. not “communicate more appropriately” but give more reliable communication while respecting what is already there. less “no” and replace, but more “yes and” (in most circumstances). should prioritize communicator.

don’t know if how much make sense. is best i can do, may not be able to explain more. don’t really know how to define “functional.” all communication serve a function. not trying to say gestures and pointing and noises don’t serve function. but think trying to say some communication more practical and reliable and detailed and robust than others. maybe “functional” is not best word but “functional communication” is phrase i heard and don’t know how to improve/coin new phrases.

have limited language abilities. please don’t nitpick what word i use. instead please try understand meaning and what i want to say.

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(psa: don’t need advice on how get functional communication for self. what you see on tumblr different from how able to communicate with people directly. have narrow range of topic have full functional communication in, and acknowledge privilege and ability. but just because can write this doesn’t mean have fully functional communication everywhere.)

[astrologyartandcinema]

Mercury Pluto Aspects

Taken from the Late, Great and disabled Astro Arena, not my original work but impossible to find on the web these days. If anyone knows if the former owner of the Astro Arena blog has a Tumblr or link I can give credit to please DM or comment. I haven't been able to access their writing in many years and any information on where to access it would be appreciated.

I wish to look in detail at the Mercury – Pluto combination, which in keeping with allapplications of Pluto evinces a range of difficult effects, most especially because until the behaviour is recognised and reconciled it creates a compulsion, which will be especially uncomfortable for the subject. Inevitably this difficulty and discomfort will affect important relationships too and ultimately – as with any Plutonic contact – the aspect must be transformed to prevent it becoming ultimately destructive. Aspects to Pluto from any of the personal planets are profoundly problematical, but as ever, the first and most effective step on the path to cure must be to recognise the behaviours and take responsibility for them. Owning up to our Plutonic compulsions, shining light upon them – uncomfortable though it may be – is often powerfully effective in transforming them: indeed, in many cases an “instant cure” is entirely possible.

Mercury Pluto, in keeping with other applications of Lord Hades deals with hidden, sinister and subtle aspects of communication and of course the mental processes that underpin them. Indeed, the entire arena of interpersonal communications is fraught for Mercury – Pluto, usually because of an early childhood that is characterised by difficulty, cruelty or power-games in communication matters. We shall explore these causal themes in the ensuing discussion, but first I would like to examine some of the specific effects.

Mercury Pluto is the aspectual manifestation of Mercury in Scorpio, which is renowned for being either verbose or rather monosyllabic. This implies nothing about the underlying mindset or facility for language or mental processing, but only the willingness or unwillingness to reveal the self. This is reflected perfectly by the aspects between Mercury and Pluto, most especially with the conjunction and to a lesser extent the easy aspects there is a loquacious response to the contact: these people talk, often exhaustively although without necessarily revealing much of substance about themselves. Conversely, those with hard aspects are not likely to give too much away, or at the very least – while they may talk freely – they are never comfortable talking about themselves in a way that is particularly incisive or revealing. In either case it boils down to a profound fear of communication and a sense that somehow words can cause pain and lasting damage. With the easy aspects there is not the same urgent sense of danger, but nevertheless there is a need to control the conversation which is engendered by the same mindset as the individual with the hard aspects. Often the Pluto conjunct Mercury person will talk exhaustively and exhaustingly, and the ‘listener’ will often walk away feeling tired and somewhat overwhelmed by the experience. In any case, the process of communicating, with easy aspects or hard, is uncomfortable for both parties involved in the dialogue.

It should be remembered that any aspect between Mercury and Pluto will evince one or other of these effects. For my own part I am extremely familiar with Mercury – Pluto as I have Mercury in Scorpio, peregrine and semi-square, contraparallel and in mutual reception with Pluto, I can speak from experience as to its effects.

With the hard aspects especially, the sense of difficulty with communication creates an observer rather than a participator. Here is somebody who is aware of every subtle nuance of communication and is typically deeply distrustful of words. Usually it will be found that Mercury – Pluto grew up in an environment where truth was taboo, and one or both parents will have been the murky wellspring from which this skewed sense of things was first experienced. It is also possible that an older brother or sister was the cause of the problem or some difficult secret in connection with that sibling or one that haunted and tainted the family environment in some way might be found to be in evidence. On a fairly simplistic level, the Mercury Pluto child will have learned early on that words were not to be trusted at face value. The resentful and controlling mother who would tell her child: “of course I love you darling, more than anything in the world” while evincing no genuine or believable warmth is one good example of this effect. There is then a dichotomy here, between words and more subtle forms of non-verbal communication that have poisoned the child’s perceptions. Body language, ever a reliable indicator of true feelings, is therefore valued much more highly than any simple verbal statement, but this again is fraught with difficulty. The Mercury – Pluto person is formed in such away that they are innately suspicious of any communication: this is very often sensed by others, who feel that they are “on the spot” somehow, and their body language will betray their discomfort which will in turn set off the ultra-sensitive radar of Mercury – Pluto. This can create a cycle of suspicion, distrust and interrogation that is especially exhausting within close relationships later in life.

Therefore, the Mercury – Pluto type is often handicapped in life by being too perceptive and it is through this mechanism of not being able to take things at face value and exhausting oneself and others by continually investigating the most subtle of interactions that the damage is done.

The child learned to do things this way because of the unreliability of close family communications. Language may have been used to damaging effect by a parent or sibling, secrets were kept and wielded almost politically within the early home environment and this actually characterises very neatly the quality of this combination for the afflicted. Words cannot ever mean what they say, there is usually a hidden agenda, an ulterior motive, a secret being kept: indeed this is exactly the case in the childhood home, but the problem is that the child grows up and takes this same understanding out into the world and applies it indiscriminately to every relationship in the whole of life from then on.

But there is a more profound realisation here too. It is not actually so much what is said that concerns Mercury – Pluto, but indeed what is  not said. This creates an anxiety about communication that is really very disturbing: this is why the native talks so much (in the conjunction or easy aspect), not because they have anything much to say, but because they are terrified of the silence and what it might mean. The child will no doubt have been controlled with lack of communication as much as the use of ugly, brutal or cruel language. A parent or sibling may have ostracised or ignored the child as a means of creating an emotional anxiety, or made vague, open-ended threats which would have created a sense of foreboding and impending anguish all with the express purpose of eliciting control.

There is too a legacy of damaging secrets in the early home which would have reinforced this sense of anguish, very often there are half-brothers or sisters who are kept secret or in some other way separate from the rest of the family. There may also have been other secrets relating to siblings which, when revealed created anxiety in the native: I have seen cases where a more favoured sibling is secretly given money or some other treat or benefit by a parent unbeknown to the Mercury Pluto child and when this is learned the assurances by the parent that they love their children equally become hollow and suspect.

At its best, and transformed, Mercury Pluto makes an excellent researcher and psychologist. Able to delve into the deeper and more innate realities of interaction they can often see cause where others cannot; they see the subtle motivations that are in fact pre-cognitive, and in a very real sense they do not need the words to arrive at an understanding. In fact, the Mercury – Pluto person can often be frustrated at the depth of their understanding because words are ultimately a rather blunt instrument when trying to convey the profundity of their insight and this creates another signature of the contact of course: Mercury Pluto despises the superficial and capricious. Intense and insightful, but with a need to avoid obsessing, Mercury Pluto is a natural researcher and student of human nature and motivation, they make excellent counsellors and – once the aspect is transformed – powerful and persuasive communicators who are able to see into the heart of any matter.

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

another helping of living w/ bakugou thoughts:

pls i am so sorry, i feel like i bombard y’all with these constantly, but u don’t understand, he literally lives in my brain full time

- if you’re rolling your sleeves up, to wash your hands before dinner, he’ll whack your hands away and do it himself. very much “you’re takin’ too long, idiot. i wanna eat already. let me do it.”,, don’t be fooled tho, you could do it in 2.5 seconds and he’d still open his mouth. bc it has absolutely nothing to do with u and everything to do with him wanting to be close to you

-ik he watches the mha equivalent of the history channel. i just know it. dude is a grandpa at heart, n im so confident he would 100% sit down and watch a 3 hr docu on like, old weaponry or some nerdy shit

-bakugou is annoyingly arrogant, but only about things that don’t matter. like, he’ll fully sit in front of you and tell you he’s stronger/faster/smarter in passing conversation,, but when he does actually impressive shit??? the man clams up. absolutely clams up the second you praise him, trying to brush off whatever ridiculous feat he just pulled to protect u with a “It’s not that big a deal, shut up about it already, dumbass.” 

- pls mans is an absolute simp. u ask him to do something and he’s on his feet in a second. ofc he’s complaining but he’s also then following that up by doing things you didn’t even ask him to do. fan behavior honestly.

-when you’ve had a bad day, he’ll make u food and throw blankets in the dryer for u. don’t expect much verbal comforting from him, bc obviously, but he’s pretty good with actions. you always feel a little warmer after he’s wrapped you in a blanket n fed you something ungodly spicy

- i have absolutely no basis for this but ik he secretly watches kids movies. like, if it’s animated then he’s there. ofc no one is allowed to find out about this ‘embarrassing’ behavior tho, except maybe you. maybe. if you accidentally happen to see it bc he’d never tell u himself.

- he’s a beast to wake up in the morning, but he’s a lot more easy to convince if u pet his hair. or rub his back/shoulders. maybe even kiss his neck. look, u cannot tell me that he doesn’t want to be absolutely coddled in the morning- especially when he can get away with it so easily. 

-bakugou always pulls ur legs into his lap if u sit down next to him. pls he’s so weird, he’ll just like, tap his fingers on ur calves absentmindedly while he’s watching tv

-he probably created a playlist of songs ur ‘allowed’ to play around him. meaning, it’s only the songs on ur phone that he likes 🙄

-bakugou always takes his work phone calls outside. like if his phone rings he’ll just stand up n walk tf out the door to take it. even if it’s cold. u ask him once about it n he just “Work stays at work. This is my fuckin’ home. Now shut up about it already.”

-you’ve never once seen this man wearing socks around the house. don’t ask me, i cannot explain this whatsoever, but i just kno this man walks around constantly barefoot 🤢🤮 unfortunately.

-he’s like, the most functional person ever in almost every aspect, but the stuff katsuki is bad at?? pls he is hopelessly bad. like, lets say art stuff. omg he just doesnt have the patience for it, okay, so say goodbye to any dreams of cute lil couple’s crafts. like, he’ll sit there while u do yours, but his will look like utter shit

- during the week, katsuki is either at work, training, or at home. pls, he works so hard during the day that i highly doubt he’s anything but an absolute homebody during the work week.

- bakugou gets pissy if u re-arrange any of the furniture on a whim. pls he likes comfort and familiarity n if he stubs his toe on the stupid coffee table one more fucking time, he’s going to scream

-its a rare occurance,, especially bc of the crazy hours he works,, but bakugou rlly likes making dinner for u to come home to. he just likes to feel like he’s taking care of u tbh

-he still goes to bed at like 8:30. or thats what u think, but rlly he just goes to sit in your room and have some time to himself for a bit. as much as he loves u, he prob still needs some alone time to recharge

-bakugou takes meticulous care of any plants u have in the house. like he’ll water them on a strict-ass schedule, n preen them when necessary. pls the way he’ll curse them out if they even dare to wilt under his care?? very much “What the hell, you bitch? ‘m doin’ everything fuckin’ perfect! Grow already!”

-katsuki is such a little bitch when he’s sick. he’ll be running like a 103 temp, brain literally melting, and still trying to get up and work out. the only way u can get him to chill the hell out is if u take a nap with him. ofc that means u always get sick too,, but hey- lil sacrifices right??

-he never lets you get the door. like, if there’s a knock n neither of u knows who it could be,, pls he’s on his feet so fast. waving u away n looking thru the keyhole w/ sm suspicion

-he has his spot on the couch, n u will not find him sitting anywhere else. like, that’s his spot. u better pray for anybody who mistakenly takes it

-bakugou doesn’t like dirt or grime, so he won’t allow you or himself, to sit on your bed with clothes that have been outside. like, even if you’re just sitting on top of the covers, he’s gonna throw a fit and demand you change your clothes first bc “No way in hell am I gonna let your dumbass dirty up my bed.”

-katsuki rlly likes when it storms outside. he’ll go sit in front of the window and watch the rain, sipping on a warm drink while he waits for more thunder. 

-living with bakugou is incredibly frustrating, bc he’ll just show up with new skills all of the goddamn time. like you’ll be like, “hmm i’d love to remodel the bathroom someday”,, and the very next weekend bakugou is meticulously re-tiling the bathroom floor by hand, probably also painting the walls in a new color, maybe even installing a new sink just to spruce it up. n then he’ll just present the entirely new, upgraded room with such weird nonchalance that it pisses u off. pls and if you watch him while he does these little projects, with all the weird precision and skill he suddenly gains?? pls you’re sure he must be possessed by the ghost of a craftsman

- when he hangs out with the bakusquad, he’ll drag you along every time. he expects you to sit with him the entire time and act as a social buffer?? basically, someone’ll ask him a question, one he deems stupid and therefore not worth answering, and bakugou will just look at you expectantly. he’ll just stare at you blankly, hardly even blinking until you pick up the slack and answer for him. you call him out on this many times, but it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t change anything. he does this over and over and over again

-bakugou gets really unsettled when you guys fight. like, he can’t sleep and he’s snapping at everybody, and is somehow more aggressive than usual. he always wants to just make up already, but the pride in the way won’t allow it

-he’s a weird stickler about intended furniture functionality?? like, the table is for eating, and the couch is for watching tv, and then only way you’re gonna get him to mix the two is if you ask him rlly rlly nicely

-finally- i have no basis for this one, but ik it in my heart: bakugou has a very intense fight with your thermostat nearly every single day. he swears up and down that it never ‘behaves’ for him, but every time you check it, it’s working perfectly fine

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ahahhaa sorry y’all for the super random spam today,, but here were are back to our regularly scheduled bakugou programming,,,, bc idk if it’s obvious ur honor, but i love him