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atom-writings · 11 months ago

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hetalia axis & allies (+ canada) xmas headcanons

1.6k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: uhhh christmas obviously. mention of religion and underwear?? uh... i think that's it

a/n: this is my first christmas as a jewish convert so that's been weird. anyway I just wanted something quick, so its mostly a list of gift ideas (:

America

Alfred is SUCH a huge Christmas fan. I mean, canonically he dresses up as Santa, so he goes all out for the entire month of December. He's been working on a huge holiday home display for decades, and it shows.

He plays Santa at his local mall during the weeks leading up to Christmas; and on the night of, he hands out hot cocoa outside his house. It's fun, but it also means he's a little distracted when it comes to you.

What he would get you: Posters of your favourite movies, super comfy pyjamas, expensive figures of characters you like, candy you like but never get for yourself, model planes or Legos for you two to build together, novelty pens, a stupid cowboy costume so you can match <3, those handmade coupons because he 1. Loves you and 2. Forgot about Christmas until yesterday

What he would want: Any video games, Funko Pops, vinyls of music he likes, those big packs of shirts (he is constantly running out of shirts because he rips or irreparably stains them,) Marvel comics, anything with an eagle on it, those mini wacky waving inflatable tube men things, bulk pens and pencils because he also breaks those constantly-

England

Arthur is not big into Christmas and never has been. He'll celebrate with you, but he's not going out when it comes to any aspect. If anything, he finds it a little exhausting getting gifts for everyone

But, he does adore walking around and looking at all the lights. He'll do that a couple times with you in December.

What he would get you: Any novel you’ve mentioned even once, tickets to a concert both of you will enjoy, classy jackets that fit you perfectly, cute keychains, fancy art supplies, fragrances that remind him of you, bags/purses that fit your style, CDs

What he would want: Sewing supplies (thread, new needles, new fabric scissors,) framed photos of the two of you, Doctor Who merch, foreign tea, a book on how to take care of your eyebrows properly (he will not learn otherwise,) slippers, those sarcastic magnets that all millennial women have at least one of, any ridiculous piece of merch with the union jack on it

France

Francis has very mixed feelings about Christmas. On one hand, he hates how consumerist it has become, but on the other hand, nothing makes him happier than seeing the joy the season brings to others.

Plus, he does enjoy giving and receiving presents. The music too? Wonderful. As long as you don't get too stressed out, the holiday should be perfect.

What he would get you: Tons of clothes; stuff that's already your style, and completely new stuff, room decorations (NOT posters,) a reservation at a nice restaurant, bracelets that he made for you, makeup (if you like that kind of thing,) candles that smell like his cologne, CHEESE

What he would want: Fancy fabric, any clothes (he doesn’t care what they are as long as you think they’d look good on him…) paintings or photography, literally ANYTHING creative you’ve made, hair ties (he loses at least 5 a day,) bird stuffed animals, (Basically anything! Francis is not picky)

China

Christmas is a new occurrence for Yao, and he isn't the biggest fan. He'll buy you stuff for it, but he would do that normally. The lights and the music aren't anything special to him either. Basically, he won't celebrate unless you want to.

What he would get you: Elaborate, very expensive jewellery, huge stuff like a car, Chinese cookbooks, traditional clothes that he made specifically to represent you (: luxury handbags (that he got at SUCH a good discount,) tons of weird off-brand merch of your favourite show, probably a nice meal too!

What he would want: Yao is hard to buy for. Soft robes, stuff to help with back pain, face masks, Hello Kitty keychains… reading glasses maybe?

Russia

Although he isn't as excited about Christmas as he is about the New Year, he still loves the holiday. It's a nice excuse to see family, and everyone is just so happy around the season! He's especially excited to celebrate it with you.

He's not the best at giving gifts, but he could be worse. Regardless of whether you like all of it, you're gonna get a lot of stuff.

(Also, he plays Santa for the kids sometimes. It's so cute-)

What he would get you: Random knick-knacks he probably found at a local market, knitted hats and gloves in your favourite colour, a scarf to match his, tickets to go somewhere warm on vacation, stuffed animals! books that made him think of you (usually philosophical or religious novels,) pretty rocks (:

What he would want: SUNFLOWERS! (This works for every occasion,) baked goods, clothes that aren’t 250 years old- new doilies and paintings to decorate his house, pictures of yourself, friendship bracelets, stuffed animals, if you can make a scarf somehow, DO THAT

North Italy

Feliciano cares about Christmas in a more religious way, but he's never mad about getting presents. So, he'll probably spend most of the day in church, but he still did put a lot of effort into getting you stuff you love.

What he would get you: Pajamas & bath robes, shitty romance novels that he wants you to read, weird hand-made knick-knacks, makeup, strange mugs that he found at a thrift store, a painting of you (: probably a pair of his boxers-

What he would want: New paint brushes, novelty pasta shapes, fancy jackets, any art that you’ve made (regardless of quality,) cat stuffed animals, The Ability To Get A Grip, skincare products, shiny garbage (For art purposes, duh,) those handmade coupon things

Germany

Ludwig does not enjoy Christmas particularly. He's terrible at giving gifts but he wants to so desperately that he spends all of winter stressing out about it. Yes, he's excited to see your reaction to his gifts, but at what cost?!

Although he does still like all the decorations at least. Maybe he just likes re-decorating though.

What he would get you: Puzzles you can complete together, soft sweaters, practical stuff you need (like book bags, lens cloths, that kind of thing,) stationery, reservations for private tours at museums you would find interesting, a subscription to whatever silly service you want (:

What he would want: Books about city planning, nerdy card games, a fun lanyard, a new coffee machine, those aroma-therapy diffuser things, household tools like vacuums and stuff (Get him an air fryer. He’s going to be fascinated.) stress balls, pens (He is boring.)

Japan

Kiku really has no particular feelings towards Christmas. If you weren't there, the most he would do was put up a mini tree. He's stressed out by both giving and receiving presents and is only willing to do that kind of thing if you want to.

What he would get you: Electronics, merch of your favourite Sanrio character, books that he thinks you’ll like, stickers, a bento box, comfy sweatpants, cute hairpins, plushies from your favourite media, a bunch of pillows, some obscure Japanese snacks too!

What he would want: Miku figures, posters, video games, manga, general nerdy stuff, history novels (he likes to correct them,) blackout curtains, cute face masks, a Polaroid camera, a guide on socialization (Seriously.) a knit scarf, if you can knit (:

South Italy

Romano desperately wants to care about Jesus more than getting gifts. He's a devout catholic, g*ddamnit! But... he does just really love eating baked goods and getting gifts more than anything. Getting together with family, the music, the lights, he just ADORES the holiday.

What he would get you: Blankets and pillows, your favourite snacks, clothes that are a little more revealing- cruise tickets (if going on wouldn’t be hell for you,) a journal where he wrote down all of the things he loves about you (completely honestly,) religious items, fancy perfumes

What he would want: Paintings from local artists, post-its (so he can finally remember SOMETHING,) anything with the Italian flag on it, stupid bumper stickers, pictures of the other nations that you’ve written insults on, fancy patterned scarves and fabric

Prussia

Like Alfred, Gilbert loves Christmas in a very childish way. He embraces that side of himself during the holidays and he'd love it if you joined him in that. He constantly insists on going out to see the lights, and he just can't get enough of Christmas movies. Even the bad ones (He's a Hallmark girlie.)

What he would get you: A vintage music box, hair dye, DVDs of your favourite movies (just to have,) stationery, random snacks he picked up from a gas station an hour ago, weirdly sentimental jewellery? Vintage journals, pictures of himself

What he would want: Coupons (???) goofy temporary tattoos, metal CDs, tea (he’s weirdly embarrassed about liking tea and doesn’t buy it for himself?) vintage maps that he can frame and hang up, probably like, WD40? DC comics, novelty trophies, Pokemon cards, video games

Canada

More than anything, Matthew loves winter. So, therefore, he loves Christmas! Seeing you smile when you open your gifts, he looks forward to it all season. It seems like the only time of year when everyone else is either as miserable or as happy as he is, so it's his favourite holiday.

Cuddling up in front of the fireplace with hot cocoa, watching some old Christmas movie, its all he wants.

What he would get you: Comfy hoodies, comfy slippers too, hot cocoa packs, big stuff like a new PC or fridge or smth- decorations for your room, face masks, fidget toys, novelty Canadian keychains, figures of your favourite characters, festive sweets (like candy-canes and stuff.)

What he would want: Anything with a maple leaf (yes, he wants MORE of that,) boring stuff like socks, wood-working tools or like a new snow shovel, fairy lights, DVDs (because he still uses them? Why.) a new phone case, gift cards (HES BORING,) pre-packaged crafts, lotion and cologne that smells like pine

merry christmas if you celebrate! this'll probably be the last full thing I post until 2024, so thanks to all you readers for sticking around this year (: you have no idea how much it means to me. i love yall. and to all a good night or whatever santa said

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 1 month ago

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😼😼😼 I really liked your headcanons for the Sdv+Sdve bachelor's! i think they're all super fun to read. Could you do the bachelor's reacting to a spouse whose like a mad scientist doing crazy shit like reviving a dead body with chemicals alone or growing hybrid crops, or even just laughing manically in their secret farm lab while they work on one of their crazy (and usually improbable but they still make it work) experiments again. HAVE A GOOD DAY THANK YOU :-)

This ask fits the spooky month vibe perfectly, hee hee 😈 Thank you for the ask and your kind words, hope you have a great day too! Enjoy 🫰💕

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You know that meme about "My hot witch wife and me doing whatever she wants"? That's how you could describe Farmer and their spouse Sam. The young guitarist was naturally surprised at first, but Farmer has so many amazing things and pots with unusual plants that it just takes your breath away. He'll even ask to be their assistant. By the way, Farmer can forget about the fact that the lab was "secret" because Sammy will post a ton of photos and selfies with his beloved spouse in front of all the reagents.

It is not new to Sebastian that Farmer was obsessed with science and mysteries, as they were constantly discussing some discoveries with his half-sister and stepfather. It's also not new to have a laboratory under their farmhouse. What Sebby didn't expect was that Farmer's place would be full of things that he doesn't know whether it's science or magic. So cool, and he's eerily curious to hear what Farmer will tell him about the new kinds of crops. Although necromancy makes him uneasy ("Is that... a zombie rats running around on the floor?"), he's generally intrigued.

Alex may not have understood most of what his spouse told him in their lab, but the athlete's gut tells that just about every object and plant in here could be a potential threat. He realizes that Farmer knows how to handle everything, and clearly loves being a scientist in addition to working in the fields, it's just... weird. And yet... Can they really bring the dead back to life? And can they bring his- No, that's wrong. Forget what Alex said. He won't mind Farmer's hobby, just... promise him to be careful.

Shane has had all sorts of strange things happen in his life. Mostly thanks can be said to Joja.co and their "special laboratory to improve the quality of products for life". Shane has only been dragged to such demonstrations once, but it was enough to last him a lifetime. So don't let Farmer be surprised that chicken man's face turned pale, because not only is the flashback, but Farmer's creations look even scarier. "They're useful!" Thanks Farmer, but Shane didn't feel any better.

Baffled by the plants he has never seen before, dumbfounded by the huge number of flasks with a rather dangerous liquid, and a little frightened by Farmer's maniacal laughter, which is the envy of any actor playing a super-villain... But with all this, Elliott tries to support the hobby of his dearest spouse, although the writer and little understands in what Farmer tells him boisterously. Plus, the whole mad scientist vibe is sure to inspire Elliott to write his first Gothic novel about the love between a mad scientist and a lonely vampire (we'll pretend we don't know who that vampire is, m'kay).

As soon as Farmer finished showing Harvey their secret laboratory, describing the experiments in detail and laughing triumphantly, the poor doctor forced a smile out of himself and gave a thumbs-up. Inside Harvey, though, everything was screaming. New kinds of plants raised a lot of doubts about whether it was safe to eat, the amount of dangerous liquids increased the desire to wrap the Farmer from head to toe in clothes protecting him from burns, and in the case of necromancy Harvey would be just speechless, considering it immoral. Really... mixed emotions, to put it kindly.

The whole Farmer's laboratory, their experiments with crops, going beyond the boundaries of science and even magic, intrigues Victor as much as it scares him. Although, to be honest, it frightens him much more. The spaghetti lover really wants to support Farmer in their hobby, but there are a few things that make him very wary. It seems that one of the books written by the adventurers stated that necromancy is forbidden. And also, Victor himself thinks it's not very ethical, soooo.... Should he be worried about Farmer's experiments?

When Lance first met his future spouse, in the depths he was a little hesitant to trust Farmer to find and grow monster crops. But after they showed him a laboratory with a huge number of very strange but quite interesting plants with unusual fruits, the gallant adventurer immediately realized that for Farmer to deal with such crops was not the first time. He would still warn about necromancy, though, for although there were still debates about whether to ban or allow this dark school, Farmer could bring trouble on themselves and others...

Aside from the fact that Farmer's wicked laughter over the table of reagents reminded Magnus of his ex-wife, who was also laughing almost like that in front of her bubbling cauldron, the wizard wasn't particularly bothered by such a quirk of his spouse. The only BUT will be if Rasmodius notices their attempts to revive the dead. Necromancy is forbidden by the Ministry of Magic, at least without official permission and a mentor to supervise at all times. Besides, showing such disrespect for the dead is simply immoral. Magnus doesn't mind Farmer's experiments, but no necromancy, or they'll be in big, big trouble.

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley expanded #sve #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #sdv shane #sdv alex #sdv elliott #sdv harvey #sve victor #sve lance #sve magnus #sdv wizard #sdv headcanons #sve headcanons #thanks for the ask!#glad you liked my headcanon ☺️💕

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 year ago

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Hello, it me :D

Idk how you want to structure this or how it's gonna sound when I try to type out what's in my brain rn, I do know that I want this to be a full hc tho

Ok. So. I've seen some art here & there of some of the M6 with their own children; mostly just babies but there are a couple older kids in the mix as well. This is where things in my head get weird so bear with me:

I'm thinking this ask could go three ways (I also don't know if Nadia & Portia will be able to fit in to this ask but it is what it is), and you can do just one of the options or all of them, I'll let you choose:

A. M6 reacting to MC telling them they're pregnant

B. M6 & MC mid-pregnancy preparing for the baby

Or C. M6 getting to hold their kid for the first time

Hopefully this makes sense I think it provides an opportunity for incredible wholesomeness whatever you decide :)

The Arcana HCs: M6 during MC's pregnancy

~ ohoho, now this, this is the kind of prompt that makes my heart sing! @themushroomgoesyeet I hope you're ready because I'm doing all three of those suggestions in here, just you wait >:3 - brainrot ~

Other baby-related hcs: M6 when someone hands them a baby

The M6 when the child they have with you is an exact carbon copy of them

-- for the purpose of these headcanons and because I write for a gender-neutral reader, MC is pregnant with a baby that is equal parts their and their LI's DNA. This could have happened the traditional way (depending on how you envision your MC or if you headcanon your LI as trans), or simply by magical means. For my fellow trans men, seahorse dads are still dads! And to my fellow AO3 readers, mpreg is possible. Always. O.O --

Julian

For the first time in his life, he was well and truly speechless

And delighted. In fact, his speechlessness was because of the unforeseen tidal wave of joy that crashed over him as soon as you told him and it knocked all the air out of his lungs

Pulling you into an embrace as soon as he can move again and trembling with excitement: "Really? You're going to have my baby? We're going to be parents? I'm going to be a father? Haha!"

If he was bad about hovering before he's terrible about it now

Detailed research on all potential issues (which leads to him having crippling spirals over all the ways this could go wrong)

Auntie Pasha and Great-Grandma Mazelinka are here for it and so overwhelmingly supportive. It's hard to resist Julian's regular suggestions of bed rest because they make it so feasible

Mazelinka's soup was heavenly for your morning sickness

Julian collected at least three different remedies for every single pregnancy symptom you had and filled multiple notebooks with doctor's observations. Even down to tracking your sleep cycle

He also called in several favors to make sure that at least two other doctors would be available leading up to your due date - one for you and one for the baby. (he still insisted on being the main one)

He managed the birth impressively well - years of medical expertise kicked in and he went full "doctor" mode, keeping a cool head and open communication and anticipating every need

Until he held his child for the first time and had to sit down because his knees gave out. He has a whole new reason to live well

Asra

You know that panicked blushy face they make? Yeah, that was it

You briefly mistook it for horror - you know he likes surprises, but this is something else - but it was really his own panic at suddenly being plunged into a whole new world of emotion and instincts

Their first motion was to reach out and place their hand over your heart to confirm it through your bond, if only because they couldn't get their words to work and they needed that grounding touch

Once he's collected himself, he's over the moon. Is it terrifying? Sure, but it's also going to be the adventure of a lifetime, and it means building a new future and family with you! As parents!

They want to tell Aisha and Salim about it as soon as you're comfortable because they've done this before, they can help. And also because they’re going to be grandparents

Covers you with enchantments to keep you and the baby safe and happy and keeps a growing list of the most unhinged baby names to make you laugh. Faust likes to gently squeeze your bump

Makes every pregnancy craving you have and tries it with you, no matter how weird. He's got three years of practice being your caregiver and his patience for the mood swings is unending

Spends an hour every night with an ear against your baby bump, listening to them grow and thrive

Offers you every type of pain relief they can find. If not for your sake, then for theirs, because seeing you hurt makes them panic

Holds you the whole way through childbirth, no matter how messy, and stays so reassuring and supportive

Scared to hold the baby at first because he's so shaky from emotions. Won't put it down once he does

Nadia

The news is so unexpected that she just can't believe it at first

As in, her brain is genuinely incapable of immediately processing what you've just told her, so she just finishes her task before running it through her head a second time before it sinks in

The loudest gasp you've ever heard, you see her drop her teacup as her hands fly to cover her mouth and she stares at you in surprise

So happy. So, so, so very happy

She was never going to pressure you into having children. Between her driven nature and her ongoing loneliness, she'd resigned herself to never being a mother after marrying Lucio

But oh my! What a wonderful surprise! There's so much to do, she's slightly worried that nine months isn't going to be enough time

She sends for multiple physicians and invites several of them to live in the Palace through the pregnancy, and begins the interview process for your baby's pediatrician as well. She wants you healthy

Has the time of her life decorating the baby's future room and ends up getting so emotional looking at all the tiny clothes and shoes

Refuses to let you sleep by yourself. She doesn't want you to feel limited on a day-to-day basis at all, but she doesn't like you being alone for too long, especially during such quiet and precious hours

Prefers to hold off on giving her family any news or updates until she's had at least a few days to let it sink it. Each update she does send provokes a tidal wave of letters and advice and offers, not to mention Grandpa Namar's tear-stained letters of excitement

Has to hide sobs when she holds her child and announces its name

Muriel

Straight up disassociates. Not due to any fault of yours, it's just a lot. Especially given his own context for parenting (or lack thereof)

"Muriel, I'm pregnant." soul gets yoinked through the stratosphere

You know him well enough to expect him to need a moment, so you're not surprised when he shakily nods, takes a deep breath, and tells you he'll be back before dark before walking off into the trees

Deeply apologetic once he gets back because in hindsight ghosting you might not have been the most appropriate response

He's happy, if not deeply anxious, but he gets more and more excited with every pregnancy update

He makes the baby's crib himself, seeking out the tree with the best wood, chopping it up, designing and cutting the pieces, carving and sanding and painting them with the utmost care

As your due date gets closer he starts reverting to an old habit of his, waking up several times through the night with a need to keep watch for any dangers or discomforts and make sure you're warm

You wake up to this sometimes, with him sitting quietly next to you in bed, one large hand resting protectively on your belly, a quiet smile on his face as he stares at the cradle on the other side of the room and counts every tiny kick the baby lands on his warm palm

He doesn't hesitate to tell Asra, Nadia, (and yes, Julian) about your pregnancy, because he knows they'll be able to help you in ways he can't. Watching you in pain during birth is almost traumatic for him

Doesn't say a word when you hand him his baby, just looks back and forth between you and them in delight and awestruck joy

Portia

Screams. Legitimate, jaw dropped, lung-deep screaming

Yes it's because she's excited!!! You're pregnant! That's amazing!!

Funnily enough, she doesn't bring up telling anybody else until several weeks have gone by or until you suggest it. She's used to keeping secrets and this is so special she's still finding words for it

She's also more familiar with what pregnancy can look like, and she doesn't want to make any big announcements with you too early

Borderline obsessive about making sure that you're properly fed and cared for. She keeps every snack stocked, gives you massages every night, asks you about any symptoms and offers relief

She ends up inviting everyone over for dinner so you two can break the news to them together, and if one Devorak wasn't loud and emotional enough, two of them are almost too much for the roof

Mazelinka is quick to offer her services, whether that be bringing soup, taking you two (three?!) to Nevivon so the grandmas can help, grabbing one of the grandmas and bringing them here, etc

Pepi develops a new habit of bringing you stolen fish at least once a day to make sure your growing kitten is properly nourished. the smell doesn't help your morning sickness but you appreciate it

Portia cries every time she sits down to work on another onesie or baby blanket or cloth diaper, which is several times a day

When it's time for you to give birth, she holds your hands as tightly as you hold hers and nearly knocks a doctor out of the way to catch the baby

Full-on happy sobbing when she holds them. Gets jealous anytime someone besides you gets to hold them longer than her

Lucio

Assumes you're joking until you tell him otherwise because what

It's not that he's against it, but realistically speaking he knows that one of him is already a lot to handle. And you're cooking another??

Once you convince him, his exuberant yells startle flocks of birds from the treetops in a half-mile radius. Speaking of trees ...

You two are journeymen. Where are you going to settle down?

You end up picking a spot close enough to Vesuvia for your old friends to be able to help, in a town where you know you'll have a fresh start. Buying a cottage is hard when you're used to a palace

Lucio occasionally remembers his mother's comments about how her pregnancy with him made the Red Plague seem like a summer cold, and then he panics about how much pain you must be in

Sits bolt-upright in bed four months in to your pregnancy in a cold sweat because it just hit him that your belly bump is actually an entire tiny human that's half him and half you and it's miraculous

Starts talking to your bump almost constantly after that

Everything from what the dogs are doing, to the right way to start a fire, to the best types of cookies - he's telling it all to the bump

Does he know, logically, that your baby isn't likely to be born missing an arm because of his amputation? Yes. Does he still have an irrational fear of that happening? Also yes.

Has such a hard time controlling his frustration during the birth when you're in pain and there's nothing he can do about it

Wraps his golden arm in a baby blanket and doesn't care about the mess the first time he holds them and presses a kiss to their head

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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kiestrokes · 1 year ago

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i like had this thought in the back of my head of like what ateez would be like with an S/O who has a physical illness bcs i actually have one which causes a lot of pain to my bones and i'm like in a constant state of pain and discomfort, been going on for about 12 years HELL YA ✊🏻, if i don't keep up on my meds (currently don't have the proper meds so it only tides me over for a little while-) then im basically fucked so IDK i feel like there isn't a lot of stuff written about this kind of stuff (im a sucker for shit i hardly ever am able to read abt) ALSO IM NOT 100% SURE IF YOUR REQS WERE OPEN BCS I DIDNT SEE ANYTHING POSTED ABT IT SO- YA- if you don't want to write it obviously you don't have to !! no pressure at all lovely

ATEEZ Caring for You: Chronic Illness Edition | SFW

Pairing: ATEEZ x Gender Neutral!Reader/You/Yn Rating: SFW Genre: fluff, slice of life, headcanons, imagines, scenarios. Warnings: chronic illness + immunocompromised talk.

🗝️ Note: Hey atiny anon! You actually asked the right person; I have fibromyalgia combined with a few other annoying chronic illnesses. Because you can't just have one 😓 I hope that you can find a decent fucking doctor and get on the proper medication soon. That's the biggest part of the struggle, finding a physician that will listen and is competent enough. I hope this was enough, I tried to assign each member a caring task that I felt fit them! Has not been beta-ed.

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

Seonghwa

He’s here to help you prevent all the chronic pain that he can. Booking you massage visits. Trips to the hot springs. All the arnica rubs. Silly little games the two of you play, to keep your mind off the pain and depression spirals. His favorite is seeing who can build their new Lego set the quickest. Hwa is the biggest advocate for you, he would never return a dish at the restaurant when its wrong. But he will fight for you at every appointment, every pharmacy, wherever you need him to. Because he knows you've grown tired of fighting all the time.

Hongjoong

HJ's specialty is flexibility. You have a sudden burst of energy? He’s down to go explore that new pop-up market with you. You’ve come down with a bout of bone numbing pain? That’s cool, you’re getting changed into comfy clothes and piled up on the couch. Swaddled in your heating pad with all the snacks. Where he falls asleep on your shoulder. HJ never gets frustrated with your rapid change in mood or plans. Nothing but the most understanding partner you could ever have asked for, and boy is he so cute and snuggly when dozing on you. Small hands seeking your face for drowsy kisses that soothe your aches just a smidge.

Yunho

The quiet presence, the one who knows what you need before you say it. Passing you tissues, making you a cup of tea and most importantly holding you so that you can cry. Shedding angry tears about how frustrated you are with your own body for betraying you. For feeling weak. For missing out on things. He's gently calming every frayed nerve in your brain. Reassuring you that you're exactly where you need to be in this moment, and he will bring all of the fun to you. And he does, in small, manageable doses.

Yeosang

His way of caring for you is through caring for your outside. All the skin masks, hair treatments, skin softening lotions because if you feel cruddy, at least he can make you feel cute and comfortable. They do heal though, in their own way. The extra moisture of the humidifier and every cream and essence he buffs into your skin helps keep some of the aches away. Subsiding the itchiness of the nerve pain, just a little. And you can’t get over how cute Yeosang looks in each animal themed headband or with his hair tied back into teeny space buns or how nice his hands feel every time they glide over your skin.

San

Where Yunho is quietly attentive, San is passionately attentive. You cry, he cries (while holding you). Quite literally your pain, is his pain and he’s here to be with you through each step. No judgment is ever passed when he has to pick up your extra chores around the house. Because to him, that is the smallest act of service he can perform for you. San is the one who wishes he could take on your pain, that he could fight it and destroy it and it pains him that he cannot. So he will simply have to do everything else.

Mingi

He thrives on making you laugh and smile through tough days, because he understands feeling burdensome. Mingi never wants you to feel that way, he wants to make sure you verbally know that your presence is needed and welcome. His favorite thing is cuddled up in bed with you wrapped in your heated blanket watching shows. You looking so small in his arms, giving him the feeling of protecting something. He reassures you constantly, because he himself seeks constant reassurance. Mingi never tires of this, he will reaffirm every single self deprecating thought with a compliment even on his worst days.

Wooyoung

He cares for you with his skinship, which is incredibly healing. His happy heartbeat encourages yours. His strong hands make you feel loved and needed. Who would cuddle him if not you? Woo often reminds you, whispering the phrase into your ear as he traces his nails through your hair, or while rhythmically drawing circles on your spine. Making you float into dream land and anchoring you in the moment with him at the same time. Woo also loves making you whatever dish you’re craving, knowing you need energy to fight off fatigue and pain. And cooking is one of his many, many love languages.

Jongho

Needing to hoard all the extra rest you can get; you seek out solace at Jongho’s place for nap time. Jongho has taken notice, he’s also taken inventory as to which blankets of his you prefer, the pillows that keep you asleep the longest, what temperature you prefer the room to be based on what you’re wearing. All your favorite snacks before or after. New blackout curtains. He’s made his place your ultimate nap zone. New heated blankets. Duplicates of your fave lounge wear and socks. And he takes his payment in cuddles. Holding you tightly in his bed or sprawled on the couch. Sometimes he falls asleep himself and flips you onto your back to bury into your side like a full-sized teddy bear.

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justasecretflower · 9 days ago

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Shark bait men as boyfriends 🦈🤍

Part one / part two

A/N- I feel like nobody will know shark bait on here but I really wanted to post anyway..

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Rhin

- oh he’s sweet.

- super kind and caring, he’s very domestic. He likes to be soft with you, he likes you wearing his clothes (canon), he likes you being all sweet with him, even if it’s cheesy.

- he gets jealous even if he doesn’t seem like he’s the type to. Which usually ends up with him leaving scattered love bites in a fit of rage then getting embarrassed about it and telling you to cover them.

- he’s super smart. Loves to give you tons of fun facts.

- sometimes wants to just live a normal life with you, away from war with the orcas, away from the kingdom, just to be free of stress with a ring on your finger, a cute house with a nice garden and all of the alone time in the world.

- he’s a nice in between of GW and Lee. He’s sweet like Lee, but a bit tough like GW, but not too tough where he’s a total overly confident, tough boy-douche most of the time.

- btw he’s total dad material..just throwing that out.

- he acts like he doesn’t enjoy your physical affection (he’s LYING!!!)

- his face is fully flush while he’s calling it ‘stupid’ as well!

- he secretly enjoys alll the affection you give him

- now, as for him, his love language is probably acts of service.

- he fights over you, shows you he loves you by being productive and helping with stuff you could’ve easily done and saying “human, I can just do it better.”

- everyone can see he’s soft with you, even if he denies it.

- its like the ‘bad boy with a soft spot’ trope.

- late at night you two cuddle, he’s very cold, but he has a firm grip on you, so it’s futile to try and get away from him.

- he doesn’t leave ‘love bites’ he leaves full on nasty bite marks. All purple or red with the outline of his sharp teeth,

- he protects u no matter what.

Tiggy

- oh no.

- rip you

- he’s gonna have you in bed all day.

- this man is freaky deaky…

- but, he’s also best friend material.

- he’s your best friend and boyfriend.

- super funny, will definitely be the type to have you wheezing at 3am and trying to be quiet so the others don’t hear the bursts of chaotic laughter,

- gives you some of his bracelets! So you can match!

- on the contrary to GW, he loves physical affection and showing it off, will be on your lap, you on his lap, borderline making out with you in front of the others, slaps on the butt accompanied by a snicker and a small “sorry..”

- quality time is his love language! He just adores hanging out with you. Face masks and a movie or running around the palace annoying people he just likes being near you.

- you guys share clothes. He takes your oversized hoodies, you take his. It’s mutual.

- he nuzzles you a ton.

- like, cuteness aggression.

- overall, good boyfriend, can’t keep his hands to himself though..

Lee

- I don’t really like Lee, personally.

- he’s too forgiving. He forgave and defended the doctor that tied mc up and forced them to drink that the potion of lust…

- that’s just me..anyway to the headcanons now.

- he’s wholesome, picnic dates and putting flowers in each others hair, dancing in his room and making little forts.

- anytime anywhere he’ll sneak a little kiss, if it’s in public, albeit a little flushed but he’ll still sneak a small kiss on the cheek or finger tip.

- he’s really interested in games of all types, and learning. So he likes learning about random facts with you, and playing new games he got or made up.

- super energetic, he’s like a ball of energy that transfers over to you.

- he gets flustered easily.

- he hates fighting. Even if you were like “the sky is pink” and he’ll be like “yeah!”

- ‘me and my girl don’t argue she tells me to shut up and I do.’

Akhelios

- he’s very confident.

- he expects you to praise him 24/7. Ah yes mortal, more praise, more affection.

- in turn he will shower you with jewels, clothes, rooms in the castle.

- he never quite loved someone like you, be patient.

- yes, he does have kids and such. But he’s never actually cared for someone that wasn’t him. It’s a foreign feeling

- he loves you oh so much though

- he just has a weird way of showing it.

- he likes cuddles. He’ll cuddle you in front of whoever.

Stryker

- he’s extremely misunderstood.

- he misses his late wife more than anything. So when you come around looking like her he’s tripping.

- he’ll start out gently trying to push you to be like them. Her pjs, what instrument she played, her favourite foods.

- you naturally pulled away, and he feels this.

- he has a lot of self-reevaluating to do, and learns that he needs to love you for you, not for the soul of his late wife.

- he learns about you, what you like to do, what you like to eat, what you find interesting.

- it’s refreshing.

- falling in love again after losing his wife is scary. But nonetheless he spoils you. He gifts you insane gifts, he gives you massages, kisses, praise.

- he just might be the best boyfriend / husband on this list ngl.

- I know many people don’t really like Stryker because of him seeing mc for his late wife but give him a break..it’s a lot to process and he was sick in love.

- now, he’s fully in love with you, who you are.

- it’s sweet:(.

Tags

#shark bait #shark bait x reader #shark bait imagines #shark bait headcanons #rhin x reader #GW x reader #lee x reader #akhelios x reader #Stryker x reader #dorian #i love you #justasecretflower

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kazoosandfannypacks · 9 months ago

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summary: when an apollo camper falls for an aphrodite camper, heart-shaped cough drops and haikus written with glitter gel pens aren't too far behind. word count: 6815 words a/n: it started as a simple headcanon. apollo's kid falling for aphrodite's. i told a few friends on discord about it, and they ate the idea up so much, i knew i had to write something about them. this story is about two ocs, but you'll see a few familiar faces in here too, and if you're paying close enough attention to context clues, you can figure out where eva and kodi's story fits in within the pjo timeline. taglist: @poptart-cat-78 @fynn-arcana @babsbabbles @laughingphoenixleader {if you’d like to be added to my halfblood 5&1 taglist/pjo taglist, let me know!}

also on ao3!

five times it paid to know an apollo boy (and one time being an aphrodite girl paid off too)

~eva's first summer~

Eva wasn't surprised that, in a camp with archery, flying pegasi, and lava in the dish pit as well as on the climbing wall, she'd gotten herself hurt within her first week at Camp Half-Blood.

But, although she hadn't sat down and considered all the possible injuries available to her at Camp, if she had, getting a papercut while opening a chocolate bar for s'mores wouldn't've exactly made the list.

And yet, even in the dim lighting of the camp's bonfire, she could see very clearly the scratch on her thumb.

"That kind of injury takes some serious skill," someone said.

She couldn't see his face in the low lighting by the bonfire, but she saw him hold something out to her.

"Need a band-aid?"

"Thanks," Eva said. She took it from him and unwrapped it.

By the time the bandage was around her thumb, the stranger had disappeared into the crowd, and she shoved the wrapping into her pocket.

She'd almost forgotten that moment had happened by the time she got back to her cabin. But now that she looked at it in the light, she saw that the band-aid was a shade of hot pink— her favorite color, and the same color as the accessories she'd worn with her Camp Half-Blood t-shirt that day.

~eva's first summer~

When Eva was a little girl, she always looked forward to Valentine's Day. It made more sense now, looking back on it after her demigod diagnosis, why her decorated shoebox mailbox was always filled to the brim with heart-shaped lollipops, tiny treasures, and cards with cartoon character puns on them. Of course Aphrodite's daughter would attract a lot of attention from her classmates.

Not long after she settled into camp, she realized Cabin 10 was one giant Valentine's shoebox. Eva was used to coming back to the cabin each evening and seeing her sisters' bunks surrounded by flowers and chocolates and her brothers' bunks cluttered with assorted candies and letters that smelled like perfume. As long as there were Aphrodite kids who treasured cheap attempts to buy their affection, there would be kids from the other cabins more than willing to oblige them.

But Eva didn't get gifts like that, at least, not as much as her siblings. She spent a lot of that first summer reminding herself that she was still the youngest in the cabin, and that her time to shine would come soon enough.

In the meantime, though, she'd just have to get used to all the flowers. She had just the luck of having a bunk next to Silena— kind-hearted, beautiful Silena, who could scarcely glance in a boy's direction without him falling for her. Eva soon found out that where there were boys falling for you, there were flowers, and where there were flowers, there were allergies, and she figured the best way to dispel the issue quietly was to stop by Cabin 7.

A normal camp would have a camp nurse, maybe a nurse's assistant on staff, and wouldn't be much more than a phone call away from the nearest hospital. Camp Half-Blood's medical treatments pretty much amounted to "tell someone at Cabin 7 what's wrong, and if they can't patch you up, well, there's not much a mortal doctor could do for you anyways."

~💘~

As Eva approached the cabin, she noticed there were several chains by the door, each one with a different label underneath.

"PULL FOR URGENT EMERGENCY"

"PULL FOR IMPALEMENT"

"PULL FOR PRANK-RELATED INJURY"

"PULL FOR WALK-IN CONSULTATION"

That last one sounded the most like what she needed, so she pulled that chain and heard a chime go off in the cabin.

"I'll be out in a second," a voice said, and a moment later the door opened to a blonde boy, not much older than Eva, whose eyes widened when he saw her.

"Oh my gosh, are you alright?" he asked, with so much concern on his face she might as well have been actively on fire.

"Yeah," Eva wrinkled her nose, "just a slight problem I was hoping someone could help me with."

"Oh, good," he said, "I, uh, what can I do for you?"

She hesitated a moment, not sure what would happen if word got out that Aphrodite's new daughter was allergic to flowers.

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Anything for you," he said, then coughed so hard Eva thought that he might need a doctor, "I mean, uh, of course."

"I found out I'm allergic to flowers," Eva whispered, "and Drew said that if I wake her up with my coughing one more time, I'm gonna be the one who needs beauty sleep."

"That's perfect!" the boy said.

"My allergy is perfect?" Eva asked.

"No, no," he said, "I have just the thing. Don't go away!"

He scurried back into the cabin, and about a minute later he came back with a bottle and a cloth pouch.

"These will help the allergy," he handed her the bottle, "take one each night before bed, and you should be cough free. But, just in case!'

He handed her the pouch as well and she opened it to see several heart shaped lollipops.

"What are these?"

"Newest breakthrough in Cabin 7 medicine," he said, "making your own blend of cough drops is almost a rite of passage, but I've turned the science into an art form."

Eva held one up and sniffed it. "You made cough drops into lollipops?"

"Yeah," he said.

"Why?"

"Why not?"

They stood in silence for an awkward moment.

"I gotta go," Eva said, "but thanks for everything."

"You're welcome," he said.

She walked away, slightly confused and highly appreciative, though the whole of the moment was soon lost in the hubbub of demigod adventures.

~eva's second summer~

The biggest problem with being a child of Aphrodite is that your skill set usually boils down to "distraction." Another unfortunate truth is that sometimes "distraction" boils down to "do the hard part and run through the woods so that someone else can get the glory for your actions."

Unfortunately for Eva, this was one of those times.

All of Red Team had been hopeful for their own chance to shine when Clarisse announced that she wouldn't be going directly for the flag this time. She claimed it was a solid strategy for her and a couple of her siblings to divert the enemy's attention, so she volunteered to take patrol up along the lake instead of in the woods as usual.

However, this shuffling of the troops meant that Eva and a couple of the other Aphrodite campers were on a new mission: distract the enemy while the remaining Ares campers rush the Blue Team's flag.

Things had gone pretty much according to plan there. A few of the Apollo kids had been guarding the flag, and more than half of them had abandoned their post to chase down the Red Team's distraction.

But although the chase was part of the plan, Eva hoped the boy running after her would just give up already. She wasn't sure how much more of it she could take right now.

As the forest passed by around her, she glanced over her shoulder— just long enough to see her pursuer's determined smile— then looked back ahead of her, in just enough time to notice the tree root in front of her, but without enough time to avoid tripping on it.

She landed with her hands in front of her, the wind knocked out of her for a moment.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry," his voice behind her said, "are you okay?"

Eva pushed herself up a little and turned her head to see the boy who'd been chasing her, now with a concerned look on his face.

She wanted to make a clever remark and then run past her enemy and make her escape, but as she tried to push herself up further, she realized the pain in her knees and chin, and especially her hands.

"I'm alright," she huffed, sitting up and looking at her hands, both of them brushburned and dirt stained, and one having a decent sized cut.

"No you're not," he said, and knelt down in front of her, "you're bleeding in five different places."

"I'll be fine," Eva said.

"At least let me take a look at it. Apollo's my father, I…."

"I know," Eva said, "and you'll take me back to Blue Team's jail as a wounded prisoner."

A drop of blood fell onto Eva's shirt, and it took her a few seconds to realize where it had come from. She touched a sticky spot on her chin, then looked at her fingers to see a streak of red and brown.

"Capture the Flag isn't my concern right now," he said, taking off his helmet to reveal a familiar face, with a mop of fair blonde hair that would've looked even lighter if it wasn't so sweaty, paired the warmest brown eyes Eva'd ever seen— the boy who'd given her the cough drops and allergy pills last summer, "let me patch you up, and I'll give you a fifteen second head start."

"I guess that sounds like a deal," Eva said. She was supposed to be the distraction anyways, and this camper wouldn't be after her teammates if he was occupied with her instead.

"Good," he said. He'd already taken off his chestplate as well, and he pulled a knife out of a holster at his side.

"What are you doing?" Eva asked.

"Emergency bandages," he said, cutting a strip off the bottom of his shirt, "maybe this'll convince Annabeth to let us bring more first aid supplies next time. She says they only slow us down," he cut another chunk of the fabric off his shirt, "but this would go a lot faster if I didn't have to tear apart my wardrobe to do it."

"You don't have to."

"Nonsense," he said, pouring some water from his canteen onto one of the cloths, "you wouldn't've tripped if I hadn't been chasing you. May I?"

She nodded as he took her right hand and dabbed her open palm with the wet cloth. She tried not to wince too much.

"Sorry," he said, "I wish I had something better to clean this out with."

"No need to apologize."

Once her hand was clean, he wrapped a strip of the fabric around it, and tied it tightly.

"Here," he said, handing her the wet cloth, "wipe up that cut on your chin, then apply pressure to stop the bleeding."

She followed his instructions as best she could as he cut off another chunk of his shirt and wet it.

"You know a lot about first aid," Eva said.

He smiled a little as he took her other hand and dappled off the dirt.

"I'm not the best of my siblings," he said, "but I do what I can."

Eva knew all about struggling to be the best, having consigned herself at this point to the fact that she wouldn't even be third best among her siblings for a very long time.

"I'm Eva," she said.

"Evangeline Blythe," he nodded, "I know. This is your second summer, right?"

"That's what it says on my necklace," Eva said, glancing at the single clay bead on the string around her neck.

He held up his own necklace with two beads on it. "Then I guess this is my third. I'm Kodi Archer."

"I remember you from last summer," Eva said.

"You do?" Kodi asked.

"You gave me something for my allergies," she said.

"Glad to make an impression," he said, cleaning the spots of dirt off her scratched-but-not-actively-bleeding knees, "that's also not the first time we met."

"It's not?"

"I'm just sorry I didn't have any hot pink bandages on me this time."

"That was you?" Eva asked, recalling the bonfire and the perfectly accessorized band-aid.

"Yeah," he said.

Kodi looked back up at her, a smile on his face as their eyes met for half a moment. His eyes then shifted, however, to the cloth she had pressed against her chin.

"Let's see what I can do for that chin," he said, his hand brushing against hers as he took the cloth from her.

She hardly noticed the sting of the wet cloth on her cut as he tilted her chin up with his other hand, giving her a better view of his face in the golden lighting of the sun, warming his eyes to an even richer hue. He hadn't been this nice to look at last summer, but he'd apparently grown into his nose, and his height, and some confidence had no-doubt come with it, all of which paid off nicely together.

Her gaze was drawn away when she heard a sound in the distance: the blaring of a horn, signifying the end of the game. Kodi stopped a moment as well, looking up as though trying to see where it came from.

"That's a relief," he smiled.

"Who do you think won?"

"Doesn't matter," Kodi said, "I'm just glad I didn't have to explain to Luke and Annabeth why I was stopping to help you and would've given you a head start instead of taking you prisoner."

"At least you don't have to report to Clarisse," Eva offered.

"I don't envy you on that one," Kodi said, dabbing away the last of the blood on her chin, "now, keep applying pressure, and stop by Cabin 7 to get it looked at once you get back by the main camp, okay?"

Eva rolled her eyes.

"At least grab yourself a couple real bandages?"

"Do they have hot pink ones?" Eva smiled

"If you tell them I sent you," Kodi smiled back, resheathing his knife. "Now, do you think you can walk with your knees all scraped up?"

"I think so," she said, trying to stand up off the ground.

"Here," Kodi jumped to his feet, then held a hand out to Eva, who gladly took it and let him help stand her up.

"Thanks for everything." Eva said, taking a couple steps with minimum difficulty.

"All in a day's work," he said.

In the distance, they heard quite a ruckus.

"What's that?" Eva asked.

"Sounds like some commotion over at canoe lake," Kodi said, "probably nothing important."

~eva's third summer~

Eva had no idea where the haikus were coming from.

It started one day at dinner, when she got up to make her offering to Aphrodite, and came back to find a three-by-five index card on her napkin. One one side was her name— Evangeline, not Eva— written with a smudged pink glitter gel pen. The other side had three lines written on it.

She stayed at the table after most of the other campers had left, when it was a little quieter and easier to focus on the words scribbled on the notecard:

"if the sun should rise

and see the way your face shines

it would be ashamed"

That was it. The only other thing on the card was a heart, near her name, a classic Valentine's heart with an arrow through it, and a scribbled line near the top corner that looked like something you'd do to get the ink in a pen flowing.

By now, Eva was used to this kind of stuff. Toward the end of last summer, a couple of the Demeter boys started competing to win her affection, and she found her bunk surrounded each day with fresh flowers (which, of course, led to frequent trips to Cabin 7 for allergy medication and a weekly supply of heart-shaped "cough-pops," as Kodi had branded them.) It wasn't uncommon for the Hermes kids to slip candy bars into her pockets and backpacks for her to find later. One of the Ares kids had dedicated an arm-wrestling victory to her, and one of Mr. D's boys had just about run out of elaborate pickup lines to use on her.

Being well-acquainted with this kind of stuff by now, Eva slipped the poem into her backpack and went on with her evening.

~💘~

That night before bed, she pulled the notecard out of her backpack, only to discover a second notecard with it. Her name was written on this one as well, with the same arrow-struck heart next to it, but there were two marks in the corner, and the glittering ink on the other side read:

"your smile is like the

dripping of nectar, like a

lump of ambrosia"

It was a pity that whoever wrote the poem wasn't there to see her read it, because they would've seen another one of her smiles as she read it.

She stacked both notes together neatly, and was about to set them on her nightstand, when she realized there was a third notecard already there. The unlined side, once again, bore her name and and the same kind of heart, this time with three marks in the corner, and a haiku that read:

"your laugh is a song

that i've always known without

knowing all the words"

Eva couldn't help but laugh just a little as she read it, then stacked all three notes on her nightstand and went to bed.

~💘~

As they tidied up the cabin the next morning, Eva smiled with a newfound confidence. There's always something special about having an admirer, but even more deliciously romantic about a secret admirer, one who writes you poems and tells you the sun doesn't hold a candle to you.

"Is there an Evangeline in this cabin?"Aurora, one of the first-year campers, asked.

"Yeah, that would be me." Eva sighed. Her dad had always said he gave her the name because it was a beautiful name, and she was his beautiful daughter, but she'd never been a fan of the impromptu Disney karaoke sessions she'd see whenever she introduced herself by it. "Eva" suited her much better.

"Someone left you a note," Aurora said, holding up a three-by-five card.

"Where?" Eva asked, walking over to her.

"Tacked onto the door," the girl said, "I found it while I was sweeping."

Before Eva could get to her, one of their older brothers, Mitchell, grabbed the note and read it out loud.

"'You are a poem, and I am just the reader,'' he read, slowly, his tone slightly mocking, "'I've mem'rized your words.' What a piece of…."

"None of your business," Eva snapped, taking the note from him and looking it over carefully, noting the lines in the corner and familiar handwriting. A favorite pastime of the Aphrodite kids was making fun of the horrible attempts at poetry the other kids would write for them, but for some reason the mockery of this one seemed out of place.

"Relax, Eva," Drew said, "tell me, who's this new beau, Evangeline?"

"I don't know," Eva said, calming down a little in spite of her anger.

"Someone from Apollo's cabin," another guy said, looking over Eva's shoulder.

"You don't know that," Eva shrugged. Several Apollo campers came to mind.

"Well, it is a poorly written haiku," Mitchell said.

"And there's that arrow through the heart," he said.

"Who do you think it is?" Aurora asked.

"I don't know," Eva shrugged, "but it's not the first one, either."

Now that the whole cabin was invested in this story, she showed her siblings the other three notecards and told them where she found them, as they laughed at the words comparing her to ambrosia and singalongs.

"Those are some hard-to-get-to places to sneak a poem into undetected," Mitchell said.

"Could be a Hermes kid, then," Lacy suggested.

That didn't seem right, but Eva couldn't say why.

"Could be anyone," Silena said, "but for now, let's finish getting the cleaned up and head to breakfast. Just because those Posiedon boys are gonna lose at cabin clean up again doesn't mean we shouldn't try to win."

And with that, the campers got back to work.

~💘~

Within a week, Eva had found five more notes in various pockets of her backpack, one at her seat at almost every meal, one on her nightstand each night and her cabin door in the morning, and three in her shorts' pockets (and how they got there without her noticing, she didn't want to know.) Each of them came with her name and a heart pierced with an arrow, a series of strikes up in the corner (which she soon realized were tally marks, the highest one up to twenty-nine so far, though a few in between were missing,) and a haiku, likening her to arrows, celestial bodies, anything beautiful you could think of (except, strangely enough, flowers,) and an assortment of diseases and ailments. Any time she found one, her nearby brothers and sisters would gather around and giggle and gawk over the attempts at romance.

Eva, however, treasured every one of these notes in her heart. With each note she found, her secret admirer became even more of a point of interest. At the end of that week, her curiosity got the better of her, and she hatched a plan involving a stakeout out front of her cabin. Whoever was hiding these notes came every night to leave them on the door, and tonight she'd catch the cupid culprit in the act.

~💘~

It was nearly midnight, and her tiredness had almost caught up with her as she crouched behind a flowering shrub outside the cabin.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of someone coming, and perked up to watch. This part required the most secrecy. If they heard her, no doubt they'd come up with some alibi that didn't involve haikus and thumb tacks. She'd have to catch them in the act. Quietly as she could, she watched as a figure approached the door, stuck something to it, and started to walk away.

Quickly, Eva shone her flashlight at the note, just to check that it was indeed another three-by-five with her glittering name on it, then turned the light on the intruder.

"Going somewhere?" she asked.

He looked like he was gonna jump out of his skin, but instead turned back around to face her. She recognized him as one of the Stoll brothers from Hermes' cabin, but even in better lighting she wouldn't be able to tell you which one.

"You've been writing me haikus?" Eva asked.

"Oh no," he said, his hands over his head in a way that made Eva feel like she was some kind of cop. "I'm just the delivery boy."

"You're running errands?" Eva asked.

"Half-Blood's gotta make a living," he said, "and I'm just using the skills dad gave me."

Hermes was a master of sneakery and delivery, and there was a reason the Stoll brothers were the heads of his children. Every demigod knew that if you want something done sneaky and you want it done right, you turn to the Stoll brothers.

Every camper also knew that they could both be easily bought.

"Who put you up to this?" Eva asked.

"My 'client' paid a high price for my silence," he said.

"Oh?" Eva asked, "and how high a price would I have to pay for the opposite?"

"I'm not a sellout," Stoll said, "even among thieves and pickpockets, there is honor."

"Such a shame," Eva smiled, smugly, knowing she had a bargaining chip worth much more than money, "because that means I won't have to tell my lovely sisters that you were part of this 'secret admirer' plot."

"Why should that matter?" he asked.

"They haven't been able to stop talking about it," Eva said, "someone being so clever and sneaky in the name of love. They always go crazy for guys in touch with their romantic side."

"Really?"

"Oh, sure," Eva said, "If they found out you were involved with this, oh, they'd be all over you."

"They would?" he asked, his voice weak.

"And of course," Eva said, knowing exactly how to seal the deal, "the best thing about attracting my sisters' attention? Being a child of Aphrodite pretty much guarantees more candy than you'll ever be able to eat, more than enough to share with such a daring romantic soul as your own.."

"Any peanut m&ms?" he asked.

Though they were a favorite slip-into-your-pocket candy from the Hermes kids, the Aphrodite kids seldom appreciated them. However, there was no one at camp who loved them more than Connor Stoll, who'd burn a pack of them for his father on the regular, and that gave Eva a pretty good hunch who she was talking to.

"Too many to eat," she said, "it's a shame, really."

"What's a shame?"

"Oh, you know," Eva said, "the fact that you'd rather keep your silence than attract the interests of a dozen beautiful girls with a lifetime supply of chocolate."

Eva turned, with a smile on her face, knowing she'd made an offer he couldn't refuse.

"Do you promise you won't tell him I told you?" Stoll asked.

She turned back to him.

"The only person who'll know about this conversation is my siblings, who will get to hear about how wonderfully romantic the great Connor Stoll is."

He smiled, so Eva assumed she had guessed properly as to which brother it was.

"I don't know," he said, with a wink, "Kodi paid a good price to tell me not to tell you."

"Kodi?" Eva asked, "Kodi Archer?"

Aside from her trips to Cabin 7 for allergy pills, cough-pops, and brightly colored band-aids, she hadn't spoken much to Kodi since the Capture the Flag game at the start of last summer. She'd attracted the attention of a lot of guys last year, and even more this year, so a lot of her attention-seekers fell through the cracks. She couldn't keep up with every boy who went out of his way to do something for her.

"I don't want any trouble between myself and the guy who makes my medicine," Connor winked again, and nodded in confirmation, "but don't tell anyone besides your sisters."

"You got it," Eva smiled, "now, you should get outta here before the harpies catch you."

"That's not a concern when you know what you're doing," he laughed. He pulled something out of his pocket and threw it into the distance, and Eva watched something in the sky chase it into a far-off tree.

"How did you…" Eva asked, but when she looked back at him, he was already gone.

Since she didn't have any magical harpy-escape-plan, she decided it best to head back to the cabin.

But she stopped a moment at the cabin door, running her fingers along the index card. Had she been paying attention, she could've figured it out without Connor's help. No one at camp called her "Evangeline," except Kodi. He'd written it in what he clearly knew was her favorite shade of pink. The arrow piercing the hearts doodled on the notes represented Cabin 7, and also the boy whose last name just-so-happened to be Archer. There were metaphors to sunshine and medicine and archery all throughout the poorly written poems, and while any other poet would've likened her to beautiful, fragrant flowers, only Kodi knew of her allergy. Not everyone on campus would trust the word of one of the Stoll brothers, but the facts lined up in this one.

She sighed, and decided not to bring the notecard back to the cabin with her. It would be better to leave it there for her siblings to gawk over in the morning.

~💘~

The next morning, Eva regaled the tale of her stakeout to her cabin mates, a captive audience, especially for her version of the story, in which Connor had taken the task of leaving the haikus solely "for the sake of romance" and "keeping the delicate flower of young love alive" and a few other poetic turns of phrase that made him into the kind of guy that at least a few of her siblings would fall for by the end of the story.

The other big change in this version of the story was that when she recounted it, Connor was not so easily bought, and claimed to "honor the romanticism of mystery," meaning he disappeared into the night before telling Eva who her secret admirer was.

In Cabin 10, names were thrown around often. Eva could list off the top of her head at least a dozen demigods who'd tried gestures like this to win her siblings' affections. Gossip was more juicy when you had names and faces to go with the story.

But for some reason, Eva didn't want this to be juicy gossip, though, quite frankly, she couldn't quite put her finger on why. So, she kept Kodi's name out of the discussion, suggesting to her clamoring sisters that maybe the best way to get that information was from Connor, either through sweet-talk, or just sweets in general

~eva's third summer~

It was Eva's turn to help Silena in the stables. It always fascinated Eva, how comfortably Silena got on with the pegasi, and vice versa, especially because Eva was terrified of them. It wasn't just pegasi; she was afraid of horses too, and though she'd never seen a unicorn, she was sure she wouldn't want to. No matter how much Silena would tell her it was safe, that the pegasi wouldn't hurt her— and even having a satyr and that Percy kid translate the pegasi's whinnies for her multiple times— this was something Eva couldn't shake.

And yet, that afternoon she found herself in the stables with Silena.

"I wish I could talk with them," Silena said, brushing a winged palomino.

"Why?" Eva asked, polishing a saddle as far from the pegasi as she could be.

"I think they know more than they let on," she smiled, "kind of like you."

"What?" Eva's nose wrinkled.

"I heard you talking to Connor outside the cabin last night," Silena said.

"You what?"

"I knew you were gonna stay up and get to the bottom of the secret poet mystery," Silena said, "so, I waited up to listen in. Kodi likes you?"

"Not so loud!" Eva said.

"The only ones around to hear us are the pegasi," Silena said.

"And they know a lot more than they let on." Eva rolled her eyes, then looked back down at the saddle in front of her and buffed up a stain.

If Silena had anything further to say, she didn't say it. Instead, she rubbed her wrist, anxiously, then bit her lip, with a far-off look in her eyes.

"I'll be right back," she said, before Eva had time to question her or protest at being left alone with the flying death horses.

"May as well get this over with," Eva muttered. She picked up the horse-brush Silena had been using and decided to try to face her fears head-on.

Everyone had always told her these kinds of creatures were more afraid of her than she was of them, which seemed stupid because they weighed at least ten times more than her and had a mouth bigger than her entire face.

But whoever had said it was apparently right, because the pegasus she approached seemed startled by her mere presence, and the last thing Eva remembered before hitting the floor was the pegasi standing in front of her, reared up to a terrifying height on his hind legs.

~💘~

Eva knew stable floors to be notoriously hard and dirty, and yet when she came to, she felt like she was lying on fresh bedsheets on a mattress. Instead of being surrounded by hay and the smell of a stable, she saw tulle around her, and smelled something delightfully clean.

"I know this room," she thought, "I'm in the Big House."

Usually, campers only stayed in the Big House for medical emergencies. As her consciousness regained itself, a pain in her head did too, and she realized why she qualified.

Trying not to move her head too much, she looked around the room. Out the window was total darkness, like the middle of the night. Flowers were gathered, not near her bed, but on the other side of the room. The only light in the room was a lamp, which sat next to a chair that was next to the bed, and in that chair sat someone Eva knew well: a dimly lit Kodi.

He didn't look like he'd intended to fall asleep. Instead of a blanket, his lap was covered in notecards, and he hadn't returned the cap on the pink gel pen in his hand.

She turned over, just a little, and felt something out of place on her pillow: a notecard, her name written in familiar handwriting, with an arrow-pierced heart, and more tally marks than she wanted to count. The other side contained three simple lines.

"evangeline, please,

you've got to wake up because

i kind of love you."

The rest of the kids in Cabin 10 would've laughed their heads off at the words "kind of," but she was focused on the word after them: love. It was one thing to say you like someone, or have a crush on someone, or you think someone's cute. But to say you love someone, even just "kind of?" In the last three summers at Camp Half-Blood, and all those years of grade-school Valentine's and getting hounded for her phone number, not one of those guys had ever said they love her. And now, Kodi had.

But Kodi hadn't just said that he loved her, he'd shown it. Maybe the hot pink bandages weren't a coincidence. Maybe the heart-shaped cough pops were made with her in mind. Maybe there was a reason he'd helped his Capture the Flag enemy. Maybe he hadn't left her side since he heard about her pegasus incident, and wanted her to see a friendly face when she came to.

Even if none of that was true, there was no denying he'd gone out of his way to pour his heart out for her. Given the lengths he went to to get his poems to her and the price he paid for Connor's silence, it was clear that he wasn't doing this to get something in return. He just wanted her to know that she was special, and she was loved. That was all he'd been telling her from the beginning, wasn't it?

~kodi's fourth summer~

From the first time he met Evangeline Blythe, Kodi had known one thing: she was special, and she deserved to be loved like it.

Of course, his friends and siblings tried to dissuade him. Demigods and mortals alike throughout history had grown a sudden belief in "love at first sight" after meeting Aphrodite kids, and it never worked out as planned.

Kodi, however, was great at working out plans. He saw the way she accessorized each day, and sent for some colored bandages to meet that need. Every time he saw her felt like Valentine's Day, so when her coughing fits started, it'd only made sense to make heart shaped "cough-pops" to capture that essence. And when he realized that helping her with her injuries in capture the flag wasn't enough to compete with all the other boys who sought her attention, he started his most ambitious project yet, which took a long while (and several pink gel pens) to execute, but the payoff was well worth it.

He was a worried mess when Silena called him to the stables, and even more of a wreck when he saw Evangaline's lifeless form, and the blood dripping from her forehead. He was thankful he always kept a bit of ambrosia on hand. Had his shirt been able to voice an opinion it would've been ungrateful, though, that Kodi had thought ahead to keep hot pink bandages and a knife on hand, but didn't keep any cloths on hand. A chunk of his shirt was cut off without a second thought as he wiped the blood off her forehead and prayed a million prayers to his father.

He'd gotten her to a more stable condition— no pun intended— though still unconscious, and brought her back to the Big House as safely as he could on the back of a pegasus.

Kodi had insisted on staying by her bedside until she woke up, and Chiron said that would be fine, as long as they weren't alone together. Silena volunteered to stay with them, feeling excessive guilt over not being in the stable to stop the problem before it happened.

Around midnight, after an unexpected heart-to-heart with Silena about his feelings for Evangeline, he'd told her to get some sleep, and that he'd wake her up when Evangeline did.

In the meantime, Kodi had plenty of time to write some more haikus, and had just slipped the best of them on her pillow when his exhaustion from the day's events finally kicked in.

~💘~

Kodi woke with a start when he felt something touching him, and looked down to see a hand on top of his. The hand was slender, nails well-manicured in a shade of pink that perfectly complemented the bracelets around the wrist.

His eyes followed the arm to Evangeline's face, her eyes open and her lips smiling at him as she lay on the bed next to his seat.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she whispered, despite the fact that the sun hadn't even risen yet.

"You're awake," he whispered back in surprise, "and you're… holding my hand?"

He wasn't sure how this had happened, but he tried to move his hand away from hers, just in case, but instead her hand chased after his, and caught it.

"I am," she smiled.

"Why?" he asked, and when she looked disappointed, he followed up, "not that I'm upset, just a little confused. Did I miss something? Maybe you're delirious? I should wake Silena, or maybe get Will…."

"Not yet," Evangeline said, "I'm thinking clearly. I'm actually thinking a lot more clearly about a lot of things than I have been in a long time."

"What kind of things?"

"I never asked to be Aphrodite's kid," she said, "we don't get to come up with strategies or fight epic battles or tend to the wounded with great expertise," and she smiled and squeezed his hand, "but we do have it lucky."

"How?" Kodi asked.

"When your mom is the goddess of love," she smiled, that pure smile that somehow had a way of healing his soul every time he saw it, "the most confusing thing anyone can ever go through suddenly makes a lot more sense."

"What's that?"

"This," Evangeline said, holding up the note he'd left on her pillow, "'I kind of love you' too," she said.

"You do?" He asked, and he hoped she liked his smiles as much as he liked hers, because there was no stopping the one that now spread across his face. All that planning and working at getting her attention had actually worked.

Instead of responding, she squeezed his hand three times, and he'd listened to the modern poets enough to know it meant "I love you."

He responded the same way, but after the third squeeze, he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it, the world stopping a moment as he looked up and saw the blush creeping along her cheeks, that perfect shade of pink she'd taught him to see everywhere.

"You said you needed to wake Silena?" Evangeline asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"Can it wait ten seconds?"

"Why ten seconds?" Kodi asked.

"Because," Evangeline said, leaning closer toward him off the edge of the bed, "that gives me just enough time to do this."

Then, she kissed him, and if it had lasted ten seconds or ten hours, he wouldn't've known the difference, and he wouldn't've cared. It still would've been overwhelming. He still would've thought it ended too soon. It still would've taken him a few hazy minutes to recover. Even after passing out in a stable and spending a day in a hospital room, her lips still tasted like chocolate and strawberries, and they pressed against his as gently as a feather, pulling away just as softly.

"Wow," he whispered, between deep breaths, "I think I kind of love you more than I thought I did."

She giggled a little, and said "me too," and it was the capstone of the greatest moment of his entire life.

The sun was just beginning to rise out the infirmary window, and as perfect as it would be to say they held hands and watched the sunrise together while Apollo painted the skies in glorious hues, no one could honestly say that's what happened that morning— because Kodi was much more interested in watching Evangeline than in anything the sunrise had to offer.

#percy jackon and the olympians #kazzy's ocs #evangeline blythe #kodi archer #5 and 1 #kazzy writes #fanfiction #silena beauregard #drew tanaka #percy jackson book spoilers #kazzy borrows uncle rick's sweater #kazzy writes fanfic #camp half blood #tw blood #connor stoll

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galactic-pirates · 6 months ago

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for the ship ask, since I didn't go with them: B'elanna and Seven?

I have to be honest I hadn't really thought about them too much until I saw some B7 posts. They interact so rarely :(

But the more I thought about them, and the more posts I read - I'm sorry I know I should link them but I'm not sure I reblogged them (I know, I'm mad at myself too) so they are long lost and tumblr search is garbage. Anyway, it just seemed to make sense.

They are outsiders - half Klingon, half Borg. Both struggle with that dual nature and that they don't fit. For B'elanna she's too human to be Klingon, but too Klingon to be human. I wonder sometimes how much of her famous "klingon temper" is performative, and more out of frustration than anything. One of the amazing metas I read talked about klingon courting, and how B'elanna was a poet (which is the role males take in klingon society).

As someone who has internalised a lot of societal bullshit, I feel like B'elanna doesn't accept herself. It's hard to say given when Voyager aired whether it was so heteronormative due to the time period, or if those attitudes do still have hold of parts of the Federation. Given how different B'elanna feels because of her heritage, I wonder if she didn't do any sort of self-analysis, and pushed away anything that didn't fit the very traditional mould, as she wants to be 'normal' (in her eyes) in one area. Hence clinging to her relationship with Tom even though it doesn't seem to make her happy. Like she doesn't think relationships should be happy.

Contrast this with Seven who as Borg I'd argue had no real concept of gender or sexuality - they were Borg and that's all that mattered. But her guide to all things 'human' was the Doctor who was very cis hetero in what he pushed on her. I'd say she tried to adapt, thinking what the Doctor said was the way, only to learn later she had some stuff to unlearn. That the world wasn't that rigid and she could make her own choices. That they weren't wrong - that there is no wrong, only preference.

I would love to explore a concept of how B'elanna and Seven could have worked while still on Voyager. They definitely had their moments. I love how B'elanna respected Seven enough to be honest. There was that exchange where B'elanna told Seven she was rude but it was without judgement. Or when they talked about going back to Earth and B'elanna pointed out as a Marquis she wouldn't be welcome either, aligning herself with Seven.

However, I feel that anything more than friendship with them is most likely to evolve post-return. We don't know I think for sure (possibly novels covered it, but I don't know how 'canon' they are?) what happened to B'elanna. I personally headcanon that she didn't rejoin StarFleet but that Tom did. Instead B'elanna moved into some kind of R&D engineering because she is brilliant. At the same time we know that Seven started drifting and ended up with the Fenris Rangers. I feel like B'elanna and Tom's marriage wouldn't survive the long-distance, the pressure from Tom's family, their different career goals etc. I think it's possible they had a second "let's stay together" child, and then realised they worked better as co-parents/friends.

Also I feel like B'elanna, away from Voyager, and faced with bringing up another part-klingon (or two), and as all good parents do wanting better for her kids, finally had the space and the inclination to do a little soul-searching. I think the Voyager crew maintained some sporadic contact. We know Harry gave Seven a model of Voyager. So B'elanna hearing Seven is in the sector and going "hey want to get drinks" is perfectly plausible. Not as a date, just as friends catching up, but then they talk (and drink) and they do have a lot in common. Going back to what I said at the start about not fitting in this world, not being any one thing, and so a foot in both camps and at home in none.

I can't see them as a "happy ever after" type romance. I feel it would be more like "sometimes girlfriends" as everytime they are on the same ship/planet they'd hook up. Not serious, and not exclusive, but over time it becomes perhaps one of the more stable and long-term relationships that either of them ever have. They don't live together, but if anything happens they know they can call, and the other will be there no questions asked.

So yeah I ship them.

Send me a ship

#long post #b7 #b'elanna torres #seven of nine #star trek: voyager #I answer things

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rivangel · 2 years ago

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to kind of provide some sort of answer to one of the many questions surrounding newborn levi: i get the impression that kuchel's experience of giving birth to him was... rough. rough in the sense that kuchel was in labour for a long time. and that as far as complications go, he wasn't breathing immediately when he came out; kuchel's fear quickly morphs into relief when he starts breathing roughly 7 seconds or so later. but after, kuchel would rest for days whilst someone else watches baby levi.

i decided to combine these bc i have Many thoughts !!!! also i ripped my own heart out of my chest writing this. im a mess lol

//giving birth(?)

Giving birth to Levi was the most nerve-wracking and painful experience of Kuchel's life—as well as the best day of her life. Obviously she got no medicine for the pain, and a c-section wasn't an option because the risk of infection would've been enormous, and regardless there was no way Kuchel had a doctor or nurse to help her (and considering the time aot is set in, women dying during childbirth was probably very common), only some of her closest friends who volunteered to help.

The labor lasted hours (you know how babies cry out of the womb bc the experience of being born is traumatic? headcanon tiny itty bitty baby Levi did not feel like leaving his momma's belly so the labor was doubly difficult). He was a tiny newborn too.

One woman brings him into her arms immediately, swaddling him in an old towel, and announces it's a boy!! And Kuchel just starts weeping. Exhaustion, joy, relief. He's here.

While two women clean him off, Kuchel's closest friend is sitting by her head comforting and laughing with her (imagine, she gave birth in the same bed she worked in oh my god it hurts?), the two coddling Levi get frantic because his lips are blue and he isn't breathing.

Kuchel was already mumbling, "Let me see my baby, give me Levi," (she already had a name if it turned out to be boy). Her heart fucking drops to her stomach when the terror appears on their faces.

Would the women realistically know how to give CPR to a newborn (is that a thing?) or know what to do at all? No, or at least doubtful. Kuchel's best friend tears away from her, the most level-headed one and most determined, and strokes his back with a few fingers. Mumbling quickly please, please while Kuchel covers her red-rimmed eyes with her arm. Blubbering, "No. He's strong. He's strong," and then she just screams, "Help him!"

(please let me diffuse the tension i am having a heart attack) Kuchel's best friend slaps Levi on the butt (isn't that a thing nurses do?) until the blubbering and tension of the room silences the moment he starts to wail. throws his head back and cries and cries. goddd. Everyone, but especially Kuchel is laughing crazily and weeping at the same time. Color rises to his cheeks finally.

Kuchel stretches her arms out and jaw trembling, begs for him. Finally, the squirming bundle is carefully transferred to her hold before she even thinks of letting her legs down. Nothing else in the world matters, including the praise and reassurances of her friends and especially her own pain.

And he really is strong. Whimpers and cries as he's cooed and doted over, doesn't fall asleep for several minutes afterwards. Kuchel's cheeks are wet, and she can't stop looking at him. As soon as she saw his face, it's cemented in her. She already knew she loved him more than anything in the entire world, and she always would, but it's real now. It's that type of love that could break anyone down to tears. It's devastating.

He already has a little tuft of hair, and it's the darkest black just like hers. Ironically, no one could afford a cradle or little toys for him (besides one beaten rattle more designed for a doll), except for a white woolen hat fit for a baby to keep him warm.

Teeny tiny fingers that can barely wrap around one of her own. Holding him to her chest, while at the same time treating him like glass because she's horrified of hurting him. Of anything else going wrong.

Meanwhile the sweat is wiped off Kuchel's forehead and a blanket is laid over her legs (to none of her notice). She's okay, too. Her friends give her time alone with him (and most definitely use the excuse to face Kuchel's boss(es) themselves. The entire labor was most definitely loud and "disruptive" to business as usual, and they were going to do everything in their power for Kuchel not to hear the ramifications, and to take whatever punishment will come).

Kuchel could've easily fallen into an exhausted sleep while listening to the slight sounds of his breathing. But to keep herself awake until one of the women is back, she's murmuring so softly that someone across the room wouldn't be able to hear: "Oh... you're so beautiful. You're amazing... Oh my god. I love you. You're my sweet angel."

(im tearing up)

A short time (for the average) later, after Kuchel's friend has come back to sit with her, but before Kuchel can bear to hand him off so that she can rest, his eyes open. Her eyes blur with tears once again, which she quickly blinks away. The sweetest little grey eyes appear when he just barely cracks his eyes open. Innocently peering up.

And Kuchel's friend says, "My god. He looks just like you."

And the tears start up again. It barely crosses Kuchel's mind that her brother isn't here—she already knows that Levi is all she needs.

Days following the birth, Kuchel rests. The women do what they can all things considered, but on a lighter note they have a thorough debate over who will babysit him (everyone wanted to. everyone cooed over him and touched his chubby cheeks omg). Kuchel probably had to bargain with her boss(es) that she would pick up extra shifts as soon as she was able. The only think about it that bothered her was her ability to take care of Levi through all of it. Without question he was her new, sole priority. Her sun (and her son). Her reason for living.

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#fuck writing this was pure emotional turmoil #i'll post the other ones tomorrow i am drained hehe #aot headcanons #levi.pic #aot imagines #attack on titan hcs #levi attack on titan #attack on titan fluff #snk fanfiction #levi ackerman fanfiction

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ielectrica · 2 months ago

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Headcanons for Alejandra Huerta-Morena (one of my TWST OC's!)

⋆ She does have magic, but her magic is incompatible in Twisted Wonderland. So in order for her to actually learn magic, she would have to start all over again. So this is why, for now, she's in Ramshackle!

⋆ If Alejandra had an UM, it would be this:

"Fortuna Estrella" Her fortunes and future readings are extremely accurate and it allows her to see a little bit into the future. Her visions are also vivid and more detailed than the average seer's. A small reading would cost her only a little bit of her magic, but they would have to recuperate for up to 12 hours before using it again. A good sized reading would have to take up to 24 hours to be fully recuperated from before in order to do another reading. Finally, for a full on reading, she would need to say the full chant as well as tap into her full magical potential. But that takes a toll on her mental health as well as causes migraines. Depending on how intense the vision is, she could end up losing blood via having a nose bleed or pass out due to the mental exertion it brings upon them. For them to be able to use it fully again, they would need up to 48 hours to recuperate from using up that much magic before doing it again.

⋆ Ale identifies as a demigirl since they're okay with femininity as a concept and for themself sometimes, but they do sometimes prefer a more gender-neutral, more nebulous form of gender identity.

⋆ Ms. Huerta-Morena is proficient when on the drums from the time that she had started a band with some of her classmates while in school.

⋆ Yes, she's also intersex with not only clitoromegaly, but with Congenital Adrenal Hyperplasia, which was found out early in her life (during her later childhood years when puberty hit with irregular periods, higher amounts of testosterone, more muscle at the age of seven, ended up being taller than everyone else in their grade, having some thick facial hair that they would end up shaving off, broader shoulders, XX chromosomes, deeper, huskier voice, body hair on her arms, legs, her chest, stomach, and a bit at the side and bottom of her toes)!

⋆ Their height is 5'11.5"

⋆ Before she ended up in Twisted Wonderland, she was actually a dancer starting from the age of three, which means that prior to being transported, she's danced for 21 years as a Broadway dancer! (Tenth life)

⋆ They have a toned, fit physique from dancing and sword fighting.

⋆ When she saw that Night Raven College didn't have a club that didn't specifically cater to her interests, Alejandra ended up making a club called History and Appreciation of Dance (HAD).

⋆ Having lost their eye through having acid thrown at them, they now have gray and golden glass eyes that they carry around with them. Every now and again, they would have to replace that glass eye with the other one. Their skin around their eye and the upper half of her cheek as well as on their eyelid is tender and sensitive after many surgeries performed on them form having acid thrown at them. No matter what the surgeons and doctors tried to do, her eye couldn't be saved due to how much it had melted when the acid had made contact.

⋆ Alejandra seems to only understand the basics of how modern technology (such as smartphones and such) work but beyond that, she would need some assistance.

⋆ Although she hasn't played any video games in her life, she'd be willing to be taught how! She's more proficient with board games though and has a competitive streak when it comes to them!

⋆ She has a trust system (kind of like a dating sim/otome game style system) where if you get to their highest level, they’ll show you their face underneath their mask and tell you about their true self.

⋆ Right now, the reason that you wouldn't see facial hair or excess body hair on Alejandra is because they're the type to (right now since this can change based on which interactions they'll have!) want to not want to deal with a lot of body hair, especially their facial hair since going to laser appointments makes them nearly freeze and lose their breath. Going to the doctors for any kind of exams (especially those involving surgeries that are for her genitals, doctors and surgeons taking pictures of her naked body, the amount of medications she has to take just so she doesn't go into shock, etc.) has made her wariness and fear of the healthcare system increase tenfold. So she ends up avoiding most of it along with with therapy like the plague.

⋆ They're Afro-Latina with some indigenous blood in them, so they'll have a sepia (reddish-brown, so some warmer undertones with some warm overtones) complexion with hair that's almost constantly in locs to protect her hair and she washes it like once a month in order for the oils to not dry out. She also has coarse hair that's also tight and curly, requiring a lot of time and patience to care for! It can also be seen as puffy since it's bouncy and has evenly distributed tight curls, so her hair's almost constantly in locs to protect her hair and she washes it like once a month in order for the oils to not dry out. As for her nose, she has a thinner bridge with a fuller nose. Her eyes are a smoky, charcoal grey due to her having some blue eyed- people in her family tree and some people who have other eye colors such as green as well!

⋆ Her piercings consist a golden bottom lip piercing, a golden septum piercing, and long golden earrings of a sun and a crescent moon with Alejandra having a mole on the bottom of her cheek and closer to her pouty lips. Accompanying her neck is a black choker with a golden crescent moon on it alongside a delicate golden necklace with upside down triangle patterns closer to where her shoulder blades are.

⋆ In terms of her estranged family, she still loves them, but it's complicated since she resents the things that they did to her such as telling the doctors and surgeons that it was okay to do surgeries on her without her consent as an infant and that's a big part of why she hates herself and her "ugly" body. Her younger brother, (changing his name from Alfonso) Diego, still loves and cares for her, but is ignorant of her struggles since they don't communicate as much as they used to. Alejandra and Diego are like 6 - 7 years apart in age difference too, so Alejandra almost had to raise Diego in a sense.

⋆ Alex has had ten lives thus far, averaging out to 500 years. This means that by approximately the age of 50, they are most likely to be met with some sort of deadly demise. Their soul is immortal and Alex ends up collecting all of the memories of their past lives, thus some family estrangement was inevitable. Especially in this life. However, her family member aren't immortal and their memories don't carry with them, so they get confused as to why she hold these grudges and resentments.

⋆ Alejandra doesn't exactly know what she wants in terms of family because she used to have a loving and caring family before her interest and hyperfixation on magic and alchemy in general (healing to be more specific). Since they had been so fixated and obsessed with that and with the trauma that she went through of literally being burned at the stake due to being accused of witchcraft. They abandoned and disowned her before that though and the heartache she went through because of the sins that she has committed in her family's eyes has caused her to have a sort of distorted and "warped", I guess, view of what family is supposed to be like. Although she would like to have a child in the future, her body with it's medical issues due to the physical and mental trauma that she went through along with the extreme stress of her bereavements would most likely cause her to have a miscarriage. They would literally think of themself as useless and unworthy of any kind of love, almost giving up on the concept of having that family that they desperately want. This pertains to all of her lives, not just the first and tenth.

⋆ Alex went by a fake name so that nobody could discover her true identity and that fake name (along with fake backstory) has given her some form of comfort from the life she used to have. Although for Malleus, they would have let him call them "Child of Man".

⋆ (Pertaining to her first life as a Countess when she was born and raised in Spain; before entering Twisted Wonderland in her tenth life) Still misses their family even if their family hates their guts. At least their younger brother still cares about them even if he ended up being the reason that she ended up burned at the stake and tortured by the village folk.

⋆ Alejandra is quite knowledgeable about many things that pertain to older things in history, which can come off as peculiar to many others in Night Raven College. Although she isn’t shy or timid, Ms. Huerta-Morena tends to keep to herself due to prioritizing their homework or other things within their respective dorm above all else. She is, however, not an introvert and more of an ambivert, preferring to blend into the background. Because they’re so secretive about their life and where they originally came from, they’re not likely to make a whole lot of friends. Of course, that’s all fine and dandy by them. They’re quite competitive when it comes to playing games, (almost) having only one rule. To win.

⋆ Background for her first life (this will be separated into four sections here with a star point so that it's a little bit more digestible to read): She's a human who was a noblewoman back in Spain during the time of the inquisition about 500 years ago. So because she was interested in magic and the art of healing, she would study up on it alone sometimes in her own bedroom while attending to her duties as a Lady (being the daughter of a countess and a Count since her father was knighted by the King of Spain for his service in the Spanish military). For a while, her own parents would do their best to dissuade and discipline her (since that was against the word of God) by having her work for some nuns and priests. Her mother had felt ashamed that she was not able to instill good Christian morals into her own daughter while her father was angry at Alejandra for having listened in on the servants speak about their magic. However, the more she had done work for the Nuns and priests, the less she believed in the glory and goodness of God due to seeing people starving and begging for food and money to feed their children, for medicine to get them through another day. Was that supposed to be God's doing? If it was, then Alejandra wanted nothing to do with it. So when she was allowed to go back to her family, she apologized to them and promised that she would do better as a daughter of God. But as she grew up, she would begin to combine elements of what she was taught by her mother, father, and servants through alchemy and the "dark arts". Alejandra had gone around in the dead of night dressed as a lower class citizen in order to give away some coins, food, and water along with medicine that she had made herself in order to help those in need. Since she knew that she was putting everything on the line by doing this, she would actually go by a different name. Maria.

⋆ There would be a rivalry between the Huerta-Morena home and a few others due to them wanting to be in the King and Queen's favor. As of that particular moment, Alejandra and her family were in the favor of the royalty in the Kingdom of Spain due to her father having been knighted for his service in the Spanish military. Because the families of the other noble houses were jealous of the Huerta-Morena's wealth and status, they would give orders to their servants to follow the family wherever they went. At first, nothing was amiss. The children were obedient and acted orderly just as they should and the parents loved each other dearly. This would go on until a servant of one of the noble houses of the royal court had discovered (way later down the line) that Alejandra had been making potions and other magical, alchemical items in order to heal others in a cabin in the countryside, they had told their master and mistress about this. That was when the rumors had spread amongst themselves and amongst the people living in Spain that Alejandra was a witch practicing the "dark arts". Because there were other noble houses wishing to seek favor with the royalty of the Kingdom of Spain and it was a tumultuous time for those who weren't of pure Spanish blood (those who were Moorish, Jewish, Muslim, etc.) and the fact that Alejandra's ancestors had come from Mexico a couple of centuries earlier as slaves (yes, she is of Indigenous Mexican heritage along with having both Moorish and Jewish ancestors as well as being part Spanish like her parents and younger brother are), they were completely screwed. Before they knew it, their home would be ransacked by the Church, finding books about alchemy, magic, some writings of some ancient rituals that could cure others of their suffering, etc. Due to having found these writings and scriptures, the family would be ripped of their status and their possessions handed to the Church.

⋆ Not only did Alejandra and her family lose everything because of this, but it was due to the fact that now the other noble houses had more power than the Huerta-Morena's. Now it seemed as if they didn't run away to some other country, then they would end up dying by hanging or by burning. Alejandra would end up sparing her family by having them pack whatever it is they had left. But now, they were on the run. Becoming desperate for some kind of freedom and salvation, Alejandra would pray to God and the Gods in the skies to listen to her prayers and save them from their doomed fate. No matter what it took, she would make sure that they were safe even if now they despised her for what she had done, practicing alchemy and magic in order to save and heal others from their fate.

⋆ At this point in time, no matter what she had done, her family just wouldn't have it. There would be verbal spats and arguments about her digging even deeper into the arcane arts, going back on her promises to be on the righteous path. Due to her desperation, she would revert to darker arts and praying to the Gods. Because her family couldn't take it anymore, they had would pack up their belongings and leave her in the cabin all alone. Being all alone in a world where it practically hated her for her existence had nearly broken Alejandra… Was there any hope left for someone like her? Her family was everything to her, yet all they could see her as was just a traitor; as someone who didn't deserve to be in the family and a liability to them. All she had left was her fervent worship of the Gods, her altar, and the grimoires and books that she had been studying on magic.

⋆ Rumors spread like wildfire of Alejandra being in cahoots with the devil, of consorting with other witches of the forest and dancing naked, being a part of devilish rituals that were unholy and unnatural. The leader of the village had ordered the villagers to go find her and bring her back alive. But that wasn't what Antonio (the name of Alejandra's younger brother) had grown up with. This wasn't the version of her that he had seen! She was nurturing, protective, and fearless to the point of having defended him from bullies due to him being weak physically. However, he could not deny that she had fallen down the wayside of the righteous path. Hiding amongst the villagers that went off in search of her and the accursed cabin, he would do his best to try and find a way to bring her back. To see if she could be convinced once more to walk down the righteous path and be a daughter of God again. But what he and the other villagers had found had horrified and troubled Antonio deeply. Notes on how to summon creatures and spirits from other dimensions and worlds?! Written nonsense on how to create potions and spells to "heal" (using quotations in this case due to them not believing in that kind of logic and instead believing that God could heal all) others and actually relieve them of their suffering??? All of this was nothing but proof that Alejandra was a witch! A bride of the devil! Hearing noises of her home being ransacked, Ale would come out of her bedroom and go into the main room. Unfortunately, that was a terrible idea on her behalf. The villagers and Antonio snatched her, her cabin having been ransacked and her work having been stolen to burn. Dragging her to the center of the village, she struggled in the arms of the strongest villagers. Having already declared her a witch, they would tie her to a pole and then set fire to the hay, the people watching as she pleaded for them to hear her out, to stop this madness. But it was too late.

⋆ (Fake backstory for when Alejandra gets isekai'd into Twisted Wonderland; also mentions their fake name which is Athanasia Vita "Eternal Life"; will be divided up into sections so that it's easier to read): Coming from a humble, nomadic background, their older mother had raised them alone after they were found on the streets of her hometown. Traveling from town to town, they would tell people their fortunes, whether they were good or bad. There were even times that they would go almost without any Thaumarks/Madol and had to save them for another day. It was one night that tells a story about a girl who went on a magical adventure with some animal friends. Finding others like them along the way, they then proceeded to get rid of the evil threat that was planning to rule the world. From there, they became well-known as heroes and they lived happily ever after. Of course, that was only so that she could have good dreams when she slept since she didn't want her child to be thinking about the cruel reality of her situation of merely surviving on the meager earnings of that day’s Thaumarks/Madol.

⋆ From there, Athanasia had suddenly found her mother to be ill. Not having enough Thaumarks/Madol for medicine, she had created some herself and found that she was talented in terms of magic. Using some of her magic that night, she had predicted the future for herself and found that her mother would become well again if she had attended a prestigious school that would help enhance her abilities. Night Raven College. Once her mother found out about her magical abilities pertaining to predicting the future, she gave her the crystal ball that had been passed down from generations of fortune tellers. “Use it well for if you do not, it will break. If this breaks, it will never be of help to you again. The Great Seven will curse you to never use magic for the rest of your days.”

⋆ Working tirelessly for the next few years, they would save up more than enough Thaumarks/Madol by the time they were able to in order to expand their business. The daughter for her fortune-telling and the mother for her tarot card readings. The more well-known the duo became, the more fame that they had via word of mouth. Unfortunately, this came with some consequences as the duo were becoming more well-known. There were more customers that were not too keen on having their bad fortunes read to them.

⋆ At one point, there was a customer angry and offended enough that the daughter had endured acid to the face. Being rushed to the nearest hospital, she had to be attended to immediately. Having been there for days, she had ended up losing one of her eyes, having to use glass eyes for the rest of her life although her skin was able to be saved. However, it had left them with a scar that up to now has not fully healed. Her mother was distraught, worried for her child’s safety and health. Thus she had to close down the shop for multiple days, losing revenue on it.

⋆ But that was nothing to her compared to the potential loss of her child. From these days forward, they would have to wear intricate prosthetic masks in order to cover and hide the face as it is slowly healing. Luckily for the duo, the doctors and nurses were sympathetic enough to tell them ways that they could pay off their medical expenses, even helping them by buying some of their services. Since these were all during Athanasia’s teenage years, this has reflected on how they see beauty standards and their envy for beautiful faces. It has (to an extent) affected the way that they see themself, seeing themself as a hideous creature. To this day, they had to hide their face from the world via a prosthetic mask. Fortunately for them, the masks were used to also intimidate and scare off former disgruntled customers.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #intersex #cw: genital talk #cw: blood #cw & tw: periods #cw: religion #cw: miscarriage #cw: torture #cw: death #cw: medical trauma #cw: gore #cw: genital mutilation #malleus draconia

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fascinatedhelix · 2 years ago

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Those headcanons I promised:

Audrey:

She was always borderline cartoonishly flexible, she just thought she was double-jointed. She never saw a doctor about it - she’s probably like Steven Universe in that she’s probably never been to a doctor before - she just heard that being abnormally flexible means you must be double-jointed and she never questioned it until she learned she was an ink creature.

Audrey definitely didn’t age like a normal human child, if we’re to think that she hadn’t been around when Henry’s soul was basically photocopied into the Machine in 1963, despite her being a young adult in 1973. I’m thinking of a situation akin to that of Studio Ghibli’s The Tale of Princess Kaguya, where she kind of just grew up in fits and bursts in response to emotional highs. It would certainly correspond well to the alarm clock memory, which places a great deal of importance on time on Joey and Audrey’s parent-child relationship; not only was Joey reaching the end of his life, but Audrey was growing up at an abnormally fast rate.

Again, she wasn’t even aware of how abnormal her entire childhood was until Joey clarified that she wasn’t human.

She was likely homeschooled up until high school, when she stopped growing quite so rapidly, and her “choice to forget” happened when she went off to art college in 1967 or 1968. Joey died when she was just about to graduate.

Audrey, outside of the Cycle, tends to be a bit timid and awkward due to her relatively isolated childhood, and hasn’t the foggiest clue how to deal with actual children. She likes them, but she doesn’t really know what to do with them.

She got into a lot of shit during her college years, given how she was an art student during the whole Flower Power movement. She’s still got hippie clothes in her closet, even if she doesn’t wear them on the job for obvious reasons. She has definitely tried out some drugs; whether or not they worked on her given she’s made of ink is kind of a mystery.

Wilson

He’s actually somewhere in his 50s, but looks and sounds a lot older due to a number of health issues.

On the normal side of things, he was born in the 1920s, back before the health effects of smoking were well understood. Both his parents smoked like chimneys around him as a kid, and he picked up the habit in his young adult years as well.

When he was a young adult, he had one hell of an ego; coming from a ludicrously wealthy and very well liked family, young Nathan Jr had all the classic styling of a spoiled rich kid just looking to get into trouble.

One night he decided to try and show off to some of his peers by engaging in a little old fashioned street racing in the expensive new car his dad got him, and wound up causing a deadly car accident as a result. Not only did this accident result in permanent injuries to his face and chest, losing him his looks and one eye in the process, but it also killed several innocent bystanders.

This incident didn’t just have a majorly negative impact on his health, but it utterly trashed his public reputation and his relationships with his family and peers. Nathan Arch Sr had to make a public statement, his mother was shunned from her usual social groups for a while, and people began to really hate Junior for his arrogance and lack of accountability. He was never quite removed from his parents’ inheritance, but he was slowly phased out of their public image in the hopes of saving face. Perhaps most offensive to Nathan Jr’s sensibilities was how his father had explicitly disinherited him from future ownership of Archgate Films, the company Nathan Jr himself had proposed the idea of starting in the first place. Hence why Wilson drifts in and out of the studio under a pseudonym.

He’s also now got a speeding vehicle phobia; if the man does drive himself places, he insists on going, like, ten below the speed limit.

The Ink Demon/Bendy

Due to most of his experiences with physical contact involving him either getting attacked or tortured or him doing the same to others, he tends to interpret his own feelings of loneliness through a lens of bloodthirst. As in, he tends to think along the lines of “Oh, I don’t need a hug, I just need to kill something!” It doesn’t really help.

Similarly, he tends to be rather skittish towards most forms of physical affection, especially the kind that involve some sense of restricting movement (big example: hugs).

If he does experience romantic or sexual attraction, he’d only do so after having established that person in his mind as... well, a person, rather than a threat or a prey item. They’d have to be demonstrably intelligent, rather than yet another lunatic wandering aimlessly about the studio, they’d have to be strong and/or smart enough to challenge him, and they’d have to demonstrate compassion towards him, even if they knew who he was.

Sammy was kind of like a toxic parent to Bendy back in the early days, given that Sammy was the only person really paying him anything close to “positive” attention way back when. It was Sammy’s influence that gave the Ink Demon his sort of need to play the part of a dark overlord over the Cycle, as well as getting him far too accustomed to killing and eating people at a tender mental age (he was like a feral toddler in DCTL). Hence why the Ink Demon does not like Sammy; even if he doesn’t totally recognize Sammy as the cause for a lot of his personal problems, he does see Sammy as overbearing and generally unpleasant to be around (especially since I don’t think Bendy can actually control how others turn out from the ink, so Sammy’s pleas are to someone who’s as helpless as he is).

Here’s kinda how I think the Dark Puddles work: it’s kind of its own entity, with its own mysterious motivations beyond the Ink Demon’s scope of influence. A mysterious magical benefactor that may or may not predate the Ink Machine itself. Whatever the case, the Dark Puddles seem most interested in keeping the Cycle flowing, like the circulation of blood through a beating heart. But, of course, fresh blood has to be added to keep things going smoothly, and the Dark Puddles bestow gifts to those who offer it something new, whether it’s having enough sanity to try something different each rotation or being able to bring in external influences. However, it doesn’t like Wilson, because he is not there to replenish the Cycle, but to stop it completely and turn it into something it isn’t; he intends on usurping the Dark Puddles for his own pride, rather than creating something great for the sake of it.

#bendy and the dark revival #bendy and the ink machine #audrey batdr #batdr spoilers #batdr ink demon #batdr wilson #headcanons

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quordleona03 · 2 years ago

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"family values" ive never seen House but I know enough about it that I am VERY curious about a MASH crossover with it -Queen

Okay @thebreakfastgenie also asked about this one, so let's start with this.

I worked out to my own satisfaction (if no one else's) that Hawkeye Pierce was born in 1922 and he had his 28th birthday in Korea. Francis Mulcahy was born in 1919. The first series of House MD is 2004 - which made it just possible that Hawkeye and Mulcahy, who are in my headcanon still living in New York City, could have encountered Doctor Gregory House - Princeton-Plainsboro is not that far away from New York. And the thought of Hawkeye and House clashing head-on was actually irresistible to me. And still is. I just had to figure out why and how. (I came up with some kind of random idea about getting them to meet due to Francis Mulcahy working for a charity that provides medical care to homeless people and James Wilson having a homeless schizophrenic brother, but it never went anywhere, and the bits I did write are one of the formally Abandoned And Discontinued works I've posted on AO3. To be clear, that House MD/MASH crossover is dead in the water; it has no connection with this one.) In this crossover, it's Cuddy who's met Doctor B. F. Pierce, and of course Lisa Cuddy remembers him:

Cuddy knew him when she saw him, though it had been twenty years. His hair was completely white and his face more deeply lined. He was walking around the anteroom to her office, back and forth, briskly, the cup of coffee her PA had evidently made for him sitting on the low table beside the visitor’s sofa, untouched. His face looked grim.

He stopped when he saw her, and his face changed. “Doctor Cuddy.” He came towards her, hand out, speaking with energy. He was smiling.

“Doctor Pierce.” Cuddy couldn’t tell if he’d recognised her. “It’s good to meet you again.”

Hawkeye and Mulcahy are in New Jersey - day trip from New York - and Francis is meeting one of the many sons of his many brothers for coffee at 11. Hawkeye, who cannot stand this particular nephew, has picked someplace else to be and is meeting up with Francis for lunch at noon - except -

“I’ve lost track of a friend, and I hoped you could help me find him.”

“What?” Cuddy said. She was disconcerted. “You think he’s on the staff here?”

“Oh, no,” Pierce said. “We drove through from New York this morning. Then he had an appointment to meet someone – and so did I – and we were meant to meet up again at noon. He didn’t show, he hasn’t answered his phone, I’m worried he may be in trouble – he’s got a pacemaker, fitted a couple of years ago, and he didn’t look well this morning. He said he was all right – I thought – Well, Doctor Cuddy, I’m afraid I just wanted your help to locate him.”

“You could ask at reception,” Cuddy said. She was almost amused.

“There are three hospitals in this area with emergency rooms that he might have been taken to,” Pierce said. He smiled: quick, wide, and charming. “I’m sure all it would take is three quick phone calls from you.”

“Please, sit down,” Cuddy said. “Can I have your friend’s name?”

“Francis Mulcahy,” Pierce said.

Meanwhile, in A&E:

“Have you been hospitalised before?” Foreman asked the patient.

The man was definitely conscious. But he didn’t react to the question. His hands were twitching, and his head kept turning, from one side to the other, but not quite as if he were looking. Quite abruptly he said something – or Foreman thought he did: it was a thick grunt, but there seemed to be words in it.

“What did you say, sir?”

The man didn’t grunt again. His right hand raised, awkward and twitchy, once, twice, and dropped to his side. He lifted his head and his head twitched again.

“Has he had symptoms like this before?” Foreman asked the nephew.

“I don’t know,” the man s aid. “He’s – he’s always seemed very capable, he’s very independent. We’ve been trying to persuade him to move here, to be near us – for years. He retired. He was a teacher, but he retired about twenty years ago.”

Fifty years after Sins & Virtues, Francis Mulcahy has just become one of House's Patients of the Week, and Greg House and Hawkeye Pierce are about to meet.

“Doctor Cuddy! Doctor Mandinka wants to do an MRI on a grand mal patient with syphilis, and I need you to tell him it’s a complete waste of time.” “You can’t tell him yourself?” Cuddy asked. She glanced apologetically at Pierce, who was eyeing House and Foreman with an impatient and disapproving look.

“He wouldn’t listen to me,” House said.

Foreman sighed. “I think the patient has a brain tumor,” he said.

“I’m sorry, Doctor Pierce,” Cuddy said.

“Oh, were we interrupting something?” House turned to stare full at Pierce. His face changed: eyes widened, mouth tucked down. His voice changed. “Visiting lecturer?”

When I initially came up with this idea of Mulcahy as PoW and Hawkeye as Concerned Partner, it seemed foolproof. House and Hawkeye having a sarcasm marathon! Hawkeye being infuriated by House and then impressed by him! House making assumptions about Doctor B. F. Pierce and meeting Hawkeye full on and being unwillingly impressed by him! Two wisecracking sarcastic doctors for the price of one Patient of the Week! Except that a House MD story about one of the Patients of the Week is always fundamentally about House and/or one of the ducklings. But all of the plot development I was coming up with, was about Hawkeye, who is running full-on into the facts of the law in the US at the time: Mulcahy has a blood relative, his nephew, standing by and claiming the right to make his medical decisions, and all of the paperwork that gives Hawkeye the right to be Francis's medical decision-maker is valid in New York State, not in New Jersey. When I realised I was in the middle of a complicated scene in which Hawkeye is calling the convent to speak to Maria Angelica ("Kathy! It's Hawkeye. You've got to fax me medical power of attorney for Francis, sister trumps nephew, right? Yes, can we deal with how I'm going to hell ANOTHER TIME, you don't want your idiot nephew Gus making medical decisions for Francis, do you?") I realised that I wasn't writing a House MD story but a long-term-relationship story in which Hawkeye was finding House an irritating but useful background character, I realised I needed somehow to think of some way to make the House MD half of the story more interesting that just the various medical tests and misconceptions that House and the ducklings are going through to figure out what is wrong with Francis Mulcahy. And Mulcahy, sadly, is mostly deathly ill throughout the story. But I still count it as a WIP, because I'd still like to write it.

#Hawkeye Pierce #Greg House #house md #M*A*S*H #house/mash crossover #crossover fanfic #my wips #Hawkeye/Mulcahy #hawkcahy #mash 4077 #life under DOMA #Defense of Marriage Act

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unboundtravels · 10 months ago

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Hey gang, back from the dead for a bit to share some recent headcanons I've been thinking up regarding the three new Doctors I've been working on. I'm waiting for commission art to get back before I officially add them, but for the newbies— Bumble, Purple, and Sleepy are the new Doctors who are arriving on their way. My ninth, tenth, and eleventh Doctors. I do have a twelfth Doctor, but he'll probably stay private for a pretty long time until I feel confident enough to bring him over. For now, my last three have been on my mind a lot.

Under the cut is a TON of headcanons regarding their characterization, as well as the commission details I have AT THE MOMENT. Final designs are on their way.

Bumble

Rascal incarnate. Comes directly after Pink, and I think some of those colors bled into her mind. Living life in the most cunty way possible. Disrespectful, punkish in nature, and absolutely bonkers. Out of these three, she's medium-sized. I like to imagine she's retreading One in some ways, maybe wearing a waistcoat & tie with a dress shirt, but then there are some jeans and chains here and there— fingerless gloves and boots. She's like a college professor and a punk-rock biker girl all in one. Wears those round sunglasses with bright red lenses when it's sunny out. I also think she's a pansexual nightmare. She wants to do crime and kiss pretty people, as well as spend most of her life driving with the top down. I think she realizes she might be approaching the end of her regeneration cycle, and is kind of going through it.

The Darkest Incarnation? Maybe. I think she's definitely up there. She's a little bit unhinged. Pink as an incarnation was very much pragmatic in his approach to violence. If he had to kill someone in order to defend himself or to protect his friends, he would. He's a Doctor fit for a harsh universe, but wasn't absent of that kindness that made The Doctor has as their core personality component. Bumble, following that mindset, and adding in that twinge of extra charisma— is someone who (when faced with the trolley problem) could absolutely justify trading one person for a hundred. She's more of a game player, I think. She plays mental chess with her enemies, lulling them into a false sense of security before pulling the rug out from under them. That doesn't mean she won't give them the option of surrender— she just doesn't offer it as much as any other incarnation would. She's a "no second chances" kind of Doctor, but doesn't actively preach toward someone about considering mercy if she knows they won't take it. "Two truths one lie I'll start— I have killed, I'll kill again, and It burns when I pee." energy.

Tired of being nice: Bumble is probably the most chaotic incarnation in my about. I think even Looney would struggle to keep up with the amount of energy she has and how generally unpredictable she is. She seems to lack a certain noteable amount of sympathy that other incarnations would have. The energy levels of Looney mixed with the general cold/bitterness of Goth. While Goth on his own was mourning his people, and had a heart of gold underneath all that rage— Bumble seems to be generally disinterested in being polite, nice and seems to lack a certain social awareness that other Doctors have on at least a basic level. I think she has a very party-girl lifestyle. She still helps out where she can, but she really does it from an "Oh, you're interrupting my good time" mindset. She would rather go to a club and get involved in someone's night then patrol the universe as a do-gooder. She really is a very morally grey incarnation.

Purple

The Comeback King: If Bumble following Pink was a challenging adjustment for the universe (and others) then Purple following Bumble is perceived at least as a bit of fresh air. I have no idea what kind of arc Bumble would go through throughout her life that would help her remember the fundementals of being The Doctor and doing what's right because you want too as opposed to doing good things because you have too. However, I think Purple does a sort of comeback tour. He definitely cares more about people then Bumble does, and definitely has an overall greater compassion for things and life in general.

Disorganized Twink: That being said, I think he's high strung. I think his TARDIS is littered with maps and charts and things. Mostly like books and stuff that help him figure out where he'd like to go. I definitely think that he gets involved in situations where The TARDIS doesn't land exactly where he wants it too (probably BECAUSE of his piloting, which is probably more jank and disorganized) and he gets involved in a situation, solves that situation, and then quickly gets on the move to try and see if he can get to where he was going— rinse and repeat. He has a TON of White Rabbit from Wonderland energy in the sense that he's checking his wrist watch a lot because he's late for something on another planet even though he has a time machine. He's also the tallest out of these three and has the most snatched waist.

Worse then your aunt but better then yer mum: Just like any Doctor— Purple is a lot to deal with. He's highly energetic and asks a lot of personal questions (just because he wants to help, though.) He lacks certain social graces, blurting out things before he speaks. He's easily distracted, can't keep his head on straight, and definitely is wound too tightly. That being said, he really just wants to be a good person, have a good time, and genuinely is just a good guy to be around. He's based on Matt Smith's Doctor, so there's a lot of those elements reflected here in Purple. He's serious and deadly when the moment calls for it, but chooses to maintain a sort of disorganized lifestyle because he feels like it works well for what he has going on. Life moves fast, and so does this Doctor. He has stay-at-home mom energy, sometimes. "Oh no they love orange juice but they been bad" tiktok energy, if you know what I mean.

Sleepy.

You're a devious man, Columbo: I'm NOT even gonna hide it. Sleepy is 100% based on Columbo. He is the SMALLEST Doctor on my roster, based heavily on the smaller columbo twitter account. While I haven't decided exactly WHAT his height is, part of me is thinking about making him a four foot short king. That being said, he does share a few elements with Columbo, but isn't like. A direct copy / paste. I think he's very laid back. He's got a sharp tongue and a quick wit, but most of what makes The Sleepy Doctor unique is his approach to his day-to-day adventures. He really is not the running about doing crazy things Doctor. He's very much a handles things very quickly and casually. He CAN be challenged, but I feel like he's the most difficult Doctor to combat— because he's so focused at absolutely all times that he probably has everything mapped out in his head. He's hyper observant and hyper vigilant, but he DOESN'T present that way.

Just a sleepy little guy: Which BRINGS ME to this point. The Sleepy Doctor is EXACTLY that. Sleepy. He's just this really sort of. Low energy incarnation. I think he realizes that his next incarnation is the last body. That means that no matter how Sleepy acts, or what he does— at the end of the day, it's up to the LAST GUY to figure out exactly what they need to do in order to either get the rest The Doctor deserves, or continue persevering. So The Sleepy Doctor is sort of committed to a low energy low activity lifestyle. This doesn't mean he actively ignores the danger in the universe and doesn't help out— he's very capable of that and often still does adventure. It's more of just the fact that the universe is in a state (thanks mostly to the combined efforts of the post time war Doctor's including Goth, Looney, Pink, and Bumble IG, and Purple as well) that he can sort of just RELAX. So he DOES. He's like a big ole sleepy cat— He's also just GENERALLY really friendly. He's laid back, and is probably the most domestic-fueled Doctor. He wants a life, wants to retire. He'll live in that era before the next guy has to start setting up things for finality. "I'm rechargin', so the next guy has a big ole battery."

GOJO ON MAIN? That being said, I don't think you wanna fuck with Sleepy. I think he's potientially the most dangerous Doctor. Super experienced, has a massive collection of artifacts he can use to trap his enemies or disable them entirely— and has a very, very powerful memory. Sleepy's Memory is EXTREMELY percise, to the point of basically being an incarnation-exclusive trait. He remembers exactly everything he needs to about an enemy, but plays it off like he doesn't. Nobody takes him seriously, but I cite Gojo Satoru as an example of Sleepy's characterization in ONLY the most basic sense in which: Visually, his eyes are closed almost ALL the time. However, when they're open, that means you've fucked with him to such a degree that you're being banished to the shadow realm, basically.

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