#this started with a simple headcanon

[day-azevir]

Grian was human. Kind of in the same way that Etho was human. Or Wels was human. Or False was human. Was. As in past tense with the implication that something had been lost.

And if you were to look at him now, you would never believe it. Grian? With the ever-changing wings and too-sharp teeth? With feathers and scales and the eyes of an apex predator? How could a being like that ever have been human? It's quite simple, really.

Some thousand years ago, a deal was struck between the Queen of the Forest and a desperate mother. You see, there was a prophesy in the kingdom of a war between brothers - how one would embody light and the other dark, and how they would kill one another. The mothers first child had already been recognized as the warrior of light, and she couldn't bear to watch the King's Guard slaughter her second son. The child bore no name as she handed him to the Queen under the promise that the fae would keep her child safe.

This caught the Queen by surprise - usually they were the ones spiriting children off into the night. Instead, she was being given one as a gift? Something of the sort. And so the Queen gave the child a title; 'of the Forests Fae'. Names did have power, after all - and so by designating the child as one of her own, his soul would abide by their rules, age as a fae and wield their power to an extent.

Over time, the Queen grew fond of the not-quite-human child and bestowed upon him a name: Grian. For he smiled so brightly and carried with him the warmth of the sun.

And it was like that for quite some time. Grian living amongst the fae and the forest's inhabitants - even meeting Pearl, who would accompany him on later adventures and become a hermit herself far into the future. They would venture further and further out of the woods each time, observing mortals and life outside of the forest. Eventually the Queen gave them permission to leave - explore as far as their hearts desired - under the promise the two would keep each other safe. The two agreed, and stayed by each others side. Until Evo, of course.

The Watchers aren't angels, per-say, but they're not not angels either? You see, the god they served has been missing for a long time, and without someone to direct their energy, they've gotten a little bored. That's not to say they aren't still looking for their god, but when enlisting help they have potential candidates partake in trials that may seem random to an outsider, but are quite logical to them.

Evo was one of these trials, and most of the participants weren't even aware of what the end-goal prize would be.

Grian still isn't sure how he won, but he knew for sure he did when he stepped through the Watchers Portal and ended up among the stars instead of by his friends side. The Watchers that oversaw Evo wove eyes and magic into Grians soul, granting him their powers, but more-so granting him the responsibility of finding a lost god.

It would be centuries before he met Mumbo, and a few years after that before being invited to Hermitcraft, but that's a story for another time.

[kev-noah]

Kevin met Noah in the PSU library.

Kevin had been frequenting the library only for some time now. He was in the history section as usual, searching for some new reads in the bookshelves. He couldn't choose between two books when Noah walked passed the shelves and spoke up, suggesting him to pick the first one. Kevin turned around to look at him with a scowl on his face and raised a brow, as if asking why he would do that on his saying. Noah instead of getting offended, as people usually did when they noticed Kevin Day wasn't all sunshines and rainbows, chuckled and told him that he had chosen this book for an assignment, and that it was a really good book. Kevin decided to give it a try; he had been stuck on which one to pick for too long already. He put the other book back and sat down at his usual spot. However he wasn't expecting Noah to take a seat opposite him.

"What?" He couldn't help but ask irritated.

Noah, a smile still present on his face, replied, "Oh I have been sitting here to prepare my assignments since I started studying at PSU, it's such a good secluded spot, I'm sure that's why you're here as well. I promise not to disturb you. I'm Noah by the way, Noah Idris. You are?"

Kevin couldn't tell if he was just politely asking for his name for small talk or playing oblivious. He found himself not caring for now. Kevin could just leave if Noah turned out to not keep his word and began pestering him; though he really had enjoyed spending time at this place.

Kevin noticed that Noah hadn't extended a hand, so he simply replied, "Kevin."

"It's nice to meet you, Kevin."

[TBC]

[sky-neverending]

Eddie doesn't like crying in front of other people. He never has. He's fine with other people crying in front of him. He thinks it's good to get your emotions out around someone you trust.

But he just can't do it. He's not used to talking about his feelings in front of other people, not without getting shut down or berated. It had been like that all his life, engrained in him by his father at an early age. Crying made him weak. Crying in front of others made him weaker.

And as much as he knew that wasn't true at all, it was something that he couldn't shake. It was stuck in him, buried under years and years of repressed emotions and hidden trauma.

So, when he's at Steves one night and there's a loud *bang* from outside, he doesn't know what to do. They both freeze up, stuck like deer in headlights. The bang is followed by the shouts of what sounds like college boys. They aren't angry shouts, or scared shouts. If anything, they're amused shouts.

Steve unfreezes, taking a breath. "Probably just some kids messing around on their weekend off," he says, and yeah, it makes sense. But it brings Eddie right back to that night, to Chrissy. Brings him back to Jason and his crew. Brings him back to the moment he nearly died.

And he can't take it.

He breaks. The tears start before he can even comprehend what's happening, and he's on his knees, hands curled in his hair, and everything is too loud and too bright and too much.

"Eddie?" Steve asks, and it breaks him from his spiral. He springs up and toward the direction of the door, blurred vision stopping him from getting far. Steve calls out again, this time closer in proximity. "Eddie? Eddie, please listen to me." He says something else, but Eddie doesn't listen. All he can hear are screams in his head. His own, his fathers, Chrissy's, Jasons, his fathers again.

He collapses. Steve catches him just in time, pulling him close. "Eddie, I need you to breath," he says. Eddie tries. It doesn't work. Steve is watching him break down and there's nothing he can do about it because at this point, he's numb, body stuck to the ground, limbs frozen.

There's a hand in his hair, stroking it lightly. That's the first thing he feels besides the overwhelming sense of panic. It isn't his own. It's Steves. Steve is stroking his hair. "You're going to be okay," he whispers. Eddie almost believes it.

Steve holds onto him tighter. Whispers more encouragements into his ear. Runs his fingers up and down Eddie's back, applying just enough pressure that it starts to break Eddie whatever state he had fallen into.

"You're okay," Steve says. "Everything is okay."

Eddie finally speaks. "I'm sorry," he says, and the tears keep going, soaking his collar and Steve's sleeves.

"No." Steve says. "No. You don't have anything to be sorry for."

"Oh," is all Eddie says in response. He takes a risk, burying him head into Steve's shoulder.

Steve lets him.

"Deep breaths," he says. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

Eddie believes him. And he lets himself cry.

[ne-nene-ne]

Imagine being Nagi’s crush and Reo getting jealous, unsure whether it's because you're taking Nagi's attention or because he also likes you

seishiro nagi × fem!reader × reo mikage

- nagi is the primary love interest while reo has a one-sided crush on you (mostly from his pov too)

- includes a smidge of angst I'd say, (well actually not just a smidge teehee)

When Nagi was developing a crush on you, Reo was the first to notice. You were classmates, and you caught Nagi’s attention by playing the same mobile video game he did.

As Nagi was walking through the school yard with Reo, his ears perked up when he heard the familiar sounds of attacking noises and fanfare from his beloved game. Following the source of the sound, he found you, sitting on the bench and indeed playing the same video game that he did. You seemed so happy in your own little world that he didn't want to bother you. Instead, he would often peek behind your shoulder at a distance to see your progress. Your gaming tactics interested him.

Reo found the whole thing amusing at first. He elbowed Nagi lightly, "Why not just approach her and ask her about it instead of watching her like a creep?" Reo wouldn’t have encouraged him if he knew how this would eventually play out.

Nagi took his advice and approached you during those rare moments when you were having difficulty defeating a boss. You were incredibly concentrated on your phone screen, with your brows furrowed and teeth subtly biting your lower lip. It was an unusual sight to see that he finally felt the need to step in.

"Use that spell and use that attack at the same time, he'll be much easier to defeat", he says, earning a startled reaction from you as the silver-haired boy seemed to appear out of nowhere. Yet, you do as he says and end up finishing off the boss with ease.

You say your thanks, introduce yourselves, and segway into talking more about the game (and also exchange player ID's). The two of you began talking to each other more often.

This would be the beginning of Reo's 'dislike' for you.

Reo's irritation would increase when Nagi noticeably had you on his mind constantly.

Even with Reo next to him, Nagi's mind would still wander off to you. “I wonder if she’s online…”, he'd mutter and frequently check his phone, hoping that your active status would be green. The fact that Nagi would check nearly every 2 minutes particularly pissed him off.

In class, Nagi would come over to your desk, pull up a chair, whip his phone out, and you two would play the video game together. Poor Reo would be off to the side, sulking while his eyes were drilling holes into you. He'd be muttering to himself.

So what if you liked the same game as Nagi? What made you so special? Was it the way you'd sweetly smile at him whenever you saw him coming? Or was it the way your eyes lit up whenever he gave you a helpful tip to win? And that soft laugh whenever you thought he was being a bit silly. How annoying… Your blatant 'flirting' was irritating the hell out of him.

Reo was cut off from his thoughts when you suddenly called his name, beckoning him to come over with that same sweet smile of yours. And for a reason he couldn't comprehend, it made his heart beat a little bit quicker. What did you possibly want from him? He swallowed thickly as he approached you two. Turns out you wanted to learn how he and Nagi got into soccer as you noticed them practicing on the field after school.

'Is this your attempt to be nice? How dare you try to act so considerate when you're the root of the problem. I don't need your pity', Reo would think. Yet, he found himself answering all of your questions so willingly. Your eyes, brimming with genuine curiosity, were getting to him as he spoke that he ended up inviting you to watch their practice without thinking. Of course, you said yes.

Before he could come up with something to change your mind, the teacher came in and began class. He mentally punched himself. What was he doing? You were the enemy and he invited you to spend more time with them. But those eyes– It was those bright eyes that gazed at him while he spoke of his passions that got him carried away. He wanted more of it. You found his weak spot and he hated it.

And so you'd show up to their practices to watch them play. The moment both boys saw your figure waving at them, they'd instinctively try to show off. For Nagi, he hadn't realized it himself until he thought it odd that he wanted to put in a little more effort that day. (but that was just the effect you had on him). And for Reo, well, he just reasoned that if anyone at all was watching him, there's no doubt he'd want to look great.

But halfway through practice, he questioned himself. What was the use? You were looking at Nagi most of the time and not him anyway.

You had gained more of their affection when you brought them their favorite drinks and snacks once practice was over. Nagi would definitely eat most of the snacks you brought while you and Reo had to scold him to not eat either of yours. A muffled, "Thanks for the snacks, y/n" would come out of Nagi's mouth, now full of chips, and Reo would mutter a small "...thanks" (If you tell him to speak up or that you couldn't hear him, you'd get a rise out of him for sure, hehe)

And this would sorta be your routine with them. You would watch and wait for them to be done with practice and you three would hang out together afterwards.

Rather, in Reo's pov, it was more like you and Nagi hanging out while he was basically just third-wheeling, no matter how much you attempted to include him in your conversations with Nagi.

The interactions you two had were just different. The looks, smiles, and light touches that you'd give to Nagi weren’t the same ones you'd give to him. It was frustrating that what he wanted was right there but he could never have it.

And so maybe he could finally admit to himself that he's just jealous– Jealous that you were stealing both his best friend and his heart.

[tsub1t]

what is bro yapping about 😂😂😂

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[steddie-there]

Eddie has a lot of nicknames for Steve - Stevie, sweetheart, big boy, baby, darlin', it seems like he adds new ones every week - and Steve adores every single one. The way Eddie beams when he says "Stevie." How he winks when he calls him "darlin'." The once over he gives Steve as he tacks on a "big boy" to whatever it is he just said that Steve can't properly process now because all he can do is stare at Eddie's lips.

But Steve's favorite?

It's the day his parents call to say they aren't coming back to Hawkins. That the house in the Hamptons is just so much more comfortable for the two of them. That they don't care what he does with the other house, the house he grew up in, the house he still lives in, as long as they don't have to deal with it. He doesn't even hear the flimsy excuses they give for leaving him behind because all it sounds like to Steve is "whatever you do, just don't bother us anymore."

He wants to scream, to smash something, to tear the entire house to pieces when he hangs up the phone. But what he does instead is lay on his bed, his arms wrapped around his knees, staring at the wallpaper he wishes he could set on fire.

Which is how Eddie finds him an hour later when he comes over for their weekly movie night.

"Stevie?" he calls, coming up the stairs, worry in his voice. Steve can hear him pause in the doorway before he comes over to the bed. Feels the mattress dip as Eddie sits next to him.

"Hey, sunshine," he says and Steve hasn't heard that one before but it doesn't really matter at the moment.

"Not feeling particularly sunny right now, Eds," he scoffs. Or tries, since his voice is a lot wobblier than he wants it to be.

Eddie doesn't say anything, just lays a gentle hand on Steve's shoulder, tugs a little to get Steve to turn toward him. He resists for half a second, but he also can't deny Eddie anything, even now, so he rolls to face him.

"Storm clouds, thunder, rain, doesn't really matter, you're still my sunshine," Eddie murmurs with a soft smile, pushing Steve's hair back from his face.

And Steve can't help it then, can't stop the sob that tears from his chest as he curls against Eddie. Eddie, who doesn't even know what happened yet, doesn't know why Steve is sobbing into his shoulder, doesn't know that Steve isn't wanted, but who wraps him up in his arms and hangs on tight anyway.

He's humming something as he rubs a hand up and down Steve's back, the vibrations rumbling into Steve's chest and its soothing and soon Steve's sobs are hiccuping breaths. Eddie doesn't let go though, doesn't move away, and now he's softly singing into Steve's ear and Steve almost wants to laugh because of course that's what he's singing. Of course he is.

But Steve doesn't laugh because it's perfect actually and so he just tucks his face against Eddie's neck and listens and breathes and decides it doesn't matter if his parents don't want him because Eddie does. Because with every note Eddie is telling him he makes him happy, that he loves him, that he doesn't ever want to lose him.

And Steve is finally able to lean back just a little, tell Eddie what happened. Sees the storm clouds roll over Eddie's face on his behalf, knows he really does mean it when he tells Steve he'll help him burn down that house in the Hamptons if he wants. Presses their foreheads together with a shaky laugh as he tells Eddie its okay, he's okay, he's going to be okay.

Eddie sighs, softly kisses his cheek. "What can I do to help?"

"Stay?" Steve asks, "Just stay with me?"

And Eddie is nodding, shifting so he can lay down and tuck Steve tight against him. They're quiet now and Steve listens to the beat of Eddie's heart, feels it pulse against the hand he has splayed across Eddie's chest. Tentatively asks, "Could you maybe keep singing? Until -"

Until what? Until he falls asleep? Until it doesn't hurt anymore? Until he really believes what Eddie was singing?

But it doesn't matter because Eddie just starts humming right where he left off and Steve falls asleep to words he can feel in the vibrations of Eddie's voice under his ear and the soothing fingertips moving up and down his arm.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

So, yeah, sunshine is definitely Steve's favorite nickname.

You make me happy when skies are gray.

Because when he has a rotten day - he has to deal with a terrible customer or the teens are being particularly bratty or the whine of the dying vcr at work rewinding a tape sounded a little too much like a horde of demon bats shrieking across the sky -

You'll never know dear how much I love you.

Eddie takes one look at him and gives him that certain soft smile. "C'mere, sunshine," he says, laying down on the couch and pulling Steve on top of him, running gentle fingers through his hair. And he quietly sings until Steve's shoulders relax and his breath evens out and there is no place else in the world he would rather be.

Please don't take my sunshine away.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

set out to create a serious, canonesque drawing with which to say "feel free to go in my lackadaisy tag and help me mystery speculate" but only got going when i made it bowling and the rarepair agenda

[ccaptain]

tl;dr: H:SR Kaeya doesn't like overly-complex, conflicting & impulsive human behavior as it goes against his simple & logical nature as a being. He's bound to never overcome this obstacle, with all the conflicting emotions it comes with.

The biggest obstacle in passing off as fully human, for a being of the Enigmata, is the complexity of human behavior.

When normally something layered and difficult to understand would fascinate them and keep them engaged, this particular instance goes against their nature: beings have been created to deal with anything in their existance with logic and tranquility, picking the best path to avoid any complications arising during the problem-solving process. I have also explained in another headcanon that beings aren't made to feel extreme emotions in stressful situations with all the implications of the case, so complex emotions are something they try to avoid at all cost.

Kaeya, Emanator and Enigma, is not an exception.

From what he has extrapolated during the millennias of his life on multiple planets:

- Humans would love to live peaceful lives devoid of problems; however, when confronted with a problem that has a rather simple solution, most of them will bemoan and lament about it without attempting to solve it at the roots. This will lead to the completely solvable problem evolving into something bigger and more complex to dispose of, leading to more despair from their part. He has learned that this behavior is called self-sabotaging; - Most humans love to settle in a peaceful lifestyles, but this also bores them, thus leading them to fall out of the latter. Consequences also seems to be something deeply hated by humans, yet the logic of ''if I do X, then Y will happen to me'' never seems to appear in their mind. Human behavior is impulsive in the worst ways, this is what he wrote down in his notebook; - Most of them also have a passion for overcomplicating feelings and situations, leading to stress and miscommunication that seems to be unwanted, yet the behavior seems to prosper. He supposes that this also is in the realm of self-sabotating. The mental gymnastic to avoid saying explicit things is impressive even to a being that speaks in riddles;

Kaeya is terrifyingly good at observing and analyzing things, able to understand the feelings underneath and gently coax the Truth out, eventually and with time. However, when people observe him back and deduce that he's attracted to complex thing, they may make the mistake of thinking that this includes complex people into it. That their behavior may be fascinating to him just as objects are.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

In his bonds, Kaeya likes simple things, loves when actions explicitely underline care and affection, if there's some, showing that while his partner may be conflicted, they do feel something for him. He likes to use and receive words of affirmation, often uncomfortably truthful, when situations get too ambiguous for his likings, taking the matter in his own hands rather than leave the other spluttering around for words.

The complexity of the human being may be fascinating for some, but Kaeya has grown to be uncomfortable around too much of it.

It reminds him that there's a very physical wall between him and a normal human that he'll never manage to climb or burst down, because his methods and actions are simple, compared to the other person's methods, and he keeps seeking simplicity. He cannot evolve on that front, because simple is what he was made into.

Simple is how he always operates, and how he'll always operate, regardless of how human he'd like to be. He can understand the reasoning (boredom, self-sabotaging urges, etc.) behind imploding one's life, but the appeal is lost to him. If it was him, he'd much rather communicate that he needs a change of scenery and pace to the people in his life that matter. There are consequences to every actions that cannot be escaped forever, so he'd rather be forward instead of being dragged along and straight into an unpredictable obstacle because he gave in to his impulses. Not that he doesn't give in, sometimes, but most of his impulsive actions involve only himself, and not others. The consequences of his actions fall on him and only on him, as it should be.

In his close bonds, however, he feels safer than trying to observe confusing behavior from afar: he's confident that if he speaks up to the person about getting uncomfortable with the mixed signals they're giving him, said person will possibly understand his plight in wanting them to be a bit more forward, and will find a middle ground to avoid pushing him away alltogether. For him, it's this simple, and it should always feel like it'll be this simple.

While sarcasm, irony and the likes don't escape him as often (he has learned to read into the tone of voice), people's impulsivity and strong tendence at being unpredictable. Every time he's met with it, he feels the other person dragging him right into the obstacle.

The wall is said obstacle, and the other person is pulling him into it face-first, doing more damage than good- he can't read that language, and he can't be forced to, because his mind operates differently. He'll crash into the bricks head first.

It'll always operate differently. He'll always crash into it without a proper way to destroy the wall not because he lacks the tools to- but because the difficulty of depth and contrasting, fickle behaviors, if overdone, make him feel negative emotions. It's in here for protection, too.

[throughtrialbyfire]

thinking about dragons and their impact on the surroundings of their lairs, especially in places or seasons that conflict with their elements. fire dragons in snowy climates, frost dragons in hot climates, things like that.

for example, perhaps word gets around in a small community, too far from their walled city to have the protection they need, as to what paths to take up the snowy mountains so as not to fall into the clutches of one of these risen beasts. perhaps even the signs that one is close to a lair. what to watch out for. behavior changes in animals, or even changes in the types of flora growing up the paths. not even the sabre cats, brave, hardy beasts of the wild, will venture that far north up that stretch of road, not for prey, not for anything.

perhaps a traveler stops by at this small community's inn, for work or for trade or just for a night's rest. asks the innkeeper for work. the innkeeper, half-pleading, hands over a piece of parchment. "the jarl's men dropped this by today, maybe you can look into it."

but it's not from the jarl's men. it's nowhere near the plumed, neat calligraphy of anyone in the hold's court. the traveler can see it, plain as day, this is a town's desperate cry for help. maybe their children have thought themselves fit to fight a dragon. maybe they never came home. livestock taken here and there, or soldiers wandered off for the city never to be seen because they missed the crucial signs of a dragon's lair.

whatever the case, the traveler rests for the night. by morning, the plan is made, to see this dragon and where it resides with their own eyes.

the town is collectively holding its breath. some had chided the innkeeper for dragging an outsider into their mess. some had praised the innkeeper. whatever the case, a town is waiting to see if this person, too, joins the piles of bones.

at first, the incline up the pathway isn't so bad. the traveler finds their footing. the snow makes things difficult, and when it starts to come down in sheets, the way ahead is hard to see. but after ducking into a cave and starting a small campfire, waiting, the snow passes, and the journey begins again.

there's nothing out of the ordinary at first, to the point the traveler thinks it was all a joke to play on some adventure-craving stranger. but then, they notice with furrowed brow, the wildlife has become less and less. where once was cavebears and frost trolls, things the traveler took down with ease nowadays, there's the occasional deer. a frost rabbit. nothing much larger, it seems. and the snow is getting thinner, softer, and the traveler curses to themself on how they should have worn sturdier boots for the slush they begin to traverse through.

the snow turns into mud, and where the air once felt clear, there's a pervading sense of smoke, something off in the distance and indescribable. not quite like flesh burning, not quite like wood. the plants, too, seem to have noticed. the tops of trees, after a certain height, are shorn off as though something massive scraped its heel along their grand heights. the traveler looks up, but all they see are the trees, the bare sky, the dark closing in.

the path twists in odd angles, but now there's bones along its length. deer, wolves, a cave bear skull or two. fresh ones, dead ones, an intoxicating smell of decay. the traveler tenses. pushes a hand over their nose. keeps going, despite the smell, the oily scraps still there along the ridge of a frost troll's spine.

the snow is all but gone now. in its place, thick grasses. odd, the traveler thinks, how this deep in winter and this high up the mountain, it's as though it were spring. the grasses scratch their mud-caked boots and pull the traveler up the further incline, beckoning the curiosity that burns deeper into them. the bones have become a common sight. some are even of men. and the stench of fire has become more evident than before.

at the final stretch of road, the traveler takes in their surroundings. what was once frost, ice, and wild, is now silent beyond anything they have ever experienced. all animals, as though warned by kynareth herself, have fled this mountain. there's a stench of rot along the plants, as though the heat is decaying their leaves, and the traveler has to take a moment to remove their thick outer garments to stop the heat from taking them, too.

at last, they find the dragon.

perched atop a wall in scrawled script no one alive could surely know, sleeping among its collection of bones, the sky stinks of sulfur and fire. the ground is cracked, mangled by the sudden disappearance of all moisture. the trees have gone from lush, vital evergreens to scorched husks, dark shadows, stark and sharp against one another. no insects squirm. no birds fly.

there is only the fire dragon, and a traveler who thinks themself brave enough to face it.

[department-of-landing-strategies]

Percy Weasley HC

After the war, Marcus insisted that Percy move into a relatively big house with him, Oliver, Audrey, and Penny. When I say big house, I usually imagine between orphange and Burrow (tbh the Burrow itself is kind of big) but a few extra rooms big. Due to Percy being a parental and/or sibling figure to a lot of people, it usually isn't just the five of them even if you ignore the existence of Percy's canon kids. Most of the time, other people are over, it's his neices and nephews due to him having favourite uncle status. However they have been times where it's been kids in Harry's or Ginny's year that looked up to Percy that have dropped by or one of his siblings' spouses have dropped by after an argument with his siblings.

[stvharrngton]

Imagining riding Steve’s chest…why am I into it? His coarse roughened little tufts of hair nudging into your clit and making you jolt and buck against him even more. Jesus help me. 😵‍💫😩

anon i cannot get this out of my mind

ughsgshs and imagine him gripping your hips so tightly as he pulls you back and forth over his chest hard and fast bc he knows the sensation of his rough chest hair against your clit drives you wild and he just wants to see you make a mess all over his chest and he spanks you every now and then and you’re just a mess above him moaning and whining his name over and over SIGH

[lohstandfound]

what's wrong with the existing ship names why do we need new ones

[monkee-mobile]

Do you think Davybaby ever regressed before meeting/joining the Monkees? Either in England or after moving to America

And if so how do you think he dealt with it?

I feel like he did but to a different level. he probably never really OFFICIALLY regressed and was really of seen as a little one during it until he came to the states, but when he was particularly stressed out while still in england he’d often go into a kind of weak state if his defenses were really down, he just didn’t process it through really regressing like he would later on. in england, he’d try his absolute hardest not to have that happen. he’d just feel really small and vulnerable and had no one there to protect him or help him through it except his sisters, but they didn’t jump right to babying him, they’d more just help him through the panic attack part of it all. usually he’d just lock himself in his room if he couldn’t brave through it and curl in on himself and sob until he fell asleep (poor thing). he’d often start sucking his thumb, but he just took that as a “weak” behavior that was just coming back from his childhood. He’d also often go pretty nonverbal for a while afterwards but he’d push through it all and move on (which definitely wasn’t the best for him, but it got him through that time. poor little guy didn’t face his own emotions at all). this kind of shutdown didn’t happen all that often cause davy worked hard to build a tough shell and braved it through all the way to when he moved to america and got out of the pressures of his family.

the move really did break him down because suddenly he was alone in a strange country so when the boys first met him he was definitely flighty and not the suave kind of guy he got to be once he became more comfortable, but they were all new to each other so davy didn’t really have a chance to feel super safe to just let himself feel things so he kept up the hard exterior he had built at first. but of course the monkees became very comfortable with each other and basically climb all over each other at all moments so davy started going “feral toddler mode” a lot where he would just go all silly and giggly and playful, so his comfort came through in a relatively childlike way, but he didn’t panic regress until a while after the guys were a group.

but eventually it happens and davy breaks down really hard at some point. it’s the boys who really start babying him when it happens. in the past he didn’t have anyone to really take care of him but things kind of clicked when he was held and talked to softly and he just sunk into the love that was given to him and it helped him process everything anew.

[italianpersonwithashippersheart]

My hottest fandom trope take:

genderswap 🤝 omegaverse = two fandom universes/tropes that consist of 90% surface level subconciouly gender bias stories that are objectively not that big of deal and not wrong per se but piss me off over how basic and boring they all are.

[stellarhoxy]

idk about you but i saw some tiny influx of ppl say "oh it should be x who's (the wife/bottom/pregnant/etc...) not y " in some ship work around and i wanna say... don't. do this... even if you know OP likes that interchangably, i find it still really rude. when op makes transformative work, there's usually a reason why they made it that way not the other. Just appreciate the creation they've given you, as it stands. In my opinion saying that "oh but x should be bottom" is like saying "oh but i don't like how red this artwork is, can it be blue instead?"I get we each have preferences, but let's be respectful to eachother....

[dairine-bonnet]

Bastila: Don't worry, you won't have to fight agaist Darth Malak, your task is only to help me find Star Maps. I will defeat Darth Malak myself.

Amnesiac Revan: Yourself? I'm sorry, but you couldn't beat Revan without the help of Malak... so technically Malak defeated Revan... And you lose to a mere newcomer like me in 3 out of 5 duels each time. Are you sure you haven't lost the logical links somewhere along the way?