#traumas & accidents

[bunnieswithknives]

AU based off Nature except I kept thinking about it too hard. Dales not a good dad, but its such an easy problem for him to throw money at, and what do you do when a part is damaged? Well, you replace it.

Basically an AU where Dev gets to experience medical trauma and realizes much sooner how much his dad doesn't love him

[ragepups]

grief and pain of being a hero 💧💧💧

[grayintogreen]

“Shauna tries so hard to be a good person but sucks at it” vs “Natalie tries so hard to be an awful person but sucks at it.”

Shauna is fully capable and willing to kill and lie and cheat while maintaining this perfect apple pie illusion of a wholesome life and her family stays by her but even they’re starting to see the cracks in the veneer.

Natalie believes she destroys everything she touches, is constantly on a downward spiral of self-destruction, and hates herself for everything she did and yet she can’t even kill a goldfish on purpose and despite being openly antagonistic to everyone in the wellness center, they all seem to really like her.

FASCINATING dichotomy here.

[sarathrwizard]

Out of the blue...

well that just happened.

Does Leo have triggers now?

Next

[hikarry]

I've got the very weird feeling Nina would be the type of gal pal that would try and convince Crowley to get into Tinder/Grindr and when he does cave, she takes the phone from him and starts swipping right in every single possible person without looking at faces or details or anything, not because she cares and lowkey feels guilty over the whole breakup (she does, but don't let Crowley - much less Maggie - even dream about it), but because she really really wants to see what happens like a social experiment. And because she's chaotic, cmon

Watch the whole of London desperately finally getting to match with the mysterious gothic redhead with the sunglasses and the fancy car that has plagued the city for as long as anyone can remember

[iianian69]

quick drawing i made this morning because i thought. scout would go insane while high. like he would not stfu

[chaosgenasi]

Do you need anything? Do you want anything right now? Can I have some water? I got that.

[sweatandwoe]

After reading some Astarion takes, I can say with full certainty, that I would not trust some of you to not slutshame or insult SA victims for having sex

[vixendoesstuff]

I just thought of something.

So it's basically widely accepted that Smokescreen is from Praxus, right? Even in the Aligned continuity? Well, taking fact of the Aligned universe's timeline about Smokescreen, he's young. Like, at the very least around Bumblebee's age group or older. And according to the Exodus novel, Praxus was destroyed early in the war; way before Bumblebee was sparked. Maybe I'm preaching here, but this kinda implies that Smokescreen has never been to Praxus at all, despite having the "frame" or "build" for it.

That means he doesn't know jack shit about what makes Praxians recognizable and kinda infamous in the eyes of other Cybertronians (or what the fandom would categorize them with, at least). He doesn't know the culture, the traditions, the history. He's probably lived in Iacon for most, if not all, of his life. So he probably only knows how Iaconians operate and how to live with them, how to behave around them. He's most familiar with Iacon, with their history and culture and traditions.

In terms of biology, I'm sure he has at least an instructor from Praxus or someone knowledgeable about his frame teaching him the necessities. The bare bones, if you will. There's little time for some long history lesson when you can get killed in a blink of an eye, after all. So he's not completely clueless about his heritage.

The sensitive doorwings, in his opinion, is a major plus in his book, able to detect even the slightest change in the air. Which is perfect for potential battle scenarios and when he's on guard duty; he can sense when someone is nearby, and react accordingly.

Though he could do without the sensory overload he gets once in a while. Took some time for him to learn how to disable the sensors in his wings when he needs it.

Speaking about wings, y'all know the famous headcanon that comes along with it? Being able to "speak" with only doorwing twiches and flutters? Yeah, Smokescreen got no idea about that either. His processor can sort of translate what one action means because it's built into his coding and all that, but the more complex ones? The ones that are learned by experience and teachings and less about instinct? Don't be surprised if he accidently offends someone with the wrong response.

Also he speaks with an Iaconian dialect, with a hint of another unrecognizable accent mixed in. Because of course he does. And his handwriting and way of writing words is noticeably Iaconian in origin; and also kinda fancy looking, thanks to Alpha Trion.

But yeah, this is my new headcanon now, Iacon Raised! Smokescreen is my new ambrosia.

[graementality]

RESIDENT HEART'S REF IS FINALLY DONE!!!!

18 GOD DAMN HOURS OH MY FUCKI-

Here he is!!! I've been working on this for way too long. This is my official, finalised Heart design wooohh!!!! (Until I randomly decide I don't like it anymore but let's hope that doesn't happen....)

He's my silly :3

Close ups under the cut!

Pants close up bcus that cross-hatching took FOREVER!

[onefey]

WAIT actually have i ever told y'all my "wilfre is the headlights of the car" take. bc yeah

[onbearfeet]

So tonight something kind of hilarious happened.

My bff (blonde, cishet, married with 2 little kids, pillar of her church) and I (brunette, queer, raised in an evangelical cult but definitely something else now) were supposed to go on a spooky flashlight tour of a local historic cemetery tonight. But thanks to a series of incredibly shitty events, we didn't make our tour time, and bff ended up needing help to take her kids to a trunk or treat event instead.

Thing is, I had dressed for a hike among the headstones and a rare girls' night with the bestie. I was wearing mostly black (skater dress/leggings/boots) with the most spooky-adjacent accessories I had on hand (silver rings, rough amethyst pendant on a black cord, purple shimmer nail polish, purple hooded cape). I had done elaborate-for-me makeup, including pretty dark lipstick and smoky shimmery eyeshadow. My aesthetic for the evening was "witchy and queer, but comfortable to walk a long way in".

Trunk or treat was in the parking lot of bff's church.

So I got to stroll from SUV to SUV, past signs saying things like "Let's Taco Bout Jesus", herding a little girl dressed as Elsa from Frozen and a little boy dressed as a Ghostbuster, while bff pushed the stroller containing her baby (dressed as Charlie Brown) behind us. All while every adult we saw visibly recognized the kids, blinked at the sight of me, refocused on bff and her baby, then came back to me with a distinct air of "What the fudgesicles is going on here?"

I was more or less the walking embodiment of the Satanic Panic's boogeyman, shepherding two adorable children around the church festival while dressed like I sacrificed cats. I fully expected someone to suggest an exorcism. I was constantly teetering on the brink of a flashback to that time in college when someone tried to burn me for heresy.

And every time someone overcame their church manners to ask bff if everything was okay and whether she'd adopted a demon recently, she breezily replied, "Oh, this is my best friend Kat, we've known each other more than half our lives. She's dressed as Agatha Harkness, you know, from that new show on Disney Plus?"

(Aside from color palette and hair color, I didn't look ANYTHING like Agatha.)

And to a ONE, these people started singing "Agatha All Along" at me. The song from WandaVision.

They very obviously hadn't seen Agatha All Along, but were totally willing to accept me if I came with a catchy musical number.

Anyway, uh, thank you, Agatha All Along, for being mainstream enough that the religious-taco-pun crowd have heard of you and therefore decided I'm harmless by association.

[erika-xero]

REPOSTOBER, day 22: the Champion of Cyrodiil (2015-2017)

TW! this post has some TES-headcanons which might not be everyone's cup of tea, but please, don't judge a woman by her headcanons lmao

Here he is, my weird lil man. His mom worshipped Mephala and almost sacrifised her own newborn child to the Ebony Blade, but his father managed to steal the baby and hide him in Skyrim. Cero was raised in the orphanage (YES, THAT Orphanage) being bullied by the nord children for being, well, an elf. Many years later, Cero became a gladiator in the Imperial City Arena, and this is pretty much where his story begins.

He starts off as a man, who kill people for money at the start of the game, and being an assassin for the Dark Brotherhood doesn't seem any difference, so he joins in.

Lucien, being the one who brought him into the family, fascinates him. Cero soon develops feelings towards the Speaker, which he describes like some sort of a spiritual bond. He can't fully express what exactly he feels (because he is being in denial), so he keeps his feelings to himself, before it is too late.

This was a breaking point for Cero, who was already traumatized by the Purification, so he cut his ties with Dark Brotherhood and excapes, using the chaos of the Oblivion Crisis. After the series of unfortunate events he becomes the one, who carried the Amulet of Kings and the one, who saved Martin in Kvatch. They soon become friends and Martin is the one who actually tries to make Cero a better person. And then Martin dies too.

Being ceverely depressed and traumatized by losing all the people he loved and who were actually nice to him in a quite short period of time, Cero starts drowning himself in alcohol. And at that very moment, the Dark Brotherhood finally show up and capture the man and take him to Bravil for a trial. He manages to excape. And this is when the Shivering Isles storyline begins.

I wrote a bunch of fics (in russian) about Cero in the Shivering Isles, and in my AU he is literally possessed by Sheogorath who takes over his body and desperately try to fight back, and the main antagonist of the story is Haskill, who does everything so that Cero would lose himself and all his memories forever.

Eventually, he manages to take control of his own body for a few times, and one of them happened during the Skyrim timeline:

His body changed over time, he starts looking less than himself and more like Sheogorath: his hair and eyes gone white, his skin became pale and rosy, but he never actually ended up looking the way Haskill wanted him to look. Somewhere after the Skyrim timeline his former self gets in control of his body again and gets in a fight with Haskill. Cero uses the sword of Jyggalag to snap the Staff of Sheogorath in two parts and finally breaks free. He's memory is wague, his feelings are all messed up and he barely understand what is happening, the only thing that keeps him going is his lust for freedom. And this is the point when the events of my Champion/Nerevarine AU begin. Small bonus for everyone, who read it this far: Cero as Jyggalag.

And Cero with his lover - my Nerevarine Raelin, who was the first person he encountered when he finally broke free from the Shivering Isles, and the person who helped him regain all of his memories (she's also probably the only person in the universe who can handle this firce lil man).

And yes, Cero is actually his father's surname. The champion has a name, but the only person who knew his name was Martin.

[estelleuse]

It's so funny to me when I see people claiming that Ford fans treat Ford as if he has done nothing wrong or act like he's completely innocent cause I have never seen someone, even Ford fans/defenders, claim that. I have; however, seen people do that with Stan and Fiddleford.

[chaoticas-hell]

Neil: what a nice day

Neil:

Neil: anyways wanna hear about how my father tried to kill me?

[captainuranium543]

Anyone else think it's a little fucked up that people keep turning into lisanna or Elfman whenever they need to fight Mira or is that just me