#until then he'll have to make do with lots of coal

[kathaynesart]

When you're so used to being naughty that it wouldn't be Christmas without a bit of coal! ...Also it's quite the commodity in the apocalypse.

Yes I do see the irony in putting a quick pause on the Replica Holiday Special to make this, but it felt wrong not to do something for this day! I was hoping to post a holiday special but it'll be a few more days since my Covid messed up my schedule even further! Regardless, Merry Christmas everyone! I'm so grateful for you all!

[possessionisamyth]

exactly one person asked for a men's list when it came to my cooking headcanons list for the ladies so here ya go!

Chris Redfield- Actually a decent home cook because he was old enough to want to give Claire some of their mom's cooking when he could. Unfortunately, any time he tries a new recipe for the first time he burns it. The second or third time things come out fine, but the first time he does something new he's opening windows to let out the pan smoke or returning to coals in the oven.

Barry Burton- His wife does all the cooking as he's hopeless in the kitchen, but since they got married she's never had to wash a single dish. He always made sure there's a working dishwasher in their house for when he's away too long to do his usual chore.

Albert Wesker- Can make the fanciest looking food in the world. We're talking Michelin star $100 a plate in appearance only. His dishes have zero flavor. They taste. No one understands how this happens.

Leon Kennedy- Breakfast King. I know the line in damnation is too overused, but breakfast is actually the easiest way to start learning how to cook. Box mix pancakes, bacon, sausage, and eggs, all require him to put something in a pan on low to medium heat with some oil and poke it around until it's done. There's little effort exerted in monitoring since that's half his real job anyway. Of course it translates to cooking. He's perfected the timing. Everything else is take-out though.

Carlos Oliveira- He had no idea how to cook until he got out of Raccoon City and went home to his family. He tried learning from his mama, but she'd always take the knife or pan from him, so he learned from a sibling and is pretty good at it. He makes a lot of marinades, so the blender is his friend.

Luis Serra Navarro- Absolutely under no circumstances does this man belong in a kitchen. He will concoct the most wretched smelling health food that's full of vitamins, minerals, and "a healthy dash of vinegar for flavor". He's wonderful to have at the dinner table, but never at the stove. Makes a real tasty cup of coffee though.

Jack Krauser- For some ungodly reason, this man can take someone's most hated foods and make them taste good. No idea what the hell he does to it as he will kick everyone out of the kitchen until he's done, but he's just like that. Barely cooks not because he hates it, but because he has to be in the mood.

Piers Nivans- He's the king of the grill. Will lecture anyone in earshot about the important difference between gas, charcoal, or wood when it comes to maintaining the flavor of the meat. He also believes salt and pepper are all you need for a great burger which must be cooked to medium at the hottest lest it lose it's tenderness.

Jake Muller- Salads, smoothies, and overnight oats, he's the one making meals that are able to be eaten fast or on the go. Fruit counts as a dessert to him. He does enjoy experimenting by eating the "weird" or most unfriendly tourist foods while he travels so he has something to brag about, even though he could never figure out how to cook any of it himself.

Ethan Winters- He tries his best. He'll help Mia in the kitchen with food prep or clean up. He makes good dips for chips, has a delicious cookie recipe, and researched how to make baby food for when Rosemary stopped being breastfed. This somehow translated into him figuring out how to make very good custards and parfaits. Although, he got super frustrated trying to figure out how to make bread and has given up the fight.

i will happily do this again for any characters not on either of my lists since i love cooking and baking, and this is fun to think about

[delaware-lemme-smash]

Hi sweetie! Rewatching the series has stirred ideas. 😁 Pretty please, SFW NSFW headcanons for Aizawa with a quirkless fem s/o. Although she has no quirk, she does have an amazing human talent. For example, maybe she composes amazing music, or she paints incredible paintings, maybe she has an incredible voice and sings, maybe she writes award-winning books. Whatever you choose for her talent, it’s something that she’s dedicated years of hard work (since childhood) to being the best, building a career, and she’s famous for her talent. Thank you! Sending lots of love & hugs! ❤️🤗

Hello, lovely! I still need to catch up on the new series, but my Aizawa simpery has been rumbling in the back of my head for a while now. I feel like this man is about to make a comeback in a big way.

Characters: Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead

Contents: afab!reader, quirkless reader, mentions of quirkless discrimination, nsfw

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead

SFW

Of all the people least likely to judge someone for not having a Quirk, Aizawa Shouta is your man. Others, even with the best intentions, might have some lingering sense of pity that you don't have a special ability like the rest of the population. Or they might just not be able to deal with stupid comments other people make about their Quirkless partner.

Aizawa doesn't give a shit about you not having a Quirk or about what other people think. He doesn't consider his Quirk-having ass as superior to you in any way—the only advantage his Quirk gives him is to remove other people's, so he's not all that different from you, really.

Now, this talent of yours. The one you've been working on since childhood, the one you've poured hours of sweat, blood, and tears into and now have a thriving career in? That commands enormous respect from Shouta. He appreciates hard work in any form, but to gain such achievement in a skill you weren't born with, that you had to learn and grind and improve slowly, over time? Hell yeah.

That work ethic of yours is probably what drew him to you in the first place. People mischaracterise him as lazy, when he's just exhausted most of the time. When you consider his actual skills—hand-to-hand combat, his capture weapon fighting style, teaching, finding the perfect nap spot—you realise he's got a similar mind set, because none of those skills were part of his Quirk. He can only be a Pro Hero because of the amount of time and dedication he's taken to complement his Quirk and make sure he survives.

You have his full support in your career. Due to his schedule, he might not always be able to attend any associated events, but you knew that when getting into a relationship with a Pro Hero/teacher. He'll be there for you at the critical junctures, and he fully appreciates and supports whatever you create. He'll read your books, listen to your music, etc. It's something you've created and he's all about it.

People call him dour, but we've seen plenty of times where he isn't afraid to give praise that's deserved. You can always rely on him to give constructive criticism and praise what he likes about a certain thing. And he'll straight up admit when he doesn't know enough to give advice. It might not be the effusive, gushing praise you get from your fans, but if you're with Shouta, then you appreciate it nonetheless.

NSFW

Aizawa likes watching people do things they're good at, and this naturally extends to you. Whether that be you at your book signing, at a concert, or an art gallery hosting your latest exhibition, something about seeing you in your element makes him...excited.

You'll be at your event, performing on stage or mingling with your fans, and you'll look up and meet a pair of dark eyes across the room. Shouta, lingering on the edges as always, but watching you with eyes as warm as coals and this smirking smile half-tucked into his scarf. And you just know.

He waits patiently until the event is over, possibly even until the taxi home. But as soon as he has you somewhere semi-private, Shouta's hands are sliding around your waist and he's gonna be leaving stubbly kisses on your neck, muttering about how he doesn't know how you put up with all those people. How he's barely seen you this evening.

"You liar, you were watching me the whole time."

He gives a husky laugh. "True."

The cats are gonna be shooed out of the bedroom, because Shouta needs some private time to show you just how much he appreciates your talents.

[roadkillremi]

Uncle!Randy Meeks HeadCannons

Holiday edition!!

(^i want to pounce Jamie Kennedy in this^)

MasterList Uncle Randy MasterList

Summary : Just Holiday stuff

(Christmas, Thanksgiving, Valentines, Halloween)

He's so sexy yum yum.

Halloween

He loves Halloween. He decorates the house and watches scary movies all month.

Depending on Chad and Mindy Age he'd show them different movies. At first Corpses Bride, Monster House, Goosebumps, etc. He doesn't want to give them nightmares.

Couples costumes are a must. He somehow finds a costume that you two can be. (Chucky and Tiffany, Jack and Sally, Frankenstein and bride of Frankenstein)

He takes Mindy and Chad trick or treating. He does this their whole childhood. Until Chad goes, "Trick or treating isn't cool anymore.". It kinda hurt his feelings :(

You know those stupid horror attractions. He goes to those. When Mindy and Chad were younger it was just you and him. And as they got older they tagged along.

He likes hayride trials. He gets so happy.

Christmas /Winter

Ugly christmas sweaters are his thing. And he rocks them.

He dressed up as Santa for little Chad and Mindy once.

He eats the cookies. You make Christmas cookies, bam gone he ate em.

He likes snow. He's a pure child and loves snowball fights. He will not be afraid to throw a snowball at a child.

Favorite Christmas movies ; Elf, scrooge (the scary cartoon one), Santa clause with Tim Allen, the Grinch with Jim Carry.

The idea of him being a director and making a scary Christmas movie gives me yummy thoughts. Just saying.

He tells Chad and Mindy Santa isn't real. Like in 4th grade. They cry and he gets fussed at.

He's a good gift giver. He will find the perfect gifts for everyone. He gets too excited when he finds you the right gift. He gives you most of your gifts early anyway

He doesn't like those stupid advent calendars. He gets impatient and eats all the chocolate. So when Chad wants one he just stares the kid down. And goes "Uh, I ate em all-"

He doesn't do ice skating. He'll try but then not do it. It scares him. He panics and grabs onto you.

He wears those Christmas boxers. They're so sexy on him I mean come on. It's him.

He definitely gets everyone those candies that look like coal. (He got them a lot as a kid.)

As much as he seems to enjoy Christmas and winter. He hates the movies and music. Hallmark makes him want to hit someone. So when someone suggests it he is not happy. He stands there going, "No. There are better films."

Valentines Day

He showers you with gifts.

You'll walk in the door and find flowers all over the place. (If you don't like flowers then it's candy)

He'll do everything perfectly. It's like living in a movie. He has a nice/favorite restaurant. The sentimental gifts, flowers (even helps you dry them if you're into that).

Thanksgiving

He doesn't really cook.. but he'll for sure help.

You'll have to kick him out of the kitchen eventually.

He considers himself an official taste tester.

He loves the macy day parade-

[dastardly-debonair]

Striker & Occupation headcanons

He's an ends-justify-the-means kind of guy. He accepts jobs/money from upper class demons he despises but only if the target is equally high profile. He'll also take money from wealthy imps to kill or kidnap other imps, but he won't take jobs from upper class demons to kill imps or other low class hellborn. However, he will kill anyone who tries to get in his way.

He takes his job very seriously. He wants to maintain a good reputation, and because he prefers high class targets, money can be tight. He'll do other temporary jobs on the side for supplemental income but being a mercenary is his career. He makes good money for high profile marks but he doesn't have a steady income. His convictions and his need for money are in a never ending battle.

He used to be a performer. His imp father started up a rodeo circus on the family farm after the coal mining industry went dry, and his snake demon mother was a singer at the local gentleman's club. In the rodeo circus, Striker performed acrobatic stunts, wrangled hell beasts and did horse riding stunts. He also danced, sang and played guitar. The shows drew lots of interest, even from outside the imp community. He was something of a child star with a bright future… until something very unfortunate happened.

He can still perform but he doesn't want to be viewed as an entertainer and his mind isn't in the right place for it anyway. This isn't to say he never performs anymore because he does every once in a while (it's kind of in his blood) but it doesn't bring him the joy it once did.

[csphire]

Some headcanons about Dammon that I use in my fics or keep in mind when writing him.

His favorite food is pizza. He makes really-really-REALLY good pizza and lasagna too. But given that he's a tiefling he needs to make both with larger amounts of meat than what is usually found back on Earth. Wanna try meatza, anyone?

He only makes lasagna on special occasions as it takes a bit more time to prepare it before putting it into the oven.

He likes baking more than stovetop cooking due to the precise measurements and the fact he can put something into an oven, and he's free to do something else.

He doesn't think to invest in installing a kitchen into his home until around a few weeks after the Absolute Plot has been resolved. Before then he would frequent the Blushing Mermaid for a bite to eat as needed or use his forge to grill or warm something up.

On his days off he'll usually go into a full-on baking and meal prep frenzy. He plans out his meals for the week so all he needs to do when he gets done working is take a dish out of the ice box and heat it up in a stove.

Aside from pizza, he lives on a variety of casseroles, sandwiches, and roasts. Breakfast is usually eggs and bacon. Yep, no worries about cholesterol in Faerûn. He strikes me as a real meat and potatoes kinda guy but, I would not be surprised if he indulged in spices to put some heat into his meals too.

He knows about Earth-correction, he knows a lot about Earth. To the point he will nerd out over our world's technology and other marvels if the topic is ever brought up. This is due to there are few people whom he can talk to about that place. Fewer still whom can wrap their heads around a world that lacks any magic and where all inhabitants are humans who have managed to come up with a variety of ways to harness lighting/electricity to adapt and thrive.

When it comes to his tools he's a little particular over who touches or moves them. His favorite hammer he's especially not keen on anyone else using. His tools, after all, are his livelihood. And once he gets better ones in Baldur's Gate his possiveness over them only eases up a little bit. Due to the fact, he can at least afford to get a backup set. He takes great care of his tools and likes them arranged and put away just so. It's not a good idea to use or borrow them without asking unless you want to start an argument.

He's always on the hunt for better tools and methods to further perfect his craft. Making basic weapons and armor he can do that in his sleep to pay the bills. Repairs and sharpening don't take him long at all too. But deep down, he would rather make something special and keep challenging himself.

I like to think he's got a love/hate relationship with infernal machinery and iron. He's awed by anything powerful. But like most, I don't think he likes the terrible cost most infernal machinery demands, which is the complete destruction of souls.

He can get sucked into what he's working on and completely lose track of time. As a result, he might stand someone up on a date or be late for an event. Sometimes he might need someone to remind him to take a break. Yes, he's prone to neglect his needs and others when hyperfocused on something.

Like most tieflings, he's ambidextrous and rotates his hammering from one hand to another to minimize strain on his arms. Still, there are times when he pushes himself too hard and needs a long soak in an Epsom salt bath.

Most of the time he smells like a mix of matchsticks (sulfur), coal dust, and the tang of whatever metal he's working on, which is mostly iron. Due to his infernal biology, he doesn't sweat nearly as much as a human or elf would. But at the end of the day, like most, he needs and takes the time to wash up.

He's more of a listener than a talker. Idle chit-chat and small talk he struggles with a little. But bring up Earth or anything related to making things with metal, not just weapons and armor, he's fully locked into the conversation and enthusiastic.

He's not just a blacksmith but a budding Artificer if he's not already one. Dammon after all literally knows how to make explosives and could easily subclass into an Armorer, Artillerist, or Battle Smith.

Both his parents are alive and well to his knowledge. Details I've come up about them are here. His father still lives in Elturel and did not want Dammon to leave. He suggested Dammon hide his true appearance with spells in order to pass as elven and stay in the city. This led to them parting on some disagreeable terms and hurt feelings. At this time, Dammon has no idea where his mother is and has not seen her in a few years. He's not greatly concerned by this and is used to it.

Dammon's childhood was a little lonely especially after his mother left. An only child and only tiefling during his school years he struggled to socialize with others. Did he get bullied for being the only kid with a tail and horns? Of course. But not all of his peers were jerks and he managed to make a few friends.

I like to think once Dammon was old enough to attend dances, balls, and other social functions he started crossing paths with Rolan who was struggling to work himself into the wizarding circles in Elturel. Rolan may have been motivated to befriend Dammon to open more doors and snag social invites but only at first. In the end, they do have a genuine friendship. Thanks to Rolan, Dammon was introduced to more tieflings outside of his father's uptight social circle. Being among his mother's people was healing and helped him come out of his shell if only a little.

That's all I got for now. I wish we could have gotten to know him better and gotten more content with him in a DLC. No hate towards Larian over that, my ire is solely over Hasbro for laying off the staff at Wizard of The Coast who were working with Larian for years. Shattering that working relationship was an extremely stupid move on Hasbro's part.

[the-s1lly-corner]

For the winter prompts: Fireplace, Snowman and/or Presents for Sir Pentious? 🥺 (Preferably Heaven!Pentious because I'm starving out here but hey, whichever works best for ya hahah)

Fireplace, snowman, and presents w/ Pentious (winter prompts)

it feels like its been so long since ive written for pentious!! grr!!! miss that man!! notes: reader is gn, can be read as either sinner or winner pentious for most if not all of this, cold blooded pentious my beloved hc cws: none

FIREPLACE

he hates the cold, hes cold blooded! and coats can only do so much to keep a snake warm! his new home is in front of the fireplace until things start warming up again!

coils his entire tail around you partly because he may or may not be trying to steal your warmth.... but also because he loves cuddling you and holding you close! he swears its not just because youre warm blooded! ........usually......

if it were up to him he would keep you there with him for the entire day, but alas you both likely have things that need to get done... will drag his feet (tail?) though

SNOWMAN

he doesnt like going out into the snow but you were so endearing to him when you asked him to come out with you to go have fun in the snow... surely some time outside wouldnt do too much harm right? hes going to go out with these big huge gloves and a coat- a scarf, too... all the works

it takes him a while to get the hang of it, and its no where near like making a gadget or machine... but he does have fun packing the snow together and putting the snowman together! a lot more fun than he thought he would have actually

puts gears and bolts on it in place of pieces of coal or rocks for the buttons... if you ask nicely maybe he'll put his hat on it... but only long enough for you to snap pictures and revel in the finished product!

PRESENTS

"would he get you a gift on christma-" he would get you a gift every day if he could, and lord knows he tries. if he sees ANYTHING that remotely reminds him of you hes going to get it asap

christmas is going to be no different- if anything hes going to REALLY lean into it and really spoil you. from gifts bought from stores or commissioned from others- or outright made with his own two hands. a little bit of everything, because he truly worships and adores you. gift giving just happens to be one of his love languages!

getting gifts in return is... well a given- but hes still so touched that you return the energy for christmas and give him something from the heart. he doesnt care about the quantity, the mere fact that you sat down and pondered what he would like makes him feel mushy inside

[morticry]

working on something I've never tried before. wip pics and the closest thing to a plan drawing I have from a story post. flying by the seat of my pants, feeling a bit like I'm the other[father] in coraline GAHAHA. it's Tracy!

documenting the process,

forgot the glue stick supports in his boots, tried to melt the glue back out of them after curing the polymer clay in the oven, ended up toasting everything. I'll either make him new boots or rework my bubbly coal blobs with some sandpaper to remember the chaos. the process is a meaningful part of an artwork, yeah? imagine, someone in your apartment building tossing a smoking baking sheet of tin foil and miniature body parts into the back lot.

haven't really looked at any tutorials so far except for one in anticipation of hair making+gluing, but have been paying attention to @strangegutz work for inspiration and some visual guidance.

polymer clay for the head and parts [no clay tools, just hands and a sewing needle], a flexible armature + old socks sewn into shape for the body, more socks glued around his arms and legs to bulk them up, and fabric scraps for clothing [even more socks and the cut off sleeves of t-shirts, so far]. his sock body is sort of sewn into a corset and then darned into shape, with parts of his sweater attached to it after; it's the handiwork of someone who only knows practical sewing skills, but I find it charming. he is handmade, I think that should show, and I don't feel like stressing on this project. I'll pad his shoulders a little more to fix the length of his neck, under his jacket. he should be able to pose in the end but he may not be able to stand from being top heavy. if I make new boots, there's a chance I can balance him back out.

his waistline stitching is lazy because it's a placeholder, until he has a full sweater and I know how much of the waist to cut out to leave enough gap to tuck his sweater in in the front [it's pinned in the image]. I don't have much clay left, but he'll get a little belt to cover whatever seam crimes continue to occur. his ears are very bulky to support his jewelry. holding my breath until his paint job is done.

I don't think you really need to know what you're doing or have any fancy materials or tools to attempt a project like this. just, a desire to try and some curious interest in problem solving. and some junk around the house. it's a good learning experience, no matter how it pans out, but I'm hopeful.

[riality-check]

*bites and shakes the bars of my enclosure* APPALACHIAN EDDIE!!!!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING YOU GOT INJECT IT STRAIGHT INTO MY VEINS IM SO PBSESSED

Thank you so much!! I'm currently trudging my way through chapter 2 of Born to Run, but before that's done, here's some stuff I wrote up from a while ago related to the Munson Lore post.

Basically, if you're interested in Wayne feels, keep scrolling!

Wayne enlists the second he turns eighteen, the last months of high school be damned. It was his plan all along, the only way to get the hell out West Virginia or at least the holler. The war in Korea breaks out around that time, but he still enlists.

If he's gonna die, it ain't gonna be in a mine. He's seen what happens to men down there, sees them come home with coal-stained faces and crooked backs, watches them drown themselves in bottles.

That last one might just have been his pa, though.

Wayne feels bad leaving his mama, but especially his brother. He's only six, and he's already a little too wild for their mama to watch on her own. Over the course of Johnny's short life, Wayne has spent a lot of time makin' sure he stays outta trouble. He's a rambunctious, bright kid. Wayne doesn't know what he'll get into while he's gone.

But it makes him feel better that their old man's been in the ground a year now. It's one less thing for Wayne to worry about, for Johnny's sake.

Wayne goes to Korea, and he doesn't come back the same. He doesn't come back right, and until he can, he decides not to. Christmas cards and a visit once every few months will have to do because Wayne can't do anything more than that right now. He just can't.

It wouldn't be fair for Mama to have to take care of him, now that he's grown. It wouldn't be fair for Johnny to see his brother shaking and crying because of bad dreams, something he's surely grown out of by now.

So, he takes jobs driving trucks all over the country. The hours are long and it don't pay much, but if he's got music on, he doesn't have to think. He gets a pretty good collection of hats going, too. One from every state he's been to. He wants to go to Hawai'i to complete the collection.

It takes ten years for Wayne to piece himself back together. He ain't the same, but he's enough of a person by the time he's twenty-eight that he thinks he can go back for good.

So, he does. He drives back up to West Virginia and sees his mama and doesn't see his brother, who's sixteen now. When he asks Mama where he went, she shrugged and said, "Out."

Wayne does see his wife. Or, well, they're not married yet. They decided to wait until she has the baby so she can fit in her mama's wedding dress.

Rebecca is sweet and pretty and a high school dropout, just like Wayne, just like his brother is, now, apparently. She and Wayne talk for hours, and he really likes her. She's funny and grounded in a way that his brother definitely needs.

They talk until his brother comes back, stumbling in, face bloody. Johnny - no, John - smiles when he sees Wayne, and things are okay for a little while. They all stay at Mama's house. Wayne picks up some odd handyman jobs, Rebecca works as a cashier at the grocery store a mile down the road, and John-

Well, Wayne doesn't know what John is doing. All he knows is that he works odd hours and seems to be gettin' skinnier, but he's putting supper on the table, so things are okay. They're okay.

They're okay until The Fight to End All Fights.

They're okay until he and his brother are screaming, and throwing things, but they didn't hit each other. John swung once, exactly once, and Wayne stepped out of the way. He doesn't swing back, not like Pa would have.

Wayne leaves. His brother does, too. Wayne doesn't see him for years, but his wife calls and sends pictures of their little family.

Wayne isn't sure how she keeps getting his number, even after he's moved a few times. But Rebecca calls at least twice a year, some years more than others. Sometimes, it's a whispered rush of words; others, it's a nice, long, chat, even if her words sound slurred together.

She sends Wayne cards for his birthday and Christmas. She includes pictures of herself and Johnny. Wayne tries not to look at those too hard, not when it's clear that both of them are getting worse.

He does look at the pictures of their kid, though. "Eddie" is the name Becca writes on all the pictures. He's a skinny kid with eyes like John and hair like Rebecca. He's a smiley kid, too, and he always seems to be holding a book.

Wayne wishes he could meet him. But even if The Fight didn't happen, that's just not possible.

Rebecca never gives him a return address.

[jupitersrising]

The Trojans + Adults' Hunger Games Districts

I did this with the Foxes in this post.

Jean Moreau: Canonically he was born in Marseilles, France, which is coastal. As a young boy Jean lived in District 4, Fishing before he was sold to the Moriyama's on the border between District 1 and 2. After (after he's free or after the rebellion depending on what you think happens in this au) he would move to District 11, Agriculture and just live a quiet, peaceful, happy life because he deserves it.

Jeremy Knox: He would be from District 10 or 11. I could see him loving to live on a farm and the tedious, long hours that it provided. Or D10 because I could see him caring deeply for the things around him—including animals. The downsides of these both are that D11 doesn't farm ethically, or at least pays their people for the amount of work they put in. And D10 slaughters animals to be sent out for food. So...both have their downsides, but I could see Jeremy being happiest there. (Also could be D4 but I like these ideas better).

Alvarez: (Admittedly we don't know a lot about canonical Alvarez or Laila until TSC, so these points may be moot when it comes out) She would be from District 7, Lumber. I could just see her really, really liking axes. Just the amount of destruction they could cause. She would ignite/start the rebellion in D7 once it started. She would be perfect as an organizer for the rebels occupying D7 if not for her "ask for forgiveness, no permission" attitude.

Laila Dermott: District 5, Power/Electricity. Again, we don't know much about her, but I could see her knowing what to do with tech and wires. A sort of knowledge that she could knock out the entire countries power grid but doesn't because...she's just never thought of the implications of it. Like the opposite of Alvarez.

David Wymack: He's also a victor...like a more willing-too help Haymitch. He invests too much emotions into the kids that go into the games every year, and it chips at him more and more when they die. Still, he wants all of them to live, he'll do anything for them to make it out alive. Which is backed up by the fact that he's from District 12, Coal Mining, where people rarely come back alive. Where every kid is starved or abused or doing something illegal to stay alive.

Abby Winfield: Abby would be a Rebel doctor/war medic. She was born and raised in District 13, (former) military. She was raised her whole life to be radical, to be ready for war and death and loss. She's one of the people who can pick Wymack up, who can relate to him, because she too cares far too much for people destined to die. In the end, she would betray the Rebels for one of her kids. (If Aaron ended up there, he'd become her apprentice.)

Betsy Dobson: She would be from District 3, Technology. I could see her being very well informed and working as a spy for the Rebels alongside Allison. Since D3 has the most access to tech they probably have the most opportunities to know information, though whether or not they can get to it is the problem. (Except Bee, she would 100% find secret government files and expose them, then drink her hot chocolate and pretend she didn't start a shitstorm in the Capital).

[ann-planet]

Let's talk about Indigo

I absolutely loved Indigo by Kim Namjoon a.k.a RM-- the poet who speaks of dreams and personalities and philosophies that I never hear of until it comes from him.

Bear in mind, this will absolutely be long and full of unbridled love for Namjoon.

Track no 1-- Yun

This feels like Namjoon's thoughts on being an artist that comes at the crossroads of being purely artist with no obligations to humanity, and an artist that is flawed-- yet does not let go of humanity. A sleek, slow rap song with the gorgeous vocals of Erykah Badu's chorus that breathes spirituality into the lyrics. A song of beige visuals-- a color that is meek in presentation, but bare in its beliefs.

Track no 2-- Still Life.

First of all, the MV is a refreshing feat. The use of Liminal spaces without too many tacky or glittery decorations, gives more breathing space to the groove of this song. It's a song where Namjoon screams to the screen that one thing he'll never be is a passive person. A canvas can't contain, his own reflection cannot contain his actions-- he hops along and dances and vibes. The song has the potential to be a party song, or a hang-out song-- it's a song that makes you and your friends feel invincible. Anderson Paak's vocals give a lighter contrast to Namjoon's deep voice, and helps adding onto what Namjoon is trying to say. Oh Namjoon, you sure know how to pick 'em.

Track no 3-- All day

Namjoon and Tablo speak on two parallel enemies here-- but largely it's the bad faith media. According to doolsetbangtan, "They show cool people dancing in cool clothes, when in real life there are more people with two left feet" is a translation of one of the lines in Namjoon's verse. To Namjoon, misrepresentation annoys him. To Tablo, the subjugation to what is popularised annoys him. Both are valid reasons why they are annoyed with the media.From Namjoon's words and work being misrepresented on the media, to Tablo facing the massive hate train due to online haters because they felt he was lying about his education. The electric song however, stays strong above from getting too angry. Namjoon and Tablo realises that they see things through, and as a result, they must keep their heads above the water from muddling their music. And just like that, we get a bop ya'll.

Track no 4- Forg_tful

This might be a bit of a TMI (I'm honestly so embarrassed even saying this out loud just in case no one actually reads this)-- but sometimes my anxiety and my depressive thoughts do make me forget a lot of things. This song feels a representation of that. It's a song that asks for forgiveness because the speaker is trying-- they are trying so hard but demons still persist. Memory is a frighteningly becoming a privilege. First thing Namjoon does is re-affirm his age-- he's still young, and yet he feels so guilty. The simple acoustic of the song can make it sound light and not as memorable as its previous tracks, but it's a moment for Namjoon to acknowledge certain aspects of his life. And by god, I cannot tell enough how validated I feel by this track.

Track no 5-- Closer

Visual representation of this track-- fingers clawing at sheets with yearning. The smooth track sounds sensuous but it's also the speaker getting frustrated. They are at wit's end on how to get closer to their lover. How in hell can they show how much love overflows in them? Mahalia and Paul Blanco work as great collaborators on this as they help Namjoon weave an atmosphere to this story. It's a slight cheeky song at times, but underneath it all, is the simmering coals on the speaker's desire to feel the overflow of love from their lover too.

Track no 6-- Change pt 2

A sardonic hyper-pop track. Namjoon hates being boxed. He's not the same person he was a while ago, and he hates that nobody lets him change. Towards the end of the song, there's a slight indication of him condemning another person-- basically challenging them that they would have to live a life knowing that they never would love someone like how Namjoon does. Again TMI, but this sort of reminds me of my friendship with someone during my teenager years The friendship wasn't on basis of mutual respect, and became toxic. Once I left, and I changed for the better, my ex-best friend, even though she got the friends she always wanted, loved to remind me how different I was when I was with her. It was a sarcastic and bitter jab. I of course, can't assume the nature of the relationship between Namjoon and the person he is addressing, but I love how I understood this song from a personal angle.

Track no 7-- Lonely

This song was written in Vegas this year, when Namjoon felt lonely in his hotel. I love the neon-lights this song emanates. It's full of clicks and whistles-- the sound of someone just making sounds for the sake of making sounds cuz they can't stand the silence. I can almost hear Namjoon fidgeting just for the sake of passing the time. The line-- "and now I hate the cities I don't belong"-- makes me feel the speaker used to enjoy visiting cities purely as a tourist, but now, he feels the lack of belonging even more and abhors it.

Track no 8- Hectic

This sort of feels like a shout out to his previous song from mono-- Seoul. Namjoon claims his busy life isn't romantic, but the city pop rhythm of the song confuses the listeners into thinking he's singing something magical-- a trap he leaves to show much of a victim we could be to the idea that life of a busybody is more fun than a life of someone who's quiet. This song reminds of late night drives through the busiest parts of the city, where you are stuck in traffic and can't help but observe the people around you who are impatient to get where time dictates them to go.

Track no 9- Wildflower

this song is an allegory to a certain kind of life that Namjoon wants to live as for years. He's explosive in his exhales here, and those exhales get pumped up more thanks to the power vocals of Youjeen who belts into the mic the need to scatter into the sky. The song having the same intro and outdo signifies a full circle that rests as a crown on Namjoon's vision and plans for himself. The song makes me feel emotional (almost every single track from this album does tbh), but this one is the cathartic track. It's Namjoon finally leaving behind the guilt and pursuing for a better health of his mind, his career, and his self.

Track no 10- No 2

Funny thing, but this song sounds like a lullaby being sung by two parents sshvhsdvh. It's a slow acoustic again, but unlike forg_tful, it has a lot more strobe. After wildflower, it's the calmer end, a wistful end. "My felony" rhyming with "melody". This is a song where Namjoon tells to himself that yeah you are regretful of your interviews, of the boxes you have been caged in, of all the commitments you may have forgotten, but you have survived. You maybe cringing or embarrassed by your younger self, but that was because the young you was just trying to survive. It's best to no look back, and just acknowledge that those were the steps that you needed to take to get where you are today.

In all, Indigo feels like a very fully realised album made with care and discretion. I love the sound of it, the colors it exudes, the exciting new artists it introduced me to-- everything. Namjoon bared his soul for this, and yet, does not look back. I don't think anyone will read this extra long ramble piece, I am after all still new to Tumblr, but hey! No looking back, remember?

[kinnenvy]

qaf wip #1

victorian qaf wip, im 💀. like i was saying idk if i'll ever finish this, but here's a little snippet just to feel something

Dripping. Continuous, incessant, tormenting.

The steady, wet sound echoes through the room and fills the blissfully silent air, it sneaks past any barrier Justin crafts. His hands on his ears, his pillows, then his covers, the weight and width of his shield can do nothing against the quiet drip, drip, drip…

Justin quickly surrenders to watching the water fall from the roof of his room and land loudly in the tin bucket prepared to welcome it. It's unbearable and Justin misses home, misses his room. He misses the comfort of his sturdy mattress, his feather pillows and the maids making sure the stoves warming the rooms never run out of wood and coal.

Justin breathes out slowly, if he had any energy left he would thrash against the coarse bed sheets and throw a tantrum embarrassing enough to rival his younger sister's. Unfortunately, or one could argue fortunately, any will to explode into fits of unadulterated rage has abandoned him the moment his father backhanded him over the breakfast table and threw him, his mother and sister out of their family home and effectively out of the country.

He grabs his pillow, its smell of stale wardrobes and lavender follows him all the way through the large room and out of it. He trudges through the halls of their new accommodation, overtly conscious of the wood creaking under his slippers and the portraits of his grandparents, uncles and younger versions of his mother following him with their eyes as he warily walks in the near complete dark.

Remembering the position of the door he is looking for is giving him a lot of trouble, but eventually he gets the courage to open every door he encounters. He releases a nervous breath, once he finally opens the door hiding his mother. Molly, his sister, is already sleeping by her side and Justin is comforted by the knowledge that they've both had the same idea.

"Mother…" Justin whispers and sounds much more forlorn than he would have liked, "Mom." 

She takes a sharp inhale, almost startled, but she quickly seems to relax. Although Justin can't tell for sure, the lunar light filtering in the spaces between the curtains doesn't illuminate the room enough to let him see.

"There's a leak in my room, I feel like it might drive me mad." Justin explains as a way to secure himself a spot in his mother's bed.

"Sweetheart…" She sighs, "I'm sorry, we'll find a new place soon." The thick woolly covers are drawn back and Justin quickly moves to adjust himself underneath them, "You should tell your grandfather tomorrow. He'll have someone come and patch it up."

"Right…" Justin hums, trying not to think about how many perfectly functional, unoccupied rooms void of any leaks, he saw on his way to his mother's.

He's not sure how long it's been since he's gotten in his mother's bed, when he's awoken by shouting rising from the streets. Despite the coldness swirling in the stale air in the room and its difference from the warmth of the covers, he gathers the will to pull himself up on his feet and reach the nearest window. 

Near the middle of the crossroad on the right of his grandfather's house, there are two gentlemen, dressed in elegant evening coats and tight, light coloured pants. They seem to be fighting, Justin watches them as they push and shove at each other until the tallest of the two grabs the other by the lapels of his jacket and pulls him towards himself. Their faces meet and Justin jolts away as he realises they're kissing.

His ears start burning, his cheeks slowly heat up as well. Slowly, he creeps closer to the glass again, by the time his eyes are back on the scene his whole face and neck must be dyed in varying shades of red, all bound to deepen as he catches the gaze of one of the men. Thick furrowed eyebrows, a head of dark, purposefully unruly hair and a profile sculpted with the same platonic inspiration that used to fuel renaissance men.

The day begins with another tense breakfast, but thankfully Justin's face is not met by the rough palm of anyone's hand. Despite the fact that his grandfather makes it clear he wouldn't mind issuing a dose of discipline through methods that involve physical pain. He says as much as he eats his coque eggs messily, even though his words nail his father as the sole villain, he waves his spoon menacingly right under Justin's nose and then at his mother and sister.

"I shouldn't have let you marry a man without a title," He says gruffly, the grunting accompanying his words reminds Justin of the old, pink pigs, he uses to see every month, when his father took him to town fairs. "My own daughter, a duke's daughter, banished from her house!" He complains aimlessly throughout their entire meal, while Justin's mother, unsure of her own stance, releases noncommittal noises to let him know she is listening.

Molly doesn't eat anything and as soon as their grandfather leaves the table, she cries and asks to be allowed back home. Justin is conflicted, but underneath the embarrassment and the swelling on his right cheek, he wishes for the same thing.

"I need to go out." is what he ends up saying, he doesn't elaborate, but is also met by no resistance. His mother looks at him with concern, but she's so preoccupied by his sister's soul-shaking sobs, that she just dismisses him with a gesture of her hand and a call for carefulness.

His grandfather hasn't been involved with the military for the better part of forty years, yet he operates by its hours. Wake up call at half past five and breakfast at six, that's why Justin finds himself roaming the streets at seven am sharp.

The air hasn't had the time to be warmed by the Sun, so it's especially cold, it pushes past the barrier of Justin's expensive clothes and forces itself on him, frigid like ice and carrying the tangy scent of coal smoke.

Justin is startled out of his thoughts by a door opening, the mansion standing right in front of his mother's family home. He watches the large entrance door, its solid wood dragging over the threshold and uncovering the same man Justin saw the night before.

He is caught staring, it's embarrassing and it makes the calm wind feel a tad colder. 

Without letting himself rot in the memories from the earlier night, Justin starts walking again. He doesn't have a cane and it's too cold to pick the hat off his head and start fidgeting with it, so he tries to discharge some of the nervousness gathering in his body by shoving his hands in his pockets and clench and unclench his fists, pull at whatever loose thread he finds there, do just about anything to stop thinking about the set of footsteps echoing his own.

The man easily reaches his side, they're walking through the intersection when his shoulder bumps into Justin's, he turns to look at him and doesn't do anything to hide how deliberate the move was.

"Sorry." He says without gravitas, his pink lips part in a smile that conveys no friendliness, but snark and other feelings that Justin is not privy to. His eyes, dark and light at the same time, drag very openly over Justin, starting at his leather boots and ending at his own clear, uncomplicated blue eyes. "I haven't seen you around before." He speaks with a thick Irish accent, his voice is steady, but weighed down by the layers of meaning hiding under the surface of each word he utters.

"I'm visiting my grandfather." Justin lowers his eyes to the ground and gestures at the house he's just left. He doesn't dare looking back at it, afraid to see anyone peering through the windows and seeing the exchange.

Long, deft fingers enter his line of vision, they grab onto the golden buttons on his coat and smooth over the forest green fabric, moving upwards until they brush against Justin's chin.

"Oh, a Taylor. A lord, then." He dips his head in a bow, but he sounds like he is mocking him, "Do you have urgent business to attend to?" Justin shakes his head no at his question, dares a glance upwards and feels his breakfast drop so deep inside his stomach that the hunger comes back, only much worse, much more demanding than normal.

The flurry of movements that follow is hard to keep track of, Justin is only looking at the greek slope of the man's nose, at the self-satisfied stretch of his lips as they cross the intersection and quickly disappear in an alley between two mansions. Justin is pushed against a wall, for a brief moment there’s the stench of garbage in the air, until the man in front of him lowers his head towards him and Justin’s nose is hit by the artificial scent of expensive cologne and hints of musk right underneath it, the smell of men he can so easily pick out of any bouquet of scents.

Solid hands make quick work of his golden buttons, Justin instinctively poses his own on them and holds onto the cold skin, half of him in an attempt to slow them, while the other to encourage them.

“What,” He starts and his voice breaks. The man laughs and Justin halts the systems running his body just to gather all his energy to stare and take him in. Brilliant and beautiful, dazzling like the people in songs and paintings. “What is your name?” he tries again as soon as he’s able to retake the reins on his wits.

“Brian.” His voice lowers, it drips slowly like treacle, he raises his chin and squares his shoulders, Justin follows the movement with his eyes and gulps down all the other questions he had been thinking about asking.

"My name is Justin." He says instead, even if the other didn't ask and doesn't seem particularly interested in knowing it. Justin hopes it will stick with him anyway.

"What do you like to do?" Brian asks, he leans his right arm on the wall beside Justin's face, while his left hand still fidgets with his buttons, this time they are the small, round ones cut from mother-of-pearl keeping his shirt closed.

A smile breaches Justin's lips, he is so pleased by the idle conversation, it's just enough to help him keep his mind off the anxiety clamouring right under his skin."Uhm… Painting, listening to music…" 

Brian laughs, it feels sort of pointed, genuinely amused, but still mocking, "I mean in more… Private settings." He explains and his head dips until his lips brush right against his left temple as he speaks. Justin’s mouth opens and his jaw goes slack at hearing someone be so upfront.

"Oh," Justin clears his throat and almost chokes on his spit, the anxiety now reaching heights that cross any expectation he could have ever had.

"Do you like to give it? Do you prefer taking it?" The question immediately transports Justin back to the military academy he's just been driven away from. The hushed whispers of his shy, aristocratic roommates asking him in big boisterous words whether he wanted to touch them over their slacks or not. 

“Uhm,” Justin shifts on his feet, unsure of what to say. The questions are so straightforward now that it’s impossible to search and find in them some sort of innocent meaning. The issue becomes all jumbled up in his head anyway, he’s never really taken or given anything in these situations and he can’t imagine what he could be giving or taking in an alleyway a few metres away from his grandfather’s house.

“I don’t have all morning.” The man, Brian, straightens up, “Do you want to?” He asks, he narrows his eyes and peers right into Justin. Justin is not completely sure what he’s agreeing to, but he finds himself nodding enthusiastically, his hands grasp the other man’s tighter and guide them more forcefully towards his half opened shirt.

Brian’s fingers are nimble and used to touching to provoke pleasure. Justin squirms and trembles as he traces the faint lines of his muscles, the sensitive skin of his nipples, hard and dark pink in the chilly air.

“You’re pretty.” Brian says against his chest, his lips press kisses on his sternum as he slowly lowers himself to his knees, “Wish I had the time to fuck you.”

The word sounds so loud in the early morning silence, Justin feels it echo and bounce off the walls all around them. For a moment his panic convinces him the entirety of the west end must have heard it, but then the buttons keeping the crotch of his pants closed are undone with ease and his half hardness stands out in the open. Anyone could take a wrong turn, or a maid could come trotting out of one of the houses surrounding them and see them. They would end up on the first page of the Inquirer Weekly and then in jail and Justin’s father will absolutely never forgive him then.

“Hey,” Brian says and looks up from where he’s kneeling on the pavement, “Are you still with me?” he asks, darting his eyes betwixt Justin’s face and his shrinking erection. 

“This is a bit,” Justin starts, he scratches his throat, almost claws at it out of frustration, wanting so much what he is being offered, but also being deathly afraid of anyone finding out, “What if someone sees?”

“Who? No one’s staying in these houses, they’ve been empty for quite a while.” Brian arches an eyebrow, his hot palms lay on Justin’s thighs and he caresses him gently, an attempt at soothing him that’s working only marginally against the thoughts rushing in his head. He raises back on his feet and Justin hates himself for having ruined the chance to lay with such a gorgeous man. “It’s fine, dear. Don’t worry about it.” He can tell he’s trying to be gracious, his pants are terribly tented and he can’t stop himself from biting on his lips, as if holding himself back from saying anything more. Justin feels Brian’s lips kiss his temple and then sees him take a step back, retracing the path they’ve followed to find this isolated, secretive angle.

Justin feels him slip through his fingers, his eyes are fixed on the lines of his nose, his jaw, any detail of his features, the beautiful mix of green and amber in his eyes and in a moment he’s stepping forward, “No.” He says, more to himself than the other man, and rises on his toes to kiss him fiercely. It’s clumsier than he would have liked, but the wet slide of their lips is ensnaring to him, the sound alone is enough to make his knees buckle under his weight. His cock is hard again, harder than it’s ever been, Brian touches him again and he fears he might come just with that alone.

Brian doesn’t speak anymore, doesn’t ask leading questions, doesn’t mock and laugh at him. Although he does moan, deep and guttural in Justin’s ears, he kisses him and keeps a tight hold on the back of Justin’s head and his cock. Justin isn’t able to appreciate the scope of sensations he is experiencing, his extremities feel as cold as ice as if all the blood and warmth of his body were concentrating between his legs and in the left hand, secured tightly around Brian.

They stroke each other to completion in no time, Justin feels himself go a little crossed eyed as he pushes as close to Brian as he can, demanding to be kissed, while nearing his climax. Brian indulges him, but he also shifts the positions of their bodies until Justin’s coming against a wall instead of Brian’s clothes. Brian is coming mere seconds later, his hot breath marking Justin’s neck and his hand fidgeting with the strands of his blonde hair.

“Now, this is what I call a good morning.” Brian smiles slyly, Justin’s blood is finally free to roam the entirety of his body and it rushes to his face, showing just how embarrassed he feels by what he’s just done. Quickly they both dress themselves, Justin doesn’t need the help, but he doesn’t protest when Brian reaches around him and he tucks his spent cock back into his trousers, “Thank you for the generous breakfast.” He says and with a slap to Justin’s ass he walks out of the alleyway. Justin is left fidgeting with the buttons of his shirt until he realises what has just happened. He lowers his head, torn between the elation left behind by his orgasm and the need for more. His eyes see a small booklet on the floor, without thinking about it he bends down and picks it up.

He runs, his steps sound awfully loud, despite the fact that most of the lords, ladies, misters and madams inhabiting the houses around him have woken up and have started flooding the streets. Justin is sure he can still see Brian’s wide shoulders walk forward, far from him, but before he can pick up his running again, he is caught, captured by his grandfather’s hand on his shoulder, “Accompany me to the club, boy.” he says in a tone that won’t allow anything other than affirmative answers.

So Justin is left behind, as they wait for the carriage, with the badge of an inspector detective of the metropolitan police in his hands, bound in black leather and hiding the picture of the man he just saw come apart in an empty alley.

[wvrricrs]

𝐄𝐔𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑

full biography here !

baby , baby , baby boy -- bullet bio under the cut hehe <3

this is eugene denver ! he was the victor of the sixty seventh annual hunger games. he currently lives in district six's victor's village , his cat , lil garden , and a whole lot of guilt ! he is a part of the uprising , please don't ask him about it. he's bad at keeping secrets.

TW FOR CANON TYPICAL COERCED SEX WORK !!!

eugene grew up the son of a train conductor , something that was a big deal in district six , something not any one can boast. his mother is a school teacher . they both tell him that he can do anything he wants to with his life , that he can grow up and see the world. he grew up comfortable , with a false sense of security, and a knack for the way trains work.

the capitol sends eugene’s family bags of coal every week — in their eyes, it’s easier to send it directly to who will be using it. eugene’s job is to cut open the bags and sort them into smaller bags for each day. his family gives him three advantages over any one in his district or below — he’s fed more than almost any one in his district, he’s strong, and he knows his way around a sharp object. he knows the best way

when he is reaped, his mother holds him so tightly, he thinks he might not even make it to games. his mother holds him like she’s saying goodbye — and really, this is probably for the best. his father is less realistic, puts a hand on his shoulder and tells him that he simply must do whatever it takes. he tells him that it's okay to do whatever he needs to do, that he won’t love him any less. he promises his father that he will do it, that he'll make it out alive.

he makes good on that promise.

he is darling in interviews & capitolites love it. he’s such a cute kid, they say. i’m sure he’ll be such a looker when he’s older. the boy is a charmer. his escort tells him it’s a good thing — he’s so skinny, how will he ever beat those big careers ? ( he remembers being a "big kid" in six . much bigger than some of his peers . it is a shock to the system to go from being hated for having meat on your bones to being disregarded for being so small . )

he is brutal in the arena . no one sees it coming , not even him . eugene denver is the name sounded across the arena . across the capitol . across all of panem . he does not feel like a victor until he is clean , until he is back at his mother's kitchen , dinner given to him with a smile .

they don't have him open coal bags any more, however, having seen every minute of the massacre .

the day of his eighteenth birthday, he begins being whisked back and forth to the captiol. and it doesn’t end until he is not a capitolite darling any more. he's not sure when it happens -- when he slips from public's favor . at least now he can be alone . at least now he can live in peace .

& then the war darkens his doorstep .

and he remembers that somethings are worth fighting for .

[discordiansamba]

Suki's an idiot too, because she joins the Avatar.

She knows full well that he'll still be pursuing him. He figures he has to keep up the act for at least a little while. He needs to work himself up to committing to full blown treason- mostly because he knows it will be betraying his Uncle, who very clearly cares about him a lot. He doesn't want to hurt him more than he has to.

Which is why he's so confused when he wakes up and finds that he's neither on his ship, nor is he in Suki's house. For a brief moment he wonders with horror if they've added a third person to the mix- but he knows Suki's body inside and out. He doesn't even really need to touch her face to know he's her right now.

"Suki?" The Water Tribe girl blinks blearily at him. "What's wrong?"

Crap.

Zuko takes in a deep breath, and puts on his best impersonation of Suki. If he can fool people who have known them both for years, he can fool people she's just met. He tells the Water Tribe girl that everything's fine. Go back to sleep. She yawns and rolls over in her bedroll. He waits until she's definitely asleep again, before he goes digging around in Suki's pack.

She's left him a note, thank Agni. She says she's sorry, because she knows this will inconvenience them both- but she just couldn't sit back on Kyoshi Island and do nothing. He thinks he gets it, so he can't really be too mad. She graciously also made sure to give him a quick rundown of recent events- about how the Avatar arrived right after he left.

His name is Aang, and he was apparently asleep in an iceberg for a hundred years (what). The two Water Tribe kids are Sokka and Katara, and the sky bison and lemur are Appa and Momo. She brought her Kyoshi Warrior gear with her, if he needs it. He easily finds her fans, flicking one open before tucking it back away. He quietly pursues the rest of her pack, familiarizing himself with its contents.

By the time everyone wakes up for real, he thinks he's got it figured out. He briefly wonders if the Avatar will sense anything amiss, but he doesn't even bat an eye at him. As far as they're concerned, he's Suki. They travel for two days before it becomes clear that no one in this group knows where they're going. He's just about to direct them to a nearby village when they stumble upon an earthbender around his age, practicing in secret.

Apparently the village is a Fire Nation colony. He has to admit- there's something deeply funny about breaking the terms of his banishment without actually breaking the terms of his banishment. Zuko can't enter the colonies- but he's not Zuko right now. He's Suki. She can go wherever she wants. Less amusing is the fact that they're apparently rounding up any earthbenders in the area and arresting them... which is exactly what happens to the kid, Haru.

What happens next is truly ridiculous.

Katara gets arrested for fake earthbending, and they follow the ship she was taken on in secret. Zuko as Suki suggests that they take the Warden hostage in order to spring the prisoners- which gets him a wide eyed stare. What? It would be effective- and it doesn't sound like Katara's inspirational speech did much good. Besides, it's not even like he's broken character. Suki would suggest the same thing if she were here.

They don't need to in the end. Aang dredges up coal from deep within the prison rig, and the prisoners find their spirit again. Zuko's glad he's had the occasion to train with Suki's fans as much as he has his own dao. They take back the prison rig, steal several of the ships that were near completion, and destroy the rest.

On the way back, Katara laments losing her necklace. He makes a mental note to go back for it. It must be somewhere on the rig. That'll have to wait until he's himself again.

(It takes another two days. He pops back into his body in the middle of firebending training and barely avoids a fire blast to the face. COME ON.)

some more fun facts about the suki zuko bodyswap au

suki kind of weirds out everyone who knows zuko, because they can't shake the feeling that this girl they've never met in their lives is somehow incredibly familiar to them. except for ozai. ozai doesn't pay enough attention to zuko to even notice.

suki: aang can I beat ozai up just a little bit?

aang: ...okay just a little.

suki, smiling as she cracks her knuckles. she has a childhood of neglect to pay back to his ugly face.

when they reunite after the finale, one moment suki is on the airship looking down at the fire nation courtyard... and the next she's clutching at her chest like. OW. what did he DO?

katara: hi suki. zuko took lightning for me.

suki: ow. this sucks.

(she kicks zuko for it later)

zuko: i deserved that, but you just kicked your own body.

suki: worth it.

(the lightning scar club gains an unofficial third member)

suki is really good at pretending to be zuko when she's in his body. it's second nature to her. it's a little harder to break the habit when the secret's out in the open and she can just act like herself anymore. this leads to a situation where zuko is acting like himself in suki's body but suki is still acting like zuko. two zukos for the price of one.

they will later realize how funny this is and do it on purpose sometimes. they will also occasionally pretend to swap without actually swapping and see how long it takes anyone to notice.

(iroh will always play along)

toph will eventually get the hang of telling them apart no matter what... and immediately also decides to play along.

toph: it's easy to tell them apart, actually. suki's always cooler than zuko.

zuko: HEY

sokka goes to give his girlfriend a good morning kiss and she just shoves him away. oh. hey zuko.

zuko: hey.

iroh looking between his 'nephew' and the kyoshi warrior at the north pole and finally understanding just who it is that his nephew has been swapping bodies with this entire time.

(...should he make more accommodations for a young lady? no, she seems entirely unbothered.)

'suki' pulls 'zuko' aside while they're all resting after facing azula in the events of the chase. what are you doing? you can't just join us! we'll have to stay like this the whole time!

suki just kind of panicked. iroh was injured, and she knew katara would be able to heal him. everything else just kind of snowballed from there. it'll be fine though, right? you already considered this back with aang after you escaped pohuai.

zuko just sighs like. yeah okay. you've got a point.

[sunnydayjackass]

I got a scenario/ question I want a second head to help think on; What if Sunshine had a sibling (whether younger/older/twin doesn't matter) with whom they are v close and lived within their apartment-- basically joined at the hip. Would Jack if intimidated/threatened by them on any level? Especially if that sibling somehow got the suspicion that something is amiss in general or with their family member. Personally think it'd be a mixed bag in the beginning with the initial end goal of gently getting Sunshine's sibling out of the way, via helping/swaying things into their favor to distract them enough to where they move away or something. However if push came to shove and truly had no other options, Jack would be extremely reluctant but would "persuade" them to "venture away", especially if at some point that sibling was somehow magically able to see and talk to Jack at some point too. (Sorry if this is too out there and such but I couldn't help but think could be an interesting "route" to explore. I thought sharing it would be cool.)

Oh buddy I can input on that. I'm the oldest of four and we're a tight knit bunch. Sorry if this is a lil babbly

One thing, sibs know when somethings up usually. It's like a fuckin spidey sense-not always that something is wrong. But there's a notice that something is different. Jack would be difficult to hide and whatever lie that would be brought up-sibs defo poke at that. It just comes with the territory. I know my siblings would be on my ass nearly immediately just as I would be on theirs lol. We respect each other's lives and privacy as much as siblings can but there'd always be that "...tf is up with you?" With maybe an lol tacked on there.

How Jack would take it is very much hinging on the personality/relationship of the sibling. On one hand- it's so wonderful you have a sibling and he wishes he could meet/interact with them proper. On the other hand, it's someone taking time from you. One central trait I've noticed with yanderes is absolutely to isolate their target from friends and family, making them entirely reliant on them instead. While as good as that may sound to Jack, he doesn't strike me as being super malicious or wanting to hurt you.

Jack would sulk and pout, maybe guilt you that he misses you and that he feels neglected. I think so long as there was a balance of sorts or you finding ways to stealthly include him- it wouldn't be too much of an issue. But it's really a short term solution if thr sibling is living in the apartment as it takes away a LOT of his freedoms with you. He'd slowly start planting the seeds of that it's better for you to get your own place or for your sibling to.

In that line of thought, I could see Jack stoking coals to ignite conflict between siblings. Petty little things that build and build and make things tense and/or awkward until one of you took the initiative to move out solo. It isn't something he necessarily enjoys doing but he lives here too and now just feels like a guest. This is simply a better solution for everyone and that's what he'll justify to himself.

If they can somehow interact with him and see him, I think initially he'd be pretty elated! He can be introduced proper, he can talk about you- hear stories about you, it's someone else who loves you but isn't viewed as a problem. Jack won't want to view them as one unless they really push to be. Things are complicated enough, he would try to avoid that as much as possible.

However if they can interact with him and do become a problem, Jack's means of handling it are very passive aggressive and petty. Anything that can go wrong will go wrong. He isn't above using the power that he has either be it to haunt their dreams, gaslight them, make them delicately question everything...he wouldn't go so far as breaking them- he wouldn't do that to Sunshine. But shit defo goes down and ultimately, Jack is gonna get his way.

[boeingboingboing]

So, I've seen like nobody ever talked about the Trains in WoC. Thought maybe I'll shed some light on them too. These guys are way too underrated.

There aren't alot actually. I wanted to first talk and tell about these 4 trains:- Trev Diesel, Stephenson, Pramath and Muir

-> Trev Diesel:-

• His Bio:- Working for the Pacific Flyer Railroad, Trev Diesel has seen a lot of changes alongside his tracks. He's witnessed the coming of the North American Californian Interstate then the disappearance part of many of the small towns he somehow used to pass through, but he's still going strong. He still loves pulling a long haul across the North American desert at night throughout his outstanding railroad night shift journeys. It's so peaceful - just Trev, the full Luna moon, and the North American jackalopes.He has seen a lot in his time on the railroad, from the dawn of the North American Californian Interstate to the vanishing of tiny towns. Through it all, Trev chugs on strongly and loves nothing more than a nighttime trip across the desert, beneath the full Luna moon - the well-known one thing in Trev's life that remains constant.

-> Stephenson:-

His Bio:- Stephenson is a state-of-the-art bullet train. On paper, he runs twice daily, from Kent to London, but in reality, he's a British high-speed spy train, who scrambles switchboards, hops international rail lines, and can make it from Dover to Porto Corsa in five hours. He has no dining car and no spare compartment because he's filled with the finest in high-tech, classified spy gear and probably has a few secret agents aboard. So don't bother waiting for him at the station...

-> Pramath:-

• His Bio:- Pramath joined the Kashmir Railway to get away from it all. More than anything' this train hoped to find a quiet, remote place to live, and trekking through the Himalayas seemed the perfect resolution. He found the quiet rides through the mountain tunnels of the Pir Panjal range peaceful and therapeutic; that is, until he nearly had a head-on collision with Dusty Crophopper.

-> Muir:-

• His Bio:-The Piston Peak Railway transports millions of visitors to the Fusel Lodge every year. This is a huge job, and it takes a big engine; thankfully; Muir can handle the challenge. With enough coal, he can pull an astounding 18,000 tons of railcars behind him! With that much power, he'll be coming around the mountain just fine. It is known that he feels sensitive whenever a wildfire occurs, especially when burning trees fall and block his path.

🚆Thoughts I had/Headcanons I made:-

• In Trev and Pramath's bio, notice that both of them enjoy being alone and love quiet and peaceful routes. Maybe most Trains tend to have this in common with one another. After all, trains getting chances to socialize is low due to them only being able to move on rails.

• Trains are very caring and polite generally. But when you meet an overworked and tired train, its best to avoid doing anything stupid. Especially freight trains lmao, best to avoid them since they would be sleep derived most of the times.

• From not getting the proper sleep required for one to being overworked no matter what weather or circumstance. These guys are probably (one of) the most hard working vehicles in WoC, and they don't have a choice but to do what they are meant to.

• As a train, you really have limited options for, well, everything. Not much different from how much a ship has either honestly.

↳ But I'm sure trains wouldn't have stayed quiet. So maybe new facilities for them were introduced over time too.

• Trains are indeed very observant. They are pretty much attentive to every small detail around them in any matter.

• They are pretty much good in solving their own problems (since asking help is pretty difficult in most situations, i think this would be developed by most[?])

• They tend to easily adapt to one area.

• "What's sleep?" - said every frieght train (or those on tight schedules)

• Wants something? Literally works their ass off without thinking of asking anyone.

- i guess that's all my head is able to think of--