#was it harder to die? or harder to be the one who survived? | headcanon & meta.

[druidonity2]

My last two brain cells being investigated for identity theft and corruption.

[everymlmhybrid]

this part genuinely makes me feel like eating dry wall like i can't explain how i feel about it without making some of you finally tire of me and block me about it i think

[dis-4str0]

parkour civilization headcanons (YAYAYY)

i have been thinking a lot about the movies recently so here are my dumb silly headcanons because they make me very excited and wanna jump about :PP

inspo from: @finlin000 @harvocel

spoilers? small general tw

evbo and other parkour noobs were extremely malnourished, they were starving essentially, especially since they ate raw meat all the time

because of it being raw meat I think many if you didn’t die or get sent to prisons for reasons you would probably die or get sick often from consuming raw meat, especially if they didn’t change it out often. you could probably imagine the amounts of parasites people consumed because of it

the moment evbo was no longer a parkor noob he refused to eat chicken. even when it is cooked. just the smell or possible mention of it probably making him gag and get flashbacks of having to force down the slimy substance without throwing up (which he did a few times) over and over. Same goes for raw beef but a little less since he managed to tolerate it later.

less angst, more about technicals (idk) >:| !

leather boots for noobs are horrible. after a few years (if one survives long enough) they probably start to rot and fall apart. those things stick like hell since noobs don’t have resources to take care of them. They only benefit being they might grip the ground better.

noob class is the poor class in a kindom, they live in poverty and fear and are only really there to be test subjects (as seen in the prisons) or just a population ig. They are kinda like toys for high class

parkour pro’s have way better boots. They are more sturdy, easier to keep clean and done but nothing too fancy, they are built for work. boots aren’t customizable. more foot at our though

parkour pro’s are the work class of parkour civilization, along with that they are also probably some of the more parkour training focused of the levels (masters as well but probably starting off of knowledged learned as a pro)

the lost civilization (chain or the advanced) is centered around knowledge, mostly around parkour but they are the only level with books/library’s (I think), this also led to the level finding out about parkour racing

parkour advanced boots are like iron except a little more practical. Leg armor and padding armor for the longer jumps on the level too. Especially since they had different areas with different types of parkour

if there was a parkour religion it would mostly be centered on the advanced level

parkour masters are the level of wealth and riches, yes they still have some form of jobs but they run the economy

when you become a parkour master you get the standard gold boots but you are able to customize them to your liking. They can be tailored towards the specific user (example seawatt’s boot are more sandal like.) the boots now have knee padding too and are made to withstand harder and higher jumps

masters like to show off their boots and skills, a lot.

parkour champions have there boots custom made with great care and detail (maybe by a parkour pro or above). Only mad with the best material. stretch up the leg to around the knees. mostly likely always enchanted (hence the regeneration and lack of hunger)

it is an honor to be the one who gets to make the boots though

the parkour champion is treated like the royalty of society and the higher the level you have, the influence you have too.

thats about most of them but I might edit later with more cause I am tired and wanna sleep. Yay 🎉:))

[midnightsunnyday]

Random Headcanons About The World of Obey Me!:

Possible trigger warnings: mentions of self-harm and child birth.

Angels and demons don't age physically like humans, obviously. 100 years is roughly about one human year and so on. Lucifer, for example, existed before the beginnings of humanity and even time itself. Take that as you will.

Demons can't die. Technically. They can be injured, feel pain, even get sick, but they cannot experience "true death" as they will always regenerate themselves, regardless of the amount of time it takes to do so. However, during periods of intense physical trauma, they can return to what they call "the darkness before." It was once that Beelzebub experienced such a place after being seriously injured while protecting one of his brothers. When asked to describe it, the only answer he could give was simply, "boring."

That being said, there are ways to kill a demon, permanently, but doing so would require rather ancient and powerful magic, as well as finding a way to remove them from the cycle of creation itself. And the more powerful the demon, the harder it is to do. Demons like Barbatos, in this case, are virtually unkillable.

There are some demons who suffer through what is known as "cessation sickness." Symptoms include extreme fatigue, depression, migraines, bouts of forgetfulness, apeirophobia, and self-harm.

Children's television and interactive media in the Devildom is a bit more "eerie" than that of the human world. Think of Candle Cove or Fun with Amanda type of programs on the regular. What a human child or adult might see as disturbing is downright hilarious to a demon child. Speaking of children...

Demons, at least during certain occasions, are infertile. An immortal species has no need to consistently repopulate itself, after all. Yet every hundred years or so, demons do experience what is basically a mating season. The season lasts for only a moon, making the window to concieve very short. During this time, demons who are interested in baring children will build mating dens and perform certain rituals for their partners. Said experience is also very physically demanding and can take multiple, multiple attempts. Concieving a child, let alone bringing one to term, is not only rare but when successful, warrants a celebration that can last for days.

Demons who wish not to perform in said actions are offered alternatives. Substances that extinguish the need to mate are available during the season. It goes without saying that Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, Mephistophles, other royals, as well as the rest of the brothers, have found said alternatives mandatory...for obvious reasons.

Demon anatomy is...weird. Depending on the demon, there usually isn't one set amount of organs or parts, which makes Anatomy 101 even more confusing. Leviathan, for example, has three hearts (being kinda like a fish has its benefits).

When Diavolo closed the portals between realms, some demons were caught off from their main source of substance: human flesh and souls. Some either adapted, finding new ways to procure their energy, or went insane and needed to be exposed of (the incubi/ sucubi species were hit the hardest by this). Survival of the fittest is quite literal in the Devildom.

Demons weren't always like the ones you see now. Primordial demons were much more terrifying and closer to the ones most humans envision when they think of a devil. Most demons are capable of reverting to said forms, yet only under extreme circumstances.

Some may ask why exactly demons and angels look so close to mortals in appearance. One reason is that maintaining such a simple, bipedal form is easier for everyday mobility. You'd be surprised how difficult it is to walk through a door with hundreds of appendages or enjoy an iced latte when you're several stories tall or even hold a simple conversation without driving the person you're attempting to converse with into madness. Another reason is hunting, at least for demons. Luring in human prey is easier when they don't immediately run away screaming. And if you're one of "those types," mating. Let's just say things get messy and downright impossible when one partner doesn't have the proper biology.

Demons, for the most part, were always destructive, insatiable, and chaotic evil creatures. This began to change when certain primordial demons bred with other demons close in "emotional capacity" and created clans. Those clans eventually became kingdoms, and those who rule them now sit atop the hierarchy of the nine circles of hell. Lord Diavolo's ancestry, for example, leads back to the very beginnings of the Devildom and have stood there for eons.

The avatars are merely a physical representation of the sin that already exists within humans. They do not cause humans to sin just by merely being near them, though they can influence a sin if it's already there. Because of this, avatars are very good at sensing their sins and tend to be drawn to places that hold them the most. It's why Mammon and Asmodeus particularly love nightclubs.

Mammon tried his hand in the human stock exchange once and was found to be so good at it that he nearly collapsed the world economy. There's a reason Lucifer forbids Mammon from interfering with any human related trade or commerce.

Lucifer doesn't particularly care for most of his human created depictions in art or media. Satan also holds a slight gripe as well.

Lucifer, Belphegor, and Asmodeus have the ability to mimic voices. Asmodeus for...obvious reasons, Belphegor for more malicious purposes, and Lucifer only on rare occasions. Though when he's really spiteful, he'll use it to mimic MCs voice to draw Mammon out of hiding.

The brothers wonder how Belphegor, despite never seeming to work or...do much of anything, tends to have an ample amount of Grimm. Being known as the "demon of invention" has its perks. Along with being able to enter other's dreams, he can also influence those to pursue in certain endeavors that are bound to fail and lead nowhere (rather silly to bet on dreams with the avatar of sloth, huh)? When they inevitably do fail, Belphegor offers them a simple deal: a reasonable fee for the eternal, continuous, autonomous ownership of their soul. Most, of course, pay.

[midnightstargazer]

Do you have any favourite regulus headcanons?

So, so many of them. Where do I even start?

He had a summer birthday, making him almost two years younger than Sirius but only one year below him at school

His favorite cousin was Narcissa - even as a young child, but especially after Sirius was disowned. While everyone else expected him to be pleased at being the heir now and eager to be rid of a "blood traitor," she spoke with him in private and told him it was okay if he had mixed feelings or missed Sirius. She was the only one who considered that that might be the case, because she had gone through something similar with Andromeda.

He was naturally bright, but not so much that everything came easily; he still had to work hard in order to do well in school. He did excel at some subjects, though, especially Ancient Runes and Defense Against the Dark Arts. He dropped Divination and Herbology as soon as possible, the former because he didn't have the Sight, and the latter because, as far as he was concerned, digging around in the dirt was beneath his dignity.

He was nearly but not quite a hatstall and spent his Sorting ceremony absolutely terrified, begging for Slytherin while the hat considered the pros and cons of the various options. One of the reasons it hesitated so long was that it could tell he wanted to go there at least partially out of fear and thought he might have more room to grow as a person in one of the other Houses. It was probably right - but that doesn't mean it was wrong in its final decision.

He loved playing Quidditch and was really good at it.

If he had been an animagus, his animal form would have been a crow.

He was prejudiced about blood status, but could be polite when it suited him. Especially at the Slug Club. He wasn't friendly or welcoming towards Slughorn's Muggle-born favorites, but he carefully avoided showing any overt hostility - at least when Slughorn was watching.

In another life, he might have been a scholar (he was very interested in the academic side of magic), an artist (he painted the family crest above his bed himself), or a dueling champion (he was highly skilled with combative magic).

He joined the Death Eaters entirely by choice.

He was the youngest person ever recruited as a Death Eater until Draco Malfoy during the second war. Narcissa was well aware of this, and it was one of the reasons she insisted Draco was too young.

He had a soft spot for Kreacher. He didn't necessarily see him as an equal, but he felt genuine affection for him and appreciated his loyalty. He was furious on Kreacher's behalf when he found out what Voldemort had done.

He didn't get along with Sirius and would probably have said he hated him, but he never stopped thinking of him as his brother.

He went to the cave expecting to die and preferring to die on his own terms rather than be made an example of by Voldemort.

As he was drowning, he regretted not trying harder to survive.

[tumblingghosts]

heyy backpacks!!! i've been having some sheaf time travel thoughts lately, where she tries to stop herself and panlo dying in the bombing so they actually have a chance to participate and work their plan (headcanon that they would've worked together during the games).

it works but she keeps getting so close in the games. seeing panlo die over and over again. she slowly realises that maybe surviving the bombing and playing the games isn't what she needs to do. she - and the other tributes who, begrudgingly, she's become quite fond of - need to escape.

hope u don't mind me leaving this here !!

hi bel!! (sorry it took me forever to reply!)

omg sheaf in a time loop!! here we go-

the very first time sheaf dies (book events), it's succumbing to her injuries after the bombing. she barely lives past otto (who clearly has issues with her for some reason), and wakes up back on the train. it takes her a bit to realize that she's back, rather than just waking up from a horrific nightmare, but as events start to repeat, she starts to plan. she's got a second chance, and she can't afford to waste it!

sheaf tries to subtly save brandy, just to spare herself and everyone from that terrible "funeral", but it doesn't work. she thinks she's subverted the event when brandy gets her hands on the cheese sandwich without slitting arachne's throat, but arachne doesn't magically learn a lesson, and is back the next day taunting brandy again, this time with a bottle of water. sheaf should have expected that brandy would not take the taunts lying down, knife or no knife, and when brandy smashes the bottle on the bars and stabs arachne in the throat, it is almost instinct when she grabs panlo and pulls him to the ground, right before the peacekeepers open fire.

sheaf might not have known brandy, but it's still awful watching the girl get filled with bullets. twice over now. she does manage survive the arena bombing this time, and save panlo too, so that's a plus. she makes it all the way to the arena and thinks the odds are alright. alliances have been made, but she and panlo are working together, so they can make it far, she hopes. she barely makes it a minute into the games thanks to otto, who shoots her with a crossbow. she stumbles, and he shoots her again. sheaf has no idea what his problem is. she dies, and wakes back up on the train.

it's at this point that she realizes that it wasn't a second chance, it was potentially unlimited chances. she's the only one who is being sent back like this as far as she knows, so she must be sent back for a reason, right? maybe this is a kindness, something in the universe saying that she should get to go home. so that's what she plans to do, she will win these games and go home. even if the only people that would have missed her were the others at the orphanage. even if most of d9 didn't want her back.

so she tries again. sheaf has a grudge against otto by this point, because seriously, what is that guy's deal? why is he so intent on hating her when she can't think of a single thing that she's done to him? she tries to save brandy again. it doesn't work. she makes it past the arena bombing, but it isn't enough to save panlo. he gets out with injuries, and the vet the capitol sends doesn't do enough for him, and he succumbs to his injuries. sheaf isn't prepared to go into the arena without him, and ends up dying to coral & co.

she wakes up back at the train again. she tries harder to save brandy, and succeeds! it takes snapping at arachne and shouting until the capitol girl leaves in a huff, but brandy is alive. it sparks up an alliance, and sheaf gets to know tanner and brandy better. panlo is hesitant at first, but more allies means a higher chance of survival, right? that's good, at least at the start. no one wants to talk about the case of what happens if it comes down to the four of them.

things go sideways at the arena bombing. arachne is still bitter that sheaf shouted at her (rightfully so) and makes sure that she and brandy are far away from sheaf/androcles in the arena tour. sheaf manages to save herself and panlo, but arachne and brandy die in the bombing. tanner is not doing well in the aftermath of brandy's death, and the alliance turns shaky. they're still allied when they go in, but when the three of them end up in a fight against coral and mizzen, sheaf gets injured in the process. panlo gets worried over her, and that hesitation is enough for coral to kill him. sheaf doesn't survive much past that.

next time, she tries even harder. maybe the solution here is to ally with coral and mizzen? there is plenty of wariness, especially since they killed her, but if they're allies, then she's safe, right? she tries to get herself and panlo in an alliance with them, but coral rebuffs them, saying that she and mizzen bring more advantage to them than they provide to her. she's not wrong, but sheaf is still put off by it. she gets to talking with brandy and tanner again, who are far more wary thinking that they're her "second choice" after seeing her talking with coral. sheaf isn't able to save brandy this time. tanner joins the pack. sheaf dies to otto again. she's seriously hating the boy from six now.

in the next loop, she confronts him over it when he makes a threatening motion to her. panlo sticks up for her, which only seems to make otto angrier. the argument doesn't go anywhere, but otto seems to kill her in the arena even quicker than that second time. it isn't until she sees the way he's glancing at panlo before glaring at her that it clicks.

she is more than a little bitter that the reason otto hated her so much was because he has a crush on panlo. seriously? if that was the case, then she was far from competition, since she had absolutely zero romantic interest in panlo. she tells him so to his face, because she might as well. maybe he wouldn't kill her over it. and if he did, then she'd just wake up back at the train again. otto denies it all, but it doesn't take much to see that he's lying. panlo is more than a little put off by it, but he's still up to ally with sheaf.

she manages to make it a little further in the arena this time. otto avoids her and panlo this time, but their mentors aren't sending food because they're playing safe. sheaf is annoyed, but she isn't like coral and mizzen. she thinks she can kill if it comes down to that, but she doesn't have the same physical strength that panlo does. making enemies by attacking people first is a sure way to die if they fail to finish them off. it's a slow path to starving, and the snakes that come are almost a mercy.

sheaf wakes up in the train and decides that those rainbow snakes are a terrifying way to die. she tries over and over and over again in dozens of different ways, getting further and further into the games with each iteration of events that she finds working. it's one selfish path that sees her as the victor- not saving brandy, hiding with panlo, taking out anyone sneakily in the tunnels if they cross their paths, and being ready to climb and avoid the snakes. lucy gray sings, and the snakes do not attack her. she's done this once before, but now she knows of the snake that lucy gray is hiding up her sleeve and acts quicker. that's it. there's blood on sheaf's hands, of so many lives that it had taken to get to this point, but the games are over.

she's won. she's finally won, and she can go home.

except, she is declared victor, and wakes up back on the train still. sheaf has a bit of a breakdown at that. so many tries, so many repetitions, she's finally been able to win, and that wasn't it? why was she repeating all this if not to get home? and she thinks she understands. it's the same reason that she was not surprised to hear her name. d9 did not want an orphan like her to come back. they wanted someone useful, someone like panlo. all these loops were to get panlo home, she thinks, and she starts again with that new goal.

except- that isn't it either. sheaf takes a dozen tries and a dozen more to get the right set of events for them to survive through it all. then it's down to only the two of them. sheaf and panlo. panlo does not want to die, but he does not want to kill her either. it's fine. sheaf has died plenty, and she knows all the ways to die first. he'll be the victor. he'll get to go home. sheaf will make sure of it. and she takes herself out of the games. sheaf dies, and she wakes again.

sheaf freaks out even harder than she had when she realized that her being victor wasn't the solution. if her winning wasn't the end, and panlo winning wasn't the end, then what was it? and as she's dumped in the capitol zoo, as she goes through the motions all over again, she comes to her realization. sheaf keeps brandy from killing arachne, and she thinks you deserve to go home. sheaf diffuses the one-sided beef with otto and thinks you deserve to go home. sheaf does her best to get them all through the arena bombing, and that thought rights through her mind with each tribute. you deserve to go home, i deserve to go home, we all deserve to go home.

so she starts off with a new plan. get them all out of hunger games. that loop is a bit of a loss, but she wakes up again and immediately talks with the other tributes in the cattle car she's in. (i'm going with d3 in this case) sheaf lays everything out about the time travel and loops. obviously, they're super skeptical, but she's been through this a lot and had gathered a bit of information about circ and teslee. it's not much, but it's definitely more than a girl from a different district should know about them if they truly "just met". and that's enough to create a tentative alliance.

by the time they reach the zoo, they've brainstormed a few ideas, and try to get the other tributes roped in on it. no one wants to die in the arena, but a risky plan where the capitol might to worse to them and their families if caught? it's a hard sell. no one is going to snitch, but not many are willing to join up. at this point, sheaf knows her mentor is useless (at least in regards to wanting to help her), but there's three that she knows always comes around: lucy gray's mentor, marcus's mentor, and brandy's mentor.

arachne is obviously not an option because she has zero sympathy for their situation. just because she consistently appears doesn't mean that sheaf has any interest in trying to appeal to such an unpleasant person. she's been put off by coriolanus from the amount of times that she's seen him act when hopping aboard the tribute truck (she's pretty sure he's only out to help lucy gray, and would see her dead to support "his" tribute).

so that leaves sejanus, and she knows he'll be around with the sandwiches soon. however, sheaf knows she can't talk to him for long without making it suspicious, so they have to get marcus on board the plan. this turns out to be much more difficult than planned because marcus has some personal beef with sejanus, which is where they learn that sejanus is actually from d2.

downside is that marcus is still resistant to talking to sejanus. upside is that the other tributes learning that sejanus is district gets them on board- there's hope there.

if he's not actually capitol, then he might actually be willing to help an escape plan, right? (ik this is supposed to be sheaf-centric but my brain inserts sejanus into everything) with the power of peer pressure (aka mizzen's puppy eyes), marcus reluctantly agrees to talk to sejanus. he's very on board an escape plan and tries to help them as best as he can. the only issue is that it's a very clunky plan & it crashes and burns hard.

sheaf wakes up back on the train with dampened spirits. she isn't completely ready to give up just yet though, so the next couple of loops are information gathering loops. she needs everyone on board, which means she needs a quick way for everyone to trust her for the "ideal" loop. once she gets enough knowledge, she tries over from the start, getting everyone caught up with the "i'm a time traveller & here's info i couldn't have known unless you told me" bit, and they're off with another try to get the heck out of the hunger games. they ultimately decide that they can't escape all at once.

the plan ends up being a mix of everything. it's shouting at arachne and laying into her about her behavior, which veers into the behavior of other visitors in the crowd who also thought taunting them with food was "funny". most storm off in anger, but some who were only spectating are uncomfortable (it's not much yet, but it builds). it's talking with sejanus and getting him to bring supplies that circ and teslee can use to hack the cameras. it's getting close with more sympathetic mentors for more food (in the absence of the visitors that they shouted away) to get them supplied for their escape, and invested enough in them to turn a blind eye when they're taken in for those questionnaires and more than a few of them slip away.

it's the panic of some tributes managing to get away leading to more mistakes happening. it's treech slipping away with the keys to the enclosure. it's reaper, marcus, and panlo wearing peacekeeper uniforms to give the illusion that the cage is still guarded (in uniform, no one can really tell the difference if they're not paying close enough attention). it's sejanus getting the tools for circ and teslee that "coincidentally" see the cameras at the zoo conveniently broken. it's sheaf working extra hard to get friendly with androcles that keeps the news from slandering them as badly as it might have otherwise. and it's one night where all these factors collide where the enclosure turns out completely empty, with no guards, no footage as to where they went, and no signs of a breakout by force.

sheaf has lived the path of the arena and the games many, many, many times, but this is the first that they're all out. she doesn't know where to go from here, but if this escape doesn't work- well. she's got plenty more chances to make sure that she gets it right the next time (or the next, or the next). she's quite done trying to win the capitol's games. sheaf plans to break the entire game apart.

i like to think that they escape from there! there's a lot of different ideas that could happen- like maybe after the loop where she ensures that panlo wins, he joins the loop with her. (aka victors join the time loop) or maybe the loop is iterative. every time she does something right, she wakes up at a new later point, rather than back at the train every time. like after gaining the other tributes' trust, the next time she dies, she wakes up already at the enclosure post-get-thier-trust (basically there's "checkpoints" for each correct action).

in any case, sheaf gets all the tributes working together & out of the capitol. gaul's lab mysteriously gets destroyed. the mentors who were quite attached to their tributes have no clue how that could have happened. highbottom doesn't care enough to continue the games, and stopping them is easy when their popularity had been dropping & there is no head gamemaker pushing for its continuation.

this got pretty long, but it was fun to think about! feel free to send any more thoughts- and thanks for sending this ask bel!! :D

[the-somwthing]

LITTLE BIT OF UHH 3RD LIFE SCOTTISHBEANS I WROTE JUST NOW HEHEHE

Takes place in the last session (in an au where there’s like. More time between events than just an hour or so.)

This is supposed to be a later chapter of a fic I’m working on! I’m doing things out of order 😭 so there are references to scenes I haven’t yet written in it sorry it shouldn’t be THAT bad tbh. When I actually make the fic this chapter will likely be edited whenever it appears haha

SHIP: Scott/Joel

WORD COUNT: 2143

WARNINGS (mostly just things to be aware of): somewhat of neck kissing, implied sexual stuff (just thinking about it very vaguely), flower husbands is mentioned but Jimmy is dead, headcanon with 3L!red!Joel and his monochrome/red skin, once again references to scenes I have not written, it may feel rather ooc but that’s cuz this is meant to be a later chapter so they’re already fairly close, repressing/denying feelings (and some failing at that), some pessimism about the war, NO DIALOGUE (when I planned this out I was like “wait there’s no dialogue” and decided I’d take it as a challenge and really have just no dialogue)

❤️💛💚

The war had been rough for everyone. It kept all players on edge, no matter how indirect their involvement was. At this point, it was pick a side or die in the crossfire. Scott and Joel had chosen the Desert, but neither of them had much reason to be part of the conflict.

The two had spent the past few days together, constantly running, though Scott could hardly tell if they were running to survive or running to kill. Somewhat of a mix of both, he figured. No matter the reason, they were constantly running, and nice peaceful moments were hard to come by.

Then it happened. They lost their target, the enemy hadn’t seen them yet, they were alone in a remote part of the world. Scott was tired, the grass looked soft, and he flopped himself onto it. Joel was clearly still running on adrenaline despite accepting that it was break time, and so he practically jumped onto Scott, grabbed him, and rolled with him.

Scott had grown used to the annoying ways Joel would throw himself at Scott and jostle him around. He figured it was a red life thing. Jimmy had also become more physical after turning red, though never so aggressive. Through observing others, Scott knew that suppressing violent urges was harder for most reds than Jimmy made it look. Joel tackling Scott was clearly not an act of violence, rather an act of affection. He typically only did stuff like that when they had accomplished something, or at least had some fun.

This moment was the opposite of that. They lost their target, and usually Joel was frustrated at that. They weren’t having fun running, either; it was exhausting and anxiety-inducing. And yet, in what should’ve been a moment of catching their breaths and saying “better luck next time,” Joel had rolled in the grass with Scott.

It wasn’t just Joel who acted out of character in that moment, for Scott would usually tell Joel off for playing so rough with him. It was mostly in a friendly manner, as Scott didn’t mind too much, but it could be annoying when unexpected, like in this moment. But instead of doing that, Scott laughed. He held onto Joel, rolling with him, and laughed in delight.

The ground was rather flat, so they didn’t roll very far. Joel sat up next to Scott, giggling with him. Scott figured that if Joel wasn’t going to lay in the grass, he wouldn’t either, and sat up as well, feeling a little dizzy from all the movement.

Scott shook his head and briefly brushed his hair with his hands, hoping to remove any dirt or grass. It wasn’t a thorough job, so he had to hope he was lucky. He took a look at Joel’s hair, noticing that a few bits of grass had gotten tucked into his hair, enough to turn monochrome as well.

Scott managed to pull out one piece of grass before Joel swatted his hand away. Scott glared at Joel, who tried to glare back but was still smiling. Scott wasn’t sure what that was about, but rolled his eyes and pulled Joel closer to remove the grass from his hair.

He knew that touching Joel’s hair like this made Joel flustered, but it needed to be done. Besides, he couldn’t care about Joel’s expression when he was too busy observing how the grass would regain color when taken out of Joel’s hair. Sure, he had experimented with this phenomenon in the past (don’t think about the flower) but it was never not fun to witness.

Scott was finally finished (it shouldn’t have taken so long, but watching colors change can be so distracting…) and pulled away to get a full look at Joel. His face was about as red as he expected (red being the only color allowed on Joel’s body was pretty unfortunate because it made his blush very obvious… but Scott didn’t feel bad for him). The sight made Scott chuckle and ruffle Joel’s hair.

Joel had accepted this fate (it was obvious that he had, otherwise Scott wouldn’t have been able to remove the grass at all). He seemed annoyed and embarrassed, yet once Scott’s hand left his head he moved himself onto Scott’s lap.

This surprised Scott, but instead of showing it or becoming flustered and embarrassed, it just made him happy. He wrapped his arms around Joel at the same time Joel did, sighing contentedly. For some reason this made Joel laugh quietly, and laughter had felt quite contagious in this moment so Scott giggled back.

There was no reason for them to be doing this. It didn’t make sense. And yet, it felt so right. The world was falling apart around them, everyone knew it was endgame, there would be no peace. Scott and Joel had nothing left to hold onto, nothing left to fight for, but they had each other. They hadn’t had each other a week ago, in fact they were quite against each other. But in the last moments of the world, the only thing they had was each other. It should’ve been sad. It should’ve been awkward. But Scott was having a great time.

Scott cupped Joel’s face in his hands to look at him. Joel’s face showed that he was also enjoying his time with Scott. This moment felt perfect. It was the most perfect moment in the world. There was one thing his heart wanted to do. He leaned in and kissed Joel…

…on the cheek. They’re not in love! They’re not married! They were just two soldiers doing mindless battles together. A kiss on the cheek is enough for that- maybe even too much, really. They hadn’t even declared themselves friends yet (mostly that’s because there was no reason to. There would be nothing after the war worth having friends for).

But as Scott pulled away, he could feel it wasn’t enough. He knew it was enough, he thought it was maybe too much, but he felt that it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning in for another kiss: planted right on Joel’s other cheek. Surely that would be enough.

Of course, it wasn’t. Scott continued like this, kissing all over Joel’s face (never too close to the mouth) and thinking each time “that’s it. I’m done. That’s enough.” but never really feeling that. He failed to stop himself from kissing Joel, but was able to stop himself from kissing him on the lips.

The only person Scott had kissed was his husband, Jimmy. He couldn’t imagine doing that to anyone else. Even though Jimmy was dead, it didn’t make sense to Scott to move on so quickly. Well, with Jimmy it didn’t take long to fall in love either… no, no, what is this train of thought?! Scott loved Jimmy, so much. He did not love Joel, not at all. They were barely acquaintances. A few nights sleeping under the stars together couldn’t have changed that, right?

Scott could not bear the thought of moving on from Jimmy, which meant he couldn’t bear the thought of loving Joel, which meant he couldn’t bear the thought of kissing him on the lips. And yet, he needed to. Every quick kiss he planted onto Joel’s face didn’t satiate his desire at all. He wanted more, so much so that the rational part of his brain was struggling to stop him.

At this point, it was almost worse than just kissing Joel. An endless stream of kisses, all over his face (minus his mouth). That’s gotta be worse at this point, right? But Scott couldn’t stop. The part of Scott that didn’t want to make Joel uncomfortable noted that Joel hadn’t made even a noise of protest, and he knew that if Joel didn’t like this he would be shoved off instantly. The rest of Scott’s brain didn’t want to think of the implications of Joel liking this. Repressing feelings is much easier when it’s not mutual. If Joel had shoved Scott away, he wouldn’t be having this dilemma at all.

Scott had found a way to rationalize what he was doing. He just missed Jimmy so much, that he was desperate to give affection like he had with Jimmy. Surely, he would be acting like this to anybody, not just Joel. He even extended this rationality to Joel, deciding that he had just been so lonely this whole season that he would take affection from anyone, it had nothing to do with Scott.

None of this was true, but Scott held onto this idea. He wasn’t in love with Joel, he just missed Jimmy so much. Joel didn’t love Scott, he was just lonely (that one, at least, was more believable. Still not true). This is what Scott would tell himself any time he would think back to this moment. He would believe it, too, no matter how much his heart proved the theory wrong.

Scott had begun doing a circle of kisses around Joel’s face, starting from one cheek and going up from there, then to Joel’s forehead, then down to the other cheek. As previously mentioned he tried to stop himself each time, but obviously, it was never enough, and he had to complete the circle.

Once he reached Joel’s other cheek, he still wasn’t satisfied, and it technically wasn’t a circle unless he crossed over to the other cheek again. He would never kiss Joel on the mouth though, so he began kissing downwards, towards Joel’s chin. This is where things went wrong (or maybe right).

After Scott kissed Joel’s chin (kind of an awkward place to kiss, honestly) Joel had tilted his head up. Exposing his neck. Scott did not hesitate to press his lips against Joel’s neck. He did, however, hesitate to go much further than that. This much more intimate position snapped Scott out of his haze of wanting to kiss Joel.

His lips rested on Joel’s neck a moment longer, the moment Scott was trying to figure out what was going on. When he finally realized, he pulled away. Joel seemed to also take a moment to figure out what had happened before lowering his head. This made their eyes meet, and they stared at each other dumbfounded; like neither of them knew what was going on. Honestly, they probably didn’t. Everything that just transpired was so spontaneous.

Joel’s face was very red, and Scott imagined his own face wasn’t too different. Scott wanted to say something, but what? Sorry for almost kissing you on the neck? That was hardly Scott’s fault, Joel was the one who exposed his neck for Scott!! Sorry for NOT kissing you on the neck?! He’s recently been widowed! He can’t just go immediately kissing another man’s neck!

Why had Joel done that anyway?! Scott could hardly believe it. A red name who had spent a decent amount of time trying to kill him just exposed his neck to Scott. To kiss. Scott was a yellow name! Joel’s supposed to want to kill him, he did want to kill him in the past, but in this moment he had silently asked Scott to kiss his neck. And Scott almost did. God, what were they doing?!

Joel must’ve been really embarrassed, but Scott couldn’t tease him for it, not when he was also acting so… intimate. Scott tried to think back to figure out who started it, but the memory almost felt hazy and he got too embarrassed thinking about it so he gave up. It didn’t matter who started it anyway; they both indulged. Indulged quite a bit… what would’ve happened if Scott didn’t stop where he had? How far would they have gone?! Now this thought was too embarrassing for Scott to dwell on. Surely Joel wouldn’t have wanted to go THAT far…

After a while of staring at each other, Joel got off Scott’s lap and looked away. Wow, he was really embarrassed. He looked so small like this. Scott felt bad; having been the one who stopped that interaction he could at least pretend he didn’t want it. He wouldn’t do that to Joel, though. The only person he’d lie to about that is himself.

Scott laid down on the grass. It was incredibly awkward between the two, and neither could seem to say anything about it. It seemed best to just rest. Slow that heart rate to normal, breathe. This is what they should’ve been doing when they stopped in the field. Resting. Without touching.

Neither of them moved to interact with each other. Eventually, they got up to continue the war. Neither of them spoke of that moment ever again.

It was just a moment of weakness on both their parts; Joel being lonely and Scott missing Jimmy. They didn’t want each other. Not at all.

[juminsmysticmc]

RFA x Mc watching Titanic

So TikTok is filled with edits of Jack and Rose and gosh - I loved this Movie so much, that I even had a Titanic Shirt and a Mug of it. And a pillow and a poster. Okay now - enjoy the first Headcanon after my Hiatus.

Jumin

,,Blankets, Snacks, Drinks. We have everything!“ you clapped your hands as Jumin led you into the private rented cinema.

It was the 25th anniversary of the movie Titanic and even though you watched it a few times back then when you were younger, Jumin Han never did.

However, this was going to change and you were excited to get his reaction.

Well, you couldn’t check on him at all because you were bawling.

You were holding his hand and his other arm was holding your waist as you tried to muffle your sobs.

Seeing so many people not being able to escape made your heart tremble.

Jumin was rubbing your palm, trying to calm you down, but the movie made you always react the same - crying like crazy over fictional characters.

Jumin was still silent, eyes set on the screen.

No reaction was shown until old Rose went to sleep and Rose and Jack met again at the stairs.

Only then you could hear his sobs when you gasped for air.

He was crying.

Thick tears were rolling down his cheeks.

You quickly wiped off his tears, looking deep into his eyes.

The music was still playing loudly but you could hear his words.

,,If the ship we’re on was ever to sink, I would react like him. I would gladly drown in ice cold water for you,“ he confessed, making you sob even harder.  

Zen

,,I don’t think I will like it,“ he mumbled when you pulled him towards the entrance of the cinema.

It was in the movies - how couldn’t you go?

You fell in love with Leonardo DiCaprio aka Jack when you were fifteen and now you could finally watch him on the big screen.

Even in -

,,4D?! Hyun, we have to!“ you gasped and before he could say anything, you paid for the tickets.

Zen afterwards insisted on buying popcorn and drink and since this was a long movie, he bought the biggest bowl.

Sweet popcorn of course.

The movie began and you remembered just how much you loved the sight when Jack stood behind Rose.

Her thinking she was flying… just everything was perfect.

,,It‘s sinking,“ he gasped, Rose and Jack were holding onto the railing, the blonde woman let go and crashed into darkness.

Suddenly you heard someone sniffling and - it was Zen.

He sobbed and tried to not let the whole cinema hear at that point that he was devastated.

,,He‘s dead, isn’t he?“ he asked you, after Rose tried to shake him awake.

Now both of you were bawling your eyes out.

No one was as loud as you guys were.

Luckily, both of you thought about bringing sunglasses with you in the middle of February because your eyes were swollen red, tears smuggled your mascara and you guys just looked hilarious.  

Yoosung

,,I don’t want to ugly sob in the cinema,“ you begged Yoosung who was just purchasing tickets online for the cinema.

He laughed, trying to tell you that it would be alright, but he never watched the movie so how could he know?

He was wrong.

He was the first of the both of you to sob.

He was the one who actually sobbed into your arm.

,,There would have been enough space for him!“ He argued on the way to the car. Yoosung was holding his red glasses as he tried wiping off his tears.

Your lips were still trembling from the hiccups as you shook your head.

,,There wasn’t enough space. It would have-”

,,So you would have let me die in the cold water if it was us?“ he asked you.

With disbelief you smacked his shoulder.

,,I wouldn’t need you to survive now let’s go to dinner,“

Well, the both of you had the same discussion over and over until you even searched up a documentary if Jack would have fit on the door.

Jaehee

,,Oh, that’s the movie everyone’s talking about,“ Jaehee said after she came from the shower, getting under the blankets in your bed.

,,Yeah, Titanic. I remember how much I cried after seeing Leonardo DiCaprio in another movie, happy that he at least was alive,“ you chuckled to yourself.

,,Why, does he die?“ she asked you.

With that you knew that you just spoiled her and that she never watched Titanic.

Business was booming at the moment, and for Valentine's Day you had so many reservations that you feared the cakes for that day wouldn’t be enough.

Still, you decided to keep that one day in the week closed and used that free day to drag Jaehee to the cinema in Seoul and watch Titanic with her.

She guessed that upon hearing of his death, she wouldn’t be that sad.

But she was so wrong.

Seeing how much they loved, how impossible it seemed, intense and deep their love was, and how big the loss afterwards was, Jaehee crumbled.

She sobbed as she held your hand and couldn’t imagine that someone other than Zen would have such an impact on her.

However, Jack had.

Saeyoung

,,As if I am paying for an old movie,“ Saeyoung laughed as he hacked god only knows what and who.

He managed to get the movie started on the TV and honestly you didn’t care as long as you could rewatch the movie.

Saeran at first wanted to literally piss off into his room but you - despite it being Valentine's Day - didn’t allow him.

Instead, Chinese Food was ordered, the three of you sat down on the red couch, you got a blanket and tissues, and you all watched the movie.

The twins for the first time and you for the fourth?

The movie began and everyone was quickly absorbed into it.

You were almost laying on Saeyoung who was tickling your arm while Saeran sat next to you, his feets over yours.

At some point both of them got rather emotional.

,,They’re just kids…aren’t they all the same?“ Saeran asked you, his eyes showed pure…sadness.

,,She‘s going without him! She‘s saving herself!“ Saeyoung gasped when Rose was about to get saved with her mother.

You stayed silent…and when she jumped out…

The real sobs were beginning now.

For the three of you.

Until the movie finished.

ᗰᗩᔕTEᖇᒪIᔕT

28.02.2023 // 22:00 MEST

[blackberrywars]

Based on your Arnagrahd and Erland fic and that whole history behind the characters, what do you think those two are like after the separation?

Do you think they could have ever met in private?

(I loved your fic and characterisation of those two so much)

Nonnie, I owe you my life for this ask, thank you so much for sending it!! I could talk about these two and their tragedy forever.

So, starting with what little we do know about their final confrontation and lives afterwards: Arnaghad pulled up to Morgraig with a group of likeminded witchers, expecting a fight, and the Order was likewise prepared to fight him. Erland hoped that Arnaghad would just leave quietly, but they wound up fighting, not just as groups, but each other, personally. All of which left me with a lot of questions that I tried my best to fill in with that fic.

Why would Arnaghad, autonomy-obsessed loner that he is, even form a school instead of just fucking off to do his own thing?

Why and how would he convince anyone to join him?

Why did Erland have these hopes for Arnaghad, and why was he so hurt by Arnaghad slashing him?

My headcanon is basically that the history written about the Bears was mostly written by other witchers, and they rather conveniently left some things out, burned by the betrayal. If all Arnaghad cared about was his own interests and independence, there would be no reason to ally with other witchers, much less to create more of them. If he only saw witchering as a job, and cared for no witcher but himself, why bother? So, while not completely erasing his tendencies for hyper-independence and brutal pragmatism, my idea is that he had to have cared about witchers as a group, if not as individuals, and truly believed that his own teachings would help them survive. Not only that, but his reasoning had to have been good enough to convince enough of the others to put up a fight at Morgraig (since you read the fic, you know).

And that's the last question: why would he go into a fight he knew he would lose, when, again, he could have just taken his allies and left? Fighting at Morgraig makes absolutely no sense, unless he and his allies had something to gain from it, which I propose was trying to get more witchers to join their side. This was Arnaghad's last chance to, in his mind, protect witchers from being taken advantage of, and that's why he was willing to risk it, and why he charged Erland, the symbol of everything he was against.

And that's where the separation leaves them: Erland grieving, left with a wounded face and a crumbling Order to try and pull together, and Arnaghad halfway across the Continent, fully committed to building his new school. Their only common threads are the fact that they both care about preserving witchers, and that they're both entirely stubborn as to how that should be done.

What I tried to portray in my story was based off of that hope that Erland still had before the battle —he really still believed it was possible for this to end without violence. So I can only imagine how that hope would turn to anger. Erland would resent Arnaghad for, not just scarring his face, but also making his own ideal of a united witcher code impossible, and as we see from his history, he only doubles down harder. Self-righteous and just as firm in his belief of what's best for witchers, he pushes his ideal forward even as the Order crumbles around him, only leaving when he has nothing but scraps. His idealism doesn't die, not until he does. He firmly believes that with his honor code and commitment to dealing fairly with mages and royals, witchers can become the respected knight-figures they probably deserve to be.

Meanwhile, Arnaghad is kind of buried in his own problems, and it's generally always easier being the one who left. He's stablishing his school, training new boys, and dealing with the Viper schism. Despite all that, he has long since been resigned to his plan, which I also tried to portray in my story, so I honestly think he's less drastically emotionally affected in the aftermath. He already decided that this was what he was going to do, that he would have to hurt Erland to do it, and that was a price he was willing to pay. I do think he's still frustrated with Erland, for what he views as naivety and vulnerability that witchers can't afford. But I don't think he resents Erland the way Erland would resent him, because Erland's school doesn't really affect him or his bears.

All that to say, I don't think they would meet up purposely. Erland would be too bitter and proud to arrange it, and Arnaghad likely considers it a loose string he cut years ago. However, if they did somehow meet accidentally, I think Erland would probably turn the courtly manners up to 11 and Arnaghad would just shut anything he said down as quickly as possible until the Skelliger came out and they just started fighting/fucking/both again. Erland would probably slip out, angry and ashamed of himself. Arnaghad would probably be ashamed too, for failing to live up to his own ideals.

Anyway, rant (probably) over. Thank you so much nonnie, I'm glad you liked the fic!

[banamine-bananime]

preface: i was writing a list of my headcanons for funsies and got completely derailed with angsty grimmons shit that needs to be scooped out of that post because it’s stupid long. so here

grif worked in honolulu a couple years after hs graduation until kai was old enough (17) he felt he could leave. did a year at university before realizing he’s smart enough to be admitted to cornell but not to get the scholarship he realistically needs to not be in crushing debt on graduation, and also there’s not nearly enough regimentation to college life to prevent him from rotting in bed paralyzed by “oh my god i don’t have Responsibilities That Need To Be Done Right Now for the first time in forever and idk what to do now” and executive dysfunction. went through basic and stationed on the doomed outpost. That Whole Thing (a polite way of saying “sneaking off for a nap on duty, sleeping through a massacre, and waking up to find literally everyone else dead”) was the nail in the coffin that pretty much shot his last shred of motivation and hope to shit, and based on his behaviour and psych eval afterwards (best summarized as “learned helplessness that everything is shit always and he’s useless and never gonna be able to help anyone so 👍 fuck everything fuck everyone just try to eke some hedonistic joy out of life before you die”) he was reassigned to the sim soldiers.

meanwhile simmons tried to do university several times and had to drop out for mental health reasons (a very polite way of putting “rapid spiral into absolute disaster every time”. it leaves room for giving him the benefit of the doubt that this was a proactive “ah i should take care of myself and this is not working for me :) #selfcare #therapy” decision. this is not benefit of the doubt that anyone who knows him would extend.).

I go back and forth on whether to roll with the “that one throwaway line with a suspiciously specific hypothetical of being in a unit that was stranded and had to eat their dog to survive” thing or just say he was assigned straight to sim troopers. on the one hand, i really love grif and simmons having a parallel immensely traumatic first assignment that made them both Worse in kinda similar kinda opposite ways in line with the ways they were each already fucked up

(grif “life is inherently a garbage fire. i am useless. all i can do is look out for myself and save my own hide by absolute never trusting any authority, refusing to get attached to the other fuckers around here (they’d hate me anyways so just let them hate me), and obsessively hoarding any access to food and shelter and comfort because Maslow said I can’t work on health or belonging or esteem until i do :/ yeah i know, sorry, i’ve got a doctor’s note from him right here.” vs simmons “my life is a garbage fire probably because everyone around me is an idiot fucking something up but also because i’m not trying hard enough. i’m sure if i keep Performing The Maladaptive Behaviours even harder they will work and i THEN will feel respected and powerful and loved. you see you just have to keep repressing every feeling so you can suck up to anyone you detect a whiff of Authority Figure on no matter how little you actually respect them, and follow EVERY RULE and work and work and work. and you had better abandon any compunctions about things like eating a dog you loved or backstabbing a friend for brownie points from the CO who hates him or Literally Murdering your CO for a promotion. and if you ever stop desperately trying, fighting dirty looking out just for yourself, and instead just sit still for a moment and enjoy sincere zero-ulterior-motives connections with people, you will probably definitely immediately die of starvation or exposure (it is a metaphor you see. of exposure to the elements while stranded without resources. for the agonizing exposure of allowing yourself to be known.)”)

on the other hand i’m like whoa now. this boy’s got enough problems we really don’t need to be giving him any more or we’re really never gonna pry him free of the woobiefication fics.

[rust-bearer]

Your posts involving Ambulon have got me thinking, and I propose another slightly bittersweet sort of zombie au:

So, as much as I’m open to just about anything happening (it’s the zombie apocalypse, I’m guessing even some of the strongest and most self-sufficient people in the world probably end up getting infected just because of small mistakes or overlooks or empathy), I want to believe SO BADLY that Ambulon is probably out there somewhere, way off the radar, either working on figuring out how to reverse the effects or just stop it altogether.

First Aid definitely strikes me as the pediatrician sort of doctor. Ambulon, on the other hand, makes me think of someone who’s been drawn to the immunologyor maybe a virology. Probably works/has worked with Pharma in the past. I don’t know how they would have met and bonded if this were the case though. You could say that maybe Ambulon was sort of First Aid’s backup or support through medical school, maybe a mentor. Or all of those, who knows. Either way, they’re very close and First Aid was probably gutted when he lost contact with Ambulon during the first couple of weeks of the “end of the world.”

Ambulon kind of strikes me as someone who’s very, very self-sufficient. Probably doesn’t have close family ties, probably lives alone, probably owns some property off the grid somewhere. When shit hit the fan, it sucked, yeah, but I think he’s probably a little less sensitive to the dying or to-be-dead than First Aid. Don’t get me wrong, he makes an excellent doctor, but I do believe it would’ve been easier for him to pack up and head out when he realized things were becoming irreversible than it would’ve been for First Aid.

ANYWAY, enough backstory lol. I feel like as much as he tries to hide it, First Aid is a pretty open book. He’s very compassionate, very tender, but like�� also an easy target. Thankfully, though, Ambulon isn’t out for blood! This just makes it easier to figure out where First Aid is heading and where he’s currently staying—that is, once Ambulon needs to get more supplies and deems it “safe” to head back out into the world.

Gonna try to sum this up in one more paragraph but cue a knock at the Combaticon’s farmhouse one day, everyone’s like “hey what the fuck” because zombies can’t knock, right..? And if it were a survivor looking to ransack their house, they would’ve just come bursting through the door with weapons raised. While Onslaught runs a quick human inventory to make sure no one slipped out of the house when he wasn’t watching, First Aid decides hey, he’s gonna go check it out. It’s been, like… two minutes now, the person is knocking harder, and the entire Combaticon family, despite their reputation, is adamant that NO ONE opens the door. Just imagine First Aid’s shock when he opens up the door to find none other than Ambulon standing there, desperately trying to keep his expression stern and stoic to mask the joy and relief he feels at seeing First Aid standing there, unharmed, still okay, still ALIVE. First Aid is in utter shock, and so are the rest of the farmhouse’s inhabitants. It takes a good thirty seconds or so until Ambulon clears his throat and is like “well? You gonna let me in or what?”

Would go on but that’s already a big ramble as it is. But yeah, just a weekly zombie au ask to give your brain something to consider.

It deleted my response AUGH. Okay. ANYWAY.

I think Ambulon could survive because it’s interesting. Could be fun. Really the secret with all writing is you choose who lives and dies based off any number off seemingly arbitrary reasons. So you could have Ambulon alive, or dead; he could have died early on, he could mimic the storyline of the comics and survive then die to some betrayal, he could end up being a sole survivor.

I do Headcanon Ambulon as an immunologist; I can see him having a weak immune system because of some illnesses, so he likes working in the field itself. They probably went to school together and are still friends, maybe they still go out to lunch together; could even work in the same hospital. Endless possibilities.

Really, like any AU, I like seeing people take their favorite character and play around with them- say, Rewind for instance. How would he survive a zombie apocalypse? Would someone have more fun writing him as a survivor in a group, or alone, or dead early on and haunting the narrative. So YEA Ambulon being alive is definitely a fun idea for me. Schrodingers Ambulon.

[zap0ch0s]

Remastered 9 headcanons for the painful experiment AU part 1

so, remember this?

I decided to remaster those headcanons cuz I didn't like those so much, so, here you go

oh, something else, this is part of a fan saga called "Magic of Love and Doom AU", it's basically a saga full of AUs of other series and movies, but well, back to the topic

TW: blood, death, murderer, mental diseases (maybe), gore, hardcore topics

please have discretion before reading

Important fact: the story takes place in Roanoke city, Virginia (idk, I'll explain that later)

9:

Before he was created, the scientist had already lost a child and later, he had a new one, but the scientist couldn't get throught the lost of his first son, so, after the 8 other stitchpunks, 9 was created to live with the scientist and his wife in loving memory of their first son, so 9 was raised by the couple like he was their own son

He has slight PTSD, seeing his "adoptive mother" dying by demons was hard, but more harder was seeing his "adoptive baby brother" dying by demons, so that was the fuel for his nightmares and mental breakdowns

He has like a "magic gift" that was given to him in the moment of waking up, it's unknown why, this "magic gift is chlorokinesis (power of making or manipulating plants and vegetation)

the reason 9 went to a laboratory is because the scientist had some time working for the chancellor, the chancellor heard about 9 and he made the scientist bring 9 to the chancellor so he could experiment with him

9 killed like a whole fcking laboratory, litteraly killed EVERYONE in there

Everytime he has nightmares, he wakes up crying and he needs comfort from Tom (his partner)

has scars all over his body due to the experiments

he's bisexual

he loves felines, especially lions

he's unhinged and traumatized, but he tries to hide it

a murderer that only wants to live in peace

9 was seriously sick before for unknown reasons, it’s like hanahaki disease but this was not about love, it’s expeculated that is from a fungus, but it’s unknown yet, the cure it’s quirurgic interventions or else, the person could die, 9 was about to die if it wasn’t for Tom, who took him quickly to the hospital and he survived

he has now shadow magic

it doesn't matter, when he's in a relationship (friendship or love), he can be over protective and a bit more yandere

if he feels betrayed by that person he was with a relationship, he won't hesitate in threating and scaring that person, almost harassing that person

sometimes he goes in prolonged trances, his whole of his face goes dark and his eyes are replaced with more realistic ones instead of his optics, so someone has to snap the fingers or clap twice

but every scary thing, murder or injury he makes to someone else, is unconsciously

he loves children cuz they remind him her baby brother

sometimes he likes to wear dresses, so he's femboy

7:

She hates cats, and has a good reason to do it

She had a fight with the cat demon (cat beast) when she leaved 1's mansion, that's the same reason why she has a big scar in her back and why she hates cats

BUT, she ADORES dogs so much

when she gets really mad, she can be very violent due to anger issues

before she met the rest of the gang, she was a lonely person, nothing to do or go, until the demon massacre

during that event, the first stitchpunk she met was 5 in the moment he lost his eye

she lived with 1 and the others for only 2 years

the reason she lived the gang's house was for 1's questionable actions and decisions, of course, she left with the twins

before she became a demon hunter, she met Bing Bong, in that moment, he escaped the Sun and Moon Temple (Sundrop's and Moondrop's temple...I can explain later), 7 became Bing Bong's friend, but still, she was sad because she leaved the other ones with 1, so she spend somedays crying in her bed

days later she could control herself and move on, so she leaved Bing Bong's house with a goodbye note, so she could learn how to defend herself

Elder Kettle train her to use the katana

as months passed, she was very good at using it

she's sentimental af

she's ambidextrous

she's living with a BIG trauma, and that trauma is that in one mision, the leader of her group, made 7 kill a group of people that were disguised demons, when they were really humans, so 7 elt very guilty and scared after what she did, so she separated from that group, debating herself if killing the leader or not, so there was a mess in her mind

to look different, she wears a japanese samurai mask

she's demisexual

5:

before he met the others, he was afraid of the big wide world, so he wanted to learn how to defend himself, so, somehow he found Elder Kettle and 5 asked him to show him archery

in his first days, he was very nervous, his hands were shaking a lot and he was always missing the aim, but as months passed, he became really good at archery.... REALLY good

in case of emergency, he has a dagger

2 is his paternal figure, in matter fact, after he recently lost his eye, 7 tried to take him to a safer place, and then they met 2

after the demon massacre, 5 was very dependient to 2, 5 was a very nervous man, 2 was his support person

he severily has panic attacks when he's very scared or stressed

his stress increased when 2 was sent to "scout"

he was often humiliated for being a very fearful person, calling him a useless and coward man

thanks to that emotional abuse, he decided to hide his insecurities and fears, but is not that easy

he's a pyromaniac

when he's too stressed, he burns fabric, but for him wasn't enough

one day, after a big day of humiliation, he just wanted, as usual, to burn something, so he went for a walk and he found this abandoned house, so he decided to take things to a high level, guess what? HE BURNED THE FUCKING BUILDING DOWN!! he was just enjoying the moment so much, after a moment of a very good sight, he went discreetly from the scene, leaving with a feeling of adrenaline

he knows a lot of medicine and magical healing, and because of that, he became a healer

bisexual too

good singer af, but tu shy to show it

welp here the first part, the second part will be here soon, I promise

[malka-lisitsa]

💭 + the originals

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"Really?"

Shhh its ok, sit down-

Katherine's relationship with the originals is- like all of her relationships, complicated. As a whole they are her enemy. A group of co-dependent psychos that have done nothing but cause her pain.

However individually, most of them have played their own role in life.

Kol- In the five hundred years Katherine spent running from Klaus she hadn't really encountered Kol. Not face to face. She'd seen him around but they never interacted. If that was because he just didn't care to alert the masses Katerina had been spotted, or if he genuinely hand't noticed her while being a ripper party boy- she doesnt care. Either way, she has no real beef with Kol past him being a Mikaelson in general.

Finn- She does not know this man, but she knows hes broing and hates vampires and so he is not someone she wants to talk to, ever.

Rebekah- So much potential to be besties here but shes twice as arrogant as Katherine with half as much to back it up. Shes whiny, and while Katherine sympathizes with the way Klaus has ruin her life, she does not appreciate her taking it out on Katherine. Really they clash because they are a lot alike and there can only be one petulant little brat who wants to be loved. It's Katherine shes coined that slot so Rebekah will have to fuck off and fill a different one.

Katherine also hates how Rebekah defends Klaus. Just full stop.

Klaus- "Thats a funny way to spell rat bastard." While he is not the only one who ruined her life he is the biggest contributing factor and the monster in her closet. He destroyed her life, he destroyed HER. Tearing her apart bit by bit, piece by piece over the centuries. He killed Katerina Petrova and influenced the birth of Katherine Pierce. Forced her to get better smarter faster stronger harder all to survive his revenge for her slight. She spent five hundred years alive but barely got to live any of it because she refused to die for Klaus' gain. He bacame to her what his father was to him, but she could never fully reach the monster that he is. She just isn't capable of that.

Elijah- Now this is the Mikaelson she has the most complicated relationship with. Elijah was her first real love. The one you never forget, the one that stays with you. She never stopped loving him, but he also enables his brother's revenge on her. He rarely steps inbetween them in a way that matters, and he has repeatedly picked Klaus over her. Katherine's life is a series of "You could never love me the way you love-"

Stefan would never love her the way he loves Elena, and despite their moments in history where their romance and love took the front seat, Elijah would never love her the way he loves his brother. She will always be second choice to the people it matters the most that she be first choice to. Elijah is also the only one left in her life that believes that she is still good and kind, shes just broken and lost. Maybe he sees in her what he sees in Klaus. Maybe thats because he allowed Klaus to tear her to pieces and mold her in his image. Either way, Katherine just might consider Elijah to be the Mikaelson that's hurt her the most out of all of them.

[eviltothecore13]

I’m kind of a bit tired of the “Addams curse” headcanon being treated as/assumed to be canon to be honest?

I think a lot of people think “the Addams Family can’t kill each other but can be killed by non-family members, this is the source of pretty much every aspect of Why They’re Like That, and is because of a centuries-old curse” was something explicitly stated in some version of canon at some point, but it really does just originate from a fan theories reddit.

And like, it’s fine to use it but imo it doesn’t quite work. Gomez has killed one cousin of his and been suspected of killing another, and one of the Addams ancestors mentioned in the films was killed by her own children. Meanwhile there’s plenty of evidence that they’re harder to kill than usual (or at least, don’t seem to fear death as much as a regular human would, even though they are still sometimes concerned for each other’s lives) even from non-family-members: Wednesday shrugs off an arrow to the shoulder fairly easily, Gomez has fought duels with swords and pistols against non-family-members several times...

I’ve also seen different versions of the theory either saying they’re not harmed by anything self-inflicted, or they’re just as vulnerable as regular humans, and neither of those really seems to work, since Morticia adds poison to her own food and Gomez appears to only have a few minor bruises from jumping out of a plane without a parachute but Gomez trying to stab himself is still treated as quite alarming (with the ancestor ghosts trying to prevent him and apparently fully believing he’ll die if they don’t. Gomez also seems pretty convinced that stabbing himself will kill him and that Fester could kill him by shooting him. Neither attempt works but that’s because the ghosts stop him in the former case, and in the latter case...Fester just can’t aim.)

Then there’s the issue of them shrugging off natural stuff like getting struck by lightning from time to time. Overall it seems far more like they can just...survive a lot of things that normal humans can’t (no matter who it’s inflicted by) but aren’t totally invulnerable (can be killed by a bullet to the head, stabbing if you do it right, etc--whether a family member is responsible for it or not) rather than this really specific rule? It also just feels like way too...neat and simple an explanation that doesn’t cover nearly all their weirdness, and I feel like explaining away their powers with a rigid rule like this takes away the fun.

None of this is to say that people shouldn’t ever include it in fics but I do sometimes feel the need to point out when something widely thought to be canon isn’t just because...it can lead to a lack of variety when everyone thinks one particular theory is the definitive truth, it can end up with everyone following the same ideas and people being told they’re “wrong” just for not going along with an “accepted” theory that isn’t actually canon at all...

[banishmark]

portrayal notes.

at this point in time, my portrayal of zuko is going to be mixed media and heavily headcanon based. the original animation + the live action + the comics. (currently reading them.)

> live action takeaway: zuko's artistic side, the 41st  being spared due to his sacrifice/their loyalty to him, the official agni kai between him and ozai being extended as opposed to zuko not wanting to fight his father. zuko's softer nature at 13: he was timid, and unlike his father and sister, he felt that weight of a loss rather than thinking of it as an honor to die. his harder nature came when he was banished and he had to learn survival so young. he is half-blind and hard of hearing on the left side where he was burned.

> animation takeaway: basically... mostly staying on that course. tweaks to be made between adaptations depending on who i'm writing with.

i think the most important thing to remember is that zuko was 13 when he was humiliated and assaulted by his father in front of a crowd. younger zuko had his mother's personality. he was an honorable teenager who had morals, unlike his father and sister. his burn mark and shaved head are reminders of the shame he brought himself. ("shame" according to his father.) he was thrown to the wild and if not for iroh and the 41st, he could have been far off worse than he was. (!!!not excusing his tantrums, verbal abuse, and harrassing behaviors - merely providing insight.) iroh is the one who showed zuko love and care, and the 41st eventually grew to respect the banished prince. zuko's journey to restoring his honor wasn't for himself. he wanted to be accepted back home and was seeking validation from his father. he was young and didn't realize it at the time just how wrong his father was and could arguably believe that he deserved his punishment.

zuko is not a killer. he may attack and talk big game, he's skilled in firebending and martial arts. but no where on screen or even off has he been seen or hinted at as being a killer during his journey to finding the avatar. emphasis on harrassment. he might bully people and throw flames around while being loud about it, but any chance he'd had to kill someone, he pulls back before he can do anything severe.

zuko learns along the way that the honor he was fighting to restore and the fire nation were wrong. he spent most of his time just trying to find the avatar that he didn't see the harmful and corrupt ways of the fire nation. mind you, he was a child who grew up in a bad setting. he was blind to what the fire nation was doing until he saw it firsthand or encountered those who were victims of the fire nation. dropping his search of the avatar is his means taking the steps of restoring his honor.

zuko doesn't know how to be a teen. he's awkward, unloved by his family aside from iroh, and was never given the chance to process emotions or act like a child. he learns with the gaang, but even then, he's a work in progress.

most importantly: he started off as a villain, ended up as a hero. he didn't see himself as a villain to start. as far as he knew, fire nation was always right and it took venturing out into the world and experiencing hardships to see the truth.

[maliwan012]

naoko’s tma au is bonkers actually bc in canon she doesn’t want to hurt innocent people, and in this verse she still doesn’t, but she’s gotta Get People or else she dies permanently. so she either has to go after people who’ve had near death experiences (and make it easy on herself, but be weighed with guilt if they’re innocent), or go vigilantesque and hunt down shitty people herself, give them a near death experience and thus be potentially on the police’s shitlist, and then have to find them again and kill them, which could leave her weak if she’s waited too long but at least they’re guilty people. it’s tough stuff, baby [pensive emoji].