#wilted finn

[urpaperboy]

Actually guys forget when I said about wanting a part 2, cause I already have it

YV boys with the Headcanon Generator !! (Pt.2)

That’s all I have now, but let me know if yall want a part 3 :3

[mrsnancywheeler]

More Finnick brainrot because that one line I wrote about how Finnick and his sweet girl would be wanted at the same time got me thinking.

Imagine Finnick who has to sit on some leather chair, watching as his sweet girl is taken by some capital man. He knew how rough the capital men were, he’s seen it, he’s experienced it, he’s felt the pain. And yet…seeing his sweet girl, the girl who should only ever be treated gently, be treated with such violence. A rock sat in his stomach as he was forced to watch the man defile her, pull her hair till it stung, slap her, choke her, laugh and moan as she cried.

And he couldn’t do anything. He failed her. He failed her again. He couldn’t stop this. He as forced to watch, if he looked away she’d be treated rougher, that’s what the client said.

He guessed it was some sort of sick pleasure the man took. Two victors at once. A way to prove his masculinity. He would be able to fuck the beautiful girl as her lover, the embodiment of masculine beauty was forced to watch.

Finnick never knew what he hated more, watching his sweet girl be taken in such a way or be forced to act that way to her as people lined up to watch…

heart breaking rn

triggers for nsfw talks, trafficking, violence

but like in chapter 6 of the lakes when there's that smut scene, finnick is literally always asking if she's okay, always making sure he's not crossing boundaries, always ready to stop at any point because she's his sweet girl, he only wants what you want

so to have to watch someone treat you like an object for abuse makes his soul wilt away. because he's so close and so helpless, when your cry, when your hurt, he can't do a thing until the client is gone. maybe that's the blessing, you're not stuck up here alone in the Capitol trying to deal with it yourself, when it's all over he can take care of you. but it's so hard to not look away, to have to watch his sweet girl like that.

and he blames himself because this is the sacrifice he made by getting you so many sponsors, they expected you both to pay them back for their 'generosity' in the arena. if he tried to do anything snow would probably make things worse somehow, so you'd both decide to take it without a complaint. when you were in the Capitol there was makeup artists so you could keep up appearances if there was something off, bruises, a split lip, a hickey, nobody but the elite and other victors had to privy to it.

maybe the worst nights were when he had to do what they did to you. how was he supposed to hurt his sweet girl? even if you said it was okay, that you didn't blame him, that you weren't upset, that it wasn't his fault it would weigh on him constantly. it's not like he dissociate either when they wanted him to spew the most hateful things to you. it was better if they wanted him to take you from behind, so he wouldn't have to look into your eyes, watch you wince, and cry, and dissociate when you could.

and he hated how he felt like you were being so strong about it, finnick ached to protect you, and you tried to hide the hurt most of the time. his sweet girl putting on such a brave face for him.

"you're gonna have to hit me harder this time, they weren't buying it last time." you were putting in more mascara, it was better if it ran down your face and people could see the evidence of tears.

"angel, I can't do that."

"finn, we don't have a choice." you'd cradle his face, so comforting when your fingertips played with his hair. "I'm not gonna be upset with you, promise. I'll be okay, I can handle it."

his sweet girl loved to try and act like she was okay so she could focus on him, but he needed her to know how much she was valued so much and couldn't. so when you flinched away from his touch after and apologized each time or didn't want to be touched at all for a few days he was drowned in guilt. you'd take care of him and try to close off, it broke him

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Consequences always find you

Creepypasta

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- HC's of Seth with a autistic reader who really loves Creepypasta

And now I have a cracked skull.

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- Story of listener getting badly injured while protecting Seth during Bittersweet CH.3 (I'm going to move the story around so it can fit)

Glory hole fun.

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- NSFW story of Bottom Seth. Who doesn't like a good glory hole?

Papi

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- Honestly not my cup of tea BUT imagining his face is nice

Vampire x Werewolf

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- Idea of W! Seth having a V! Listener

Can he shake that?!

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- Throw it in a circle- *is shot*

My eyes will always be on you

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- Story of Charlie with an obsessive listener, who stalks him every now and then (kinda made it a bit angsty)

New video

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- My thoughts on the new yandere Charlie video from today 10/10

So cheesy

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- I'll love you till it wilts (chat is this rizz?)

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Just. For. You.

A bad trip

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- Words would break him

Spicy food

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- HC for him

RIP the monitor

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- Raging will have consequences.

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TOO OLD 4 U

What a catastrophe

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- Story of Rook turning into a cat and Auron acts like he doesn't know.

I kind of like it here.

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- Story of Hunter Listener going back to V! Auron mansion

Pranking went too far.

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- Story of Camp Counselor AU where Alphonse pranks Rook too much and makes them cry

Cuddling

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- Cute fic idea cuddling during a storm

Put this mf in a musical

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- So doomed by the narrative and you just want him happy fr

Angst material

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- ah yes, angst for Rook

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Let me spoil you dammit-

Love between a Prince and Servant

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- HC's of a AU of Lucien and Angel but Angel is a servant for him in Hell.

Silly meter

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- He's so silly

I'm called a soul sucker for a reason.

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- NSFW Short story of Bottom! Jack, we suck his soul dry. RIP him trying to focus on studying, we got dick on the mind.

It's for art I swear-

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- Short story of Sugarboo fussing over their boy's posing and giving them kisses 'for the art'

Ride off into the sunset with me.

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- Short story of Sugarboo getting a bike and riding with the boy's.

Saga's after saga's

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- Introducing Alphonse, Auron, Finn and Charlie to epic the musical.

Beyonce Riff

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- HC's of Alphonse, Seth and Auron reacting to their listener doing the Beyonce riff.

Childhood Horizons Camp Counselor AU

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- Jack x Casper/Buddy x Charlie but as my Mootie's AU.

My Inumimi lover

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- HC's with Charlie, Jack and Auron for a dog version of a Neko. (which apparently is called a Inumimi?)

Dirty jokes.

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- HC's of telling Jack, Faust and Finn "your face is so pretty I could sit on it" jokingly

Splatoon!

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- PT2 HC's of the boy's playing Splatoon w Listener, this time with Finn, Jack, Charlie, and Faust

Tipsy love

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- Story of Sugarboo coming back from a night out and being all lovey dovey with their boys

You're related?

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- Story of Auron finding out Charlie and Rook are related. Bonus Casper!

Another ship name

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- This is cute ngl

FNF

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- Idea's from mootie

FNAF Au?

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- The way I'd be fucking devastated

The baker is scarier than the butcher

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- This literally is the town's slogan and I 100% support it

Grocery store love.

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- Yes, it's a Derek fic where he got a redemption arc

Honk honk

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- Squeeze the titties

More questions

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- What does Casper know?

Alice of Human Sacrifice

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- My thoughts of the yv boys being this song

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FUCKING PLEASE-...I mean, cool

We can share!

two reactions to the rain

Sick

[disaster-of-98]

In the time of waiting for ECHOES OF EVALAS i need to fill the void with something soo i mush one hyperfixation with the other one.

Presenting Yuuri Voice Boys x The Magnus Archive, and what fear they would be somehow connected to.

Tldr: of it all

Al - The Desolation

Seth - The Desolation

Finn - The Web / The Eye

Faust - The Lonely / The End

Charlie - The Slaughter

Auron - The Hunt

Jack - The Stranger

and now my explanation:

Al, Seth and The Desolation.

No it's not just because i don't want to separate them ever.

Hear me out on this.

Desolation is the fear of pain, loss, burning, and destruction, especially with a senseless cause. There isn't much burning in Bittersweet, but there is a lot of hurt and loss of people you love.

Al's parents, Seth's mom, Seth leaving Al behind when he left town to be with his mom, Al leaving Seth to be with his parents...whatever is waiting for as in chapter 4.

I was on a fence with Seth being an avatar of the Slaughter (with him being Derek muscle), but decided against it after looking in to those big sad brown eyes.

Finn & Faust

Uummmm Those two are only my speculation because i don't know what the situation is yet.

Finn - The Web / The Eye

The Eye - the fear of being watched, exposed, followed, having secrets exposed. Can also pertain to the drive to know and understand, even if your discoveries might destroy you.

The Web- the fear of being controlled or trapped, especially being unaware of one's own entrapment. The fear of being forced to do things against one's own will, of being manipulated.

This all boils down to what kind of evil Lord Bishop Emrys is. Manipulation or the constant surveillance? From what i already saw i could lean more into The Eye (all of the puns are intended), but i need more information.

Faust - The Lonely / The End

The Lonely -the fear of isolation, of being completely cut off and alone or disconnected from the rest of society.

The End - the fear of death itself—⁠uncaring and unstoppable, the fear that everything ends eventually.

Okay so here i can make a pretty strong case for The Lonely in the Bittersweet dimension. With Faust feeling isolated from his family and from his fans because every one only se the facade that he puts up...or because he does not have any friends.

The End comes to play in the Echoes Of Evalas. Because how did he figure out what's comes next without fear of all of this ending?

Charlie - The Slaughter

The Slaughter- the fear of pure, unpredictable, unmotivated violence. The fear of pain coming at sudden, random moments.

Just look at him! I never seen a little dude that was scared of getting the shit kicked out of him more that Charlie is. Maybe it's just very human fear, but it fits him well.

Auron - The Hunt

The Hunt - the animalistic fear of being chased or hunted; the primal fear of being prey.

Everyone on that corporate ladder are simultaneously scared of The Hunt and an avatar of it. Meaby after Shattered my mind will change, but:

"The first time I looked out this window. I was told that I was looking at opportunit that from this Viewpoint this room I could control whatever I set my mind to I could own manipulate and profit off of it all however I saw fit. I was young too young idealistic and naive I was throwing myself into the lion's den because I thought I was being good my stepfather was a cruel man and I had to learn under him and I remember a warning that he gave me that if I ever looked out this window and saw something other than opportunity if my ambition wilted under the pressure or if I became too comfortable the Wolves would be nipping at my heels soon enough that my back would be littered with the knives of all of those I'd stepped on and over that I would be on the cusp of failure"

Speaks to me pretty loud and clear.

Jack - The Stranger

Disclaimer! I love Jack his new look and new series.

The Stranger- the fear of the unknown, the uncanny, the unfamiliar. The creeping sense that something is not right.

Okay okay i can admit that it's a reach but the boy next door trope kinda scares me a little. Like it's so perfect that's wrong. The redesign isn't helping me shake this feeling either. So he's the avatar of the Stranger.

There are also some pieces of fear of people you just know change and become someone you don't recognize any more.

If you made this far and have an opinion let me read it. Please i need to talk about this with someone.

[ccstiles]

Wilting flowers (Finn)

TW// this fic talks about abuse and manipulation and has a very manipulative character in it. If this will trigger you in any way, please don't read!! (If you need a more specific break down of what is talked about, just comment and I'll give the specifics!)

It was a slow day at the shop, normal for a Wednesday afternoon. Finn and Sunflower were cleaning up the place, Finn organizing inventory in the front while Sunflower was sweeping the floor in the back.

Ding!

The bell above the door rang, letting the occupance know someone had come in. Finn was at the register, so he couldn't see the person coming in.

"Welcome to Talk Floral! If you need any help just ask!" He chirped before turning to place a box down.

"Oh don't worry, I found what I came here for" the voice sent an icy chill down his spine.

Finn spun around, a panicked look on his face as he hoped his mind was playing tricks on him. But as he saw the figure stood in front of him, he felt his heart sink as his worst nightmare came true.

"What's wrong sweetheart? Surprised to see me?" Finn's ex said with a wicked grin.

"S-sam! What are- what are you doing here?" Finn stuttered out.

"Why, to take you back silly! I forgive you" that smile never left her face as she spoke.

"Forgive me?" Finn questioned her.

"Yeah! For saying all that means stuff to me," Sam faked a pout, "it really hurt my feelings, but after a while of thinking on it, I've decided to forgive you!"

"Sam I-I" Finn tried to speak but Sam cut him off.

"Oh you don't need to say anything Finn, you just need to say thank you!" Sam smiled again.

Finn just stood there in shock, he didn't know what to say to her. The last time he saw Sam was a few months ago, and it was when he had finally gotten enough courage to stand up for himself. It was really hard, and he was really scared, but he had done it and never looked back on it since.

Sam was emotionally and occasionally physically abusive to Finn. She made him feel like he was nothing, and that he would be better off dead without her. When he found the courage to leave her, it was tough. Even to this day he had thoughts that crowded his head that he wasn't good enough, that his dream of owning his flower shop were stupid. When he got those thoughts though, there was always one person who helped him get through them. one person who was always there to save him.

"Hey Finn! I was wondering what you wanted me to do with these..." Sunflower trailed off as they walked into front, seeing Finn and Sam.

"Oh, and who's this?" Sam's face was neutral as she looked at Sunflower, but her voice was full of venom.

"I think I should be asking you that" Sunflower held her gaze as they walked in front of Finn. "Hey baby, you ok?" Sunflower turned to Finn and whispered to him, getting a shake of his head as an answer.

"'Baby'? Finn darling, don't tell me you're cheating on me?" Sam gasped.

"N-no I'm not- we're not-" Finn tried to talk but his breathing was quickening and making it hard to talk.

"Finn baby," Sunflower's voice was soft and sweet, "Don't worry, I got this."

"Are you sure?" Finn asked his partner.

"Yes, don't worry love" Sunflower spoke softly to him, "I can handle this."

"So, Finn had the audacity to find someone else, and all he could find is this?" Sam laughed to herself as she looked Sunflower up and down, "really, it's pathetic."

"You're pathetic," Sunflower snapped at her, "now get out, you're not welcome in here."

"Oh? And why is that?" Sam continued her fake surprise.

"You know exactly why, you abusive bitch," Sunflower took a step forward before they were stopped by a hand on their wrist by Finn.

"Please Sam, just go" he pleaded softly.

"Oh is that it? I come to forgive you and take you back, out of the kindness of my own heart, and this is how I'm repayed?" Sam scoffed, "you've changed Finn, what happened to the sweet man I had fallen in love with?"

"Oh shut up," Sunflower sighed, "your manipulation doesn't work here, sorry sis."

Sam frowned before an idea hit her and she smiled wickedly. "Me? Manipulative? Is that what he's been telling you?"

"What are you getting at?" Sunflower asked her, Sam's smile widening as they fell into her trap.

"It wasn't me who manipulated him, but he was the one that hurt me!" She sighed, "he hit me and yelled at me. He called me all sorts of names before he left me in the dirt, all alone."

Finn's eyes widened as he went to defend himself. "What? N-no! I never did any of that!"

"Yes you did!" Sam sniffed, "you really think I could have hurt him? Look at how much bigger he is compared to me! I couldn't hurt him if I tried."

Sunflower just stood there for a moment as they took in the information before turning to face Finn.

"Sunflower you know me! I-I would never-" Finn tried to beg his partner but they only shushed him.

"I need you to go to the back for me please, I'll be there in a minute" Sunflower patted him on the cheek before turning back to Sam.

"O-ok..." Finn said before walking towards the back of the shop. Once he had left the main part of the store, he heard a loud scuffle come from the other two for a moment before the bell above the door rang, signaling it opening and then closing.

He heard nothing but silence for a bit before he heard footsteps come towards the door. Before he could get up from where he was sitting, Sunflower appeared in the doorway holding their jaw.

"Oh no! What happened?" Finn shot up from where he was sitting to go fret over Sunflower.

"Heh, you should see what she looks like," Sunflower laughed a bit to themself before uncovering their jaw so Finn could assess what to do to help.

The two then went silent as Finn got Sunflower a bag of ice for their jaw, before sitting next to them and checking them over for any other injuries they might have.

"You won't have to worry about her anymore, I dragged her out by her hair and told her if she came back I'd do much worse than just a broken nose and a black eye" Sunflower laughed to themselves but stopped when they saw the sad look on Finn's face. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"It's just... I'm surprised you believed me over her" Finn said softly as he looked at the ground, "how she said it, even I would have been convinced."

"Finn, honey, look at me" Sunflower said softly as they raised their empty hand to cup his jaw. "I know you. I know that you are the sweetest, kindest, most honest person I've ever met, and that you wouldn't hurt a soul. Of course I would believe you over her. I've been with you when you cried, when you had your panic attacks, when you had your nightmares. I know that she's a manipulative asshole, and that I shouldn't believe a thing she says."

Finn let out a long sigh of relief before letting himself melt into Sunflower's palm. "You're right, I shouldn't have been scared. You're always there for me, and I'm grateful for that."

"Of course," Sunflower smiled at him, "I love you."

"I love you too Sunflower," Finn smiled as well before leaning in for a soft and reassuring kiss.

[failure--girl]

re-doing my intro

hello!! my name is finny (but you can call me failure, i use it as an online alias because why not) i identify as agender, lesbian, asocial/aplatonic and aroace(flux), with it/any pronouns

i am a minor, but ive self-diagnosed as auDHD, BPD and NPD traits (possisble trichotillomania and anxiety too maybe), i also have an ED which is pretty much the opposite of an@ (i never think im enough of a healthy weight so i overeat) and im still figuring out if im an alterhuman/otherkinbor not (if i am im most likely a angelkin but if i could id live in a foggy forest lake)

main (not triggering) blog: @finn-thefish

side blogs: @m1rror-mirr0r @failure-nightposting @failure-care

INTERESTS:

ghost and pals, omori, ik about mouthwashing but wouldn't consider it an interest, starting to like cuphead, ddlc, pjsk, nso, biology, chemistry, space + more probably i cant remember

MUSIC TASTE:

nirvana, ghost and pals (including reuploaded songs like the abnormality), nso ost, omori ost, ddlc ost, kairikibear, maretu, more popular vocaloid songs like matryoshka and mezmerizer, oingo boingo, lemon demon, mitski, system of a down

OTHER THINGS TO KNOW:

im bulgarian, i love making side blogs, i will also post art here that isnt as family friendly, i love making ocs

TAGS:

ⓘ giggling hyena - idk how to tag this

ʚ♡ɞ ¡shooting stars! ʚ♡ɞ - happy/neutral post

ʚ♡ɞ wilting away.... ʚ♡ɞ - sad/depressed

ʚ♡ɞ a burning ocean ʚ♡ɞ - really really angry + anxious/panic posts

ʚ♡ɞ unburned yet pictures ʚ♡ɞ - pics

ʚ♡ɞ songs of a broken doll ʚ♡ɞ - yapping abt some form of media

ʚ♡ɞ a failure's pencil ʚ♡ɞ - drawings

ʚ♡ɞ a fox's poem ʚ♡ɞ - writing

࿄ ring ring! ࿄ - asks

🦋🦌 - best and only friend

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ - reblogs

[mangomagicaart]

I finished this disability pride print, whee!

It's a showcase of characters with disabilities/neurodivergent characters. I came up with the idea when I was stoned but it's a cool one :D

Everybody in order from bottom left to top right:

Eda Clawthorne/Luz Noceda- The Owl House

Turtleboy/Jack- Bluey

Norma Park- Dead End Paranormal Park

Bojji- Ranking of Kings

Sun Spider- The Spiderverse movies/comics

Chai/Peppermint- Hi Fi Rush

Edward Elric- Fullmetal Alchemist

Shouko Nishimiya- A Silent Voice

Toph Beifong- Avatar the Last Airbender

Spike Spiegel- Cowboy Bebop

Twyla Boogeyman- Monster High

Himeno- Chainsaw Man

Entrapta- She Ra and the Princesses of Power

Vaggie- Hazbin Hotel

Fizzarolli- Helluva Boss

Finn- Adventure Time

Kerfuffle- My Little Pony

Wilt- Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends

Oh by the way, the flowers are significant! They're amaryllis (symbolizing pride and self love) and dandelions (symbolizing hope).

Hope yall enjoy it!

[blenselche]

I don't remember if you've explained this but how does merge hc/Firnn work?

I haven't but here u go:

we'll get there in vanlife au in a few pages but Fern is made up of two things: grass/lamiaceae plants and Finn's soul. Him melding with grass/plants like HW should be possible, but using the same method he should also be able to reform into Finn. Nothing is stopping him from hopping back onto his arm. Nothing fundamentally/physically changed about the grass demon when it devoured the Finn Sword and the bit of soul inside of it, it just changed shapes to conform with the identity/memories it grew itself around. Finn is still cursed, that bond is still there, and he's still an appropriate vessel that would resonate correctly.

outside of the comic/post CAWM? I think if Finn were ever to go to Prismo without thinking on his wording he'd say something stupid like "I wish Fern was back to normal," and... well his "normal" is being a parasitic presence on Finn's arm. I don't think they'd be able to live separately for longer than 10 or so minutes without Fern desiccating/wilting away because he doesn't have a stable body of his own anymore without the curse.

Depending on how long it's been I think he'd be resentful and lose himself a little in Finn. Fern would take every opportunity he could to exist outside of him, it'd be a long while until he's comfortable just living like this now. In vanlife Fern has solidified his "self" over the past 6 years, so it'd be a comforting annoyance that he does to heal Finn, keep HW around (the only reason HW starts letting herself have feelings for him is because Fern's regeneration abilities would turn Finn less-than mortal. She's pragmatic and mortals are too fragile to get attached to), or-- I guess you could think of it as cuddling/a squoze lol. Their soul is closer to itself/almost whole again, it'd feel like a weighted blanket. Finn just wakes up some days and he's got a grass arm and a very grumbly Fern in his head hissing at him to not ask.

idk what heartlurch's/2finn's original idea was with how merge hc would work, but those are mine /shrug/

[petraevesplace]

Queen Nanna commission from the lovely Gouble 💖

After using preexisting dresses for Linoan and Erinys, I decided to try coming up with an original design again and this is my favorite so far. The basis for it was the Rider-Waite version of the Strength tarot card since it’s meanings; bravery, compassion, patience, and inner strength all fit her and her character growth really well. As Gouble and I were working on her design though, I started to come up with backstories and explanations for many of the details in it.

Her cape was a present from Finn and inspired by Lachesis’s cape

The pins on it are from Asbel with the enamel being a specialty of Frest

Mareeta made her a new feather hairpin with help from Finn

It was also Mareeta’s idea to add the fleur de lis in her crown as a reference to the iris flower crown Leif made Nanna

Most of the flowers on her dress were from Linoan except the roses which were given by Diarmuid from Nordion’s garden. Eyvel helped Leif put it together and a preservation spell was put on them to keep them from wilting

[sethsbigtits]

OH MY GOFGDC WILTED FINN I LOVE YOU KING

[identity-library]

Disability (TV Shows)

A:

Action Pack (2022)

Eon (Down Syndrome)

Adventure Time (2010)

Finn Mertens (Amputee)

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (2013)

Akela Amador (Blind, Prosthetic User)

Daniel Sousa (Amputee, Crutch User)

Gordon (Blind)

Leo Fitz (Brain Damage)

Alladin (1994)

Mechanicles (Low Vision)

All The Light We Cannot See (2023)

Marie-Laure (Blind)

American Dad (2005)

Artemis (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

American Dragon: Jake Long (2005)

Peg Leg Pat (Amputee)

A Million Little Things (2018)

Eddie Saville (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Amphibia (2019)

Angwin (Blind)

Lysil (Blind)

Stumpy Stumpson (Multi-Limb Amputee)

Arrested Development (2003)

Buster Bluth (Amputee)

Jack Dorso (Paralyzed)

J. Walter Weatherman (Amputee)

Marky Bark (Prosopagnosia/Face Blindness)

Rita Leeds (Unspecified Intellectual Disability)

Arthur (1996)

Binky Barnes (Allergy - Food)

Buster Baxter (Asthma)

Carl Gould (Autistic)

Francis Haney (Dyslexia)

Fred (Colour Blind)

Fritz Langley (Arthritis)

George Lundgren (Dyslexia)

Jenna Morgan (Allergy - Food)

Jessica (Allergy - Food)

Keith Powers (Autistic)

Lydia Fox (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Maria Pappas (Stutter)

Marina Datillo (Blind)

Mr. Morris (Asthma, Allergies - Dust, Food, Pollen)

Nemo (Allergy - Food)

Nigel Ratburn (Hard of Hearing)

Pickles the Clown (Allergy - Animal)

As We See It (2022)

Harrison Dietrich (Autistic)

Jack Hoffman (Autistic)

Violet Wu (Autistic)

Atypical (2017)

Sam Gardner (Autistic)

Avatar: Legend of Korra (2012)

Ming Hua (No Arms)

Avatar: The Last Airbender (2005)

Combustion Man (Multi-Limb Amputee)

Teo (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Toph Beifong (Blind)

B:

Battlestar Galactica (2004)

Felix Gaeta (Amputee)

Big City Greens (2018)

Bill Green (Amputee)

Big Mouth (2017)

Caleb Linden (Autistic)

Lars (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Breaking Bad (2008)

Walter White Jr. (Cerebral Palsy)

Bluey (2018)

Dougie (Deaf)

Bob's Burgers (2011)

Courtney Wheeler (Congenital Heart Condition)

Rudolph "Regular Sized Rudy" Stieblitz (Asthma)

Bones (2005)

Jack Hodgins (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Zack Addy (Autistic)

Buzz Lightyear of Star Command (2000)

Zeb Nebula (Amputee)

C:

Call the Midwife (2012)

Sally Harper (Down Syndrome)

Chicago Med (2015)

Isidore Latham (Autistic)

Colin from Accounts (2022)

Colin (Wheelchair User)

Community (2009)

Abed Nadir (Autistic)

Jeremy Simmons (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Covert Affairs (2010)

August "Auggie" Anderson (Blind)

Craig of the Creek (2018)

Jackie (Deaf)

D:

Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood (2012)

Chrissie (Unspecified Disability, Crutch User)

Daredevil (2015)

Matthew Murdock/Daredevil (Blind)

Stick (Blind)

Dead End: Paranormal Park (2022)

Hercules (Unspecified Limb Difference)

Nora Khan (Autistic)

Zagan (Amputee)

Deca-Dence (2020)

Natsume (Amputee)

Demon Slayer (2019)

Gyomei Himejima (Blind)

Dirty God (2019)

Jade (Facial Difference)

Doc McStuffins (2012)

Wildlife Will (No Legs)

Doug (1991)

Chad Mayonnaise (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Dragon Tales (1999)

Lorca (No Wings, Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

DuckTales (2017)

Black Heron (Amputee)

Della Duck (Amputee)

E:

Elena of Avalor (2016)

Cristina (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Empire (2015)

Lucious Lyon (Amputee)

ER (1994)

Kerry Weaver (Congenital Hip Dysplasia)

Extraordinary Attorney Woo (2022)

Woo Young-Woo (Autistic)

Extreme Ghostbusters (1997)

Garrett Miller (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

F:

Fairy Tail (2009)

Gildarts Clive (Multi-Limb Amputee)

Family Guy (1999)

Ellen (Down Syndrome)

Joe Swanson (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Stella (Deaf)

Fear the Walking Dead (2015)

Wendell Rabinowitz (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Fireman Sam (1987)

Hannah Sparkes (Unspecified Walking Disability, Wheelchair User)

Josie Phillips (Amputee)

Fish Hooks (2010)

Chief (Amputee)

Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends (2004)

Wilt (Amputee)

Fullmetal Alchemist (2003)

Edward Elric (Amputee)

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood (2009)

Edward Elric (Amputee)

Lan Fan (Amputee)

G:

Game of Thrones (2011)

Bran Stark (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Jaime Lannister (Amputee)

Tyrion Lannister (Dwarfism)

Gargoyles (1994)

Halcyon Renard (Unspecified Illness, Wheelchair User)

Glee (2009)

Artie Abrams (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Becky Jackson (Down Syndrome)

Glitch Techs (2020)

Miko Kubota (ADHD)

Goldie & Bear (2015)

Marian Locks (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Gravity Falls (2012)

Mr. Poolcheck (Amputee)

Grey's Anatomy (2005)

Arizona Robbins (Amputee)

Christina Yang (Dyslexia)

Lucas Adams (ADHD)

Nick Marsh (ADHD)

Virginia Dixon (Autistic)

Growing Up Fisher (2015)

Mel Fisher (Blind)

H:

Hailey's On It (2023)

The Professor (Partially Blind)

Hamster & Gretel (2022)

Gretel Grant-Gomez (ADHD)

Harley Quinn (2019)

Barbara "Babs" Gordon/Batgirl (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Sy Borgman (Amputee, Wheelchair User)

Hazbin Hotel (2024)

Lute (Amputee)

Vaggie (Partially Blind)

Hawkeye (2021)

Clint Barton/Hawkeye (Deaf)

Maya Lopez/Echo (Deaf, Amputee)

Heartbreak High (2022)

Quinni Gallagher-Jones (Autistic)

Heartstoppers (2022)

Felix Britten (Wheelchair User)

House (2004)

Gregory House (Limited Mobility, Cane User)

Human Resources (2022)

Alice Wong (Spinal Muscular Atrophy, Wheelchair User)

Hunter x Hunter (2011)

Komugi (Blind)

I:

Inside Job (2021)

Andre Lee (Tourette's Syndrome)

Reagan Ridley (Autistic, Amputee)

In the Dark (2019)

Murphy Mason (Blind)

InuYasha (2000)

Kaede (Partially Blind)

J:

Jessie (2011)

(Future) Jessie Prescott (Partially Blind)

K:

Kim Possible (2002)

Betty Director (Partially Blind)

Felix Renton (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Sheldon "Gemini" Director (Amputee, Partially Blind)

L:

Land of the Dead (2005)

Charlie Houk (Intellectual Disability, Partially Blind)

Lilo & Stitch: The Series (2003)

Clyde (Amputee)

Locke & Key (2020)

Logan Calloway (Double Amputee)

Loudermilk (2017)

Roger Frostly (Limb Difference)

M:

MacGyver (2016)

Matilda "Matty" Webber (Dwarfism)

Mighty Ducks: The Animated Series (1996)

Baron Von Licktenstamp (Amputee, Partially Blind)

Duke L'Orange (Partially Blind)

Miles From Tomorrowland (2015)

Gong Gong (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Milly Molly (2008)

Ellie Zelig (Blind)

Mixmups (2023)

Giggle (Spine Curvature, Wheelchair User)

Pockets (Partially Blind)

Mom (2013)

Adam Janikowski (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Mr. Munson (Blind)

Monster High (2022)

Bunny Earickson (Down Syndrome)

Deuce Gorgon (Dyslexic)

Finnegan Wake (Limited Mobility)

Meowlody (ADHD)

Twyla Boogeyman (Autistic)

Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur (2023)

Eli (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

My-HiME (2004)

Mashiro Kazahana (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (2010)

Kerfuffle (Amputee)

Scootaloo (Underdeveloped Wings, Limited Abilities)

Stellar Eclipse (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Twist (Speech Impediment)

N:

NCIS (2003)

Carol Wilson (Dwarfism)

Delilah Fielding-McGee (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

NCIS: Los Angeles (2009)

Hetty Lange (Dwarfism)

Joelle Taylor (Amputee)

NCIS: New Orleans (2014)

Patton Plame (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Never Have I Ever (2020)

Rebecca Hall-Yoshida (Down Syndrome)

New Amsterdam (2018)

Elizabeth Wilder (Deaf)

Lauren Bloom (ADHD)

New Girl (2011)

Winston Bishop (Colour Blind)

Ninjago (2011)

Bob (Deaf)

Cyrus Borg (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Jacob Pevsner (Blind)

No-Eyed Pete (Blind)

O:

OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes (2017)

Doctor Greyman (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Red Action (Amputee)

Once Upon a Time (2011)

Blind Witch (Blind)

Seer (Blind)

Only Murders in the Building (2021)

Theo Dimas (Deaf)

Paulette (Wheelchair User)

Our Flag Means Death (2022)

Black Pete (Cleft Lip, Lisp)

Israel "Izzy" Hands (Amputee)

P:

Panic (2022)

Dayna Mason (Wheelchair User)

Parenthood (2010)

Max Braverman (Autistic)

Paw Patrol (2013)

Rex (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Pelswick (2000)

Pelswick Eggert (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Peppa Pig (2004)

Mandy Mouse (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Percy Jackson and the Olympians (2023)

Hephaestus (Unspecified Disability, Cane User)

Person of Interest (2011)

Harold Finch (Chronic Pain, Limited Mobility, Cane User)

Phineas and Ferb (2007)

Heinz Doofenshmirtz (Multi-Limb Amputee)

PJ Masks (2015)

Ivan/Ice Cub (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Polly Pocket (2018)

Lila Draper (Diabetes)

Rahim (Deaf)

Puppy Dog Pals (2017)

Lollie (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Pupstruction (2023)

Roxy (Amputee, Wheelchair User)

Q:

R:

Raising Dion (2019)

Dion (ADHD, Asthma)

Esperanza Jimenez (Osteogenesis Imperfecta, Wheelchair User)

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja (2012)

S. Ward Smith (Blind)

Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure (2017)

Hook Foot (Amputee)

Hook Hand (Amputee)

King Edmund (Amputee)

Lord Demanitus (Partially Blind)

Roswell, New Mexico (2019)

Alex Manes (Amputee)

RWBY (2013)

Yang Xiao Long (Amputee)

S:

Sesame Street (1969)

Ameera (Spinal Cord Injury, Wheelchair/Crutches User)

Aristotle (Blind)

Julia (Autistic)

Katie (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Linda (Deaf)

Tarah (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Tyrone "Traction" "TJ" Jackson (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Sex Education (2019)

Aisha Green (Deaf)

Isaac Goodwin (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Shake It Up (2010)

Cecelia "CeCe" Jones (Dyslexia)

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)

Entrapta (Autistic)

Tallstar (Amputee)

Silent Witness (1996)

Clarissa Mullery (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Sofia the First (2012)

Cassandra (Blind)

South Park (1997)

David Nelson (Dwarfism)

James "Jimmy" Vulmer (Limited Mobility, Crutch User)

Kyle Schwartz (Asthma)

Nathan (Down Syndrome)

Ned Gerblanski (Amputee)

Philip Argyle (Diabetes)

Scott Malkinson (Diabetes)

Sophie Grey (Diabetes)

Stan Marsh (Asthma)

Thomas (Tourette's Syndrome)

Timmy L. Burch (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Speechless (2016)

J.J. DiMeo (Cerebral Palsy)

Spirit Riding Free (2017)

Eleanor Kimble (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

Star Trek: The Next Generation (1987)

Geordi La Forge (Blind)

Star Wars Rebels (2014)

Kanan Jarrus (Blind)

Station 19 (2018)

Robert Sullivan (Chronic Pain)

Stumptown (2019)

Ansel Parios (Down Syndrome)

Supernatural (2005)

Bobby Singer (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Eileen Leahy (Deaf)

Pamela Barnes (Blind)

Superstore (2015)

Garrett McNeil (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Nicki (Dwarfism, Wheelchair User)

S.W.A.T. (2017)

Dominique Luca (Dyslexia)

T:

Teamo Supremo (2002)

Larry/Laser Pirate (Partially Blind)

The Baby-Sitters Club (2020)

Stacey McGill (Type 1 Diabetes)

The Big Bang Theory (2007)

Emily (Deaf)

Sheldon Cooper (Autistic)

The Casagrandes (2019)

Carlos "CJ" Casagrande Jr. (Down Syndrome)

The Dragon Prince (2018)

Amaya (Deaf)

Claudia (Amputee)

Leola (Autistic)

Sol Regem/Anak Araw (Blind)

Villads (Blind)

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (2021)

James "Bucky" Barnes (Amputee)

The Flash (2014)

Hartley Rathaway/Pied Piper (Deaf)

The Ghost and Molly McGee (2021)

Juniper "June" Chen (Autistic)

The Good Doctor (2017)

Shaun Murphy (Autistic)

The Lion Guard (2016)

Ono (Low Vision)

The Little Mermaid (1992)

Gabriella (Deaf)

The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (1888)

Papa Heffalump (Allergies)

The Office (2005)

William "Billy" Merchant (Wheelchair User)

The Owl House (2020)

Dell Clawthorne (Partially Blind)

Eda Clawthorne (Amputee)

Hieronymus Bump (Low Vision)

Luz Noceda (ADHD)

The Proud Family (2001)

Bebe Winans (Autistic)

Johnny McBride (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

The Rookie (2018)

Tim Bradford (Unspecified Learning Disability)

The Secret Saturdays (2008)

Solomon "Doc" Saturday (Partially Blind)

The Sex Lives of College Girls (2021)

Jocelyn (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

The Simpsons (1989)

Anton Lubchenko (Amputee)

Bart Simpson (ADHD)

Carl Carlson (Diabetes)

Charles Montgomery Burns (Limited Mobility)

Dia-Betty (Diabetes)

Dubya Spuckler (Partially Blind)

Duffman (Dyslexia)

Gary Coleman (Dwarfism)

Hans Moleman (Limited Mobility)

Herman Hermann (Amputee)

Jasper Beardsley (Amputee, Diabetes, Limited Mobility)

Jitney Spuckler (Scoliosis)

Joe C. (Celiac Disease, Dwarfism)

Kearney Zzyzwicz (Dyslexia)

Krusty the Clown (Heart Disease)

Ling Bouvier (Diabetes)

Maya (Dwarfism)

Melvin Van Horne (Lactose Intolerance)

Milkhouse Van Houten (Allergies, Asthma, Lactose Intolerance)

Monk Murphy (Deaf)

Ralph Wiggum (Intellectual Disability)

Rod Flanders (Diabetes)

Sideshow Mel (Lactose Intolerance)

The Suite Life of Zack & Cody (2005)

Bob (Dyslexic)

The Walking Dead (2010)

Connie (Deaf)

Hershel Greene (Amputee)

The Wild Thornberrys (1998)

Bethany Gibson (Cerabral Palsy, Wheelchair User)

The 100 (2014)

Raven Reyes (Chronic Pain, Nerve Damage)

This Close (2019)

Kate (Deaf)

Michael (Deaf)

Thomas and Friends: All Engines Go (2021)

Bruno (Autistic)

Total Drama (Franchise)

Cody (Allergies)

Jay (Allergies, Lactose Intolerance)

Mickey (Allergies, Lactose Intolerance)

Hezekias "Zee" (Limb Difference)

U:

V:

Voltron: Legendary Defender (2016)

Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane (Amputee)

W:

X:

Y:

Years and Years (2019)

Rosie Lyons (Spina Bifida, Wheelchair User)

Yuki Yuna Is a Hero (2013)

Sonoka Nogi (Paralyzed)

Togo Mimori (Paralyzed, Wheelchair User)

Z:

#:

101 Dalmatians: The Series (1997)

Tripod (Amputee)

101 Dalmatian Street (2019)

Da Vinci (Autistic)

Dawkins (Autistic)

Delgado (Unspecified Disability, Wheelchair User)

9-1-1 (2018)

Christopher Diaz (Cerebral Palsy)

9-1-1: Lone Star (2020)

Mateo Chavez (Dyslexia)

[disabilityshowdown]

and with that, folks, we have finished the preliminaries!

our aim was to get 132 characters narrowed down to 64, we narrowed them down to 67, because of an amazing three polls where the difference was made by literally a single vote, and i think as far as preliminaries go, that's not preference that's chance (one vote may make the difference when it comes to the final rounds, bc then it's exciting, but here that's a tie)

you can view the complete set here

which means more importantly, i can reveal who those 67 are up against!

so without further ado, here are the 64 characters that you guys nominated the most, in order of who got the most nominations! (read left to right, up to down, or look at the list i'm about to put under the cut)

the post containing the full bracket can be found here, and as usual, image description and list of characters under the cut!

ID: An 8x8 square containing icons of the following 64 characters, in this order:

Eda Clawthorne (The Owl House) 

Hiccup and Toothless (they’re a set do not separate) (How to Train Your Dragon)

Barbara Gordon/Oracle (DC)

Toph Beifong (Avatar: the Last Airbender)

Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Ashton Greymoore (Critical Role)

Finn Mertens (Adventure Time)

Kitty Softpaws (Puss in Boots)

Matt Murdock/Daredevil (Marvel)

Clint Barton/Hawkeye (Marvel)

Nicholas Benedict (The Mysterious Benedict Society)

Donatello (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - both Rise and IDW)

Octavio Silva (Apex Legends)

Crutchie (Newsies)

Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader (Star Wars)

Amaya (The Dragon Prince)

Charles Xavier/Professor X (Marvel)

Viktor (Arcane)

Taimi (Guild Wars 2)

Johnny Joestar (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Vash the Stampede (Trigun Stampede)

Drey Ferin (Just Roll With It)

Geordi LaForge (Star Trek)

Kaz Brekker (Six of Crows)

Melanie King (The Magnus Archives)

Snake (Zero Escape)

Future Leo (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

Janice Palmer (Welcome to Night Vale)

Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

Alphonse Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier (Marvel)

Della Duck (Ducktales)

Jayfeather (Warrior Cats)

Shouko Nishimiya (A Silent Voice)

Violet Evergarden (Violet Evergarden)

Briarlight (Warrior Cats)

Ticket Jerry (Dialtown)

Yang Xiao Long (RWBY)

Ricky Potts (Ride the Cyclone)

Jimmy Valmer (South Park)

Terezi Pyrope (Homestuck)

Bruno Madrigal (Encanto)

Gregory House (House MD)

Moon Knight (Marvel)

Shanks (One Piece)

Chai (Hi-Fi Rush)

Kazuhira Miller (Metal Gear Solid)

Izaya Orihara (Durarara)

Finnegan Wake (Monster High)

Frankie Stein (Monster High)

Sage Beldaruit (Witch Hat Atelier)

Urakawa Mamoru (Mega Man)

Teo (Avatar: the Last Airbender)

Tavros Nitram (Homestuck)

Hearthstone (Magnus Chase)

Tony Stark/Iron Man (Marvel)

Rani (Pixie Hollow)

Wilt (Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends)

Izumi Curtis (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Juno Steel (Penumbra Podcast)

Imperator Furiosa (Mad Max)

Bentley (Sly Cooper)

Quasimodo (Hunchback of Notre Dame)

Nagito Komaeda (Dangan Ronpa)

[pacifymebby]

Love In a Haunted House

I wrote this for @zablife 's 2k celebration. Congratulations again lovely and thank you for coming up with this cool and creative spooky little idea for a celebration!!! This was lots of fun to write, I am so sorry it's so so long, I guess I got a little carried away!!! I also hope that I've done this right and its at least somewhere in the realms of what you were hoping for!!!!

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The Shelby Manor was everything she'd been warned it would be but it was also so much worse...

It had begun that very first night, the night of the welcome home party being held in your honour. The newly weds happily returned home from their honeymoon. Tommy and his beautiful - almost too beautiful - bride.

You had stood hand in hand whilst Arthur had made his somewhat awkward celebratory speech, wishing prosperity, wishing happiness and many, many babies, a speech which could have been written for anyone. A speech which sounded as though it had already been spoken once, for someone else, one of those other women had loved before he'd loved you.

You'd stood there at the center of the ballroom trying to ignore the clawing sensation of suspicious eyes trailing you, studying and scrutinising you. Every mumur which drifted to you over the music disturbed you, tugged at your own suspicions. The suspicion that you just didn't quite match up to the woman who had once stood where you stood now. Who had once been held by the hands which held you now, one on your waist, one on your cheek. The eyes which looked into yours, perhaps they searched yours for the echo of someone else.

Tommy had done his best to reassure you, he'd told you that his family were always suspicious of outsiders.

"We have to be careful angel, they know that, it takes them a long time to put their trust in strangers but don't worry..."

"What if I am worried Tommy?"

"If you are then you shouldn't be, they won't let you stay a stranger very long..."

At first you hadn't been certain what he meant by that, the glow of warmth in his eyes doing little to quell your nerves. However when finally you began to meet them you started joining the dots.

They were curious. That is to say they asked a lot of questions and even when they weren't asking a question their eyes shimmered and shadowed with them. Unspoken remarks, things they knew they didn't need to say. Even the little compliments they did give felt backhanded or riddled with hidden meaning.

From Aberama and the infamous Aunt Pol, whom Tommy had always talked so fond and so proud of, to Arthur, Ada, John and Finn... some of Tommy's treasured siblings, the ice had felt thick. They were all so much colder than Tommy had told you they would be. All of them icy behind their grey and blue eyes. Ada hadn't a thing to say to you that wasn't accompanied by a smirk. John had looked at you with the removed serenity of a ghost. That is to say he didn't look serene at all.

Michael, the cousin, had been reserved but his friend Isaiah had been charming, the warmest person in the room and the only person who offered you any kind of real welcome. But it was Isaiah that had started the trouble. Or at least it was the girl his laughter and summoned.

"There you are Fen, where's you sister?" Tommy had smiled at the youngest Shelby sibling as she wrapped her arms around Isaiah's shoulders and stood on tiptoe to rest her chin in the crook of his neck. Her eyes fixed on you, flickered over you and then glared cold and stubborn into your eyes.

You could only watch, struck with a shyness that Sylvia Gray was no stranger to. It happened all the time, especially when she was dressed as she was now - as if she'd just dropped in from a night at the ballet, her white tights shimmering, her silk skirt draped from her hips like wilting petals about to fall.

She had a grey, clouded gaze and when she let her eyes rest on you you felt a cold creep up your spine. Icy fingers on the back of your neck.

"Ask Bonnie..." she shrugged refusing to look at her brother. Her eyes unblinking, fixed on you. You tried to hold her gaze, tried to smile but that only seemed to make her worse because when you smiled her lips remained set, a thin line, her cheeks somehow hollowed, her expression stark. Quiet and uncanny.

You wanted to look away but you couldn't. It felt like watching two cars collide in slow motion. It felt like watching a man with a gun held to his head.

"Fen," Tommy coughed, "this is y/n," he said fixing his sister with a cold stare of his own. One which might have scared her once.

"Oh," she blinked, her expression changed in a heartbeat, her smile wide, her eyes shimmering as she clasped your hands in hers, "it's so good to finally meet you! You know Tommy didn't do you any justice at all, you're much prettier than he described..." it would have left you smiling had Isaiah not narrowed his eyes, it would have been a welcome warmth had Tommy not sighed and wrapped his arm around you as though to protect you from a chill.

"Don't worry angel, the twins are only visiting, they aren't staying long..."

"Oh," you said softly, saddened because Sylvie had so far, said the kindest words you'd heard all evening and the thought that the only sweet Shelby might be leaving in a couple of days filled you with disappointment. "That's a shame."

Tommy didn't correct you, only gave your hand a squeeze. He was beginning to wonder if all of this was a mistake.

"The twins are very defensive," he said, "they lost their mother when they were very.."

"Not spilling all our secrets I hope Tommy..."

Her voice was cold and sweet, like frost on the windows on the first winter morning. Her complexion was just as cold. She'd come out of nowhere but now she stood before you both like a waif. Her eyes cloudy and daydreamy, hauntingly distant as she gazed up at you and not at her brother.

You recognised the young man who caught her hand and tugged her back a step, his eyes looking between the two of you with what was becoming a familiar concern.

"Y/N's family now Fen, don't keep secrets in this family do we..."

"Only fools tell the truth in this family," she said her voice drifting in as though from far away. It was hard to imagine her as anything but the ghost of the dying swan you knew she was famed for playing.

"They hate me don't they?" You whispered to Tommy later. The two of you were slow dancing, your guests dancing just as slow and swaying as you. They surrounded you, moving in time with the music and yet their bodies were not enough to shield you from that clawing, unforgiving gaze.

The twins were watching you from across the room. Their eyes dark, gloomy and frosted over. They were holding hands, perfectly still. Their dresses wilting from their ghostly bodies. Their eyes followed you around the room, shimmering, haunted, threatening you quietly.

You couldn't understand how those two boys could stand so close. How they could hold their hands without catching a chill.

Yes, there was something haunted about the twins. Something which haunted you for the rest of the evening and for many evenings to come.

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The haunting began that night. Tommy had taken you to bed the way a good husband should. He'd helped you undress, delicate fingers undoing all the little ribbons and ties which had held you together all evening. He'd dropped to his knees as he'd slipped the fabric of your silk dress down your waist, bunched it up in his fists at your hips and then dragged it down over your thighs letting it fall in a crumpled heap at your feet.

He'd kissed you a thousand times, every inch of you touched, caressed and sighed upon, made love to you and made you feel loved. And then he'd held you, he'd fallen asleep holding you in his arms, his hand resting on your back as you used his body as your bed. Your hair splayed across his chest.

But where he had fallen asleep quickly, where he'd found home comfort and rest you had found yourself restless. Worried, taunted by memories of the evening. All of those suspicious glances, all of those feigned welcomes. The short smiles. The cold eyes. The stiff way his family had spoken to you.

John who had drifted around like a ghost. Ada who had distanced herself from you. Who hadn't let Karl near you even when he'd asked to dance with the "pretty lady in the red dress."

The twins who had gazed at you the way one might gaze at a doomed creature about to stumble in the dark of an unforgiving wood.

You had thought you might have finally been about to sleep, your eyes were heavy, the room was dark but for the pale glow of an orange harvest moon.

And that's when you heard it. The whispering.

You couldn't make out the words but you were certain that that's what they were. That someone was talking to you, a voice just behind you. Coming from the walls.

"Holy Mother of God,"

"Pray for us."

"Holy Virgin of virgins,"

"Pray for us."

"St. Michael"

"Pray for us."

"At Gabriel..."

You recognised the names of the saints listed one by one, the whispers overlapping and weaving in and out of one another so that you couldn't be sure how many voices there were. How many ghosts were watching over you then.

You reached for Tommy, tried to whisper his name but something silenced you, fear caught in your throat.

You tried to strain your eyes through the dark but there was nothing. You tried to reason with yourself but you couldn't deny what you heard. The litany of the saints being whispered through the walls, soft scratching voices in the dark, dancing all around the bed. All you could do was lie there, listening, gazing up at the ceiling, saying a little prayer of your own. One for silence. For peace.

You awoke the next morning with dry stinging eyes. Your head hurt. You couldn't remember falling asleep, you could only remember lying there, stiff and still, Tommy's warm body beneath yours unable to offer even a shred of comfort to you as your heart raced, thudding in your ears but never loud enough to drown those whispers out...

"You look tired love," Tommy frowned when you pushed yourself up and away from him, his hands caught your lower back and tried to hold you still and close to him. "Come love, settle down, we've nowhere to be, stay with me eh, make the most of this privacy whilst we've still got it..."

But all you could think about were those voices. Those relentless whispers which had taunted you all through the night so you frowned and shook your head and left your husband feeling cold.

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Three nights later you lay awake. Listening.

"All holy angels and archangels,"

"Pray for us,"

You lay on your back starring up at the ceiling through the dark, eyes burning and dry, stinging with exhaustion. Your husband sleeping peacefully beneath you, blissful and unaware of your torment. Of this nightly trial you were forcing yourself to endure alone.

"All holy orders of blessed spirits,"

"Pray for us."

Shimmering ethereal voices, ghostly, fae like. They wouldn't leave you alone. Always whispering to you through the walls.

It was an old house and you weren't stupid. You'd checked the wall for cavities, done your best to examine the bedroom in the daylight searching for any tricks which could be being played on you. But you'd found nothing.

"St. John the Baptist,"

"Pray for us,"

"St. Joseph,"

"Pray for us,"

You'd taken a Bible from the library and you'd scoured it for the words you could remember from each long uneasy night but your research was fruitless and every night since moving into Arrow House you'd found yourself haunted, lying awake unable to tune out of the sound of your racing heart and those frantic weaving whispers which tangled around your bed like a cloud of cursed mist.

"All holy patriarchs and prophets,"

"Pray for us..."

The morning after the second night at Arrow House you'd been lingering around the archives in the library, fingers skimming over the spines of books which documented the history of the local area.

"Taking a history lesson love?" Asked Polly who had been resting on a chaise longe not so far away. You'd turned to her, feeling shy, feeling silly. Trying to hold back the question on your lips.

"This house Polly... is it haunted?"

But the woman had only smirked, her eyes full of shadows, all these things she knew that you didn't. Things which perhaps Tommy's previous wife had known. Ghosts which perhaps she hadn't been afraid of.

"Aren't they all?"

You'd felt like a fool, welled up with shame for having asked. Welled up with shame for having been frightened now by Polly too. She'd looked at you and her smirk had remained, hadn't faded,hadn't broken to a reassuring smile.

She'd looked at you as though she'd already made up her mind about you. It took guts to be a Shelby. Guts which perhaps you just didn't have.

You'd stewed and sulked all the day long. Loathing yourself for scaring so easily. Loathing yourself for behaving like a frightened little girl.

Tonight, you had decided would be different.

Tonight you were too tired to go on, so exhausted that you couldn't bare to lie still and tortured any longer. So exhausted that you hardly even noticed your feet slip from the bed to the cool floor, your legs carrying you against your will to the window. It was as though you were possessed. Your ears burnt with the fear you'd carried in your soul all week, your cheeks burnt with it too. You were aware of your pulse rushing through you, could feel its relentless beat in your wrists and your neck. You could hear it in your ears.

"St. Peter,"

"Pray for us,"

"St. Paul,"

"Pray for us."

As you moved quietly across the bedroom floor you felt their voices lick at your bare arms. Cold fingers crawling up your neck. Spider silk touches tangling all around you.

You needed air. You needed to open the bedroom window. You needed to look out at the still night and remind yourself how the dark can play tricks on you. How the human brain can be oh so vulnerable to suggestion.

This could all just be a terrible dream.

"St. Andrew,"

"Pray for us,"

"St James,"

"Pray for us."

Your fingers curled around the window ledge as you struggled to push the panel up over your head. It was stiff, as if it hadn't been opened for years, and when finally it came loose the scrape of wood against wood made your skin bristle. A gado escaping you. You stood frozen, holding your breath. Trying to hear Tommy's soft snores. Trying to reassure yourself that you were still alright, that you were far more brave than you thought.

But when you tried to tune into Tommy's soft snores all you could hear was the whispering...

"St. John,"

"Pray for us,"

"St. Thomas,"

"Pray for us,"

And that's when you saw her. White glow beneath the moon, dress shimmering, moving gently with the midnight breeze.

A waif of a girl strung up on a wooden cross in the middle of the lawn. Her head hanging limp, her fingers thin and lifeless. A ghost scintillating casting a shadow on the lawn.

The sound of your scream seemed to come to you from far away, from somewhere outside of yourself as you let go of the windowsill and stumbled backwards knocking into the bed, your hands clasped over your mouth.

You hit your head on the bed post, a pain shooting through your lower back as you tumbled and someone's arms wrapped around you. A voice trying to hush you... a voice you could hardly hear above that relentless whispering.

"St. Matthias,"

"Pray for us "

"St. Barnabas,"

"Pray for us."

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"St. Luke,"

"Pray for us,"

"St. Mark,"

"Pray for us."

When you awoke you could hear them still. Your head ached and a sharp pain shot through you when you tried to use yourself up but you were determined not to appear weak and you could sense eyes on you.

They were holding hands. The twins sitting just across from you, gazing down at you where you lay on your back, head resting against the pillows.

"Oh," smiled Sonya, or was it Sylvie, today you couldn't tell, their eyes were glazed and cloudy grey identical. The cold way they watched you didn't match their smiles.

"You're awake, one of us should tell Tommy,"

"He's been worrying about you,"

You couldn't help but wonder why then they didn't move. Why Tommy wasn't there. Why both girls were just sitting there, holding hands, gazing at you as if you were a rabbit caught in a trap.

You did your best to hold their gaze but there was something so detached about them, their cloudy eyes, their sweet smiles, the way they moved in perfect harmony. It disturbed you, left you struggling to hide the tremble of your fingers as their wispy brown hair caught int he draft and moved delicately on a breeze. Reminded you of the girl you'd see on the lawn last night.

Finally Sonya stood. She dropped her sisters hand and drifted out of the room. You could hear her talking to someone in the hallway and hoped it was Tommy. You didn't want to be left alone with Sylvie for too long. Not when you were sure she'd not blinked since you had opened your eyes. Not when she was watching you now the way a spider stalks its pray. When she spoke you couldn't hide your start.

"We were praying for you, could you hear us?"

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After the incident in the bedroom things settled, not quite comfortably quiet but just enough that for a day or two you began to relax.

Tommy had hardly left your side because you'd bruised your back on the bedpost quite badly when you'd fallen and the doctor had instructed you to get a lot of rest. You'd hit your head badly too and so Tommy had gotten himself all wound up and worried about you. The doctor had said a lot of rest but Tommy had overruled and so for several days you were confined to your bed. Head propped up on pillows, the maids in attendance constantly checking that the new Mrs Shelby was comfortable. That you had enough to drink, to eat, that you weren't going to take another turn.

Tommy spent as much of his day with you as he could. He was sorry you'd had such an unfortunate welcome into the family. That your first week at the house had taken such a sour turn. But what concerned him most of all is that so far you'd not said a word to him about what had given you such a fright in the first place. He knew you, you were a smart, brave girl. You might have been younger than his last wife, you might have had less worldly experience but you certainly weren't frail, naive or stupid. And yet something had happened, something had scared you enough that you'd screamed and fallen with such a shock as to hit your head, as to spend a day unconscious but for strange, frantic mumbling as you slept. He'd asked you several times what it was that had given you such a fright, determined to understand what had really happened, but you were so conscious of sounding like a silly little girl that you daren't tell him what you'd seen. You didn't want him to think you were the kind of immature girl who believed in ghosts.

So you'd kept quiet and you'd tried to reason with yourself. Tried to convince yourself that you hadn't really seen anything at all. That you'd simply been tired, that you'd simply been tired to the point of exhaustion. Your mind had been playing tricks on you. You'd let your imagination get the better of you. Perhaps Polly was right, perhaps every house is haunted, but you'd never seen a ghost before and it would be silly to imagine you had suddenly developed The Sight now.

Aside from Tommy the rest of the family didn't pay you many visits. Ada was busy with Karl but Tommy always told you she'd asked after you at breakfast. Polly, he said, didn't come to this wing of the house anymore. You'd tried not to dwell on the shadow in his eyes when he'd said that. The men were all busy of course. But to your surprise and guilted dismay, the twins came to see you several times. Usually when Tommy was busy with work. They offered to sit with you so that you wouldn't be alone.

"You never know, she might tell us what happened..."

"Girls talk to one another don't they Tom."

It was on your sixth morning in Arrow House that you decided to ask them a question which had been niggling at you for a little while. You feared their answer but not as much as you feared their silence. The way they watched you wordlessly, the way they sat there silently, holding hands, starring at you. No, it was better to try and engage the strange girls in conversation that it was to endure their skin crawling silence. So you asked.

"Tommy said something the other day..." you started, "about your aunt Pol,"

"You look scared," said Sylvie.

"Does Pol scare you?" smirked Sonya. They were laughing at you, they weren't giggling out loud but you could see the amusement in their eyes. You'd heard twins often shared telepathy, you wondered if they were laughing together. If they were talking about you now.

"Tommy said she doesn't come to this wing of the house anymore..." you said, "he made it sound like there was... I don't know? Some kind of reason for that? Did she used to?"

"Oh," they breathed, their voices sighing in harmony, sending a shiver down your spine. Cold fingers on the back of your neck.

"She used to live in this wing..." started Sonya, her fingers laced with Sylvia's, locking and unlocking slowly.

"These used to be her quarters actually but then..." Sylvie trailed off, her voice blending with Sonya's, the two of them talking to you so seamlessly that their voices seemed to weave in and out and mist in the air around you. The effect was dizzying and you blinked back at them, spellbound.

"She... well, its a family matter really..."

"She's a private woman, likes to keep her secrets..."

"Tommy says we don't have secrets in this family..." You said quietly, your eyes flickering between them trying to keep track of which voice belonged to which girl.

"Only fools tell the truth in this family," they said together, their eyes going dead, their lips set in a thin line. Their fingers locked together.

"Something happened to Polly a few years ago..."

"A brush with death..."

"She hasn't been the same since... she..."

"Started hearing things... started saying she could speak with..."

"The dead... dark stuff you know, she stopped eating, stopped sleeping..."

"Said they were driving her mad because they never stopped,"

"From dusk till dawn always the same... all these poor souls..."

"Always praying..."

"What?" you tried to hide the way you shook but you voice wavered, your eyes a little wide. For a second you felt your heart beating in your throat. Had to struggle to swallow it down. "Did... did she ever see anything?" you asked but before you could finish the sentence they were smirking. Their eyes glistening with another laugh. You felt stupid before they were giggling. You felt worse the longer their laughter dragged out.

"Its shit y/n," Sylvie cracked a grin, her laugh sharp as she started giggling, her sister dissolving into giggles beside her.

"Total shit, Polly just wanted the newer wing, its prettier, warmer in the winter..."

"Like we said, only fools tell the truth in this family..."

But there'd been something about their story you couldn't ignore. Something in the way their voices had woven in and out of one another. How they knew the story so well that they'd been able to tell it side by side, finishing each others sentences. Lies are never told so seamlessly.

They left you then, told you you really ought to get some sleep.

"You look like shit y/n,"

"You look worse than Sonny on opening night!"

And you did, get a little that is.

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You must have drifted off sometime before lunch because the first time you awoke you found a tray with toast and eggs gone cold. The silverware had steamed and condensed and when you lifted the lid little droplets of water dampened the stale dish, left dew drops on the china plate. You felt a tinge of sadness then knowing that Tommy hadn't bothered to visit you at lunch the way he usually did. Knowing that even the servants must have decided to turn on you since they'd not even bothered to wake you. Just left the tray to go cold.

You fell back against your pillows and sighed. Your eyes returning to the window where the sun shone through the misty afternoon and flocked the curtains with little rainbows. It was when you closed your eyes that you heard it begin again.

At first you weren't sure. You'd never heard those desperate murmurs in the daylight, only ever in the loneliest hours of the night. But when you opened your eyes and let them flicker around the room, as your ears strained to hear the words, you grew certain. It was that nightmarish congregation again. Praying. Just as Polly had heard.

"All holy martyrs,"

"Pray for us."

You felt a wave of desperation, of hopelessness wash over you then. Realising that though you'd hoped your torment could be explained away with exhaustion and anxiety, you were realising that perhaps this haunting was in fact real.

That these voices were the reason Polly didn't venture to this side of the house. That perhaps all houses were haunted, just as she'd said.

"St. Sylvester,"

"Pray for us."

You closed your eyes, held your hands over your ears trying to block out the voices but you couldn't. You knew the litany by heart yourself, and no matter how hard you tried the whispering penetrated into your mind and weaved its menacing enchantment through you.

You were nervous now, yes, trembling. Your eyes squeezed shut.

"St. Gregory,"

"Pray for us."

When you realised your lips were mumbling along you clenched your jaw, bit down until you could taste blood.

"St. Ambrose,"

"Pray for us."

You couldn't tell if you were asleep or awake, head swirling with a heavy cloud, a fearful cloud. The litany weaving and lacing through from dream to reality.

When you opened your eyes it was daylight. The sun through the mist, rainbows refracted on the curtains.

Two girls holding hands at the foot of your bed. their heads hanging limp. They're white nightgowns moving just as ghostly as their whispy blonde hair, caught gentle sway on the draught from the open window.

"St. Dominic,"

"Pray for us."

"St. Francis,"

"Pray for us."

You watched them in horror, paralysed with fear where you lay. You wanted to scream but there was something in your throat, your breath caught there, a lump your voice couldn't push past. So you watched in silence, willing yourself to faint. Willing them to disappear.

"All holy priests and levites,"

"Pray for us."

You couldn't see their faces, couldn't see their lips moving but you knew it was them. You knew it was their prayer which had been haunting you now for days.

"All holy monks and hermits,"

"Pray for us."

Could they be praying for their sister? The girl in the garden strung up on the cross?

Your eyes grew heavy, your body dragged down into the mattress by some inhuman weight. As sleep dragged you returning to, or perhaps just leaving your dream you felt a doomed shadow grip you. A melancholy, a hysteria you couldn't hold onto.

The next time you awoke it was evening. The sun was a wash of milky orange on the curtains which had been drawn over the window. Someone had left it open and when the drapes billowed, moving like candle flame in the breeze, you shivered to remember what you weren't sure you'd really seen.

Those two girls at the foot of your bed. Ghostly. It was the only way to describe them. Spectre like with their shadowy translucence. Their haunted prayer which drifted back to you know. The Litany going on and on and on. A hushed whisper guiding you from your restless sleep to the real world. A hushed whisper luring you now too, even now when you were sitting up, certain that you were awake. Certain that this moment now was real, not a dream.

"Be merciful,"

"Spare us, 0 Lord."

A hushed whisper guiding your eyes from your trembling fingers to the foot of the bed where instead of two girls standing over you rested a heart shaped box.

"Be merciful,"

You frowned, curious, your gaze resting on the pretty pink box. It looked like a box of chocolates. A gift perhaps left by Tommy?

"Graciously hear us, 0 Lord."

You reached for it, leaning forward, a twist of discomfort in your stomach as you picked it up, felt the weight of it in your hands. You shook it but it didn't rattle.

A gift from Tommy, you weren't so sure, nervous to hope. Nervous to hold onto the glimmer of hope it could be a comfort from him.

You fingers took the note tag and spun it round. As you closed your eyes you couldn't help but join in with those whispered prayers...

"Be merciful,"

[yuurivoice]

As far as the withered debacle, what about Wilted!Finn? Or would you rather not tie it back to a plant thing?

I feel like if I went with Wilted I'd just be mad it wasn't Withered lmfao

There's also the fact that he won't necessarily be withered or wilted, he won't reflect those words literally. Withered just sounds great, which is probably why FNAF used it in the first place even though they're not plant related!

The right word will turn up when it's time. I gotta get my eyes on him before really starting to brainstorm.

[midnightlee25]

Yandere Cartoon Network MasterList

Main Masterlist

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Wilt

Wyatt Williams

 Duncan Rosenblatt

Duncan

Mystique Sonia

Mordecai

Grizz (Human)

Zane

Kai

Finn Mertens

Marceline & Bubblegum

Accidentally hurting their darling -  Lance Lunis, Ilana Lunis, Newton

Wilt with a darling that has a sprained ankle

Platonic Yandere: Grim, Billy and Mandy with a best friend that is being bullied

Character headcanons: Lin Chung

Platonic Yandere: Frankie with a younger sibling who also helps around the foster house

Character headcanons: Mighty Ray

Character headcanons: Mystique Sonia

Most delusional to least delusional - Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu

Character headcanons: (Human) Ice Bear

Would they be friends first or get straight to the point - Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu

Platonic vs Romantic: Grim

Platonic Yandere:  Norville "Shaggy" Rogers with a younger sibling who loves everything horror

Most delusional to least delusional - Scooby-Doo! Mystery Incorporated

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Yandere Team-ups: Heather & Courtney & Gwen

[mercurysunstar]

finn wittrock / he/him ——— no way is that CASPER WINSTON.. they’re a 40-year-old SYNTH notoriously known for being FICKLE & INDECISIVE but there are some people who have seen them being ASSERTIVE & DISCIPLINED. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of not staying in one place for a long time, drowning in a sea of wilting roses and shooting for the stars because the earth is not enough but that could just be because they’re considered the NOMAD around town. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through..

tw drunk driving

additional information

casper was never good with emotions even from a young age he struggled regulating them and understanding them, he couldn't understand why he'd feel angry for no reason or sad the next. it eventually got to a point he just shut them down all together

that was when he was a teenager and it made his life hell of a lot worse for it, starting fights randomly, never crying or grieving especially after his best friend had passed in a drunk driving accident that he was involved in when he was in high school

his 'grieving' happened in drinking and refused to go to therapy because he deemed he didn't really "need it"

things seemed to flip for him though when he met clarice and for the first time ever fell in love with someone

he'd have girlfriends in the past, even a boyfriend at one point, but he never really felt anything for them not the way he did clarice so he proposed to her

because of these 'new' feelings (at least to him) he was having a hard time actually commiting to the marriage part of the proposal and after her mom had passed it really only solidified those feelings so after he kept coming up with an excuse after excuse she broke things off with him

for the first time again there was a new feeling and he hated this one, leaving dallas for a while (a few years to be exact) to try and make them go away

he's back now and currently looking for a new job in town trying to steer clear of clarice because he's unsure of if those feelings are still there or not