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WHAT TRAGIC HORROR CHARACTER TROPE ARE YOU?
BLU:
the harbinger -- the harbingers have been through fire. you've got the scars to show for it. some people say harbingers are jaded- scary, even, to people who don't understand that the harbinger has seen the edge of the world and survived it. but being the harbinger means you're cursed to watch younger, brighter eyes fall for the same traps you did. trying to help isn't enough for you; you know what they're getting themselves into, and you want to protect them the way no one ever protected you, so why won't they just listen? it's frustrating. it's terrifying. no one should have to live through what you did, and i hope you know that you can't protect everyone but it's damn noble of you to try. it's not your job to save the world but i hope you know you've already made a difference to everyone who has taken your words to heart.
RED:
that which cannot be known -- oh god. how did it come to this? to some extent, you've gone so far past your own idea of "human" that it must be kind of fun, right? maybe. i'm not sure. as an artefact of cosmic horror, you're wild and wacky and colourful and people are probably drawn to that, but you will never let them know you. the mystery intrigues for a while, but it'll wear everyone down. it'll wear you down, too. who are you? do you remember? are you so far gone that you can't go back? and maybe that's the most tragic thing of all- becoming so distorted in your identity, and for so long, that no matter how hard you want to return you can't ever seem to figure it out. but you've learned a vast amount up in the stars, and people will work hard to get to know you. it doesn't matter who you used to be. sometimes, you should just start from scratch: give yourself a name, a birthday. let someone celebrate these things with you.
PASHA:
the ghost -- it's an odd thing, to feel so far from grounded and yet trapped, tethered, unable to escape. there's more you have to do! so why can't you move? i'm sure you have an answer to that, at the very least in the back of your mind. people love to say that ghosts hold grudges or haunt for revenge but they always get it wrong; you're stuck because something or someone chained you down and left you there. you try and reach out to all those bright people who pass through your life, but it rarely feels like it does much more than knock a cup off the table, blow some papers into the air. i need you to trust me- they see it. they're listening. they'll keep looking for you and, eventually, they'll be able to see you too.
TAGGED: stole it. you steal it, too.
#//did i do most of my muses for this one? yes#//do i feel personally attacked with the answers? also yes#« ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵐᵉʳᶜᵉⁿᵃʳⁱᵉˢ & ᵐᵉⁿ ʷⁱᵗʰ ⁿᵒ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʳʸ » HEADCANONS.#« ˢʰᵒᶜᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵘˢᵉ ʰᵒᵃʳᵈᵉʳ » OOC.
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thought I would take the time to write up Blu’s experience of being a head in RED Medic’s fridge, apologies if it’s a little meh, been awhile since I wrote something like this ! warnings apply such as: death, dissociation, decapitation, violence and abuse. link to it is HERE.
#« ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵐʸ ᵒʷⁿ ʳᵒᵃᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˡ & ˢᵒᵐᵉ ʷⁱⁿᵉ » BLU.#« ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵐᵉʳᶜᵉⁿᵃʳⁱᵉˢ & ᵐᵉⁿ ʷⁱᵗʰ ⁿᵒ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʳʸ » HEADCANONS.#tw#tw: abuse#tw: violence#tw: death#ask to tag.
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when red was younger, he was homeless for many years. his clothes were almost nonexistent and essentially just cloth hanging off of a small, beaten frame. he was almost always ill in one way or another. as a result, the reason that he prides himself in how he looks-- it may slightly be due to his vanity, but it’s also due to how he looks being a large part of who he is and is undeniably important to him. furthermore, he may come off as cocky most of the time, but it’s mostly just to save face. he crawled his way from the depths of hell to be put where he is now and he’ll be damned if he loses it all.
blu had similar experiences in his childhood. he grew up in a rather well off household, never needing to worry about money or food-- all up until the point he lost it all in a tragic fire. in the span of mere hours, he not only lost his home, he lost his entire family in the blaze. as a result, he developed pretty severe pyrophobia. and with no other family to take him in, he grew up on the streets, just like red did. however, instead of becoming vain or coming off as conceited, he became more aware of money because he knows what it’s like to go from having more than enough to none at all in the blink of an eye.
#« ⁱ'ᵐ ᵃ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵛⁱˡ ⁱ'ᵐ ᵃ ᵈᵃⁿᵍᵉʳᵒᵘˢ ʳᵉᵇᵉˡ » RED.#« ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵐʸ ᵒʷⁿ ʳᵒᵃᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˡ & ˢᵒᵐᵉ ʷⁱⁿᵉ » BLU.#« ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵐᵉʳᶜᵉⁿᵃʳⁱᵉˢ & ᵐᵉⁿ ʷⁱᵗʰ ⁿᵒ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʳʸ » HEADCANONS.#//might edit this at a later date
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tag dump 2.
#« ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵗʰʳᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵗⁱʳᵉ ᵇʳⁱᵉᶠᶜᵃˢᵉ ᵃʷᵃʸ » TBD.#« ˢʰᵒᶜᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵘˢᵉ ʰᵒᵃʳᵈᵉʳ » OOC.#« ᵃⁿ ᵃʳᵗⁱˢᵗ ᵒⁿ ᶠⁱʳᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵃˡⁱᵛᵉ » AES. & INTERESTS.#« ᵗᵒᵒ ᵉᵃʳˡʸ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵘʳʳᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵗᵒᵒ ˡᵃᵗᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵖʳᵃʸᵉʳ » MUSINGS.#« ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵘᵖ ʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛⁱᵉʷ » SAVED.#« ᶠⁱʳᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ˢᵒᵘˡ ᵍ��ᵗ ᵐʸ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵒʷⁿ » BLOG UPDATE.#« ᵃ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃⁿᵈ ˡⁱᵉˢ & ᵃ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵈⁱˢᵍᵘⁱˢᵉ » ANON.#« ˢᵉᵗ ᶠⁱʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ʳᵒˢᵉˢ ᵒⁿ ᵐʸ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ » SELF-P.ROMO.#« ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵃ ᶠʳᵃⁿᶜʰⁱˢᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵏⁱⁿ. » P.ROMO.#« ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵘᵐᵇˡᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ » STARTER CALL.#« ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛⁱᵇʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ » PROMPTS.#« ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵐᵉʳᶜᵉⁿᵃʳⁱᵉˢ & ᵐᵉⁿ ʷⁱᵗʰ ⁿᵒ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʳʸ » HEADCANONS.#« ᶠᵃⁱˡᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵖʸ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏ » CRACK.#« q. »
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