#*&. YOU SAID MY EVERY WAVE WAS TIDAL. ( hcs. )

[doueverwonder]

no but I can literally break it down BY LYRIC

"I look into your eyes and think back to the son of mine, your as old as he was when I left for war."

first off; I headcanon that Romano and Belgium are around the same age, both being about nine when the Siege of Ravenna happened. It's been awhile so he's talking to Veneziano who's about seven. Just change 'son' to 'daughter' and he's absolutely talking about Emma.

"will these actions haunt my days, every man i've slain is the price i pay endless pain?"

I hc most of the stuff Germania is ashamed of he did while working for Rome. The worst part being he can't even say he was ordered to do all of it.

"Close your eyes, and spare yourself the view. How could I hurt you?"

Back to talking to talking to Romano and Veneziano the chaos of the battle going on in the background, but he's looking for Romulus and knows the hiding places in the house and instead comes across his grandchildren.

"I'm just a man who's trying to go home, even after all the years away from what i've known."

As I said by this point he's been working for Rome, spending most of his time within the borders of the Roman empire, surrounded by you guessed it Romans, for a long time. Usually when I have Germania reference "Home" he's talking about Denmark/Northern Germany and Roman work hasn't taken him up there in a long time.

"I'm just a man who's fighting for his life, deep down I would trade the world to see my son and wife"

Anyway, the first part is him not 'literally' fighting for his life, but accepting that if it went Rome's way he would be working for him until he died. And then referencing all his kids and Scandia and/or Gaul.

"But, when does a comet become a meteor? when does a candle become a blaze? when does a man become a monster? When does a ripple become a tidal wave? When does the reason become the blame? When does a man become a monster?"

Just Germania reliving every moment from the Cimbrian wars, to right then. Then the line "when does the reason become the blame" being his mentality going from justifying what is going on, to just wanting to blame Romulus alone.

"Forgive me, forgive me, I'm just a man"

He just kinda of gets up and walks away with his full realization that he will come out of this the villain no matter what happens; he's asking the not yet written history for forgiveness.

actually Just A Man is about hws Germania bc I said so and u all just have to believe me.

[moons0uled]

hyunji  has  a  very  crooked  moral  compass.     most of this is due to her upbringing in a violent background.  as a child she’s seen her mother and grandmother run a crime syndicate,  always being taught that one day all of it will be hers. 

          they taught to her to think that crime is normal,  that death is normal,  and that doing sketchy business is nothing to be afraid of.  of course there are people who says the complete opposite of what her family has taught her,  but during her formative years,  hyunji had been loyal to her family completely.  thus,  becoming selective with who she believes.  her loyalty to her family is what led her to believe that killing is a normal thing  --  as the women of hyunji’s family have conditioned her into thinking that way ever since she’s a child.  so when she gets trained to become an assassin at fourteen,  all of her childhood innocence had been lost to her.  once she’s presented with a target,  hyunji will only look at that person as a target and never as someone who had a life,  someone who had a family,  or someone who wanted to live.  her sense of empathy and compassion disappears completely once she’s presented with a target. it’s why killing had been so easy for hyunji,  because she could easily separate the person from what they could possibly leave behind before their deaths.  none of hyunji’s kills haunt her in the beginning of her escape from gaehwa. 

          her guilt grows soon enough the more she distances herself from her family,  but her guilt is mostly selfish instead of feeling compassion for the families of the people she’s killed.  she feels guilty because she allowed herself to give into what they taught her,  she feels guilt because she killed people but not because of how that could affect the people around her.  which honestly speaks a lot in terms of her compassion for people she barely knows. 

          despite her desire to separate herself from the life of killing after leaving gaehwa,  she becomes a mercenary anyway  --  fully accepting that it’s the only thing she could do on the run.  the only way hyunji deals with her growing guilt while running is by making sure that her clients fits the “bad person” in her description.      

[dameronology]

domestic obi-wan

i have had many, multiple, millions of obi-wan thoughts festering in my goofy little brain for like MONTHS now and all it took was five seconds of his little show to trigger this tidal wave of headcanons oops. sorry again all my work has been in short form hcs/blurbs whatever; work is literally taking up every last bit of my energy rn and full length fics are exhausting. anyways, enjoy!! - jazz

obi-wan has had the same routine his whole life - night routine, morning routine, whatever. he adjusts it accordingly around you and take my word that that is a SIGN

pre-order 66, your domestic life was sacred because it was literally all you had. you couldn't have a relationship anywhere other than your quarters - or his - and consequently, it became your entire world.

ngl, you preferred being in obi's quarters. not only were they bigger, he had a balls-to-the-wall cleaning routine and everything was warm and cozy and smelt faintly of him.

post-order 66, your domestic life is still pretty damn important, but it settles a lot more into something...almost normal? bc you don't have to worry about being spotted, so the confines of your relationship expand beyond the four walls of your home.

coming home to you during any era of his life was a dream come true for obi-wan. he hadn't realised how much love he was lacking til said love was present.

obi-wan has to make the bed every morning. even if you're in it, he will just...work around you

he always leaves you little notes when he leaves before you're awake. they normally say "have a good day :)" or "i love you and i'll see you tonight" and you collect em all and keep them in a shoe box under your bed

he doesn't mind taking on literally all the chores. cleaning - somehow - is relaxing to him and who can argue with that??

no but jokes aside, you split them.

he's a little bitch in the morning and will wrap himself around you and refuse to move. not that you put much effort into trying tbh.

obi-wan gets when you need space. living together 24/7 can be a lot and as soon as he senses that you need alone time, he's out. sometimes he'll be honest about it and other times, he'll make an excuse.

you do the same for him. if you ever get the vibes he wants to be left alone, you'll make yourself scarce for a few hours

mostly though, when obi-wan has had a bad day, he just wants to be with you. ideally, laying on the sofa wrapped in exactly three blankets with a cup of tea.

sometimes he'll find you passed out on the sofa and depending on how deep of a sleep you're in, he'll either throw a blanket over you or carry you to bed

it's all just bliss really

[opalmaplehibiscus]

Lion and Emerald

**Hello Anon! (>w<)/ Writing in Leona’s perspective was fun especially knowing Leona’s personality lol. I really do you hope you enjoy this HC and again, thank you for your kind messages <3 

HC of Leona Proposing to Reader w/ Bit’s of Leona’s Past Lore

• It really wasn’t supposed to happen. Honestly. Truly

• The day he would mull over how to propose to you was something Leona didn’t even dream about

• No one would’ve ever believed that he would fall in love. Even the man himself

• He was the loathed, second prince – who would want to marry him? Cherish him? Love him?

• Yet here he is, after 10 years, being your boyfriend

• To him, it still felt surreal that he’s receiving love, care, attention. And the fact he reciprocates it back? What the hell has he become?

• Sometimes he thinks it was a mistake to fall in love you

• He’s afraid that he’ll cause you pain, that he’ll accidentally hurt you because of his outburst like he once did to Ruggie 

• After all, to him, you’re still an herbivore – small, fragile, cute, precious

• One hit and you’ll break. Even if you were strong to take on everyone who OBed back then, you’re still magicless. He couldn’t help but be amazed you’re still in one piece to this day, as he remembers all those crazy times 

• Maybe that was why he thought him and you, being together, would last forever. For eternity 

• Yes, he was badgered a sh** ton before to marry you by Ruggie and Vil every year . Heck, Vil literally sent him 10 1-hour voicemails on how he was being a useless beast last week while Ruggie came over and begged him to marry you. Rook, we don’t talk about ever. He refuses to think about that hunter who not-so-helpfully backed Vil’s threats with secretly taken photos and photoshop

• Leona( gets a package):  What the crap is th- WHAT THE LEGIT CRAP

Rook: Monsieur Roi de Lion! Did you like your collage gift of you and your lover?

Leona: WHERE THE F*** DID YOU COME FROM?! AND WHERE DID YOU GET THESE PHOTOS?!

• Listen! To be fair, de didn’t want to go through the torture of getting everyone’s approval again. It literally took him 2 years to get Diasomnia and the first-year squad to let him date you. 2. YEARS.

• He still doesn’t want Malleus and Jack to be his mothers-in-law. To hell with that really

• Leona finally curves though when he hears that Cheka was going to go to NRC next year 

• When Leona first heard about it, it takes him a while to actually realize that Cheka wasn’t the same annoying furball he took care of

• The Cheka as of right now is wiser, charismatic, and powerful. By the time he comes home for vacation? Leona knew that Cheka would be strong enough to give a run for his own money 

• It makes Leona realize how much time had actually passed. And how the time with you won’t last forever

• He suddenly feels fear as he thinks about it more. The fact that he might lose you for all sorts of reasons starts making him sweat as dread fills him as he imagines every single scenario that could happen

• For once, he’ll admit. He’s scared. He’s scared that he won’t be with you. He won’t be by your side not getting the hugs that tells him it’s okay, the kisses the seals that promises you won’t let him go, the love he never once received and finally did

• It leads to him telling Ruggie that he’s planning to propose to you very soon

• And really? The fact Ruggie did a spit take on it when he said that made Leona want to chuck his cup at the hyena’s head

• When Ruggie stutters, slowly realizing what was going to happen, Leona decides to be nice and spray water with magic at his face. Not throw the cup. Just water….that was inside the cup

• Planning took over a month because Leona wanted to get it right

• He goes over the details over and over leading him to get stressed, frustrated, and a bit worn down

• The plan had to be fool-proof and perfect. It had to work so that there’s no way you could say no. Not even the tiniest loop hole

• He even swallowed his own damn pride to get his brother to help him with this. I mean, since his brother did it before with his own wife, he would know what to do, right?

• Farena: Propose? Oh, lololol~ I just asked her after going on a date with her. Legit went “I love you, please marry me��� out of nowhere with a fast-food ring. Of course, I bought and gave her a proper one but still 

Leona: You useless piece of s---

• Things gets worse though. On the day he planned to propose to you, you suddenly tell him that the two of you are invited for an NRC reunion with the rest of the group 

• My gosh. He’s about to propose to you and you tell him this? Really? Seriously, he can’t take it anymore---

• One thing leads to the next and he’s arguing with you. From talking about reunion to insulting each other to who ate the last piece of steak from last night were the things both of you yell about until Leona has enough and decides to walk out the door to cool his head

• He loves you. He really does. But seriously, can you have any worse timing? Do you realize how many physical, mental, and emotional obstacles he had to pass to propose to you? 

• A week later, the two of you arrive to NRC. The feeling of nervousness hits Leona like a tidal wave as he uses the excuse of last weeks argument to explain his “bad mood” 

• For once, he’s thankful you didn’t realize his ears twitching or the odd way he waves his tail

• Acting like himself, the minute he enters the courtyard with you and sees everyone, he goes “Alright, I’m out of here” 

• He knows you were going to yell at him for it so he adds how he’ll be napping in the Botanical Garden for “nostalgia”

• As he lies in the garden, memories of how you two begin flashes in his head 

• A grin forms on his lips as he remembers how you two first met here in the Botanical Garden and then his confession which stemmed from the Fairy Gala held in here

• He wouldn’t even disagree if someone told him his first and only love stemmed from his napping place

• Soon enough he hears you walking through the garden, trying your best to hide the sounds of your steps

• He waits for you to come closer to where he was lying down until finally, when you were in reach, he uses his tail to drag you down as a surprise

• He wraps his arms around you as he lets his tail let go of your waist, tucking your head under his chin as he nuzzles your hair

• When you start smacking his chest, telling him to let you go, he chuckles. He thinks how you haven’t changed a bit in terms of adorableness

• Finally, he loosens his grip on you, letting you turn your face towards him with a glare (well to him it’s more like a pout)

• He doesn’t answer you when you ask what’s gotten into him lately, getting lost in his thoughts and nervousness

• He could feel you resign and sigh before going back to hugging him, while nuzzling your face into his chest

• Gently he moves a hand towards your face, stroking his thumb on your cheek before lifting your face up again 

• He leans his head towards you, pulling you into a deep kiss 

• At first you yelp in surprise and struggle against him, trying to tell him this was a public area and people might catch them. But as he presses harder and deeper, you stop and start accepting it 

• He doesn’t let  go until he realizes you needed to breathe. The way your eyes were glazed and your cheeks apple red made him want you more 

• Finally, he gently moves you off him and gets up into sitting position. His heart races as he takes a glance and sees how you were looking at him curiously 

• Sighing, he scratches the back of his head. He knows that it was now or never

• Leona looks at you with eyes suddenly glowing from passion

• He gets on one knee and holds both your hand in his. After all, seeing how you were standing up, it  made it look like you were about to run away because of how he was looking at you. And like hell he’s about to let you go

• He confesses how he originally never thought he would fall in love, especially with a weak herbivore like yourself . But as time went on, your justice, your passion, and your person as a whole made him love you

• Leona talks about how recently he started getting scared that he would lose you and how he was thinking of ways to tie you to him so he could continue standing by your side for eternity 

• As he says all of this, his eyes are filled with love, adoration, gentleness yet fear for rejection. His eyes weren’t his predatorily fire green but passionate emerald, for once filled with light 

• Slowly, he uses one hand to keep a hold of your two hands while using the now freed one to grab the ring box in his back pocket

• Leona opens it and presents it to you, saying “I love you to the point that I want you to be mine forever herbivore” 

• Seeing tears roll down your cheeks as you nod, he smiles as he gets up kisses you again

• During the kiss he slides the ring onto your finger and then wrap his arms around your waist, enjoying your warmth

• When the two of you separate, he tears up a bit when he hears you tell him you love him and dives for another

• Or tries to at least if it weren’t for the sound of Ace and Sebek screaming “No” while Ruggie and Vil yells “Finally”

• He glares at them and asks how long was everyone here for as every single person starts to emerge from their hiding place

• It takes 5 hours to calm him down when Malleus shows himself and flatly says he won’t approve even if Leona were to ask him for approval

[citrontartellete]

Remember Me

Hello :). I know this trope was written a thousand times already, but  Raphael!Crowley is my HC now and this came out. 

Part 1 

Remember Me

Crawly watched as he saw the angel standing in the wall staring into the distance without his flaming sword. His angel. He gently slithered his way to him. He wanted to laugh, a bitter laugh, but snakes do not laugh. He changed to his corporeal form, feeling his heart hammer in his chest. His angel is so so close to him. Just a bit more and he could touch him reach for his hand and interlock their fingers squeezing reassuringly the plump fingers gently between his bony ones, smile and say that ‘Everything is going to be alright’ but he could not do it. Now he was the enemy, a fallen one, a stranger. A stranger. His angel no longer remembered him, no longer felt their love. No longer remembered the days they have spent between galaxies and stars or helping build the garden. All the creatures great and small, every little plant that Crawly has helped to grow into beautiful trees, including the forbidden one, all the times he had healed some small injured creature to Aziraphale’s delight. Reduced to nothing. Crawly’s heart clenched and hammered in his chest at the same time. It was unpleasant, it made his eyes water and his throat close in a tight knot.

‘Well that went down like a lead balloon’ He said not daring to look at him just yet, not daring to stare in those blue grey eyes and feel that love blossom again. Their first conversation after the fall. They exchanged a few words the angel wary of him, trying to cut him but not managing to. Then he asked about the blasted sword.

‘I gave it away..’ the angel mumbled.

‘You what ?’

‘I gave it away !’

Crawly felt it again that little tingly warm feeling spread through his body he could feel the love washing over him in a tidal wave making his heart clench even more, the tears prickle behind his eyes. He also thought that love was radiating from him when the angels’ wing protected him from the first rain a few moments later that day.

***

Rome

‘You know Crowley...’ Aziraphale said after their tenth glass of wine. The demon was so distracted amazed how the angel’s blonde white curls glistened under the blue ish moonligt.

‘Hm ?’ He answered not taking his eyes from Aziraphale watching the angel lower his eyes a slight blush over his cheeks, the angel licked his lips before continuing. Aziraphale’s right hand playing with grass blades his fingers pulling and caressing the grass plucking some out of the earth crushing the tiny leafs on his palms ‘Are you going to say it or not angel ?’ Aziraphale laughed a nervous shaky little laugh.

‘You’ll think that I´ve gone mad’ Crowley frowned

‘And why would I think that, angel ?’

Aziraphale shifted on his place and plucked more grass out of the soil.

‘You see….I keep having this feeling that we already know each other. That we already met’ The angel turned a little to stare at him his eyes full of emotion ‘…Sometimes I wonder if we weren´t friends before the war’ The ginger felt that knot on his throat again wincing a little not daring to face Aziraphale, his shoulders tense, his stomach churning, memories flooding his head. Aziraphale´s voice calling him by his other name. Crowley shivered. He twisted the wine in his glass before taking a large gulp of the liquid.

‘I- I don´t know angel, I mean you are a Principality and I’m pretty sure that I was a some lower rank angel, so I think we never actually met, you know how things Up There are…’

‘Are you sure Crowley ?’

‘Yes, Aziraphale’ he answered.

Later that night Crowley asked God why She was doing this to him.

***

London 1895

‘You are lying to me…I just know it’ he heard Aziraphale say, the angel´s was holding his hand tight their fingers interlocked in a tight grip he could hear the blonde move restless on the comfy armchair he had placed near Crowley´s bed  ‘….Sometimes when I doze off I always have this weird dream of you when we were heaven and all I can remember are these flashes of green and your voice. Why are you lying to me, dear? Why?’  Aziraphale’s voice stricken. The angel swallowed hard, he also felt a hot tear land on his palm. After the angel left, he opened his eyes and cried himself into the sleep. That day Crowley dreamt about a garden, his angel and soft kiss.

***

Dowlings Estate – 2014

‘Are you okay brother Francis ?’ Warlock asked frowning a little his Gardner was not being his usual self this morning, he seemed sad and his eyes were sad too. Warlock didn´t liked it. Brother Francis was always so cheerful making magical cupcakes show up, smiling fondly every time he and Nanny played around the garden, near the daisies. The boy did not want to see Brother Francis sad like this.

‘Yes little one, I just had a bad night of sleep’ he answered with a weak smile.

‘A bad dream ?’ the boy insisted kneeling next to him watching him curiously as he watered the plants.

‘Yes’ Then Warlock got up and said brightly:

‘I will tell Nanny, she always makes me hot cocoa and sings to me when I’m scared of bad dreams. She will do the same for you…’ Before Aziraphale could say anything else, the boy had ran inside the house calling out for his Nanny.

If anyone passed by the Gardner´s cottage that evening, they would hear angry sad shouts and accusations. Thankfully, the rain was heavy enough to prevent anyone to get near there.

[stoiicist]

reyna sexuality headcanon. let’s go. (ps this got looong so undercut for your dashboard’s sake)

let’s start with young reyna. she doesn’t really have time to think about love or crushes. she hears about them in passing, on tv and in pop songs and from giggling girls at school. reyna doesn’t quite get why the other girls squeal and laugh when one of the boys come over and tries to hold one of their hands, but she laughs along with them because that’s what she’s supposed to do. she doesn’t get why as they grow older, her friends start to care more about what boys think of them than what their next math test is over, isn’t familiar with the feelings of butterflies the other girls supposedly get when one particular boy in the grade above them walks past. reyna does know, however, that she likes looking at the poster of selena that hylla keeps on her wall a little too much, but she tries not to think about that.

her life is kind of a huge shitty mess, ya know with the abusive father and demigod bullshit on her plate since she was like four years old, so if you were to ask her what she thought about love or if she had any crushes, she would just tell you that she’s too focused on school to think about those sort of things. even on circe’s island, when the other hairdressers spend hours talking about love and crushes long after the lights had gone out and reyna gets a better understanding of what love is supposed to feel like, it still doesn’t make sense to her the same way it does to the other girls. reyna tries to look at the boys and men who come to their little island the same way they do, but it feels forced and uncomfortable and unnatural. not at all like the other girls describe.

it’s not until a blonde girl around her age arrives on circe’s island that reyna understands what the other girls meant when they talked about their crushes, that flash flood of nervous excitement they mention every time something tall, dark, and handsome washes upon their shore. she is quiet and fierce-eyed and not at all like the other girls they tend to. this girl isn’t disoriented and cheery like them. she watches them with those grey eyes, both intimidating and distracting, and reyna finds her fingers fumbling as she tries to untangle her hair. 

the feeling in her chest is uncomfortable, as she watches the girl in quiet admiration. but the other girls never talked about girls like they talk about boys, so something tells reyna she shouldn’t share this little discovery with the other hairdressers. but she ends up not having to worry about that, because that girl helps that boy destroy her home and reyna never sees any of the other hairdressers ever again.

reyna knows she shouldn’t, knows hylla would scold her if she ever knew, but she sometimes catches herself thinking about that blonde, quick-witted girl anyways.

shit happens. she has to fight for her life again, so all that angst gets put on the back burner. she’s too busy grieving her home, her separation from hylla, proving her strength to lupa to even think about the blonde girl, much less try to sort out what it means for her. she arrives at camp jupiter and reyna is hoping to finally have some structure in her life. a place to figure herself out and figure out what she wants in her life. 

and then she meets jason. they butt heads at first, but they eventually grow to be close friends. they share similar views on their hopes for the future of CJ, a shared loyalty to new rome and their fellow demigods, and both often find themselves in position of leadership together. when they’re eventually made praetors, reyna isn’t the least bit surprised. but that only means more hours spent together, more sharing in struggles and job stress; their bond deepens significantly.

when reyna thinks about it, he’s everything she should want in a guy. he’s strong and brave and kind and he makes her feel less alone than she really is. but he doesn’t give her butterflies or the same captivated feeling that blonde girl on circe’s island did. but reyna tries to think of him as something more than her best friend. after all, it’s what’s expected of them. they’re co-praetors. that sort of thing happens all the time ( at least, that’s what people said ). in fact, she heard about it so much that reyna just started expecting it to happen one day. that one day, she would look at jason and feel that something and he would look at her and he’d feel it too and they would maybe kiss and that would be the beginning of the end. 

and then he disappears, in the midst of reyna trying to figure out her feelings for him. and that sure throws a wrench in things, doesn’t it, because it’s even harder to figure out her feelings for him when she’s missing him and she’s overworked and she’s worried about whether he’s even alive. it’s easier to confuse those feelings for romantic love, it’s much, much easier love the idea of jason, the idea of jason as her boyfriend, when the reality is nowhere near her.

and then comes along percy. reyna is tired to the bone, more alone than she’s ever been. she’s been running the camp for months, a job meant for two, surrounded by merciless senators and legionnaires prepared to devour her if she falters even a bit. it’d make anyone desperate for a partner. she offers the position of praetorship to percy, but because of what they talked about before with her and jason, it sounds like she’s offering more. she isn’t, really. she only keeps the option open to percy, because of what people expect from praetors, expect from her. he declines and reyna’s relieved, until the realization that she will continue to shoulder the responsibilities alone hits.

when jason returns, the way he looks at her doesn’t ever change and part of her is grateful for that, because try as she might, she can only ever look at jason, think about being in love with him, and feel like something is forced. like trying to put a puzzle piece in the wrong spot. she knew he needed to be in her picture, that just wasn’t the right place for him.

she meets jason’s friends, obviously has a lot of conflicted feelings over that because there’s that blonde girl again ( her name is annabeth ) and how can reyna be sure this isn’t just the effect of charmspeak ( or maybe piper’s always this alluring ), but then they fire on her camp and they’re enemies on the battlefield so that puts figuring everything out on hold again. sometimes the thoughts creep into her head at night when she’s alone and she’s tired and she wants to think of anything but the war they’re fighting. it usually doesn’t make her feel any better.

a part of her has always known, not in explicit terms, but just knowing that something was different about her. the sneaking suspicion that all the romantic indifference she’s ever felt towards men had to mean something, she just wasn’t sure what. for a while, she thought she just wasn’t interested in romance at all. that she was one of those people that would be alone forever with a couple dogs, or maybe live with her best ( female ) friend and be happy about it.

and then she talks with nico, because there isn’t really any hiding anything when reyna can feel all his emotions wash over her like a tidal wave, and he talks about cupid and his recovering from that and coming to terms with it, and reyna’s like why the hell does that sound a lot like me...

and then there’s no denying it, or talking around it, or trying to explain away the feelings she’s had since she was young. she’s a lesbian! she’s gay! and it feels good to finally have a word for it and daunting to wake up the next day knowing exactly who she is and what she wants and comforting to know she has a group of friends who will do nothing but celebrate this with her. :^)

i could probably write a shit ton more but this is so goddamn long and i need this out of my drafts anjfdnfkf so yeah here’s like the mainverse closest-to-canon lesbian reyna hc i got for ya. if you read this im sorry about your eyes

[moons0uled]

FIGHTING STYLE

bold what applies to your muse; italics for sometimes !

fight honorably / fight dirty / prefer close-quarters / prefer range / chat during /  go silent /  low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily / go for the kill / aim to disarm / fight defensively / bait an opponent’s first strike / strike first /  provoked easily / provoke their opponent / tease / get visibly frustrated / shout while attacking / use strategy / focus on their battle /  experience conflicting thoughts during battle / rush in recklessly / try to read their opponent before fighting / fight wildly /  fight calmly apathetically / fight with anger / fight with excitement / fight because they have to /  fight because they want to / fight without regard to wounds / run away when wounded  / hide wounds / take a blow to protect another / prefer a blade / prefer a gun / prefer a bow /  prefer a shield  /  prefer a spear naginata / prefer a personalized weapon  / prefer magic or spells /  prefer brawling  / their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional / transform for battle / fight as they appear /  rely on strength  / rely on speed / use everything they have / hide their full potential / exhaust quickly / high stamina / doubt their strength  /  proceed with caution /  behave arrogantly / brag after landing a hit /  belittle their abilities / use psychological tactics / use brute strength /  avoid civilians /  strike down civilians / damage surroundings / avoid damaging surroundings / signature fighting style / making it up as they go / mastered skillset / learning their skillset / fancy footwork / sloppy footwork /  messy fighter / elegant fighter / accept defeat / refuse defeat / beg for mercy / compliment their opponent / insult their opponent /  use unnecessary movements ( flips, twirls ) / move efficiently /  barely move / prefer to dodge / prefer to block /  defend their blindside / has no blindside / use all available advantages /  strictly use one main method  /  play around  /  hold back / fight ruthlessly / show mercy /  wait for opponent to be ready / strike when opponent isn’t ready / fear death /  fear pain / fear killing / has PTSD / avoid fighting / has lost a fight / has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill / want to die standing / would succumb slowly

Tagged by: none.  i stole it from @cchilyoja​ Tagging: you.  yes you. 

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in  hyunji’s  hunger  games  verse,  she’s  the  daughter  of  two  victors from  district  1.     her mother winning the games at 16,  her 18 year old father winning the games two years after her mother did.  while the relationship between her parents was never publicized after the games,  the reporters and cameras came when her mother fell pregnant.  came back after the reaping wherein hyunji is already eligible to be picked as a tribute.  at the age of fifteen,  for the 72nd hunger games,  hyunji had been chosen.  she thinks it’s rigged though,  as the capitol people had been wanting to know how she’d fare as a tribute compared to her parents.  but she didn’t say anything,  just went with it.  even if her wish for her parents to be her mentors weren’t granted for reasons the capitol never said.  hyunji had been trained to become a tribute though,  trained to kill without remorse just like any other career tribute from district one.  her skills mainly being marksmanship -- especially long range combat  ( a bow and arrow,  knife & spear throwing ),  agility,  and speed  --  as hyunji is one of the smallest tributes during that time. 

she  becomes  the  victor  of  the  73rd  hunger  games  after  two  and  a  half  weeks  in  the  arena.      she allied herself with the rest of the career pack,  but left after the tribute count had gone down to seven.  hyunji realizes that being a part of an alliance is weighing her down  --  especially with vicious allies from the other career districts.  most of the days after she left had been spent hunting for food,  and making do with what little she’d had to hunt   ( hyunji was never a great huntress,  often scaring away the game with her too sudden movements,  but she manages to hunt in the games...  although a bit sloppy ).  she’s not one to hide from a fight,  she’d gone down to lighting a few fires despite the dangers from her ex-allies,  as well as staying in one area for days.  it may seem stupid to some,  but hyunji is confident with her skills,  and she’s actually a great fighter,   ( her training score is a solid 10,  she’s an excellent marksman,  but an even more excellent range fighter )   she’s aware of that and is pretty arrogant about it too.  her win had been climactic,  after being wrestled to the ground by her district partner,  everyone thought she’s going to die.  nobody knew that the small little girl of their two beloved victors would become victorious as she manages to dig out a knife strapped to her waist while enduring the pair of hands around her neck.  the kill is messy,  with hyunji stabbing her district partner first in the shoulder,  a move that manages to get her out of strangulation.  followed by hyunji throwing a knife to their chest.  

her  district  partner  had  been  her  childhood friend.      after her win,  nothing is ever quite the same,  really.  the capitol celebrated a second generation victor,  interviewed her and asked about her parents,  asked if she learned a thing or two from their games,  and asked how it felt that she killed someone from home.  the last question,  she never quite answered.  she doesn’t know how she’d be able to face her friend’s family,  after having known each other for years.  she doesn’t know how she would be able to recount all the good memories she has of her childhood friend without thinking of the knives she used against them.  the nightmares come almost instantaneously,  and the depression follows soon after.  being only fifteen,  it meant she had to go back to school  --  despite the looks of admiration she got from some,  there are a select few who would look at her and shake their head in disappointment.  how could they not?  hyunji had killed their friend.  she isolates herself from the rest after that,  only ever going to school but then locking herself up in her bedroom when she doesn’t have to go to school. 

everything  feels  like  it’s  all  slowed  down.      her healing,  her coming to terms with whatever happened in the arena,  and her finally getting the courage to face the outside world.  she gets there eventually,  but it takes her years and years before she could finally get herself out of her bedroom and to interact with people  --  including her parents.  but even then,  nothing is ever really the same.  

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HEADCANON 002;;  HOW TO TELL IF ONE IS A MEMBER OF GAEHWA. 

the members of gaehwa have their slightly-unique way on how to tell if a person is a part of their organization.  due to the recent rise of the group in ranks,  there has been a strict policy mandated by hyunji’s grandmother that every member  --  whether they be a crucial member or not  --  must have a specific tattoo of a rose in any of their body parts   ( preferably parts in their body that wouldn’t be seen from the get go ).   it’s the reason why hyunji,  at seventeen,  got a tattoo from one of the members just at her left side,  a few inches below her armpit.  it is not usually seen for hyunji prefers comfortable clothing instead of revealing ones,  but on the rare nights that hyunji takes someone home,  it’s one of the first thing they see.  however,  no one really knows that the rose tattoo is for members of gaehwa.  the design looks like one of those typical aesthetic rose designs,  hence the reason why people don’t think much about it whenever they see it.  the tattoo is relatively unknown to law practitioners,  therefore one could have the tattoo in an obvious spot and yet no one would find out that they’re a part of gaehwa.  only the group itself,  and several of its enemies know about the tattoo. 

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tag drop. 

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hyunji  escapes  from  gaehwa  after  she  graduates  from  college.      so this makes her around 23-24.  she does get her degree in marine biology,  but it’s put to waste as hyunji does not become a marine biologist.  having the gaehwa following her everywhere  --  even if it’s overseas does not really guarantee a career for hyunji.  she knows too much,  and gaehwa is her family.  they would try to get her back whatever it takes,  dead or alive.

          her money from the syndicate keeps her alive enough for a year as she travels light and doesn’t really buy much stuff,  but when her money starts to deplete,  she goes back to her old ways.  becoming a mercenary as it’s the only job she’s good at,  and the only job that could fit her life of running.  plus,  she’s never failed a mission before,  her credentials  --  if they’re ever needed  --  are impressive already.  which honestly,  does not make her any better than who she wanted to be,  hyunji accepts her fate though.  

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HEADCANON;  HYUNJI’S  DOUBLE  LIFE. 

so many things haven’t been touched upon in her bio because i don’t want to clog it up for anyone who wants to scroll through briskly.  but the biggest part of hyunji’s double life is her...  somehow disturbing ability to switch off her emotions at will.  she’s apathetic when she’s on a mission,  completely disregarding everything she feels aside from the adrenaline rush that lowkey satisfies her when she’s out in the night.  at school,  she’s just like any other normal college student who breaks down,  gets stressed,  and gets thrilled at the slightest bit of gossip.  she’s babie at day and during nights where there aren’t any missions,  but all of this is gone by the time hyunji is assigned to have a new target.