#Green really is my favorite color I mean damn

[peeta-pocket]

Photos of my happy place 🌞

[leoncillo]

Sooo uhhh the clones' colors reminded me of Uno cards and I couldn't get the idea out of my head so I wrote this, but it's messy and not really edited or fleshed out and written on my phone. I might put more into it and put it on AO3, too. This is like only the second fic I've ever shown to the public. Uh yeah. >.>;;

Aizetsu/Sekido/Karaku/Urogi x Reader, Zohakuten is their little brother. Reader is gender neutral. Reader is Black.

Uno with the Hantengu Clones

You walked with a pep in your step ready to get home to your apartment and four demon boyfriends and their little brother. You knew during they day they tended to get antsy because they couldn't go outside freely and this usually resulted in-

"Leave me alone, Karaku!" you heard your sorrowful boyfriend shout as you approached the door.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and took a deep breath before adjusting the groceries in your arms to open the door.

"Okay! Okay! I'll stop, Sekido! Ahh!" you watched as your easily angered boyfriend choked his green eyed brother with his staff for messing with the blue eyed one.

"They're home! They're home!" you heard as your feathered joyful ball of energy of a boyfriend as he nearly tackled you in an embrace. "We're so bored! Play with us!"

You pushed him away to get a little space and protect him from the sunlight long enough to get the groceries on the counter.

"I figured you would be so I got a little card game at the store. The cards reminded me of you guys. I don't know how hard games back when y'all were younger were, but it's pretty easy. First, could I ask for a little help putting things away?"

Sekido, the angry one, let go of Karaku and roughly pushed him towards the kitchen and Aizetsu and Zohakuten followed. They each you a kiss on the cheek as they passed by to grab items from the bags. Except Zohakuten who gave you a simple nod and glare. He's a bit shy, that one.

"So many plastic bags. This makes me sad. You should get reusable bags, dear." Aizetsu said, his eyes glossy with unshed tears.

After ten minutes or so, you lead the boys back into the living room and told them to sit down at the low table for the game. A small part of you figured this was probably a horrible idea, but the curious side just had to see what happened.

"This game is called Uno" you said as you explained the rules and dealt their hands for them.

"Are you not gonna play with us?" Urogi asked, watching you sit in a chair a bit far away.

"No, no. I'm goo-"

"Gimme all your green cards. I don't want these other colors" said Karaku.

"I would rather have blue i-if that's alright" said Aizetsu.

"And I want red, but according to them, that's not how this works, you imbeciles! Stop switching cards!" said Sekido

"I hate this already. I don't even have a color, either. Hmph." said Zohakuten

You sighed as you dealt out the cards AGAIN before smirking to yourself in your seat with your phone recording. You wondered how long it would be before the first incident.

"Ha! Draw four, Aizetsu!" Urogi happily shouted as his brother was on the verge of tears.

"That's so mean! I already have 15 cards."

"Just take it like a man and draw the cards, damnit!"

Urogi watched in a fit of giggles.

"I demand the new color be red!" shouted Sekido. You peeked at his hand and raised your eyebrow as it was mostly yellow.

The pile was only red for five seconds before Karaku made it green.

"MOTHERFUCKER" said an extra angry Sekido who had to be held back by Zohakuten and Aizetsu before he smacked his brother over the head with his staff.

"I hate all of you!" said a pouty Zohakuten as he had his turn skipped.

"Wait, you two, come here" you asked Zohakuten and Aizetsu to the side to give them a tip as you could see they were going to get bullied.

When the game resumed, Zohakuten and Aizetsu both put down draw four cards making it so that Karaku had to draw eight.

"No fair! You told them to do that! You can't pick favorites" said Karaku ready to blow the whole damn table away with his leaf.

"I don't even see that being allowed in the rule book! What gives?!" shouted Sekido.

"You read the rule book? T-These are house rules. It's how me and my friends and family play! Besides you guys are always so mean to my sweet boys" you said as you held Aizetsu's and Zohakuten's heads against you.

"Can I be pet like that, too?" asked Urogi completely oblivious to the tension in the room.

By time the game was over, no one had actually won and the room was in shambles and the table in splinters, but you were all in a cuddle puddle to cool off. You sent the video to Hantengu's main body to share with the other upper moons.

[eli0004]

since you don't do sub content, could you do something fluffy with jean? anything if you want

Anon, your wish is my command! 🖤

Dating Jean Kirstein-

Synopsis: Headcannons for a Modern AU! Version of your favorite horse boy

Rating: SFW

Warnings: one slightly suggestive hc, implied body image issues, jean has a history of toxic relationships

Ok, so first of all, Jean isn’t your typical boyfriend. He’s boyfriend: Feminist Edition✨ and body positivity king, hello?

He’s also, as we all know, a huge simp. But a legitimate simp, “spend all his money on makeup and call him bro” type simp.

Because of that, he’s had a few really shitty relationships where he was badly taken advantage of, and he always vows to really assess a person’s green AND red flags before proceeding.

It never works out that way, obviously. Bro wouldn’t know a red flag if you shoved it up his ass 🚩. He sees a pretty girl and is suddenly color blind.

Because of his history in that aspect, when you first confess your feelings to each other he’s absolutely terrified that it’s one big joke, or destined to fail.

But as you both get closer, he lets his gaurd down, and bro is down so bad.

You say “jump” an jean says “how high”

He is 110% that guy who notices everything you do with your appearance. I mean come on “You have really pretty black hair.” But that’s also just because he doesn’t understand the whole “it’s not polite to stare” thing.

Jean when you do literally anything: 👁️👄👁️

He’s a gym bro, change my mind (you can’t 😈)

If you’re insecure Jean is one of those guys that will ask you how much you weigh, and you’ll be like “damn that’s really icky and disrespectful” until you see him placing that exact amount of weight on the bench.

He’s like “see, you’re not too heavy for me” wink wink

He’s so endearingly stupid

If you’re not insecure tho, Jean will be there to hype you tf up when you’re feeling confident

“Hell yeah, look at those glutes babe!” *smack*

Either way he’s obsessed with you, regardless of what your body looks like or whether or not you like it.

Modern Jean 100% has a minor Fratccent from his college years.

Once or twice, he will accidentally call you bro, but he’ll be so apologetic TT you can’t even be upset.

He’s the type of guy that will walk around with his hand on your ass instead of your waist if you’re ok with that

His shit eating grin when someone mentions it, he’s like 😏😏😏

Scratch his head with your nails, DO IT

This man will be snoring immediately, it’s his favorite way to fall asleep.

I’m also a firm believer that modern!jean is not a natural blonde, so from time to time he’ll let you put streaks of vivid color in it, bonus points if you match with him

He’s actually a pretty good cook, so when you’re feeling homesick he’ll prepare your comfort meals for you

His love languages are physical touch, and words of affirmation. Jean will actually spontaneously combust if you compliment his biceps or tell him he has pretty eyes

He’s also totally comfortable with his masculinity so he’d be thrilled to be involved in your skincare routine, do face masks, let you clean up his brows, put makeup on him etc etc.

In fact, if you’ve had a hard week, he’d be the one to come home with a bottle of wine, face masks, nail polish and snacks. Top tier self care night, would sit on the couch with you and all your plushies and watch love island or something 😭

He gets so into the drama, it’s actually hilarious. By the end of it he’s rolling his eyes and trash talking at the tv

Will get wine drunk and dance in the living room with you

Honestly, we all just need to get ourselves a Jean. 😔💞

[citrinesparkles]

cold hands

jason todd x gender neutral reader. 789 words. notes: i started this in december i swear it was seasonally appropriate at the time warnings: n/a

he scooped your hands into his own, cupping them together and bringing them to his face smoothly.

he caught your eye with a small smirk. you knew him well enough to know he wasn't really smug- he was looking for your reaction, a silent is this okay wrapped up in his confident expression. the large, colorful lights strung across the shop front you had stopped in front of were reflected in his eyes, but he was focused entirely on you.

you slipped your thumb out of his hold and ran it over his own.

jason took it for the invitation it was and exhaled heavily over your frigid fingers, looking down to them.

you, though? you kept your gaze right where it was.

he was beautiful, you thought. a strong jaw and handful of faded scars were contrasted by the softness of his eyes, his red (garnet, you remembered him saying with a little self-aware grin, not red- that was a work color, and you weren't work) knit hat bringing out the green in them. he was bathed in an orangey-pink from the décor behind you, and you almost wanted to pull a hand back to take a picture.

almost.

"i'm buying you some damn gloves," he muttered without heat, laughter buried in his tone as he gently massaged your fingers.

"and put my personal hand warmer out of a job?"

"he's creative. he'll find another one."

you let out a small huff of laughter, the sound turning to fog between the two of you. you pulled your hands out of his grasp- earning a raised eyebrow- and pushed forward to take hold of the front of his jacket, gently pulling him into kissing range.

as always, he adapted almost instantly. "see?" he asked quietly, his palms finding your hips. "a new job opened up pretty quick."

"shut up," you mumbled fondly, pressing your lips to his.

the warmth in your chest absolutely erupted, the sweet, familiar feeling of his lips- of his presence- making your heart and mind go the same sugar-sweet shade of pink.

"i love you," you pulled back to whisper firmly, grip tightening on his jacket just to give some of the oomph in your veins somewhere to go.

you felt his chuckle under your fists and against your lips, like the bassline of your favorite song with the dial all the way up, rattling through the floor and into your ribs and threatening to turn you giddy. "i think that means i'm doing alright at my new job."

"you're doing wonderfully at your new job."

not much would be worth opening your eyes from such a spell, but you found that his smile made the list: crooked and fond and beautiful and somehow it was aimed at you.

"think i can clock in for another shift?" he asked lowly, playfully, sending another wave of butterflies through your system. they left quickly, replaced by a feeling of belonging, of home, of peace.

"yes," you answered simply, trying (and failing, judging by his little laugh) to keep your eagerness under control. "you should."

so he kissed you again, holding you close. sheltering you from the chill of gotham in the dead of winter. reflecting warm lights onto you and chasing shadows away. turning every beautiful, poetic thought you'd ever had about him into something literal and visible and tangible and not having a single clue.

--

so he kissed you again, basking in the affection in your eyes and letting it warm him straight to his bones. begging his mind to save the image of you bathed in orange and pink and magic, looking at him like he was even close to that kind of beautiful, tugging him towards you like there was nowhere else on the planet you'd rather he be.

and he tried to hold you as softly as you deserved, bringing a hand up to cup your jaw and tilt your head slightly and cherishing the way you immediately, confidently leaned into his touch like you trusted him to keep you upright.

it felt like someone cracked a glowstick where his heart should be.

no- that was too vivid, too harsh. this was like a candle, warm and steady and breathing and alive. this was something to look to in the dim and the dreary, something by which he could read; something to warm his hands over, something to turn to when the storms rolled through and the power failed and left him in the dark.

you were something to turn to in the dark.

he decided, then and there, pressed against your coat and your lips and your warmth, that you were getting the nicest gloves he could get his hands on.

[flbrokensoldier]

Hey! As a thank you for 11 followers and a bunch of likes, heres a little headcannon list for both Cassidy and Carlos (I will do one for Leon and whoever you guys want form my list that's here)

Carlos General Headcannons <3

Alright to start this off, this man can go from full coherent english to straight up pissed Portuguese ranting.

Its cute when he does it but dang, the first time you heard it, it was a bit intimidating.

However, after you decide to take some Portuguese lessons to better understand him, it all starts making sense.

It's adorable because he'll also flirt in Portuguese, calling you all sorts of sweet nicknames like handsome/beautiful, or other little nicknames.

At first when you both met, he didn't explain what he was saying so later after learning some of his native language, it started to make all the sense in the world.

When you call him "bonito" for the first time, he's super shocked and he gets all flustered because he knows you understand what he's saying.

He's also a massive flirt, when he first meets you and when you make it official, still the biggest flirt you've probably ever know.

Another thing, this man only really seems to swear in Portuguese when he's genuinely pissed off, so you'll know when it's a bad day at whatever job he's working.

This man absolutely loves sunsets and sunrises. The colors. The display. All of it he absolutely loves.

This man also loves art in general. Paintings that seem to call out to him are ones of forests, sunsets, animals, and stars.

He cannot paint worth shit but he loves to admire it.

If you two ever have a proposal, he'd definitely do it under the stars at a place that means the most to you both.

He would get a big ring with a big gem, but if you ask for otherwise, he'll make sure it's small yet beautiful <3

His favorite colors are red and blues. (I'd say green if it's a normal universe but if we're talking after Raccoon, it reminds him of his uniform and brings back memories so he's not too fond of owning clothing with green or things green.)

If we're talkin' a normal universe or AU, he's a family man. He'll take you to see his family, tell them thousands of stories about you, and makes sure that his siblings don't terrorize you, especially the two younger ones.

His love language is physical touch (or pebbling - meaning giving little gifts that remind him of you) and he likes to receive love by time.

Now about the pebbling, he'll find some sort of rock that could he a red tint and say it reminds him because of your fiery personality.

At this point you have like three different jars of stuff he brings to you, it's adorable but makes finding space sometimes a difficult thing, but you manage

Now if we're in raccoon city or shit is still south with the zombies, he pebbles by finding things you need.

That being ammunition, bandages, and so on.

He's a sweetheart really, he may not show it but he's fragile inside.

He hears you get hurt, his heart drops and he panics until you make it back, even if it's emotionally. (Mostly after everything in Raccoon, as any person, he'd panic easily.)

He's got a big heart so it's easy to get it hurt with other people, but if he catches onto someone being rude and using him, he kills them with kindness.

Hes got a death stare, it's rare but DAMN.

Makes everyone go silent, especially if someone is being annoying to you and flirting with you to the point of you feeling scared and uncomfortable.

That glare is rare though and he rarely uses it around you <3 (mostly because he doesn't catch himself doing it half the time)

Let's leave it off with a soft one for him

He loves to slow dance with you in the living room, any slow song, he'll dance to and he'll carefully hold your hips with one hand while the other holds your face, peppering you with kisses like mad.

Cassidy General Headcannons <3

First off, this man.. Has no filter.

Hes honest to his core.

If anyone in Overwatch asks for his opinion on something, he's brutally honest.

He hates sugar coating with a passion.

He likes to hold your hips, as long as you're comfortable with it, and sway you back and forth to some country song he'll either sing or him to you.

His love language is words of affirmation and physical touch, he prefers to receive love with acts of service or physical touch.

He is touch starved but he hates showing it, he thinks its one of his weaknesses

give him a hug or kiss please

He loves being close to you during missions, he will protect you fiercely and do almost anything for you.

He loves watching the little things you do, like fixing your shirt because it's being stupid, mostly because of the faces you make.

He loves your little expressions you do

He also loves it when you get excited.

HE WILL AND CAN PICK YOU UP AND CARRY YOU AROUND, ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE WOUNDED.

He will insist to do it over anyone else. If someone tried he will be slightly disappointed but he will keep trying to ask to carry you.

His swearing is hilarious, it's a bad habit and goodness he's a sailor more than half the time.

If someone chews him out over something, he will say the most Cassidy thing he can like.. "Sorry to disappoint ya, but I ain't changing for even god darlin'." most likely followed by a wink

He will try not to smoke around you if you request him to, he's very respectful of boundaries and will not push.

If someone pushes your boundaries, he will tell them what for.

His favorite color is reds, silvers and blacks <3

HE LOVES SNUGGLING, he won't actually be physically affectionate in front of strangers but with everyone in overwatch, he will show you off.

His reputation he doesn't want being ruined thinking he's gone soft OR having some bad people get ahold of the information and knowing you were his true weakness.

He can not lose you, if he does, he will spiral into a dark pit of depression, drinking and smoking them damn cigars until he drinks and smokes his way into an early grave.

Now, if he drinks around you, it's little amounts and that's all he drinks in total. He thinks that around you he will try and better himself even if it's slightly, just for you.

This means less drinking, which are first he was annoyed with but he never took it out on you and didn't give up.

In the end, he drinks a healthier amount and he smokes still like crazy but that's addiction for you. He will try and work on that sooner or later though.

HOWEVER, DON'T EXPECT THIS TO HAPPEN OVER NIGHT.

This was very much so a comfort for Cole when he was in Deadlock and Blackwatch.

It still is.

It will take a lot of courage and a lot of personal growth for him to finally stop.

He loves you yes, but this is something that will take him more than what it took to cut back on the drinking.

He loves cats more so than dogs.

Dogs get up in his face and he's usually got a cigar and he doesn't want them getting burned.

He also doesn't like the smell dogs have.

He doesn't mind them though, just least likely to show them affection.

If he ever gets settled down and buys a home, the first thing he's getting is a cat.

A rescue at that.

Hes got a soft spot for kids, he'll show them tricks and he'll spend time with them, he will also try so damn hard to protect their innocence since his was short lived when he was younger.

He grew up too fast and wouldn't want that for other kids.

He doesn't out right show he cares though but when you look away, don't be shocked if you see him with his hat off and on the kids head when you look back.

<3

Again, thank you so much for 11 followers! 💚

[hoodharlow]

The Bae Area (insta AU)

AN: I got a few asks asking me more about this concept so I decided to revive the chapter I scrapped but while y'all wait here's an Insta AU. Cal petting gif by @uservalentine for my El Novio girlies, our faves make a cameo lol

Requested? A few anons

Warnings: Claudia haters and nosy fans

Word Count: n/a

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@'mdmupdates: Miriam at Jack's show in LA via Instagram Stories

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@'5sosupdates_: Calum and his gf seemingly are in San Diego. The 2nd video isn't cooperating but in the video Miriam Dominguez, Calum and Calum's gf were at Jack Harlow's concert in San Diego

@'miriamstan: my girls <3 also not Miriam with a fake septum piercing. I just know she's mad it's not gold like her necklace lol

@'claudiahater: can C-word not post Cal like we get it, he's your boyfriend 🙄

@'claudiaytfan: crazy how a few years back Claudia interviewed Jack for her college's radio station and now she's at his concert

@'5sosstanthatlikesclaudia: everyone thank Claudia for the Cal update 🥰

@'jackstan: this is so random

-> @'5sosstan: not really, Miriam and Claudia are besties and Miriam is friends with Jack. Someone literally commented above that Claudia interviewed Jack for a college thing. The video is probably on YouTube since Claudia uploaded several to her channel

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@'mdm: just me and this specific shade of green against the world <3

Also can't wait to show y'all a little something that I did with @'complex and @'jpl at my favorite place in the country aka @'SneakerStoreinOakland

@'jackharlow: you're welcome for the NB hook up

-> @'mdm: tyyy amiguis <3

-> @'mackshipper: miriam please get him out of the friend zone 😭

@'haileybieber: the best color on the best girl

@'shawnmendes: 😍

->@'shawnfan: *ariana what are you doing here*

-> @'mdmfan: wasn't he at Jack's show in LA 👀

-> @'shabrinaship: he was there with Sabrina Carpenter

@'miriamstan: Miriam finally did a sneaker shopping video

@'complex: our new record holder

-> @'mdmxjh: I don't even wanna know how much she spent 😭

-> @'sneakerhead: you mean how much her daddy spent, she doesn't do shit. She's just some rich girl that's appropriating sneaker culture

-> @'miriamfan: based on your profile you're just some white man that buys and resells shoes. If anyone is appropriating sneaker culture it's you, you ugly loser

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@'jackharlowsource: Jack via Instagram Stories

@'jackstan: who did he crop 😳🤔👀

@'jackfan: that def looks like Miriam’s hand and she was at his Oakland show

-> @'jhstan: she was also at the San Jose with her grandma

-> @'jackfan: I bet they're fucking. There's now way you go to 4 shows back-to-back just bc

-> @'miriamstan: y'all chill, she has a boyfriend. The other day she tweeted about how her man hit it and left her feeling nostalgic lmao

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@'mdm: the bae area 🤍🤎🖤

@'saintclauds: the prettiest 🤍

@'jackharlow: not you cropping my girl

-> @'mdm: you know damn well she couldn't sit still. Also don't act like you're not above cropping

-> @'mdmxjh: *druski voice* what do you mean by that 👀

@'zendaya: 😍

@'lilnasx: the 3rd pic, okay tiddies

@'shawnmendes: ♥️

->@'mackshipper: como dice Demi Lovato 'GET A JOB, STAY AWAY FROM HER'

->@'2018shawn: omg I've been manifesting this since he broke up with canola oil 😫

-> @'mirawnship: I noticed he's been interacting more and more on her posts. He fits the guy in the middle picture 👀👀👀 plus we all know they stopped fucking around when he started to get close to the racist for the PR bullshit. Maybe they're a thing again

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@'jackharlow: More inspired than I've ever been...never had a better pen...never felt truly understood until now...I knew I was a star but I finally got the evidence...I'm the truth and I think it's finally setting in...I think they finally acceptin in

@'mdm: superstar ❣

->@'mdmxjh: no bc she used the same emoji to credit her bf on her post and Jack commented on it

->@'jackharlowfan: it's not that deep plus I'm pretty sure Shawn is her bf

@'urbanwyatt: they're not ready

@playthehomies: ⛲⛲⛲

@'claybornharlow: this one is gonna be a game changer

@'lilnasx: 🥵

@'jackstan: anyone see the video of Miriam and Jack leaving together 👀

-> @'jackgossipacc: it was her? All the videos I've seen were blurry so I couldn't make up the girl's face

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[emberfrostlovesloki]

Love is a Maze [Hotch x Reader]

Prompt: The character gets lost in a corn maze… meant for children. They begrudgingly ask a total stranger for help; aka the reader gets stuck in a corn maze and has to ask a total stranger (Aaron) to help her get out. 

Category: Fluff/Comfort 

Word Count: 3.7K

Content Warning: Mentions of drinking and alcohol. If you are not 21 this is a reminder that I do not condone underage drinking (in the U.S. I am 26 fyi). Please use sound judgment when drinking and never drink and drive. Nothing is worth you or someone else getting hurt. Language (fuck and damn). These are minor things that some might find triggering as well: Mentioning the legal system and online childhood safety. 

A/N: This is another @imagining-in-the-margins prompt for her Meet Cute September/October writing Challenge! I have been loving these prompts. I have three more fics planned. Thank you for all the engagement, it means a lot to me. I think this fic is great to have with a cup of tea or a glass of cider. I had to change my paragraph formatting because Tumblr was being weird. Sorry if there seems to be some odd paragraph spacing in this one. I hope you enjoy it, and if you do, likes and reblogs are appreciated. 

P.S. The reader uses she/her pronouns. 

List with all stories 

y/n = your name 

_l/g/s_ = local grocery store 

_p/g = parent or guardian 

_y/a_= your age 

_y/l/n_ = your last name 

_t/o/l_ type of law 

_y/b/f_ = your best friend 

_f/s/f/d_ = favorite spiked fall drink 

_e/c_ = eye color (i.e. green eyes, brown eyes, hazel eyes etc.) 

y/n looked at the three-way intersection. There was a thirty-three point three percent chance that one of the dusty paths would lead her to the exit in the corn maze, but at this point, she had tried all three of them at least twice and she was starting to give up. She knew about dyslexia and dysgraphia, and she was wondering if dys-mapia was a thing? She put her head in her hands for a moment. All of her life she had been told that she was ‘directionally challenged,’ and those people had been proved right again, and again, and again.

Her first memory in fact was one of her getting lost. It had happened when she was in _l/g/s_ with her _p/g_. She had been five and her _p/g_ had told her multiple times that if she ever got lost to ask an employee for help. As many times as she had been told this, when it happened in real life she had frozen. She really believed that she would never find her mom again. A kind stranger had found her in the produce aisle crying her eyes out. The elderly woman took her to the front of the store and her very concerned _p/g_ rushed forward and gave her a big hug. _y/n_’s _p/g_ had bought her an ice cream cone after they had finished shopping. Unfortunately for _y/n_, this had only been the first of many times she would get lost. Only last month one of her friends at law school had joked at the intern networking social that “y/n would get lost on a one-way street in a small town.” Everyone had laughed, and it would be funny if it wasn’t true. And this was why her being stuck, trying to make her way out of a corn maze was so fucking frustrating. She knew she had been at this intersection before because it was only one of two three-way intersections she had come across so far, and the clue at the start of the estuary was the one she had read six times now. She looked at the map in her hands and tried to parse the right path out of the maze but became frustrated almost immediately, crumpling the paper tightly in her hands. The at the entrance of the maze had said that it should take about half an hour to complete, and she had now spent double that in the dusty maze. More insulting than this was the fact that the age disclaimer at the start of the maze read: This maze is appropriate for all ages, however children under 12 should be accompanied by a parent or guardian. Essentially this meant that the maze could be completed by someone over 13, by themselves, and here she was _y/a_, unable to escape. 

y/n realized now that playing Truth or Drink, essentially Truth or Dare, except every dare meant drowning a shot was a mistake before trying to do a corn maze had been a mistake on her part given how bad she was with direction. She thought about her poor choices while waiting to find someone nice to ask to follow out of the maze. There was no avoiding it at this point. She needed help, and she knew it. As it turned out she did still value her dignity, so she had to wait awhile to find someone that seemed nice and normal. The first group that she didn’t ask was a group of three teenage boys. There was simply no way that she was going to ask them. They were laughing and looking at their phones and she let them pass undisturbed. The next people who didn’t pass her dignity test were two moms with strollers holding sleeping toddlers inside. y/n could only imagine the passive judgment of the middle-aged women in Lulu Lemon yoga pants and Gucci handbags would pass on to her. Her rather haggard appearance and evidence of imbibing before five o’clock were sure the elicit a few “tut-tut’s” from the moms and whispered words of disapproval just loud enough for her to hear. The last group she let go was a couple. She found it bad enough third wheeling with all her friends in relationships, doing that with total strangers didn’t bear thinking about.

y/n was wondering if an employee might come around every now and then to see if people or children more likely had gotten lost. Her thought process was interrupted when she heard someone coming close to where she was standing. It sounded. It was the voice of a man. As she listened she realized that his voice was actually quite nice sounding. There was a second voice, clearly from a child. From what y/n was hearing, this sounded like the best option she’s got, and she crossed her fingers hoping that the man that rounded the corner looked and seemed safe and normal. She had spent way too many mediocre Tinder and Bumble dates with guys her age asking her overly personal questions, and oddly why she hadn’t watched the live-action One Piece yet. This always stumped her. She had seen Attack on Titan back in the day -- didn’t that count for anything anymore? It’s not like she asked them if they had seen the 2005 Kiera Knightly Pride and Prejudice or the 1996 Collin Firth adaptation. Again she was pulled from her thoughts when the man rounded the corner with a little boy trailing closely behind him. She attempted to look at him without gawking. This was harder to do than she had expected because not only did the man have a nice voice, he was attractive as well. He was tall and wore blue jeans and a navy Patagonia jacket. His brown hair was cut short and neat with just a tinge of grey at his temples. y/n turned away from him and gently tapped her head, thinking, ‘You idiot. You’re not here to flirt, you’re here to get out of this damn corn maze. She turned back again to be able to see the man. He had picked up the boy she assumed was his son and they were both looking at the clue near the three-way path. The man was reading the clue aloud saying, “All right buddy, here’s what it says: Paths for three but only one for me. One of these paths leads to a dead end, one takes you to the center again, the last is the hardest as you will see, it had a tree of a sort, and when you see that you are nearly free.” The man looked down at the boy and asked, “What do you think Jack? Which of the paths would you like to try first?” y/n wanted to say, “Well the path on the right is the dead end,” but she held her tongue, knowing that if she said anything it would ruin the fun for the boy. After a second the little boy pointed to the middle path and the man let him down saying, “Alright middle it is.” 

It was clear the pair was about to venture forward into the maze and y/n finally gave up her pride and said, “Hey. um, sorry, could you wait a minute please?” The little boy was moving forward, but with a deft move he was able to get the boy’s hand in his and said, “Wait just a minute, son.” The boy stopped and the man turned to look at whoever had mentioned him. Now that the man was actually looking at her, she felt the flush of embarrassment course through her. y/n cleared her throat once and said, “Sorry, this is so embarrassing, but I’ve been stuck in this maze for about an hour and I’ve tried to get out. I’m just not cut out for this. Could I possibly follow you out? I’m y/n _y/l/n_, by the way?” y/n thought she might burst into flames for a few moments of silence as the man glanced at her. There was a ghost of a smile at the corners of his mouth as he said, “Yes, of course you can.” He extended his hand adding, “Aaron, Hotchner.” y/n took his hand and shook it, saying, “Thank you so much. Sorry, I’m just… just bad at these things.”  His grip was firm, but not uncomfortable. As they dropped the handshake, Aaron turned back to his son and said, “Alright Jack, let’s go. We’re going to help someone out of here, so we have to think really hard about what paths we choose!” Jack beamed and turned to look at y/n. She gave him a small wave and a smile. 

The trio moved forward along the center path, and much to y/n’s relief even Aaron, Jack, and she had to double back once to find the right path. The weather was nice and now that _y/n_ wasn’t as stressed out about being lost, it felt nice to be having a break from her busy life. There was a comfortable silence for a few minutes, but as they continued moving the silence became a bit awkward and Aaron turned his gaze toward the woman next to him, asking, “So, are you local?” y/n nodded no, replying, “No, I’m visiting some friends for the weekend. I’m living in New York.” Hotch nodded trying to keep the conversation going by saying, “What’s in New York, work, family…?” The team had been in New York last month for a string of brutal murders. He wondered if she was aware of them. y/n’s eyes flicked to him and she replied, “Columbia Law. This is the first chance I’ve had to take a break all semester, so I thought I should take it.” Hotch looked at her more closely once she brought up Law School. Having gone through it himself many years ago, he knew it wasn’t for the faint of heart. y/n then asked, “And you? Do you live around here?” Aaron replied to her question saying, “I’m local. My son looks forward to this every year. It’s kind of a tradition I suppose.” This was the first year without Hailey coming along. The divorce had changed a lot of things, and this was one of them. Hotch looked forward to Jack, who was a few feet in front of him and _y/n_. After a moment, Aaron added, “I went to Law School a long time ago. What year are you in? Have you decided on a specialty yet?” y/n’s lit up at the questions. She was excited to have something in common with Aaron. She wasn’t great at starting conversations, but now that they had a touchpoint she could easily be an equal speaking partner.

She replied, “I’m in 2L trying to decide between _t/o/l_ and _t/o/l_. Where did you study and are you still in practice?” The conversation stopped for a moment and _y/n_ stepped back and Aaron and Jack looked over the next clue together. Once Jack had made his choice they continued onward. She and Aaron fell into step again and he said, “I went to George Washington University. I was a criminal prosecutor, but I don’t practice anymore.” y/n nodded and asked, “What made you stop practicing?” Aaron let out a sigh at the question and crossed his arms as he considered how to phrase his response. For a moment y/n she had hit a sensitive subject and said, “I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer that.” Aaron chuckled but said, “No, it’s a valid question. Listen, please don’t take this as a bad omen for your career, it’s just in criminal prosecution I saw so many bad cases. People committed heinous acts against humanity and half of the time it would be a hung jury, or the system allowed bad people to walk free and innocent people to be put away for crimes that they didn’t commit. Eventually, I had to step away for my own health.” That wasn’t exactly what y/n had been imagining his answer would be, but she could see the weight of such a flawed and crushing system deteriorating the morale and faith in the people who work in it. That feeling hadn’t hit her yet, but she wondered now if it would.

She pushed her personal feelings aside for a second and took a better look at the man. Yes, he had a few years on her, but there was something in her that wanted to know more about him. Was he happy? Did he have other profound things to say about the legal system, on life? Instead of asking those questions she simply inquired, “Are you working somewhere else, or are you retired?” He looked young to be retired, y/n thought, but it was still an option. That small smile returned to Hotch’s face as he said, “I work for the F.B.I now as a profiler.” y/n nodded taking in the information before asking, “Is the stuff you see in the F.B.I. better than what you saw in prosecution?” Hotch looked to the ground and said, “Often it’s worse.” He looked over to y/n taking in her optimistic face before saying, “But that’s life you know. We have to do the best we can with where we’re at. That can be the courtroom, the interrogation room, or maybe helping a stranger out in a corn maze.” Hotch gave her a wink and y/n almost fell flat on her face. Thankfully she saved herself and it wasn’t too obvious that his wink had nearly left her sprawling in the dirt. She was sure she was flushed now as the heat came back to her face. She was about to say something, but shockingly they had made it to the end of the maze and Aaron moved forward to walk out with Jack. y/n stood back for a second. Could she possibly find the courage to ask this man who had somehow magically slipped into her life for half an hour out? She hadn’t looked for a ring. He had a kid. Her thoughts were swirling around her head. She decided she would regroup with her friends, and get another drink, and if Aaron was still around by that point, she would approach him again. 

As she stepped outside back into the bright autumn light Aaron was slightly to the left of the exit retying Jack’s shoe. As she stepped out she raised her hand in the light and didn’t notice her friends snapping a photo of her. However, there was loud laughing and comments of, “What took you so long y/n? Did you get lost?” y/n lowered her hand and in joking exasperation replied, “Oh come on guys, it only took me twice as long as the sign at the front said it would. That’s gotta be a record for me!” She smiled slightly embarrassed and looked over to Aaron to see if he was still there and if he had heard any of that conversation. Her eyes met his and he looked a little upset. She tilted her head in confusion and his eyes moved over the her friend who had taken the picture of her, to Jack, and then back to her. It took a second but everything clicked and she mouthed, “Oh,” silently. y/n smiled at Aaron and said, “I got you. Sorry, and thanks again for your help.” Aaron’s face went back to its happier look. He and Jack moved toward the pumpkin patch set up near the food stands and y/n moved closer to her friends. Her _y/b/f_ asked, “Why were you talking to that guy? He was pretty cute by the way.”  y/n swatted at her friend and said, “Oh my gosh are we back in high school again? No, um, as per usual, I got really lost in the stupid maze and I asked him to help me out. He was surprisingly chill about it. And he’s a lawyer.” y/n stopped talking, realizing she was rambling, and her friend said, “Well it sounds like I’m not the only one who’s taken an interest in him. What’s his name?” y/n let out a long breath, realizing that her friend was right, and replied, “Aaron Hotchner.”

After a moment she remembered her unspoken promise to Aaron and asked her friend, “Hey can you delete that photo of me coming out of the maze?” _y/b/f_ laughed, saying, “Why, it’s funny. Are you too embarrassed for me to post it or something?” y/n rolled her eyes and replied, “No you silly. It’s just that Aaron’s kid might be in it? You know internet safely and all.” y/n’s friend replied jokingly, “When did you become such a worry wart?” y/n’s demeanor shifted to a more serious nature and she said, “Come on _y/b/f_ if the kid’s in it, delete the picture. You know there are bad people online just as much as I do. If you need a reminder of that the guy that helped me get out of that damn maze and whose son you potentially photographed is in the F.B.I. I’m sure he could tell you a few stories if you like.” At this, _y/b/f_ sobered and said, “You’re right. I’ll delete the pic.” After a moment, _y/b/f_ held out their phone with the camera roll pulled up, displaying that only photos from before the corn maze remained.” y/n smiled and said, “Thanks,” y/n sincerely replied. Now that the mood was lightened, _y/b/f_ said, “Damn, that guy’s in the F.B.I. he keeps adding points to his score.” y/n laughed again saying, “You’re hopeless. You have a boyfriend already.” _y/b/f_ nodded and said, “I do, but you don’t. You should go talk to him or give him your number or something. I mean you at least have to think he’s cute, right?” y/n looked away for a moment before saying, “He is very attractive. I actually told myself that I’d grab a drink after we got out and if I still saw him around after that, that I’d go talk to him.” At hearing this, _y/b/f_ said, well what are we waiting for? Let’s get that drink!” They both headed toward the food stands. y/n ordered a _f/s/f/d_. They sat at a table and started sipping the warm drinks appreciating the atmosphere and charm of the cool afternoon while catching up on gossip they had missed in their time apart. 

y/n finished her drink and _y/b/f_ said, “Right, time to find Mr. Hotchner and ask him on out.” y/n sighed and got up. She grabbed another drink to give her time to think about what she would say if she did see Aaron still around. A tiny part of her hoped he had gone, so she wouldn’t have to ask him out and most likely get rejected. However, Aaron was still at the corn maze. Jack had played in the pumpkin patch and seen the baby goats and pigs in the petting zoo. Now they were going to get Jack a hot chocolate for the car ride home. Jack had gotten sleepy and Aaron carried him on his hip, with one arm firmly holding him in place. As they waited in line he saw y/n apparently scanning the crowd for someone. She hadn’t seen him yet, but he was planning to go over and ask her something because she seemed like a nice person and he wanted to make sure she made smart choices. He wasn’t a narc, but he had noticed her drinking before and she had another in her hand now. Aaron didn’t want her behind the wheel anytime soon. He had seen far too many promising young people lose their chance at a future because they had made that choice. Aaron realized he was sounding like Reid as the statistics popped up in his head.

He pushed the mental numbers aside as he got to the front of the line and ordered. He stepped next to _y/n_ softly calling her name, not wanting to wake Jack. y/n turned around and immediately her skin flushed pink. Now that he was in better light he could see her _e/c_’s were beginning to dilate. He was flattered by her silent tells. He took a second to look her over once quickly. He spent such little time out in normal society that it was strange for him to be with strangers who might or might not fancy him. Finally, he said, “Hey again. I’m heading out and thought I’d just check in on you. Um… not to be weird, but you’re not planning on driving soon are you?” y/n smiled and said, “Thanks for saying hi, and no. Our friend is picking us up in half an hour - I’ve got a designated driver Agent.” She said the last word in a joking tone and he laughed softly. Aaron responded saying, “Good to know. Good luck in school, and I hope you have a nice rest of your break.” Aaron wanted to say more but couldn't figure out how. Thankfully for him, he didn’t have to because as he started to turn, y/n called after him. Once he was facing her again, she said, “Aaron, would you like to get a drink together tomorrow? I catch a red eye at one AM, but I’d like to see you again before I go. If you’d be interested that is.” Now it was Aaron’s turn to flush slightly and he replied, “That sounds nice.” They quietly exchanged numbers and set up a preliminary time and place. As Aaron walked toward the car with Jack, y/n turned to face her friend who had gotten close to try and overhear the conversation, but due to the subdued volume and others talking around them, they hadn’t been able to listen in. When y/n turned, the beaming smile on her face told _y/b/f_ everything they needed to know. They squealed in excitement and rushed forward, ready to get all the details. 

As y/n shared the information and plans for tomorrow, she realized that maybe corn mazes weren’t the worst place in the world to get lost after all.

[old-world-bird]

The ✨✨BIG✨✨ post

About all the flowers and stuff, starring this piece of mine. I’ve also included some wips ✨

As was mentioned previously, I became obsessed with flower language, and the person, who commissioned this piece, is a fan of it as well, so we happen to have a lovely collaboration with an unholy (for me personally) amount of tiny details and (not so) hidden messages.

Thanks again @thecheshiredragon​ for fleshing out this piece with me!

Source used: Language of flowers by Greenaway, Kate Additionaly I’ve purchased Floriography by Jessica Roux, which is smaller but has an index by meanings and also some bouquets and flower pairing suggestions I’ll leave links in the replies

So, not to waste any more time-

First of all,✨THEM ✨

You can notice that Sergei and Strahd have different lines, especially on their hair - Sergei has more rounded lines, while Strahd is all sharp’n’edgy.

A quick demonstration of the lineart reworking process. That “different line type” idea wasn’t there from the begginig! I guess that’s my favourite thing about working on a big commissions - I have plenty of time to come up with new ideas and implement them.

White lilac on the Sergei - youthful innocence Meadow saffron - my best days are past

Yep, the white lilac is blue, because I really wanted to draw Sergei in white shirt, because, you know, the INNOCENCE.

He, who’ll follow you into the darkness

Several things I love about this half: while Sergei walks in the light, Strahd has already stepped into the shadow, and Bucefalus is awaiting him there.

Globe amaranth in the tapestry - immortality and unfading love.

Yep, shadows on the right weren’t the only foreshadowing here.

He, who’ll die tomorrow

One of my favorite detail: the knight on the tapestry stabs the monster because good always defeats evil, but the shadows tell us it will be otherwise this time.

Mourning bride on the left - I have lost all Gum Cistus on the right - I shall die tomorrow

It’s more of a happy coincedence, but I love that the color of flowers matches the colour of the brothers’ clothes.

All this toxicity~

Book said that vines stand for intoxication, but I never found out, if it means any particular vines, or anything creeping in general, so I went with some undefining vines, and also made them dead for the sake of even MORE drama. The pattern on the carpet is also a vine.

When we decided upon the color palette, I also suggested a green carpet as an option. Some sources interpret green as a color of jealousy, hopelessness, and/or a silent acceptance of what is happening. But we agreed that red one is more of a “Zarovich thing”.

And then there are these thing

Honestly, I started this piece without any particular idea, so I randomly threw some roses and kinda-oak leaves, and this is also a Strahd’s throne reference.

But after finishing the whole picture, I looked up the book, and it told me that oak stands for bravery, and roses, of course, have a ton of meanings depending on their color and species, but the common meaning is love, and I think that “Love and Bravery” do sound like something Zarovich family would use in their heraldic.

And the column piece was inspired by the decotive stone slabs exposition from our local museum, but I don’t have any proper photos from there. I kinda was wandering there, saw one of the stones and was like “damn, I want smth similar for the columns in my current commission”

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That’s all for today, hope you liked this post. Let me know if you’d like to see more of me explaining my own artwork and low-key fangirling it ✨

[megamindsecretlair]

Get To Know Me Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @nerdieforpedro 😚 for anyone who cares, here's a bit about me! 🥹

General rule: I may overshare in dms and authors notes sometimes but Im generally a private person 🤣 to the point Ive lost friends over it. ive been working with my coworkers for 3 years and they dont know shit about me 🤣 I juss really love yall and feel safe with yall so here we go!

1. Were you named after anyone?

No. My mom didnt want our names to announce who we were on applications so we all got regular smegular names. My name is of Irish origin so my yt folks customer service voice got ppl thinkin I have red hair. I mean....technically yes but its buried under my braids 🤣

2. When was the last time you cried?

At the end of The Marvels. The first end credit had me in real, actual tears. On a more serious note, I last cried before my grandma died. Yall, its fn hard being a caretaker. I was not built Ford Tuff.

3. Do you have kids?

*ahem* 🗣🗣 fuck no! 🤣🤣🤣 I dont even have nieces or nephews. Kids make me nervous and Im pretty sure they can smell the fear on me. 🤣

4. What sports do you play/ have you played?

I played basketball and softball in HS. I love and miss softball all the time even though my big behind HATES running.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Sarcasm is one of my love languages. I put that shit on everything 🤣 Physical Touch is my main one since we sharing.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Ooof, tough. Depends. Some quirk like glasses, lisp, moles. How they walk/talk, the way they laugh. I am a lurker by trade. Overly shy kid and writer by nature will do that to ya.

7. What is your eye color?

Dark brown. When that sun hits 🫠🫠🫦

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I am a HUGE scaredy cat. I dont do scary movies nothin! Happy endings over here! 🤸🏽‍♀️ I will enjoy a thriller but only behind my hands and mostly starring Matthew Lillard.

9. Any talents?

.....no? I have a bunch of useless knowledge or trivia that no one asked for but ya gonna get 🤣 . Juss realized writing is considered a talent 😭 so that too 🤣

10. Where were you born?

US, West Coast baybeee

11. What are your hobbies?

Obvs, writing. Reading, sewing, cons, tarot, tv, listening to music, video games (xbox, switch, PC girlie) , Marvel. Marvel is a hobby. I will talk your ear off. That is both a threat and a promise 😚

12. Do you have any pets?

I have two gorgeous Boston Terriers who run me into the ground every day. Idk why my mom thought two was okay 🫠🫠 my Black ass tide 🥲 👏🏽

13. How tall are you?

Fun sized 5'3 and a half 👏🏽👏🏽🤣 pear shaped. I got ass for days but in the itty bitty titty committee. 😭😭😭😭😭

14. Favorite subject in high school?

Definitely English. My English teacher was so fine 🥲🥲 thats not WHY it was my fave but can ya blame me 😩 I loved reading the books but I hated the themes they shoved down our throats. What if that wasnt MY interpretation of the book??? Hmmm? Some faves include: Their Eyes Were Watching God (Teacake 🥵🥵🥵), Brave New World, Bright Lights Big City (probably where my love of second person is from) , Bronx Masquerade, and The Outsiders. And FUCK the Great Gatsby. If I hear about that damn green light one 👏🏽 mo 👏🏽 fn 👏🏽 time 👏🏽😩😡 and FUCK Of Mice and Men, he aint have to do all that in the end. And DOUBLE FUCK I Know Why the Caged Bird sings. Turned my stomach when she described the SA. Lemme stop 🥴

15. Dream Job?

Writer. I will publish, I will be successful, and I will live the life I want. I claim it 😩 on my Octavia Butler, NK Jemisin, Danielle Allen shit 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

Whew! That was fun 😭🤣

No pressure tags: @mybonafidefeelings @bratzmaraj @braverthanthenewworld @multiversefanfics @chaos-4baby @westside-rot @saturn-rings-writes @notapradagurl7 @wide-nose-and-wonderful @blowmymbackout @blackerthings @harmshake @targaryenvampireslayer and who wants to do one. I love learning bout my moots.

[getvalentined]

Character ask game: #3, #48, #49 Vincent Valentine, of course!

What first drew you to this character?

What drew me to Vincent in the first place is a bit convoluted and very silly, but also I was like 12 when the OG came out so bear with me here.

So my mom has ADHD and only discovered this in the past couple years, meaning she spent her entire life trying to accommodate a condition she didn't realize she had, and this led to some "weird" choices—one of the most notable of which was literally color-coding her children.

I have five siblings, and we were all assigned a color to make it easier to tell what belonged to who. Older sister: green. Older brother: navy blue. Younger sister: purple, which was also her first word. Younger brother: sky blue. Baby sister: turquoise, because our folks tried pink but she rejected it from like 6 months old.

My color, if you hadn't guessed, was red.

What’s your favorite physical/design feature for this character?

This is hard to answer because Vincent's design, while being very distinct, is also really...transient, I wanna say? Most of his iconic physical features are temporary, they're clothing or accessories, we don't get to see a lot of him.

I really love Vincent's hair, but I always have the most fun drawing his eyes, so we'll go with that.

What’s your favorite personality trait in this character?

I actually really love Vincent's sense of responsibility. It's gotten him into trouble (that is literally how he wound up in his current condition in the first place) but it's also the only thing that drives him forward at any point in his entire storyline. He has trouble keeping it from bleeding out into guilt, sure, but without that sense of responsibility he never would have gotten out of his coffin in the first place.

I know he gets a lot of shit for being callow and weak-willed and dramatic, people call him obsessive for what happened with Lucrecia and stupid for just kinda staying in a coffin for decades while the world burned down around him, but I think that's doing him a disservice.

Vincent put himself to rest out of the same sense of responsibility as what got him killed in the first place. His presence, as far as he's concerned, is what caused everything to go wrong. He believed that he drove Lucrecia into a relationship with Hojo by coming on too strong, he believed that Sephiroth was his child and therefore he was to blame for giving Project S its lead subject, he believed that his inability to stop them from creating a monster is why he didn't pass on after Hojo shot him—he genuinely believed that the Lifestream rejected him, that what he'd done was so horrible that even Gaia couldn't forgive him.

So when he was locked away, he stayed. If no one ever found him, he couldn't hurt anyone else. He couldn't do any more damage to the world that he's been damned to haunt for the rest of time. In hiding, Vincent was removing himself as a mitigating factor in the continued hardship of the world at large, because he already felt responsible for causing so much harm. He thought he was doing the right thing, he thought he was protecting everyone else, he thought he was keeping the few loved ones he might have left safe.

He was wrong—but if he weren't, there's no denying that it would have been the right decision.

(From the honest favorite character ask game.)

[legacyshenanigans]

Hello beloved B! I have a few questions about Marvolo if you’re open to answering :)

(No worries if not 🖤)

Are rabbits and snakes his favorite animals? (Bc bunny king and Rerek)

What’s his least favorite color? His favorite weather and favorite dessert? Does he still talk to his friend group from hogwarts or did they all go their separate ways after they graduated? Is he the youngest person at the Den? (Besides the stories where you introduce Sebastian to it!) Does he know that he’s the most perfect person to ever exist? (murder included 🖤) 🤣

Lastly do you have a specific birthday in mind for him?

HiHi my lil Noxy 💚 sure!! 😊

Naturally, snakes are up there in animals he really likes, due to the fact he's linked to them and can speak to them. However, yes, his favourite animal is the Rabbit, stemming from his childhood days. Though It's not something he's quick to tell people 🐰

His least favourite colour is LIME green. He thinks it's insulting to other beautiful greens because it's too damn bright. 🤣

He likes the rain, he likes watching it, being out in it, he just finds peace in it. 🌧

After Us (wink wink) We all know his favourite dessert is those pink cupcakes 🧁

He's doesn't still talk to his friend group from Hogwarts, they were a small group of 5 (including Marvolo) 3 of them are dead due to the lives they lead after leaving school, from acting careless. And one of them married a muggle woman and moved to the muggle world.

Youngest working at the Den? No! He's not the youngest actually. One of the barmaids is 20.

Haha oh you 🤣💖 Marvolo knows he's incredibly charming and handsome if that's what you mean, it's got him both in and out of situations more times than he can remember.

Yeah! His birthday is December 8th. 😊

~

[sea-owl]

I have a new sasusaku au idea.

So say after the third shinobi war, Leaf and Sand made a peace agreement via arranged marriage. The sand would provide a relative of the Kazakage's family to be a bride for one of the head families of Konoha's clans.

The Uchiha clan was chosen to receive the bride. It wasn't decided yet if she would wed Itachi or Sasuke but she would be for one of them.

As for the bride herself, there was a debate to send the Kazakage's daughter Temari, but then Suna's council remembered that Karura had a sister who had a daughter.

Sakura knew her whole life that she would eventually be sent to Konoha as a peace bride. Her childhood was kinda lonely because of it. Suna's council started her ninja training young because they knew the Uchiah's were a ninja clan by trade and that they value strength. They gave her to Lady Chiyo to train. Sakura never really took to puppetry, not like Kankuro, but she did excell under Lady Chiyo's posion teachings and beginner medical training.

When Sakura wasn't with Lady Chiyo, she was with her cousins. She was closest to Gaara since both of them were being raised to be used in service to the village (Gaara as a weapon and Sakura as a peace offering) which left them both pretty isolated as children. This isolation also left Sakura a little oblivious to the village's fear of her favorite cousin. All she knew was that Gaara was a sweet boy who just needed some extra training to control his powers. Yes, she did know that Gaara had Shukaku in him and sometimes he lost control of his powers, but like most kids, she doesn't fully understand what that means.

Sakura and Gaara's relationship took a hit when their uncle, Yashamaru, tried to kill Gaara and then proceeded to blow himself up. Gone was the sweet boy who wanted to love and be loved. Gaara was now colder, and while Sakura still cared greatly for her cousin, it felt like he only tolerated her now. She was still one of his closest relationships, along with his siblings.

When Sakura was twelve, she was given two items. The first was a chain with a ring on it. The ring was silver with a red jewel. Purple chakra swirled in the jewel. The second item was a headband with Konoha's symbol on it.

It was time for her to go to the Leaf Village.

On Konoha's side after the Uchiha massacre the council looked for ways to keep Sasuke in line. They remembered the deal with Suna and made the arrangements to officially betrothed Sasuke and Sakura. Not that they told him.

The deal was that once Sasuke graduated from the Academy, they would bring Sakura to the village and assign her to his genin team. Kakashi about damn near had heart failure when his third student was escorted in with two Sand anbu behind her. Gai had to console him later.

Sakura looked around curiously at everything as she followed Kakashi to meet her other teammates. There was a lot more color in Konoha than Suna, especially the color green. Her teacher was curious, too. He introduced himself as Kakashi Hatake. Hmm, the only Hatake Sakura knew about was the White Fang Sakumo, and Lady Chiyo wanted him dead. She wonders if Kakashi is related.

Sakura is behind Kakashi when he opens the door to a classroom and an erasure falls on his head. A loud laugh was heard from the inside. Was that her betrothed or her other teammate?

"That's what you get for being late!" The voice shouted.

We're they late? Sakura winced. That was probably her fault. Kakashi did have to get her from the Hokage's tower.

Kakashi only humed as he stepped into the room, Sakura following behind. Two boys turned their stares from their sensei to her. She scanned them, one was a blonde with whisker like marks on his face, the other had black hair and eyes. While she couldn't verify via the Uchiah symbol, Sakura had to guess the dark eyed boy was her betrothed Sasuke. She was told the Uchiah's typically had darker features.

Kakashi humed again. "My first impress of you three, I hate all of you."

Well damn, that's not good. Sakura needs allies if she's gonna survive here and make sure to maintain the peace agreement. Having her sensei hate her right off the bat doesn't bode well for her.

They're led up to the roof where Kakashi has them introduce themselves, not that he offered up much info.

The blonde boy started. "My name is Naruto Uzumaki! I like ramen, especially the ramen at Ichiraku! But I hate having to wait the three minutes for it to cook. And my dream is to be the greatest Hokage!"

Well, he was energetic. But this did confirm Sakura's suspicions.

Sasuke spoke next. "My name is Sasuke Uchiah. I dislike a lot of things, and I don't particularly like anyone. I don't have a dream because I will make it a reality. I will restore my clan and kill a certain someone."

Oh, well, there's some familiarity of home with her betrothed. At least she'll have some knowledge on how to approach her betrothed thanks to Gaara.

The boys turned towards her and Kakashi tilted his head. We'll go on.

Sakura blushed. Oh, right. "I'm Sakura Haruno. What I like, I mean, um-" Damn her accent slipped, and after her tutors worked so hard to make sure it was perfect. "I like studying. . ." Can't say posions, won't look good since she's suppsed to be a peace offering. ". . .medical plants and the effect they have on the body. My dislikes are um. . ." What was safe to say? She didn't get a chance to study her teammates before, and there wasn't much info her anbu escorts gave her either.

Kakashi seemed to take pity on her. "And your dream for the future?"

That was easy. "To maintain the peace and alliance between Konoha and Suna."

"How come we've never seen you before?" Naruto asked her.

The boys looked at her confused. Sakura looked at Sasuke confused. Why was he confused? He's the other half to making this peace agreement work.

Kakashi cleared his throat. "Sakura is from another village, but she has been put on this team as part of an alliance agreement. Now for tomorrow we'll have our first mission."

Sakura tensed as Kakashi explained that of the graduates only nine ever make it to genin and the rest are sent back to the academy. What does that mean for her? Would she be sent back to Suna? That can't happen, not if they want to peace agreement to work out, she can't fail this!

Sakura went to speak with Sasuke after they were dismissed. She knows they officially just met but they did need to talk about their engagement. Kakashi pulled them both back.

Kakashi pulled a silver ring on a chain out of his pocket. Sakura knew that ring. It was the matching ring to the one she wore around her neck, except it had her chakra in it instead of Sasuke's. Why would Kakashi have it?

Kakashi handed the chain to Sasuke. "Did your parents ever tell you about your engagement?"

Sasuke's face fell into a scowl. "What?"

Sakura began to grow mortified.

"The alliance agreement between Konoha and Suna was sealed with an arranged marriage between the Uchiha clan and a relative of Suna's leader, the Kazekage," Kakashi explained. "Sakura is the Kazakage's niece, and per the agreement, you two will be living together from this point on."

Sasuke turned his glare on to Sakura. Sakura was thankful she gotten used to Gaara's glares.

[thewertsearch]

Asks Comp 1/5

We don't even need to speculate about Vriska's hidden motives - even her stated motivation is dangerous.

As I said before, we know exactly how she 'helps' people.

Thank you! It's good to be back.

Act 5.2 has been fun so far. I didn't realize how much I missed the kids until we got back to their PoVs.

Homestuck could have opened on Rose, watching her mother drink herself into a stupor - or Vriska, tossing a corpse into her spider's pit. These events are canonical, but bringing them into sharper focus would turn the story into something very different.

That Homestuck chose to start with John tells us a lot about its identity. It's a dark story, in a lot of ways - but there are much darker stories, two steps to the left.

Sburb Any% in 23:59:59 (Green Sun skip)

Haha, that's fair, actually. Although you're probably not chastising them for failing to understand the time loops you're both navigating.

(If you are, though, you have the coolest job imaginable. Are you hiring?)

@gravity-rocks asked: Ooo, saw the person who asked you about your thoughts on lusii and troll evolution and thought I would pitch in with my little theory. I like to believe instead of lusii being the parasites, maybe TROLLS evolved as brood parasites. All these lusii seem to have consistent blood colors, and the blood colors always match the troll theyre a guardian of. I know we havent seen baby lusii, but maybe before they become "white" their babies are a bright color, and the bright blood colors of the trolls evolved as a way to trick the lusii into caring for them. Now, not all animals actually care for their young, so it's not a perfect strategy, so some creatures taking 'advantage' of this parasitism couldve evolved side by side, which I find super interesting. And with troll genetics and slurries, that made me wonder if troll genomes are particularly unstable and able to incorporate all sorts of other dna into it, like some bacteria - perhaps lending to this ‘infiltration’ power. The troll powers and mutations relating to their lusii is really really interesting, I mean we saw sollux’s ogre lusus with similar powers. I wonder if that sort of matching dna in subtle ways influences which trolls are adopted by which lusus. Alternatively an even more interesting explanation. Trolls grow their powers over time with their lusus and incorporate more of their dna over their lifetime with them. With huge wiggled populations, the way the genetics slurry with each other, and ease of mutation, perhaps it explains how intense their anti mutant and culling sentiments are, and why they might have evolved to be as extreme as they are.

This is some great speculative biology - I particularly like the idea that trolls are highly prone to mutation, like an alien Eevee.

It is interesting that Sollux shares his eye-beams with his Biclops. Their powers are identical, so there has to be some casual relationship between the two - we just don't know what direction it's in.

Aw, Kanaya. Neither of you is the Stupid Girl - it just feels that way when you have a crush!

I started shipping these two because they're my favorite characters - but I'm continuing to ship them because their relationship is cute as all hell.

For sure! The added context of Hivebent really adds a lot of texture to the plot. The playing field feels wider, and the stakes are much higher.

@manorinthewoods asked: What are your favorite songs from Homestuck? [ they listed their own faves but some are technically spoilers, will send them later! - C] . ~LOSS (25/4/23)

My current favorites are Descend, Dissention, Sburban Jungle, Upward Movement, and The Beginning Of Something Really Excellent!

Another album review is well past due, but Homestuck Volume 5 is longer than the first four combined, so I'll need to set a day aside to really take it in.

I never got an ask about this, so send away!

Zathura! Damn, it's been a while since I've thought about that movie.

I love the idea that every 'real' game in fiction is actually taking place in an infinite sea of monsters.

That's true, I guess, and you do need to get there to fight the final boss - but Sollux proved that you can freely fly between planets, if you have the means. The houses seem kind of redundant, if that's their only purpose, but I don't think it is.

Act 4, I think! Hivebent's troll worldbuilding is great - but Act 4 focused a lot more on Sburb's game mechanics, and that's still my favorite part of the comic.

We don't yet know the circumstances of his Exiling, but he probably needed to lose, to be Exiled the way he did.

As for why he needed to be Exiled the way he did... well, we've already talked about how weird and arbitrary these loops are. In the end, WV's army was just a casualty of causality - and messing around with causality is beyond the scope of the game.

Not impossible, necessarily - just beyond the scope of the game. Rose knows what I'm talking about.

It's either that, or the meteor's seed was what fell into the portal, and it grew to full size after it left the Medium. Either works.

It's impossible for me to choose - but I'll default to Descend. It was a great bookend to pre-Hivebent Homestuck.

Thanks for the list of names - and congratulations on your evolution to full blog status!

That's all true - and I never considered that Karkat would be jealous of John's social circle. Things are just easier for him - his friends all get along, and he doesn't need to needle them into working together. From Karkat's perspective, John barely has to do anything as a leader, while Karkat worked his ass off and still failed. Damn.

[ this post! ]

Hahaha, damn. I forgot about those early predictions.

I was right about the terraforming, I just wasn't thinking big enough. In retrospect, it's pretty funny that I only gave it a 1% probability - for all the help they were, I may as well have pulled those numbers out of thin air.

John's the kismesissitude mascot, after all!

Earth's a big place, so there could easily be thousands of unseen temples - but I'm starting to doubt they'll ever get any focus.

I've slowly begun to accept that Earth's other sessions might just be out of scope for this story. That's for the fanfiction authors - and, maybe, for 'semi-canon' spin-offs.

Yep, this chicken/egg stuff is so common for Sburb that it's practically routine by now. It's simply not possible to say whether Titles cause personalities, or vice-versa - both were 'simultaneously' encoded into the Alpha Timeline. The point is moot.

Yeah, quadrants really haven't shaken out the way the original infodump implied they would.

Karkat's Dark Crush on John doesn't seem nearly as toxic as whatever's going on with Jack and the Queen.

Is Karkat wrong about his feelings? Do Carapacians experience kismesissitude differently? Has Hussie quietly retconned some of Hivebent's quadrant stuff?

At this point, who knows. Alternia's original view of quadrants might not even matter - it's gone, and the surviving trolls are free to do their own thing.

[heretherebedork]

Getting to know you, got tagged by @iguessitsjustme and @karebear923 so better do it!

Do you make your bed?

Nope. I mean, I guess I kinda shake the blanket/sheet to spread it out but my doggo likes to burrow and that means all effort is futile.

What’s your favorite number?

Multiples of 5 make me happy. Any number ending with 5 or 0. Also even numbers to a lesser degree.

What is your job?

I am a parapro aka paraprofessional aka education support professional aka a one to one! I work with students with significant disabilities in order to help them attend, function and learn in a public school! I currently work in a K-3 room and was moved there specifically as a behavior support for the third grader who loves me. I love my job, I adore it, I also wanna throw the teacher and both damn BCBAs out a window.

If you could go back to school, would you?

Honestly? No. I love to learn but homework is basically where my executive function goes to die. As much as I like the idea of going back the reality would fuck me up something good.

Can you parallel park?

I can't drive so no.

A job you had that would surprise people?

I work at a zoo for over a decade in the children's zoo? Not actually shocking but at least a little odd. No, I wasn't a zookeeper.

Do you think aliens are real?

Frankly, I hope so.

Can you drive a manual car?

Still can't drive.

What’s your guilty pleasure?

Why feel guilty about pleasure? Seem pointless. But also bad BLs and toxic BLs that just let themselves be toxic. Also pushing the poly agenda on shows.

(Also, kinda too real, I do feel guilty about the pleasure I take from MawinTinh and from being so excited about the boys in a GL show... but I still want more crumbs, please.)

Tattoos?

No.

Favorite color?

Turquoise or teal or anything in the green-blue family.

Favorite type of music?

Nerdy.

Do you like puzzles?

Not really, no.

Any phobias?

None that I feel like discussing, tbh.

Favorite childhood sport?

I did not do sports as a child unless under duress.

Do you talk to yourself?

At all times.

What movies do you adore?

Paranorman, the Mummy trilogy, Prince of Egypt, anything by Mel Brooks.

Coffee or tea?

Hot chocolate

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

Veterinarian followed by physical therapist which was first serious dream that I will never go for.

Do it if you want, tag me if you want, go ahead and enjoy!

[moonshotsx]

way back home - sashnetra (club au)

it's time for a first date 😌

here's a pic of the dress sasha is wearing 🥰

-

"Damn, look at you, mama!"

Kerri exclaimed as soon as Sasha stepped out of the closet with the dress she intended to wear at the restaurant date with Anetra.

She had opted for an emerald green dress with a high slit to the side, the vibrant color complimented her tan skin and eyes. Not to mention, it hugged her curves just right.

"What do you think for the jewelry? Simple or something extra?"

"I think a simple gold chain as to not distract him from the girls," the younger woman winked before walking up to a small box, "You can take one of mine, we can throw in a few rings to balance it out?"

Sasha nodded, "That sounds good, hair up or down?"

"Up, definitely, you look so hot with a ponytail".

Kerri watched attentively from the bed as her drag mom put the final touches to the look of the night - something felt different about her.

"You really like him, don't you?"

Sasha met Kerri's eyes through the floor length mirror, "I just want to make a good impression," she simply replied.

"That doesn't answer my question," Kerri raised a brow, "I helped you get ready for so many other dates, and you've never been this worried about it going well".

Sasha sighed, "You're so noisy, you know that?"

"Got that from you, mama!" Kerri got up and back hugged her, resting her head on Sasha's shoulder, "I just want to see you happy".

The older woman closed her eyes with a soft smile, "I know, baby," she let Kerri snuggle with her for a few moments before adding, "I'll tell you all the details tomorrow".

"Let me know if the dick is good!" Kerri joked, earning a playful slap from Sasha.

"Is that a way to talk to your mother, now?!"

-

The drive to the restaurant had been uneventful, Anetra had offered to pick her up perfectly on time for their reservation.

Sasha had heard of the restaurant he had chosen, it was on the fancier side than what she was used to but still didn't feel too uptight.

They were seated by one of the windows overlooking the city skyline, a dream view if Sasha didn't already have her new favorite one right in front of her.

"I hope you like this place, it was a bit of a last minute change since my favorite's restaurant was already fully booked tonight when I called from work earlier," Anetra started off after they had ordered their meals, "A friend of mine works in the management here, and they owed me a favor".

Sasha could tell he was a bundle of nerves as he sipped on his water.

She rested her hand on top of his, her thumb gently caressing the back of his hand, "You don't need to worry, I'm loving the place so far, and I trust your taste".

Anetra blushed, "I'm glad you like it".

"You mentioned work just now," Sasha tried to change the conversation to make him feel more at ease, "You never told me what you do".

"Oh, yeah!" Anetra's face lit up at the mention, "I teach taekwondo to kids. They are a bit of my pride and joy," he explained, "I used to be a professional athlete, first for judo then taekwondo, and almost got into the Olympics, but that... didn't work out".

There was a hint of sadness behind his words that made Sasha frown.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

Anetra waved it off, "It's alright. That didn't work out, but it brought me to turn my love for martial arts into a job by training new generations and sharing my passion," he was smiling again, "That in itself is much more gratifying than any medal I could have won if I was able to compete".

"That's such a mature mindset to have".

"You can, you know, pop up to the dojang if you want to see a lesson. A few parents and relatives like to come and watch, so one more person there should be fine".

"You sure you wouldn't mind me there?"

"Of course not! I'm sure the kids wouldn't mind either. Knowing them, they probably will want to show off their skills," he laughed softly, "Even four-year-olds can be very competitive".

"What about you? Would you show off your skills too?" Sasha asked, resting her chin on one of her hands as she teased him.

Anetra's eyes widened, the blushing was back on his cheeks with a vengeance, "S-Sure thing".

"I mean, it feels just fair, you've seen me perform quite a few times. It's your turn now to impress me," she finished before she took a sip of her red wine.

-

The rest of the dinner went down without a hitch, Sasha smirked to herself every time she caught Anetra's eyes wandering to the neckline of her dress.

She'd be lying if she said she didn't like the effect she had on him.

But the more they talked throughout the evening, the more she found herself at ease with him. It had been so long since someone had showed genuine interest in her as a person, rather than her as a performer.

It was a refreshing feeling that Sasha wasn't ready to let go just yet.

Anetra offered to drive her back, not wanting her to be alone that late at night, and she gladly accepted.

Once they had parked near her apartment complex, he leaned to hold her hand, intertwining their fingers together as they walked the short way back in silence.

Neither of them wanted to say goodbye when they reached the door of Sasha's apartment.

"This is me," she let out, turning around to face him, "I had fun tonight," she said as a matter of face, still holding his hand.

"I'd love to see you again one of these days".

Sasha chuckled, "You have my number, baby. All you have got to do is giving me a call".

He reached to tuck in one of the strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail behind her ear, his hand lingered just enough for her to see his eyes darting from her own eyes to her lips.

A question lingered in the air, she could see what he wanted to ask but was too scared to do so.

She took the matter in her own hands and leaned forward to close the gap between their lips, smiling as she did so.

[skylarsblue]

Random Slasher Headcanons

Michael Myers

Michael cannot stand peanut butter. He likes the smell of peanuts & peanut butter, but, the consistency is something he won’t allow. It sticks to his hands & the roof of his mouth and it makes him genuinely angry. He doesn’t mind candy with chunks of peanuts, but no peanut butter. None. Keep it away from him.

 THIS MAN IS A DRUMMER AT HIS HEART. Listen, if he wasn’t a stabby stabby murder man, he’d be a fucking drummer. It would be a fantastic way to get out his anger. Now, he’d certainly break his sticks constantly, but he’s a metal drummer. You can pry this from my cold, pale hands.

Michael can’t read. Not like he lacks the ability, but he cannot stand to sit down and read a book. Not only does it always make him tired, but most books have too small of text. Large paragraphs make his head hurt. Reading itself just feels like a boring hassle. He perceives visual and audible stuff a lot easier than reading it. This means he always ignores written instructions.

Michael is not a good cook. We know this. HOWEVER. He can do sandwiches, boxed mac & cheese, and grilled cheese. And he makes a pretty damn good grilled cheese. Man loves his cheddar.

Jason Voorhees

Woodcarving! Jason does woodcarving. He gets bored out there, alone in the forest, no technology. Even if he has his rounds to do, he gets bored in leisure time. He’s gained a few hobbies but woodcarving is his favorite. He makes little sculptures for his mother. She seems to like the bird ones the best.

 My man is super suited for the wild. He makes all his own traps! Even the bear traps he uses are tampered with, just so they hold people better. He’s really good at figuring out how to hide the traps as well. Jason is a hunter for sure.

 Jason Voorhees is red-yellow colorblind. Why do I say this? Because I can, damnit. Does this affect anything? No, but it does mean he likes cooler tones a lot more. Which is why he dresses in blue, green, etc. frequently. Reds, oranges, and yellows tend to just look like dull greys & browns. Pamela also had this! It’s why her favorite color was baby blue.

Jason’s fear of water kind of fluctuates. It’s a PTSD thing. Some days, he can handle water fine. It’s not something he prefers but it doesn’t freak him out as much. At worst it makes him a bit uncomfortable. On other days though, he gets really scared by even the memories of being near water. It’s made worse by flashbacks or nightmares. It all depends on the day and recent events.

Brahms Heelshire

We all know Brahms is a whore for sugary sweet treats, but, on the other side of the coin? Mans cannot do spice. To any degree. He thinks too much pepper is spicy, and he will complain. So, if you like actual flavor in your food, I’m sorry. Either you’ll have to make him something separate or you’ll need to dial it back a lot.

Even in his childish moments, Brahms has a very wide & eccentric vocabulary. He’s dabbled in poetry & short stories before. He especially gets into the writing mood after reading a good book. Now, he’d rather die than show anyone what he’s written, but it’s actually pretty good. If he dabbled in it more he could probably pass as a well seasoned author. He gets a bit ramble-y sometimes, though.

 Mans is an artist. You cannot tell me he hasn’t dabbled in water color, especially when his parents put him in the walls. I don’t think his parents would be too into the idea of him having a messy hobby. But, he’s a creative boy. Even if he prefers writing. Show him Bob Ross, he’ll be so relaxed.

Did someone say chronic back pain? He naturally bends down when roaming through the walls & he sits hunched over. Coming from a person who hunches over everything, back pain. Mans also has poppy joints. Like, every time he turns or moves something pops. Mostly his knees and back. His joints like doing a firecracker impression whenever he moves.

Bo Sinclair

I’ve mentioned this in his Fluff Alphabet, but I think Bo was taught to play the piano. Now that he’s older, the piano they own is all dusty in the attic, out of tune. When he was younger though, it was how he got out a lot of his emotions without actually bothering anyone. It was one of the few things he got praise for too. The fact he could make elegant melodies without needing notes on a sheet to guide him? Amazing! And no one notices the fact he was five seconds from a mental breakdown. …now he just, drinks a lot of beer and goes through at least three cigarettes a day.

Bo has very sensitive hearing. You’d think with all the music he blared as a teen or the shots from his shotgun would’ve harmed his eardrums, but no, oddly enough. Mister Sinclair can identify noises from like several yards away. It’s part of the reason hiding from him is so hard. He will hear you breathe. 

At some point, since all three boys were put in foster care, Bo had to get a lot of teen jobs to work up as much money as possible. Not only to cover things he and his brother would need when they turned eighteen, but so he could also adopt Lester. Lester is, at least, 4+ years younger than Bo & Vincent. Bo knew that when he and Vincent were able to be independent, the state would still be in control of where Lester was. Bo may be an asshole, but he’ll never leave one of his brothers alone. So as soon as he turned eighteen, he insisted on being Lester’s legal guardian. Worked out, thankfully. 

Some of y’all got it twisted thinking Vincent is the high maintenance brother. (I’m kidding, he is) Bo, though he’d never admit it, has an extensive self care routine. He hides it, of course. He doesn’t need people thinking he’s soft! Bo’s a bit vain, it’s how he counteracts a lot of his insecurities. He’s the pretty brother, it’s what he gets the most praise for, so he needs to stay the pretty brother. He doesn’t know what else he’d have otherwise.

Lester Sinclair

I know he has a dirty job, but I think it’d be absolutely hilarious if his home was actually pretty clean. Sure, it’d be decorated in animal skins & bones, but it’s not messy clutter. I think that him having the cleaner home in comparison to Bo & Vincent would be absolutely HILARIOUS.

I think he's actually a pretty decent cook. Lester makes godly fried chicken. He’s not necessarily a chef that’s good in all fields, but what he cooks he’s good at. These are things like omelets, fried chicken, gumbo, and cod fish. However, he has a bad habit of making everything spicy.

Despite appearing the most scrawny out of his brothers, he’s got a decent amount of strength. It just doesn’t show much on his body. He has a fast metabolism. It’s hard to put on muscle when you struggle to put on weight, especially when sometimes he forgets to eat, so he’s not doing well there either. Still, he can manage some heavy lifting fairly well. But what’s most surprising is his grip strength. He avoids handshakes because of it. Bo has told him about a million times that Lester could break someone’s fingers with his hands. Helps when he’s opening jars though.

Lester is a natural snuggler, because I said so. When he falls asleep he naturally hugs whatever is closest. Sometimes that’s a pillow, sometimes it’s Jonesy, and when he was younger it was Bo’s arm. Now, if he tries to sleep without something to hug, his arms will just be curled up to his chest all awkwardly. On top of that, if you put something near him when he’s asleep, he will eventually end up hugging it. Once he has it, it stays there until he wakes up.

Vincent Sinclair

Did someone say BACK PROBLEMS?! We all know the infamous “shrimp” pose done by millions of artist, and Vincent is no exception to this. He sits and hunches in the most awkward positions while working. Their back pops all the time. Bo hates it.

Vincent’s the doctor in Ambrose. While all three brothers have some first aid knowledge and a concept of human anatomy, Vincent is by far the most well versed. Anytime his brothers get hurt or sick beyond the point of where they can take care of themselves, they go to Vincent. He’s always ready to help them, even if he may be silently scolding them in his brain.

Vincent’s not the best cook whatsoever, but they manage a pretty decent breakfast. Lester is the best cook out of them all but they all have their specialties. Vincent’s is bacon, eggs, french toast, and pancakes. Anytime Vincent makes french toast, his brother’s come running. They’ll even fight over the last piece. Oh, he also makes great tea.

When they were younger, they had a caffeine addiction. Now he can’t handle it at all. It gives him the jitters and his heart goes all crazy. He also gets a bit sick. This is mostly the result of a bad experience. He drank three energy drinks in twenty minutes and his body did not handle it well, he got super sick. Now they won’t touch the stuff.

Thomas Hewitt

I think Thomas is capable of some speech, but it’s a bit of a struggle because, one, since he never spoke much his vocal chords just aren’t used to speaking. So they kind of hurt when he tries. And two, speech impediment trauma. (I used to have a struggle saying some words in school, for example, and those kids did not let me exist peacefully.)

Sometimes, if he is truly desperate enough for just a moment of quiet. A second where he’s not hearing the commotion of his home, he’ll go out to the little rickety barn they have. If someone, Hoyt, for example,  comes out to call him out for being “lazy”, he can easily just act like he’s working. Then as soon as they leave he’ll go back to sitting in quiet. My man needs a break.

Mans loves pie. And I mean he loves pie. Adores it. His favorites are apple, blueberry, and mixed berries. But he’ll eat any kind of pie. Key-lime to pumpkin, he is a whore for pie.

Thomas is allergic to bees, so when they start coming around, he gets freaked out. It’s not like they got the stuff to care for him if he goes into shock from a bee sting. So, if a bee gets too close, this dude is sprinting. It’d be kinda funny to watch this giant running from a bee, but if it could literally kill me, I’d run too.

Bubba Sawyer

Snow White. Bubba is basically snow white. Animals absolutely love him. Everything from chickens, to cats, to bugs. They love him. Even if there was an animal that Bubba has never had experience with before, it’d love Bubba. Bears? Elk? Hawks? They love Bubba. Everyone loves Bubba.

Bubba knows how to square dance. He’s from Texas, they got the boots, they got the want to dance. I imagine they don’t get the chance much, because dancing alone isn’t very fun to him, but if he ever gets a partner to dance with? It’s waltzin’ time!

Something that they can’t do often, but adore doing, is baking. Bubba loves to bake! Their favorite thing to make is pie, muffins, & apple pie. It’s hard to get all the things to make these items, sugar being something he struggles the most to find, but it’s something he prides himself in. Even his brothers praise his baking skills.

Bubba owns dresses, but they can’t wear them very often. Nubbins is probably the most accepting of that part of fashion, even if he still pokes fun here & there. But Drayton & Chop-Top make the most fun of Bubba, to the point it hurts his feelings. But, if both Drayton & Chop-Top are gone, and ideally Nubbins, Bubba will do all his housework in one of his dresses. He likes the flowy ones, with light colors & floral patterns. They get a sense of euphoria from wearing it with an apron overtop. They get euphoric in some outfits with pants too, but dresses are special because they can’t wear them often.