#Spilled Ink {Headcanon}

[simsim54]

Ron: I didn't understand why people care so much for their dumb friends until I got a dumb friend myself. Ron: *picks Harry up* Ron: I've only befriended Harry for the duration of a train ride. Ron: But if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

[revasserium]

write. it doesn't have to be good, it doesn't even have to be a story. write a sentence, a fragment, a phrase, a thought. write something. write anything. write.

and be proud of yourself that you did.

[esculentevil]

Thorinduil Headcanon (#9): Generous Misunderstandings by EsculentEvil

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield/Thranduil Characters: Thorin Oakenshield, Thranduil (Tolkien) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Thorin Oakenshield Lives, Headcanon, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Light Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Gift Giving, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Elf Culture & Customs, Dwarf/Elf Relationship(s), Idiots in Love, True Love, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, 1 Sentence Fiction, Self-Indulgent Series: Part 36 of Evil's Thorinduil Headcanons Summary:

During the early stages of their relationship, there was a lot--A LOT--of gross misunderstandings regarding body language and reactions

Notes:

((Inspired by @petitpotato​’s adorable and funny fanart here; I just... I’ve always thought this; but their art made me wanna actually write it lol))

OMJ I WROTE SOMETHING I'm so sorry all: I've been incredibly depressed these passed few months and unable to get passed what I think was writer's block (probably still is; I don't think it's actually gone just... I found a hole in it, I guess, thanks to that drawing I saw) Things are... a bit better now--head/heart wise--but the cause of my depression is still here; I just think I've thought of a solution of sorts which is basically finally going through with the Crochet ASMR idea I had like last year but meshing it with my need for better marketing when it comes to my crochet store so... yea; might not work but technically I have two chances of success here (either my store finally does well or the YT channel does) so... here's hoping lol sorry for spewing this just... idk it helps to talk I guess

[eefrostpoetry]

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[razcina]

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[thepoeticinephile]

because I live too much in my head,

I'm very much likely to appear dead.

[kais-v0id]

I’m pretty sure this has happened at least once already- Or will happen-

Ink belongs to @comyet

[skyofnostars]

Visions Of A Downfall

I've always headcanoned that Ezra had visions about his “death” in rebels and he knew for weeks about it… poor boy. Anyway, that’s what this is about! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! Feel free to drop by my inbox with your ideas!

Genre: Random???

Characters: Ezra Bridged (mentions of Kanan Jarrus)

Warnings: Mentions of death

Ezra slowly rose from bed, groggy from the lack of sleep, his feet shuffling unevenly on the floor of the Ghost. His blue eyes were squinted as if they did not want to open, but Ezra wouldn't have been able to sleep anyway. Sometimes, there were downsides to being a Jedi. Sometimes the nightmares were too much for him to handle. 

Hands stretched out in front of him, feeling the wall so he wouldn't fall in the dark, his raven hair was a mess from the tossing and turning he’d done in dreamland. 

The cool metal of the door handle brushed against his bare palm, and he grasped it, not quite used to lacking the feeling of his usual gloves on his hands. 

The Jedi apprentice opened the door slowly, as to not make a sound and awaken the rest of the crew. He’d never hear them end of it from Zeb if he did. 

Now, the stars above seemed infinite, beckoning as they traced out a thousand different stories across the blackness of the sky. 

Grass swirled around his ankles, stirred by the light breeze, as he gazed up at the stunning night, the two moons casting his face in a silvery glow. 

Ezra had always wondered how the stars got to be in the sky, when he was little. At first, the Jedi thought that they were guiding beacons for the ships above, lighting the way so they would never be in the dark. Then, when he was a bit older, he assumed that they were ghosts wandering among the planets in search of each other and freedom. 

Now, he had less fantastical guesses, as he’d travelled from planet to planet and spotted the firey spheres that the stars really were. 

A loth-cat stalked through the grasses ahead of him, fur seeming to meld with the landscape around it. It darted away as the raven haired boy continued his walk. 

So much had happened during theses last few weeks. Some things were miracles, others almost too far from it to be possible. 

But he didn't want to think about their losses now. 

His eyes reflected the glow of a passing ship overhead, some imperial transport that didn't even give Ezra a second glance. 

In the dark and lacking his usual attire, he probably hadn't even been spotted. 

Ezra reached the crest of the hill that the Ghost had used for cover, and settled himself in the grasses. 

He didn't mind the silence as the ship sped too far away to see, the wind finally dying down. It was far more peaceful them the dreams he’d been having. 

The Loth-cat circled back towards the Jedi boy, but he didn't notice. 

He knew, from the dreams, that something just as bad as Kanan’s death was coming for him, too. 

His own downfall, possibly, but he couldn’t tell. 

Jedi visions were always like that. Clear but unclear, like water blurred by the stirring of a sandy bottom. 

He knew that he was approaching the end of his time, though in this life, this crew of even this galaxy were details he hadn't been given. 

Maybe he’d see Kanan again. 

Ezra was ready for this fate, whatever was coming for him or whatever would finally being him down. 

He’d done enough for the galaxy to finally rest. For as long as the forces of the universe could keep him asleep, anyway. Ezra had a knack for getting out of the strangest of predicaments. 

The galaxy might fade, he might fade, but he’d done enough.

Ezra returned to the ship, silent as the ghost he was doomed to become. 

[simsim54]

Harry: Do you think your family likes me????

Ron: I’m pretty sure my mom loves you more than she loves me!!!!

[chaosbled]

Headcanon time!

If Chuuya buys something that turns out not to be what he wanted/expected, is he the sort of person to return it for a refund or does it just count his losses and buy something else instead?

What is Ara's biggest vice? Does it impact or interfere with his life in a negative way?

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Okay, this took me forever to answer but only because it actually touches on a big part of my portrayal of Chuuya, that being that he hates waste, & tends to be extremely responsible with his money, at least when it comes to buying things for himself. For starters, growing up on the streets from age 7-15, he obviously didn’t have money practically ever. He’s learned to budget very well, he knows where every dollar he makes goes and has multiple bank accounts and budgets for all aspects of his life be it recreational, culinary, wardrobe, work expenses he eventually gets compensated for, and even investments and savings that he never touches.

Also a product of his upbringing, he saw just how wasteful people can be. Millions of yen worth of food gets tossed out in Yokohama every year, just from the restaurant / grocer industry alone, which doesn’t include private residences. He saw that. He’s dug through dumpsters behind popular restaurants before, found packages of food one day passed expiration that hasn’t even gone bad yet, and kept his Sheep fed with it on many occasions growing up. Because of that, Chuuya has a few hang ups that could be considered virtuous by some, or unhealthy by others, depending on how you look at it.

Chuuya doesn’t throw food away if he can help it. It happens maybe twice a year, usually only when he’s very busy and doesn’t pay enough attention to what’s in his cupboards. He’s a busy man as one of only two currently active Executives doing field work at the moment ( hi Verlaine in the basement, rest in piss Ace ). He does a lot of meal prep for the sake of saving time, so already he buys food in certain quantities and portions it out. If on the off chance he has food in his fridge he knows he won’t finish before it will go bad or he ends up not liking it? He donates it. He’s an adventurous cook and loves to try new recipes, but he doesn’t always like everything he gets, so once a month he’ll bring a few big bags of snacks plus perishable food items down to the local homeless shelter. They know and trust him by now, but if for some reason it’s something they can’t accept legally due to it being open or something, he’ll bring it to work and leave in the break room for his colleagues to help themselves.

Long story short, he was extremely food insecure growing up and it’s honestly a contributing factor in his history of disordered eating, so he doesn’t throw away food unless it’s inedible / dangerous. He doesn’t hoard food, he won’t hold onto something he knows he can’t use, but he won’t toss it if it’s still good and someone can make use of it. The same thing applies to other purchases. He gets a lot of luxury brand clothing and some of that stuff has no returns or exchanges in their policy. If he can’t get a refund, he donates it or gives it to someone he knows can use it. Whether it’s food, clothes, furniture or electronics, if it’s something that can reasonably be made use of by another person, he’ll rehome it because he knows what it’s like to see people throw away things that kids like him could have really used growing up and he thinks it’s an irresponsible waste to toss out good food. If he were religious, he’d even call it a sin.

2.

Oh boy, ARA. My baby. My little trash demon of a god. My first instinct is usually to say his biggest vice, if we’re going classic vices versus virtues, is wrath. He’s wrathful. Just like his father Susanoo-no-Mikoto, he’s rebellious at heart, but he was never a bad or wicked god until his relatives began pushing that image onto him. He used to be a deity of metalwork, protection, seafaring and foreigners ( immigrants ). He can heal the sick and cure or ease ailments of the lower body, especially the legs, but also the eyes. Many blacksmiths suffered facial and eye injuries in their work so some sources even say he could cure eye illnesses and diseases.

He only became wrathful after losing the faith of the people that worshiped him as the old religion was pushed out in favour of the more modern syncretism between Shintoism and Buddhism. Having his family turn on him and losing his sphere of influence, worship wise, did a number on his mental state. That’s when he started inserting himself into wars and conflicts, mostly out of spite for his family whose kin were often on the front lines, but also curiosity over humans. His first real act of wrath and the moment that led to him getting expelled from his aunt’s kingdom was when he empowered the opposing side in Emperor Jimmu’s conquering of Japan. Jimmu was ‘chosen’ by his ancestor, Ara’s aunt, Amaterasu, to rule Japan which involved colonizing and wiping out the small ruling tribes that made up the land. Ara sided with those tribes and wound up falling in love with a Prince ( a chieftain, really ), Nagasunehiko, in what is now Osaka. Itsuse, Jimmu’s brother, was killed in a skirmish which invoked Amaterasu’s wrath. She considered Ara’s siding against godly lineage an act of treason against the Heavens, more or less, and permanently expelled him much like she did his father centuries ago before Susanoo underwent trials and earned her forgiveness.

Because of this incident, Ara lost his human lover and was branded a wicked and evil god of misfortune. The wrath he gained from that has never truly left him. In the modern day, he copes by basically being a disaster. Sex, drugs, drinking, fighting, causing trouble, he fills the void he experiences that way, but despite his general dislike for humanity he’s far more disgusted by what he sees as his family’s willingness to profit ( gain power from their faith ) yet stand idly by watching them suffer, sometimes encouraging it. His family, in his eyes, are selfish hypocrites. They treated him like an outsider then had the nerve to scorn him when he behaved like one. He’s basically come to terms with being disowned but he can’t forgive them for not even intervening when he was captured and experimented on by humans, which poses a danger not only to humans but to deities too, as we saw from the explosion he caused in Suribachi when Chuuya’s gate was forcibly opened and wiped out an entire settlement / military base.

He wants to tear down all of Heaven with his bare hands and shove a sword through Amaterasu’s chest, show her and her family the amount of mercy he was given when he was ejected with no way to protect himself for thousands of years: none. He spent centuries trying to find a way to end his lonely suffering only to be captured by sheer luck, by human scientists and subjected to a fate worse than hell for decades until two twink French spies with issues pried him / Chuuya out of confinement.

So yeah, wrath is definitely his great sin, but his chosen vice is more or less all of them, insofar as he can use it to mask his actual suffering. He tends to drop the playboy party mask around people he knows can see through it, such as Dazai, or people who know his true desires for revenge such as @giftandguile’s Fyodor. Funny enough, though Ara thinks it’s hilarious, he gets along best with people who hold some traces of inhumanity or who see themselves as outsiders - see Dazai, Verlaine, Chuuya, Fyodor, and even your specific portrayal of Jono.

He knows what it’s like, now, to be physically human by all outwards appearances while knowing you couldn’t be more different from those you speak and interact with every day.

[ladytrist]

[esculentevil]

Literally NO ONE:

Thranduil: Dwarves aren't actually stunted, you know.

Thranduil: They're fun-sized.

[eefrostpoetry]

i'm better left inside your dreams

[razcina]

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Me to my depression :

You've been locked in here forever & you just can't say goodbye.