#and maybe hed survived this already?

[pizzopaps]

had a bad dream : )

[angellake]

reading old fantasy novels rn and its making me think of unicorn reader x tf141

MDNI - kidnapping

price is in some position of power. minor noble or something that owns an estate and has a hand in the local towns guard maybe. idk if he's human or not but he's beloved and whatever. his estate is a decent distance from the towns and encompasses a large portion of forest area that he's walled in

ghost is a knight but he's price's personal knight. rumored to not be human but something cursed to never die. he's only ever seen with price, gaz, or soap. or near the estate's land. people stay away from him. bloodshed often follows him ( and his jokes suck )

gaz is probably a knight/sorcerer combo of some kind mentoring under price ( going to inherit the estate if anything is to happen to price ). he used to be a knight before price picked him up. i want to say half-elf but also human with draconic bloodline.. everyone loves him and he's price's go-to when he needs to get someone to talk. people swoon over him and soap.

soap was originally just the stable hand ( still takes care of the few animals on the property. he's got a way with them ) but he also follows ghost around/spars with him/does guard duty with him and i think hed mess around with alchemy or something like that. gaz teaches him some spells and stuff. hes a quick learner. maybe human maybe fae/fey touched idk

you being a unicorn. isolated in the woods somewhere snowy never seen anyone else besides your own parents who've already left you on your own. zero social skills or knowledge of anything relating to the common world because of how treacherous the area you live in is. you survive fine there, thick, pretty coat and strong legs. deadly sharp horn.

unicorns are very rare and hard to find. protected by most kingdoms/authorities for that reason but also because they can be dangerous. that doesnt stop people trying to hunt them. price passes through the area you live and catches just a glimpse of you and becomes obsessed. tells himself what better way to protect a unicorn then to keep it? sends ghost to find you and bring you to the estate.

[redacted-vibes]

William doing the marketing for the latest property he is selling

((plz i want William to merge all slang he picked up over the last 500yrs it would be so funny.))

((none of the Solaire progeny would survive William speaking like this. Im crying. Group stroke))

Comment down below what genZ/ modern slang William phrase/term would use 💀💀

I think he'd say "its giving.." and "understood the assignment" (specifically to Porter because he's the only one that does)

"demure" is already in William's vocab so i wouldnt say hed use it in the slang approach

Maybe "very mindful" because William is a mindful guy,,, he thinks,, hes thoughtful in a way,,, he has thoughts and a mind.... Hes got a big ol brain thats full.... Full of life experiences 💀💀 he'd use "very mindful" refering to himself

[plz dont take this seriously im delirious from travelling all day. Im just a girly with silly Redacted analysis to offer]

[samarecharm]

tw disordered eating (not in explicit detail)

Whenever i write Yusuke and his relationship w the thieves, i try to emphasize that Yusuke was in a really really Really bad space not only mentally (like the others) but physically; hes bone-stick thin and you can feel his ribs jutting out if you go for a hug. Hes a bit gaunt in the face and hes got next to no muscle mass. He tires easily and hes kind of a shit fighter bc of it. The metaverse fills in the gaps a little bit, but his body is still very frail and unprepared to transition to an active lifestyle after years of surviving off of such a bare bones calorie diet. For my Akira, it is the driving force behind wanting to takedown Madarame; hes a sucker for a pretty face but hes also unable to look away from someone actively wasting away because of the actions of their guardian.

If any of them try to mention Yusukes physical state or diet, he often deflects, angrily, reminding them that he is abnormally tall, and that that obviously contributes to his thin (frail) stature. Its very hard to get him to eat while theyre in saferooms, and he often lags behind while exploring the museum. He cant stay in combat for too long, and at some point, Akira debates if he should even allow Yusuke to stay on the team; if he passed out or Worse under Akiras watch, hed never forgive himself.

BUT. As the thieves gain his trust, Yusukes a bit more willing to indulge them. He learns quickly that they arent pitying him like he initially assumed (he is far too aware of how much he feels like hes neglected his own body; and how others can easily see that neglect). They routinely eat and hang together bc thats just how they bond, and theyre just trying to invite him into their circle properly. Akira has zero experience w this kind of thing, but Ryuji and Ann are athletes and models respectively; theyre both in fields that encourage that kind of self destructive behavior, and they have some kind of insight into how to avoid falling for those same traps, and helping people who Do end up in those scenarios.

(Anns parents, despite their absence, do their best to prepare her for how cutthroat the modeling world is; to keep her from developing the kind of habits and mindsets that let young men and women destroy themselves. ESPECIALLY bc my Ann is a plus sized model. And Ryuji, as a promising track star, would know how bad it can get for professional athletes, the lengths at which theyd go to maintain their positions and ability to compete. Hes a gym rat who loves food and nutrition and knows what he needs to keep himself fit, and thats all he really needs)

They cant feed Yusuke the way they WANT to bc hes already so thin, so they just let him take from their plates to sample things and let him feel included. He starts taking up Ryujis offers to go get meals together, even is Ryuji ends up taking almost an entire extra serving home as takeout. He lets Ann drag him away to the crepe shop and her other little snack havens, even if he only leaves w a small chocolate of sorts to take home. He lets Akira make coffee and curry for them to split when he comes to Leblanc. And maybe he lets Sojiro cook a full plate for him to take back home to eat at his leisure and away from prying eyes. Yusuke goes from bitter to extraordinarily fond rather quick, and he finds himself angry that this is yet another thing Madarame has stolen from him.

By Futabas palace, hes filled out enough that Akira doesnt immediately panic when Yusuke gets tossed onto the floor by some brute of a shadow, worried that hed shattered every goddamn bone in his body on impact. He doesnt have any real muscle by any means but his face has the faintest bit of cheek fat that Ann is able to pinch w her evil little hands, and when he looks in the mirror, the ribs peek out but they dont jut out. His breathing is better, his skin is just Pale and not Ghostly white, hes got a healthy flush when he laughs at Akiras stupid puns, and he finds himself allocating a bit more of his budget towards stocking his fridge. Sometimes, Akira can even convince him to people-watch out in the sun instead of in the subway tunnels.

At some point, Yusuke becomes very vocal about things he wants, but importantly, about Food he wants. He will eagerly allow his friends to treat him if they ask, and he picks whatever sounds nice to his ears or whatever Ann and Ryuji recommend him. Part of it is due to him feeling safe enough to ask for such things; the thieves kinda laugh about his eccentricity and forwardness, but Akira, Ann and Ryuji know how different and comfortable this Yusuke is compared to the one they met. Its silly but its good; he gets to act like this bc the thieves let him be forward- they let him voice his wants and needs without a fight.

By post game, hes got the barest hint of a tummy pouch, and Ann will attack it relentless with a firm poke whenever hes foolish enough to stretch and lift his shirt to expose it. She thinks its cute 😭 Shes really happy to see it, bc she thinks of Yusuke all skin and bones and angry and scared like a feral dog barking mad, lashing out at any help they offered and working himself sick (figuratively and literally) trying to help make things right. It makes her so sad recalling it, so she likes to remind herself that hes okay now, even if hes a little embarrassed by it. She knows Akira and Ryuji do the same, inviting Yusuke to hang and just see him w their Own eyes that hes better, and that they did the right thing by insisting he join their little ragtag group.

[cashmere-caveman]

hello everyone :) inspired by this post by @burrowingregg, please enjoy my thoughts on "what if crozier fucking dies and little becomes captain"

if he dies before sir john

one of two outcomes. sir john either doubles down ("we have to find the nwp for francis!"/"well now that the haters are gone its time to have Real Men Solve This Like Champs") or he goes hm. maybe this is a sign and actually this is a dire situation. perhaps we should pack it in men

i dont rlly have any thoughts on this except i am rlly curious what this would do to fitzy. does he ramp up the charming pretender routine now that he's the uncontested no1 son and crozier cleary didnt know what he was talking about or would this be an early wakeup call and jumpstart the fury beach convo w blanky?

if he dies pre ep4 (tuunbaq)

the lashing would not turn out this way bc little wouldnt have hickey punished as a boy -> less men would berth on erebus

mutiny later maybe? definitely different

(is this a good moment to squeeze in some solittle bc they have to cooperate to keep all the men in check.)

definitely better communication within terror command bc the lieutenants will know little is going to hear them out i think and since little sucks at asserting authority hed have to rely on them more than crozier did

weird tension between jopson and little i think. is it sexual. is it antagonistic. actually maybe i could see jopson joining a mutiny in a crozier dead scenario hmmm…. heres how hickeyjopson can still win !!1!!!!!

if he doesnt survive the withdrawal

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joplittle coworkers to enemies speedrun. i think jopson would grieve so fucking much but then go Ah! We compartmentalise this emotion! Nothing easier than that :) and then hed be so fucking passive agressive as the new captains steward without even realising bc WHY does little walk around alive and hale when little was the one who got crozier the alcohol that killed him how is that fair (jopson is Not at a point where he is willing to confront the fact that he himself was just as much an enabler as little, if not more so)

also sidenote but he wouldnt shave little since that actually never was in a stewards job description in the first place lol no homoerotic blade to throat interaction for you, sir!!

i do think little and fitzjames would work well together! they did a good job on coordinating the carnivale and fitzjames is not someone who lashes out a lot, which is good bc little does not deal well w getting screamed at

i think blanky would become elemental. w crozier dead and (assuming carnivale still happens) mcdonald gone hes the last brit who speaks inuktitut fluent enough to communicate w silna Plus hes one of the v few remaining high ranking arctic veterans

(what would change in a scenario like this if my good friend and upcoming romance novel love interest graham gore - who was an arctic veteran and even competent and charismatic - was still around? food for thought)

what would hickey do? the object of his obsession is out of the picture so he cant get revenge for getting whipped, he still wants to go to his tropical vacation and i think w crozier dead he would switch to survival mode 3000 (he is always already in survival mode to begin with, but i mean the point at which he switches from playing defense to offense) sooner. if the captains dead theyre fucked for real whats holding him back? hickey voice in fact what is holding anyone back? men, we need to confront the situation!

i really think this might be where thomas "shouldve been a news reporter" jopson would shine. that nosy bitch knows about Everything going on, and in a situation like this where every information must be handled in a v tactical way so as to Manage The Situation i think there would be a great deal of avenues of action open to someone in a position like his. especially, i think, bc to me a great deal, if not to say the entirety of jopsons optimism and endurance and focus is simply build on this vast foundation of trust he has in crozier and w crozier gone, what happens to all of that? there are a few ways this could play out imo

a) he instead reorients himself toward the next Authority Figure, which in this case would probably be Fitzjames. I do think it is unlikely, simply bc due to crozier dying during withdrawal the fences would not yet have mended entirely and jopson Will Hold A Grudge. it wont be little, for previously mentioned reasons, even though i dont think jopson would be able to realise that himself. he does not have a lot of interactions w the other lieutenants up until then (not counting serving dinner etc) and since iirc they had not been called into the Sobriety Meeting i dont quite know about how much he would trust them. so unless sth drastically changes during the walkout the options would be fitzjames or little and i personally vote no on both

b) he would retreat into himself and simply Wait. wait for what? u ask. well :) he would wait. and then, maybe one day he might even React. but for now, he would Wait, and Pay Attention

c) i realize this is quite a shrewder reading of jopson than what dave k has said of how he sees him but as i said earlier to me a lot of jopsons "goodness" hinges on crozier providing him w the trust he needs to unfold these qualities. and w that gone, i think that leaves him as someone v smart, in a position where he has access to a lot of information, and also in a state of absolutely crushed hopes and reopened trauma. and that certainly does put you in a state of mind doesnt it?? atp his trust in the remaining leadership might be v fragile and he would certainly wonder how any of this would go on. so hed either implode and fucking idk. wither. (which, for the record, i think he would Not do) Or! he would decide that alright. no one left to handle this but himself so time to take matters into his own hands! youve shot smaller hawks than this tommy its time to get out of here! which, again, is where i think a possible hickey alliance, maybe via billy, might take place. if jopson and hickey would team up for a mutiny they would definitely constantly be daydreaming of killing each other <3 not to be me but i would read the fuck out of a hickeyjopson mutiny vs a solittefitz alliance. give me intrigue! give me bastardry! give me some fucking losers dishing it out in the canadian arctic over the worlds worst buffet options!

this is not necessarily a full point on its own but more of an addendum: i genuinely think jopson has it in him to pull a dundy. aka i think he v much does strike me as someone who would stage a quiet not so much mutiny but a quiet usurpation of power through simple calculated ruthlessness. which! speaking of usurpation!

option d) jopson decides that hes the only competent bitch left and the only way to ensure everyones survival is to go full grima wormtongue and become the puppet master advisor to littles captain. little would actually let this happen and might even welcome it. we know this guy is genetically engineered to follow orders. dont say i never did anything for joplittle enjoyers!!!

crozier dies during the walkout at any point:

i dont really have anything big for this. it would be bad but depending on what has happened at that point (how scurvy ridden is fitzjames? is jopson a lieutenant yet? has hickey killed irving already?) it might not change too much tbh

if he gets shot during morfins suicide it would be disastrous i think but it might actually make the men come closer together again maybe? if little becomes captain then and there maybe the mutiny might get prevented or at least postponed bc little would let the marines get their armed patrol and thus they might not be as resentful/mistrusting toward command. ofc little As A Captain trusting tozer and getting fucking bamboozled by him if the mutiny still happened would be an even worse look lmfao. that is if morfin shot him. if it was however a Marine who shot crozier…… well. i think thered be an execution first thing at daybreak! and any and all weapons would be under lock and key w extra attention to the point that i think not even armitage would hand them out. plus lbr it wouldve been tozer in this scenario w the killing shot so! armitage without tozer…. does that poor lad even know how to exist when he is not in sols orbit. how would hickey exploit this….. (also extremely evil version is jopson shooting crozier which is so evil that we do not consider it. goodbye)

if crozier dies pre tuunbaq attack id be curious if the (attempted) hanging would still happen. i personally think it would, simply bc hickey would definitely try to start some shit and fitzjames would be wary enough to order a post mortem on irving plus jopson would definitely catch that rat. maybe he would actually hang, even, but that depends on whether little as his captain or fitzjames as the overall expedition commander would give the little speech beforehand. if it's fitzy, either him or hickey in his response would run out of time before the tuunbaq shows up and hickey would escape, but if it's little theres a real chance he would shortly state some dry facts let hickey speak for two sentences of last words maximum and then get it over with. and now That would be a fascinating scenario to explore. crozier gone, hickey gone, camp in ruins, dozens of men dead, fitzscurvy left in charge. would there be a second mutiny? des voeux, perhaps? or billy himself (he was also an architect of this!!! he went to burn the fucking maps!!! billy was not regular rat who marrydivorcemarried the evil rat he was evil rat no2!!! simply a less flashy (fleshy….. hah) flavour!!!) just quietly absconding w a bunch of men into the fog? what would tozer do, if he had survived and hickey hadn't?

last minute death scenarios

anything w crozier dead before hickey could capture him would not change much i think. maybe hickey would deflate some upon the news but hed still capture goodsir and still die as a wannabe new god. i think the real tragedy would be if little was left as the only captain after fitzjames' death. that man was Not made to carry such a burden and dundy would smell the blood in the water and ursurp him early i think, which ironically might lead to a scenario where there could be a sliver of hope for survival for the healthier parts of the crew

if crozier died during the capture bc hartnell didnt take the bullet hickey would fucking kill whoever fired that shot (i do not remember who it was. golding? was it golding? i fucking hate that guy i can easily belive it was golding) and i think hartnell and little and whoever else was there would either escalate the situation into a shootout to avoid the mutineers taking croziers body for food (lbr hickey would love to eat that old man) and die right then right there or maybe get themselves captured bc everything is just pointless now (unlikely outcome imo the tension would be too high) OR theyd somehow get the fuck out of there, organize a party of men to take the mutineers and have a final showdown (unless dundy intervened and ursurped ofc) which means: tuunbaq survives!!! yay :D good ending for silna :) she has not lost the tuunbaq so maybe even no exile <33

if crozier just died during the final tuunbaq fight: no changes at all

which concludes my thoughts! this turned out way longer than i expected and honestly did not focus on little v much but it was super interesting to consider all these scenarios so thank u burrowingregg for giving me the idea to begin with :) i would also be super curious to hear everyone elses thoughts on this so please do chime in!!

[daybringersol]

headcannons about chip, christianity in mana, his internalised homophobia and its relationship with his repressed fire powers :

// tw for religious trauma, christianity, manipulation, trauma and death mentions

in mana, christianity is the religion of the outcasts, most people worship aster and/or lunadeis, but pirates, criminals and the lower class in general adds another “god” to the pantheon : jesus, as he was portrayed in the bible, a human with divine links to a god unknown who took care of the unfortunate, poor and marginalized. his tales are mostly relayed through oral tradition, so depending on where you are, his teachings and worships changes a lot. in most cases, jesus and his unknown god is just an addition to the already existing pantheon of gods and leviathans of mana, and not the only true god. some people with bad intentions sometimes twists his teachings to fit their worldview and influence others, but they pretty much never have enough systemic power to change much outside of their inner circles.

when chip was a kid living on the streets, he was way too worried about his survival to think about love, and all the other kids (of all genders) that hed find cute were always much more higher class than him anyways. his powers were pretty weak, tho still wildly uncontrolled. it just felt like the small flames that kept appearing around him liked him and wanted to help him rather than him having any control over them. he sometimes heard whispers of jesus and his teachings, but didnt really understand what it was and didnt really care.

when the black rose took him on, most people on the crew were christians, tho in a old sailor way. tales of jesus mixed with those of ancient sea beasts would flourish on the deck of the black rose, and the lessons he learned from them were about hope, about universal love, about helping those in needs. about getting your hands dirty through work and knowing youd get to heaven, while those high class corrupt rulers, bourgeois and officers would rot in hell for what theyd done to your world. chips fire magic, while still uncontrolled, grew and took on a life of his own, tho itd usually cower away in times of distress, much to chips dismay. for his bisexuality, chip was much more concerned about his life on the ship, and didnt care for love during that time.

when the hole in the sea happened, chip was too stressed out and his powers did nothing. thats when he decided that he needed to harness them, to train himself to actually control them so that maybe he could help of something like this happened again.

so when price found chip, he was prime for being manipulated into the mafia. he was lonely, lost everything he add, needed guidance, needed someone to train him and.. also had a crush on price. for the first time, he felt obsession, something that again, he couldnt control, that he needed to harness, to tame. the mafias christianity was much more strict than the black roses, and tried more to extrapolate the values of jesus’s unknown god than to follow him as an example. since romance was nothing but a distraction/weakness, the crew was mostly male-dominated and that femininity was seen as weak and, homosexuality as feminine, love, especially male homosexuality, was very frowned upon, and considered as a sin. emotional volatility, and thus, the uncontrollability of chips power are too. price did return chip’s advances sometimes, but only for the purposes of manipulating him into being even more loyal to the gang. there, price trained him to shackle both his fire powers and his desires, to keep the good parts ( power / social status that male heterosexuality gives ), but to annihilate the bad parts ( wildness / vulnerability of emotional connections and social nonconformity / bisexuality ). the fact that he is a bastard also plays into this, since he now is conditioned to believe that the fact that hes alive in itself is sinful ; thus, he needs to be perfect to repay for his original sin. when everything breaks, that price asks him to kill a man and that he flees, is whole world is shaken apart and his trauma of losing everything once before resurfaces. his emotions and powers were taken advantage of, and his trauma response is to simply lock away both the good and the bad inside of himself, after feeling their full intensity one last time ( the heartbreak of seeing prices manipulation, loving him anyways and being deeply afraid of that / letting the wildness of his fire engulf the mafia headquarters ). even most of his memories of it are locked away.

with the crew of the albatross, he slowly unlearns the values burned into him by price and his crew. he sees people who are like him, who love him, tho it takes a very long time to internalize that they aren’t just with him for his usefulness, that his sin is just as inconsequential as theirs. he tries his hands as doing as he did before, flirting with women (that hes genuinely attracted to) for social status, but his fear leaves him stunted and awkward. same with his powers, when he finally learns again to use them, is it very controlled, and thus weaker. he doesnt trust himself with the “bad” parts of his identity, hes barely able to control the “good” ones. when gillion kisses him, he, for a moment, lets himself go, lets his obsession breathe and exist, but as soon as the moment is over, he put his guard up tenfold. it takes a LOT of time to him to figure out how he feels for gillion, but once he does, he feels like atlas, holding of his shoulder the gravity of his sin. he does not tell anyone for months, view his feelings and himself as dirty, as something that should be kept hidden, especially since gillion is someone of much higher class and with a much greater destiny than him. he rushes into broom closets to have panic attacks after particularly intimate combat training, writes letters and poems that he keeps under a floorboard. he fully knows that jay is also bisexual, but in his head, its different if two women are together, since thats not ever something that was talked about at all with prices gang ( there were barely any women ). he also fully knows that gillion is asexual, and in his head, that proves gillions inherent superiority, since he is less vulnerable to being led astray by his desires. also, chip is much too caught up in his own shit to care what other people do.

anyways, heres a quote that fits pretty well

[r0b0t1me]

woke up too early and i have time to kill lets talk about mikey

so mikeys prolonged use of mystic powers is slowly killing him/aging him way too fast, and using vey powerful spells is lethal, we know this.

i think his mystic powers derive some kind of life energy away from himself, like alchemy. energy cannot be created or destroyed so fuck it. become the living battery.

i kind of envision mystic energy working the same way that a lot of sonic fans interpret chaos energy. its something naturally ocurring thats present everywhere but only certain people can tune into it and weild it properly. (Edit: rewatched the finale and totally forgot about empyrean lmao. i still think this idea could be partially useful though.)

how come mikey only gets to do this? idk hes built different (#JustGiftedKidThings). or you could wrap his characteristic optimism/passion/kindness into this but now its twisted into something ugly. just a raw will to survive

i think anti mystic devices and the krangs suppression still works but it just takes a Lot to knock him down. the same way that he can use a lot of power but its very much draining to him after intense prolonged use (the only way i know how to visualize this is with the physical cracks like i did in the cassandra comic). its never permanent though, he'll rest and bounce right back

so what about draxum and the other yokai? i dont know. thats what im stuck on.

actually now that im thinking about it, whats stopping mikey from letting draxum experiment on him with mystic powers if it means mikey could have a chance to save his brothers? others refused because well draxum is still a criminal and this whole living battery situation is potentially very deadly. im sure draxum warned mikey that he might just explode into dust the way we see him do in the movie but mikey was like "no, i wont." with that steadfast optimism and that was that

draxum aint trying that shit on himself because "yes potentially killing the one mystic alchemist on your side is a wonderful idea." also hes already old as shit i think so after 10 years hed poof into dust or something

maybe the other yokai fought over it, the remaining mystic power, split themselves into warring factions and that was their downfall. shrug.

[sidesteppostinghours]

6, 11, and 19- UHHHHHH any of them that vibes these questions! <:"Dc

afternoon lori!! thank you for the ask :D

6. Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

Caine-

taking advice: chen. without a doubt its chen. caine would question him or argue if they dont understand why hes giving the advice he does, but at the end of the day, he trusts that chen has his reasons, and that those reasons make sense.

refusing advice: hmmm,,, significantly harder to answer tbh. caine is pretty accepting of a lot of avenues of information. maybe hollow ground? so far hes been extremely suspicious of the kingpin, Especially after almost getting threaded. either that or regina, but would she even survive long enough to give them advice???? shes the only person so far they actually want revenge against.

Cyrus-

taking advice: anathema. too bad hes dead. nobody to stop cyrus now.

refusing advice: id say chen, purely for "fuck him, he wouldnt piss on me if i was burning" reasons. hed be way too suspicious of any 'advice' chen gives to act on it.

Cecilia-

taking advice: ceci doesnt exactly do advice. more like suggestions. most of them come from ortega, not because she particularly trusts him but because most of his suggestions tend to be fun. ofc she also turned down therapy so like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

refusing advice: daniel. for extremely petty reasons. even deciding to stay at his place was an idea she came up with, not him. danny has no Idea how much of a pain shes going to be now that theyre rooming together.

Cynthia-

taking advice: hollow ground. #justthreadedtingz😍🤪

refusing advice: the funny thing about cynthia is that she cares for the people shes close to, she just doesnt trust them, so this applies to a lot of people. definitely ortega because thats probably the messiest divorce i ever did see, but also dr mortum, because she doesnt think she would understand the situation shes in enough to give advice even if their relationship Doesnt completely fall apart when the puppet thing is revealed.

11. They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Caine- nothing really to spend it on. save, unless theres something he really wants to get his hands on.

Cyrus- could be useful in the future. save.

Cecilia- depends, does she still have her funds from thievery? if no, spend. if yes, pretend to spend it by showing off things she already owns to throw people off her track, then save it. or spend if theres something mundane she wants.

Cynthia- doesnt really like having big sums of money lying around. spend it on villain work.

19. Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?

Caine- i mean. does going into a rabbit hole of tangentially relevant information a week before count? not for job interviews though. they couldnt care enough about that.

Cyrus- duh. hes the person somebody would go to if they need notes or extra tutoring.

Cecilia- no, but if she cared about tests enough shed be a top student, and she usually manages to fly by on job interviews because shes pretty charming.

Cynthia- yes, but for school its because the subjects are interesting to her, while the job interview is for general "i want to get the job" reasons.

questions from here!

[fghniki]

Limbo

Martyn turned on his back and crawled away, looking around. He knew everyone else was dead and he was alone — and yet he couldn’t stop thinking that someone was watching him, as if someone else’s eyes were imprinted on his own. You’d think that becoming a winner would rid you of this feeling, but apparently not. (Martyn’s time runs out, and he doesn’t die.) (Also available on Ao3.) 841 words. Teen and Up, Gen, Martyn-centric. Contains vomiting, gore, and disturbing themes in general. Based on this post and directly inspired by @ilexdiapason's tags.

After Impulse dropped dead, Martyn ran in circles and laughed.

Then he tripped. Then he felt something tightening in his chest like a spring. And then he vomited his lungs out.

…well. it certainly felt like he’d vomited them out, at least — but when Martyn was actually able to raise himself above the mess he’d made, it turned out there was little apart from the pieces of steak he’s been munching on for the past… ten thousand years, at least.

The last time he’d been like that — lying in his own vomit with his throat sore from crying/laughing/screaming (underline the applicable adjective) was… He couldn’t remember when. He could remember the first time — it was all the way back in 3rd Life, and he was calmed down by Ren’s soft hands, and– well. It was the last time someone had seen him like this, and he was happy he’d been keeping up the streak.

Not that he felt happy. Martyn turned on his back and crawled away, looking around. He knew everyone else was dead and he was alone — and yet he couldn’t stop thinking that someone was watching him, as if someone else’s eyes were imprinted on his own. You’d think that becoming a winner would rid you of this feeling, but apparently not.

Well, this sucked. Martyn took a look at his clock and groaned: he still had an hour. Not that he couldn’t just throw himself off a bridge and call it a day, obviously, but that was… well. He earned this extra hour. Might as well use it.

He got back to the Coral Isles, first. There wasn’t much to get back to, but it still felt comforting, and Martyn actually felt almost nice as he took off his armor (there was blood under his chestplate and it stuck to the shirt and completely ruined it, ew ) and washed and changed into a nicer set of clothes. (He was pretty sure the pants he managed to fish out of one of the surviving chests were Scott’s, but that didn’t matter, not really.)

He then got back to the mainland. The smoke from the old fires had already cleared, and there was a breeze running through the grass. Martyn closed his eyes, expecting to hear birds singing — but instead he spent a few seconds in vain expectation before remembering that there were never any birds around here.

He got back to the… where the death match was, he guessed. Impulse was lying on his back, eyes still open and wide and glassy and Martyn almost felt guilty for a second.

Maybe that’s why he decided to get his hands dirty one last time.

By the time he managed to dig out the graves for Impulse and Scott he had only around twenty minutes left, and the sky got darker, with the sun painfully close to touching the earth. Huffing, Martyn stood up at the edge of the grave, looking at his work. It was quite nice, he decided — heds never done a proper funeral, never had a chance to, but Impulse and Scott were lying there, both of their hands on their chests and flowers that Martyn (very painstakingly and not without effort) managed to squeeze under their palms. He even added a small corral stick to Scott’s bouquet — as a treat.

“I’m sure you’d love this,” he told the corpses and sat down.

The sun was going lower and lower. Martyn absent-mindedly thought that he should have put in some effort to clean them — Impulse’s hair was thick with mud, and Scott had burns over his arms and legs, — but, well, he was the only one to attend their funeral, and he didn’t mind them not being in their perfect shape, and did it really matter, in the end? The sun finally kissed the earth, showering the land in reds and oranges. Martyn lit up a torch and placed it next to the grave.

Then he thought for a second, and came down. In a display of what must have been incredible foresight he left enough space in the grave for himself, so he managed to squeeze himself between the second and third prize winners.

He had ten minutes left.

He touched his cheek. It was clean, just washed.

Martyn flinched, and placed his hands on his chest in a position similar to Scott’s and Impulse’s, and closed his eyes.

There was a beat. And then a thousand. He grit his teeth and forced himself to stop counting, and his fingers almost dug into his own chest, and he tried to listen in to Scott’s breathing as he used to and cursed himself out when he realized it’ll never be there, and he considered maybe sitting up and getting out but, well, he deserved to die with grace, like all others did, he was the winner, he made it, and now he was going to die, just like he’d always wanted to — as a winner –

Martyn opened his eyes, looked at his clock, and screamed.

[konesamotaon]

Can I know more about your TMA oc?

Please they look cool

:}

𖦹 OMG ABSOLUTELY 𖦹

so hes actually more of a self insert, named Enoch. hes an avatar of the spiral. hes around 26 years old, he doesnt really have a grasp on time anymore, so hes not that sure.

statement, simplified (ik this already seems long but im planning on writing an even more detailed, statement-style version later! ^^)

𖦹𖦹𖦹

cw: claustrophobia, elevatophobia, descriptions of wounds, panic attacks

also spoilers at the end for MAG158 onwards >_<

𖦹𖦹𖦹

the lift wouldnt stop,

emergency stop button did nothing,

panic set in,

lift started to tilt,

he tumbled on the mirror,

bottom tooth knocked out,

scars on his face, neck, arms,

lift still rotating,

doors now directly below him,

still going up,

he began pounding his body on the doors,

doors bending and denting,

his body about to give out,

but hes determined,

and the lift spat him out,

angled drop to the hallway floor,

he cant quite gather himself,

but is on the right floor though,

he opened his apartment door,

didnt recognice himself in the mirrors,

and didnt hate it.

later discovered a hunger,

he could now control the lifts,

warp how they moved,

where they moved,

he took advantage of this,

lured people in,

asking them to hold the doors,

placing "out of order" signs as he walked in,

hed chat with the passangers,

and they wouldnt notice the lift not stopping,

when they did and began to panic,

he would become a reflection,

no longer physical,

only in the mirrors,

and he fed on their terror.

he had heard of the institute,

and knew that they would know,

theyd know what happened to him,

who he had become,

what he had become,

he didnt want it to stop,

but he was still curious,

he wanted awnsers,

walking in to the building,

delighted to see lifts,

he hopped on,

he felt watched,

but safe,

walking to a desk,

he went to give his statement,

the man talking to him,

calling himself head archivist,

said it had to be recorded on tape,

reluctantly he agreed,

disliking the man he gave a statement to,

he had too many eyes,

even if he couldnt see them,

he felt them all around,

pushing him,

and he told his story.

later in the week,

he came back to the institute,

during his first visit,

he noticed the distrust in the air,

and it made him hungry,

people in the institue were wary,

easy targets,

he fed on some,

maybe three in the next month,

statement givers,

someone from the library,

on their lunch break.

he was watching the archivist,

waiting for him to come close,

but he seemed to sense something,

he avoided the lifts,

despite sometimes clearly needing them,

eventually the achivist gave away,

maybe forgetting his paranoia,

probably not by his own choice,

he stepped in the lift,

doors closing,

it appeared in the mirror,

hazy at first,

then adjusting to physicality,

the archivist dropped his things,

stacks of files and loose papers,

it talked to him calmly,

asking about his day,

how his research was going,

recognicing him,

the archivist started to speak,

words dying on his tongue,

the lift stopped,

doors opened,

and he hurriedly stepped out,

it stared at him in confusion,

not having told the lift to stop,

let alone let him go,

yet here enoch was,

alone in its lift,

somehow stuck to it.

so hes now bound to the institute lifts by the hand of jurgen leitner, and the seven lamps of architechture by john ruskin. i imagine this all took place somewhere around or between season 1 and 2. he lurks in the lifts until MAG158, as peter lukas releases the notthem from the tunnels, he is freed as well. its unclear if he survives when the eyepocalypse starts. before MAG158, he decides to get to know some of the staff a litte better. mainly martin, who was off doing research at the time of the incident and therefor didnt know what had happened, and elias, who made it very clear he wasnt threatened by him, quite the opposite, in fact. (*cough* they might fuck) jon doesnt trust him at any point, and only goes in the lifts on the days his joint pain is at its worst, and if hes accompanied by martin. on those occations, enoch leaves them alone. melanie also still uses the lifts, but refuses to get to know him. he leaves her alone, most of the time. the others dont use the lifts. the one-off statement givers, researchers, and other people who werent aware of him end up disappearing..

i have so many head canons and ideas for himm

i am so very autism about tma <3

[gettinshiggywithit]

!Swan dive!

Scenario:- deku makes a life changing decision;kacchan sees it all

Characters:- katsuki Bakugou ,izuku midoriya

Pairing:- kinda Bakudeku

tw :- character death

Enjoy~

Izuku was tired

He was tired of the bullying

He was tired of the ridicule

And most importantly,

He was tired of bakugou.

Everyday was complete agony

All because his precious kacchan had picked him to be the target of his insults.

Why did it have to be him??just because he was quirkless????

Why couldnt he just be born with a quirk

Why must HE suffer alone

Izuku was tired

And that’s why he wasnt scared

Its why he didn’t hesitate.

“Take a swan dive off the building ,then maybe youll be born with a quirk in your next life.”

The words rang fresh in his mind as he stood on the edge of the school’s roof.

The wind blew his green mess of hair back and out of his face

And for a second he thought even nature wanted him to see his death

His mind raced,trying to come up with reasons not to.

What about his mother?

“No she abandoned me.she gave up on me when she was my last hope... shell be fine”he told himself

What about ALLMIGHT he’d never approve of this!hed want me to survive!

“Well too bad ‘cos where even is he??hes nothing but a grinninf idiot who uses force to achieve his goals.hes nothing!”

Izuku was crying now,screaming out the answers to his internal questions

What about...what about kacchan?

It was a last ditch attempt but something was better than nothing?

He scoffed

Why in the ever living FUCK did his brain make him think of kacchan????? The boy who had caused him all his pain,whod put him in this position

It was at this moment that izuku made up his mind.

He wipped away his tears with the sleeve of his shirt and smiled

“Fuck him”

And with that he let himself fall

He didnt feel fear or panic

Just calm

And as the air rushed past his face he closed his eyes feelin at peace for what felt like the first time in forever.

It was a pity it couldn’t last long......

Meanwhile katsuki bakugou was exiting his alma mater.

He had his backpack slung over one shoulder and there was an itch in the back of his neck

Thats when he started hearing it

The angry rage-filled screaming

He looked around and then when he heard it again he looked up

And his already-pale face whitened further

It was...DEKU and he was screaming from the school roof

Katsuki suddenly remembered the words he’d said to the other boy just that day and guilt and dread gathered in the pit of his stomach

He tried to shout to izuku,tellin him not to be stupid, to come down

His eyes began to fog up as each of his attempts failed and before he could think of anything else to do,anyone else to call

Deku jumped

Katsuki lunged forward in a last attempt to save his...friend

But before he could even move a muscle

Deku lay on the ground,bloodied and broken...

And katsuki fell to his knees and cried

Hed never cried

Not once and never in public

But

This was different

This was HIS fault

“DEKU WAKE UP! WAKE UP YOU FUCKIN PIECE OF SHIT COME ON WAKE UPPPPP”

And when izuku didnt move

When he didnt make a sound

Katsuki gave up

Hed never given up NEVER

But

He just couldnt...

He lay his head on the broken boy’s chest and said his last words to him

“Im sorry...i-i need you deku”

And when still no answer came he died a little inside too.

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

[fanfoolishness]

So this is funny. I’m literally 43 hours into Jedi: Survivor, which I saw an article state was like 16 hours of main storyline, so this is already hilarious. I swear I am not even close to 70% of completing Koboh. But I figured okay, 43 hours in, I must be getting close to the end now! Dagan Garra is such a boring villain but I’ll defeat him, so Tanalorr must be coming along soon. Besides, I finally kissed Merrin back!! Fuck yes! Everything’s coming up Cal!

Now I was looking on YouTube for a clip from Fallen Order a few days ago and saw a thumbnail that squawked “Bode’s betrayal!” and showed him with a red lightsaber. Noooo thought I, a spoiler!! But as I kept playing Bode clearly wasn’t Force-sensitive, so I wondered if it was just a “theory” vid or something, or if maybe he did betray me to help his daughter, he’d be like the regular dudes Dagan had armed with lightsabers. Or maybe he’d be brainwashed by Dagan! My brain spun out possibilities. It became clear when I did duel Dagan that Bode was obviously affected and yeah, he was gonna turn.

BUT! Master Cordova noooooo 😱 That was bad enough. BUT BUT!!!

THE FUCKER USED THE FORCE ON ME

HOLY FUCK

my jaw LITERALLY dropped and hung open in a comical fashion and then that’s when I realized I’d left BD behind and then I got fucked and fell off a cliff and died. I can’t believe that even with getting spoiled my ass was still SHOCKED. So well done game!!!

BUT NOW I GET TO PLAY AS CERE FUCKING JUNDA????!?!?!?

😱😱😱😱😱

MY HED A SPLODE

Okay I keep dying SO I haven’t gotten past this part yet, so please, please, no further spoilers 😅 but it’s amazing how Cal, who has grown so powerful throughout the game, is again just OUTCLASSED by this incredible woman, hot damn, she is just slicing every damn trooper like it’s nothing at all! Fuck! Okay game, you got me!! You got me!!

Okay. I need to go settle down. And try to survive just a little longer. I swear if we lose Greez or Cere or Merrin or BD I will fucking throw my computer in the GARBAGE

*ranting continues faintly off in the distance*

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

Sweat poured down Joseph's brow as he sat in the middle of a boiler, where copper pipes ran around the room with hot water and steam as he looked over the project hed asked to be made months ago.

He was now at the belly of the beast, the boiler, a large furnace that was double layered and made to run on coal, since it burned hotter but slower than wood. It would do well for this, as he had gotten a chance to introduce this technology through some of his wanderings again.

The engineer he had contacted was a Pikachu. He was a scraggly and about middle aged Pokemon, and missing a leg which was now a peg leg.

He limped over, his fur damp with sweat, but the grin on his weathered face was beaming with pride.

"This what you were asking for, right?" He asked in a smoke damaged gravelly voice. Like hed taken tar, silt and gravel to gurgle and spit it out with nary a bother.

"Yep. It is." Joseph said as he looked around at the wooden decking and walls, and at the steel and copper supports of both piping and nail.

The belly of this ship was a magnificent one, but this was just the start.

"How much more until we can take her on a test flight?" He asked, and the mouse grunted.

"Soon. I've been waiting for this y'know?" The mouse said with a chuckle as he made his way up to the stairs that led further up the ship as they left the piles of coal and the closed off boiler to its work for now.

"This is going to revolutionise everything you know." The mouse continued as Joseph stayed silent.

"The things you've brought to me, and the fact you paid enough to keep all of this quiet? Boy, I don't know who you are or you are sent by either the snake devil himself or Arceus, but you are one loaded son of a bitch." He said with a laugh.

The mouse wasn't wrong. Joseph was indeed well off. But that just meant that Joseph did his best to use that money into projects that would help along the line. Like this one.

In between all that he did, he had decided to help push the industrial revolution that was coming this way to its natural conclusion. The law of nature and survival was adaption and evolution, be it people or industry. Industry could be a dangerous thing though, and Joseph was already giving it a nudge in the direction that would do both that could do a lot of good, but also a great deal of harm. It was why he was introducing things bit by bit, and under his patents and firm regulations for now, he could hold things together and do things in a way that would at least buy people time.

He knew where it would go though. From airships to firearms, and maybe easier transport on land. But that was in the future, and not now.

Forcing himself out of his thoughts, he looked from the lower decks the two had come from to a bustling ship of Pokemon securing a large canvas balloon that was lifting them into the air from an open skyloft in a private workshop that was in a so far secluded area. The secluded area done for privacy, and less safety hazard. That leg after all hadn't gone missing all on its own, or as the mouse had put it back when Joseph sounded him and his work out.

Different Pokemon came to and fro on securing ballasts, ropes and rigging like you would on a normal ship. And when they were in the air, a call of releasing sails came from the captain of the vessel.

A scrappy and young looking wavile, and her second in command, a Noivern. Both had been picked due to past experiences with fighting, and their eagerness to learn. Both were young, but when Joseph had found them, restless. They had wanted to be on a rescue team, but Joseph had managed to divert their attention elsewhere. After all, he needed people not tied to the teams.

The crew they had was in a similar but, but some were old timers. Like the indeedee that was the ships cook, and the quarter master, a burly and very tough Machoke.

Joseph had, yes. Fitted the vessel with weapons. No firearms nor cannons. Not yet. But that would come soon, but he hoped it wouldn't happen on their maiden voyage.

The crew had been training for this after all for months now, and they were now bearing fruit. The wind caught the sails, and the ship gave a slight lurch as those in command got used to the turbulence, but got their head around it quick.

Good, he was glad they were able to adjust without needing a command.

"Good." Joseph called out. "Now let's see what we can do with this beauty. Start the propellors." Joseph ordered, and from the back, a pair of machines sputtered to life and the propellors that were at the stern of the ship started to slowly spin away as the ship started its maiden voyage into the cloudless sky, heading for the nearest big city on the map.

Joseph gave a smirk. He was going to turn some heads. And he was going to keep the production of these beauties all to himself. Because it had taken a lot of work, money and bribery to keep it on the down low. He had exclusive contracts for the next 20 years, and that was an eyeblink to himself, but not others. It was why he had pushed it to such a long time. Not for the money. He could care less about the money. But rather to regulate this as much as he could.

Oh those in power would hate him for it, but they would perhaps literally give him their first born, or their daughters hands in marriage, just anything to get a single ship. Hed decline, and it would stay that way until he squeezed them into the corner he wanted them to be in.

He felt the twisted grin on his face. He looked like a loon planning something horrible. And he was. Because the industrial revolution wouldn't make the same mistakes here, as it had done in the ways hed seen it. Not on his watch if he could help it.

"My friend." He said to the mouse.

"Prepare to make heads spin and roll." He said, and he gave a vulpine bark of laughter as they sailed into the clear, cold sky.

----

NEWSPAPER REPORT:

Sightings of a new invention were seen as a ship carried by a balloon was seen touring several town and cities at low altitudes before stopping at a high reaching building in the government sector of the capitol, where the crew and owner of the vessel was greeted by city officials.

It is unknown what was spoken or discussed, but this humble reporter can only imagine that many a questions were asked in this strange event that occurred.

The crew and owner of the vessel, which were not caught if in photo, and officials refused to comment about the strange intention, so none know of who has introduced this new machine to our lives!

It is known though by witness reports, that many of the officials walked away both pale and hurried to their respective offices.

Whoever this strange inventor is, he or she has made our government nervous!

-End-

[barkzim]

OC Introduction- Mwee&Enrico"Bastard"

"Mwee" Real name is Abel but doesnt use it.-He/Him Homosexual cis male.

"Bastard"s actual name is Enrico, in-story he is never called Bastard, its just what I call him cuz he SUCKS!!!! I also dont draw him very much, hence the only one shitty drawing of him included down below

MASSIVE TWS FOR HOMOPHOBIA, R@PE, UNDERAGE PR0STITUTION.,,uh i think thats all for now

Okay, Mwee, as he grew up he pretty much already knew he was gay, but he was in a catholic city, with a catholic family who was very homophobic. When he was 16 or 17, he was kicked out of his house because his parents got confirmation he was gay (they sorta suspected cuz of.,, well look at him). When Mwee left, he took what little money he had and went to the big city !!! unfortunately that was all his money pretty much and didnt have anything else to do.,, so he became a roadside prostitute.,, thats not good! :( After not long, he met a girl named Bonnie, she was 18 or 19, and took Mwee under her wing, as a semi-guardian, lending him under her roof, but mostly as a best friend. Bonnie worked at a strip club (that's how she noticed him, he hung around that part of the city cuz.. where else). Once Mwee was of-age, Bonnie got him a job at the club where she worked, cuz even though he started when he was too young, he enjoyed it (again, look at him) after a short while, Mwee noticed a large male coming in often to notice him, who else but Enrico.

(please note i dont disagree at all with any part of Enricos mind or morals)

Popping over to Enricos childhood, he grew up very poor, with several siblings and two neglectful parents. Bastard had to fight to survive and be respected within his own household. This carried out to when he moved out, but quickly learned that thats not normal? People really dont like that..? Oh well, he didnt care. He just wanted to take what he wanted. He didnt care about others. Hopping from woman to woman, relationship to relationship, something felt wrong.. He slowly realized hes gay.,, He wasnt *homophobic* per say.,, he didnt care if other people were whatever.. but he didnt like the fact that *he* was gay.. To make himself 'feel straight', he went for smaller, feminine men, to feel like he was with a woman. He also quickly realized he didnt actually care about having a relationship.. he just wanted sex.. so he took it. Hed go to clubs or whatnot, maybe spike some drinks,, take em to the bathroom.. and, well I wont go into detail. After a while of this, He got bored as he often did.

He went to a strip club and saw someone.... interesting,.. he watched him often. Petite frame, long hair, (dyed) blonde, surrounded by girls, extremely feminine. Mwee watched Enrico right back. Though he didnt realize what a mistake this was. Enrico, one day, decided to hang around the outside of the club, where the workers usually left from, around the time it was the end of Mwees shift.

Uh this post is getting long, so let me know if you want to hear more of the story, regardless you will likely see more Mwee cuz i like to draw him. (again, you can read all of their story on my toyhouse, same username as on here)

Mwee is also designed by Mikey ( @marblelynx )and he inspired the story

[commander-gloryforge]

hhgrhghh champion of soo-won byungjoon. thoughts. unsorted but thoughts

in canon he never really got to meet her for real i dont think. at least not face to face but he still like communicated with her right. and only after her death he kind of absorbed some of her energy.

but if i think about it now, hed be so easy to get void corrupted? like he hangs around at the harvest temple all the time and if something told him that he could serve the dragon hed be like yea sure ill do that i guess.

theres something about him becoming void and for once nagisa cant save him. worst case scenario, nagisa corrupts as well because in the end they just trust joon that much especially in regards to his connection to soowon. they have connectiosn to their own magical cool creature and they know that joon would never be able to understand, so they know that theyd never understandn whatever joon and dragon mom got going on. and its not like theyre aware of dragon corruption the way its happened with the other elderdragons.

even in its horror theyd still be willing to give themselves to the void because their beloved brother trusts it too. and joon does not trust anyone.

also void!joon would be a cool ass boss on dragons end/harvest temple phase. htcm gayboy edition where you have to murder some sad cowboy.

also like aside from corrupted/void champion, itd be so. nice to think about a soowon champion in the way many of us imagine the aurene branded commander/champion... like he'd carry some fishy watery characteristics, get this translucent shine, maybe his eyes/hair/parts of his skin have soowons colour scheme... of course the horns. oh horns.

or imagine him being a mermaid instead. in a universe where soowon stays alive and gets to roam the ocean and joon could swin with her. something sweet and gay like that.

or she doesnt survive, but he stays at the destroyed harvest temple forever. or at mothers lament, waiting to hear her voice again. it already is what he does now.

as a champion, would he understand that she had to die? surely she wouldve told him. she wouldve explained to him that this is how it ends. that she has to go. would he have listened to her, though? or would he have thought the commander, the void, her because he just cant let her go already?

maybe he would join the commander though. after all, they know what its like to be a dragon champion, and theyre pretty much the only one that understands. especially when aurene leaves, the commander would be the only one to somehow understand what its like.

and now if soowon is dead and byungjoon is alive as her champion. he is all that remains of. the literal creator. of the world. he carries the legacy of the MOTHER of THE PLANET. somewhere within him is the creation of all. somewhere within him is life and death and a cycle of destruction and magic. it still is in canon but as her actual champion thered just be. so much more.

oh man

where was i going with this again. idk.

[icharchivist]

belial standing along in an empty room in the dark and just staring at his completely expressionless face in the already cracked mirror... kinda hurts. i can see why hed push for being roommates with bubs so hed always have someone to terrorize. and if it means having to put up with a few mirrors around the house thats fine. he can draw dicks on them

right? at least it'd fill the void a little, if only because he bothers Bubs so much he has to then survive it all.

AND HELPPPPP yeah he'll cope with the mirrors for sure, i'm sure.

maybe he turned to fashion because as long as he looked in the mirror to watch his clothes and being as vain as possible he could forget the hollow eyes that stared back at him. That would also track.