#gifting frogs is his love language appearently

[musubiki]

my best friend is the main character

[evil8keta]

got any general headcanons for each tf2 merc? :D

miscellaneous tf2 mercs headcanons

SCOUT

- transgender asf

- uses terrible pick up lines and invites his dates to fast food restaurants and yet he's wondering why he can't pull any girls

- looks approachable but in reality you really don't wanna deal with this guy, he's a menace. doesnt matter if you're his friend or not, he'll backstab you for money (literally, of course)

- has an energy drink addiction. gets really snappy when he doesnt get his 5 cans of bonk atomic punch a day

- HATES silence, it stresses him out so he likes to put on some music whenever he can. it helps him focus and overall scout just prefers to have some sort of background noise while doing literally anything. the only problem is that he likes his music loud. like, the whole house is shaking kind of loud. the other mercenaries hate him for this, because when they tell him to quiet it down, he instead turns the volume all the way up like the little shit he is❤️ the only way to make scout turn it off is to fight him. it isnt that difficult to beat him up, but it's still annoying to go through all of this yknow

SOLDIER

- developed a hearing difficulty during his time in the war. if you're wondering if his bad hearing is the reason why he yells all the time, then no. he was always yelling like that

- keeps bringing random stray animals to the base. the others told him many times that NO, he can't just bring in wild animals whenever he wants to! medic literally fainted the last time soldier wanted to sneak a possum into the base. not gonna lie tho, it's pretty wholesome watching soldier "train" some random field rodents. they bite him and hiss at him, but soldier sees that as a sign of their resilience and love for fighting so all he does is watch them with a big smile on his face. he even praises them with stuff like "GOOD JOB RECRUITS! I AM SO PROUD!"

- has a very strict sleeping routine and always manages to get a perfect 8 hours of sleep. he doesn't even use an alarm, he just knows when to fall asleep and when to wake up and does so on command. also soldier looks very funny in his sleepwear. he wears a night gown and a big nightcap that covers his eyes

- evil autism

PYRO

- idk what mental illnesses pyro has to but oh boy there's definetely something very wrong with them

- their room is very.....interesting. on one side there's cute plushies and glow in the dark stickers. on the other side there's scorched furniture and -- oh my god are those human bones?!

- theyre like those slashers that take pictures of their victims. pyro hangs these gruesome photos of people dying on the walls of their room, but to them it's just cute selfies with their bffs 😼😼

- they sometimes bring their teammates body parts or organs of the enemies as a gift. kinda like how cats bring their owners dead animals. this is literally pyro's love language

- i have one joke headcanon about pyro and it's that they're not a human. pyro is actually just 20 frogs in a hazmat suit carrying a flamethrower

HEAVY

- literally the most reliable person on the team. he's super nice and friendly and polite and kind and very very caring......ok can you guys tell im biased towards him

- the opposite of scout. heavy looks very intimidating so it's hard to approach him at first but if you start talking to him you soon realize hes very nice to talk to :) awesome dude to just chill and eat sandwiches with

- bookworm!! his room is filled with a bunch of different books, most of them being in russian but he has some foreign ones too. i think heavy is very smart but it's just that his broken english makes him appear kinda dumb. he struggles with processing english sentences and pronunciation. that's why he speaks so simple and slow

- if you ask heavy if he is medic's wife he says yes, if you ask medic if heavy is his wife he says no. its up to you to decide who's lying

DEMOMAN

- talks in his sleep. like a LOT. dude will literally recite to u the periodic table during his 20 minute nap

- even more patriotic than soldier,which is saying a lot. has a bunch of pictures of scotland around his room and probably even wears underwear with the flag of scotland. he's literally like the embodiment of the guy yelling SCOTLAND FOREVER!!!!!

- demo feels insecure about his drinking habit. like usually he doesnt think too much about it, but sometimes he really feels ashamed of himself for being an alcoholic. his mood gets very sour on these days, so to feel better he reaches for another bottle of scrumpy to forget about his worries.....and the cycle continues

- often looses parts of his body due to working with bombs and other explosive stuff. honestly i have no idea what these guys would even do without medic

ENGINEER

- whenever it's his turn to cook for the base he's like "alright boys get ready to get blown away" and then it's just another barbecue. not gonna lie though, his food is delicious. the mercs gave him an apron saying king of the grill

- loves fishing!! and yea he unironically wears those women love me fish fear me shirts whenever he goes fishing. he genuinely thinks it's stylish

- invents random shit for fun. he spends most of his time alone in his workshop so who knows what weird things he's making. most of the time his personal little inventions are practical stuff, maybe something like an automatic beer opener or a toaster that never burns the bread. but he's definetely making something more, something bigger. idk what it is but maybe i dont even want to know

- has a really strange sense of humor. you can tell him the funniest joke ever with the most genius punchline known to mankind and hes gonna look at you with a blank expression, uttering a confused "...wha", but show him a picture of a chicken in shoes and hes gonna burst out laughing. oh engineer you would have loved 21st century humor

MEDIC

- has like 12 mental illnesses. yes he's aware of all of those. and YES he chooses to ignore his symptoms and doesn't take any medication

- he did loose his medical license, but that's because he kept experimenting on his patients. he still does that, except now he's actually allowed to do it (well, not really). but other than that he's still quiet skilled in his field and his abilities are nothing but impressive

- a total drama queen. also he's pretty germaphobic for a guy that digs his hands in someone's guts for a living

- loves his birds so much. he forgot their names, so now he calls them all archimedes. he loves taking care of them and doesnt trust any of the mercs with his birds. but heavy is an exception, heavy can feed them :)

SPY

- gets even LESS bitches than scout does. LITERAL ZERO!! he miraculously pulled scout's ma but ever since then the man had a catastrophically low amount of bitches. maybe it's because of the balaclava he never washes

- horrible, horrible man. he can be responsible and polite but only if it's beneficial for him, other than that he's pretty rude to everyone he meets. he's respectful towards women tho, but that's basic standards

- spy is the inventor of your mom jokes. it's true, he told me himself

- don't tell anyone but spy loves romantic comedies. however he thinks liking romcoms is like the most embarrassing thing ever and really doesn't want anyone to think he's sappy like that, but in reality most of his teammates know he's a hopeless romantic and they really don't care

- is the best cook on the team, but very rarely makes food for the others. he always complains about how everyone else's food is bad and how only his food is digestable, but he never cooks himself. the only way to get him into the kitchen is to do something nice for him in return. smh

SNIPER

- neurodivergent asf

- ok so you know how some introverts dont like to approach others so they just stare at the person they want to talk to until theyre noticed? well yea sniper does that. like sure he could just go and talk to someone directly but why do that when he can just. stare ominously

- bird enjoyer!! brings medic's doves little treats when the doctor isnt looking

- has a VERY quetionable diet. he's like those dudes on youtube that eat moss and bugs and talk about how nutritial it is. sniper is used to staying long periods of time outside, so he's used to any and all challenges the wildlife can offer. he may look scrawny, but he totally wrestled an alligator at some point in his life (and won)

- he's the team's exterminator. if there's a spider in the base sniper puts it in a jar and releases it outside <3

[gothamslostboy]

Hi!! ive always wanted to do a matchmaking request for the lost boys <33

* Physical appearance-

i’ve got wavy blue hair, cut up to my ears, basically brahms hair cut but grown out! i have green/brown eyes, and i have so many beauty marks all over my body. i’m 5’6, and have ear piercing + a septum! i have -5 vision so i need glasses ;-;

* Style-

as of right now i dress like a dad or that one uncle, cargo shorts, over sized tshirt, hawaiian shirts or hoodie, rings and necklaces [lots of thrm] earrings and nose ring!! i always make sure i have cool socks on tho, gotta keep up the style!! i usually carry a canva messenger bag with me. for shoes it’s probably doc martens!

* Favorite food

spinach, pickle flavoured sun flower seeds, ramen, calamari, rice, simple foods mostly

* Gender preference -

any gender works for me! i just tend to lean more towards men <3

* 1-2 hobbies -

i absolutely love crafting, no matter what it is, i want to make stuff! it’s not really a hobbit but i love taxidermy, when i did my first rat i fell in love with it and want to do more, so anything relating to death is a bobbie for me 🫶

* Music tastes-

sad love songs, metal music, fnaf music, french music,, it’s very all over the place right now here are the most listened to songs from me! loosing my mind - dennis domian, atlantis - seafret, ça va - emile bilodeau, we’re not gonna take it - twisted sisters, it’s a little of everything yknoe

* Favorite animal-

i think my favorite animals are between sharks, the stoplight loose jaw fish, frogs, rats and worms!!

* Favorite movie/genre -

For genre it’s horror all the way, but for favorite movies? my favorite movies are the lost boys, scream, labyrinth, 9, ferngully, dead poets society and the last unicorn!

* 1-2 personality traits -

im childish, but gruesome thinking, and i have terrible adhd and can basically remember nothing

* Gender

i have no gender 🫶 but i lean towards male pronouns

* Fandom (max 3) - which movie/tv show

the lost boys please!!

* How many characters?

1. 1 fandom: maximum 2

3. 2-3 fandoms: maximum 3

whoever you see fif

* Zodiac sign

i’m a taurus✋

* 1-2 traits you look for in partner
in a partner i just really want someone who will love me for me, that’s understanding and will get i habe my ups n downs, but also someone who’s down to do stupid stuff when the time comes yknow? i’m a really big person on giving gifts to people, so someone who could possibly match that energy❓

here’s some extra info about me tho

i’m aro-ace! the type of aromatic that’s cupioromantic, and a mostly sex-repulsed asexual. now the sex repulsed part is mostly towards myself, i don’t wanna see other people or myself naked, watchjng sex scenes is less bad, still weird to me tho,, i speak frnech since i learnt it when i was also learning english! so i’m sorry if my spelling is off or there’s mistakes 😭 i have writing issues shsishshs

this is so exciting i hope i gave you enough info!!

Ok before I get into this: YOU ARE SO COOL. YOURE LIKE A COOLER VERSION OF WHO I WANT TO BE. Pickle flavored sunflower seeds are amazing, but I always accidentally eat the shells haha:] don’t worry your spelling is great, also I wish I was taught another language when I was young, my mom hired a Chinese teacher and I remember 1 song, but we stopped when I was 4 (started at 2) and I don’t remember anything else<\\\3

I Ship You With….

Marko! You want someone who also likes giving/receiving gifts? HE IS YOUR MAN!!! Holy shit he’s gonna give you so many gifts you won’t be able to move around your home.

He’s a vampire, so who is he to judge anyone? As long as someone is not a hateful bigot or an asshole, he’ll find a way to vibe. He himself struggles with anger issues, so he understands mental health a bit and does his best. Besides Paul, he’s the boy most likely to do stupid shit with you, mainly bc he enjoys being a gremlin.

Lil personal hc here: Marko is Trans, so when it comes to you not having a gender, it’s the equivalent of someone not having blonde hair to him: he doesn’t care. He’s just happy to have you as a partner

Marko is very used to being around Paul, so ADHD and childish behavior doesn’t bother him, and he’s gonna encourage your gruesome thinking as much as he can.

His favorite things about your style is your hair, socks and piercings, certainly begging to re dye it himself and buying you guys socks. He buys 2 pairs, takes one of each pair, and gives you the remaining two. He loves to do this instead of matching things in the normal way.

He is an artsy dude, focusing mostly on clothes himself. But once you tell him about taxidermy? He’s on his hands and knees asking you to show him how. He obviously knew what it was, just for some reason it never connected in his head that it’s a real thing ppl do.

On dates he takes you to local flee markets/ art shows to get things and make art out of whatever thing inspires you too.

After one of his favorite pigeons passes, he will ask if you could taxidermy it for him and keeps it safely in his room.

[treasureswordsgirl55]

Can you make a story where the reader and Steven take a break from work and spend their day doing generic, cute couple things? Like getting ice cream, swimming, doing karaoke ect together? Thank you :)))!

Hello @0wormtime0 ! I'm sorry but I was studying for my exams so it was difficult for me write these days but... I'm here with one of your requests. I love all of them so, I choose ice cream in this time.

Thanks for your request and I hope you like the fic!! 💖💖💖

Ps: The karaoke fic is coming...

🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹

First Date: Ice Cream 🍨

Pairing: Steven Grant x Fem!Reader.

- Do you want to wait for me outside? I'll take this to the office and I'll be right back to pick you up.

I stare at the museum doors for a minute before turning to Steven and giving him a smile with a shake of my head. I see him effortlessly holding a box full of beetle dolls and indicate the Egyptian hall.

- Better leave that Khepris mountain safe and come find me in your favorite area. I'll be looking around a bit - Steven can't help smiling when he hears me speak Egyptology in his language and I walk towards the different sectors that are in the room. The different busts that reflect the faces of the gods of the Ennead look at me with an expression worthy of a regiment and I slowly read their descriptions of each one of them.

I didn't dare tell Steven that I wanted our date here, but I figured he might be uncomfortable with his grumpy boss hanging around us. It was the only day of his that he could leave early and he didn't want her to be there anymore. Our glances and mini talks about Egypt and the various decorations placed on the wall of the gift table led us to converse more confidently and in a hint of it from Steven, he asked me out.

I smile when I remember the moment in which he told me half stuttering but I didn't hesitate for a second to accept it.

He walked slowly between the models of the Pyramids of Giza until he came to a statue that has no name, but appears to be a woman with the head of a frog.

- This is Hebek. She takes care of births and kids. It is said that she was some kind of midwife in ancient Egypt - I startle when I hear Steven behind me and I barely turn around, he is with his bag on his shoulder and his blue jacket in hand. Now he's just wearing a white t-shirt that looks great on him - Forgive me if I scared you.

- You just surprised me.

- Did you know her?

- No, honestly. I only know the most superficial of Egypt.

We both laugh as Steven steps aside to let me pass and we walk together out of the museum past a security man who looks at us like he's seen a ghost.

- Hey darling. If I bore you with things like the ones in here, come find me - I see out of the corner of my eye that Steven shrinks at his words but he doesn't hesitate to give his co-worker a reproachful look - Steven is not a man to you.

I slam on my brakes as I turn around and get close enough for him to hear me.

- If there is something that I am clear about, it is that you are not a man for me, I do not like men who watch videos on the internet while in room 3 someone is trying to carry a Venus de Milo in the pocket of a backpack. Keep that in mind next time before assuming my tastes - I smile at Steven who looks at me as if he were seeing Osiris himself and just blushes.

- Goodbye.

My God, help me not to kiss him before the first date is over, he's too adorable for my lovesick heart.

- Where do you want to go? - He asks me as soon as we leave the museum as we walk towards the surroundings of the museum and we see that more people begin to appear in our path as we approach the center - Do you want to go for a drink? Walk in the park? Or the Square?

- How about going for some ice cream and going to the square for a while?

He just nods and as soon as we enter the first ice cream shop we find, we make our orders that Steven pays like a good gentleman before I can even protest and we leave quickly towards the square, to shelter from the sun that seeks to melt our ice creams.

We talk a little about everything, from our jobs, the complaints of each of them, his hatred for Donna that makes me laugh out loud when I hears his various recurring dreams of making her disappear, we change our tastes for reading that we both share, his passion for Egypt and ancient history and my passion for astronomy, among other things, but our main talk focuses on the dessert that we both eat in silence for a few moments.

- You're one of the basics, Steven - I look at his strawberry and cream ice cream while he looks strangely at my ice cream with heaven's cream, vanilla and American cream - You have to leave your comfort zone for a moment. You should be one of those who try new things.

- I have stepped out of my comfort zone with you. I have to admit that - he takes a bite of his ice cream and savors it while he thinks of what to say next - You're the... The first woman I've dared to ask on a date. And the first one I ever take on a date, so that's too much for my life.

- I'm flattered by it - I look at the ice cream for a few seconds and extend it in his direction- Do you want some? I assure you that you will love it.

- I don't think a taste called heaven is something appetizing.

- Oh my God. Just try it and you'll see that you'll thank me - He lets out a small sigh and as soon as he gets closer, I hear a sound that distracts me and I turn around, but the curse that comes out of Steven's mouth brings me back to reality - Oh. I am so sorry.

I put my hand to my mouth trying to hide my laughter as soon as I see that Steven's face is both on his lips and on his nose, light blue brushstrokes due to the ice cream that I inadvertently pushed against him.

- Forgive me, I did not see when you approached.

I laugh as I walk over, taking his hand to hold the ice cream and reaching for a napkin to wipe the ice cream off his face, but I stop when I see that he's laughing as he shakes his head and tries to look at his nose. which makes it look even funnier.

He is a lovable man who just needs confidence to show himself as he is. And I love him.

- What happen? Do I have anything other than ice cream?

- No, you just look adorable - He blushes again as I wipe his face with the napkin and barely reach his lips, I leave my fingers on them more than it should be legal, but I can't contain my impulses to be too far from him - I really like it when you're like that, like liberated.

- I like being like that with you. I feel good with you.

I bite my lip as he pulls me away and puts my napkin down on the side of the seat we're sitting on, but when I turn back to my ice cream, I find his brown eyes staring at me like he's trying to figure something out. As if he could read my soul if he wanted to.

- You're... You're gorgeous - I feel my cheeks heat up before his words and I get a little closer, until our lips almost touch, but the sound of something thick hitting the ground separates us watching how the ice cream melts at our feet.

We crack up again as I pout at my ice cream on the floor and Steven hands me his with a smile.

- No. It's your ice cream, I can't take it. Now I'll get another.

- You don't want my basic tastes, for sure.

I shake my hands as I laugh again and I see between the small tears that come out of my eyes that he is looking at me with a kind of affection that makes my heart beat uncontrollably.

- I always want something from you, Steven.

We are both silent for a few seconds and I get close enough to kiss his cheek, feeling him relax at my touch.

- And that was because... the kiss?

- Because I wanted to do it - I admit as I reach for his hand with mine and leave it close enough not to invade his private space, but Steven clasps our hands without even hesitating, consciously or unconsciously - I've loved spending this afternoon with you, Steven.

- Same to me.

- I have a proposal for you: What do you think if the next date is at the museum? You could teach me everything you know about Egypt, although I don't think I'll last a single date, if you want, of course.

- How could I not want to spend time with you? I'd love to. It's a date, then.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Hi! I saw your matchups are still open so I would like to request a TWST romantic matchup.

Here's some of the basic stuffs about me~ I will be 🌻💛 🐸 anon!

• She/her

• How I see my personality: Introverted and reserved but loves to make some small talks with people I barely know if I feel like I am in a sociable mood! I am an overthinker and definitely overworrier 🥲 I worry and think a lot and can be veryy socially anxious but I tend to keep it in control and try not to show it. When it comes to following or leading people, I realised I tend to lead people instead despite being socially anxious and introverted.

• How a friend would describe my personality: Cheerful and smiles a lot. Tends to joke and tease my friends, act like a younger sibling or act as the "child" in most cliques. Will be quieter and 'tamed' around people who I'm not close or don't know. However, I can be relied on because I'm mature, realistic and honest about my opinions. Open-minded and resourceful friend. However, can be very anxious and high strung when it comes to school and work and is quite a perfectionist.

• Hobbies and interests: fjfjf I have a lot of interests - animes and games like TWST and obey me. I love doing art specifically working with clay medium, traditional and digital drawings!! Also hoards cute stuffs like sanrio (i love pompompurin so much) and san-x plushies. Love animals a lot (regardless if theyre bugs or reptiles) - my close friends tend to associate me with frogs 🐸 and my fav colours are yellow and grey. I love learning new things so I tend to also research and watch documentaries even outside of my work gjfjjf I also love listening to more alternative music - indie artists etc!!

• What are I look for in a relationship: someone who respects boundaries. someone who's emotionally mature and respectful. Also I prefer committed romantic relationships rather than casual ones because I can be very selective with who I spend time with (trust issues and stuff sjdhf). Maybe someone who I can share domestic bliss with. I don't mind someone whos more adventurous; they can push me out of comfort zone reasonably and I can explore and learn more new things!!

• What I cannot tolerate in relationships: Being patronised, talked down, nagged constantly. Someone who likes to play mind games and tests my loyalty/trust/love towards them. Overly dominant and manipulation and all that stuffs fjfmjf

• How I show affection: My go-to would be quality time and parallel play but I am fine with other love languages - especially giving gifts (or making stuffs to gift them)

• How do you want to receive affection: I think imo I don't have a preferred style and I get really happy and grateful when someone makes the effort to show their affection in their own ways

Signs: Libra (Sun), Aries (Rising and Moon) and Scorpio (Venus)

MBTI: INFJ-T

Enneagram: Type 4, Wing 5

Appearance/Fashion sense: Cutesy style; Casual lolita styles, sanriocore vibes, cottagecore dresses.

Sexuality & romantic orientation: Demisexual

I hope that this isnt too much fjffjjf and thank you for doing this again!! 💛 I really look forward to your writing!!!

Hi there, 🌻💛 🐸 anon! Ah, domestic bliss, someone who will stand by you…

Trey Clover

Trey will stand by you, giving you gentle encouragement when you get stuck overthinking or overanalyzing things, and when the social anxiety spikes up. You may not show it outwardly, but he can tell and will squeeze your hand or give you a soft look. 

Really loves seeing your teasing and playful side come out, and may offer back some of his own teasing, but makes sure that he doesn’t go past of any of your boundaries. “Hmm? Ah, sorry, love,” he would chuckle.

Trey appreciates quality time, of quiet domestic moments shared in each others company. He also gets all soft whenever you gift him something, especially if you made it. You can also expect to have as many baked goods that you could ever dream of… He will make a Pompompurin cake for you with cupcakes themed after Muffin, Scone, Bagel, and Custard, Pompompurin’s friends.

He thinks your aesthetic is really soft and cute, just like you. He will match with you, if you wanted to do matching outfits; could be cottage-core, Sanrio, Lolita, or cutesy. He noted that your friends call you “frog” and got you and him matching Keroppi hoodies. Expect some awful frog puns, which I will not torture you with.

He would love it if you wanted to show any of your art projects, since he knows that it’s like sharing a piece of your soul. Loves seeing the look on your face as you’re working away on a slab of clay, sketching in your sketchbook, or staring at an art tablet... but please take some breaks to rest your eyes.

He wouldn’t really have the heart to tell you no if you came home yet again with a new animal companion. “Honey, is that uhhh,” he would point to the creature on your shoulder, but shake his head with a chuckle, accepting that there was a new member to the household.

Would enjoy just sitting on the sofa, wrapped up in a blanket, and watching a documentary you recommended, trying to focus on what’s playing but enjoying seeing you so happy more.

Overall, Trey is soft, respects you. He wants something that will last, and he know it will with you. He would love, cherish, and celebrate you.

“Hey, cupcake, I found you this, since you were talking about wanting that speciality clay.”

I hope you enjoy your baker, 🌻💛 🐸 anon. Please tell him whether or not you like puns because he will crack dad jokes and awful jokes that have you rolling your eyes.

*gives you fellow a-spec finger guns*

[conheaded-a]

chrysanthemum :   how does connor express romantic love ?  how does con feel about love as a concept ?

          on the surface, con’s love language may appear to be gift giving. he is one for grand gestures, he’d build his partners houses and libraries, he’d gift them any tangible desire under the sun if it meant they would stay. he likes to see the way they light up, the way a smile floods features. it isn’t the gift itself but the way his partners respond. his love language is a mix of gift giving and acts of service. it’s doing something for his partner that shows he knows them, shows he listens, that he cares because no one has done the same for him.

        with willa specifically he does this often as a way to get her to stay : he offers her funding, financial stability, safety, her dreams on a silver platter and all she has to do is stay. if she stays with him, if she agrees to be his girlfriend then he can be a good partner: partners are supposed to support each other’s dreams, right ? ( he isn’t stupid, he knows that’s why she’s with him, because of his name, because of the money, but he can fool himself, he can play pretend, if he can’t have actual love then store bought is fine ) 

        and this particular situation, this train of thought has to deal with connor’s upbringing, with how he was loved and taught to love in turn:

          when he was younger, he believed in love the way most children believe in fairy tales. he believed much the same way kids believe peter pan might come knocking at the window to take them to neverland, the way little girls believe if they kiss enough frogs one will turn into a prince. it was fantastical, romantic love and affection weren’t something he’d seen from his parents’ relationship, and sitting having his father whisper vile rumors about couples at parties as a child certainly didn’t help this thought. love was a fairy tale.

          the older he got the more “realistic” it became, displays of affection in his childhood play a large role in the way he sees love now: love is a happily ever after in a movie, it’s a destination he is running toward but someone keeps moving the finish line. it’s unobtainable to him because he doesn’t know how to be authentic, he lacks the emotional depth to offer his heart to his lovers, and no one has ever put in the effort to peice together the parts of connor he gave,  and so he does what logan taught him to do : he buys it like a product off a shelf. some unconscious part of him believes love is a transaction for connor because money is the only thing he has worth loving. 

@s4ints​ asked.

[takecare-fandoms]

Random Stardew Valley Headcanons

These are some of my own ideas about the Stardew Valley universe, which I hope don't completely contradict anything in the actual canon! ^_^ This is also a bit long - I've got a bushel of thoughts! (Though I must say, I have more thoughts about some characters than others it seems...)

Stardew Valley is in the Southeast of the Ferngill Republic, and Pelican town is in the south of the valley (south-central, specifically)

Linus is significantly older than he appears and grew up in a large family

Leah played softball and/or football (soccer) in high school

Willy plays the fiddle, which he was taught by his father

Sebastian is pretty skilled at doing makeup, but only wears light makeup on a daily basis

Sam was really into sharks and weather as a kid. He could tell you so many fun facts about sharks (like, how their skeleton is made of cartilage instead of bone!) and identify every single type of cloud in the sky

One of the few topics Sebastian and Demetrius like to talk about is frogs - which ones are in the valley, when they come out, how to differentiate different varieties, how frogs have been used in different cultures (for food, poison, pets, etc), and so on

Penny gets headaches before it rains

Yoba isn't the only god worshipped in the Ferngill Republic. Others are worshipped in different areas as well (based on the weather, flora, fauna, etc), but Yoba is worshipped as the creator of the world, protector of Stardew Valley, and god of new beginnings

Abigail makes collages out of old magazines and catalogues from Pierre's shop

Sam wants to get a lip piercing

also, Kent had an ear piercing as a teenager, done with a safety pin and a potato by a friend. it has since closed, but he has considered getting his ears re-pierced

Sam's music taste is heavily influenced by his parents' music. He likes a lot of the same bands and songs as Kent and Jodi

Jas has tea parties with Shane and Marnie, including titles (Princess Jas, the noble Sir Shane, and Lady Marnie)

Caroline wanted to become a speech-language pathologist but didn't because the nearest university with a speech-language pathology program was too far away

Vincent wants to get a pet snake, but Jodi has a fear of snakes

Alex can cook well but doubts his skills because Evelyn is so comfortable in the kitchen

Haley really likes animated films with darker themes, like Isle of Dogs / Coraline -esque movies (Emily, on the other hand, very much does not, and leaves the room whenever Haley puts one on)

Lewis was a landscaper before becoming mayor

Evelyn used to work at a drive-in theatre

Emily and Caroline meditate together

At one point Penny considered studying business before deciding on teaching

Abigail took off time to work before starting university. Her online classes are in history and anthropology and are with a school across the country. She is studying to become an archaeologist

And Shane studied kinesiology at university

Sam has taught Vincent and Jas some songs (as a guest during arts and music class with Penny)

Clint wears cowboy boots

Gunther lives in a neighbouring village, about 20 minutes east of Pelican Town, and Morris commutes nearly an hour every day from the city

Harvey really likes to cook, but doesn't have the time, money, or space to do so frequently. He sometimes goes to the community centre and meal preps

Elliott began writing with alternate-ending fanfics and (admittedly not good) poetry about nature and the sea

Willy supplied the anchovies for the luau for which Sam got community service hours. Willy did know what Sam was going to do with them and supported it (though did feel guilty and apologise to Sam when he was caught, keeping him company as much as possible during his service hours)

Shane sleeps with an absurd number of pillows - upwards of six on most nights

Emily and Sandy met through Girl Guides/Scouts/whatever the Stardew equivalent is of those groups

Leah, Elliott, and Pierre all had rock collections growing up

Pierre also collected sports trading cards

Robin watches a lot of documentaries (especially true crime and nature), as well as cooking shows

Kent and Jodi were high school sweethearts and started dating when they were seventeen. They had Sam when they were in their very early 20s (21 or 22 maybe?), and Vincent more than a decade later

Pam did beauty pageants as a teenager (and did well in them!)

Krobus is a young shadow person, and yet is older than almost every other resident of Pelican Town (they age differently)

Vincent doodles on his homework

Shane read a LOT about genetics (and talked with Demetrius a bit) when first breeding his blue chickens, and found that he was very interested in the topic

George had a pet rat as a child

Sam started an acapella group in high school

Sebastian loves theatre and did sound/audio for his school's musicals

Dusty was a gift from Alex's mum, and Alex has had Dusty for almost a decade

Elliott handwrites his work before typing it

Maru cuts the tags out of her shirts

Harvey can knit, as can Haley

Pierre took more than one foreign language class in school

Haley reads graphic novels often, though doesn't really tell anyone

Abigail was in band (concert and/or marching)

Caroline can play piano

Sam really likes the colour pink

Harvey took gymnastics when he was younger, and the day they started on the high bar is when he discovered (or perhaps solidified) his fear of heights

Maru can decorate cakes beautifully

Finally, the ages of the villagers - those who live in or near Pelican Town - from youngest to oldest: Vincent, Jas, (Leo), Maru, Abigail, Penny, Sam, Sebastian, Haley, Alex, Emily, Elliott, Leah, (Sandy), Shane, Harvey, Jodi, Kent, Clint, Pam, Pierre, Robin, Demetrius, Caroline, Gus, Marnie, Willy, Marlon, Lewis, Gil, Krobus, Linus, George, Evelyn, Wizard, and the Dwarf

Thanks for reading my dump of thoughts :) I'd love to hear any opinions on these headcanons!

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Ash

Requested by @devilishminx328​

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“Go my child, and be a good wife to your husband.” That was your order. Child to an old tradesman who wanted nothing but a son was given you, and so the widowed King came. You couldn’t even remember his name now your husband though you bore his rings and gifted necklace and watched him from this warped prison orb and heard the hungry pleading cries of your people that haunted your every waking moment. Then the flames came and another violent tremor came. He would do this often, lift the orb and toss it about until you cries out for him to stop or he lost amusement in your elder years when those cries never came.

One room castle and a lake of glass in a solid fake tundra was all you knew these days, that and the enchanted bag he gave you with all you would ever require inside. Still this was different while the castle jerked and into a wall you slammed hard to collapse gasping for air into the floor the orb turned and across to the other wall you slid eventually to be slammed hard into a beam on the roof. One more turn and you could hear glass shatter and all at once smoke billowed across your body that lay flat across a carpet in a library you’d long since forgotten.

Blinking through the smoke coughs helped to fill your lungs again with air. Hushed whimpers left you at the glass slicing into your palm from the orb broken to bits underneath your chest, arm and hand that drew blood from your collarbone down in scattered clusters now staining the top of your deep necked tunic with ties slightly frayed on the top cross of the tether that secured your cleavage from sight above the top of your vest. The pain from that however lasted barely a blink as a shriek left you in the turn of your head to find your dead husband strewn across the floor headless. In a panicked scramble away to the wall around your ankle the strap of your enchanted bag tangled.

Loud shouts outside the room drew an instant shrink of your pupils at the sight of a monstrous wave coming for the island kingdom. “Please no,” you whimpered and backed into a shelf of books your bloody hand rose to fumble against the wood to try and rise as if you could outrun the wave now blocking out the sun. “Help, some, someone, please.” Shouts and shrieks split the air and into an all you tucked hiding your face in your knees, warm tears spilling down your cheeks to another futile plea, “Someone, save me...”

All you knew was something hit your head, off the shelf a certain book had fallen and open landed on top of your head and engulfed you right as the first starving waves had touched the toe of your right boot.

Deep under the surface of the sunlit water thrashing you about your body unfurled and fought uselessly against the current that jerked you this way and that. Burning hot your lunges felt close to exploding while your every inch froze and burned at once to the stinging cluster of pain searing throughout everything from your muscles to your very veins that ached to pump blood at its usual speed again now slowing to lack of air. A firm hand twice the size of your arm circled your upper arm as a second drew you into the firm chest of a heavily bearded man now being tugged backwards to his tug on the rope around his waist. Swift and smooth you were brought to the surface to sputter and cough the agony away and face the chocolate haired Dwarf whose white haired brother helped you to your knees on the shore. The both silent until you stilled simply to let you regain your breath to the wind of the now untied rope and stares to the stunning jeweled necklace around your neck, matching ear covers, wedding rings and jeweled beads and ribbons woven all throughout your starlit raven curls hung about you like a wet blanket to the ground to pool in a small puddle all it’s own.

An upward tilt of your head to the first steady breath you could draw brought the gawking pair to your focus in their admiration of your brilliant purple silver flecked eyes unlike any they’d seen before. “Thank you,” you managed to say and the duo reached out their broad hands to help you to your feet, a move that had you realize they were a good half a foot shorter than you.

In a joint fumble of their hands at their sides the darker haired of the two spoke, “Not the season to be swimming.”

The dialect was rough yet came out like liquid honey, slow and constant that your ear covers enchanted to translate the languages of the music records you had to entertain yourself while trapped let you hear their meaning. “I wasn’t swimming, my home was washed away in a flood.”

The admission dropped the jaws of both men who looked to one another then guided you towards the city they called Dale once you untangled your bag from your ankle underneath your soaking wet heavily embroidered skirt with layers galore fighting to both drip and cling between steps to your legs, and slung the bag over your shoulder for their means to help. Right to a blacksmith’s shop you were led and to their joint conversation but he corner with a shirtless friend of theirs with an absurdly large mallet in hand glared between glances at yourself until you were tasked to shift various objects around and fetch a few things for him for the next few hours until he tired of you. His agreement came with a once over your appearance that had you reach into your bag for a hair tie you used to wind your hair back into a haphazard bun.

A simple tug on the ribbon around your waist had his lips part as to why you were taking off your skirt until he saw the front half fold back to fold over the belt around your waist with buckle to hold the skirt in place on top of your soaked black pants and knee high boots, a simple bow in the back and you were ready to get to work. He gestured to the first thing to move as you tied a cloth around your cut palm and added your rings to your necklace to keep them safe. Back and forth his eyes darted from you and his task until you stood beside him in his move to close up shop after the confused tall Man came to fetch the cross bow he had been repairing. From the handful of coins the lesser of the group was offered to you. “Know it won’t amount to much with the loss of your home, but it will fill your belly tonight.”

“Thank you,” you said with a flinch of a smile to the fold of your fingers around the coin laid atop the cloth with a hint of blood showing through the material that you would have to change soon.

Outward his hand stretched and he said, “Head to Broakbem’s shop, been belly aching all month about a new delivery person. Tell him I sent you and he’ll pay you per drop off.”

“Thank you, truly.”

He nodded his head to your next flinch of a grin that was barely able to appear at all while your heart was drowning you from the inside out at the loss of everything you had known and drop to complete obscurity after finally having found your freedom in whatever lands these were. “Your name, Lass?”

You almost said Princess, yet the word died on the back of your tongue and you simply stated, “Jaqiearae Pluto Pear.”

“Grunnd, welcome at my shop anytime Lass. It’s the one with the idiotic wooden frog outside.” You nodded again and turned to pass through the mingled crowd of those both shorter and absurdly taller than you all the way to your next employer. Each tall creature spent longer to keep their gaze on you in wonder at the smoke coated Elleth in their midst none could name with glimmering adornments to the gracefully pointed ears still glimmering faintly in the random streams of sunlight as the only patches of clean visible skin. Doubt was in his eyes but by the smoke and signs of dirty palms you were led to the bath to scrub up and redress your wound some ointment was given for along with those still giving off their dying drops of blood to the scabs now stretched across them. The wife helped to get the blood off your shirt at least in fevered scrubs of a lemon and some rough cloth and with basket in hand you were off to add some more weight to your coin purse.

Stop by stop you crossed from one end of the city to the other and back again by aid of an enchanted compass from your bag that helped to aim you to any destination you were given. Each location more curious than the next the more your bun dropped until on your next trip back to the shop your hands rose to split sections of your insubordinate curls that were wound into a long braid your hair tie looped on your thumb was used to secure the end of to bounce to and fro behind your hips for the remainder of the day. Across your face however the section of curls that sideways lay sideways in a swoop cut to your chin freed themselves from the braid to shift and float then drop with each huff you gave in their taunting slide to cover your face fully.

Golden, fiery or lovely shades of brown locks were scattered amongst the other tall beings with ears like yours with only raven locks on the bearded shorter peoples that flowed around you trading head bobs in for each that managed to catch your eye. And for all your efforts once back inside the shop a similar coin to the one Grunnd had given you laid in your palm expecting to accept the final basket on the counter to trade for the empty one you had returned with the Husband said, “Wagons for Greenwood will be leaving shortly. Can’t risk you to miss your ride home, Lass. But you come back on the morning wagons Tuesday and you can earn double that with a full days work.”

“Thank you, I’ll be here.” Was your answer and withholding the irritation you felt for not earning very much at all for all that effort outside again you found yourself to once again dig out your compass and mutter, “Greenwood?”

The arrow turned and with it your feet moved to follow the cobbled lane in the downward reach to untie the same ribbon on your skirt to tie it forward again to the sight of more of your fellow pointy eared numbers all entering the same lane apparently off towards the same mysterious wagons. Seven open wagons surrounded by a group with what seemed to be scale coated outer shirts in deep green on horseback who in pairs split off to guide each wagon once full. The final wagon half full with items was all that was left once you had arrived and behind the redhead in front of you up you climbed to sit on the end of the bench inside to catch the curious gaze of the armed scale armor clad Elf who would follow the wagon. To her had bob you mirrored the motion then faced forward in a try to ignore the constant stare of her and the glances back of the rider in front of the wagon wondering where this straggler had come from who was clearly injured.

Trees, miles of trees and a distant looming wall finally came into view that held a hidden entrance that you rode to and found yourself in the sights of more and more Elves at the stop of the wagon clearly near what would be stables for the horses they had ridden and used to pull the wagons. Last on and first off you stood underneath an endless tree head tilted back in awe until a voice drew your gaze lower to a different nodding redhead, “The public supper is served and the guard patrols should be done with the public baths once you are fed.”

“Oh, thank you,” you said in a turn to follow her guiding head nod behind the others to grant the other guards a chance to disclose to the Captain of the Guard just where this newcomer had joined their people. The most they could have learned was from a seamstress who overheard the Smith you had worked for that you were fished from the river and spoke of a flood that took your home. A fate that instantly, while still wary of you, extended their kindness to keep an eye out for any pains or sorrow you might bear from the terrible loss whether you chose to stay here or possibly request travel to another Elven Kingdom closet to where you were washed away from.

Timid and with eyes forward behind the Elf you had trotted to catch up to in line you waited to accept a large bowl of what seemed to be a hearty stew over rice under a butter brushed roll that had your mouth water to the point you nearly missed your turn to step to the table of glasses where you chose what smelled to be a fruit juice mixture with at least peach and cranberry in it. A half empty table called your name and on the stool there you sat careful to not knock it over and make a scene by accidentally hurling your food across table behind you in a fall backwards. Just the bowl and glass was where your focus was until your eyes rose to the ripple of Elves who stood up in the entrance of a trio of what you would have considered impossibly tall Elves with the same Captain if the Guard who had tipped you off to the free meal.

With the females around you in a curtsey you dipped in a lower of your eyes from the apparent King with a crown of silver branches topped with daisies and forget me nots that held back his long white locks, dressed in a long robe of silver between a second platinum haired Elf with scaled armor who wasn’t on the guard for the wagons, both with stoic expressions contrary to their golden haired companion. His long waist length curls held back in a ribbon ponytail dressed in a deep green robe to the knee accented with silver seams, quiver in his back and bow in hand. The three in your dip now with eyes on the lone raven haired Elleth in their midst. Hushedly in a mental inquiry the King asked in a dart of his eyes off the stranger now in their rise, “We have a guest?”

Tauriel replied, “Yes one of our Seamstresses overhead she was pulled from the river near Dale. A flood destroyed her home.”

Far more serious his face flinched in his glare to the wall ahead on news of another possible Elf Kingdom that had lost its foothold by accident or malicious intent. Five more steps he took in silence in the relax of his face to its prior stoic rest spot and he replied, “I shall send out inquiries of where those lands may be. Should our kin be scattered we should ready for more survivors of the flood or possibly belongings washed ashore.”

Behind their backs amongst the others you lowered to sit again, smoothing your skirts against your legs and the spoon in your bowl was lifted again for another filling bite. Not until a warm tear had rolled down your cheek the sink of your mood had been brought to your attention. Hastily you wiped away the tear and straightened up in a try to not break down in front of everyone. Two coins was all you had towards the future and the words of that shop keep popped in your head, Tuesday, he would see you Tuesday, four days away only made you wonder how you could fund your way here in this kingdom if you didn’t get free food daily at least once.

Empty bowl in hand the path to the trays to collect the dishes you walked and out curiously inspecting the halls that your compass guided you to towards the public bath. Only a few of the Elves were headed that way and past a door of steam from the open archway a length of hot springs and a waterfall far in the distance, past the open baths you walked towards the screen separated area where you assumed privacy would be guaranteed. Once inside the area you inhaled sharply at the sound of others in each closed off area. Sure to seal the opening to the tub you went and gave the sliding hatch a tug that let water from the spring inside until you sealed it again. Near to scalding the water shot out, you were glad to have done this first and turned to begin removing your layers. Near to tears the necklace holding your wedding rings was tucked into a pocket on the side of your enchanted bag you debated internally if you should wear them again now that your supposed husband was clearly dead. Down to nothing you stripped and with comb in hand each curl was seen to both before your wash and rinse.

Harsh and bad enough to make you bite your lip the palm of your hand stung once in the water along with your other cuts and scrapes you were unaware that the water was trying to heal. Soap from your bag was lifted and used to wash the rest of you. A soak didn’t seem to be possible at the sounds around you only heightening your nerves at being so bare to near public that killed your try to relax and soak a while. Right away you wrapped yourself in the towel there and released the drain hatch. Back to the bag you went and the underwear beside it were lifted and wiggled on up under the towel you then removed to better dry the rest of you to keep the mint green dress you had chosen to put on with long sleeves in case it got chilly later on. Simple shakes cleaned your clothes with mental charms before you eased them back into your bag. The set aside socks beside it that reached your knee were next to keep your boots from rubbing the skin more than necessary you added afterwards.

It didn’t matter truly, that was what you told yourself, who gave you the ring with a large rectangular emerald with two square diamonds on either side surrounded by more diamonds to wrap around the band paired with an all diamond wedding band. Onto your ring finger they were added again with your necklace to follow. Out again you went and alone you walked through the halls with your compass in hand unable to find a direction to a hotel or sort of room to rent for the night. Simply to keep from crying you strolled around with curls loose down your back, every lamp and torch along the way reflecting off the star like speckles trapped in each shadowy curl that drew attention from each guard and worker to the new stranger among them. Kitchens, a wine cellar and several empty halls were between you and the library where you ended up. Nice and quiet even a try to read ended up useless, though a window bench in the apparently forgotten corner of the kingdom was where you slept.

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Dawn was there to wake you and a guest bath was slipped in and out of to rinse away the tear stains from tears that had escaped you in the night. Back again you wandered the halls until a face from the crowds from the day prior on your wagon ride who shared that you could walk with them to the public breakfast. In a means to be kind he showed you to his table and on the end you simply listened to the conversation between the others until a huff in a shared task they were appointed with had your eyes lift and for that you volunteered. It was just the once but the option to hand over a tedious task became an avalanche all its own and for each task you completed more coins were handed over in return. While you were new and did draw attention everyone did have to appreciate how you had secured a firm place to stand in the numerous jobs to begin again.

Half the morning on your latest assignment was spent in rearranging a storage room that others usually mopped around the mounds of junk, trunks and crates that now after your furious cleaning frenzy aided by years of solitude and angry scrubbing was a tea room of sorts. Furniture was arranged and paintings leaned against the walls on tables at the lack of nails with shelves now housing the decorative objects you had found. Halfway burning and throbbing your palm, now freshly cleaned and rewrapped was pressed to your middle on the path back to the meet up with the Elf who had skipped on the task who gladly handed over two coins for the task. He then introduced you to the next one who had a couple jobs for you so he could spend some more time with his sweetheart he was wooing into a courtship. Change some towels and hand off some books and paperwork that would be required by others across the kingdom for a meeting.

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Beyond in a bad mood King Thranduil was storming his way back to his apartment for some well needed time alone. Aloofly taking notice of each head bobbing to him along the way mingled with a few curtsies in between. At least until his eyes rose to the staircase that lay between him and his floor and the new face to his halls was trotting down the steps with a haphazard pile of towels, books and scrolls pinned to their chest while their other hand clutched the hem of their mint dress.

Zero acknowledgement came from the odd new arrival who breezed right up to his side where she said trotting onwards, “On the stairs in a dress I’ll bow at the bottom or I’ll fall!” With each word mid step the King shifted to watch her path to the bottom where she promptly turned released her hem to dip into a hurried curtsy then grab her skirt again saying, “Your Majesty, very late, you look lovely today, periwinkle, very dashing on you, bye bye.” As soon as she had popped up again her body turned with a whip of those shadowy star speckled curls his eyes trailed over shamelessly and off she trotted again leaving just the puzzled King to turn to continue the shift of his weight on his higher foot to continue climbing the steps. Though now with the corner of his mouth unknowingly ticked upwards ever so slightly.

She was the reason he was upset, however indirectly, that loss of her home stirred up all the pain and fears trapped deep within him. It couldn’t be helped any threat to any of his kin, however distant always triggered something. Although she seemed at least a hint content here in these new lands that gave him a hope that she might stay here and not wish to be transferred to another kingdom. Brief glimpses others had given notice that some means of work had been gathered already along with what he hoped to be a hint of friendship that could brew amongst his people and her.

Letters, a full bundle of them, had been sent off to every kingdom within flight range for his messenger birds with requests to send out word even farther to see where this storm had swept that woman into those waters. There were only two locations that that area of the river had stemmed from, the Forest River and the less likely far Southern Celdwin River. Only Angmar was close to the Forest River which ran through his lands that contained no hidden kingdom he was not aware of, he knew of a few treetop communities who chose not to live inside the mountain keep he ruled over but none of them had her face or those dark starry curls.

There wasn’t a kingdom he could think of that could have had the materials or designs to the embroidered scenes across the skirts of both from yesterday and today’s. Not to mention those gems, just those clear stones alone void of any glow were strange, not of this continent he had ever seen and he was older than the sun itself. Just a necklace and ring, the latter his focus to his bedroom had centered on in wonder for lack of view on what finger it sat on. Though by the time he plopped into his chair a hand rose up for fingers to trail over the edges of his own ear with mind honed in on the decoration to that Elleth’s ears, an adornment that made her all the rarer as to where he could have gotten them.

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“Lovely,” you muttered to yourself inside your head, “Called the King lovely, first meeting, you’re lovely…” Mid handoff of the scrolls all you could think of was the yet to be seen Queen that would toss you out of the front gates to leave you to the wilds alone if he did share your nerve wracked slip of the tongue.

Books were handed over next when you heard the name of the King in passing and that of the Prince in a hushed mention on the late Queen’s sitting room for guests having been fixed up. Towels however was what you shook your mind to focus on distributing them to where they were needed. And far off of the widowed King and the Elves stunned about the now fixed up room you couldn’t understand what the importance to everyone that it had been fixed up unless it was another public space you would one day run across.

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Orange in hand you sat down on a bench outside overlooking a distant grazing herd of Elk and a closer group of horses milled around lazily on their warm afternoon. Another bite of the slice in your fingertips and a tan stallion with a dark mane turned its head and began to walk over. The curly haired blonde from the day prior had the stallion huffing and stomping off at his call to go for a ride spoiling his snack.

Loud whinnies however broke your focus and from the bench you rose and strolled across the tall grass glad you had changed into a pair of trousers and a loose tunic vest pair. The past few days had been tiring and tomorrow you had decided to rest up before the infamous Tuesday return to Dale where you would be racing across that city once again. Nearly to eight feet tall and furious a dappled mare bucked and jumped inside a stall alone in the stables another Elf had simply walked out of with a dejected sigh at the furious creature. Who upon his exit flared its nostrils at you, “Hey do you want an orange slice?” A try to offer the slice had it turn and kick the door that bowed and straightened again. From the door to the horse your eyes shifted and you said, “Can’t be comfortable in here all by your lonesome. Why won’t anyone take you out in the sun?”

Loudly a whinny and snort was your reply and you said, “Ooh, you want to bite me, don’t you? Well, see you’ll have to be let out to do that won’t you grumpy?” The slide of the pin you removed from the lock had its eyes dart from the door to you and back again as you turned to stroll to the door. “I’m gonna go for a run if you feel like getting some sun.”

Just past the large open doorway you heard the door to the stall open triggering your pleased smirk. The orange finished off in a couple more bites. Off towards the pathway through the trees while winding up your long braid into a bun to keep it from your face or catching on anything. Hoof steps behind you sounded the exit of the mare who looked around for the one who had set her loose.

Just on the cusp of the tree line however you finished off the orange and pressed more weight into the hall of one foot at the sound of the horse picking up its pace to catch up to you. Slow at first you began a trot gaining speed at the echoing hooves that sped up to catch you. Sight of the horse in chase not missed by the head of the herd of Elk had him rapidly in chase as well to aid in a stop to any try for an attack. Giggled comments to the horse to egg her on in the now apparent race calmed the Elk who now remained in chase but hung back to ensure no harm would come to the little Elleth.

That particular mare was known to be temperamental however Former Queen and mother to King Thranduil had been the one to take her and gain trust enough to ride her and since her choose to sail to Valinor the young mare had not taken the loss of its partner very well at all. This was an odd way to gain a horse’s trust. Yet to simply see her in more than a reluctant stroll and plop under a tree when the stables grew too warm in the summer warmed the hearts of the Elk and now the two young stallion you raced last that gleefully trotted after your group soon to gain more shadows.

Normally you would be bested easily at the speed you were at, yet thanks to this winding path you had a good lead from the horse and Elk who watched you pick up speed in the sights of the paused Lord Glorfindel who had come in curiosity of the sound of thundering hooves in this part of the woods. Atop his tan colored steed he sat with mouth open at the full speed charge you gave to the fallen log blocking off the return path to the long grass pastures that had been yet to be cleared after their last storm had blown it over there. More that six feet into the air you leapt with a tuck to your legs nearly to your chest to clear the log. A move that had the Lord holding his breath until the confirming sound of your feet back into the dirt that shifted in two dips below your feet. Three more steps came before a startled squeak and a thunk with pained giggles to follow.

Sat there in awe he watched the Elk in his dart around the mare to leap a good foot above the log. Who landed and was seen from the cheek up over it in a slowed trot to circle and stop in a stare at the ground in the leap of the other five young horses. Who each gave excited an whinny for their safe landing, the last turned to find their little brother walking around the end of the fallen log in their short stature that kept them from possibly making it that was welcomed back by brother and friends for having kept up to that point. Their celebration moved to their parents still grazing in the stroll of the mare to the log the speckled mare looked over to see you still on the ground tapping your fingers to your bloody temple. A raised knot in a log was all it took for you to tumble and bump your head into another root that couldn’t move fast enough to prevent harm.

Off to the side you waited in front of the Elk that loomed over your head with each pass of the horses in the still of the world that had just been spinning for a few moments. And up onto your elbows you propped yourself now feeling the pinch in your ankle you had twisted to lock eyes with the mare asking, “Are you trying to say you can’t get over that log? I have seen your legs you know.” She replied with a glare and an irritated whinny and you said, “I’ve got two legs and I made it and you’re way taller than me.” Again she snorted and turned sharp to stomp her way back to where Glorfindel sat in a fight to not smirk and watch the turn and lightning race back to the log. She soared high above it with a smooth landing and loud whinnies to gloat about the better form and elevation in her prance away to the sight of the confused Elleth who had brought her next meal who saw her in the pasture after being told she wouldn’t let anyone let her out again today.

This was gonna be difficult, but all the same you pressed your hands into the dirt and hoisted yourself up into your good foot. Much easier though with the snout that scooped under your back to get you up from the Elk. In a pivot you turned and gave him a kind pat, “Thank you. I’m all good I’ll hobble my way in now.” His head rose so he could watch your pained try to put weight on your left foot to get simply a hurried limp of a step. Right over the top of the log he caught eyes with the Lord’s back and huffed. Three steps and his head lowered again, this time to scoop you up mid hopping step onto his antler to with ease begin the trot to the Palace.

Straight inside he went and in a frozen state of shock you sat in full view of the scattered Elves that parted to allow the Elk past in each hall and corridor from one end of the kingdom to the other. Even past the Elf King who turned on his way to a meeting to see the dirt coated bloody guest his Elk was delivering to the Healing Wing that narrowed his eyes in confusion for what could have happened to urge his steed Tuo to take it upon himself to deliver you to be healed right away. A huff was given and he turned to head for his meeting with assurance to himself that he would find you later to inquire upon what had occurred.

Right to the double doors left open you were carried with echoes of hooves that turned the Healers’ heads to gawk at the injured guest they hurried over to help down. And with your weight braced to hop to one of the empty beds while the Elk you thanked turned to trot back to his herd content the little Elleth was being seen to. Damp cloths helped to find the wounds both from today and days prior that were rinsed and came with a trip to the private bath there. Stripped in the midst of a trio of Elleths over your head and limbs water pitchers were poured for a bath before the soak to heal your injuries would come. Gently they lowered your cut hand into the water while under the surface another rubbed and stretched your twisted ankle that the swelling was dropping steadily. From your bag a change of clothes was found and at their refusal to take payment you walked out of the Healing Wing to find a place to hide after the embarrassing ride through so many people that no doubt would put you as the biggest joke of the year.

The library was helpful for that again and late to supper there were few still there by the time you took your seat to eat and then return to your hiding spot. The absence was not missed and many an Elf took it upon themselves to search for the injured newcomer in a means to check on you and to share you were not the first citizen that the steeds had drug off to the Healing Wing in case of any embarrassment with ample ready to share their tales. Both of the trip and the personal meetings with the King afterwards in an assurance for him that they weren’t too terribly injured and were seen to with the utmost care.

 *

 Always Thranduil had assumed he was in charge of things around his kingdom, now he was not so certain. One newcomer and everything had changed. Each and every guest chamber had been searched after the first night when his trip to the usual Elleths that ran the refuge dwellings that you should have been assigned to had turned up empty. This was how it went. Newcomers arrive, are fed then bathe and then led to one of the refuge dwellings until they had confirmed that this was where they felt a wish to remain then amongst the guest quarters an apartment would be assigned, normally near to a friend they had made.

Nowhere, you had been assigned nowhere, the illustrious Mistress Pear. According to echoes from the Dale trip and the few you had spoken to who hadn’t quite caught what your first name leaving him to an odd surname that left him to assume you might hail from some sliver of mortals to have a surname at all, as it was not formatted to be the name of an ancestor or parent by their culture rules on stating such lineages.

By the minute after his hearing that you had left both the Healing Wing and Public Supper Hall his rage bubbled out from his hours of irritation as to what impression as a King he had given this kind, hard working and now injured refugee that was dwelling who knows where each night at this apparent massive skimp in regulations to ensure his people were safe. He would find you tomorrow, somehow if he had to ride to Dale himself and apologize fervently until you forgave him and his people. But for tonight he knew what he would do, turn from his usual maps and consult the older records to find some sort of hint as to where that flood could have stemmed from to wash you up here alone with still no sight of anyone or anything else in the rivers nearby.

And that was exactly where he found his answer, not to the maps, but to you. Faced away from him with starlit curls hung to the ground off the end of the window bench you were draped across on your side with bag as your pillow he found you. For who knows how long he stood there with hand blocking the lantern light with his free hand he had used to light his way as he stood watching your sleeping sniffle. Clearly deep in sleep a regulatory sniffle had come once then again to the streams of tears that in the reflection on the window were tears that rolled out across the edge of your nose while you slept. Each one stabbed deeper into his chest in an endless internal scream of pleas to know why you wept and how he may just smooth off the edges of that pain away with an apartment or anything else you may desire.

The Prince with word of his latest patrol broke his stare and claimed one of his own a moment to have his father show him to the hall where he said, “You are in one piece. I take it your patrol went well?”

“Ada,” the Prince was barely able to voice, sharply he drew in a breath and asked, “That is where the new guest has been sleeping?”

“For at least tonight it would seem. I shall meet with her in the morning to discuss her living quarters myself as there has been an egregious error that has left her to this window bench for a bed.” In a sweep of his eyes over his son’s face at his glance to the doorway again he asked, “The patrols?”

Pt 2

All –

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X Thranduil - @evyiione​, @sweetlytenacious25, @tigereyesf​, @pastelhexmaniac, @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore​

x Ash - @fandomsstolemylife00​, @lilith15000​

[jadenlapointe]

ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴅɪᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ : ᴊᴀᴅᴇɴ ʟᴀᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇ

( @rocketfm )

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Full Name: Jaden Jace Lapointe

Reason for name: His mother loved the name Jaden, and ‘Jace’ is similar to his father’s middle name of ‘Ace’ — it seemed the Lapointe’s were a fan of alliteration.

Nickname(s): JJ, Jay, Jeej, J-dog

Date of Birth: July 23rd , 1991

Age: 30 years

Gender + Pronouns: Male + He/Him

Place of birth: LaFayette, Alabama

Parents: Ashwin Lapointe + Hilary Lapointe (née Pollock)

Siblings: None

Relationship with family: Jaden is very close with his family. They only live down the street from one another but him and his father are best friends and they call each other once a week, if not more, just to catch up.

Pets: Buffy Lapointe (pitbull), Legs Lapointe (frog).

PHYSICAL:

Height: 6’0”

Build: Broad, Athletic

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: English, Welsh, Czech, Swedish.

Distinguishing Facial Features: Inch long scar across his forehead, high cheekbones, strong eyebrows.

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Usual Hair Style: Messy, unkempt, impossible time style so he doesn’t bother.

Eye Color: Brown/Hazel

Complexion: Freckles when it’s sunny, tanned skin tone, no birthmarks, scar on his forehead, scars on his leg.  

Disabilities: Transtibial amputation of right leg, PTSD

What do they consider their best feature?: Cheekbones or his butt

Worst they’ve ever been injured?: Jaden was a victim of a car accident just over a year ago now. The car flipped when he was trying to avoid an animal in the road and rolled down a bank alongside the highway, crushing the lower half of his right leg to the point where he needed an amputation. Following this he was in hospital for the best part of a month, and has a pretty severe case of PTSD to go alongside it.

APPEARANCE:

Favorite outfit: More often than not Jaden wears an open plaid shirt with a graphic t-shirt beneath, blue or black turned-up jeans and either Doc Martens or Converse sneakers.

Glasses? Contacts?: Jaden needs glasses, although he rarely wears them.

Personal Hygiene: It’s best not to comment on this. Let’s just say he tries his best, okay?

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: For piercings he has a hoop in one ear, and three tattoos - a roman numeral of ‘12′ on his wrist, a skateboard on the other wrist, and the initial ‘J’ on the inside of his wrist which was stick ‘n’ poked by his girlfriend before they were together.

What does their voice sound like?: Deep, soft and kind, a little more rugged and raspy in the mornings.

Style of speech: Loud & rambling.

Accent?: A slight Southern twang which gets more pronounced when he’s angry, or turned on.

Unique mannerisms/physical habits: Nail-biting.

Left handed or right?: Right handed.

Do they work out/exercise?: He tries to work out as much as he can but his couch (and video games) continue to call his name.

BELIEFS & INTELLECT:

Known Languages: English

Zodiac: Leo

Gifts/talents: Basketball, surfing, skateboarding, technological know-how. 

Religious stance: Atheist.

Political stance: Left-wing.

Pet peeves: Arrogance.

Optimist or pessimist: Optimist

Extrovert or introvert: Extrovert

INTIMACY & RELATIONSHPS:

Relationship status: Taken by @junigreen

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Ideal mate/qualities they look for in mate: Petite, feisty, good sense of humour.

Ever been in love?: Yes

What’s their love language?: Cuddling, affirmation.

Most important person in their life?: Buffy Lapointe (yes, she counts).

VOCATION:

Level of education: High school level

Profession: Self Employed as an IT Tech

Past occupations: Delivery driver, Surf instructor, Convenience store worker, cashier at the UFO emporium.

Dream occupation: Professional basketball player.

Passions: Sports, video games, movies.

Attitude towards current job: Apathetic

Spender or Saver? Why?: Saver, they have to be. Jaden still has huge hospital bills to pay off which leaves little wiggle room for treats.

Which is more important – money or doing something they love?: Doing something they love.

SECRETS:

Phobias: Cars, clowns, isolation.

Life goals: To follow in the footsteps of his parents and live a nomadic lifestyle with his future kids, to learn to drive again.

Greatest fears: Being in another accident, losing a loved one.

Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him: Jaden peed on a nurse during his extended hospital stay, a mishap with a replaced catheter.

Something they’ve never told anyone: Some of his stranger kinks remain a close-guarded secret.

Biggest regret: Not travelling more when he had the chance.

Compulsions: Exploration.

Police/Criminal/Legal record: Jaden has comitted a few petty crimes (trespassing, vandalism etc) although nothing to warrant a sentence. 

Vices: Casual marijuana use.

PREFERENCES:

Hobbies: Basketball, skateboarding, video games, paint-balling, movie marathons, urban exploration.

Favorite color: Blue.

Favorite smell: Citrus, rainfall, clean sheets.

Favorite food: Pizza, pasta, french fries, candy – anything unhealthy.

Favorite book: Jaws - Peter Benchley.

Favorite movie: Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure

Favorite song: The Queen Is Dead - The Smiths.

Coffee or tea?: Coffee.

Favorite type of weather: Sunny, warm weather.

Most prized possession: His slushie machine.

Most used word or phrase?: Totally, for sure.

[popculturebuffet]

Amphibia Reviews: The First Temple or Bessie and Joe: The New OTP

Hello all you happy people! Amphibia season 2 moves right a long and it’s time for some video game shenanigans as we enter The First Temple! Family drama, snail on bird action, and outhouses await you under the cut with a recap/review with full spoilers. 

So we open with the Plantars having chocopillbug pancakes. Ironically my mom offered me chocolate chip pancakes after this and thank god for that. This is a rare treat to the point Anne didn’t even know they had choclate, and is suprisingly not strangling Hop Pop over this. Unsuprisingly he broke out the good stuff to try and make up for hiding the box and things are still VERY awkward between the two, with Hop Pop walking on Egghshells around Anne and Anne doing the same when he brings it up with both desperatley trying to avoid the subject and Sprig not helping by bringing it up a bunch. 

I like this a lot and didn’t really think about the series continuting any tension over his decision.. but should have. Partly because this is a modern animated show and most of this wonderful new wave of shows have a LOT of emotional nuance. ANd partly because this show dosen’t forget things even most nuanced shows forget: the fact the characters cause chaos and learn life lesons is outright RECOGNZIED by the show as a pattern and brought up quite often, as are the patterns that lead to it, like mostly being sprig and anne, anne’s impulsivness that sort of thing. It’s the kind of thing you just gloss over in most shows but this one lampshades to hell and back for funsies so when something THIS important happens, you’d better belivie it’s not just going to disappear. 

The tensions thankfully broken by a new arrival, as a massive sparrow shows up in the yard. “It’s a giant bird with.. books on it’s back.. what. “ Great delivery from bill there. Naturally it’s Marcy! 

I missed this little goober. Such a joy to be around, and she of course marvels over the Plantar’s house before getting back on track: She’s found the first temple.. even though she sent a letter saying that and it’s not commented on that she did. It set off the whole previous episode Marcy... you okay Mar-Mar?

That aside though it’s time for the first temple and Marcy asks for the Box, with Sprig trying to make a joke about how good thing she didn’t ask for it a week ago. 

Polly rightly punches him in the ribs... do frogs have ribs? Hold on.. okay here we go

Huh.. so they do not You learn something new every day. Well lack of ribs or no our heroes are ready.. while Marcy’s sparrow Joe is also ready TO GET IT ON. Yes really, he does a mating dance for Bessie, complete with an intersumental version of “Sylvia” from last season. God damn that bird’s got game. The only time i’ve seen more game is THIS. 

 Marcy tells him to knock it off. Look marcy your a pet owner now and as a pet owner, it’s your responsiblity.. to let your giant bird do horrifying things with a slightly smaller but still giant snail. it’s what nature intended. Nature was doing a lot of cocaine that day but we still honor her wishes. 

But anyways Marcy’s figure out something intresting about the box.. by winding it just right the gems pop out, which allows her to take one, we later find out it’s the green one, to use in the temple. So off we go with Marcy and the rest of the kids up top and Hop Pop.. screaming in Joe Sparrows claws. He’s fine. 

So while they get ready, Anne worries about the amount of puzzles and hazzards Marcy’s hyping for this but Marcy shurgs it off and gives her own big boast about how may RTS she’s beaten.. suspciously like Yuaan as one post on here pointed out. Not a huge suprise though, to Marcy she’d just be the grand hero out of one of her rpg’s and not think of how many people she probably killed or who she’s working for.. though you’d THNK given all the RPG’s both tapetop and on her switch she’s played, that Marcy would see that “the benevolent king turns out to be the big bad” trope coming. 

But Anne’s worry is not on the big bad of the show but on Marcy who has a tendency to get so in the zone she ignores the world around her, which goes from focusing on her game while helping anne get softserve leading to a mess, not letting Anne down in a play and.. Anne catching Marcy on tv as all the snakes escape from the zoo. 

Regardless our heroes arrive and while the awkwardness between anne and hop pop continues, they find a majestic temple.. and what appears to be an outhouse. Hey we all gotta poop sometimes, even people making a majestic temple.  If you don’t it comes out like this. 

So they head in and we get our first puzzle, a mysterious cube that lifts you into the air and allows you to tilt the thing around. 

Those of you wondering why I have such a strong reaction have ever never played breath of the wild or played it with a pro controller, i.e. NOT having to tilt the very thing your screen is on because Nintendo has failed to grasp that MAYBE people don’t like that, that it takes you out of the experince and that it’s really hard to focus on your screen while having to move the fucking system about. And the plantar’s getting horribly jostled around as she moves it is EXACTLY how it feels to play a puzzle requring that shit. 

Next is a color based tile dungeon leftover from Link’s Awakening DX. As marcy figures out the reds do fire and the blues do crushing... but she reads the language (And as she put earlier “Guess who learned an entire dead language?” God she’s precious. ) and finds a green with envy pun (Which Hop Pop takes offense to.. several of his friends are green.). Which is curious as given several citzens of amphibia are green.. why would they make a green pun? So she gets on one tile and Hop Pop plans to take the risk of getting on the other green tile, but Anne does it instead.. and things get heated between the two as Anne reveals she no longe feels like family since he did what he did for polly and sprig and hop pop takes offense as she IS. Even if he screwed up with her. But Anne’s near death experince activates the tile. 

The final challnge switches us from Zelda.. to Harry Freaking Potter. 

Now I used to love Harry Potter, with all of my heart. Then JK Rowling turned out to be a transphobic piece of shit who thinks she’s an ally, but is really a bigot who wants to “accept” trans people without giving them any rights. So yeah while I still love the starkid musicals, ore more accuratley the music from them, and own a copy of lego harry potter I got as a gift recently as both parties had no idea she was a monster when this stuff was made. Still a sore subject though, but if I didn’t bring up the similiarties I wouldn’t be doing my job as a critic and this was likely thought up long before JK outed herself as well...

No no the great mighty poo respects all peoples.. and wants to take their heads and ram it up his butt. He’s an equal opportunity butt rammer. 

Anyways this is the frog equivlent of chess flipfrog, and just like with Wizard chess, our heroes end up as the pieces minus marcy.. and in a nice twist on that scene, Anne ends up on the other side. Marcy is a grandmaster at it though so after an hour or so of play she almost wins.. only for the king equilvent to refuse to be taken and the automatic board she’s up against to send Anne against hop pop, and with our heroes magically restrained and given stone weapons, this can’t end well. Eventually though Anne’s forced to hit HOp Pop multiple times and while he says “well isn’t this what you wanted”, she says no.. she didn’t want to phsyically hurt him it’s just complicated. So we get one heck of an emotioinal scene as Hop Pop just wants to help and wants this to stop and dosen’t knoow how to fix this which as someone who desperatlyt ries to fix most emotional situations right away this hit very hard.. and her response of needing time hit harder. The two while not reconciled, ar ecloser to it and Marcy realizes what she’s done getting so obessed with winning and forfits for thier benifit. Our heroes leave, seemingly having lost.. only to find glowing arrows to the crap hole, which turns out to be the pedistal. The temple wasn’t just an intellegence test but empathy.. and the temples are clearly built to specifically test each of the chosen three, our heroines, specifically. Marcy’s tested her intellegence.. but also her willingness to let go of cold clyincal thought to do the right thing. That earns her her gem recharged and a flash in her eyes and her gem starts pointing to the next. She needs time to triangulate and hop pop and anne are back on workable footing... though our heroes offer to take a break instead of going to the next temple. 

Back in Newtopia, Yuaan reports on the toads gathering.. but dosen’t get to mentioning sasha before Marcy’s letter interrupts and Andridas oddly and aburbly dimisses her.. and goes to talk to a watcher with a thousand eyes, his “master” who has plans to undo the prophcey and get their revenge. 

Final Thoughts: This was a damn fine episode that gave Marcy some much needed character development, and gave the reveals of last episode some more emotiional fallout.  It also had some really great jokes as always. Top notch stuf. 

Next Time: Marcy tries to win everyone over through science and we FINALLY get an episode with the Frog Robot apparently. Horay

Next on this Blog: We go into final space yo! It’s unexpected births, ho yay, and horrifying zombie gary’s galore! 

Until then if you liked this review, follow me for more, join my patreon, comission a review if you please and i’ll see you at the next rainbow. Play us out jeff... and I haven’t done THAT bit in a while but eh. This song was too perfect. 

[rons-hermiones]

Come Find Me

Come Find Me

by rons-hermiones

Summary: Unplanned, Hermione is forced to spend Christmas at the Burrow due to her grandmother falling very ill. After being ignored by Hermione for weeks, Ron is determined to show her how much she means to him. Just before he gets the chance to tell her, Bellatrix Lestrange shows up with other plans for Hermione. Can Ron get to her before it's too late? (Ron/Hermione Half-Blood Prince AU)

Rating: M for language & dark themes in later chapters.

Chapter Thirteen

With unsure nods, the pair vacated the kitchen and back into the living room. There was a mix of weeping family members and those out doing something. Searching the area, thinking of where Hermione could’ve gone. 

Ron soon decides he’s done being in the mourning category. He needs to remain strong and vigilant, for no one else but Hermione. 

“Someone needs to get Dumbledore here.” Ron’s shaky voice says, commanding all eyes to him. 

“Albus?” Arthur asks curiously, his eyes a little glassed over as he rubs Molly’s back. 

The youngest Weasley brother nods, “You-Know-Who he wanted,” he inhaled, trying to keep his voice leveled, “he wanted Hermione.”

Eyes widened in shock. Bill’s mouth hangs open as Lupin furiously paces the room, tapping at his temple. 

“What would that bastard want with Hermione?” George grumbles lowly, but it’s loud enough for everyone to hear.

“We don’t know,” Harry finally spoke, “that’s why we need Dumbledore. Now.” His tone left no room for argument. 

“I’ll do it.” Lupin tells the group, stalking off to the kitchen. 

Everyone was rather astounded by the proclamation, they were expecting Remus to push Ron or Harry to divulge what happened.

“I got it.” Tonks announced, suddenly appearing from the back door. 

Everyone whirled around to face her, “her wand, I have it. It’s Hermione, isn’t it?” The woman’s voice became softer. 

Ron stepped forward and gently took it from Tonks hand. 

‘Not so brave without our wand, are we muddy?’ 

He shivers as the cold wood caresses his hand. 

“She hasn’t got a wand,” Ginny moaned behind the veil of hair she had been hiding behind, “she’ll die.” 

“Oi Ginny!” Ron said angrily, no one had ever seen him this mad before, his sister flinched. 

“Don’t you say things like that.” Molly told her daughter, hugging her to her chest. 

They were all interrupted by a soft rapping on a nearby window. 

“Dumbledore already?” Charlie said aloud. 

Instinctively, Ron pocketed Hermione’s vine wood wand and drew his own. Arthur lurched to the window, ready to strike, when he stopped. 

Breathing a sigh of relief he turned, “it’s your owl Harry.” 

“Hedwig?” He asked suspiciously as he stalked toward the bird. 

Tied to her leg was a rolled up piece of parchment. Giving her a nice pet first, he soon untied the contents and noticed it was addressed to Hermione. 

“Who is it?” Bill asked. 

He sucked in a breath, “it’s for Hermione, it’s from her parents.” His voice dropped at this. 

Molly suddenly let out a small cry, completely forgetting that her own parents were to be told that their child, their only child, was gone. 

“What’s it say?” Fred piped up from his spot on the arm chair. 

Harry’s eyes fell on Ron’s, “I’m not sure if it’s my place to open it.” 

Wordlessly, he passed the envelope over to Ron, whose mouth was agape at being trusted with such a thing. 

Ignoring the gazes from his family, he peeled open the thing and let his eyes fix on the page. He skimmed every other line as certain sentences stuck out. 

Merry Christmas! 

We’ll send your gifts as soon as we’re home. 

I hope you’re being kind to the Weasley’s. 

We’re sorry to tell you this way, please don’t be too upset.

Grandma Jean passed last night, on Christmas Eve. 

It was peaceful. 

She thought of your grandpa. 

She thought of you. 

Don’t disappear on the Weasley’s. 

Stay where you are. 

We’re fine. 

You have Ron and Harry. 

We love you. 

See you soon. 

He let the parchment flutter to the ground. He hadn’t had it in him to read the entirety of it, but what he read was enough. 

The phrases like ‘don’t disappear’, ‘stay where you are’, and ‘see you soon’ reverberated around in his head. 

“Ronnie, what is it?” Bill probed gently from his spot next to Fleur. 

He swallowed the bile in his throat, “her grandmother, she passed. She’s gone.” A few gasps filled the room, “their daughter, she’s, she’s gone too. How are we gonna tell them? How am I gonna tell them? It’s all my fault.” 

Despite not knowing what entailed, no one, besides Ron himself, blamed him for what happened. 

“Ron,” his mother swiftly budged in, ready to console her son. 

However, he was having none of it, he didn’t deserve it, “her parents they don’t know about any of this.” 

Late at night in fifth year, he found Hermione in the common room. She was working mercilessly over a piece of parchment as tears pooled on the pages. When he asked what was wrong, she finally let it out and admitted she’d been living a lie. Telling her parents Hogwarts was lovely and the only thing on her mind were exams. No dark lord, no death eaters. 

For a brief moment, he wondered if Harry knew too. 

“Not about You-Know-Who, not about Cedric, the department of mysteries, not even about prejudices against Muggleborns.” He admitted to everyone in the room. 

And by the look on Harry’s face, this was news to him. 

“Did you know?” Ginny dared to ask Harry. 

At this, the chosen one shook his head. Suddenly feeling guilty, Harry had been wallowing so much in his own problems he failed to be there for Hermione, who was fiercely loyal to him. 

“Why would she lie about that?” Fleur butted in, not judgmental, but just trying to understand. 

“She was scared they’d take her out of Hogwarts.” He told everyone, Tonks nods  in understanding, her dad being a Muggle. 

“Because of me.” Harry said without missing a beat. 

“No,” Ron protested. 

“Yes, she wouldn’t be in this position if it weren’t for me. She wouldn’t be gone, she wouldn’t be lying to her parents.” He stated, sure that was the case. 

“You’d also be dead without her.” His best friend stated with conviction. Ron was already lost in self wallowing, the last thing he needed was for Harry to drown in it too. “We both would be.” He couldn’t help but add, despite the situation being so close to home. 

“Ronnie,” Fred’s voice, sounding the most gentle he’s ever heard, broke through the air, “can you tell us what happened? Please.” He pleaded. After all, everyone here cared for Hermione too. 

A few times Ron opened and closed his mouth, not really knowing what to say. After fumbling like a fish for two minutes, he settled for something, “I’m not-“ I’m not strong enough. 

But, the words never came, a crack sounded outside, and for a sickening moment he imagined Bellatrix Lestrange to waltz through the door. 

Instead, he was meant by his fathers shouts, “it’s Dumbledore!” He exclaimed, opening the back door. 

In a moment's notice the Headmaster's looming six foot frame is towering in his doorway and at the sight, Ron knows somewhere within him he has to manage to be strong enough. 

“Albus.” Molly said, relieved at the sight of him, “we’re sorry to do this to you on Christmas and all.” She stood wiping at her eyes. 

The old man didn’t have the heart to tell everyone here that Christmas had long gone, it was nearing two in the morning. 

“Of course Molly. I’ve had Remus go collect Alastor and Kingsley. Nymphadora, do you mind getting Minerva for me?” He asked kindly, annoyingly calm if you ask Ron. 

Dumbledore, being one of the only people to get away with calling her that, Tonks just nodded to him as she stalked out to the backyard. 

Ron gulps, it’s just now hitting him how serious this all is. The Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful Wizard living, someone with their own bloody chocolate frog card is in his living room. But there’s no time to marvel at it or even feel shocked, because he knows why he’s here. 

He’s here because Hermione’s gone. 

Next, the white haired man found a spot on the sofa and surprisingly plopped down. “Now, I need to know everything if I am to help.” 

Ron’s still reeling from telling Harry and because of the owl from Hermione’s parents. And by the looks of it, Harry’s feeling the same as he stands stock still and paler than usual. 

Thankfully, Bill notices the boys expression and takes over as much as he can, “it all started we were all in here, opening gifts, and then,” 

“I was in the garden, we-,” he swallows the lump in his throat, “we were in the garden.” Ron almost whispers. 

A little awkwardly, unsure what to say, Bill just nods and goes on, “we were opening gifts and we heard a crack, apparition.” Dumbledore nods at this. 

“Two cracks.” Charlie interrupts, earning a slanted look from Bill. 

Doing his best to not get frustrated by the multitude of people butting in, he ignores it. “So we went outside. We heard her first...” he trailed, not wanting to say it. 

“It is crucial you tell me everything that happened, everything that was said.” Dumbledore reminded at his uncertainty. 

“Bellatrix,” Harry’s shaky voice said, “she was saying how she killed Sirius.” 

Everyone, Bill included, waits for Harry to continue the story on, but instead the dark haired boy offers the eldest Weasley a nod. 

“Greyback was with her too.” Bill added, “She didn’t say much honestly, nothing out of the ordinary. Recognized the lot of us, Tonks, Lupin, Harry, called us blood traitors, remembered Hermione from the ministry.” At the mention of her name the room tensed, “then she casted incendio around the Burrow and skipped away, literally.” 

Neither Ron or Harry made a move to fill in the gaps. 

Bill sighed, “Harry, he ran after her, Hermione followed, so did Ronnie. By the time they were all gone, the fire, it blocked the path.” 

At the admission, the chosen one's eyes bulged, “it’s all my fault. She ran after me.”

“Harry,” Ron tried weakly. 

Sensing the lack of energy, Fred surprisingly jumped in, “if one of you went all three one of you would’ve. You know that just as well as I do.”

“Mr.Weasley is correct, now I know this may be difficult but I’m going to need one of you to please tell me what occurred. This is the only way I’m able to help your friend.” The old man eyed Ron and Harry who had found themselves standing side by side against the window. 

“I can’t say much, I was running before I stunned Greyback. Hermione and Ron were with them longer.” Harry was able to speak, mustering any courage he had left. 

Ron stared blankly at his headmaster. 

“Ron.” His mother said gently, “please.” She sounded like she was crying. 

Sucking in a shaky breath, he hoped to some higher power this would be the last time he ever told this story. He knew he would be reliving it for the rest of his nights,  whenever he fell asleep. 

“I didn’t hear Bellatrix say much, not the first time at least,” this made the room shudder, “all I could see was her wand pressed to Hermione’s throat, Greyback was eying her like a meal, so I tried to disarm her.” His voice dropped, “it didn’t do anything, I couldn’t use any spells, I couldn’t hurt Hermione.” Ron’s eyes grew glassy, “then Harry came.” 

Seeing Ron needed a minute, the dark haired boy jumped in, “I stunned Greyback. He fell to the ground. It surprised Bellatrix, Hermione was able to get away. Next thing I knew, I was running.” His eyes flicked back to blue ones. 

“So were Hermione and I. She started going-going,” he’s stuttering, “going on about how Lestrange told her  that You-Know-Who, he’s been talking about her.” 

Small gasps filled the room, even Dumbledore’s eyes grew wide, “about Miss Granger?” 

Ron nodded stiffly, “she was certain they wouldn’t kill her, said they needed her for-for something. Bellatrix, she said she wasn’t here for Harry.” 

It was Harry’s turn for answers. His eyes pleaded with Dumbledore for any piece of wisdom, practically begging to know what game they were playing at. However, for once, the old man didn’t seem to know any answers now, they laid with Ron. 

The youngest Weasley brother sensed his responsibility and thought of Hermione, using her to be strong. 

“We stopped by the old oak tree to catch our breaths, we knew we had to go after Harry, but before we could we heard the two of them. She thought we were Harry, when she said as much, Greyback asked why it had mattered, they were on strict orders not to kill him.” 

“Why?” Harry’s voice broke, he needed to know. Bellatrix had ample opportunities to end it but she hadn’t. 

Dumbledore shook his head, “I can’t say for certain Harry. It sounds as if Voldemort,” the Weasley family shivered at the name, “wants you for himself. Tom has always been one for theatrics, anything for an act of defiance. What I can’t understand is why they didn’t attempt to apparate you.” He voiced aloud. 

Slowly, the Boy-Who-Lived nodded in acknowledgment, but certainly not in understanding. 

“What happened next Ron?” The man asked softly. 

He cleared his throat nervously, “Bellatrix, she said if she found me, that she’d-she’d kill me.” Nearby, Molly moaned in pain, falling into Ginny, “that I was just another blood traitor. But for Hermione, she said-” he shut his eyes tightly, “said she’d be a perfect gift for him.” 

They all knew who ‘he’ was. Fleur was trembling as the story continued, Ginny had the urge to clamp her hands over her ears, Charlie was fully engaged, and the twins nervously eyed the floor. 

“Said she was the brilliant one and all that, that she must know something and they’d get it out of her.” He released a breath, “Merlin, she’s so stupid, so stupid.” He began to cry. 

“Ron, you need to tell them. For her.” Harry reminded in an equally as broken whisper, clapping a hand on his shoulder to give him strength. 

“She knew they wanted to kill me and she knew they didn’t wanna kill her...” he trailed, wiping at his eyes. 

“No.” Fred said aloud, before he could help it, dropping his head in his hands, putting together what happened. 

“She casted the stunning spell on me and a disillusionment charm, there was a crack and she was gone.” Ron said it rushed, sloppily, unable to even get through it before collapsing against the wall. 

Molly stood up, sat down and embraced her son.  

“Did Bellatrix perform any spells or curses on Hermione?” Dumbledore asked the sobbing boy. 

“Albus.” Missus Weasley scolded. 

Ron shook his head numbly, “expelliarmus, that was it.” 

The old man paced around the room before directing his attention to Harry and Ron, the latter now calming in his mother’s embrace. 

“Did she know something?” He asked flustered. Harry’s never heard the professor sound so rushed, so panicked. It worried him to the core. 

Frantically, Potter shook his head, “I don't know, maybe, no? I don't know.” He’s panicking now too. 

The white haired man turns his attention to Ron, “she wouldn’t have to me anything, she wouldn’t.” It broke his heart even more, it’s just now hitting him that Hermione’s gone and he can’t remember the last thing he said to her. Just what he wanted to say. 

“Has she been fixated on anything? Talking, asking, reading?” He lists off, Harry hasn’t heard him use this tone since his name was pulled from the goblet of fire. 

The boys look at each other and think, but nothing comes up, they can’t even see straight. 

“That book.” Ginny states in a crisp voice, “she’s been reading the same book for weeks. Writing notes on it.” 

He rounded to the young girl, “what book?” 

Ginny shook her head unknowingly, “I don’t know. She puts it away whenever anyone comes around.” Her voice is uneven, but it’s evident she wants to help anyway she can. 

“The cover is black, there’s gold trim. There’s no title, very old looking.” Fleur speaks for the first time, recalling their time under the tree. 

“Do you know where it is?” He seemed determined to find it, Harry sensed realization in his eyes. 

Fleur shook her infadictly, Ginny shrugged, “her trunk?” She suggested. 

“Please take me there.” He said to no one in particular. 

Over his large frame, Ginny’s eyes found Harry’s, she nodded at him, signaling it was his duty. 

“Follow me.” Harry stood from the floor and rushed to the steps. 

Dumbledore’s robes flew behind him as the old man climbed the steps with fervor. When he reached Hermione’s trunk, he flung it open unceremoniously and ripped through its contents like a mad man. 

Harry had half the heart to scold him and be more gentle with her things. And he was just about to say as much, until the headmaster stopped moving. 

In his old, shaking hands, was that old thing that had been attached to Hermione for weeks. 

Harry had asked her about it a few times, she just said it was for ‘light reading’ and brushed him off. He chose not to mention it, reading was ordinary for her. 

Next, a brown journal was being pried open by Dumbledore. By the looks of it, the pages were spelled as he whispered a counter incantation to it as the witches neat scrawl filled the pages. 

“Hey, it’s just her diary! That’s private.” He scolded. 

And for the first time since they got up here, Dumbledore turned to him, eyes wide as saucers. 

“This is no diary Harry.”

[omniishambles]

MEDIA: MCU (Thor, The Dark World, Avengers, Ragnarok, Loki). FACE CLAIM: Tom Hiddleston. (Eva Green when female presenting). AGE: 1054 (appears in his 30s). GENDER: Genderfluid. OCCUPATION: God of Mischief. SPECIES: Frost Giant (Jotun). SEXUALITY: Bisexual. NATIONALITY: British sounding accent. EYE COLOUR: Blue. HAIR: Black, usually around shoulder length. Shorter in his young verse. HEIGHT: 6"2. SCARS: Numerous from torture by Thanos and Ebony Maw. LANGUAGES: Asgardian, English, Old Norse, Scandinavian, Norwegian. ZODIAC: Sagittarius, December 17th. RELATIONSHIPS: Thor, older brother.

- - BIOGRAPHY - -

Born Loki Laufeyson, to the race known as Jotun, the Frost Giants. He was a runt, deemed too small to survive (or be worth raising), and so his own parents abandoned him in the bitterly cold wastes of Jotunheim. This being one of the Nine Realms connected by Yggdrasil, it was by chance that Odin Borson stumbled across the baby during the aftermath of a battle with the Frost Giants.

He had lost an eye but gained a son, who he took back to Asgard and raised alongside his own son, Thor. Odin placed a powerful spell on Loki that would allow the baby to blend in as he grew older, hiding the blue skin of his heritage. Loki grew up alongside his brother and lived a happy, normal life, even if he felt himself standing in Thor’s shadow half the time. He grew close to his Mother, Frigga, who taught him all about magic and how to wield it. He learned to fight, particularly good with daggers and knives, often acting as a scalpel where Thor was- quite literally- a hammer.

When it came time for Thor to take Odin’s place as the ruler of Asgard, Loki was jealous. Although he loved his brother, Loki considered himself the better candidate- more studious, less hot-headed- and set out to prove it by allowing Jotun soldiers to enter the palace and attempt to steal a powerful weapon. Thor responded by going to Jotunheim and attacking, destroying the shaky peace that had been achieved between the realms.

Thor was banished to Midgard (Earth), as punishment, unable to lift his treasured hammer until he was worthy. The great stress of the situation combined with his age, Odin fell into a deep sleep, leaving Loki to take the throne. That was until his brother learned a lesson in humility and returned to Asgard to stop him. After a battle with his brother, Loki fell from the Bifrost, disappearing into the void of space and letting his family think he was dead.

Loki is highly intelligent but also a prankster, earning himself the title of God of Mischief from a young age. His magic is strong, and as a boy he often turned himself into animals to sneak up on his brother- or on one memorable occasion, turn his brother into a frog. He has a taste for power, a gift that Odin unconsciously passed on to his adopted son, often getting into terrible situations in order to achieve it. Loki is also a victim of pride, and this often gets the better of him. Generally he only cares about his own interests.

Enhanced strength, speed, agility, stamina and durability, extended lifespan, regenerative healing, immunity to subzero temperatures, illusion manipulations (holograms), duplication casting, shapeshifting, presence concealment (allowing himself to unnoticed by those around him), temporary mental manipulation, conjuration (can summon objects at will, such as his daggers, and conceal them again in a ‘pocket universe’), telekinesis.

- - VERSES - -

Young Verse Set anywhere from Loki’s childhood in Asgard to his mysterious disappearance off the edge of the Bifrost as a young man. He has delusions of grandeur and a feeling of entitlement which leads him into the path of Thanos.

The Avengers After suffering torture and coercion at the hands of the The Titan, Loki is out to retrieve the Tesseract and gain an army with which he can rule Midgard (Earth).

Post Dark World After being imprisoned in Asgard for his crimes, Loki is freed by his brother in order to avenge their Mother’s death and retrieve the Reality Stone from the hands of the Dark Elves. Loki fakes his death and returns to Asgard in the guise of their Father, Odin, whom he places under a spell and exiles to Earth.

Ragnarok Tossed from the Bifrost by their vengeful big sister, Loki and Thor find themselves trapped on a party planet known as Sakarr. However, Loki arrives first and gets the upper hand on his brother by befriending the strange ruler of the planet, The Grandmaster.

TVA Verse 1 After deviating from The Sacred Timeline with a stolen Tesseract, Loki discovers that the universe is much smaller than he thought. In this verse, Loki has managed to wrangle himself a position as an agent for the Time Variance Authority, investigating any strange ripples in the timeline.

TVA Verse 2 After being dumped into an alternate timeline, Loki is reeling from the betrayal by Sylvie and the loss of his newfound friend, Mobius. Alone and trapped in a radically changed universe, he’s trying to figure out how to fix the timeline- or get back to the one that he came from.

FBI AU - created with @imprvdente After losing the Mobius he’d come to know, Loki stumbled into an alternate timeline where both Mobius and his childhood friend, Fish, were working for the FBI. Desperate to cling to familiarity, Loki decided to stay, hoping that the TVA wouldn’t follow with the distraction of the broken timeline. Now he’s Agent Odinson, tracking down serial killers and starting his life again on Earth.

The Umbrella Academy ‘Adopted’ by Reginald Hargreeves and dubbed Number Ten, also known as Loki. He’s able to create elaborate illusions and place images into the minds of others, tricking them in all sorts of ways. After the Academy disbanded, Loki turned to crime as a means of getting attention and flaunting his powers.

[jimmyflemion]

Hi everyone. The Spiritual album is here. Damaged Goods  / Sinned in Reverse. Out now! Finally. Our album that has been talked about in interviews & the works for the last 30 years. Today digitally available everywhere. Always had it in mind for this to come out as an album in album form (who knows, maybe someday?) but now that it has been finished this seemed the perfect time for its release. Over the last 9 years all the song versions were listened to meticulously, chosen, vocals & instruments added & recorded, the theme of the story & running order placed in a schematic theme, mixed, mastered & the artwork went through several renovations until today as it stands in its completed form. Whenever it seemed like it was finished & patience had given out, there was that voice saying that when the time was right it would be ready. Why are any of us here? Our spirits, our souls, the learning, the forgetting, the remembering. What is my purpose? Is it something other than what I think it is? Am I supposed to be helping in some other way? I often ask myself these questions. Music always has given me hope to figure out these things & be good with myself & my choices, helping me to make sense. I often think of my sins & sins of omission words I feel I should have said or shouldn’t have said. The life I’ve led, previous lives. Being honest with myself & others & communicating my feelings freely & openly. Reflecting how my life would have changed dramatically. Often pointing the finger & not owning up to my own part in things. We all play a part in the communion. I’ve judged so much in my life. Through my own faults perceived through my own judgement, I become more & more conscientious & conscious & not so much on autopilot. For those I’ve hurt through my own neglect, I offer my sincere apologies. To be good with yourself & your pure refection brings peace. Myself & my brother were The Frogs. We grew up together, played & wrote songs entwining a world revered & a world despised & quickly scribed them with quill, in the end giving you the listeners your own choice in choosing where your heart aligns. From seeing both sides of characters as well as taking an honest look at ourselves, there began an introspection as to who we are as humans & it made its’ way into the work. We uncovered a society of depravity we had no intention of joining. Although given somewhat of a view of the music biz here & there from a ringside seat, in fact we were never invited to the party for we posed a threat in seeing through your false idol’s bullshit. We were different, we didn’t fit in & in retrospect a very good thing to be, working in our favor. But alas however cool or punk or whatever someone might think that might feel it took on an aura of loneliness. We were outsiders, who still in a way wanted for our ego’s sake (remember this is show biz, it takes some sort of ego to continue on, year after year) to be appreciated or make some sort of a living at this game. However, looking at things now, there really was never anything we missed out on, knowing how proud he was of me & I of him & what we set out to do through our creativity. I am reminded by a beautiful princess who once upon a time told me, we are all frogs. We are God’s children that keep getting turned into frogs & under the spell of the witches. The Frogs, the band represents all the frogs of the world. The Frogs, the band are the narrator, the storyteller as in the fairytale. The Frogs have their sweet revenge by flipping, showing the people thru song their own judgements of what beauty, evil, cruelty & perception of what is truth or not. You are the judge. It’s always been up to the listener of the message what they were to receive from it to learn or unlearn. Like a lot of music itself, it’s multilayered, multidimensional, the listener gets to decide what it means. We are all frogs, right & wrong, good & bad, ugly & beautiful, loving & hateful, mean & kind. We have a choice. Thru our own experience, we can heal & help to shine our light or to stay in the darkness & continue to judge all of it or accept & return to all that is within us which is love. & somewhere within all that we must not forget what they do to frogs in school’s biology class, cutting them open, dissecting removing parts showing children that it is ok in the name of science & men who eat & destroy the lives of children. Becoming comfortable with these ideas as if it’s cool or gross, not really understanding what they are doing. That which was once life, God’s creation lie there on the table, it represents us thru the fairytales. Being manipulated, being blinded from the day of our birth that we should be okay with all this and yet that is the great big lie too. The world you, we know/knew & the people of it that revel & cling to darkness remain at that vibration until they subscribe to the light. The light is for all yet some have an allergic reaction to it due to their disposition & judgement of the collective creation. The Frogs, myself and my brother spoke the truth about everything the 3rd dimensional world holds & ascending dimensions above. Together we were not puppets, poseurs, plagiarists or frauds, follow the long lost line of money, our trail is short. Those who hijack the heart will find & attract those of like. There remains nothing to be taught or learned for the kingdom of heaven is within, pretty simple. It’s easy to innerstand, if one makes a concerted conscious effort to spread love as opposed to their fascination with fear & pornographic obsession with death, which spoiler alert walks hand in hand with life. The music we created has nothing to do with “satire”, in fact at times there is no rhyme & reason & in times needed there is rhyme & reason. A fool auditions for a song, a wise man dresses up in costume, the world’s zoo comes to life & appears & disappears in illusion or what some call magic or a critic appears on notice to define art. There is a floodgate of material & songs to peruse & at times it makes the most sense to corral them conceptually. I used to be so concerned on being comprehended correctly to my liking but matters not. If I must spell it out, see how the Phoenicians, use their created language & words in plain sight, with the word spell to cast spells. In conclusion, the words with respect to the music are laced with wisdom. There is no other way. The goal, the direction, the soul purpose being co-creating beautiful sounds, energy & vibrations with the maker. In appreciation of creation. The heart beats, the world turns, the divine nature of the soul is changeless, without wavering, it answers the call of protecting & nurturing the mutual life force. Love avoids competition as it stands in its own sovereignty. ‘Tis the very common ground we all share & vibrate to. No one else can control our destiny, that which we were put on this plane, planet earth to fulfill. There was a shared mission only Dennis & I shared. The understanding & meaning that music in the right hands transforms the soul. Caging people, labeling, putting them in boxes, thinking these monsters own you is the absolute antithesis of love. The angels provide the roadmap, speak to them, I’ve spoken in song about freedom, having loved the show “Born Free” growing up under the Leo sign. I pray someday people that are real will find like minded humans & the fake actors satisfied with their empty empathy will have a true awakening. Judge much, yes but ‘tis a lonely world full of ghosts. So on a lighter note, as we float higher, what have I learned in all these years later 9 since Dennis has passed. What I’ve always known that I am so beyond blessed & grateful to have had him as my brother, how much love, care & detail he put into every moment of his life, how much he gave & how everything was a gift, how much he cherished life & being in everyone’s presence. His heart was always in the right place. An angel. Finally this album is the final Frogs album (the spiritual album that has been promised for years) 32 tracks, (number 5) Dennis & I were both number 5’s in our life paths. “damaged GOoDS / sinneD in Reverse” Damaged Goods / Dennis in Reverse In reality this album could not have been completed without the help of our dear friend Bjorn Thorsrud (additional production, mastering & editing) Dennis always wanted to have Bjorn work on this album & when he offered to help it was a GODsend. I devoted my heart & soul into this record & when I finally completed it on the final playback, I broke into tears, my only wish was for Dennis to be proud & happy with this record as a testament to The Frogs legacy. This album is in 432 hertz, the highest energy that governs the universe, vibrates with the earth’s heartbeat, the golden ratio, divine proportion. We made music because it brought us joy & made life such a wonderful experience. The telepathic musical communication Dennis & I shared is innerstood, felt inside. With regards to words they would have you say understood, but none of us is beneath or under where any other human soul stands, we are all equal & equally divine. I love Dennis with all my heart, always have & always will. I am so happy & thank creation so much that I was able to be here on this day to fulfill Dennis & my dream for you to hear this our final Frogs album. This album is for you all the fans who drove all over the country to come to our shows, stood in line, supported us at our merch booths. We started out having fun playing music together in the garage, writing songs in our bedrooms, had absolutely no idea any & all of this would have happened, well it couldn’t have happened without you our fans, we love each & every one of you for showering us with your love all of these years. This album is dedicated to the fans. Love,         Jimmy

[dorcasrises]

d o r c a s   b e t h a n y   m e a d o w e s

basics:

name: dorcas bethany meadowes (selwyn). pronunciation: dor·kuhs behth-uh-nee medoʊs. meaning: dorcas- good deeds and gifts of mercy, gazelle. bethany- house of affliction or figs. birthday: february 13th. age: twenty. pronouns: they, she & her. sexuality: bisexual. siblings: esther ruth selwyn. parents: apollo selwyn & mary meadowes. other family: arias selwyn (grandfather), alanis selwyn (grandmother), alice fortescue (cousin), edith fortescue (cousin). languages: english, a little french. current residence: the selwyn townhouse. hometown: bristol.

wizard fun:

hogwarts house: gryffindor. year of graduation: 1978. occupation: order revolutionary. pet: a pet frog named toad. blood status: halfblood. species: witch. patronus: coyote. the coyote can be seen as power-hungry, as their ambition is what fuels them. they are stubborn and wildly expressive, often using this trait to make an impression on others. they start most of their relationships as a way to get something they want, rather than as a friendly gesture. they can begin to care about people after they get to know them, but at first glance they rarely do. they could be considered selfish.  understanding that all things are sacred–yet nothing is sacred, intelligence, ability to laugh at one’s own mistakes, shape-shifting, teaching balance between risk and safety, illumination, stealth, clowning and humor, wisdom of folly, prankster, insight, playful.  boggart: there is nothing that dorcas fears more than seeing the family she’s finally found falling apart during the coming war. she will do anything to protect them all. amortentia:   crackling fire.  the smell of a crackling fire in a hearth or on the lawn is associated with the best memories of dorcas’s life. there is almost always one burning in gryffindor tower. to her, it’s the real scent of home.  ice cream.  her cousin lived above an ice cream shoppe, so dorcas has grown to love to sweet, cold scent. it’s a swift reminder of midnight treats and long awaited adventures. it is sleepovers and laughter and freedom to be.  silver polish.  as much as she would hate to admit it, there is something comforting about the biting smell of silver polish. her grandmother’s house elf would polish their wares every thursday evening for the majority of her life. it grounds her. wand type: 11 1/2″ cypress wood, dragon heartstring, pliant and swishy.  cypress wands are associated with nobility. the great medieval wandmaker, geraint ollivander, wrote that he was always honoured to match a cypress wand, for he knew he was meeting a witch or wizard who would die a heroic death. fortunately, in these less blood-thirsty times, the possessors of cypress wands are rarely called upon to lay down their lives, though doubtless many of them would do so if required. wands of cypress find their soul mates among the brave, the bold and the self-sacrificing: those who are unafraid to confront the shadows in their own and others’ natures.  as a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. while they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner.  pliant wand owners are eager, enthusiastic, and tend to be very easily impressed and/or naive. they often have a zest for life that is rare and unrivaled in most populations. a swishy wand will either surprise its owner by being surprisingly loyal or surprisingly unloyal and is most often known for doing the unexpected. It is usually great for charm work. affiliation: the order of the phoenix.

appearance:

height: 5′9″. hair color: chestnut. eye color: amber. typical hair style: typically, dorcas’s hair is wily and curly. when she’s working or concentrating, it is pulled up into one or two messy buns. when she’s going to be doing something physically exerting, she braids it back. when she’s in a mood to miss her grandmother, she will use straightening potions and style it back.  fashion style: growing up, dorcas wore a lot of sleek clothes in dark colors similar to her grandmother. eventually, her style developed to a more relaxed and comfortable fit. dorcas likes jeans or shorts with crop tops, t-shirts, and bomber jackets. she owns one bra and only wears it if she has to. if dorcas is dressing up, she still likes very disco inspired clothes. she loves warm colors and funky patterns. [ fashion ] distinguishing features: dorcas has an eyebrow piercing over her left eye which hides a scar from an old quidditch accident. she has a small tattoo of a fox on her side. dorcas also sports a tattoo of a phoenix on her arm, a sun on her wrist, a sunflower on her ankle, and a rubber duck on her ass. she almost always has the hint of a smile on her face and a certain noticeable fire in her eyes. dorcas almost always has tired rings beneath her eyes and is particularly known for her long legs.

personality:

positive traits: determined. spontaneous. academic. negative traits: ruthless. defiant. obsessive. theme song: heroes by david bowie

headcanons:

dorcas writes in a small nearly illegible mix of print and cursive. her brain is often moving faster than her hand can possible write so she has the tendency to slip into shorthand and scrawl the words as she goes. however, her handwriting does not appear messy at first glance. it looks like a very beautifully written diary. it’s only when you look close that you realize it’s mostly nonsense and only dorcas knows what was actually written down.

dorcas is not a great riser. seeing as she’s usually only crawled into bed or fallen asleep on the spot a few hours prior to wake up time, she’s bleary when first coming to. it takes several blinks and eyes rubbing for her brain to catch up to the world around her. if she’s being roused by another person, dorcas has the penchant for seriously irritability and occasionally, swinging at whomever is interrupting her sleep. if she comes to on her own, dorcas will usually start back at whatever she fell asleep doing, or she heads to the bathroom first thing.

while dancing was never so practiced a skill as piano, dorcas still has a natural proclivity towards it. she has a natural grace and fluidity to all of her movements that is only accentuated by the confidence and fearlessness by which she controls her body. it carries over into both her ability to duel or fight and her quidditch prowess. however, dancing never required so much forethought as those and dorcas will let herself get lost in it more often than anything else.

biography:

dorcas’s father, apollo selwyn, was born and raised among the sacred twenty-eight pureblooded families. he was a rebellious soul and musician that went travelling to play in bars both magical and not through the country. he is also a man who fell deeply in love with a muggle woman named mary meadowes. he pretended to know nothing of the magic world to keep her as close as possible and was disowned by his own family for being a blood-traitor. the two were married and by the time dorcas was born, he was committed to living in the muggle lie for the rest of his life. however, dorcas was no more than three months old when she started showing magical abilities. she would levitate toys into her crib and turn the lights of her nursery on and off. her mother was convinced they’d moved into a haunted house or were cursed.

eventually, apollo broke down and told the truth of the magic world to his wife. the news did not land well. she was a devoutly christian woman and now felt as though their entire relationship had been a lie. she was appalled that her daughter was a witch. her mother ran from them both, and dorcas’s father had no idea how to raise a child on his own. he was never the paternal sort. not to mention, he was frantic to retrieve the love of his life. in an act of desperation, he left dorcas with his own mother who was living alone as her husband had since passed. in exchange for dorcas’s grandmother to raise her, her father promised that he would not interfere with the child’s life again nor ask for her back to his home.

alanis selwyn was not a kindly old woman. she felt like she had failed in raising one child and would not do so again. she had high expectations for her grand-daughter whose blood by birth had already made her a disappointment. due to her mother’s muggleborn status, alanis would not even allow her granddaughter to keep the selwyn family name and instead insisted she go by her mother’s surname. it left dorcas with an obsessive need to prove her grandmother wrong at every turn. as a child, dorcas was put through all the lessons, training, and education as any pureblooded child might have had. yet, no matter how well she performed, it was not considered good enough.

dorcas grew up surrounded by the pureblood society who looked down their nose at the ‘embarrassing halfblood bastard’. needless to say, she didn’t find very many friends in these families. the few she did meant the entire world to her. they were her lifeline and hope that there was something better out there if she could find it. it was hogwarts that saved her. she cried with excitement the night she received her owl.

the sorting hat took it’s precious time in sorting her to gryffindor. he debated slytherin, but dorcas adamantly refused. she knew and hated too many in those walls. ravenclaw was a close second, as her passion for academics is well-noted, but eventually it was settled that due to her growling, she belonged with the other lions. truly, she found a home and a real family with her peers. dorcas worked endlessly to make perfect marks in school. both to prove to her grandmother and the rest of the purebloods that she was just as skilled and talented as any of them. perfection was all she could accept. there were endless nights of studying far beyond the curriculum which had been set, and delving into books well above her year. there was a desperation to know more and be more than just what she was. even the headmaster took a special interest in that drive she had.

in dorcas’s fourth year, her friends finally pushed her to get outside of the library a little more and pursue some hobbies for fun instead of simply ‘being the best’. dorcas’s humor had finally returned to her, and despite her desire to be perfect in her magic abilities, she finally felt more comfortable being herself with all the rule-breaking and fierceness that came with it. she took up a position as a keeper on the gryffindor quidditch team. it proved to be one of the best things that she ever did as it sparked a love of exercise and adventure. it steered her towards the decision to become an auror after graduation. who better to fight these dark art purebloods than someone raised among them, right?

however, not everything goes to plan. after graduation, dorcas did indeed begin on the track to becoming an auror for the ministry of magic. the training was hard, even harder than she’d expected. still, dorcas rose to the challenges and embraced them. all the while, she had pledge to work alongside the order of the phoenix as dumbledore invited her to join the revolutionary group. he had been grooming her abilities and her passion for justice for years. it seemed as though she was just able to manage both jobs, ever the overachiever, until her grandmother’s recent passing. it took an unexpected toll. dorcas quit auror training and began to work full time for the order. with her inheritance, there was no need to struggle for money, and there was a need in the order for dedicated people who were willing to sometimes put their morals on the backburner to be able to accomplish what was best for their side of the war.

again, her efforts did not go unnoticed. more and more she was given the jobs that others were hesitant to take. slowly but surely, people began to turn to her when things needed to be done and there was no one else to do it. it was easy to listen to her words of hope, her passion to keep the other’s safe and well, and the results of her years of rigid perfection in her casting made her a force in a duel. then suddenly and unexpectedly, dorcas was given a position of leadership among the group. she is still struggling to find her balance, often she feels like a lost lamb to slaughter, and can’t be certain she deserves the role. still, she is no stranger to adversity. dorcas is still driven by that need to be the best, but how long can she hold on when it feels like everything is always falling apart?

[jadenjace]

‘ kiss the sky ‘ - a quiz of jaden lapointe . ( roswell, NM task 001 )

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Full Name: Jaden Jace Lapointe

Reason for name: His mother loved the name Jaden, and ‘Jace’ is similar to his father’s middle name of ‘Ace’ — it seemed the Lapointe’s were a fan of alliteration. 

Nickname(s): JJ, Jay, Bug, J-dog

Date of Birth: July 23rd , 1991

Age: 29 years 

Gender + Pronouns: Male + He/Him

Place of birth: LaFayette, Alabama

Parents: Ashton Lapointe + Hilary Lapointe (née Pollock) 

Siblings: None

Relationship with family (close? estranged?): Jaden is very close with his family. They are back in Maine, but him and his father are best friends and they call each other once a week if not more just to catch up. 

Pets: Buffy James Lapointe (pitbull), Legs Lapointe (frog). 

PHYSICAL:

Height: 6’0”

Build: Broad, Athletic 

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: English, Welsh, Czech, Swedish, and Cherokee Native American. 

Distinguishing Facial Features: Inch long scar across his forehead, high cheekbones, strong eyebrows. 

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Usual Hair Style: Messy, unkempt, impossible time style so he doesn’t bother. 

Eye Color: Brown/Hazel

Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birthmarks, scars): Freckles when it’s sunny, tanned skin tone, no birthmarks, scar on his forehead.  

Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): Transtibial amputation of right leg, PTSD

What do they consider their best feature?: Cheekbones or his butt 

Worst they’ve ever been injured (what, how did it happen)?: Jaden was a victim of a car accident along with now wife, Ezra. The car flipped when he was trying to avoid an animal in the road and rolled down a bank alongside the highway, crushing the lower half of his right leg to the point where he needed an amputation. Following this he was in hospital for the best part of a month, and has only recently been graced with a prosthetic. 

APPEARANCE:

Favorite outfit: More often than not Jaden wears an open plaid shirt with a graphic t-shirt beneath, blue or black turned-up jeans and either Doc Martens or Converse sneakers.

Glasses? Contacts?: Jaden needs glasses, although he rarely wears them. 

Personal Hygiene: It’s a struggle, but he showers every morning and shaves every few days to a week (depending on whether Ezra complains about his velcro-face or not).

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: He wears a black & rose gold wedding band as jewellery. For piercings he has a hoop in one ear, and three tattoos - a roman numeral of ‘12′ on his wrist, a skateboard on the other wrist, and the initial ‘e’ on the inside of his index finger.

What does their voice sound like?: Deep, soft and kind, a little more rugged and raspy in the mornings.

Style of speech (loud, mumbler, articulate, etc.): Loud & clear.

Accent?: A slight Southern twinge which gets more pronounced when he’s angry, or turned on. 

Unique mannerisms/physical habits: Nail-biting

Left handed or right?: Right handed 

Do they work out/exercise?: He tries to work out as much as he can, but his disability makes returning to the gym rather difficult.

BELIEFS & INTELLECT:

Known Languages: English, broken Tsalagi, as much Thai as his phrase-book taught him. 

Zodiac: Leo 

Gifts/talents: Basketball, surfing, skateboarding, 

Religious stance: Atheist 

Political stance: Left-wing

Pet peeves: Self-depreciation, arrogance.

Optimist or pessimist: Optimist 

Extrovert or introvert: Extrovert 

INTIMACY & RELATIONSHPS:

Relationship status: Married

Sexual orientation: Bisexual 

Ideal mate/qualities they look for in mate: Petite, blonde, kind, good sense of humour. 

Ever been in love?: Yes 

What’s their love language?: Cuddling, attention.

Most important person in their life?: Ezra Jean Lapointe

VOCATION:

Level of education: High school level

Profession: Works at Forbidden Planet comic store. 

Past occupations: Delivery driver, Surf instructor, Convenience store worker, 

Dream occupation: Professional basketball player 

Passions: Sport, video games, movies.

Attitude towards current job: Apathetic

Spender or Saver? Why?: Saver, they have to be. The Lapointe’s still have huge hospital bills to pay off which leaves little wiggle room for treats. 

Which is more important – money or doing something they love?: Doing something they love. 

SECRETS:

Phobias: Cars, clowns, isolation. 

Life goals: To follow in the footsteps of his parents and live a nomadic lifestyle with their future kids, to learn to drive again.

Greatest fears: Being in another accident, losing a loved one.

Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him/her: Jaden peed on a nurse during his extended hospital stay, a mishap with a replaced catheter.

Something they’ve never told anyone: Some of his stranger kinks.

Biggest regret: Not marrying Ezra sooner 

Compulsions: Exploration.

Police/Criminal/Legal record: Clean

Vices: Casual marijuana use.

PREFERENCES:

Hobbies: Basketball, skateboarding, video games, paint-balling, movie marathons, urban exploration .

Favorite color: Blue

Favorite smell: Citrus, Ezra, rainfall, clean sheets 

Favorite food: Pizza, pasta, french fries, candy -- anything unhealthy.

Favorite book: Jaws - Peter Benchley

Favorite movie: Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure

Favorite song: To The World - Kanye West

Coffee or tea?: Coffee

Favorite type of weather: Sunny, warm weather. 

Most prized possession: His wedding ring.

Most used word or phrase?: Totally, super, for sure.