#havers has a scar now

[caeran]

[calocreek]

so which characters do you personally head cannon to have wings

Other than Grian, the only other hermit/life series character that I headcanon as having wings is Cub! Although he keeps them tucked away most of the time. He and Scar are both infused with Vex magic, but Scar got his wings removed at some point.

As for commonly headcanoned wing havers, here's my headcanons:

False is completely human so has never had wings. But I feel like if she made a statue or painting of herself it would have wings (long way of saying her fursona is a bird of some sort)

Jimmy has some unwelcome watcher traits that he tries to ignore. Though he doesn't have wings (yet...) he does occasionally wake up from confusing prophetic doom dreams surrounded by feathers

Skizz is (surprisingly!) human. However he got wing tattoos based on a joke about being the angel to Impulse's devil. Which Impulse thinks is hilarious (he doesn't)

Ok and then Grian...oh boy I have a mile long list of headcanons on watcher/evo lore that I will SOME DAY get into, maybe, but its like. Its just so much and made purely for an audience of one haha. LONG STORY SHORT: he used to be human, became a watcher, now has light shapeshifting powers where he can shift between his old human form and his true watcher form. He choses a form that's in between, to his liking. Here's some rough designs of how his wings are attached and my continued attempts to nail down a bird feet design that I like 😵‍💫

[moxiemozze]

BroZone designs + trollsona doodle

Some Headcanons vvv :D

John Dory:

• he’s aroace

• he should be grey but is basically repressing his depression so he has grey splotches in some areas, he tries to keep it hidden from his brothers but he also doesn’t like seeing it

•tells a different story every time you ask about a scar you never know which one is real

•got his first grey hair at 15 because of stress and got two more when he was 17 a week before the band broke up

• #1 OCD haver

•ambidextrous

•thought all his brothers were dead

Bruce:

•transgender, he thought he was a lesbian for a while, turns out he likes girls but not when he’s one

•him and brandy are t4t

• Beach Rock and Pop, like Elvis style music I forget the name

•I know his kids have canon names but I think he named them after drinks besides Bruce Jr.

•used to be a terrible cook

•Bruce has a tail but it’s very short and hidden by his hair

Clay:

•Aromantic

•he’s in a platonic relationship with Viva

•he has a huge scar on his chest from the burgen escape but hides it with his sweater romper

•has had a cataracts since birth (just like me fr) and had these huge nerd glasses as a kid but didn’t wear them anymore once the band got popular

Floyd:

•MLM and trans

•PopPunk

•Saw JD at a bar once in his early 20’s, blinked and he was gone. He didn’t drink for the rest of the night

•has gone grey multiple times, but because he wasn’t grey as long as Branch his mood doesn’t affect his colors but it did affect his ears

•has severe joint pain in his wrist and his leg, needs a cane to walk around on good days

• has the same hair texture as Clay but straightens it

•says he thinks his hair is cool now

Branch:

•transgender and bi

•Pop but loves every style of music

•looks the most like his mom

•didn’t take care of his hair when grey had to learn how to take care of it with Poppy

•he did his top surgery himself and that’s why it looks so botched

•he had a crush on creek for about a week then decided to hate him after seeing him being his typical asshole self

•has so many nicknames from poppy and his brothers, his secret favorite is twig

Branch color variants

I almost forgot to add the obligatory creek hate photo

[cryingisnecessaryfanfics]

Genshin characters and you putting lotion on their scars

Hiiii. So I have many many scars and this morning while I was putting lotion on I thought, huh wouldn't it be nice to have someone do this for me? To give such a mundane act of care... so romantic! 

Anyways, not everyone has scars like me but all our favorite genshin boys and girls are fighters and that means they have to have some sort of scar! 

Feel free to request more characters for a part two to this! I'll be doing a part two regardless, but if you have a great idea for a character I'll definitely incorporate it! 

Characters: Diluc, Tartaglia, Kazuha, and Beidou. 

part. 2

Diluc 

We all know that Diluc is commonly head cannoned to have a fuck ton of scars. Bro probably doesn't do shit with them either. You'd probably catch him with the incessant itch. Dear god, that is horrible, for you non-scar havers, the itch is nonstop, and when you scratch it's painful like a rash except all burny and dry. Please help him moisturize his scars. He's gotta be in so much pain. 

You've caught him with his hand under his shirt again, the rapid scratching looking frantic as he itches. 

"Diluc," you murmur a hand catching his arm and stilling his movements. "Did you put on your lotion this morning?" 

You watch him sigh, his scratching hand reluctantly making its way to yours instead. 

"No love, I didn't have time." 

"You can't not have time for your health Diluc!" You chastise him gently, though your tone holds some frustration. You're already moving to the bedroom, dragging him along and pushing him onto the bed. 

"Stay." You say with a pointed finger and you move to the connected bathroom, fetching the lotion out of the cabinet. 

Diluc has already taken his shirt off by the time you get back to the bedroom, resigned to his fate. You smile at him in approval and his gaze softens just a bit. 

"You have to be doing this every day," you remind him and you can practically hear him rolling his eyes. 

"I know." He retorts but it lacks the sarcasm and retains the hint of affection he tries to suppress. 

"Are you sure? Cause you can't seem to do it properly anyways." You mumble and he huffs the slightest laugh. You can't help your heart melt every time he does it, even if it's small. You can't help your smile either, as you gather lotion on your fingertips and start to spread it onto his skin. 

Diluc seems to enjoy your ministrations because he lets out a hum in contentment, eyes falling closed as you massage the lotion into his skin. 

You let your hands glide along his chest, spreading across his scars as you admire and recall each one. 

"Thank you, my love." 

Tartaglia

I personally head cannon Ajax to have self-harm scars but I won't mention anything about it here. I think he probably has really erratic and odd scars. The abyss probably had all kinds of horrors with different ways of causing harm. But since Ajax is the type to purposely get himself into a fight he'll most certainly lose, I also think he's the type to purposely let himself get injured for the thrill of it. He would wear his scars as a sort of armor, he acts cocky about them but is actually quite shameful. 

You catch his eyes lingering in the mirror just before you bathe together. He can't help but feel conflicted over the scars he's accumulated. On one hand, he feels proud that he could have survived such horrible atrocities. Gone through hell and come out the other side with battle scars and his life. On the other hand, he now has to live with permanent markings on his body, an equally permanent reminder of the past that haunts him. 

“Ajax?” You murmur, a hand finding its way to his bicep, absent-mindedly tracing the scars that reside there. “Are you alright?” 

Your voice snaps him out of his trance-like state and he once again puts on his cheerful facade. 

“Just admiring my amazing body!” He quips and winks at you in the mirror but you frown at his masked emotions. 

“Don't bullshit me, Ajax.” He all but flinches at your harsh reply. “I know you better than that, love.” 

His mask falls and the man you know returns, a frown adorning his boyish features. You follow his gaze to your hand on his arm and suddenly you know. He must see the realization on your face because he speaks up before you can say anything. 

“You know me better than anyone.” He sighs and his hand comes up to cover yours. “I just don't like them is all.” He doesn't need to state it outright, he knows you know what he means. 

“If it means anything, I like them.” Your words are hushed and he can feel your hand leave his body as you shift away from him. 

“Why’s that?” He asks as you busy yourself looking through the cabinets. 

“Reminds me that you're not perfect. That you have weaknesses just like anyone else. That you're more human than you like to believe.” You say this nonchalantly like it's not the most genuine thing anyone's ever said about him. He watches you emerge from the cabinet with a bottle of lotion and a smile. You let the words sink in as you gather lotion in your hand. 

“I like them because they’re a part of you. They tell the story of how you became strong and how you weren't always that way.” You can't help but hum fondly as his eyes follow your movements. How your gentle hands caress him in a way not even his mother has since he was fourteen. Your hands glide up his shoulder blades, curve around to reach his front, and touch every part he hates. 

“I love them because I love you. All of you.” 

Kazuha

His bandaged hand is scarred from when he grabbed his friend's vision. That shit’s gotta hurt so bad, burn scars are a pain in the ass to take care of too. Especially since they’re so sensitive to sunlight. It makes sense why he would keep his hand bandaged even after his wound has healed. Though it's gotta be so itchy under there. Please be careful when handling his hand, scars like that are painful for years after they’ve healed. (I feel like he would be hesitant to show you it, so the scenario is your first time seeing/taking care of it.)

“Please, can I help you?” You’ve asked him this more times than you can count, always pleading gently to see his scar and getting the same rejection every time. So you don't expect it when his red eyes go dark and he just barely nods.  

“Okay.” He says quietly and you can only blink in shock before gathering yourself and leading him to the bathroom. 

He sits on the edge of the tub and patiently waits for you to find the salve he puts on his hand. Your heart beats faster than you like at the sight of his eyes so far gone. Maybe he's disassociating? You don't bother asking as you settle down in front of him. 

Your gentle hands take his bandaged one, and you look up at him to make sure it's still okay. He nods again and you continue wordlessly, deft fingers unraveling white gauze with ease. It doesn't take long for his skin to be exposed and you take in the sight of his scar. 

It takes a lot to not wince or grimace, the burn has left more scar than skin. The tissue is still red and angry, the texture severely affected in odd pattern-like ways. But you manage to smile sadly at the sight, how much willpower must it take to willingly catch a burning object and hold onto it? To ignore every instinct and cling to something so painful. To say Kazuha is resolute and tenacious would be a massive understatement. 

“Tell me if it hurts.” You mumble, wholly engrossed in caring for him. Your hands gather the salve in your fingers and start to gently spread it across his palm. His arm tenses up but he says nothing. 

The process is short, simply letting the salve sit on top of his skin, not daring to massage it in. He seems grateful for this. It's not long before you're wrapping new gauze around his palm threading it between his fingers. 

“Thank you,” he whispers when you're done, slipping down to the floor with you and hugging your waist. He buries his head in your chest and you hold him there. 

“Anytime, love.” 

Beidou

The scar under her eye patch, I know a lot of people think she doesn't have one but for the sake of this, imagine she does. I think she's probably less forthcoming about the eyepatch because of the scar. Do you guys remember in her hangout how she was talking about her childhood and how she chased a dog to get its food and had to fight it? I feel like the dog probably scratched her eye and left her partially blind and scarred. And that part of the hangout is one of the only times we see Beidou feeling solemn, it’s gotta be a tough memory for her. 

She tells you the story the first time she lets you see it. For once, her demeanor is less than confident, no longer renowned captain of the crux, uncrowned queen of the sea, only Beidou. 

It's very obviously an old scar, not very big or intense. When you see it you focus more on her actual eye, her iris is a faded pinkish-red color, the pupil distorted and uneven. 

“I can still see a little bit on that side but it's all messed up and blurry, so I wear the eye patch.” She explains and you frown at the thought. 

“Did it hurt?” You ask, voice quiet and tentative. 

“I… don't really remember, to be honest.” Her eyes seem far away at the thought. “I just remember being so hungry. It was the only thing I could think about.” 

Your eyes study her expression, one you've never seen on her before. Its sorrow, longing, and pure pain all wrapped up in one. You let your finger trail the length of the scar on her eyelid. The lotion spreads with the motion, smearing white against her pale skin. The eyepatch has left a tan line that would've been comical if not for the sad story behind it. 

“Thank you for telling me,” you whisper, “and for letting me see it.” 

“Of course.” She says. “I trust you.”

[eepyuii]

frostbite — pt. 14

pairing ; childe x gender neutral!reader

content ; childhood friends to “rivals” to lovers, slowburn

cw ; mentions of scars (edit: im a fucking idiot i forgot they talk abt scars at the start of the chapter) and like… brief dottore mention, so u know it’s icky. also u guys will be mad at me.

notes ; AHHH!!!!! I LIVE!!!!! oh gosh so many hectic life events lately….. i hadnt been able to get my hands on this dang chapter for so long

anyhow, i was planning to publish this one early like a day or two ago with a reference to an arlecchino voiceline that was THEN a leak and not out yet, so i’m glad i waited and developed this one just a little more LOL

also good luck with everyone’s arle pulls!!! (better luck than mine i hope ;w;) just like childe and the reader at some point, WANTERS WILL BE HAVERS ‼️

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“agh— be more gentle!”

“i’ll be more gentle if you stop flinching away. you’re a war machine who can turn into an abyssal beast, withstand how draining it is to use it, hold your ground against a champion duelist but you can’t handle a little cotton ball soaked in alcohol?”

“well there’s no adrenaline anymore to remedy this sting, now, is there?”

it’s almost comically reminiscent of your meeting with childe back in zapolyarny palace, where he got himself hurt just to come tell you that he was to leave for liyue— feels like it was ages ago. childe leans against the elegant marble counter of your hotel room’s bathroom, pile of bloodied cottons and tissues piling by his hands, while you clean the fresh wounds he’s just acquired from clorinde.

from how much he flinches and hisses, the wounds almost seem grave… but they’re no more than a few scratches, slashes and bruises. after his witty remark, you can only attribute his absurd resilience during battle to the mentioned adrenaline— otherwise he wouldn’t have gotten nearly as far as he has with those reactions of his.

“so did you get what you wanted from that spar? how was it in comparison to your other tries?”

childe pauses thoughtfully and proceeds to pout.

“…i think she was still holding back. i need another spar.”

“gh-! are you kidding?! childe tartaglia ajax, i am not letting you resplit the forehead i just fixed up anytime soon.”

he sighs melancholy like a grounded child, but nods in agreement anyhow. childe’s eyes remain downward, he mindlessly fiddles with the hem of your shirt as he awaits patiently for you to finish tending to his wounds. once you finish, you scan him up and down to certify that you’ve taken care of everything, until your gaze is caught by his scars.

his war medals.

he’s got an insurmountable amount of them scattered all over his body and not one is like the other— some are large lashes most likely caused by weapons like axes or claymores; some are finer lines caused by swords or daggers; a few of them even look like different types of burns, likely the work of varied elemental catalysts; and some look like small stars or circles, probably the result of arrows or the tips of polearms.

the inches of his skin that his scars don’t cover are littered with the tiniest specs of freckles… ones you’ve barely had the privilege to see over the years as a result of living in eternally cold lands. it’s only been since you’ve both been to warmer regions like liyue, inazuma and now fontaine that you’ve began to notice them.

and you’ve found that the intricate, graceful tapestry that childe’s scars and freckles weave is… gorgeous.

it’s so uniquely mesmerizing that you nearly struggle to find a worthy comparison within words or the world around you. the closest one would be to a starry sky— you imagine that his freckles become the stars that remain stationary and furthest away in the night sky, small and bountiful, while his scars are the shooting stars that flash by in a vivid explosion of light.

it’s beautiful. he’s beautiful.

you’ve realized that you’re less afraid to admit this to yourself now. perhaps spending so much constant time with childe after such a while of misencounters and diverging schedules, has made you become more comfortable around him— to the point where you barely minded him childishly playing with the hem of your shirt. it feels fine, domestic even… almost in the same way that a coup—

“hey, why’re you staring so hard? am i not gonna make it, doc?”

you flinch as you’re snapped away from your train of thought, taking in how childe’s eyes flicker worriedly over your face. unfortunately, your mind isn’t freed from the grasp of your thoughts of… admiration and your gaze quickly flies over his scars once again. the delicacy of the moment, unexpectedly, fuels you with enough confidence to raise forward a hand that lightly grazes a particularly eye-catching gash on childe’s neck— the stretched healed skin ever so slightly bumping against your digits.

“nothing… j’st looking at your scars.” you answer absentmindedly.

beneath your hand, you feel his adam’s apple raise in a hearty gulp. next, childe inhales deeply and exhales a shuddered breath, as if an attempt to ground himself.

“what about ‘em?” he whispers expectantly.

“i like them.”

it’s as if you’ve gotten the liquid courage of a drink while being entirely sober, you’re surprised that you’ve done so much as let yourself say that out loud. though perhaps… that bewilderment might just be your downfall— within the thought, you notice just how close you and childe stand before each other. he leans against the bathroom counter in only the deep red undershirt of his uniform, eyes laser-guided onto your every move while you’re only a hair’s length away from him. his absurd height doesn’t help the moment either, as he’s forced to hunch over and his figure arches forward into you— it’s suffocating.

you can’t allow yourself to crumble and panic right now, it would absolutely destroy you for the rest of your life, so you opt to breathe deeply. childe watches intently as you do and returns it with his own deep sigh, one that you feel hit your face warmly the moment it leaves his lips and so it further capitalizes on just how obscenely close the two of you are— to the point where you breathe each other’s air.

childe’s piercing azure eyes move from matching your own to slightly further down on your face…

to your lips.

“yeah?” he mumbles in the most delicate tone possible, it’s not like you’re too far to hear anyway.

it’s an inexplicable magnetic pull that brings you the smidgenmost closer to him, it has to be so. it must be that same pull that brings you to look at his mouth— plump and pink, likely still store from the split at the corner of his bottom lip. and there’s no other possibility other than that damned magnet as to why your hands slide up to wrap around his neck, childe’s shyly snaking around your waist in response.

you don’t feel like you’re in a bathroom in a hotel room in fontaine anymore, you don’t feel like the seconds pass anymore. it’s a pocket between space and time that has enveloped the two of you, away from everything else.

and there’s nothing in this world left to do other than to lean just a breath closer to each other… just a little more and—

knock knock knock knock!

you flinch away faster than lightning, heart thudding ironically like thunder. childe also seems to have been entirely spooked by the knocks on the bedroom door and he pretends to bring his hand up to scratch something on his face, but you know very well he means to hide his glaringly flushed face— you know that because you do the very same, only you briskly step away to open the door instead.

outside the room, two fontainian officers greet you, though they seemingly go wide eyed for just a brief second as if you’re not who they expect to answer.

“forgive me, friend, this is… mr. tartaglia’s room, is it not?” one inquires.

you frown in suspicion, and you plan to not directly confirm the question as to pry exactly what business two policemen would have with childe. unfortunately, the devil decides to announce it himself by coming up behind you, arms crossed defensively.

“and what might be the problem, officer?” childe asks pointedly.

both officers simultaneously eye the two of you, the blushing idiots opening the door together, and proceed to share a knowing look. the first officer sighs while the second clears his throat awkwardly.

“we apologize for… intruding so abruptly but— mr. tartaglia, you are currently being suspected of being the culprit behind the serial disappearances of young women case. for the time being, you are under arrest and must face trial at the opera epiclese to make your case.”

…what.

“what?”

coincidentally, both you and childe exclaim at the same time— though, childe’s tone is rather condescendingly skeptical while yours is laced with pure, unadulterated shock.

the harbinger scoffs. “well, i can very confidently tell you right now that i didn’t do it.”

yeah, great way to clear any and all suspicion, man.

frustratedly pinching the bridge of your nose in an attempt to help you process the last five seconds, you sigh.

“i-i think what he means to say, officer, is that it’s not plausible for him to even be a suspect in this case. i mean— if i remember correctly, doesn’t that case extend for over twenty years? we’ve only been in fontaine for a few weeks! you can check our travel tickets, they’re dated. plus, we haven’t done anything even remotely disruptive while we’ve been here, both of us have multiple reliable alibi’s regarding our whereabouts over the past few days, and—“

the officer puts up a dismissive hand, effectively interrupting you. “please, leave this for the iudex to hear.”

a metallic jingling catches your attention and you see that the second policeman wordlessly produces handcuffs from his tool belt, the panic bubbles in your throat even further. childe’s shoulders visibly tense and it’s clear that he’s intent on fighting back— with once again lighting fast reflexes, you put a hand on his shoulder and throw him a warning look as a means to discreetly impede him. childe sighs frustratedly but ceases anyhow, allowing himself to be guided out of the room. out of pure illogical desperation, you chase after.

“don’t say anything hostile or stupid until we find you a lawyer! i promise you i’ll be right behind!” you call out as the three are at the other end of the hallway and catch a final look from childe, the emotion behind it is indescribable.

your chest feels overwhelmingly tight.

—

who knew such a resplendent room could be so suffocating.

it feels as though you’ve been waiting for an eternity and the intended comfort of the opera eplicese’s waiting room only serves to unnerve you more. the most important person in your life has just been abruptly accused of being a serial kidnapper and you’re supposed to indulge in sickeningly sweet pastries and tasteless tea? it’s almost derogatory.

your leg has become sore from how much it bounces restlessly, your nail plates scratchy from how much you fidget with them, all the paper napkins on the table sloppily folded into failed paper stars. none of it helps.

you can’t even decide what to worry about, all of it swirls and spirals in your head like a rumbling tornado. is he okay? are the officers treating him well? who will defend him? will he go to prison? for how long? when in the tsaritsa’s name will arlecchino retur—

the door slams open and you jump, partially with the abruptness of it and out of sheer panic to get some news on the situation. your heart starts palpitating again and it takes everything within your willpower to seem more put together in front of the knave.

“s-so?” you ask with an uncontrollable shake in voice.

“it’s invariable, childe must face trial and defend himself. we can only count on the factuality that he is innocent and the oratrice will say accordingly.”

you sigh, at least… whatever in the archons’ name constitutes that machine is infallible.

“the trial starts in five minutes.” arlecchino adds curtly.

you nod and allow yourself to take a deep, grounding breathe before standing up to leave the waiting room. as your hand reaches out to the doorknob, there is a firm grip on your shoulder. you turn ever so slightly to find a pointy-nailed, stark black hand holding you back— another moment to analyze the hand reveals to you that… that’s her skin. black.

a chill runs down your spine.

“allow me, for a moment, to ask a selfish question in exchange for a selfish answer, sargeant.” she stands, voice dark and menacing. “as an asset of the doctor’s… do you share his ideals?”

the question takes you off-guard but it also… doesn’t. you’re not an idiot— you’ve heard of dottore’s letters to the house of the hearth suggesting the, err.. ‘rejects’ be sent to his custody so he can further his experiments. you remember how utterly appalled you were when you first came across the information. if the knave truly cares about the children in her orphanage, it’s no wonder how tightly she grips your shoulder, sharp nails just a breath away from breaking skin.

and so she asks you selfishly, a question not of loyalty but of morality.

dottore’s face flashes before your eyes and your hand subconsciously tightens into a fist, expression hardening.

“if his life were in my hands, i’d crush it in a heartbeat.” you whisper bitterly.

the grip releases you and it’s as if air is easier to breathe after that. arlecchino wordlessly steps ahead to open the door for you and gestures for you to leave first, expression neutral as if nothing had happened.

the courtroom looks like no courtroom at all, rather you feel as though you’re about to watch an opera in a grand theater— the rumors about fontaine seem to be true after all. in the rows of cushy seats, people whisper and gossip endlessly until you find yourself a seat and the booming sound of a gavel being struck echoes through the court, all sound ceases.

“court is now in session for the case of serial disappearances of young women, today we will hear both the prosecution and defense’s arguments regarding mr. tartaglia of the fatui’s alleged involvement.”

a baritone voice echoes through the silent courtroom, the direction it rings out from reveals a white-haired man in proper blue robes, sitting in a balcony that floats above the courtroom’s stage. you recognize him as the iudex, the chief justice, monsieur neuvillette. his tone is elegant and intellectual, with complete considerate professionalism—- its cadence almost reminds you of zhongli in a sense. but that’s not all that reminds you of zhongli… you can’t quite put your finger on it though.

what follows is merely formal introductions from the prosecution and the defense and you take the opportunity to become distracted and ponder over just how catastrophic your morning had turned out. it all happened so quickly too— one second you were… ah… canoodling with childe and the next he was being escorted out the room by law enforcement. had you been cursed by the gods? would they be so cruel as to make every peaceful moment in your life just merely bedding for the next major inconvenience? would they be so frustratingly taunting as to let you get that close to the one you have feelings for only to rip you two away from each other right afterwards?

“it would appear i must repeat my question, mr. tartaglia.” neuvillette says firmly, catch your attention and breaking you from your daze.

“do you accept the charge that you are the true culprit behind the serial disappearances case?”

“to be perfectly honest, i don’t understand your country’s complicated court systems, or the reason why i’m being charged with something i’ve never even heard of.” the harbinger answers bluntly.

“however, i did hear that people who have been charged can choose to participate in a duel to clear their name— is that right? in that case, as long as i accept the charge, i can have an all out fight with that champion duelist clorinde, right?”

…

how can the supposed love of your life be this stupid?

“when i privately sparred with her last time, she was obviously holding back… real disappointing.”

“hey, don’t you understand? you’re currently the prime suspect for a major case! this isn’t the place for you to be looking for fights.” a female voice calls out from the balcony directly above where you seat— while you can’t see who it is, you can only assume from the bossiness of her tone that it’s lady furina herself, the hydro archon.

“oh? sounds like the hydro archon wants to lecture me on the ways of the opera house…” childe taunts. “then why don’t you duel me too? i’m the kind of students that learns best in the heat of battle.”

you’ll kill him, oh you’ll kill this idiot one day… does he want to rot in prison for the rest of his days? this time you truly cannot hold yourself back from subconsciously standing up in panic, limbs urging to get up there and try to amend the situation yourself by arguing like a normal, sane person— but the judging stares of the other spectators hinder you glued to your seat out of sheer embarrassment.

“alas, it would appear that communication with the defendant is going poorly, and we have made very little progress.” neuvillette intervenes. “in that case, let me explain everything from the very beginning again. the goal of this trial is to determine the culprit behind the serial disappearances case—“

“that case had nothing to do with him! you’ve got the wrong man!”

huh? …who said that? did that not come out of your own mouth? seems like something you’d blur out… instead it comes from a flamboyantly dressed blonde woman who bursts into the courtroom at that very second. to you, she nearly seemed angelic in the moment.

“miss navia, this is the second time you’ve interrupted the court proceedings. i only tolerated your behavior last time because you were able to provide the court with a key eyewitness. but that was exception rather than standard court protocol— i can very well charge you with contempt of court for your interjections.”

“oh please, did you ever think i had any respect for this place’s pointless theatrics?” navia scoffs.

“we can put aside that discussion for now, i’m not here to argue with you. i’m here to charge the true culprit behind the serial disappearances case. and if my charges prove true, the tartaglia here will be proven innocent by default, correct?”

neuvillette proceeds to dismiss childe from the stand to make way for navia and allows him to seat in the audience and you feel like you should owe this lady your life. childe’s eyes scan through the seats and when he spots you, he visibly lights up and beelines to the seat next to yours.

“challenging the hydro archon? really?” you whisper playfully.

childe contains himself not to laugh loudly. “can’t say it wasn’t worth the shot.”

it’s as if a wordless conversation settles between the two of you, silent glances and deep sighs that express the mutual hopefulness for a good outcome of this trial. after a solid few seconds of staring at each other like fools, childe’s gaze drops down, you follow it to see his gloved palm sat in the armrest between the two of you— it faces outward in an invitation. your hand joins his without thought and the second your skin registers the warmth that radiates from his hold, it’s like an electric shock runs through your veins. one so buzzing that makes you two simultaneously face away from each other to hide your burning cheeks.

you’d like to pretend that you’re paying attention to the trial, but the ever so gentle squeezes childe hand gives yours periodically seem to take up all of your focus and cause it to short circuit. suddenly, there’s another burst of the courtroom’s doors and there stand the traveler and paimon, because of course they’re somehow also involved in this.

“naviaaa, we’re back!” paimon calls out.

“as expected of my partner! i just knew you’d come back in the nick of time!”

“just how often do you intend to flout the rules of this court…” neuvillette mutters disappointedly.

the traveler’s appearance contributes new evidence towards navia’s favor, who expertly disperses all of the oppositions statements. the culprit is revealed to be a man by the name of vacher, who was intent on bringing back his dear vigneire to the point where he began dissolving innocent young women with primordial seawater. as overtly ridiculous as fontaine’s spectacle culture seemed to be, you couldn’t say that watching this trial play out wasn’t extremely entertaining.

but speaking of innocent…

“at this point, the verdict of this trial is clear. with mr. marcel’s conviction, the charges against mr. tartaglia no longer hold any basis.”

you giddily look over at childe, who seems as aloof as someone who didn’t worry for a second. your fingertips tingle with excitement and you can feel the stress evaporate off your shoulders in real time. neuvillette summarizes the entire case once more and submits the verdict to the oratrice— the machine hums loudly and flashes a blinding blue, producing an envelope finally confirming his guilty status. much to unspoken disappointment, childe lets go of your hand to stand with his chest proudly puffed up.

“well now, hasn’t this been the most delicious piece of drama? the villain has been caught, justice has been served, pas wrongs have been righted and it’s a bit ol happy ending… since it’s been such a great show, i’ll just let the false accusations against me slide. either way, i’ve still got some business to attend to, so if you’ll excuse me—“

the harbinger looks back to offer you his hand once more and you happily take it before childe begins to lead you two out of the room. unfortunately, the guards at the doors of the courtroom remain unmoving as they block the doors and you frown in confusion.

“please wait just one moment, mr. tartaglia.” says the iudex.

“oh, what now? none of this has anything to do with me.” childe groans.

“according to court protocol, since this trial was initiated due to a charge against you, a verdict must also be made regarding the initial charge before the trial can conclude.”

you sigh out of selfish frustration, but opt to respect the proceedings anyhow— it’s not like the verdict will change now. childe, on the other hand, voices his annoyance like a petulant kid.

“please respect the laws of fontaine. this has always been the rule.”

“it’s fine, we’ll just have to wait here a few little seconds more.” you whisper to childe coaxingly.

he sighs. “alright alright, but this has been a lot of hassle. all i need is to stand over there, right? let’s just get this over with…”

“through evidence presented in the public trial that was just held, it has been established that mr. tartaglia has no direct connection to the serial disappearances case. the guilty party has been established and thus, it is logical to suppose mr. tartaglia is innocent of the charges.”

the machine whirrs once more, stirring some curiosity within you as to what exactly makes it tick or give accurate verdicts at all. as the envelope reaches the chief justice’s hands, he seems to stutter for a moment as he reads it. neuvillette’s ever so stoic face falls slightly into a vexed frown and he hums in confusion.

“according to the judgment of the oratrice mechanique d’analyse cardinale, mr. tartaglia is— guilty.”

taglist ; @kentply @osaemu @rain-and-a-nice-nap @koichirana

[qhoaaaa]

Milo with piercings and other features I imagine he has (and some hcs with Sweetheart hebehebeeheb)

Piercings!!/jewelry

He has them Dahlia piercings (lol) look them up they’re so cool

Has piercings on his ears, a few studs as well as a nose ring

Definitely buys different kinds of earrings and stuff to decorate his ears depending on the event

Brow piercing, especially on the right brow UGHH

They’re all gold colored, he also has some regular silver and black, has a few green colored studs as well

He’s gotta own a few gold chains (as a gold chain haver myself lmao), he keeps them in good condition

Sweetheart got him one as a gift and he teared up, kept asking them how much it was and they only said for him to not worry about it(it was expensive) - he wears it everyday and night and even in the shower

His neck sometimes gets nipped by the metal and when Sweetheart sees him bring a hand to rub at it, they ask, "Why don't you take it off?" And he says, "Eh, I don't wanna... it's from you, sure as hell I'm not gonna take it off."

Features:

Symmetrical beauty marks under his eyes (Sweetheart absolutely LOVESSS them, kisses his eyes a lot because of them), and on his cheeks too (genetics are INSANEEE)

Sharp canines,,, yesssss

Few patterned beauty marks on his shoulders

Most of his skin is just bare and smooth but Sweetheart loves when they see his beauty marks on his shoulders or his face when he’s taking a shirt off or resting

His back has a few long scars from sparring with the other wolves when he was younger, he didn’t want them healed fully, let them scar as a learning experience, Milo lets Sweetheart massage them or put a balm on them so the tissue doesn’t get weird, he feels all mushy (in a good way) when Sweetheart unexpectedly kisses down his scars (he makes sure to tell him it feels good too AWGWGW)

Really REALLY soft hands

Light chest hair (HSBSHS WORK WITH ME OKAY LET ME COOK)

Chest tattoo, it’s a singular design he made up himself (drew it and everything), it’s probably a symbol that’s important to him/his mother and his way to honor her, he has accompanying designs on his fingers

Tattoo of Sweetheart’s name on his nape (tell me that this wouldn’t look nice,, I’ll wait)

(Off topic but I saw a post where Marie and Colm have tattoos of Milo’s first paw prints of when he shifted for the first time and he would def do the same if he and Sweetheart have kids)

He and Sweetheart get ring tattoos on their ring fingers when discussing getting rings (I love that audio), they wear the actual rings on their thumbs

My personal opinion but he would not have grills ❌❌ (never liked those but to each their own !)

He has golden eyes (all wolves do and it’s just a variety of shades but his are golden golden and they’re so pretty, he wears brown contacts/Unempowereds see brown to cover the color)

Sweetheart has smile lines, they popped up after meeting and getting with Milo, Milo ADORES them

They used to hide their smile before meeting Milo, needless to say, they smile widely now, teeth and all and its the cutest to him, seeing that smile is how Milo knows that they're comfortable and relaxed and having fun

Theyre at least 6'3 , buff and curves THEY GOT IT ALL

Sweetheart works out at the gym semi regularly and Milo practically drools when he sees them and their muscles , they have long legs(LEG MUSCLES TOO) and he's all over them

Sweetheart loves his arms, no reason, they just do

They like to feel up and down his upper arms and his shoulders, he likes the touch

He has super curly black hair, got it from his mom (we love you Mama Greer) while most of his sisters have straight/wavy hair like their dad, no facial hair

He’s just reaaaaaalllllyyyty hot in general ouughhhhh 🫣🫣🫣

[tamsinbeybey-she-no-porcupine]

liveblog ghosts S5ep 5

this is it. The ep I'm fearing the most. I will cry and scream probably omg this is it isn't it.

Spoilers and feral babbling ahead probably

i am 1 sec in had to pause I'm so nervous about Caps death and my soft boy Havers

-annie-versary ☺️

-a new math meme from Robin😍

-i thinks it's gonna be a you don't connected shit Kind of EP xD

-oh phew Larry and Ben that's a relief

-a decapitated Doll how nice

-already kicked the bucket list 😂

-i am screaming Julian and Fanny 😂😂

-no rhythm? No legs 😂

-oh another Fan theory is adressed☺️

-"kitty ma Love" awww

-138

-nicht 😱

-i love Cap so much

-phew Julian for a Moment I thought He would be creepy

-walter🥰

-now His Body is Like a horse xD

-snuffles, Macy 🥰🥰 I need to Finish writing that one wip

-oh No this is where the flashbacks start

-oh No it isn't. Omg how Long is her Hair

-i want the flashbacks 🙁 I think.

-omg Fanny let her Hair down🥰

-ich bin so ufgregt omg Had to Stop again to whine to my sis

-fuck it's starting

-or Not

-why musst they tease me Like this

-atomic Kitty 😂

-awww Mike xD i know the Feeling though

-no sireeeee xD

-i scared 😂😂😂

-omg coming Out now maybe??

-pat Thomas hug😭

-pat🥲

-omg omg now it's starting

-he broke in omg

-omg omg omg that explains IT the little rascal

-holy fuck i am screaming i screamed Out loud Hes there Hes looking at him holy fuck

-the Sound I Made was Not human. It's him my babes my soft boy omg im so nervous

-he has scars now but they weirdly suit him

-i can't tell If He looked Happy or Not

-was will der Heini denn jetzt geh da weg !

-havers Looks nervous or displeased I can't tell

-oh Shit no. He Just wanted to see him again

-oh fuck it's a Heartattack. Thank god. The horrible stuff I imagined isn't true after all!

-hes running to him 😭😭😭😭

-i know😭😭

I am sobbing. For realsies my eyes are leaking

Anthony 😭😭 James 😭😭😭(aka Teddy)

The hands😭😭

Omg was ist Havers swaggerstick??!!

I am going insane

How soft He Said james. His soft little smile.He Loved him No one can Tell me otherwise

The tear in Cap's eyes

He couldn't even Touch His face because the Guys stood there and watched😭😭

I have to Update the how Havers smiled at him Post😭😭

Peter again with the microexpressions 😭😭😭😭😭

Poor Cap😭 poor Havers😭😭

I can already hear some say that this still doesn't Show If Feelings were reciprocated. I feel it does. Even without a tear from Havers.

I need a small pause i played this little Clip so many Times know

Cap broke into that Thing to See Havers again my Heart I am screaming

.

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-Fanny 🥺

-could we Count him telling the Story in a way as coming Out?

-mike 🥰

-achy breaky Heart 😂

Cap's Dancing omg screaming again

-julian omg😂😂😂

-i love Green on alliaon

[lotsadeer]

Hello it is @faelynfawn. Oh my gods, please inform me about your Cirque Du Soleil AU.

Me 🤝 You

Circus/Cirque Du Soleil AU

@faelynfawn I'm not on my pc so I cant find the post I made about it AND MIND I'm not a circus knowledge haver I'm a theatre kid who wanted to be a techie for CdS SO ALL OF MY THOUGHTS COME FROM THAT ASPECT

anyway so the show's story is based on 3rd Life, focusing on the war between Dogwarts and Monopoly Mountain, with intercuts of the different factions and individuals.

Scar's character is interesting because he is a clown who, upon killing the Red King, ceases to be a clown. I havent thought much past that yet but your circus au has me havin THOUGHTS on what he does in the show

If I was gonna write this fic (I have a mecha au fic I gotta do first) it would be UUUUH treebark because I'm me and I'm an absolute idiot for treebark. Specifically Martyn's perspective. Techie who bumble fucked his way into being the understudy for The Hand and then the performer got sick/injured so woops you're in the show now! And Ren who has been off and on flirting with this tech now gets to see him MORE?? best show ever.

All of my knowledge of CdS has to do with the like, acting and character archetypes and set design and lighting and shit. I am a techie through and through. I haven't looked at the circus aspect of it (yet).

I have uuuh

some drawings of Ren's costume I think. Cause I am also a costume design nerd.

Masquerade themes, everyone is wearing a mask to hide who they are etc etc THEMES also I like dual purpose costumes that change as the character changes by just undoing a snap. favourite shit right there.

tell me what you think I am very 👀 at your circus au also having Cirque du Soleil inspirations (shaking your hand as a theatre kid)

[dutiful-wildcraft]

Darren “Darri” Martin

“I think a lot, listen to music…I’m very fond of flowers.”

Alias: Thumper

Age: 36

Relationship: Gaz/Ghost/Soap

Physical Description: Broad and bulky, Darri stands at around 6’1”, with dark brown hair shaved close at the sides, and a bit longer on the top. He usually rocks some darker stubble around his jaw and mouth. Darri is stocky and thick, carrying a soft cushion of fat around his tummy and thighs. Though most of his piercings are removed, he still has stretched lobes from when he was a teenager. Darri has brownish/green hazel eyes and can be seen sporting black fingernails that he’s colored in with a sharpie. When in civvies Darren is usually clad in black jeans and a band tee, with a well worn leather jacket. American southern accent haver, though it's been toned down a bit. Scar on his eyebrow from where he busted his head on a coffee table as a wee lad. Has a few “tacky” tattoos such as a tribal armband on his arm. He’s since had it filled in as a solid band that's now part of a large floral piece that stretches up his right arm and around most of his upper back. 

Personality: INFP. Idealistic and empathetic. He would be the capybara you put other baby animals with to foster. Tender hearted and sentimental to a fault at times. He was considered a sensitive boy. Easily brought to tears as a young thing. He would learn to hide it under a soft smile as he got older, he still wears his heart on his sleeve. Darri is fairly emotionally intelligent, and pours a lot of his feelings into journaling, poetry or song writing. His intensity translates to his abilities in the field as well. While sometimes reckless in his eagerness to help. Darri would take a bullet for any of his team mates, and fights viscously to ensure their safety. He definitely show’s his love through acts of service. Preferring to take on the duties of another for a while, just to ease their burden.  While his words may not be the loudest, his actions certainly are. 

Background: Darri’s parents had passed away in a fatal crash when he was freshly 18, leaving him to care for his younger sister Ruby.  Barely scraping by, and with minimum education; Darri felt he had few options for himself other than joining the military under the bullshit promise of solid benefits and decent pay. Hell, maybe he could do some good in the process. Darri had grown up with Alex Keller. They became close friends in middle school, and it would partially be Alex who stirred the idea of the military to Darri. The pair would serve on a few tours together, and remain in contact. It was through Keller that Darren met Price. Whom the Captain took a shine too. Like the others before him, Martin would be stolen and brought into the 141 at Captain Price’s urging.  Darri excels in interrogations and infiltrations, and he’s even taken extra courses on emergency medicine just in case. 

Quirks/Misc:

-Wanted to be a rockstar when he grew up, he and his friends had a band that was surprisingly good. Darri has a gorgeous singing voice, and can play the shit out of some guitar. 

-His southern accent gets worse when he’s drunk or angry. 

-Is an absolute BABY when drunk. Think that buzzfeed vid of them dropping a box of puppies on drunk girls who start bawling immediately. Thats him.

-minds his manners, especially with the elderly and women. Largely a product of how he was raised. 

-had a hard time in school for his supposed “pussy” behavior. When he finally got his growth spurt, he beat all their asses. He would sit in ISS for weeks.

-Is the number one perpetrator of burning himself out. The man lives on a swivel, and has a bad habit of trying to anticipate others needs all the time over his own. He’ll crash and burn for months before he asks for help. If he asks for help. But would immediately be up in arms if it were one of his partners who refused to communicate. 

-is embarrassed of his laugh, for such a big man he has a higher pitched giggle of a laugh. You know that vid of Anderson Cooper losing it? Yeah, that’s Darri. 

-addicted to chapstick

-metal enthusiast

-fidgety, while his aim through a sniper rifle is impeccable, don't ask him to sit still for a long time. He bounces his leg, cracks his knuckles, makes little noises to himself. During meetings he typically refuses to sit, instead he sways in place in the back while he listens. 

-sensory seeker, he loves to be put in big bear hugs, especially when he’s anxious. Wears headphones a lot, sleeps terribly without a fan. 

-Uses the terms dude, rad and sick unironically, the english boys mock him for it (teasingly of course).

-pseudo-therapist for the barracks. Ghost thinks he knows what everyone is up to. It’s Darri who really knows..because they told him themselves. 

-can pick any lock, rarely uses this skill for shenanigans to Soap’s disappointment. 

-energy drink connoisseur.

-got his sister a huge dog to keep watch over her when he left home. 

-is a food grazer, snacks throughout the day rather than eat a big meal. The others lowkey fuss about him not eating enough. (Gaz “accidently” leaves snacks out, Darri eats them everytime.)

[oldmemoria]

lmao i fucking forgot to share this

not only do i have unorganized miguel heacanons but i have unorganized HOBIE ones too

i have unorganized random headcanons for all the characters i brainrot over these two are no different!!

identity headcanons first hehe:

hes trans. he probably diyed his hrt and also has top surgery somehow hes magic. (i also think he'd have tattoos over his scars, either super cool bat/devil wings or an intricate spider design on their whole abdomen cant decide ill draw it later 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉)

he, however, doesnt really have any specific sexuality or gender labels they feel like they fit into. theyre attacted to all genders of varying degrees but doesnt really put a label on it. he just exists.

also doesnt mind what pronouns you use for her. any/all. basically.

also also would encourage people to use the weirdest and coolest neopronouns they can think of for zem like REALLY go out there WHATEVER YOU CAN THINK OF.

ADHD haver?? MAYBE???

to the rest acaksdlfj;akdjf:

theyre very crafty and dabble in basically every form of art. music, graffiti, painting, sculpting (mainly with trash or scraps or random discarded items he finds, more on that later on), sewing, whatever. if he can learn to do it she will.

he is super touchy and likes being close to people, but also understand boundaries.

very emotionally intelligent, i feel like this is canon anyway but ill just put it out there, ze can basically sense if someone is upset.

LOVES ABSOLUTELY LIVES FOR talking to new people, will go out of their way to introduce himself to basically everyone, especially new spider-people she meets.

he is a bit of a joker, ofc, but he wont try and push boundaries that he clearly sees or hears from the person theyre talking to. hi people who hc him as being an unself aware dickhead shut up you are very wrong did you even watch the movie.

this one is probably my favorite but he will pick up random things he sees around him and keep them for art projects. cool rock on the sidewalk? its a rock, hes gonna take it. funny lookin bug? might pick it up for a little to look at it and put it back in a safer spot. bottle cap? "mine now". like i said before he likes using litter to make art.

he will stop mid-mission if he sees something cool that he can take home like "oh [riff] cool leaf" and put it in his pocket.

i was referencing this post btw i love this headcanon, absolutely genius, i will steal it ty /lhj

this stealing of random objects from all around the multiverse has caused many lectures for miguel (they arent listening)

they have some kind of control over what texture/color they turn into if xey really think about it but most of the time he just kind of.. lets it do its thing. (sort of like a RainWing?)

shockingly good at vague yet oddly specific threats that are unrealistic but if you really think about it it's like "oh yeah he could totally do that..." but she wouldn't. yknow what im saying right???

while he does live in the 70s where technology was uh... not as popular nor as advanced as they are now, he's aware of modern tech through Gwen, Miles, Pav, DEFINITELY through Margo and Miguel, but she doesn't really use it often. doesnt really see the point.

along with that he also is aware of modern music as well, he has mixed feelings (gwen is probably the biggest influence though she is such a Pinkshift/Paramore/My Chem girlie it hurts to think about)

100% collects record of artists, especially smaller artists, that they like.

if you get them going about music he will talk for HOURS. HOURS until you tell him to shut up, even though fae totally wont listen and will keep going anyway. (just like me teehee projecting is fun <3 )

while hobie does use his guitar as a weapon for some reason he is quite protective of it. they wont try and stop you from touching it or playing it, but he will watch you like a hawk. half out of "oo look another person is interested in guitar" and the other half of "👁️👁️ dont break it i can only do that /j" (a lot of musicians are like that, i would know, im one of them. ha)

loves stray animals. cats, dogs, birds, anything. he will stop to pet them if they let him.

he also will talk to cats like any other person. especially spider cat. spider cat could make a cat noise and he'd act like he understood it. "yeah totally man, i get it. meow."

he can sing like... averagely? he has a good sense of pitch and timing, as most musicians do, but she isnt professionally trained or really does it too often

they will scream though

also really likes messing with makeup and bodypaint. he will spend hours on it if he can.

FUCK I AM SO HAPPY I DIDNT POST THIS IMMEDIATELY BECAUSE I KEEP REMEMBERING THINGS ACK HERES ONE LAST ONE POST THIS AFTER ASH I SWEAR (edit from two weeks later: i forgor): he definitely isnt a morning person. he loves to sleep in. definitely values rest, like a lot. miguel will call him at like 7 am and hobie will flip him off and say 5 more minutes when they really mean 2 more hours.

do i have any more?? hmmm maybe if i remember but this is what i have so far. mostly just silly lil headcanons that arent entirely plot relevant as most of my headcanons are.

[m1nts]

I thought up of an AU and as you are AU extraordinaire (AKA came up with the Phantom of the Opera AU), I thought to ask you: Would it be cringe if I made a Ghosts soul animal AU? I think it would.

But I don’t care that it’s cringe. So! People have a full human form that’s used 90% of the time because it’s the most convient.

Then there’s the half form, which has the most distinguishing parts of the animal appear on a person. E.g. ears and tails on coyotes, scales and different coloured eyes/slit pupils on snakes, feathers on birds and gills on sharks.

Full form is the animal itself (not anthropomorphic). It’s only really used when competing in sport, fighting or some leisurely activities like sunbathing.

Did I think of this just so I could think about a half form snow leopard Captain using a half form lion Havers’s mane as a pillow? Yes. Yes I did. I’m cringe and I’m free.

Cap not being able to roar (because snow leopards can’t) could be a great metaphor about him looking the part but not being able to act the part, which is a bit of a metaphor for his entire life and career.

When he hears the higher ranks call, he feels intimidated, despite being in the same army alongside them. And so, when he hears Havers for the first time, he’s breath taken by how he doesn’t feel afraid. He feels safe. Protected.

Should I write a fic about this? I’m still on the fence.

I am very glad you have thought of me as the AU extraordinaire for my Phantom AU! Now here’s the thing.

I made the Capvers Phantom AU because I began thinking about Havers wearing the phantom mask to hide his insecurities (aka his scars) and then enter the Captain who thinks that’s just tish tosh so I drew it. It was very self indulgent and in my mind it was genius. Let me tell you, I watched the 2004 movie and then right after watched the 25th Anniversary of Phantom of the Opera in the Royal Albert Hall special and so thus began the journey of writing the Capvers Phantom AU and posting it on AO3 knowing full well I have irls on this forsaken site.

Is it cringe to write this banger AU you have come up with? Not at all. Why? Because AU’s are self indulgent to the NINES. WRITE THIS AU. DO IT I DARE YOU. IF IT MAKES YOU FIXATED AND BRAIN ROT DO IT. THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED TO ME WITH THIS PHANTOM AU!

I WILL ENABLE- IM AN ENABLER NOW- I WILL ENABLE YOU TO WRITE THIS AU

[caeran]

Modern au caphavers fanart 😔✋

[ailendolin]

Wounded (2/5)

Title: Wounded [AO3]

Characters: The Captain/Havers

Warnings: Spoilers for Series 5

Summary: 3 ways the Captain didn’t find out about Havers’s wound, 1 way he did, and 1 way he might have if life had been a little kinder to them both.

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

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Wounded

Chapter 2: The Letter

The letter arrived from France in the late summer days of 1944.

While the Captain had been able to keep tabs on Havers through official action reports, allowing him to follow his journey from North Africa to Sicily, Italy and finally France, he was always anxious to hear from him in person, especially after battles and skirmishes. Operation Goodwood was no different. It had been a success as far as he knew – one if not the largest tank battle the British Army had fought in the war – but that would mean absolutely nothing if he didn’t hear from Havers soon.

Did that make him a bad soldier? Probably. But the Captain couldn’t bring himself to care. Havers’s letters had kept him sane over the years and kept him going even when his work seemed rather pointless in the grand scheme of things. Their correspondence had started with Havers’s first letter from North Africa, letting him know that he had arrived safely and was well. The Captain had written back that he was glad to hear it, and that Button House was not the same without him – least of all their cricket team. It could have ended there – should have, if the Captain was being honest with himself – but it hadn’t. They had continued writing to each other and Havers, after the Captain had admitted to worrying about him, started sending him letters after every battle he was involved in even if it wasn’t his turn to write – all just to let the Captain know he was okay.  

The Captain couldn’t even begin to put into words how much that meant to him.

The wait for Havers’s letter after Operation Goodwood was longer than usual. The more days passed, the more the Captain found himself tense and on edge, causing him to snap at his personnel for something minor he probably would have laughed at only a week before. He was sure it was quite a relief not just him but for everyone when Havers’s letter finally arrived from the front one sunny morning in late August.

The Captain had expected it to contain the usual message: the operation went according to planl, we drove the enemy back, I am unharmed and well.

What he read instead was: I am sorry to say that Jerry finally got me. It was luck on the enemy’s part, no doubt, as I saw the grenade coming but did not manage to duck quite quickly enough. The blast showered me with shrapnel, some of which caught the left side of my face, neck and side. I’m happy to report nothing vital was injured and the nurses reassure me that the scar I have now running down my face has done nothing to diminish my handsome looks. I don’t think anyone has ever called me handsome before – I certainly never thought of myself that way – and I had a good laugh about that. I told them they should meet you, sir – that they’d know what true handsomeness looks like then. But of course that would mean you would be here and wounded like me, and as much as I would like to see you again, I’d rather you’re safe and as far away from danger as currently possible.

The Captain didn’t know what shocked him more: the knowledge that Havers had been wounded so badly he would bear the scars of it for the rest of his life or the fact that his former lieutenant had just called him handsome in his letter. The post-scriptum about Havers’s promotion to the rank of major barely registered after that.

That evening when he got ready for bed, the Captain looked in the mirror and took in the lines trailing across his forehead and the crow’s feet framing his eyes, wondering what Havers could possibly find handsome about either of them. Out of the two of them, surely Havers was the one who had been blessed with good looks. Those warm brown eyes, that kind smile that never failed to make his face light up, those strong arms …

He thought of the scar Havers had so briefly described in his letter and found it impossible to imagine that an injury – any sort of injury – could make him look anything less than handsome. He would tell him so in his letter tomorrow.

Perhaps Havers would trust the word of his former captain more than that of nurses.

[dadsbongos]

Hello!

First things first, I absolutely adore your fic, Monachopsis. Like, I can say that one is easily one of my fav fics I’ve read with Eddie and just, ugh, it’s so good. It makes me so happy and I go back to read it from time to time!

Second thing, I saw that you were open to writing for a disabled!reader and I wanted to suggest maybe a Reader who has a really noticeable disfigurement? For example, my disfigurement is that I was born without my right jaw bone, and my right ear, so my face is noticeably off center and one side looks more developed then the other. Im also blind amd deaf on my right side! Its called Goldenhar Syndrome! I’ve had a bunch of surgeries on my face and for other things so I have noticeable scars too. (Of course you dont have to go down this specific route, but I figured it would help to give an example XD)

Anyway, if you want, I’d love to see a fic where Eddie and Reader with that kind of situation, interact!

If anything, I just wanna say that I really like your interpretation of Eddie and to say again that your writing is great!

wahhh thank you so much :,(( that is so kind of you to say omg thank you for this ask, this concept was NOT leaving my skull and i found it adorable

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warnings - mentions of surgery/surgical scars, hospital waiting room (idk beware nosocomephobia havers), not proofread oopsie doopsie

summary - you’re waiting to go into reconstructional surgery, and your boyfriend - Eddie - won’t stop trying to read your patient form.

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“Can I see that?” Eddie holds his hand out, chunky rings wiggling on his fingers when you don’t immediately pass over your patient form.

“Why?”

“I wanna read it,” he pouts and leans close, you can smell the cheap cologne he last-minute sprayed on in the van outside.

“Do you not know why we’re here?” you turn to full face him on your left, head tilting, “Eddie.”

“I know!” he holds his hands up defensively, grinning wide, volume of his protest breaking the golden rule of silence in hospital waiting rooms, “I absolutely know. We’re here for your surgery,” he kisses your forehead sweetly, “You little cutie, thinking I’m a bad boyfriend.”

“Never said that,” you flip to the next page, filling out emergency contacts and home phone numbers and health insurance information.

“It was seriously implied, babe, and I don’t appreciate that.”

Eddie is practically breathing down your neck, nearly caging you against the stone blue wall on your other side. A green and white opaque glass vase sits on the darkwood table between your chair and the wall, a daisy that reminds you of the ones Eddie picks for you outside his trailer sits among roses and lilies. You see it while turning your back to your beau to avoid his piercing bambi stare.

“Babe,” he whines, cheek pressing to the back of your left shoulder, and you can still feel his eyes burn a white-hot hole through your papers, “I’m just trying to see something.”

“What?” you turn back around to face him, “What’re you trying to see, honey?”

He hesitates and a hole splices straight through your gut, and the more logical side of you knows for certain that Eddie would never - not after all his pining and hopeless romance - but something inside you lives on the fear that maybe he forgot. You want him to know, and you’re sure he does. But insecurity is pure ugliness that rides woes and waves.

“Did you forget the name of my condition?” 

Immediately, Eddie jerks back, curls waving wildly as he hurriedly shakes his head, “Not at all, baby,” your nose scrunches in the cute little way it always has when he says something ridiculous, “I’ll say it.”

“Go on,” you’re teasing now, and Eddie can feel his heart relax between his ribs. He hates when you’re upset and he always, always has.

Since you two first met in the lobby to Ms. Perkins’ speech therapy. He saw you trying to stuff yourself into the farthest gray corner, and before he could say anything, he was being called in. to discuss the trials and tribulations of his pesky stutter (honestly, it was like his brain just moved way too fast for his tongue sometimes). Before he left, though, he insisted on writing down his number for you - Wayne insisting later that people normally know the names of someone they give their number to. There was an energy about your side of the room - like the anticipation you get before a firework blasts off.

You were quiet, but he could sense thrumming - a big, loud bass smothered in the basement. And he’d be lying by saying that your little pout wasn’t adorable. That wrinkle of your nose that captures him mind, body, and soul to this day enraptured him even then.

“Goldenhair Syndrome.”

You laugh, hand flying to cover your mouth as you giggle.

“Oh, so that’s not it?” he throws his hands up, pure defeat in his muscles. He grins, enjoying the peels of your joy, “Did I say it wrong? I can spell it, probably.”

“You did say it wrong,” you fill out the final sections of your form and run it up to the receptionist, “So wrong, baby,” before sitting back in your chair, you brush a lock of his curls behind his ears and pat his cheek, just a little condescending, “Goldenhar.”

“Okay, so I got the last part wrong,” he rolls his eyes, checking the clock and noting there’s still thirty minutes until surgery, “Goldenhar. Oops.”

“Better,” you prod his arm with your nail, “What were you looking for then?”

“I was watching you write your name to see if you’d,” he snorts, more nervous than genuine in his laugh, “You know!” he twirls the skull ring around his finger, shrugging, “Hesitate and almost write an ‘M’ for your last name, it’s whatever!”

“Eds.”

“What?” he’s smitten to a point of barely even being embarrassed. He’d only find shame in it if you did.

“That’s adorable,” you take his hand, squeezing tight, and Eddie squeezes back tighter.

“Thank you, I really, really try.”

And as soon as you’re off for some reconstructional surgery - Eddie will rush off to buy you the biggest bouquet he can buy. He likes giving you the torn-root daisies as much as you enjoy receiving them, but buying flowers for you would be nice. 

“Maybe one day, I’ll actually get to write Munson, hm?”

“Oh, honey,” he excitedly turns to face you fully, eyes wide and lips pulled back so far his teeth are on display, “If you’d let me, I’d marry you right now.”

“Stop,” you swat his arm and you both giggle - neither entirely joking, though. 

There’s a soft lull. And Eddie does as he’s best at and breaks it.

“Nervous?”

“A little,” tenderly, you brush your fingertips against the collection of scars from previous surgeries, “You?”

“Why would I be nervous?”

“In case there’s an absolutely dashing doctor in there,” you like making Eddie laugh.

It was like making George Carlin - the so-called Godfather of comedy himself - laugh. Simply the funniest man you’ve ever met - and that may be bias, but you can’t be bothered to care.

“God, I hope not,” he grimaces, “Who else would I force to listen to my campaign plots?”

“Oh, whatever, Munson.”

He leans over and kisses your cheek sweetly, “Yeah, ‘whatever’. You’d be lost without my campaign plots.”

“That’s true,” you squeeze his hand again and he squeezes right back, “I’d hate it terribly.”

"Good," he nods curtly, already planning the route to the florist he saw not a block away from this hospital, "I would too, honestly."

[vacantgodling]

for the birthday boy!!! 2, 8, 17, 21👀

thank youuuuuu 🥰🥰

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

i think because he’s on a schedule at the chateau, that kind of counts as a daily ritual in some regards—especially before hya was the spouse of the keeper, amon’s routine was much stricter and there was less time wasted with leisure. now he gets off doing more things bc of favoritism LMAO. but i don’t think before that / in general he has Specific rituals that are like emotionally significant or meaningful to him. it’s partially bc of a poverty mindset but also because he just doesn’t attach emotional value to doing something repetitively i think. he kind of goes with the flow in most cases.

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

sex & he loves sex so definitely positive LMAOOOO

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

it’s a weird thing, but it’ll make sense as i explain it, but i think the modest kind of butler’s uniform is something that amon really likes? he absolutely hated it at first when he first started working at the chateau because he was used to more loser fitting clothing (dude one of these days i gotta draw a comparison from amon before he started working at the chateau to now because it is Night and Fucking Day), which was obviously lower quality bc he lived in halifax. BUT the longer he’s spent at the chateau, and the longer he wears the uniform (especially in relation to hya it’s bordering kink at this point lmao) the more he comes to kind of associate it with being able to control his circumstances; of taking matters into his own hands and shit. and it’s like “dress for the job you want, not the job you have” mentality, right? so i think that’s kind of how he feels about it. so from the shined shoes, to the gloves (he doesn’t have to wear gloves btw but he does to hide the scars on his hands, just as he doesn’t necessarily Have to wear a high collar but yknow), some part of it when he starts looking in the mirror *feels* intentional. and he always teases hya about his obsession with fashion and his wardrobe but he also kind of starts to understand in a certain way how having control of your wardrobe can really shape how you feel about yourself tm.

this being said i think the most of a ritual he has about his clothes is changing his gloves every two days. he would honestly love to have a new pair every day But who has the money for that? he also sneaks them into the fancy laundry LOL.

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

so this is gonna be under a cut PFFFF

for turn offs, amon doesn’t really have too many. he’s not into daddy/baby or age play as like a hard “nah” BUT he’s also extremely open to trying anything at least once pfff.

so this is a non exhaustive list of this ridiculous man’s ridiculous kinks, referenced from this list i found LOL

impact “play” (not really spanking so much as he gets turned on getting into actual fucking fights 💀 — but this does extend to spanking, slapping, flogging the works)

being restrained (doesn’t matter how — this includes being hog tied, gags, blind folds, the only restraint he doesn’t like is cock cages because he enjoys more of the challenge of having to physically keep himself from cumming and then if he fails he gets punished vibes)

most orgasm play (edging, forced, overstimulation, denial, the works)

breath play (choking on cock is literally his favorite thing as seen by *gestures to birthday present*, but the only person who he lets get an actual hand around his neck is hya bc he trusts him)

he’s obvs got a big oral fixation cock worship + rimming are high on his list

he likes getting RAILED. rough sex, some slight dubcon (he’s always willing but the roleplay of it after a fight is fun). speaking of getting railed, orgies and bukkakes he enjoys a lot. sloppy seconds, the works. he is such a risky sex haver jfc 💀 this all kind of falls into the “primal sex play” category ig so like. wrestling, biting, scratching—hell blood play as well is a Huge turn on for him. please draw blood he’ll cum so hard.

skin sensation play is a new one he tries with hya but he enjoys it. wax and ice are his favorites.

degradation and humiliation clearly. he’s also very obviously a bratty sub he likes to talk back and get punished. tho he does sub more often he is Technically a switch and can be dom but his dom tastes are actually vastly different than his sub tastes. as a sub, he’s very much like “Fuck. Me. Up.” but as a dom he’s more caring and tender; he only tops if he really Cares about someone and thus…. does not top often PFFF. it’s not that he doesn’t care about hya tho, it’s just the fact that hya is a top 99% of the time (tho amon does top hya more in the realm of after they get married and i gotta write that out cuz when me and my partner talked about it i cried over how emo i got LMAO)

he’s also an exhibitionist annnnnnnnd he’s a lil bit into other body fluids like spit and piss a lil bit. hya will not let him live it down despite amon swearing it was just once PFFF.

[real-s4lmonid]

S4LMONS MUGEN HEADCANON MEGAPOST

maybe i will do more of these

Mano

transgender male, pansexual, hungarian / he wears tall boots and sometimes heels because he’s self conscious about his height / generally a bitch to people, but if you somehow manage to be his friend or get close to him he’s actually a sweet guy / surprisingly good at making machines despite a lack of education. was too busy getting horribly traumatized to learn / love language is giving gifts / he likes painting a lot, he made the painting portal things in the lobby! / autistic little man :> he has hyperfixes on rats and weaponry (specifically guns)  / was technically born human but soon after some weird ass genetic mutation turned him into a demon rock thing / his hair is very messy he doesn’t really bother to brush it / loves attention good or bad / surprisingly strong for his size / loves his tall genderful partner

Cyclops

bigender, gay, french / chubby. he’s a chef what do you expect /shes the best cook in mugen no competition, one of few who wouldn’t explode the kitchen trying to make microwave ramen noodle / was also born on earth, and also turned into an angel rock person / was actually able to get educated because she wasn’t busy getting traumatized.  / pretty boy / has big blue eye. not the staring into your soul type / him and mano aren’t enemies mano just likes fucking around and annoying cy and cy deals with it.  / sweetest ever <3 / big fluffy afro type hair / cy x omen ……………… / love language is gifts (gifts in the form of yumy food)

Omen

bi and in denial, he/him / gay and homophobic at the same time / a hater / despite the fact that he is fucking married to cy he’s still in denial that he’s bi / i dont have much about this guy idk. he’s just kind of an asshole / love language is words / fucking emo ass haircut

Smug Sun

genderfluid, any/all, bi / #1 haver of gender / loves their short bf / wavy hair / very tall. / siblings are soulsun and sorbsun / very sweet person / them and their siblings just randomly popped into existence in mugen / buff boygirl real / very smart, one of their favorite pastimes is reading / love language is words

Jesu

he/they, gay, disabled / was born in heaven, has been an angel their whole life / a guardian who protects people / never had working legs, was in a wheelchair their whole life, doesnt really mind it / married to diego / father of many. (i hc most of the player characters being young, and jesu is an adoptive father figure to most of them) / him and jakel are enemies

Diego

he/him, gay, mexican / one of the only actual humans in mugen / chubby / first language is spanish / #1 father figure / somehow managed to make friends with jakel (and the rest of the enemies) / most friendly guy ever / very good at playing guitar, he just likes to get a bit silly sometimes and play the most fucked up insane music / biological father of samurai and kidney stone. kidney stone had some fucked up stuff happen so theyre no longer human, but samurai is a human / has a great singing voice / *points to airport* this is where i watched my parents die

Jäkel

they/them, aroace, swedish / used to be a devil-human thing / died of lung cancer / a spirit / they still smoke despite the fact that smoking fucking killed them / manos adoptive father. met in ✨lore✨ / a hater / water hurts them a lot, especially holy water (cuz of the whole demon thing) / they have a scar on like half their face cuz of water / asshole. worst guy youll ever meet. would kill has killed will kill again. / they have a soft spot for their pet spiders and roses, they have a whole ass garden of various roses, mostly red ones/ was born in sweden / they didnt like their parents and their parents didn’t like them so they killed their parents /yes they went right to hell. and apparently they were enough of a terrible person that they are now satans right hand man