#hed have alcohol poisoning by then

[crappyyuki]

You know the drill.

Zenonia!

I have a problem.

Aha. Ha. Yeah. Another Regret and Chael drawing. I love em. Sue me, I guess.

I love dad Regret with all my heart and I just love their dynamic, okay? Literally most of the flashbacks were about Chael asking for his advice. And aside from them having the best father-son relationship ever, the protag actually has a dad, a good dad. An adoptive dad but a dad nonetheless. How could I not love that? Best dad in RPG'S since 2011.

They are literally the main reason why I'm still in the Zenonia fandom and why I'm still waiting for the global release of Chronobreak even with it just being a standard MMORPG than Zenonia. I. Just. Want. Them. To. Be. Happy.

It has its flaws, sure, and plenty of plot holes like in Zenonia 1 why is Sun still alive in the Evil Route when its impossible for her to survive that attack or why the fuck did Dupre not tell Sun about Regret and vice versa or in Zenonia 3 did Regret know about Frey being Celine or did he just forget that Chael was an angel and just told him he was human but dammit the only flaw that matters is that they can't be happy together :(

And if Gamevil won't give it to me then I'll make it myself.

I want more Zenonia content :(

Oh. And don't let the cute sleeping baby face fool you. He cries all the damn time. Hence Regret's eyebags.

Regret loves him regardless :)

Here's the other versions!

I was trying to make a manga aesthetic. I hope I did it right.

[agaypanic]

could you please do a chase davenport x musical reader ?? she’s constantly asking him “how does this sound” and blessing his ears with her voice. sometimes even asking him to help her play something only for his intelligence to shine and play every instrument perfectly much to her surprise. thanks a bunch !!

His Little Songbird (Chase Davenport X Singer!Reader)

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Summary: Chase is the first person you go to for thoughts on something new you’ve written. He’ll do anything to keep hearing your voice.

A/N: i feel like if chase was dating a musical person/singer, hed totally call them his songbird or something equally as cheesy and everyone would think it’s cringey but his s/o would be giggling and shit. Made reader like semi-famous (she’s going on a tour) bc i think thats fun

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Bringing Chase along on your first tour was probably the best decision you ever made. Being the smartest man in the world, he could handle any technical problem you were having in a flash. He was so supportive, always making sure you took care of yourself and watching every show without ever getting tired of hearing the same set over and over again. Plus, having your boyfriend with you while you traveled around the country was way better than having to text or call whenever you wanted to talk to him.

But one of the coolest things about having Chase with you was that he absolutely loved being the first person you went to when a new song popped into your head.

“Hey, Chase?” You called out, scribbling notes and words in your little notebook. You were hanging out backstage before a sound check and decided to do some writing.

“Yeah?” He answered, appearing by your side almost instantly. He crouched down next to you, glancing at your notes before looking up at you curiously.

“What do you think of this?” You asked, tilting the notebook so he could get a better look. Being a fast reader, he looked at the page briefly before looking back at you.

“Good rhymes.” He said. “Wanna try it?” You nodded, and Chase left, coming back with a guitar and chair. He got settled, and you held the book out for both of you to see. Having bionic super smarts, Chase could easily play any instrument. So whenever you wanted to see how something would sound, he quickly volunteered to grab whatever you had in mind to play along. It sort of made you wish that he would be on stage with you, but Chase insisted that he was better helping you behind the scenes.

Chase started strumming the chords you had written down, waiting for you to start singing. When you did, he had to power through his playing. Chase was always taken aback by your beautiful voice. If you had to take a shot for every time he fawned over your singing, you’d probably get alcohol poisoning in a day.

When you were finished, you and Chase had a small conversation about things to fix, playing the song over and over until you were satisfied. Then, when you were called over to do a sound check, you kissed Chase and gave him the notebook to put in your bag.

Hours later, your concert was in full swing. Chase watched your performance from backstage like he did every show, phone recording the entire time despite it being the same songs. And then, when you were finished, you ran to him like you did every show, and he picked you up and swung you around while telling you how great you did. You knew he actually paid attention because every time, he talked about a different moment that he deemed his favorite of your performance.

While you got changed into something more comfortable in your dressing room, your phone buzzed. Seeing it was a post notification from Chase, you opened it and smiled.

He had posted pictures that he had taken in the past couple of days. It was all mainly you. The two of you at a cute little local cafe. You posing next to your vinyls and CDs being sold at a store you went to to pick up some snacks. Doing your sound check and performance.

The last picture might’ve been your favorite. You were alone on stage, doing an acoustic version of a song you had written for Chase for your first anniversary. Although all of your songs were amazing in his eyes, this one would forever be his favorite. In the picture, you were looking to the side. Not at the camera, but at Chase, giving him a big, loving smile.

You liked the picture and then looked down at the caption.

chase.davenport: my little songbird <3

[b0d1ly-st3w]

have my postal 1 dude headcanons because hes so meeeeee

tw for mentions of self harm

• hed just barely turned 20 by the time postal 1 happened

• a bit of a mallgoth, really loved nine inch nails and marilyn manson

• had a really bad self harm addiction back in highschool, he was 2 years clean by postal 1

• actually felt so bad for everything hed done, cant even hear fake gunshots without wanting to throw up

• i believe that the demon was responsible for his breakdown, it convinced him that everyone was poisoned and that he was the only one that could save them

• schizophrenic, has hurt himself before because voices convinced him to do so

• shy and selectively mute

• other postal dudes treat him like a kid because of his age (postal 4 dude is his parental figure)

• asshole dad who was never around

• smokes like a chimney, anytime anyone sees him he always seems to have a cigarette in his hand

• great with kids, thats why he couldnt bring himself to hurt them

• the funeral ending was a hallucination (ik thats redux but they are practically the same leave me alone)

• the most traumatised postal dude

• would probs be a mitski stan

• autistic, bites the other postal dudes

• loves cats

• bisexual and in denial (has a fat crush on every single member of nin)

• just starts screaming randomly, but not in a funny way like a genuine terror way

• stares at people with his autism eyes

• wears his sunglasses everywhere

• lives off cheese and vodka (hes like an alcoholic mouse)

• absolutely loves horror movies, gets postal 4 dude to watch them with him

• scared of corkscrew, but corkscrew really likes him and feels the need to protect him

• suffered from anorexia at a young age, sometimes has days where he literally cant eat anything without crying

• people pleaser, changes his entire personality to make people happy

• loves wool sweaters, practically lives in them

• always cold

• drinks to forget

• gets randomly angry for no apparent reason, will start punching the shit out of people and screaming

• against the big light prefers lamps

• will just sit in the corner and listen while people talk

• loves pepperoni pizza

• still has braces

• probably loves hello kitty but will never admit it

• shoplifts literally anytime he goes into a store, steals things for other postal dudes

• would violently sob to real men by mitski

• bullys postal 4 dudes music but actually likes it (can you tell i love the idea of them being friends?)

i added more because ive got so many headcanons for this emo loser <3

• really picky with what he can eat, will spit anything out he doesnt like

• his family where heavily religious, thats why he wears a cross

• can fall asleep literally anywhere

• defos a stoner

• practically lived at korn concerts

• likes hugs but also despises being touched

• corkscrew carries him about everywhere, gives him piggybacks all the time

• either completely stone cold or really giggly and happy, there is no in between

• uses :⁠-⁠) :⁠-⁠P :⁠-⁠O :⁠-⁠( when texting

• probably likes cannibal corpse

• chop suey! by system of a down is his anthem

• spins around in circles to stim, postal 2 guy joins in because funni

• steals peoples jackets

• would be absolutely cracked at hatsune miku project diva

• has a hyperfixation on music and plays bass

• i think he would be really soft spoken most the time

• when hes drunk hes absolutely mayhem, runs around and throws cushions at people

• tried to give himself a stick and poke and got mad when it didnt look good

• if postal 1 was set in the early 2000s i think hed be an emo

• goes nonverbal often, hardly ever speaks

• claustrophobic, will start crying if he feels trapped

• hates parades (unless its a pride one #ally)

• (⁠●⁠_⁠_⁠●⁠) stares at people like this

• tooth gap<3333

• hates wearing bandages around his arms because theyre itchy and uncomfortable

• probably had an entire bag of bandaids on standby

• ik he canonically has sorta short hair but i like to think its really long

• wanted a mohawk

• wears eyeliner but will deny it even though its so obvious

• he did have a girlfriend at one point but she left him because he was strange (autism making him bitchless💀)

• ik this makes no sense but i think it would be funny af if he was scottish, like all the other postal dudes expect him to sound like them but then he starts speaking in the heaviest scottish accent imaginable (and before you say im only saying that because hes ginger im scottish so im actually projecting get it right)

• gave himself so many piercings but half of them closed up

• likes flavoured tea, his fav is peppermint

• would probably have a crush on tyler durden

• not really a hc but imagine him falling asleep on the sofa and postal 4 dude covering him with a nice fluffy blanket and giving him a little kiss on the forehead like dads in movies 😭😭😭

• wanted to be a musician growing up

• would watch the entire saw franchise in one sitting

• postal 4 dude always checks his arms and makes sure hes eaten, but he doesnt get upset with him if he does relapse or doesnt eat because he knows hes trying

• everyone tells him all their drama because they know he wont tell anyone (he knows everything)

• no one is willing to argue with him because he will either start crying or attack them

• probably bipolar

• signed postal 2 guys petition

• probably rabid/j

• really good at art

• scared of seagulls

• hes really lanky and tall

• (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) default facial expression

• red is his favourite colour

• hes an anti-shaggin moment/ref

• will just lay on top of people with absolutely no care whatsoever

• really bad at helping others, hed probably awkwardly giggle at someone crying

• he likes stuffed animals, has a whole collection of them because he was never allowed them when he was a kid

• if you asked him his pronouns hed probably bite you (he doesnt understand)

• if demon ever got a physical form all the dudes (excluding 1) would team up and beat its ass

• demon still appears sometimes and even tells 1 what to do, but he does his best not to listen

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• one time postal 3 dude was just going downstairs to get some water and found 1 on the floor sobbing, hed had an episode and sliced his arm pretty bad, 3 did his best to help and swore he wouldnt tell 4 but he found out anyways

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• hates chocolate cake with every fibre of his being

• paints his nails all the time, comes downstairs every day with a new colour

• one of the dudes got him a copy of pretty hate machine on cd for christmas and it was his most favourite thing for months

• loves little insects, willingly picks them up

• collects so much random shit its insane

i got more

• can never sit in pure silence because there always seems to be noise, but really its all in his head (this is based on some of the tracks from the redux soundtrack as obviously some of them are just unintelligible noise)

• picks at his skin alot

• used to skip school alot, but always did well in tests and exams

• cant swim

• actually really loved school

• salt and vinegar crisps man

• actually tried to quit smoking but failed horribly

• uses internet slang and postal 4 guy has absolutely no fucking clue what hes on about

thats all i got

[rokkazu]

hawkodile: cant smoke weed because 1. cant smoke anything he will choke so so bad he cant even get it down 2. he gets scared. he will start seeing the fucking eels. will maybe drink alcohol on occasion but only if he has absolutely no other responsibilities he could possibly worry about. 2nd designated driver after rick

dr fox: concocts the most fucked up shit you could imagine. has made forever weed real. watched breaking bad and then was like "that's not how you cook meth" and did it for real just to prove she could. theres a space on her shelves in between "drugs" and "poisons" labelled "fuck around and find out". you could probably ask her for any illegal substance on earth and if she doesn't have it she'll make it just for fun.

rick: exactly what you'd expect. the worst thing he'll touch is coffee

brock: do i even have to say it. this man was built to be a stoner. effortless 30 second bong rip. naturally. also makes the best fucking brownies youve ever had in your life

master frown: used to be worried about lord landlord kicking them out for it but has realized the apartment stinks so crazy regardless you can't even really tell and just kind of stopped giving a shit. number 1 fan of brock's special brownies

score creeper: he is actually just a big haunted vape cloud. cannot do drugs because he has no body or organs. do not breathe him you will get lead poisoning

eagleator: smokes because he thinks it makes him look cool. has never actually paid for weed in his life he always just mooches off someone else. wont drink because it makes him sad and hed rather die than cry in front of anyone

unikitty: disqualified due to being 12 years old but when she comes of age she will inherit brock's secret brownie recipe and pull it off flawlessly and he will be so proud

[crovoroh]

Gosh, so i read Runaway Max, and before i get into my book report this shit aint canon, it says its an official novel but im taking that with a grain of salt cause the cali backstory timeline doesnt match st3. But this book had so many moment where i was like oh man are they gonna go in depth with the child abuse at Billy AND Max by Neil?? And they just side stepped that narration everytime it came up. Also if i took a shot every time the author called Billy dangerous id get alcohol poisoning. I know its told from the point of view of Max but come on, you can be smarter then this. Anyways this is gonna be long and rambly probably

I just cant get over how many times this story touched base on not just telling but showing litteral child abuse and side stepped it each time, i guess the show does that too tho oop for starters fuck Neil, and also fuck Susan. If i was out on a family dinner and some man i knew for a couple months reprimanded my child for not calling him father, hed be the one being sent away from the dinner table not my child and it makes me so mad and sad that there are actually parents out there who are like that. Your gonna send MY daughter to the car for disrespecting you?? Great, im leaving with her. See you never.

Billy left the reasteraunt to talk to Max at the car and just, look. Let them bond over this awful man being awful. This to me read as Billy making an attempt to warn or maybe protect Max and its just left right here in that paragraph. It makes me so sad any possible understanding between the two starts and stops there. I know this is told from Max's point of view but its very obvious the author made up their mind on how one dimensional they think Billy is. Which is wild casue they kept pointing out signs of abuse in him, like prior to this car moment we have Max having this observation

Or this one

My guy is out right dissociating, hyper aware of his surroundings and unpredictable moods is a damn trauma response. From the words of my dear friend "you wrote a beautifully wrecked character, dont throw that thing out and teach everyone to do the same" also this aint canon but max thinks Billy is fun sometimes and that has me so soft.

And then this entire last scene in the book with billy is just, so fucking tone deaf. "he was damaged. Broken, maybe" yall i thought we were going somewhere with that but nope, im the fool for believing an abused traumatized character would get properly acknowledged but it was a big "hes just like his dad so he'll never be good and also hes worse then his dad, hes crazy" and im foaming at the mouth.

This author is such a billy anti, i think st4 took notes from her for how to represent Billy. I know its all told from Max, a 12 year old whos just sharing her feelings and observations but so much of this was just. Hhhhhh exhausting.

It wouldve been so easy to have Billy zone out and dissociate with the burning cat instead of forcing him to laugh and act insane (also if you think lighting a dead animal on fire is the making of a sociopath have you never been outside as a kid and found something dead and just, fucked with it. Its dead, i think lighting a dead animal on fire is probably the most tame tampering you could do. Not to call myself out but when i was maybe 8 i found a dead toad and i wanted to know what its skeleton looked like and how it decomposed so i took it apart. Kids are bizarre and teen boys are kinda destructive.

The whole scene with billy coming home halloween night and getting beat was upsetting and how it was never mentioned again was infuriating. Him getting attacked by Neil, punched several time getting a black eye and bloodied lip then beaten with a fucking belt. How do you just willingly write that shit then turn around and go "oh yeah nah this 17 year old who ive just said was verbally and physically abused multiple times is a dangerous monster who doesnt deserve sympathy". Im over it, if aang can put aside a century long fued to help his abused enemy who in turn still chased him off but was redeemed in the end then Billy and Max have the stepping stones to do the same, have max put an ice pack down, let billy Sort himself out, its so easily im going insane

And that bullyshit narrative of saying Neil is racist and how Billy probably is too. fuck that, i cant speak for the racism but when i made my first trans friend i was nervous about having them at the house cause i wasnt sure how my family would react or treat my friend so i opted to keep her away too, my situation was more tame then Max, Billy and Lucas' and my family turned out to not be transphobic so it was fine but im gonna self project that Billy was just manic and worried about Max hanging with a black kid and what Neil would do to lucas and max if he saw them. Seeing as how the man got away with denying Max dinner right infront of Susan who did nothing. But also max says how shes not like her parents so its just unfair to turn around and go neil is awful so billy is also awful and wont ever get better

This book isnt canon but i want a similar book from Billy's point of view. But also all things considered i did like the insight into Max's possibly past in cali, her relationship with her dad and mom was pretty neat, even tho, say it with me, its not canon, i refuse, I'll believe in bigfoot before believing this book was proof read by anyone working on the actual show 🥴 i have more to say but its 2 in the morning and i think my eyes are leaking outa my skull, hope this incoherent lmaoo

[goldenhydreigon47]

Alright so its time to hyperfixate even more on Omori by giving my rankings for a few characters, specifically the main cast in both Faraway and Headspace, and a few of the side characters, so without further ado...

*(INHALES)*

Sunny: Emo and very adorable. Lots of headcanons for him after the PGE ranging from keeping him his usual shy self to making him very sociable and talkative. 80/10

Omori: Garbage Boy Stink Man but we still love this little gremlin. 9/10

Kel: Buries all of his trauma deep down, all to help his friends. False smiles at any sadness. Honestly written really well. 150/10

Headspace Kel: Kel but annoying and no sadness. 20/10

Aubrey: BEST. GIRL. Has the best writing, the best music, the best headcanons, the best sprites, and BY FAR the best character arc. Is also extremely relatable. 200/10

Headspace Aubrey: Aubrey but much more upbeat and also clingy. Veeeeeeeery clingy (Touch Starved Aubrey my beloved). 25/10

Hero: Best brother figure in gaming and I will not take Mario as a rebuttal. Plus, he's literally the perfect man (other than my boyfriend, but I digress). 100/10

Headspace Hero: Kinda boring ngl. Still the most useful for battles though. 20/10

Basil: Adorable. Must protecc at all costs. Also, when he's written well, he has some of the best moments in the game. 175/10

Headspace Basil: Basil but even more adorable. 23/10

Mari: Sunny but with Hero's caring and Kel's goofieness. Just a shame she doesn't have a larger role imo (granted I know why but still), but that's what the fics are for :). 50/10

Kim: Feral lesbian gremlin. We stan. 120/10

Berley: Feral lesbian gremlin: Dinosaur fursona edition. 20/10

Angel: Kel but more hyper. 100/10

Nem: Puzl. 3/10

The Maverick: Weeb and also a complete doofus. 150/10

Mikal: No wonder he uses The Maverick persona. Mikal is so... so boring. 1/10

Vance: The other good big brother archetype in this game: 60/10

Van: He looks like a Snorlax. 5/10

Charlene: Basil but tall, female, and shyer. Still like her a lot as a character though. 50/10

Sharleen: Pretty much the same as her Faraway version. 5/10

Mincy: THE

THE SCRUNKLY ARTIST. 80/10

Cris: Honestly? She doesn't say much but doesn't have to. Again, that's what the fics are for. 70/10

Daphne: Mari but even more of a chaotic goofball. 70/10

Doughie: Same as her Faraway variant. 20/10

Bowen: Hero but with more silliness and similar to Sunny's design. 65/10

Biscuit: Same as Faraway Variant. 15/10

Captain Spaceboy: Transmasc Icon. We stan. 65/10

Sweetheart: I want to punch hed but also she's hilarious. 75/10

Pluto: WHEN I FLEX, I FEEL MY BEST!

💪💪💪💪/10

Jawsum: Giovanni but nicer and a shark. 60/10

Slime Girls: Splatoon 3 looks great/j. 17/10

Humphrey: Wipe that shit-eating grin off your face! -7/10

Stranger: Basil but emo. 10/10

SOMETHING: 👁. ????/10

Sunny's Parents and Basil's Parents: Y'know if you could come back and support your kid after the incident, that'd be greaaaaaaat. -50/10

Aubrey's Mother: Fuck you. Hope you die a slow death via alcohol poisoning in a jail cell. You deserve nothing but pain after how you treated Aubrey. -999,999,999,999/10

Kel and Hero's Parents: Your one benefit is that your better than the other parents of the main cast. 0/10

Polly: She's doing her best and needs more appreciation. 40/10

Angel's Sister: If you took Candace from Phineas and Ferb's obnoxiousness and combined it with the wrath and punishments of Vickie from The Fairly Odd Parents, you'd get Angel's sister. 1/10

Mewo: Adorable. 10/10

Hector: DOGGO. 20/10

Bun-Bun: WHY ARE ALL OF THE BUNNIES SO ADORABLE?! 30/10

Sprout Mole: They go •○•. 15/10

Sally: Adorable. 10/10

[nctyping]

three.

just a few days ago, at a party

there were more odors wafting into the chilled evening air than he could even count. smoke rolled from the cracked windows at a pace so steady it looked like a haunted house, a dilapidated structure with a fog machine perfectly stationed in the very center. sweat and alcohol mixed with the pungent sting of any recreational substance they could find, and it burned. it pinched every sensory organ; his eyes watered, his mouth grew dry, his nose— his nose felt like it was on fire, aflame.

doyoung could still smell you, though.

with his feet planted in the driveway, doyoung could still smell your blood. it was rich, with gentle notes of poison. you were at a house party. of course you were going to smoke, maybe drink. it would have been smart to text him back in the process. otherwise, he wouldnt have been so worried something was wrong, something had happened to you.

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youd been friends with doyoung long enough to know that somehow he always knew. when something was up, when someone was near. and it kind of scared you. you would have never told him, but he smothered you most of the time. he was always asking where you were going and who would be there. you just thought he was jealous you got invited places, to parties, and he didnt.

“its called ‘fomo,’” you had told him once, and he just furrowed his brows at you, “what you have- its called ‘fomo.’”

you turned him to face the same direction as you.

“fear-of-missing-out,” you placed the individual words in the space in front of his face.

he evidently didnt like that too much since he didnt text you once before you went out that night. you probably checked your phone thirty times, waiting for his routine, “do you know who is going to be there?”

but your phone stayed silent, darkened screen aside from the notifications relaying the likes on the instagram post you made once you arrived. it seemed harmless to you, just you and your friend posing on a staircase. the house had a unique, mossy green wallpaper along the staircase wall, paired with a dark oak banister and a luxurious carpet stripped down the center of the steps.

doyoung felt his stomach drop when he saw the photo, specifically how happy you looked, how ignorant. he double tapped the photo and grabbed his keys.

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doyoung pulled his hood over his hair before pushing his way through the crowd, growing increasingly more distraught as he made contact with skin, once warm now icy and damp with other peoples sweat. it wasnt until he got into the center of the room, where earlier hed imagined a compact fog machine, that he looked up. through the blur of his lashes, he saw red.

blood stained the necks of everyone in the crowd, two holes, like a stamp, adorning their throats. he knew from their skin, cold and bloodless, graying and slowly decaying. he needed to feel yours.

the staircase, he knew, was almost hidden from the main entryway. if the house wasnt so massive, you wouldnt even have known there was a staircase, which was partially why he was so terrified that you picked that spot to hang out in. who brought you there?

when he found you, you were radiant. your eyes gleamed in the strobe- you were happier than he’d seen you in a long time, but your smile dropped when your eyes met his. about six or seven steps from the bottom, surrounded by people he knew you had never met before, people he had known for a very, very long time, you glared at him with a stare more crushing than your grip on a cup of mysterious liquid.

“do you need something, doie,” you asked him, slurring your words together, venom leaking from the once endearing nickname you made for him, “‘cause im a little busy having a great time or whatever.”

“get up,” doyoung motioned to you, extending a hand, “im taking you home.”

you scoffed, “do you ever think that maybe i dont want to be around you all the time? every second of the day? i dont want to go home, and i sure as hell dont want to go anywhere with you.”

doyoungs head pounded. never before had he been around so much blood. the air was dense, concentrated with it. blood stained the floors, the walls. none of it smelled like yours, though. yet.

doyoung opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off, “im staying right here.”

“yeah, doie,” a familiar voice crept along the back of doyoungs neck, “theyre staying.”

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you watched as doyoungs hood was pulled off of his head, revealing his disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, like he was holding back tears. you recognized the guy as the host, but you had yet to actually meet him, unlike doyoung who, evidently, didn’t ask you who would be here because he already knew.

doyoung shrugged him off, making shifty eye contact with you from the base of the stairs, eye contact that was softer than it had been moments before.

“please,” he mouthed to you.

“i think we oughta leave it up to the guests whether or not they want to stay for the activities, huh,” the host leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest, “that was your rule, after all, or did you forget?”

in the flashing lights, you caught a glimpse of the man on the wall. his shirt clung to him, soaked with red. wine? no, it was too dark, too dark to see.

“whats he talking about, doyoung?” you asked, suddenly feeling suffocated by the bodies lingering on every side of you, breathing on your hot skin, licking your sweat, smelling your blood.

the host gasped dramatically, covering his mouth with cherry stained fingers, “they dont know? you didnt tell them?”

“tell me what?”

doyoung stared at you with wide eyes, gulping down the last of his normalcy, swallowing the only hope he had left that you’d one day see him the way he sees you.

“go on, doyoung, tell them. tell them what you are,

vampire.”

[dopamine-droplets]

Okay so I absolutely suck at drawing hands but I still managed to add a little med and history nerd bonus by drawing my characters’ hands differently and making Nick’s joints collapse back more because of their hypermobility.*

How Nick holds a piece of paper:

How another character without joint hypermobility/possible hEDS holds a piece of paper:

*Paganini was said to be extremely flexible and it’s assumed that he had a genetic connective tissue disorder called hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, which also comes with a variety of other symptoms. However, diagnosing him is hard because 1) obviously there’s no way to examine him today and to my knowledge there’s no molecular test for hEDS in particular (there are tests for other types of EDS though), making it a purely clinical diagnosis and thus almost impossible to diagnose someone who’s been dead for over a century, 2) there are a lot of connective tissue disorders that can cause joint hypermobility and it can also occur on its own, with no other symptoms, and 3) there are a lot of other factors that could have caused the variety of symptoms he experienced, including but not limited to chronic encephalitis from a measles infection (vaccinate, people!), syphilis (use condoms and get tested regularly, people!), tuberculosis, anxiety/trauma and hypochondria (go to therapy if you can, people!), alcohol abuse (same here, also watch your alcohol intake, people!) and possibly mercury poisoning (uh ... it should be obvious that you really should stay away from mercury and definitely don’t take it as a syphilis treatment). 

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Yeah. The guy had a lot of medical trauma. And other trauma. And I didn’t even touch on the aphonia and removal of his teeth. 

Anyway. My point is, hEDS or some other connective tissue disorder is very likely, and either way I try to incorporate his well-documented joint hypermobility into my story. 

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Actually, my point is I’m a nerd I think. I kind of forgot my point. I hope you found this interesting.

[sunnixsunshine]

Medic headcanons I've had half written for a week now; look Ma, I ain't lazy!

• Before he had a psychotic break that led him to where he is today, he often put others' health before his own health— which led to a few untreated mental conditions, furthur leading to his breakdown.

• He still finds himself putting others before himself now. Hes more narcissistic than generous, but he has his moments.

• During the last flu outbreak in the base, he got hit the hardest of all because he insisted on treating everyone personally. He always complained— "I am ALWAYS the one to take care of you fools, aren't I!?"— but in truth he didn't mind too much. It's his job after all.

• Plus, it gave him the opportunity to try some experimental medicine....... >>

• Insomnia, ptsd, and OCD— all of which are minimally (self) treated

• Jewish but no longer practices due to many reasons. Although he still considers himself Jewish despite it.

• He learned the violin when his parents told him he needed a hobby outside of reading medical text books. He was against it at first, but soon enough he found it soothing.

• Near sighted as fuck.

• "Either that is a horse walking upright or it is the enemy Heavy. .... I may have misplaced my glasses."

• He obtained Archimedes from a public park when he was just a little baby. Hed fallen from his nest but had not yet learned to fly. Knowing the mother wouldn't take him back after he'd touched him, Medic instead took him in. Archimedes has been in his care for a full on decade now!

• Medic has certain dealings in a certain market that he is not liberty to discuss.

• When he's unable to sleep he organizes and reorganizes the gauze and bandages, alphabatizes the medicine, and thoroughly sterilises his equipment(since he always forgets to after every single use).

• When hr IS able to sleep, prepare to wear earplugs. He snores.

• Is in denial about his supposed snoring.

• "I do not snore! I am as quiet as a mouse at night!"

• "Yeah, a frickin mouse wearing clogs and playing the harmonica off key...."

• Has a tally book for how many times he sees Scout a day due to any crazy act he's tried pulling.

• He used to think his next door neighbor as a child was a witch and would literally scream and hide behind his mother every time he saw her.

• Still believes it to this day.

• He has nicknames for the crew based on their most frequent injuries/accidents.

• Scout is Broken Wrist; Heavy is Choked On Sandvich; Demoman is Alcohol Poisoning; Sniper is Shot His Foot Twice; Spy is Stabbed Himself While Trying To Stab Sniper; Soldier is Concussion; Pyro is Slipped On Glitter Glue; Engineer is Sleep Deprived And Broke His Foot With A Wrench

• Absolutely cannot drive whatsoever. A very reckless driver with very little patience.

• Once threw a whole case of beer bottles filled with questionable liquid at Sniper's camper because he cut him off earlier.

• Knows a bit of French thanks to knowing a French student back in university; which means he knows SOME of what Spy says half the time.

• Hes learning Russian now thanks to Heavy.

• Is also tutoring Heavy in German.

• Knows more blackmail material than Spy does. Totally doesn't hang said material over their heads when they try to refuse the legitimate medical treatment he offers.

• Giggly and talkative drunk. Also tends to mistake inanimate objects as people.

• "Pffffft, d-did you hear what Soldier just said, Misha?? Ridiculous!!!! Hahoohoo!"

• "Doktor, that is plant."

• "Nooo! YOU are a plant! HA!"

• Actually likes fruit cake(the mass produced kind) and doesnt understand why others dont.

[musutofu]

【 Villain Ashido 】

Ashido had one terrible experience with a low ranking Hero that turned her off the path of righteously, legally, seeking justice. It had been after a particularly tiring day of school. She’d been walking home and stumbled upon what looked to be a fight between a bully and their victim. Of course, she’d stepped in as she always did. Trying to get the bully to back down and fighting back when he wouldn’t relent. The fight was eventually broken up by an unknown Hero that had been patrolling in the area, but instead of commending Ashido for protecting the victim, the Hero had cuffed both her and the bully; assuming they were both in the wrong based on their unconventional appearances.

The bully had a Villainous look to him and Ashido looked less than human with her pink skin and black eyes, but the Hero hadn’t even attempted to hear her out before giving her over to police custody. It wasn’t until after she was questioned and her statement was taken that she heard from the boy she assumed was an average bully that the boy he was fighting had actually been a relatively strong Villain that stopped fighting back once he saw Ashido. His plan to make the other boy look like the aggressor had worked and he’d escaped after being coddled by the Hero and police all because he looked human. It made Ashido’s blood boil to think her attempt at being helpful was used against her and that the way she was born made some people think less of her. She vowed to get back at the stronger Villain pay for what he’d done.

Though she lost faith in most of the lower ranking Heroes that would probably never reach a level where they needed to be publicly held accountable for things like profiling people based on their outward appearances she still held faith in the high ranking Heroes that truly fought for justice and peace. Ashido has a particularly soft spot for Heroes that are looked down on for having a “Villainous” appearance and Heroes that don’t play into the norms of their job description. She especially likes Midnight for not caring about what her outward appearance might say about how seriously she takes her job and Eraserhead for keeping to himself and not trying to benefit from a life in the limelight. It’s ironic that they would’ve been her teachers had she gone through with the U.A. entrance exam she’d been so excited for before her unfortunate encounter with that one ignorant Hero.

The name she chose for herself–Alien Queen–holds a special meaning for her. It’s a play on the close minded opinion that one Hero had about her and the boy that took her in as part of his group of Villains. She may look different, alien, but there isn’t anything wrong with that. In fact, it’s always been something Ashido was proud of. Being unique isn’t something anyone should feel ashamed of, Villain or otherwise. The “Queen” part is a command of respect. That same respect she wasn’t afforded by that Hero. It’s also a reminder to others that while she may not be the strongest person in the room, she isn’t one that you underestimate. She preys on those that think of themselves as apex predators. Villains that think their high rank means they can treat everyone as they please.

Her moral compass isn’t something that’s compromised by her decision to choose the path of a Villain. Fighting for those who can’t fight for themselves has always been an innate trait that Ashido has possessed and it isn’t going to disappear just because she’s chosen a less respectable way of living. Her targets are always bigger Villains, bosses that think they own the world just because they have money and lackeys to do all the work for them. The bottom feeding Villains that are only in the life because it’s the only way they can scrape by–stealing and committing petty crimes for higher ups in the hopes of a quick pay day–aren’t people to be fought against but fought for. The way they’re treated by the people that pay them is terrible and Ashido has made it her job to make them pay for it and all the other innocent lives they’re ruined with their Villainy. She’s trying to make the world better in ways the Heroes can’t or won’t.

The group Ashido was adopted into is more so a band of vigilantes than they are outright Villains. They don’t go out of their way to inconvenience or terrorize civilians. In fact, most of their targets are larger Villains that make doing just that a part of their daily agenda. They’re working to take down the larger Villains so the lower ranking ones will die out after being cut off from the hand that feeds them. It’s a task that’s easier done from the inside with intel on the underground no Hero could ever know. And operating outside the regulations put in place for Heroes means quicker and more permanent results. Ashido isn’t a terrible person or a sadistic Villain. She wanted to be a Hero, after all.

For all the rude sneers she receives from feeble minded naysayers, there are dozens more tripping over themselves to call Ashido beautiful and she knows it. Her sex appeal is something she’s more than willing to play up if it means an advantage over others. Her Villain costume is skintight and black with white spots as a nod to her Quirk and a white mask to somewhat conceal her identity. The random straps and X-rated design is almost reminiscent of Midnight’s costume. But that’s only when she’s out on the prowl. During planned attacks Ashido is in provocative outfits that look like a soft breeze could cause an accident for her. Ashido isn’t shy about her body and it’s an advantage she’s glad to have when it comes to the sleazier Villains that happily prey on unsuspecting women.

Any event involving socializing and networking is Ashido’s domain. She’s sociable by nature and who better to send in to get close to someone than the girl with a big smile and bubblegum pink skin. It’s hard to see Ashido as a threat when she’s sipping endless alcohol and twittering like any of the other drunk airheads in the room. A bat of her long lashes and peek down the front of her dress easily has most Villains suavely trying to drag her away for the night to which Ashido agrees to. It’s much easier to take someone out without an audience and it’ll be humiliating for them to be found tied up in a state of undress once Ashido has gotten what she wants. That is if she doesn’t kill them before slinking back to the party.

Violence isn’t something that Ashido will flinch away from as it’s simply a workplace hazard that comes with her choice of career, but it isn’t her first instinct. Ashido prefers more low profile instances of aggression or, at least, ones that don’t necessarily draw attention until she’s left the scene of the crime. Her Quirk does lend itself to more low profile attacks such as poison. With the ability to control the solubility and viscosity of her acid, Ashido can easily leave a few drops in someone’s unattended drink and watch as her Quirk begins to eat through their insides the second they take a sip.

Being caught in the act is a dark cloud that looms over ever Villain’s head and while Ashido is appreciative of the days that she gets away scot-free she knows that one day the storm will come for her. She won’t contest being caught by a Hero unless they’re of a lesser caliber because while she has Heroes she respects the low-ranking ones haven’t made it on to her short list. If the police are the ones to catch her she’ll go willingly. Heroes have been stepping on their toes since the career was first created, she can’t be mad that they’re doing their job of taking her down. Especially when they don’t have a holier than thou attitude about it regardless of what level Villain they’re taking down.

[tacofirestarter13-blog]

My life

Im 29 years old female married (lesbian) , a very passionate drummer who loves to smoke marijuana and drink (although im trying to quit/cut down)

I happen to have anxiety and I hate it but Im managging and coping. Usually when Im employed I feel much better , but when im not it gets worse.

Though im happy for myself that I havent gone off the deep end and gone to hard drugs or alcohol poisoning or gotten into car crashes or tired to kill myself of that sort. Id like to say I would never do that. But I cant lie its crossed my drunken mind many times only when I I was in a fight with my wife. But its probabaly my fault anyway.

Speaking of which today I am quite stressed. Well I have no job currently for one so That really sucks. Im trying tro find one but depression and anxiety get in my way alot. My brother also has anxiety and hes very closed right now. I wish hed just open up ebcause Mom has been stressing me ouit with his stresses. I swear sometimes he should have just been my son. I think I wouldve raised him better (well I kind of did raise him) but thats a whole other story.

So anyway, today im torn because I found out Im playing a show and a celebrity is hosting. Juliya Chernetsky. OK so she was my idol as a middle and high schooler. I found out shes hosting the show I almost shit my pants with excitment. A huge burst of hapiness and excitemment surged through my body. I told MArina (my wife) and she was happy for me slightly but then mentioned we are supposed to go to a fucking wedding that I can careless about. Honestly I dont know these people theyare Marinas friends and Yes i met them once and they were friendly I guess BUT when it was OUR wedding they said they were coming and then didnt because Dan didnt have a job. Which is understandable. But now its their wedding on the same day and they want us to go theirs.....and they are all the way in fucking chicago. MArina was pissed as all hell That i was choosing my happiness and one in a lifetime opportunity over going to a wedding I didnt even care for. I understand we had prior engagments however this one of those moments where I feel I should be selfish because its MY life and its something I would only dream of. I only have a few people in my life I wish I could meety and one of them killed himself so I just want to go so bad to this show . She made a massive deal about it and I just feel so torn and terrible and worsening my anxiety . We were supposed to have a game night and she doesnt want to have it now. Im just really upset . 

Am I in the wrong? 

[svt-husbands]

Widow to the Businessman

Member: Vernon ft. Jungkook Genre: Mafia AU Word Count: 1.2k

TW: Mentions of death

A/N: a mafia au (??) thing that idk if i’ll ever continue

The mourning lilies his mother gave you the week he died didn’t live long enough to reach his funeral. You let them sit out on the front porch until the July heat sweltered them into a mess of brown leaves topped off with pitiful flowers that hung dependently on weak stems. It was pathetic; it was a perfect representation of how a widow like you should feel, some sort of tragic beauty. Pathetic tragic beauty, more or less.

If you would have known when you first met Hansol Chwe (or as he referred to himself, Vernon) in your sophomore year that he would have drug you through all this shit, you would have never introduced yourself. But when you thought back to that day— the way he looked as a lifeguard, how he seemed the most carefree out of anyone you had ever seen, how easily all your problems seemed to drift away when you were around him— it seemed your love was inevitable. You knew in the grand scheme of life in this galaxy, neither of you mattered and his death did not even mean enough to be a blip on the radar of importance, but you couldn’t help but feel there was something bigger that willed the two of you together. Which is why you were so surprised when he decided to go off and die.

It hadn’t truly sunk in that Vernon was dead until the day of his funeral. Another thing you remembered on that day was how popular he was. Vernon grew up in a large city, met an insanely high amount of people via work everyday. But still, the colossal number of eyes full of pity that raked over your tired stature and last minute outfit was much higher than anticipated. You knew he was popular, and even though you had been married to him for a while now you didn’t realize it was to this extremity. Your brother had made a game out of it: take a sip from that flask he’d been hiding in his suit pocket every time someone you had never seen before came up to you to tell you some insane memory they had of your husband. After the first hour you made him stop out of fear of impending alcohol poisoning. It seemed that Vernon had lived many different lives besides the one you knew. So many.

Out of everyone in that large sea of people, there was one person who stood out to you, one person who made everything different. Jungkook. Jungkook had dark brown hair at the moment, which was different from the last time you saw him, but then again that had been some time ago. And it seemed after only seconds after you noticed them, he noticed you.

He was so good at grieving, or at least pretending to grieve. He remained respectful but worried at the same time, present but distant. It was a touching performance. But you knew from what Vernon told you that if he showed up at his funeral it would have been to dance on the grave and not give you a bullshit endearing smile like he was now. You watched him approach, taking in every possible detail that you probably could. He smiled for exactly three seconds, almost like he had a timer in his pocket. He gave you a hug for another five seconds on the dot convincing you that he had to be the world’s first cyborg or something. 

“Vernon’s death was a shock to everyone,” He spoke slowly, a deep gravel in his voice that wasn’t customary from the tone you had heard prior. Your brother was talking to an aunt of Vernon’s maybe— you weren’t entirely sure— either way he was too preoccupied with a crying woman on his shoulder to pay any attention to you. Jungkook had to have planned this, watching his prey (you) like a vulture and waiting for the moment when you were most vulnerable to swoop in.

You moved in the place a soft kiss on his cheek. This was dangerous, but oh god where you intrigued. “You should really stop dyeing your hair, Jungkook. With all the chemicals, one day it will just fall right out.”

He wasn’t bothered by the comment and instead let out a small laugh, full of pity. You had grown familiar with that feeling today. “Even though we owned companies that were at each other’s throats, he did make this whole game more fun. A... good businessman.” Between the last two words he paused and licked his lips, you could practically see the hamster wheel in his head spinning on what exactly to call Vernon. He handed you a hallmark card sans envelope, so you could see a sad cartoon character with a rain cloud over it. “Who is going to take over the business?”

The aunt stopped crying on your brother’s shoulder and you saw Jungkook stiffen in the slightest, a movement you wouldn’t have seen if you weren’t told to watch for it. Malice bubbled in your throat, but you still did what you had to, focused on body language to keep your brother from walking over. It didn’t matter how much you hated the man, it was imperative you finished this conversation. Jungkook knew it too. He pretended to start tearing up and you laid a hand on his shoulder and pulled him into your chest for another hug, it was too bad you couldn’t strangle him on the spot. “I was thinking of just selling the company.” You spoke in the most naïve tone of voice you could muster, and it was a performance that gave Jungkook a run for his money. When he heard that, he stiffened again, and you fought back a smile at your husband’s funeral.

“That’s too bad.” He handed his business card over and looked at you with eyes genuinely full of pity this time. “I can take it off your hands and absorb it whenever you are ready. I can make things a lot easier for you in this hard, hard time.” He gave you a gentle squeeze on your shoulder and you handed him a tissue and then turned the greet Vernon’s aunt-or-something who was already crying again.

The rest of the funeral was uneventful, mainly people from his side of the family spoke. You couldn’t have gotten up in front of everyone without crying big tears, and even then what would you have said? How do you describe the death of the love of your life within fifteen minutes? After that, you went to bury his body and thanked his close family for coming while you cried in your brother’s sleeve (which was slightly damp in the most disgusting way). You were a widow, and you were still so young.

Then you went home to a house that was much too big for one person, fed your dog who was annoyed that you had been gone for so long, and started cooking dinner in your burial attire.

“Aren’t you going to take that off? It smells like funeral.”

You rolled your eyes and turned around to face the figure standing behind you. He still had on his pajamas and you noticed he hadn’t even bothered to brush or wash his hair, even though that was long past due. “That’s because I was at one, Vernon.” You said matter of factly. “Yours.”

-peach