#i.e. hanging out as much as possible giving gifts & compliments telling her I love her. that stuff

[grapeskeeto]

big fan of aromantic kinitopet as an aro individual. now how do I reconcile that with selfshipping with him

[levihantrash]

Priorities

For Levihan week Aug 2021 Day 2 prompt: confessions

Also based on a cute ass tumblr prompt by @sanothebreadpup <3 hope you like it!!

Summary: It’s been a while since Hange wanted to confess, but their to-do list was too goddamn long. Erwin suggested going to Levi for advice on managing prioritises. Instead, they asked Levi if he wanted to bake… for a titan.

note: no smut but lots of spicy poetic touching

cross-posted on ao3 🤪

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Hange wanted to confess. It had been months since they knew that their best friend status with Levi could potentially be tweaked to include just a bit more romance, and they knew they had to be the one to take that step. As much as Levi was quick-witted on the battlefield, he wasn’t quite the risk-taker in ordinary settings. In fact, Hange figured Levi would sip tea beside them until he was greying and would probably be as content with the arrangement.

Hange wanted to confess, but their to-do list was too goddamn long.

Out-of-the-blue, though characteristically charismatic, Erwin gave the soldiers a pep-talk on how they need to know what to prioritise (i.e., humanity's victory).

Inspired, though the speech’s intended audience was clearly for new recruits, Hange tried to prioritise their tasks. Within a day, they got overwhelmed, the list being more of a reason for delay than for action. Moblit, well-meaning as always, tried to get Hange to focus on one at a time but that was unthinkable to them. One at a time meant that the confession would never happen. There was too much to research. Too much at stake. Too much for one inconsequential confession.

Unknowingly, Erwin saw Hange wringing their hands, muttering to themselves in the dining hall.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just can’t prioritise the important stuff,” Hange grumbled. Perking up at the mention of priorities, Erwin advised Hange to seek Levi’s guidance.

“Levi only does one thing at a time once he sets his heart on it.”

Eager for a chance encounter with someone they technically already hung out with on most days, Hange asked Levi for help. More accurately, in perhaps the most roundabout manner, they asked Levi if he wanted to bake… for a titan.

“For research,” Hange said, almost convinced by their own performance.

“You can do that yourself,” Levi said reasonably.

While starting a task was horrendously difficult, Hange was not one to give up once they began on one.

“You’re the only one here who can bake.”

Eyes narrowed, arms folded, Levi was not buying the compliment. He had a pile of papers left to read. Hange’s whims could be settled by someone with more well-matched interests and time management.

“Go ask Petra.”

Hovering nearby with another paper for her captain to sign, Petra noticed Hauge's crestfallen face.

“It’s not about the baking being done but who Hange is doing the baking with,” Petra whispered, as discreetly as she could.

"I'm busy," Levi said, loud enough for Hange to hear, heedless of Petra’s input.

“Alright.” Hange sighed, internally fuming that they should’ve found a more legitimate excuse. Bluff out something like Erwin’s orders. Levi followed Erwin’s orders without question. Hange’s requests were dealt with more scepticism. Not that Hange had the best track record of requests.

In the end, Hange prepared the baking supplies, because even if titans couldn’t stomach cake, it was an experimental endeavour. Practically speaking, they could give some baked goods to the juniors. Maybe even gift some to Levi.

Stumbling into the kitchen with too many ingredients in hand, they found Levi leaning against the entrance looking positively sullen. Upon spotting Hange, his face morphed into a more acceptable, neutral expression, nodding towards them.

"I thought you were busy!"

Levi shrugged, grabbing some of the ingredients from their arms. "I was. Didn't you want to bake?"

“I guess?”

The sudden change of mind was too abrupt for Hange to wrap their head around. A hopeful glow had unfortunately begun growing in them. Levi was being exceptionally nice today. No doubt that he was usually nice. Just not will-bake-for-your-titans kind of nice.

"Erwin said that you are really good at prioritising tasks,” Hange said, slowly digging through the cabinets for the utensils.

"Huh. Let me guess—he wants you to learn from me."

Hange scratched their head absent-mindedly. "He did tell me to ask you."

"I'm not actually very good at sticking to a task,” Levi admitted, wondering where in hell Erwin got the idea that he was focused. If he were, the paperwork would have been submitted, instead of lying around, flapping aimlessly in the wind before Petra (and Oluo) offered their generous help. He refused—every time. Levi was simply good at keeping a blank face and reporting to Erwin that he needed more time, which Erwin must have mistaken as a sign of seriousness than a sign of procrastination.

“You are! You finished work before coming have, didn't you?”

Levi didn’t breathe out a word, silently pouring through the book of recipes.

"What do you want to bake?"

Hange didn’t mind his lack of response, pondering over his poor cover-up question. "Something easy. What about bread?"

"Bread isn’t easy."

Difficulties translated into the promise of adventure for Hange. Pumped up, Hange prodded at the picture of an unremarkable loaf of chocolate banana bread.

"Let's do it anyway!"

“Suit yourself.”

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The small touches were the ones that were hardest to ignore. Hange felt the accidental-deliberate brush of Levi’s elbow when he reached over to choose an ingredient. Other times, he guided their hand with the right amount of strength for stirring the batter. His fingers over their stirring hand were firm and reassuring.

“You’re stirring too fast,” Levi said patiently.

“You’re distracting me,” Hange replied half-heartedly.

“Oh, am I?” The fingers left Hange’s hand. Just as Hange was about to lament their moment of folly in allowing that to happen, the fingers reached out towards their face. Forcing in a breath, Hange felt Levi’s thumb rub out a chocolate stain at the side of their lip.

“How did the chocolate get there?” Levi murmured, more to himself than to them.

“I was snacking on some of the chocolate bits a while ago…” Hange said cheekily, licking the side of their lips only to realise that Levi’s thumb was still there. Their tongue brushed his finger, and in that contact, Hange was ready to collapse from self-generated sexual tension.

Though his eyes widened noticeably, Levi quickly resumed his blasé expression. Rubbing the rest of the stain out, he walked to the tap to wash his hands. There was some hesitation, before he hurriedly turned on the tap, letting the water run for two seconds over his hands before going back to his position next to Hange.

Unsure as to whether to be offended or pleased by the sight of Levi cleaning the evidence of their encounter with such carelessness, Hange busied themselves with breaking eggs and separating yolk. If it had been Levi with a finger lined with fudge, Hange would’ve licked it spotless. With permission, of course.

To pay him back in kind, Hange plotted their own routine of touch as well. The touches became bolder, starting innocently enough. From casually brushing away hair that was poking Levi’s eye, to going behind Levi who was busy slicing up bananas and placing both hands on the counter. Their arms were now on either side of him, conveniently taller than him so that their head could peer right over his shoulder. The cutting didn’t cease—it only got more rapid, the bananas becoming neat circles in a matter of seconds. Hange let out an impressed whistle, hands not leaving the counter.

“Stop distracting me.”

“Oh, am I?”

One drop of the knife, and a swift turn later, Levi found himself staring straight into Hange’s bright, beautiful, heavily eye-bagged orbs.

"Hange, do you know why I'm in the kitchen at 2am baking for some shit-brained monsters?"

“Titans don’t have—”

“Because I have priorities.” Levi interrupted, not allowing Hange to clarify what the physical anatomy of titan subjects entailed.

Hange blinked, maintaining an oblivious exterior. “Your priorities include titan research?”

“You know what I was going to say.”

“Somewhat. I want to hear you say it out loud, though.”

Grimacing, he concentrated his gaze on Hange’s collar instead. Skin flushed, collarbones peeking out mischievously. Bad idea.

“You little shit.”

Their laugh was quieter, milder than the ones they let out on other days. “My favourite little shit! So what are your priorities?”

“Wiping the blades. Cleaning the toilet. Dusting under the tables. Doing laundry. Having enough tea. Baking with a scientist who thinks—”

Hange pressed a gentle hand on his mouth. “I get it.”

“Which part do you get?” Levi asked, enjoying the fact that when he moved his lips, they grazed Hange’s palm. How would it be like to replace that hand with their mouth?

“That you like me.” Hange grinned, tugging Levi by the straps of his apron just a bit closer.

An unexpected flash of clumsiness made Levi knock down the bag of flour, spilling it onto the floor. The fall clouded up the vicinity in white dust. Gaining confidence with obscured vision, Hange held the back of Levi’s head, tracing his undercut, admiring how his immaculately combed hair had come undone. An attractively dishevelled mess. Hange was in no hurry. Yet.

Levi, in a spur of restlessness, looked up at Hange questioningly. Eyeing their faint smirk, he tilted his head sideways, watching carefully for any sign of reluctance. An impatient “are you going to kiss me or not” from Hange; a straightforward command was what he needed to hear. No time was wasted pulling Hange into an urgent, searing kiss. Backed against the counter, hands cupping Hange’s face, Levi devoured the sensation. The taste of sugar, fruit, flour, and chocolate clung onto the entwinement, as Hange breathily pressed up against him. Erwin had warned them both. Love in the military meant the threat of loss. The possibility of sorrow. As he felt the rumble of Hange’s satisfying groan beneath his lips sending an unprecedented warmth through his body, he was certain. He would have loved Hange whether he kissed them or not. Death would happen, whether or not Hange rubbed his waist in soothing, awe-inspiring strokes. Right now, he would die in absolute bliss.

To be honest, Hange would’ve been disappointed if they didn’t end up fucking, or at least, aggressively kissing eventually. Erwin’s advice was only a stronger reminder that Hange was never one to be conservative. They loved Levi, as a comrade, as a friend, as the person whom they would kill for, if it meant saving his life. Still, having Levi sneak a hand into the bareness of their back, sucking their neck with a hot tenderness that made their head spin, they knew that chastity and platonic hugging could not be the only option.

“We should’ve done this sooner,” Hange said, peeling away his jacket.

“Couldn’t tell when the right time was,” Levi said, starting on the buttons of Hange’s shirt.

The door creaked open.

“This is your idea of asking Levi for help?” Erwin said, a thick eyebrow raised as he surveyed the mess.

With some willpower, he stopped unbuttoning Hange’s shirt. Lightly pushing Hange away, Levi straightened up, less than pleased with the interruption.

“Erwin, you better have something worthwhile to say if you—”

“I’ll clean this up.” Erwin, fully recovered from his shock, was beaming.

“Huh?”

“It’s about time,” Erwin said, with the proud sincerity of an unwitting matchmaker, gesturing towards the door.

“We owe you one, Erwin!” Hange waved at him on the way out, while Levi cast him a grateful, wary glance. With his hand was secure on their back, and Hange’s arm wrapped around his shoulders, there was no care for an audience. Only the smell of baked goods and unfinished business fuelled their steps towards a private space. A place where they would end up in each other’s arms—spent, sweaty, and deliriously at peace.

[wizardcommune]

aaaaaa i also love urbosa (i’m the previous anon that asked for her ehe) i am just a Little Lesbian who is starved for content... is it too much to ask for sfw alphabet with her? i really don’t think you write her out of character like you worry in the tags :>

urbosa sfw alphabet

a/n - THANK YOU!!! that means so much to hear fndbsngm 

also, i’m so sorry about the wait on this one!! my school’s trimester is ending early so i’ve been trying to raise my grades at mach twenty. i do have a break now though, so i’ll be able to write more frequently!!

pairing - urbosa x reader

warnings - none!!

a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

urbosa prefers giving verbal affection, and receiving physical affection! she compliments you as often as possible

b = best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

as a best friend, she teases you a lot. she's like a big sister

but like. y’know. not in a weird way,,

c = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

she does! she’s not an extremely touchy person, but it would be comforting to hold you

her favorite positions are to lay on her back and put your head on her chest or shoulder, or spooning. no matter your height, She Will Always Be The Big Spoon

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

urbosa would still want to lead gerudo town as chieftain, but she’d settle down more in terms of fighting. she wouldn’t want to risk herself as much considering you were there

honestly i feel like urbosa is just That Person who fucking sucks at cooking. she knows it too; she’ll just kind of stare blankly at you in pain if you suggest she cook

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

she would be fine with the idea of commitment! she would want to wait at least a few years before considering marriage. it’s a weighty decision and she doesn’t want to make the wrong choice since it could harm both of you

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

she’s very gentle with you! definitely not as much as someone like mipha, but she’s very careful not to accidentally hurt you

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

urbosa doesn’t hug you often, but she shows physical affection in other ways. i.e. gently pulling you to lean on her when sitting down, keeping a hand on the small of your back, running her hands through your hair (if she can), etc.

i = i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

probably a couple months at least? (i've never been in a relationship so is that normal????) 

she’ll say it on a calmer night, when the yiga clan is silent for once and king rhoam hasn’t called for her help. on rare days like these, she’s accustomed to drawing a bath that smells good as hell, so you’ll be really comfy and probably sleepy LMAO

will tell you right before you fall asleep when she’s thinks you aren’t awake!!! once she realizes you are, will 100% give u a forehead kiss 

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

urbosa doesn’t get jealous very often, mainly pissed if someone won’t stop harassing you. she’ll wrap an arm around your waist, and if they aren’t already intimidated (they’d have to be drunk or just have The Audacity) she won’t hesitate to roast tf out of them. if you thought her teasing you was bad, it’s terrifying now. she won’t hold back

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

she honestly doesn’t have a preference on where to be kissed! she likes kissing you on the shoulder, forehead, and hand the most. :))

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

she’s actually really good with kids! even before she became chieftain, she liked hanging out + playing pretend with them

something really cool about urbosa that the kids like is that she treats them with high respect and talks to them like adults!!! (but very sensitive adults at that; she doesn’t tease them much. kids deserve kindness and you bet she’s gonna fulfill that)

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

she prefers long hours of sleep + waking up late. so if it’s a chill day when you’re not needed for anything, she’ll stay with you in bed for hours

if she wasn’t able to sleep as much, she’ll be lowkey grumpy in the mornings until she gets her tea

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

like the mornings, she drinks tea a lot before bed. she gives me jasmine or chamomile tea energy???? idk

long baths are a must, especially since it’s so sandy,,, everywhere,,,,

she’s the type to have a ton of candles and nice soaps and stuff, so she always smells really good before bed

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

pretty early in the relationship! she trusts you enough to talk about things that are bothering her/have in the past. 

although, i’m not sure if she’d talk about zelda’s mother and stuff like that due to privacy reasons. unless zelda herself didn’t express concern over it, she’d keep the details pretty tight

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

unless you’re a yiga member, urbosa’s patience is very thick. i literally cannot think of a time she would get fully mad at you?? 

if you ever put yourself in danger, (especially for her) she would definitely scold you. never angry, though

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

urbosa remembers things even you don’t remember. mainly things you point out at a marketplace or something. 

(on that note, she is absolutely the type to spoil you. you can mention a pretty flower in rito village in passing and she’ll be convincing revali to go get it for you within an hour)

r = remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

IM SORRY I COULDNT THINK OF ANYTHING FOR THIS ONE EITHER

s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

very protective!! even if you can fight/are a champion, she’ll subconsciously be protecting you in battle. 

she doesn’t want you to worry about protecting her, honestly. (tbh she lowkey likes when you lean on her for safety)

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

she puts a lot of effort into them!! she actually finds it really fun to get to plan dates and stuff. she loves giving gifts and they are always very well thought out!!

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

bold of you to assume urbosa isn’t perfect

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

she does care about her looks, but only because it makes her feel good!! as long as she looks professional and clean, urbosa could care less about what other people think.

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

urbosa is comfortable enough with herself to be okay without a partner, but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt. if you ever were to get hurt/leave her, she would be crushed, but she would be able to heal.

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

she hates the cold with a burning passion and anytime she has to go to the tundra, she’s grumpy the whole time

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

i couldn’t think of a partner one, but she’s scared of dogs for some reason. she is a cat person and they lowkey freak her out

z = zzz (what are some sleep habits of theirs?)

even though she has guards, being the chieftain means either of you could be put in danger at any time. because of this, she’s a fairly light sleeper. she’s also pretty protective in her sleep! she’ll pull you close to her and keep a hand on the back of your neck or stomach

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Harold Lauder

(My bad gif)(Requested by @poruchik-logy )

(These are a combination of before and after the pandemic so apologies if they’re a bit of a mish mosh of character traits. If you want specifics just let me know; i.e. hcs for before/after the sickness)

- You never really “met” Harold so to speak, you’d always just lived in the same small town and gone to the same schools your entire lives; your houses being only a few blocks away from each others. 

- You and Harold had always been pretty good friends, he was different from a lot of the other boys in school, he was a lot sweeter ...though that was most likely partially due to his crush on you.

- Truth be told, you were well aware that Harold had a crush on you for quite some time. You don’t remember when exactly it had became obvious to you but you do know that there had been an; initially, subtle change in his behavior; though you’d suspected that he’d always like you a little bit prior.

- The thing is, as much as it was obvious that Harold liked you; he never asked you out. And, well, if he didn’t ask you out but someone else did, who were you to turn them down?

- So you wound up getting a boyfriend who Harold; for obvious reasons, absolutely despised. You could see the disappointment on his face when you told him you had a date, and subsequently the annoyance and let down whenever your boyfriend showed up or you called off hanging out with him to be with said boy.

- But all it ever took to cheer him up was you later noticing that he was bothered, giving him a hug or holding his hand and genuinely apologizing for being so busy.

- You’re both around sixteen when he finally asks you out. You’d broken up with your boyfriend a few months prior when he came to visit and invite you to accompany him to the cinema. You happily agreed, causing him to wonder why he’d waited so long in the first place.

- Obviously, your date went well and you looked forward to seeing again after he gave you a shy goodbye.

- The two of you share your first kiss about two weeks later. Harolds a pretty shy guy, he doesn’t have a whole lot of experience so it takes him a little while to finally work up the nerve to do what he’s dreamed of doing for the past few years. That being said, it’s well worth it when you finally do kiss.

- You were sitting together in his backyard when he’d surprised you with a poem he’d written. While reading it, it became obvious that it was about you and once your eyes had scanned over the final word, you looked up at him with a smile, telling how beautiful it was. He smiled proudly; as well as a bit relieved, before it somewhat dropped and he slowly began to lean in.

- The kiss was long and slow and, well, perfect. It felt ...right and you knew that you’d made the right decision when agreeing to go out with him.

- It wasn’t long after that that the world turned to shit and you were left as the sole survivors of Ogunquit Maine....

- He loves pda though it definitely makes him a tad bit flustered. It really depends on what point in your relationship you’re at, what sorta affection, and when it’s taking place (i.e. if the pandemic has happened). 

- Affection in general makes him sorta flustered. He’s not incredibly used to it, especially when it’s coming from the girl he’s been in love with since he was nine years old. But don’t get him wrong, he loves it. 

- Cheek kisses. 

- Passionate kisses.

- Long, slow kisses. He cherishes every moment your lips are connected.

- He sorta loves when you sit in his lap whenever you’re alone together, especially if you lean down and press your lips to his.

- He’s very touchy when he finally lets loose; he always wants to be holding or feeling you in some way. Having you close to him is his favorite thing in the world. 

- He can cuddle in just about any position you’d like but he personally prefers spooning you. He likes being able to wrap himself around you and have you pressed against him.

- Every now and again he’ll play with your hair or trace shapes onto your skin, it’s both a way to comfort you and because he just has the urge to.

- Brushing his hair into place. 

- Pushing his glasses up his nose. 

- Pulling his glasses off so that you can kiss him better; and see his beautiful face without the barrier. 

- Getting poems written about you.

- Surprise gifts and “thinking about yous”. 

- He’s not a huge nickname/pet name user, he usually just winds up calling you by your name; maybe a honey if he’s trying to spite someone and show that you’re together but that's about it. 

- He kind of loves when you call him pet names, even though they throw him off and make him stumble over his words. 

- If you ask him to do something, he’ll immediately do it for you. You sort of have him wrapped around your finger so please be kind to him.

- He acts like an adorable gentleman with you, always using his manners whenever he can and saying sweet things to you. He’s really just the sweetest in general.  

- Lots of compliments. When you have a beautiful girlfriend, you have to let her know that she is every single day! 

- Picnics.

- Movie dates.

- The two of you can spend hours talking about literature and cinema and all that pretentious shit that no one else wants to waste their time thinking about it. He loves it.

- Sitting together and listening to music.

- Beach dates. You do live next to you ocean.

- Kissing in the backseat of his car.

- Motorcycle rides. 

- Was the jacket your idea? Maybe. Does he look cute in it regardless? Obviously. 

- Moving in together after the world turns to shit. 

- Sticking close to each others sides. He feels better whenever he knows where you are/can see you and you share that same sentiment. 

- He likes making the decisions in your relationship. He’s sort of always been told what to do; and bullied, so having a little bit of control and using the one thing he really values; his brain, makes him feel good. 

- He’s a bit stubborn; with certain things at least, which is just something you’ll have to get used to. Although, you can definitely sway him a lot easier than other people could. 

- He’s pretty good at pretending that he isn’t as upset as he really is. Even though you know him better than anyone else, you still occasionally just cant tell if he’s faking it or if he’s genuinely unbothered. 

- He’s sorta awkward when it comes to comforting you but he does his best. He wants you to know that he’ll always be there for you, even if there isn't much he can do. 

- You’re there for him when things get rough, rubbing his back when he pukes or listening to the worst parts of his day. He tries to not tell you too much though; at least at first, even if you assure him you want to know what's going on and/or that you want to be there for him too. 

- That being said, if you say the right thing, his resolve will shatter and he’ll finally let it all out. 

- Rough kisses when he’s jealous. The minute you’re alone, he’ll kiss the hell out of you and you’ll know exactly why.

- He definitely has a bad habit of getting jealous but he always tries to “hide it” from you. He’ll usually just end up scowling at the guy he’s jealous of and eagerly getting you away from them as soon as possible. 

- He certainly isn’t subtle with his displeasure, it’s extremely obvious as to why he doesn’t like the guy even if he doesn’t outwardly tell you that it’s because he’s jealous. Why else would he vocally express; for no good reason, that he doesn’t like the looks of the guy or that he thinks you should stay away from them?

- He’s incredibly protective of you, especially after the whole pandemic happens. He’s wary of everyone and tries not to be too friendly, urging you to do the same whenever you do wind up meeting some survivors. 

- The two of you don’t have a ton of fights but whenever you do, they’re more just sort of reserved arguments. You don’t ever get really angry and scream at each other, you might raise your voice a little in exasperation but that’s the worst that’ll happen.

- He’ll usually just excuse himself as soon as he can and go to calm down on his own. He’ll come to visit you maybe a day or so later and apologize if he’s the one in the wrong. He expects the same from you; when you’re in the wrong, since it’s only fair.

- He says “I love you” more and more as your relationship progresses and he gets more comfortable with it. He was really nervous to say it at first but once he gets over that initial fear, he’s more than happy to say it again and again. 

- Well, you know that your future isn’t looking the brightest but you can consider yourselves lucky that you have each other in the messed up world you’re living in.

[noctis-hq]

congratulations RAE! you’ve been selected for the role of Casper Henke, also known as the snake charmer. please look over the checklist here. you have 48 hours to send your account to the main. welcome to the family!

man, oh man. this was a really hard choice. both apps for this skeleton were out-freaking-standing. i think what did it for me was the little things. you gave so much life to his ability and small details to his backstory that were gems just peppered in. i mean i also wish i was worth 13.7mil. i think there’s a lot you’ve got set for his character and he’s ready to build up. i’m excited to see him slither his way onto the dash.

&&. THE AUDIENCE

alias. Rae – She/Her

age & timezone. 27/CST

activity. 6-7/10; I have a full time job, so I do replies every other day or every three days, usually. I’m mostly active on weekends.

&&. THE ACT

skeleton. The Snake Charmer

reasoning. Okay. So, first I was drawn to them because of the charmspeak ability. A few years ago, I played a charmspeaker in a Marvel rp with a Jay Baruchel faceclaim, and he was one of my favorites. I think it’s such a cool ability, and I know how to weave around godmodding since this ability controls others.

Second, who doesn’t mind a little chaos in the chaos? I like to think the snake charmer is the king cobra amongst his snakes. A bit of venom and bite, and just a bit of slyness to compliment it. I like to think the snake charmer loves being paid in secrets more than money, and he has just enough of it to stir the pot.

name. Caspar Henke

faceclaim. Bill Skarsgard

age & birthday. 26/November 23 (Sagittarius)

gender. Cismale – He/Him – Heterosexual

key traits.

+ charming : They don’t call it charmspeak for nothing. Despite a low-class upbringing, there is a bit of poshness in his mannerisms, from the way he seems to glide when he walks, the velvet softness of his voice, and how somehow, his clothes never seem to wrinkle. He’s dangerous in his pleasantries. You never know if he is honestly interested or if he is prying for something that might be useful for him later. He knows how to play to (and with) his audience.

- egocentric : Caspar might not be the star of the show, but he sure as hell acts like it. He never learned the value of “no”. It’s his fault, honestly. He used a crutch for most of his life, and he doesn’t believe that getting his high horse kicked in the shins once in a whole builds character. Fuck that.  

ability. Charmspeak (below; tw: blood)

+ how he uses it: First, he must hold their gaze; once he gets a lock on, it’s nearly impossible for his victim to look away. He needs to speak clearly and precisely. One wrong word can cause a whole other outcome.

+ pros: Charmspeakers can hypnotize others to do almost anything the speaker orders. This could be as simple as making the victim walk away or steal a car. Animals are easier to control than humans.

+ cons: The charmspeaker is most vulnerable when he is giving an order. He cannot look away until the order is completed. If so, the victim will not follow the order. Also, the victim can be saved by someone blocking their view from the charmspeaker (i.e. a friend places a barrier, such as a book, in front of the victim’s face).

+ cons continued: The smarter the victim, the harder it is for the charmspeaker’s ability to work, as the victim might question the order given. Charmspeaker abilities do not work on deeply rooted morals (such as telling someone to kill another person if the victim would never murder in the first place).

+ limitations: The charmspeaker doesn’t have a numeric limitation on how many times they can use the ability, but if they continue to use the ability, the charmspeaker’s tongue begins to bleed. If they push through that, the throat begins to swell. If they try to use the ability past that, it will cause death. The “limitation” resets itself every 24 hours, but it’s hard to determine when that 24 hours begins. This is not true if they made their tongue bleed or throat swell; they would need to heal before using the ability again. Healing powers does not work on those injuries, but it can create relief.

bio. (tw: slight child neglect mention)

Caspar was born fourth out of seven children. Why his parents pushed out half a baseball team was beyond him. Maybe children brought some sort of comfort in their miserable lives. Or maybe, just maybe, they were seduced by welfare. He couldn’t really blame them for the idea. A hundred dollars per kid, paid out weekly, was enticing, but unfortunately, none of the Henke kids saw a single cent of money. His parents lived a rock star lifestyle, well, that was until CPS was called in.

When he was eight, he was separated from his family and placed in the foster care system, being passed from family to family, each one finding an eerily same reason why they couldn’t keep him in his home. His first family (the Ramsey’s) noticed he had a strong bond with the cat, and the cat seemed to hang on his every word. Despite the oddity, the Ramsey’s believed there was nothing to worry about. That was until they noticed money, jewelry, and other things went missing. They set up a camera in their bedroom, and video caught the cat opening drawers and climbing in their closet, leaving and coming multiple times with different valuables. They found all the missing items under Caspar’s bed, and though there wasn’t evidence, considering the cat never did anything like that before, they found it strange. That cat became an outside cat then.

After a few months, the Ramseys adopted a puppy. Everything seemed to be going smoothly in their lives again (besides the potty accidents and chewed phone chargers), but once again, they started noticing things going missing. Expecting that one of the children was letting the cat in the house again, the Ramseys set up another camera, but this time, they caught the puppy walking in their room, stealing valuables, and placing it under Caspar’s bed.

They decided to confront him, and Caspar told him that the animals listened. He then showed his new parents his gift, charmspeaking the puppy into stealing money out of Mrs. Ramsey’s purse. The Ramseys viewed this as a threat, and without truly understanding, Caspar was placed back in foster care. Thus, the cycle of being moved from family to family begin, until finally, he landed with his last family at fourteen.

By then, he was already a petty criminal. For reasons he couldn’t understand, Caspar could get away with anything. He started off slowly: stealing clothes and candy. If he was caught, he could talk his way out of it. By age eighteen, he was pushing drugs, selling unmarked guns, stealing cars, and breaking and entering into homes. Even with surmountable evidence against him, he never was thrown in jail. He was soon referred to as “Kaa” on the streets, named after the snake from the Jungle Book that could hypnotize others.

But, even the best fall down sometimes. Other criminals viewed Caspar as a threat, and it didn’t take them long to rat him out. All the evidence that Caspar thought he weaseled out of was now brought into view: from recorded phone calls, videos of him committing crimes and laundering money, to hand written notes. No matter what Caspar tried to do, the evidence was enough to land him a sentence of fourteen years with a possibility of parole.

With nowhere to go and most of his money ripped from him from bribes to allow him to walk as a free man for three days to get his business in order, Caspar found himself walking along the streets trying to figure out what he could do to escape the sentence. Only a few hours before he was to report to the prison, he found himself jumping out of bed, dressing, and taking to the cold, empty streets. Maybe it was the nervousness or the oncoming depression, but his legs continue to move for him. A few miles into the walk, he found himself stopping in front of a building, and almost instantly, he knew he was supposed to be here. Whatever lied behind those doors would be the saving grace he was looking for.

extras.

+ very simple headcanons:

. Caspar is a phenomenal singer. Maybe it is connected with his ability, but when he sings, the birds stop to listen. Some sing back to him.

. Caspar’s net worth is 13.7mil.

. Caspar’s favorite food is coconut shrimp curry.

. Caspar shares the same height as Bill Skarsgard at 6’4.

. Caspar never finished high school; he dropped out in his junior year. He does not have a G.E.D., but despite this, he is quite intelligent.

. Caspar’s biggest fear is that someone would recognize him for his crimes and rat him out again.

+ aesthetics: wood smoke and coffee, cigarette smoke, leather jackets, bloody knuckles, fervent kisses, brandied cherries, three a.m. silence, a lone crow calling

+ moodboard: https://g0otrh.tumblr.com/post/180809304242/casper-henke-moodboard

+ three song lyrics that represent Caspar:

“And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt”

- Hurt by Johnny Cash

“Forget your lust for the rich man’s gold All that you need is in your soul And you can do this, oh baby, if you try All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied”

- Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd

“My mother, she would look at me She said, son, you’ve got a long road ahead Son, some may roll and make you crazy But don’t forget these words I said

And don’t forget what your name is And know what the game is”

- House of the Rising Sun by The Animals