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[hydriadd]

WOOO RANDOM DEATH FAMILY HEADCANONS

Lmao sorry pissa and death family nation for being somewhat inactive, take these headcanons that probably don’t align with canon as compensation

THIS IS ABOUT THE CHARACTERS NOT CONTENT CREATORS BTW

Not a single person in the Death Family is warm to touch and can often be cold before bed, their houses and nests are always somehow really warm and blanket full

Missa and Phil built a small shelf in the kitchen in the house at old spawn, Missa and Chayanne have filled it with cookbooks

Tallulah knows how to make perfume and because Missa has been away for a while, Tallulah has been making perfumes for him for when he gets back

Adding onto the last one, there have been lots of ‘failed attempts’, ie Tallulah was being nit picky with the scents and trying to figure out exactly what he likes

Missa will like anything and everything given to him, so long as it’s made with love

Phil, on the other hand, will like everything and anything given to him even if it’s given with hate, because he assumes the other has a connection to it (assumes they might just like things like he does)

When Missa first left on the old spawn Phil used to make small dinners for him that wouldn’t go bad for a while just in case Missa came back when he came back

Overtime, they would get more complex and put in the fridge with a note left for him

Every single meal, regardless of what it is, will have toast cut in the shape of Phil’s had with avocado making the green stripes, and another toast cut like a skull with blueberries for the details

Chayanne used to stress bake when his parents were gone, and that improved his skills in cooking really quickly

Tallulah walks extremely quietly, Chayanne picked this up and it scares Phil every time

Despite his parents vibes and all that, Chayanne refuses to wear black sweaters specifically, shirts are on thin ice and black k shorts or pants are a coin flip, this is because he doesn’t like flour showing on them when he doesn’t want to use an apron

Tallulah used to pick at her nails when nervous, but started picking at flowers instead and now her nails hurt if she scratches you

It doesn’t matter who you are, if you become apart of the Death Family, the first thing you’re taught is how to paint your nails

When Phil doesn’t have a bookmark with him and when his wings had healed enough, he would pluck a feather out and use it as a bookmark

Either Phil or Missa doggy ears pages in a book and genuinely can’t tell who, I just think one of them does even if they have a bookmark available

There are a shit ton of keychains on Phil’s bag, you give him one, it could be of anything (besides anything fed related), it’s going on that bag

Phil sometimes wishes he could proper speak bird, I guess, this is only so he could also flirt with and compliment Missa in another language like he does

Chayanne has crocs

When Tallulah cut her hair, she asked for a photo of Missa and mimicked his hairstyle

Whenever Missa is awake/goes to sleep with Phil, the eggs silently rejoice because those two hug each other extremely closely when they sleep

Despite Missa being gone for the longest time, when Phil didn’t come back on Mexican Independence Day, he developed a fear of him leaving him, like physically being far away when he didn’t know where he is and if he was okay, he understands now what Phil feels when he’s gone

Missa, because he’s the tallest between a bird man and children, will pick them up and spin them, even if only for a bit lmao he’s not strong

Adding onto that one, whenever Phil is too excited or stress or just overwhelmed with any emotions, Missa spins him around to help and it works for some reason

Phil started to spin himself in circles when overwhelmed and when Missa was gone

After the birdhouse and when Phil was physically alone, he used to sit by a crafting table with rocks and ores and make little figures of Chayanne, Tallulah and Missa, they weren’t the best and didn’t the proportions weren’t amazing, but he spent weeks on each one and added little faces with a marker

He left the Chayanne and Tallulah statues on their respective beds, with Missa beside the flower pot, hoping they would be replaced with the real people when he woke up

They never were, but Phil put them in the window upstairs once the eggs were back

When the eggs first went missing, Phil took out some cookbooks, and every single meal that looked frequently used/visited was made, and always left out for Missa

If they weren’t eaten, Phil would eat half of it for his dinner the next day, the other half in a fridge

He actually made Missa a fridge to put all these meal in and painted it to suit his vibes

The trash cans used to always filled with sticky notes because everyday, Phil would write ‘Dinner for you’ with a silly little doodle on it for Missa if he returned while sleeping

Tallulah writes in cursive

When Missa was gone, Phil used to write his name like Misƨa (second s is backwards) and make the tops each s look like half a heart, so it made a heart in his name

Missa picked up on this and always wrote Philza instead of Phil so he could put a heart with the z and a

Im bad at explaining so this is what I mean by their names:

[playedwright]

please do 4 or 28 or 36 for buddie my beautiful stunning wife 💕 whichever you like 😘

YIPPEE YIPPEE thank u my love<3 bc i am crazy i somehow managed to work all prompts in. don't ask me how my brain is lava now.

4. "How long do we have?" + 28. "Is that a threat?" 36. "I wasn't going to mention it."

"So," Eddie says, settling into the couch. Buck's face is beaming at him from his phone screen--he looks nice, in the way he has in most of their calls recently, wearing a hoodie and an apron because he calls Eddie when he cooks, and Eddie loves it. He loves it. He loves--

"So?" Buck prods. He's making some fancy dessert, tarte au chocolat, he'd told Eddie, saying the words slowly to keep from messing up. Maddie's pregnancy is bringing chocolate cravings this time around, he'd said, and she had finally worn him down into making something for her.

"So," continues Eddie, "you're making Maddie a French dessert because she's craving chocolate. What's wrong with good old-fashioned chocolate cake?"

Buck laughs a little, shaking his head. There's a small streak of melted chocolate on his cheek, so faint Eddie can barely see it through the camera. For some reason Eddie can't make sense of, it's all he can focus on. "I owe her something big. I've been, uh... ignoring her, kind of. Dodging something she keeps trying to bring up. But as she not so subtly pointed out, I've been the asshole ignoring his pregnant sister. So, fancy French dessert to make up for it."

Eddie hums. In the past couple of weeks that he's been gone, that he's spent calling Buck every day, he's grown used to watching Buck cook. Watching him measure ingredients carefully when he's baking, or substituting when he's cooking, watching him mouth along to the recipe as he double checks that he's got it right, watching the way he lights up as it all comes together. He thinks he could spend the rest of his life watching Buck cook and never grow tired of it.

"What were you ignoring?" he asks.

Buck seems focused on the eggs he cracks into a bowl. "Hm?"

"Maddie. What's the subject you kept trying to avoid?"

Eddie and Buck worked side by side for years--so close that Eddie grew to know what every push and pull of Buck's movements meant. So he knows, by the way Buck's face goes carefully blank, by the way his eyes tighten as he refuses to look away from the bowl, by the way his hands move a little too quickly for someone who has been taking his time up until this point.

"Oh," Buck says, voice light. Eddie's still staring at that damn streak of chocolate on his cheek, wanting suddenly--shockingly--to press his lips there to taste. "It was nothing."

"Buck, c'mon, clearly it wasn't nothing. You know you can tell me anything. Don't make me fly out there and force it out of you."

The laugh that bursts out of Buck sounds almost strangled, surprising Eddie. "Is that a threat?"

Eddie shrugs. "If it needs to be."

"Jeez, don't waste your money," Buck mutters. "It's really not that big of a deal. It's just--look, a few weeks ago, I saw Tommy again. Don't--don't make that face. The point is, he kind of... implied that I have feelings for you. And when I told Maddie about it, she took that as her invitation to talk it to death. I told her there wasn't anything to talk about."

Eddie--

He thinks he blue-screens. He doesn't really know how else to describe it, except that one second his systems are running as normal and then the next someone has force-quit the entire thing. He's not even sure he's blinking.

Because--

"Did we lose connection?" Buck says, laughing nervously. "Eddie--"

"Feelings for me?" Eddie blurts out. "You--"

"No," Buck interrupts quickly. Too quickly. Eddie thinks he might be having a heart attack. His face is numb. "No, it's not--no, Eddie, it's just that, we're close, and Tommy was threatened by that, or something. And you know how Maddie gets, once she gets an idea in her head it's impossible to get out. So it's just. Like I said, it's nothing."

"It's not nothing," Eddie says a little hysterically. "Do you...?"

Buck hesitates for just a second too long.

And that--

After years of system reboots and struggling to feel normal and never really feeling like he knew himself, everything comes back online. Every stray wire connects.

Buck has feelings for him.

And Eddie--Eddie has been in love with him for years.

"I wasn't going to mention it," Buck murmurs. His ears are pink, and he shifts his weight from foot to foot, and he's one of the most beautiful things Eddie has ever seen.

"Buck," Eddie breathes.

"Don't," whispers Buck, eyes downcast. Eddie wants to be there with him, wants to cradle Buck's face in his hands, wishes he could look him in the eye as they talk about this. He wants, desperately, to kiss the chocolate off of Buck's cheek. "It's fine, Eddie. You don't have to say anything."

"Buck," Eddie says insistently. "Mention it, baby. Never stop mentioning it. Say it so I can tell you that I feel the same."

Buck blinks in shock. There's a bowl in front of him, with a dessert he's still in the middle of making for his sister, and there's eight hundred and sixteen miles between them, and Eddie loves him. A forever kind of love. He can't believe that five minutes ago, he didn't even know it existed.

"You--" Buck starts. His jaw works slowly as he processes.

"We aren't going to tell each other for the first time over FaceTime," Eddie decides, and in that moment he starts wondering how quickly he can pack a bag for him and Chris and get them to the airport for a weekend trip. Or, he thinks a little crazily, spring break. It's soon enough. "Because I'm flying out to see you, and I'm gonna say it then, but--Buck. Please, just. Mention it, okay?"

Buck's smiling from ear to ear. Beaming, really, so bright it's glowing through the screen, and Eddie loves him and loves him and loves him. All he says is, "Okay," and then Eddie knows his returning grin is just as bright.

"When Chris gets home, we're gonna look at flights," Eddie tells him, a little hysterical with how giddy he suddenly feels. "I'll text you all the details. He should be home soon."

"Okay," Buck says again. His eyes light up. "What about until then?"

"What do you mean?"

Buck steps back from the camera a bit, giving himself space to put the dessert in the oven. Eddie had almost forgotten that's what he'd been doing at all. When he's done, he leans against the island and puts a hand on his belt. There's a smirk on his face that sends a rush of want right down Eddie's spine. "I mean, this dessert has to bake for a while. And Christopher isn't home. What should we do until then?"

Eddie is powerless to do anything else. He swallows and says thickly, quietly, "How long do we have?"

[2deadboys]

Edwin accidentally brushes his hand against Charles'. And Charles thinks hes trying to hold hands and hes like 'aww mate, all you had to do was ask' and grabs Edwins hand and starts swinging their joined hands between them.

It wasnt Edwins intention. But tbh hes not upset with this result.

[aspenous]

As an absolute sucker for A/B/O Au's I love the idea of Kim Suho getting thrown into that kind of verse.

Imagine living your life, dying (?) And waking up to the concept of alpha, beta & omegas being the norm???

Plus the number of changes he'd have to deal with in his new body (omega!Lloyd hc).

This naturally brings only trouble for Javier (ノ^o^)ノ

It turned into a ramble more than anything tbh. Don't mind that <3 if there's anything plot vise I forgot/overlooked thru this it's cause my memory is A s s)

Javier POV lowkey:

Lloyd couldn't get any weirder. To add onto his sudden change in demeanor, he'd begun to get reckless with his scent as well. A scent similar to a Clementine or Tangerine that wafts in waves whenever Lloyd is particularly pleased with himself or got his way with another contract. Its a sharp contrast to the smell of booze everyone was used to, and it more often than not left a few townsmen sputtering when they spoke with him. Javier was left to deal with this change too, except he was beside his master 24/7. When that scent would hit him full force every morning, leave his nose twitching when Lloyd gets into the rhythms of his new work and when it calms into something comforting around noon; when the days almost gone and Lloyd decides to rest.

Javier first chokes up this lack of scent control to Lloyd's cold turkey sobriety. But it's been weeks now. Almost two months and Lloyd still hasn't tried to restrain his scent. Worse, others seem to be picking up on it as well. Loitering around the young master when they get the chance, chatting it up now that Lloyd wasn't defaulting to throwing chairs and yelling. Lloyd himself doesn't seem to enjoy it either; after a few minutes of chatter his lip would start to twitch and that scent of Tangerine (it was definitely closer to tangerines than clementines) would sour. Javier learns to take that as close enough a hint to pry his master away from the crowd, spill a white lie about how he's needed elsewhere and get Lloyd some air. He tries not to be pleased about how Lloyd visibly relaxes when it's just the two of them.

"Master Lloyd–" Javier is at his wits end. He's a patient man. Strong willed and resilient when it comes to most obstacles. His Master however? His loud , arragont, obnoxious at times master being this stupid? Javier is a patient man but he's a man nonetheless. A Knight who's had to deal with his masters turbulent scent that just doesn't want to leave him alone. And worse, Lloyd turns back to him with a genuine look of confusion (as genuine as it can be). Javier ends up questioning his master through a locked face and Lloyd in response looks bewildered. "The drinking must have hit me worse than I thought" is all he gets. Javier refuses the sleeping spell that night, throws a hand over his masters mouth before he can get a word in and declares to help him control his scent again. From then on they spend an hour every night before bed going through the motions, and Lloyd (after months) finally learns to control his own scent. Javier sighs in relief, and tries not to think about how he misses that familiar tangerine scent.

Master Lloyd seems to loose his filter as well. Not when around the staff, count or contracted men he's hired no. Only when it's just the two of them, in a moment of what Javier could've hoped was peace before his master opens his mouth. "You smell like mint." he says unabashed. "I'm safe when you're here aren't I?" He laughs with no shame. "I trust you." He declares. Javier understands this is comradery of some kind. A trust and faith in him that no one else has given him before. His master is far too good at feeding that quiet voice in the back of his mind, and Javier let's him. (Alpha instincts have low standards lmao)

It's after they get back to the estate that Lloyd gets his heat. It's not hard to notice. He asks for seconds during meals, sleeps late into the mornings, speaks more with his summons than with anyone outside the estate and avoids half the staff like the plague. It's rather obvious when that overripe scent of tangerine clings to his skin and his expressions screams dazed more than anything. The count had noticed, Javier had as well, but Lloyd hadn't. Despite being days into Pre-heat, his master still drags himself out of bed and goes about the motions, despite how miserable he looks. It ends up being Javier's job (once again) to pull him aside and question him. "My what-" is all he gets before Javier realizes he has more on his plate than he expected.

(+I like to think heats can be sexual and non-sexual given the circumstances!)

His pillow is missing. Javier turns his room inside out and still can't find it. He assumes he'd left it where he last slept; Lloyd's room. When he enters said room however, he doubts he would've found it if he tried. The beds drowned in pillows and blankets. The summons are jumping around in their own world until they notice Javier and greet him with small chirps and sounds. Javier ends up smelling Lloyd coming before the door opens. Sweet Tangerine and hints of earth that hit him when the door opens. He finds his pillow then, tucked under his masters arm as if it belonged there. Javier blanks out for a moment. "Ah Javier! Great timing. I was just looking for you." Lloyd smiles. Something often quiet in Javier's gut comes to life then and there. He doesn't end up on the chair that night. Lloyd doesn't let him. Spouts nonsense about how the chair isn't comfortable and how important sleeping positions are and only shuts up when Javier relents. He ends up in Lloyd's nest, the only barrier between him and the other being his own damned pillow. He falls asleep without the sleeping spell that night.

That's it for now? That's a lie my brains rattling with more HCs but I should stop here lmao. If people like this word vomit I'll make a part 2.

[fellow-fandom-fruitifier]

This is a part two to this post, because @/senseless12 asked for one, so here you go!!!!!

After the cemetery scene Niko catches up with Edwin. He's still riled up and emotional and having someone so kind and understanding next to him has him finally opening up about everything. She finds out that Edwin is so convinced it's his fault he's in Hell, that if he could just like girls everything would be okay. But instead he went and fell head over heels for his BOY best friend.

Niko, as wonderful as she is, is only sixteen. She can't help him. Not in the way he needs. So instead she hugs him in the dirty grass under withering trees and tells him it'll be okay. Let Edwin cry 2k24.

Back with Charles and Crystal is dead, dreadful silence. Neither feel good, not at all. Crystal can't believe she assumed Edwin did something horrible enough to deserve Hell when, in reality, it was a tragic incident. She feels like everything David ever said she was.

And Charles can't believe Edwin never told him -- which makes him feel like the world's biggest hypocrite -- and he can't believe he ever doubted his best mate. He never should've doubted Edwin. Not for a second. Not the boy who he's spent over 30 years with, the boy who read to him as he was dying despite his fear of Death.

The contemplative, guilty silence is broken by Maren calling Crystal. Everything gets shoved aside to find Niko and Edwin and continue the case. (Crystal doesn't comment on their state -- not the protective, scolding furrow to Niko's red, watery eyes; and certainly not Edwin's defeated, disheveled slouch. The way his bowtie is more crooked than normal, nor the way his eyes aren't any better than Niko's. She sucks in the guilt and holds it somewhere close to her heart. Hard and heavy and deserved.)

(Charles tries, he opens his mouth, closes it, and tries again. But what can he say to make this better? He can't make anything better.)

So they continue the case, everything goes pretty much the same if more stilted, and job well jobbed.

As I'm sure we all know, the Monty kiss is this episode. It would happen the exact same way, but now Edwin's thinking he's just undone all his progress in begging for leniency. Maybe they could forgive him if he never gave into these sinful urges, but if he did? He wouldn't stand a chance.

AND! Because Niko went with the gang last time, there was no Jenny x Maxine date!! (Sorry guys but the poor girl can only be in one place at a time. If you can find a way to fit it in, go ham!!) So there's no reason for her to rip down her love decor.

Crystal still loses her powers and shit. Then Monty appears with his Glady's case and Edwin is caught between wanting to fix it and worried about further damnation. Niko tries to insist that her and Edwin stay back, and neither Crystal or Charles feel like they can argue, Monty tries but the look on Niko's face shuts him right up. In the end it's Edwin who tells her it's okay. She should stay back and rest, he understands work doesn't help her the same way it helps him.

And so, reluctantly, Niko let's them go off. (She winds up pestering Jenny so much out of worry, so Jenny still snaps at her. Niko has her whole thing but instead she feels like no matter how hard she tries, she can't be a good enough friend -- and what if she makes everything worse? -- and should just hide away. Jenny helps.)

The Glady's case goes very similar but Crystal is actively trying not to be as mean to Edwin, and Edwin is trying to pretend like everything is normal and that yesterday didn't happen. Unfortunately, there's not much to change with the Monty-Cat King-Edwin and Charles-Crystal-David scenes. Nor Teeth Face.

After all is said and done, they get home. And Crystal finally pulls Edwin to the side for an apology and he laughs because she's not any better at apologizing. But he reluctantly admits that it's not like he gave her many reasons to like him, and they both agree to try and be less hostile.

The next day Edwin finally decides he's had enough keeping secrets from Charles so, with the help from an over-the-moon Niko, he gets all dressed up and heads over to Crystal's. Niko drags Crystal off excitedly whispering that she'll explain later, but they need to give the boys some space. Insert the Night Nurse. WOMP WOMP

Edwin, down in Hell, has a second to think. He's been hiding this from Charles for thirty odd years and the secong he finally confesses is when he gets dragged off. Maybe he deserves it. To be down here. I mean, it could just be a cruel coincidence, but with Hell there's no such thing as coincidences or mistakes. The Night Nurse said so herself.

The scene with Simon and Despair goes very similar, the biggest difference is that Edwin doesn't truly believe what he's saying but. Niko does. And maybe that's enough.

Charles comes down and, as I mentioned in this additional post, Edwin confesses on the stairway to try and convince Charles to leave him. That someone of his predisposition doesn't deserve to be saved by someone as good as Charles. Charles says fuck that.

He doesn't give a shit who Edwin likes, he's actually honoured it's him, and anyone else Edwin ever likes should feel the damn same. And Edwin should never ever feel ashamed for things outside of his control, and if Hell truly wants to take him for liking boys then they'll have to go through Charles first. (Knowing Edwin's gay -- and loves him -- snowballs Charles bi awakening bcz, like, if Edwin's queer then it can't be wrong. Bcz it's Edwin. And nothing about Edwin is wrong or bad, obviously.)

So they escape, Niko badasses all over the place, and hugs go all around. Crystal takes her memory balls and oh God, time to run away!!!! Niko absolutely told Crystal about Edwin's attempted confession in this AU so I don't think she would kiss Charles goodbye. At least, not in front of Edwin. She wants to be a better person and is viscerally aware how dickish it would be to kiss her friends crush in front of them, even if he's hers too.

Fuck Esther, Niko dies (As Edwin would say, "NOOOOO!! NIKOOO!!!!!!") Edwin would maybe kiss the Cat King's cheek? In this AU Edwin is still not very accepting of himself even after everything, so if he does kiss Cat King it's very tentative and unsure, but hopeful. He's nowhere near as confident and cunty about it as canon. They go back to London and Night Nurse Night Nurses all over the place.

Post canon Cryland could go a couple ways, but the way I imagine it is this: Charles needs time to think, which Crystal expected. She's not happy about it but she did expect it. She feels like a third wheel a good chunk of the time until something happens that brings her and Edwin closer. Where Niko helped Edwin start his journey accepting his queerness, Crystal will help accept his femininity. They are such big gossips, they love RuPaul's Drag Race, and she slowly works him up into allowing makeovers.

Now, Charles is supportive, but feeling kinda left out. He has no idea what goes on in their sleepover, just that Crystal says no straight boys allowed. (With a meaningful, challenging glint to her eye. Emphasis on straight.) Finally, Edwin and Crystal fold to his puppy eyes and allow him in on a sleepover. Now, if you know a single thing about girls/gays inviting straight boys to sleepovers, you know exactly what happened. They use him as a dress up doll but he can't even be mad because they're getting along and LITERALLY GIGGLING. Also he's never seen Edwin with lipstick before and it's Doing Something™️ to him.

More angst because nothing can stay happy for long. Charles is confused and trying to figure himself out, and while Edwin can wait forever, Crystal can't. She might start to push him for answers, get impatient, etc. In the end they have a fight or something and Crystal decides she can't do this on and off situationship anymore, so she takes a break from the agency.

Now it's Edwin's turn to be caught in the middle, comforting both Charles and Crystal to the best of his abilities. But this isn't something he's used to. Maybe he messes up, says the wrong thing, and now one of them is angry with Edwin. (I personally think it would hurt more for it to be Charles. Edwin could try and explain Crystal's side of things, and Charles could take it as Edwin blaming him. So now the entire agency is in shambles. Night Nurse is also probably breathing down Edwin's neck.)

Crystal, as hurt as she is, isn't going to let Charles misinterpret Edwin and take their argument out on him. So, despite how hurt she is, and Edwin's protests, she storms over to the agency and confronts Charles. Which is ironically how they finally figure their shit out because, as upset they may be at each other, they both agree it isn't fair to give each other the cold shoulder and force Edwin to take the brunt of their frustrations. They realize that Edwin has also been taking the brunt of the Night Nurse and both decide to give him a break. Crystal deals with the paperwork for a month and Charles deals with the meetings and Night Nurse directly. (They don't understand how Edwin did this single-handedly for weeks and swear to never fight again.💀💀)

( @mirabel-on-a-bicycle also asked for more so here u go!!!!)

[superxstarzz]

i did some math and as it turns out there's a total of 10296 combinations (which is like. a lot). you mentioned earlier that you'd probably just keep making the combos indefinitely until you finish... but that sounds like it'll take a while since there's just SO MANY. do you think you could make some sort of masterpost to keep track of all of the classpect combos? i just keep looking at them and there's so many and it's hard to keep track of all of them, so it'd be nice if there was some easier way to find all of them

oh!!! oh my thats!! that's a lot!! what have I gotten myself into!!! this is DEFINITELY going to take a while, honestly I might graduate hs before I finish :,) So yeah, a masterpost is a great idea!

two main issues though:

I. am so new to tumblr. I have no clue how to make an effective masterpost

the sheer amount of classpect combos and how frequently I add to that seems like way too much to track on a tumblr post!

So! I made something a little different: a masterdoc! it was the best thing I could come up with that's convenient and easy to update. It's basically a glorified checklist, but hey, it gets the job done!

Here's the link!!

[wolvertooth]

wolverine pisces♓ sun + libra♎ rising

sabretooth aries♈ sun + virgo♍ rising

presenting -> an essay by somebody who doesnt really know shit about zodiac signs(other than my own), but tried researching em anyway. tbf, a lotta articles got conflicting views on how shit works too, so i just made my own sense for some of it(example being, some sites say the descendant should be the others sun, while some say it should be their rising. im going with the sun one, since that works best for the symbolism thing here, and it made most sense for their characters). most of this is just a bunch of notes.

for some context, ones sun sign is their core self. their rising is their outer character, kinda like a mask, what other people see first before getting to know them.

as i mentioned in another post, i hc their bdays as 2/21(logan) and 3/23(vic), logans coming from a lot of his bday fights being in winter and the numbers having significance(that i’ll explain later), vics coming from the random numbers on his mondo xmen the animated series figure box(no other figures boxes had numbers on them, just his)

gonna talk about sun signs first—

wolverine, the old soul dreamy romantic who spends all his time in his head, lost in himself.

sabretooth, the action taker, who gets shit done, actually is the best at what he does, climbing to the top. and, when given the chance(as shown in weapon x 2017 and exiles), a kickass leader.

2 sides of the same circle.

as an aries, vic lives in reality(if anything, hes forced to). while as a pisces, logan tries to escape it, focusing on his own reality rather than the one around him.

its a pisces instinct to escape and run away, to never be tied down to anything. aries can help ground a pisces when that urge kicks in. still, itd be an important part in their relationship for both vic learning to give logan his space, and logan learning to let vic there for him.

gonne go off the rails for a sec, but the dates of their bdays apply to their dynamic too.

2/21, 2 3(2+1). 23 is a reoccurring number in logans life, almost being like his symbol.

(Wolverine 1988, issue #66, being shown the number 23 by a guiding spirit) + (Wolverine 1988, issue #167, wearing the 23 bulls shirt) + (Wolverine 1988, issue #176, after being dead and talking to another guiding spirit for 23 minutes) + (Hulk vs Wolverine, X-23)

23 being a part of vics bday can be taken as vic being another key component in logans life, as well as parts of logan basically being a part of vics self. 323 is kinda like being the reverse of 23, while also including it, playing into the theme of them blurring into eachother.

23 being on its own for logan is reflective of his loner isolating tendecies(despite holding a lotta love, pisces can tend to drift off from others). logan can and does socialize, but he isolates his heart from getting too attached.

pisces, being the last sign, holds a bit of all the signs inside them. this can influence logans struggles with losing sight of who he is an individual, wanting to go against everything he seems to be in order to stay who he thinks he is. a constant search for self discovery thats disfigured by many layers of other influences, and pisces natural duality for everything(wanting to play both sides, contradicting himself, when really he doesnt know where he fits). what little logan does know about himself, he doesnt trust to know how to get others to understand. meanwhile, vic follows the mold of what others expect of him, and doesnt get a chance to really exist as himself, making up for that by being the best version of the negative traits forced upon him that he cant escape.

(Sabretooth: The Adversary)

logan tries to be what he thinks others want, while vic tries to be what others say. logan thinks hes escaping from his expectations, but really hes trapping himself in a cage of other peoples needs. vic thinks hes being better than other people in his situation by not escaping, taking choice in it, when really hes still keeping himself in a similar cage.

pisces escape themselves, aries push to be themselves. but in their own ways, theyre also doing the same as eachother.

even tho pisces can be loners, their relatablility to other signs draws a crowd to them. everyone knows wolverine(insert that classic post of ‘wolverine is there’, yall know the one). sabretooth can be good with people when he needs to be, but he doesnt have many friends…being the first of the signs, aries are kinda on their own.

unless, ofc, one was on a cusp.

vics 23 in his birthdate doesnt just tie him to logan, being on the cusp of pisces is important too.

it allows vic to truly know who logan is, underneath it all. his true self. since a part of him works the same way, inside.

talking a bit about the risings now—

libra rising doesnt seem to fit logan at first glance, as his quick anger tends to mess up a lot of his encounters with others, but i see him as someone who likes solving others problems. hes the guy others go to for help, despite his reputation. he fights for justice, or what he percieves as such, since his pisces nature kinda detatches him from reality. he can seem like a threatening guy at times, but people tend to somehow feel comfortable around him, even strangers. he claims he doesnt talk much, but hes the kinda guy to indulge in conversation if someone started it with him, and his libra rising energy draws people to do so.

and i could honestly write a whole thing about how the duality of pisces fucks with his life, like the duality of wanting to do good but continuing to fall back into doing what he wants, while also constantly seeking to know if either of those things are truly what he wants. he knows but doesnt know, acts but doesnt act, hides but shows himself loudly, playing the Bad Boy while hes secretly nice and caring. hes a mix of everything and nothing, wanting to be like the people around him, but also wanting to know who he is as an individual.

some sources for virgo rising were like 'they prefer fashionable clean wardrobe, and strive to rise to the top of their work, falling into perfectionism in both their presentation and reputation' like...as a rising, thats def his mask, to make up for who he is.

vics way of proving his worth to others is very much based on how helpful he is to them, doing things for them rather than himself(the chance of them being satisfied being enough to fuel his motivation). his whole career is based around doing shit for others in order to make a name for himself, his mask, what he thinks hes good at. but, he also primarily does acts of service for those he cares about, things he wants to do for them rather than being expected to do so, being unaware that hes good at THAT as well.

logans mask is what vic secretly excels at, and vics mask is what logan thinks he isnt good enough at.

while logan spends a lot of time striving to be the best in what he does, vic strives to be the best in who he is. which, according to their risings, they’d have more luck if they switched those goals.

(X-Men Forever 2009, issue #6) + (Wolverine 1988, issue #123)

i know a lot of this probably comes across as being a challanging relationship, but i think thats the kinda thing they both want. they both crave a good challange, something to fight for. and for once, they wouldnt just be fighting for themselves, theyd be fighting for someone else. for the same cause.

vic holds the answer to all logans questions about himself and the ability to know exactly how to take care of him, and logan holds the love and equality that vic craves. but vic wont be able to do so unless he realizes he can take care of others, and logan wont be able to do so unless he realizes how to care for himself, which includes also allowing others to take of him(and learning to hate himself less, which is blinding him from being able to accept vic)(typical twinflame shadow stuff)

vics signs make him a natural helper, and logan tends to be stubborn in letting others do that for him. a lotta their relationship is based around stubborness on both ends, in ways where they secretly want something but refuse to let themselves accept it. both signs like control, in their own ways. pisces like control in a more mental way, and aries like control in action. and thats just something they would have to work together on to get proper communication for.

aries could take pisces by the hand as they continue on, if pisces let him. and in turn, pisces could show aries the truest form of love and connection that aries lacks.

[asummersday]

howdy! sorry for not writing anything since september and barely posting on this app. here is a totally normal oneshot as a gift :)

anyway here's a meme!

[kiruliom]

btw fun fact Im not copy pasting the definitions I write them all individually

its less practical but it FEELS more practical yk

[tabl3]

for shiggles

might be able to be talked into doing more

[banyanas]

not exactly sure what i was cooking with a couple days ago but i certainly was making Something

[stormyykat]

hitting myself with hammers . i wish there was more shadoe content

[coquetteletters]

I'm actually so pissed at OBX for not having cast interviews for s4pt2.

[no1psychic]

headcanon dump from my notes app

[philialdevotion]

✧ falesia: the disquieting awareness that someone's importance to you and your importance to them may not necessarily match.

Everyone loves the Exalt.

They love the way she smiles at them; how she listens, really listens, and considers the concerns that throng their lives. Hundreds bury their hopes in the smooth twist of her lips, and she respires pure redemption in return. Who wouldn't love such a smile? They love how kind she is, how gently she promises, with every last word, to repair the wrongs her father wrought. They love her like they love Peace. Hardship has taught them all, in empty shelves and flayed-cheek hunger, to love Peace.

When Her Grace walks amongst the people, it is quite natural that she be accompanied. The people love her, but not enough for her to walk amongst them unattended. Tears cried in exultant joy, or bitter rage shine with the same raw iridescence; Phila would rather her bones form the forth of pearlescant sea-scum souring the walls of Southtown's canals than let a single beslubbered hand touch her Exalt.

She places herself at the rearguard. She avoids meeting the eye of the one she defends. It is for the best, is what she tells herself: she doesn't have to see her own warped face held in such bitter relief with warm pupils. In those eyes, olive branches unfurl their leaves to the sun. Moss pillows oak trees bending under the weight of their own age. Her eyes are groves that Phila dares not disturb.

A girl has pushed her way to the front. She crumples in on herself, hands clasped in prayer or restraint or awe. Her lip quivers as her parents encourage her forward. Look, there she is. Isn't she beautiful? Phila doesn't need to look any longer. She knows the answer all too well.

They complete the procession. Another success for the Halidom. Today has been a good day and tomorrow shall be much better. They are alone in the throne room and Phila asks if she noticed how wonderful the sun was that day; like a great glowering sweet, sucking the light out of the sky and illuminating their path through the city.

Phila loves the Exalt. She loves the Exalt as only a subject can. At a remove. From her throne-side. They are all servants of her cause, and sometimes Phila can play at it being enough. It is a joy to serve. It is a joy to know she can be of use. It is a joy to know that those feelings, which steal into her heart with barbed-bladed pangs, can never be requited, because it means she can die for her cause quite easily. That is how it must be. And when she doesn't fall too close into the scope of her arms, that is how it is. The possibility of anything else is vertigo-inducing; she fears the fall.

[lemongogo]

AYLIN AND ISOBEL?