#otherwise they’re mostly canon to just the 80s

[mypersonalships]

So I illustrated it.

[paintingformike]

the way some people talk about not “trusting” the duffers with byler you’d think they’ve been purposely half assing the development and build up of their relationship but nooo they literally gave us THESE like. tell me any other canon couple in the show that has a cinematography that actually stands out the way theirs does. they literally get so much special treatment for a “platonic” pairing, so many one on one scenes and heart to hearts together

after all the effort they put into writing an elaborate painting storyline for them and all the time and money they spent into making their scenes look more intimate and emotional and tense and as if they were the only two people in the world...you think they’d give us an unsatisfying ending and leave it ambiguous or up to interpretation? be fucking fr if anything theyre dying to finally just allow them to meet in the middle and get together 😭 and lets not act like the painting plot isn’t quite literally leading into a giant confrontation of feelings, there’s literally NO WAY to conclude that without making the state of their relationship explicit

also let’s be real here, they were the ones who actively CHOSE to develop their relationship very seriously and with deep, emotional moments more so than any other (romantic) pairing in the show. the way they’ve treated them and framed their scenes together actually shows they care a lot about making sure their storyline is intricately written and thoughtfully planned and wrapped up satisfyingly. i never got the sense that they’d do otherwise and they never gave me a reason to believe they’d just half ass this plotline because they’ve shown that they actually care a little too much their moments together. heck, they spent nearly an entire day just to film the van scene perfectly and get it exactly right and the writing of the other characters in volume 2 (aside from lumax’s and el’s storylines ig...) just pales in comparison to will’s veiled love confession in the van scene, it’s as if they spent 80% of their energy in the van scene then half assed every other plot point like i swear they secretly see byler’s relationship as their “baby” that they subtly put double the effort into writing and developing...

and their supposed “main couple” doesn’t even get treated nearly as seriously enough? since they got together they’ve mostly only had lighthearted/playful moments and fights, they rarely get any meaningful or deep conversations as much as byler does and their relationship in s3 was used for comedic effect and they’re constantly separated from each other...and i’ve reiterated this a million times before but there’s such a clear contrast between the intimacy in byler scenes vs the lack of intimacy and effort put into mileven scenes, especially in season 4. they’re never just alone together, either will is in the background or there’s several distractions and other people in the shot that make you not focus on them or just make their scenes together look ugly. to top it all off, the monologue, which is supposedly their big romantic moment, was filmed with the ugliest lighting, had the camera constantly panning to other characters and will being in the background 90% of the time to the point it’s actually begging for your attention, you’re literally constantly reminded there are other people with them and it apparently only took around 5 takes to finish LMFAO the duffers are not as much of “mileven obsessed” as people think they are, because if they actually are then they’re doing a pretty horrible job with it.

this is why i need some bylers, but especially twt bylers who happen to be the most pessimistic, to have a little more faith and stop losing hope every 5 seconds because if you’re so convinced the duffers don’t care enough about byler to write them a satisfying ending then why would they put this much emphasis in their relationship and make their scenes together 10x more serious and emotional? i get still not trusting the duffers on certain matters and because they’re “two cishet white men” or whatever but either way it’s not even like they’re the only writers of the show, and somehow they’re able to write their gay main character in a way that hits close to home for a lot of queer people because his experiences are very authentically written. im not even trying to put them in a pedestal but despite being allegedly cishet they still did manage to write the van scene all by themselves and knew how to portray will’s feelings of alienation as a gay man for being “different” and a “mistake”, so at the very least they probably consult actual queer people/writers 🤔 even though they’re not perfect in every way, sexuality issues and queerness are actually treated a little more seriously in stranger things and they managed to delve a little deeper into its connection with puberty and conforming to what’s “normal”, unlike other shows that just ended up queerbaiting. none of those other shows have explored a queer person’s sexual identity as much as stranger things has, and they managed to do this alongside the overarching supernatural plot. it also actually ties into the themes of the show so it would make sense if they decided that their main couple should be the embodiment of outcasted and marginalized 🤷‍♀️ anyways i didnt intend for this to get this long but i hope it does manage to keep people’s confidence in check cause i always end up doing this when i start seeing people being too negative to the point it’s just irritating im sawrry 🙏

[perahn]

4, 10, 18, 19, 20 for Varash!

4. What hobbies does your Tav have? How did they acquire these interests?

Varash’s mother, Zhriinvar, is essentially a librarian (I haven’t quite worked out what they call it in gith, and how it differs, apart from deciding that not all the items in the library are books, in tir’su or otherwise; some are blocks of stone with memories psionically imprinted into them for others to experience. The oldest of these date back to the first years of the rebellion against the illithid). Varash reads a great deal and free ranging in a library led to other interests. The most important of these was her obsession with Faerûnian ecology – more of that at the proper question.

She is also a singer, in a way; I headcanon that githzerai music is both choral and highly abstract, so to hear her sing her part without the others would just sound weird and probably unpleasant. I think she’s interested in Alfira’s music but does not fundamentally get it – where are the other singers? why is a machine involved? and the scale/harmonies do not make sense to her ears.

10. What would your Tav consider to be their greatest skill? Is this accurate?

A trained will. Among the githzerai, she has received a little more training than most but isn’t anything very special. Out on the Prime, it’s very off-putting for her that not only does it not matter in quite the same way (Prime reality does not reshape itself solely in response to concentrated will) but mostly her companions grumble about how stubborn she is. Like it’s a bad thing.

She is not entirely wrong, but probably only because she sees everything else as governed by her will. Observation, memory, even compassion to a degree – they’re all aspects of what she wills to be.

18. What is your Tav’s greatest fear?

She’s basically living it during the game. Culturally there is nothing the githzerai fear more than to be slaves, again under the thrall of the illithids. She has a ghaik tadpole in her brain, a ghaik lying and manipulating her, and a ghaik abomination trying to destroy the world she loves. She has only the narrowest hope that she can do anything about any of it, and she fears that she and Lae’zel will not be able to kill the others and each other before they turn.

19. What is your Tav’s greatest desire?

To be whole, free of the parasite, and with Halsin in this beautiful world she left her own to explore.

20. What is your Tav’s greatest regret?

Hard to say! I’m not sure she really experiences regret, or would recognise it if she did. There are certainly aspects of the endgame that made her doubt that she had done the right thing, in a way she had probably never known before, but I don’t think it’s regret.

WELL I had to leave this overnight and I remembered one, although I haven’t quite decided yet whether it’s canon. In the game as I played it, Varash never found Halsin in the goblin camp. She killed off the leaders, scoured the place but somehow missed that one important door, and by the time I’d given up and found a guide, Halsin had rescued himself and gone home. I even think it was part of her initial respect for him, and the impression she received in the shadow-cursed lands of a person who knew what he needed to do and was 80% of the way there, but needed a little assistance over that last 20% - he needs someone to keep the portal open for him, not to do the research and the rescue; he needed someone to just get him enough of a diversion that he could get out.

But then he tells her about his captivity under the drow matron, and as she thinks about it later she thinks about how nobody came for him then, he just had to fight his way free when finally there was a diversion, and that the exact same thing happened in the goblin camp, and she – wishes she had found him, and decides that it will never happen again (Probably just as well that Orin took Lae’zel).

[missnight0wl]

This game is a walking headache, so I'll ask about fashion! Could you tell/show a bit of Helena and Jacob's style? 💕

Alright, but seriously, this is a really cool question! And thank you for asking! 💖

However, I can’t into fashion, like at all... and so I’m not sure if what I came up with is even cohesive and whatnot. Nonetheless, here it is! Finally! And it’s a bit longish...

In general, both Helena and Jacob are familiar with Muggle fashion. Their father is a Muggle, so their connection to the Muggle world is pretty strong. Of course, it absolutely doesn’t mean they’re fashionable. Oh no, no, no… Still, they are kind of influenced by what they see on the telly or simply in stores while they’re back at home. Therefore, it’s not obscure for them either. Now, with that in mind, let’s discuss some details.

Helena

Helena’s style is kind of all over the place, really. There’s a lot of typical 80s fashion: mostly jeans with colourful T-shirts or jumpers. She also likes to wear Jacob’s old flannel shirts. “Old” means that they’re smaller than you’d think looking at Jacob now, but… they’re still quite too big for Helena. It takes a while before she decides to make them more fitting (by using Reducio, for example).

By the end of the fourth year, Helena’s style becomes a bit more “rocker”. It's actually inspired by the game itself because around this time, we got that galaxy hair and the black leather coat (it was shortly before the Weird Sisters TLSQ was originally released). And honestly, I liked it so much that I decided to keep it canon. I didn’t find the exact coat I imagine, but the story is basically that Helena found it in a second-hand one day, and pretty much everyone hates it – but Helena loves it.

Helena’s rocker phase lasts for some part of the fifth year, and then, it turns sort of into a mix of both her 80s and rocker styles.

I also want Helena to have some fun bag. I didn’t figure out the exact design yet, but I included what gives me more or less the right vibes. I’m thinking that perhaps it was even her mum’s bag previously, and Helena was quite surprised when she found it, because currently, Alice has a rather proper style.

Helena doesn’t wear a lot of accessories otherwise. It’s usually just her watch (a present from her grandparents) and a piercing in the upper part of her ear she got from Tonks.

After Hogwarts, her style becomes more… mature? I guess you could qualify it as Light Academia or maybe Dark Academia. (Please, keep in mind that I don’t really know what I’m talking about.) Either way, it starts shaping in the seventh year already, probably. She wears more dresses, and skirts, and whatnot. On top of that, she wears some subtle jewellery a little more often.

This trend continues into her adulthood. Of course, it also depends on the situation. She still likes to go back to her more casual style, and she has a pretty prominent grunge phase in the 90s. It’d probably be the preferred choice for most of the curse-breaking assignments, too: her Docs, jeans, and some leather jacket.

Jacob

Jacob’s style is quite simple. He just needs a T-shirt, his flannel and/or a jeans jacket, and he’s ready to go. Since he is a bit of a geek, he likes T-shirts referring the pop culture: either music bands or films. He prefers dark and neutral colours – and it stays true for the rest of his life.

The truth is that Jacob didn’t really have a chance to work on his style as a teenager. I mean, it was never a priority in his mind at Hogwarts, then he started working for R, and then… well, he got imprisoned. And after he gets out, he basically wears what he has – which means that his style doesn’t change much for quite some time. And that’s fine, actually, because he feels rather comfortable with it.

The one more important thing that changes during that period is that he wears the coat he got from Patricia a lot. Pretty much all the time when he’s outside. I plan to make a proper design of it one day, but so far, I was inspired by various search results like this, for example:

It doesn’t exactly fit his style, but he somehow makes it work.

He also keeps carrying his leather bag (a present from his parents). Similar to Helena, he doesn’t accessorise much otherwise.

After the nightmare of the Cursed Vaults is over, Jacob is being influenced by some people eventually, and so his style changes a little more. It becomes slightly more elegant, but nothing too extra. He doesn’t abandon his old style entirely, so I’d say it’s sort of hipstery as a result. He pays more attention to accessories as well, but it’s still nothing too extravagant.

Now, I don’t know if you can tell already that I’m trying really hard not to say that Jacob’s style is basically Hozier… but it kind of is. Like, when Patricia gave him the coat and said: “I thought it should be good for your height. Though it’s a bit loose. Then again, most things are on you…”, this is pretty much what I had in mind: click!

The funny thing is that Jacob is honestly not based on Hozier. I got super into Hozier fairly recently, because in 2020, I believe. I knew some of his songs even earlier, naturally, but this was when I fully discovered him. And Jacob was pretty fleshed out by then! But the more I watched Hozier, the more I was like: “Oh yeah, it’s Jacob vibes”.

What can I say? I guess I simply have a type – and Jacob was always a very self-indulgent character 😅

Also, if we speak about Hozier already, it obviously means… A MAN BUN!

And yes, this one is actually influenced by Hozier.

Finally, here’s a little bonus: I tried to put together some outfits in The Sims 4. They’re not perfect, of course, because TS4 has its limitation (and I didn’t download any custom content just for that), but I’m rather happy with the results anyway!

[inqorporeal]

What are your thoughts on the Force being available to everyone? I feel like if the Force is just existing and connecting to others, then any living creature and every person qualifies, it's just the active/conscious awareness of those connections that makes a person Force-Sensitive.

Ooooh, and will whatever your opinion is on the Force tie into what Obi-Wan is doing with teaching his aliit to use lightsabers/meditate? I know some of them are already Force-Sensitive, but as with what happened with Phel and Zohli, will more of them have bits of TK/precog too?

This response got LONG because I have Opinions, so I'm putting it under a cut xD

I'm a Legends-era fan; the Star Wars I grew up with -- the OT, and all the books and comics -- didn't have midichlorians or a regimented, cultish Jedi Order, and my understanding of the Force comes from material that was solely based on the original trilogy and several of George's discarded notes from the 70s and 80s. It's different from what current canon says it is.

But canon is what we make of it, and if it doesn't spark joy, then Marie Kondo says it's okay to get rid of it.

The Force, the way I usually write it (unless otherwise stated) is just energy, the natural give and take of life. It's also grounded in physics -- for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction, an equilibrium that is maintained without conscious intervention. It's perceptible by anyone and everyone, and whether they ascribe their perceptions to 'gut instincts' or 'feelings' or a deity's communications, it comes from the same source: perceiving and translating the invisible energy of the universe. Some lifeforms can actively tap into and manipulate the energy directly, with varying degrees of strength and dexterity, and the ways this manifests is unique to the individual.

A person who has an awareness of the energy, and learns to interpret it, would be Force Sensitive; those who can manipulate it directly are Force Users. Those who are more Sensitive than others often seem to have uncanny "luck" -- I headcanon that characters like Han Solo, Hondo Ohnaka, every SWTOR main who is not explicitly Sith or Jedi, and pretty much every other character in the GFFA who does incredible things is more Sensitive to some degree, whether they've worked to improve their perceptions or not. Whenever a SW character says they have a bad/good feeling about something, it's Force Vibes™.

And there are more Force traditions than you might think; mostly because it's not necessarily called the Force; that's a thing specific to the Jedi, Sith, and traditions which follow them. Other cultures still have an awareness of the energy of the universe, and know it by many different names and concepts.The galaxy over, there are cultures which train themselves to interpret and utilise the Force in different ways, according to their own particular traditions.

And now we get to Clan Bastra. Many of the members of the families Obi-Wan rescued and adopted as family are Force Sensitive in their own right -- a valuable survival trait for a nomadic trading clan. The Mandalorians, per my headcanon, have their own Force traditions which involve a focus on the Self, in developing spatial awareness and reflexes; it's what makes Mandalorians so particularly formidable without them displaying feats of telekinesis or manipulation of others' minds.

Coupled with my opinions on the Force being universally accessible to anyone, I do not hold with the idea that a lightsaber can only be wielded by a Jedi or Sith. Yes, they're incredibly dangerous and the wrong move can take off a limb without any effort; they handle differently from any other weapon purely because of the nature of the blade itself, not because Force Says No. The most basic lightsaber can be wielded by anyone, given sufficient training and care; with a Mandalorian's training, becoming proficient with such a weapon is entirely possible. A big deal is made over kyber crystal lightsabers, because the kyber crystals are Force-reactive and have an awareness of their own; they choose and bond with their users over time. But even Jedi don't hand kyber crystals over to their initiates before they're ready to construct a personal lightsaber; by that point, they should have undergone years of training. Until then, trainees make use of lightsabers which have an array of natural and synthetic crystals, and these are no less weapons for the nature of their crystals. Obi-Wan is considering training and eventually arming a substantial portion of Clan Bastra with non-kyber lightsabers -- anyone who wants to learn and is able to. Because they'll be learning Mandalorian Force traditions, they're less likely to develop telekinetic abilities; but precognition is definitely a trait which might become more dominant in some.

...That was a really long way of saying "Yes" xD

[couldyouspeakmyname]

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[rlyc00l]

headcanon request ask! (no pressure or anything tho, just thoughts if you have 'em)

1.) What kind of music do Rhys and Zer0 each listen to? ...Aside from Digby Vermouth I guess :p

2.) Zer0 sleeps under a desk at one point in your fic. Do they usually sleep in odd places, or is that just when they don't feel safe?

3.) Aside from emoticons, how could someone tell Zer0 is in a good mood? (I'm coming up a lil blank because it's not something we get to see much of in canon T-T)

One day I'm going to be able to answer an ask without writing a miniature essay but not today. I simply have a lot of thoughts about a lot of things and I really like writing stuff 1.) Zer0 I have like a super solid, very passionate opinion on. Enough for a playlist. Music that is fun to kill stuff to. :) Mostly energetic electronic bullshit (especially dance-y stuff), some extremely cutesy anime shit, some random fun stuff, and a few completely unexpected pieces of bubblegum pop. They feel absolutely no shame about anything they listen to, the last thing a bandit getting good and stabbed by Zer0 might hear is "♫Hey Mr. Wonderful Oh you're so incredible Hey Mr. Wonderful~♫" blasting in their helmet. Rhys is harder for me because unlike Zer0, I don't feel like his tastes are in-line with someone who spent a lot of time discovering music on vampirefreaks.com in high school and that pretty much makes his tastes a mystery to me. So, 100% going off of vibes? I feel most strongly about popular 80s music (he's an 80s yuppie ~in space~). Probably knows lyrics to a lot of the cheesiest shit like Opposites Attract (but he has a surprisingly good singing voice. Because I think it would be jarring and therefore funny, and because Troy Baker.) He gets at least a little tipsy and he'll try to get Zer0 in on it but like, they physically cannot sing. Otherwise, honestly his tastes are mostly probably not too out there, a lot of the kind of thing that pretty much everyone likes—not necessarily popular, but not really weird and divisive stuff. No specific genre or anything. The actual tftbl music would make sense too? And throw in some real sensitive/emotional stuff that he would get super defensive about if one were to give him a hard time about it. Also, "bisexual nerd music". I don't have a definition for what this is, it is just vibes.

2.) (Whoops you asked this before I posted the last chapter, where this basically gets answered. I wrote the whole answer to this ask and then got super distracted for a few weeks) It's based on how secure they feel. Usually they feel confident in their ability to go from being comfortably asleep to up and ready to defend themself, even in totally new environments. But with their current condition and the knowledge that they're being hunted they're not going to take a chance on comfort, especially not somewhere as obvious as a bed. 3.) Okay, wow turns out I have a lot of thoughts on Zer0's moods so I'm gonna try not to make this super long. I think it takes a pretty pronounced good mood before someone who doesn't know Zer0 well notices (but like, a less pronounced good mood still has a lot of the same signs, just toned down). Even then, it can be kind of subtle. I think most times we see Zer0 in BL2 they're having a pretty good time (except during the ECHOs, when they're in FFYL, when you AFK on them and they're bored, and during the actual sad deaths). Like, even when they're happy they're still childish and can get pretty mean. But, yeah, Zer0 in a particularly good mood: Generally they're friendlier and more sociable. Their laughs are more genuine, they're more willing to engage in conversation, there's a lot less of those curt replies, long periods of silence, and straight up ignoring things. They're even more prone to offering compliments—not that they normally wouldn't acknowledge their friend's achievements (as long as they aren't feeling kind of bitter towards them). In most moods they're "playful" to some degree, they enjoy messing with people, but if they're in a good mood it's closer to lighthearted teasing rather than being a dick for their own amusement. They'll still be a dick, but in a nice way? Like, purposely turning Rhys into a flustered mess (this has backfired on them, pre-relationship, because Rhys can completely unintentionally do the same thing to them, and then their only defense mechanism is being a dick. Straight up ignoring him/"I was talking to her"). Body language-wise, they just seem more comfortable? Again it's subtle, and it's not like they're ever particularly uncomfortable, but they usually hold themself like they're constantly ready to spring into action. And yeah, even in a good mood they're ready for a fight, but their stance is more open, they use slightly more animated and open body language, and if it isn't absolutely necessary, they struggle to stay still. In BL3 they have that very cute thing where they bounce on their toes and that's totally a good mood thing (yeah, they do it randomly in-game, but their bl3 emoticons are also random so who cares lol). Extremely good mood? They might actually like, show physical affection with friends. Not a lot more than a clap on the back, *maybe* an arm over a shoulder, a pat on the head for the short people that probably comes off as a little condescending and maybe is a little condescending, because it's Zer0.

[makeste]

Are there any headcanons that you would like to share? About anything you want.

anon in the absence of specific guidelines I have managed to make this post pretty much entirely about Bakugou. I apologize if you really wanted to know all of my headcanons about Kouda or something lol. but all joking aside he really is the character I think about the most and so probably like 80% of my headcanons are about him, including close to 100% of the headcanons I actually have a solid enough grip on to put into words. anyway here goes.

he does not know how to tie a tie. he was a rowdy little free range knee-scraping grass-staining run-don’t-walk child whose parents only ever managed to wrestle him into formal attire a handful of times for special occasions when he was younger, and then he went to a middle school that used gakuran-style uniforms so he never learned then, either. his dad offered to teach him when U.A. rolled around, but he was all, “fuck off dad, I know how to tie a stupid tie,” because by that time he had grown into a cocky little brat confident in his own skill and naive as to the reality checks of the world, and he genuinely believed with the conviction that only a fifteen-year-old can muster that when the time came he would just magically know how to do it. on the first day of school he got as far as draping the loose tie over his neck and holding one end in each hand before staring at the mirror and abruptly realizing the hole he’d dug himself into. and so rather than admit defeat, he just straight up decided not to wear it. which became a permanent life choice once he got to school and saw how badly Deku’s tie was tied and realized there was no way he could ever risk that kind of humiliation.

in a similar vein, I know there’s a popular fanon that because of his parents’ influence Katsuki has a good sense of fashion, but my own personal headcanon is that this could not be further from the truth lol. it’s not that he has a terrible sense of style, mind you; it’s just that he doesn’t care about it at all. he’s a nerdy jock who spends all his free time studying and lifting weights. this kid literally only wears one color, and that color just so happens to be the easiest possible color to coordinate. he owns like three pairs of shoes max. he wears his pants three sizes up and they drag so much that the hems are all frayed from him constantly stepping on them (literally canon, and one of my favorite details from chapter 218). he just doesn’t give a fuck, so long as the clothes are comfortable and don’t look stupid. he has about a million things he’s more concerned about than what he or anyone else is wearing. in fact I’m 90% sure that his mom still buys most of his clothes, and about 70% convinced he does not even know what size he is.

he’s good at household chores (because he’s good at everything), but hates doing them. aside from cooking, which he enjoys, he will bitch and whine nonstop if forced to do tedious-yet-necessary things like washing dishes and folding laundry. that said, he is a perfectionist, and he also has a lot of experience because his mom made him do chores all the time during the seven trillion times he was grounded while growing up (that’s his estimate, btw, so it may be slightly exaggerated. he was not an easy kid to raise. when your kid’s fuse is about a millimeter long and he has a tendency to literally blow up whenever he throws a fit, you end up with a lot of objects in your house that have been replaced at some point), so if you do actually manage to get him to do the chore, rest assured that chore is getting fucking DONE.

when he was very little he watched an Avengers Endgame-style All Might film where a bunch of bad guys attacked earth and various assorted heroes tried and failed to stop them. then at the climax of the film, All Might showed up and said “I am here”, and everyone got super pumped up and excited because they knew the heroes were going to win with All Might on their side. this scene remains Katsuki’s favorite scene in anything. not the fight -- just the moment where All Might shows up and grins and the audience knows right there and then that he’s going to win. this is the feeling that inspired his dream. he wants to be the one who shows up and everyone is like, “we’re good now; Katsuki is here.”

when he was six or seven he got into a big fight with an older boy over that scene because he said it was fake and that there was no way All Might could have beaten those guys in real life. Katsuki insisted he definitely would have because All Might never loses. the other boy replied that everyone loses sometimes. Katsuki kicked his ass and got suspended for a week.

ten years later, Katsuki watched All Might battle All for One at Kamino and realized two things. one, that the other boy was right and that anyone can lose. and two, that he, the one who had so proudly defended All Might back then, was going to end up being the reason why he finally lost.

for a long time afterwards, he couldn’t bring himself to watch that movie again.

when he and Izuku were three years old their moms sent them out on a first errand (google Hajimete no Otsukai if you’re unfamiliar with this tradition, I promise you it is the cutest fucking thing you’ll ever see) to buy ingredients for katsudon. Izuku was full of bouncy childish enthusiasm and could rattle off the full shopping list of ingredients front to back, but when the moment finally came his confidence wilted as soon as their parents were out of sight. Katsuki also had a moment of panic when they first rounded the corner and he couldn’t see his house anymore, but rallied once Izuku burst into tears and he realized that he had to be the one to take charge. he proceeded to morph into an absurdly over-the-top caricature of his own mother for the duration of the errand, to the point where in addition to telling Izuku to stop crying he also ordered him to stand up straight and tuck in his shirt. the two of them went on to complete the errand flawlessly and their moms were PROUD AS FUCK and took a billion pictures. Izuku and Katsuki have only a few scattered memories of this milestone in the present day but it’s enough to send both of them absolutely reeling with embarrassment whenever they’re reminded of it.

he and his mom don’t often get along but sometimes they’ll bond over roasting a mutual target. they have watched many a trashy reality TV show together for this purpose. Masaru lives for these moments but never comments on them lest he spoil the rare moments of peace.

Katsuki is perfectly capable of using keigo (i.e. normal polite Japanese with no rude language/cursing), otherwise he would not be one of the top students in his ivy-league high school. code-switching is a thing guys! anyways his teachers are aware of this, because all of his essays and homework assignments are written normally. he merely chooses to go about his daily business acting like a wannabe yakuza stereotype because that’s just his personality, and he’s not about to start censoring himself and acting like some weird little goody two shoes robot person just to please people he mostly doesn’t give two shits about. but if you put a gun to his head and told him you’d pull the trigger if he said “fuck”, he would probably be all right; he’d just have to concentrate.

when he was little he went through a phase of collecting cicada shells and leaving them EVERYWHERE -- in the bathroom sink, on his mom’s pillow, you name it. Mitsuki often tells people this is when she started getting gray hairs. one time she opened a box of cereal and there was one in there and a little bit of her soul died that day.

he generally doesn’t care who calls him Kacchan. it doesn’t particularly bother him and it never occurred to him to pretend like it did just for appearance’s sake. also secretly for some reason the thought of Deku ever calling him anything else really bothers him. he’s not sure what it would mean if that ever happened, or what he would do.

all of his workouts are designed to strengthen his arms and back and shoulders because those are the parts of his body that take the most abuse from his quirk. other than that he avoids building up excess muscle anywhere else because the more weight he puts on the harder it is to fly around. for this reason he is never going to end up being a big bulky guy like All Might. one day Deku is going to surpass him in muscle, but he doesn’t care because he’ll still be a match for him in firepower and speed.

he’s one of those kids who will not so much as take a sip of alcohol until he’s twenty-five. partly because he’s experienced enough concussions that he doesn’t particularly want to give hangovers a try, and partly because he’s a control freak and honestly afraid of getting drunk and making an idiot of himself somehow. the rowdier members of class A try virtually every trick in their wheelhouse and then some to try and persuade him over the years, but not even the reverse psychology “aw, don’t worry, it’s okay if you’re... scared :)” thing works, because that’s only actually effective when he secretly wants to do the thing.

then one day he just wakes up and is all “you know what, I’m gonna try it”, and for the next few days his google history is basically just “how many drinks does it take to get drunk” and “how to avoid getting drunk” and “how to prevent hangovers.” somehow word gets out through the grapevine (he probably told Todoroki, who is the one person in class A you’d think wouldn’t be a big ol’ gossip but in fact IS) that Bakugou is finally going to get his drink on that weekend, and pretty much EVERYONE shows up at the izakaya that Friday night excited as FUCK.

Katsuki proceeds to drink a grand total of two beers over the span of several hours, and drinks like five glasses of water in between, and literally nothing happens to him at all except that Kaminari almost fights him out of frustration. the rest of class A never fully gets over their disappointment.

he actually knows like 90% of class 1-A’s names by this point. there are still a few people he doesn’t and will never know, though. twenty years from now Aoyama will still be “that weird fucking french kid” in his mind.

he had no idea who Eri was until the Christmas party. sometimes he’d hear the other kids talking about someone named Eri, and from context clues he somehow ended up thinking it was one of Aizawa’s cats. when Eri came to the party he had a brief moment of curiosity wondering if she was Sensei’s niece or something, and then he heard someone say her name and he was all “THAT’S ERI?!” and his entire worldview was briefly shaken up.

he pulled Kirishima aside to ask him and Kirishima basically gave him Eri’s whole entire life story which was way more than he actually wanted to know. he’s now kind of terrified of ever being in the same room as her for fear of having to interact with her because he’s pretty sure he’d do or say the wrong thing. most of the time being intimidating is something he strives for and puts a lot of effort into, including when he’s around kids (who are basically just smaller, sloppier adults in his mind), but he doesn’t want to be the guy who scared an abused kid, so he basically just hopes the others will have enough common sense not to ever go “oh hey you know who should totally interact with each other?? Eri and Bakugou!”

that being said, if circumstances ever arose which forced Katsuki to protect Eri, the two of them would totally bond and they would have a really sweet relationship in which Eri looked up to him just like she looks up to Deku and Mirio and the rest, and where Katsuki was constantly trying to be on his best behavior around her, like genuinely, sincerely trying, and kind of failing at it a lot but still being sweet in a gruff sort of restrained-disaster way.

...and after sitting there for a while trying to think of more I couldn’t come up with any so I guess that’s it! basically most of my headcanons are about how secretly boring Katsuki is. honestly if it weren’t for him having the vocabulary of a 52-year-old sailor whose foot was caught in a bear trap, he and Iida would probably be best friends.

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#5

hey so i’m trying to find some fics for some jatp rare pairs:

ralex (reggie x alex)

boggie (reggie x bobby)

ruke (reggie x luke)

alex/luke/reggie

alex/luke/reggie/bobby

alex/luke/reggie/willie

rukebox (reggie/luke/julie)

i don’t really ship these within canon but they’re just fun to read about but i’m having a hard time finding the fics/ficlets.

the only trigger warning i ask not be included unless only referenced is s*lf harm

you can send them to me via message, ask, or attach to this post!

thanks friends 💕

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every single character in Julie and The Phantoms is queer and neurodivergent. you will never convince me otherwise. this is the hill i die on.

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there is nothing you can do to convince me that reggie is neurotypical 

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[south-park-meta]

Tarantism - Stan, if you're not sick of Stan yet, otherwise anyone else

Tarantism – The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing.

TW reference to canon suicide attempt

Moving to Tegridy twists Stan's arm into spending time by himself. It's an hour outside of town so his friends don't make the trip often. The internet is kind of crappy, so when they try playing MORPGs he usually ends up having to apologize for the lag at least once. Which maybe isn't that bad; his friends give him shit for it, but only a little, and usually Cartman. It's mostly his own voice in his head wondering if this time when his connection dropping makes them all die, will be the time that makes them decide not to let him play anymore. He thinks he's always invited, but he skips on his own sometimes because he's sure if there is a push for ostracizing him it'll be when the internet wanes, and while he's out Cartman will start telling Kyle and Kenny how much more fun it'd be without dealing with all the bullshit.

What he has with the guys is precarious, teetering. He thinks if one of them is going to shove it over the edge it will be himself or Cartman. They're the ones to take up the helm most often. He doesn't want to do it. He's scared of the big left turn Kyle suggested they take because he doesn't know where it would lead. And anyway, if they both take big left turns aren't they going the same way? Maybe they can just take a new path, together, and then it won't be so frightening.

No, he really doesn't want to be the one to end what they all have.

But if anyone's going to do it, it's going to be him. Cartman, Stan thinks, doesn't have the right.

He's always been independent, but he's never liked being alone. Even on the causes that have him leaving South Park, he likes to haul a friend along with him. As moral support, or something. Just something, someone, to hold onto. The idea of being smothered by people, unable to do his own thing on his own time, galls him. The idea of being really, truly alone scares him. Terrifies him, even. Between the two it often makes him wonder if he's holding on too tight or letting go too soon.

The thing is when you want connection there's not a lot to do alone except 'get to know yourself better'. Stan already knows himself pretty well. He doesn't hate himself or anything. Honestly. At least most of the time he doesn't. He doesn't like everything about himself, naturally, because who does? But he's comfortable with the parts he likes. The parts he doesn't aren't anything he wants to look at directly when he's alone. He dissects himself in front of everyone when he's feeling good, deciding whether to show bits off or keep them buried deep. He doesn't want to do it alone and feeling sorry for himself.

Music is one of the only things in the world that can take an empty room and fill it with people you've never met. A thousand familiar, relatable experiences are right there with a simple search on Spotify. Sometimes he'll find someone to wallow with. The deep, growly, deathcore songs that say 'I know what you're feeling'. It's the same as a few years ago, sitting with the goths by the school, letting out misery by sitting in the middle of it.

But sometimes he thinks of Butters coming up to him while he was being miserable.

Butters is fresh out of his brace after throwing himself through a school window.

Because Stan's dad was wrong, moving them out to the farm where they have no one that they know. But he wasn't wrong, that South Park is a black hole, a hungry mouth. It takes and takes and takes. All you can do is try to bargain with it, like it's one of those old fucked up fairy tale monsters. Give up the parts of yourself that don't matter to you, first, a peace offering, to keep it fed until you can get out with most your sanity intact. Butters didn't get that; he'd gone all the way, thrown his whole self to it. Stan's been playing chicken with South Park, over and over. But he's never going to be someone who throws himself out a school window.

So he's careful not to think like Butters too much, too often, but sometimes when the day's right he can find the beauty in the sadness of being lonely. He can make a puzzle by himself and like it. He can pull out a board game and enjoy the solo play. He can play the new Gersploosh album and not hear shit blowing out his eardrums.

Those days are good days. Those days are even sometimes better when he's literally all alone; when his dad's out working the farm and his mom's at work in town and Shelly's done anything she can to get out of the house. He cranks his music and feels like he's in one of those 80's movies when he dances. Like Risky Business, sliding on the old wood floor in his socks. Happiness is temporary, fleeting, just like the goths told him, but on days like this sadness is fleeting, too. For at least a while, being an idiot all by himself, everything feels like it will turn out fine.

[jadekitty777]

Where the Heart Is

*Looks at the 80% of entries so far being in some vain about that moment*

*Holds out her own overly cutesy entry* I-I can still join the party, right?

More seriously, I’ve been super stoked to get to this day! This entry is one my favorites, with tomorrow’s being my absolute favorite. I hope you all enjoy!!!

Day 5: Hurt/Comfort

Rating: K+

Pairing: Qrow/Clover

Word Count: 4.6k

Ao3 Link: Where the Heart Is

Summary: After facing off against Salem's hordes and managing to secure some of the relics in Vacuo, the team stops in Patch for some much needed rest and recuperation. It was meant to be relaxing. So, why was Clover more troubled than usual?

Qrow isn't sure, but he is determined to figure it out. With, maybe, a little bit of help from his family along the way. [Canon Divergent from V7C12]

A series of shouts snapped Qrow awake in an instant and he was already half out of bed with one hand around Harbinger before his sleepy brain caught up with his body and reminded him that he was home and safe. He settled back on the mattress with a groan, running a hand over bis face. A quick glance told him the space behind him was empty and from all the noise downstairs, he surmised he was probably the last one up.

Not that it bothered him much. He so rarely got to curl up under the ridiculously soft sheets and warmth of a real bed, especially his own, why wouldn’t he take the opportunity to lounge around in it for a few extra minutes? Or hours.

Still there was definitely no going back once something got him up, so he resigned himself to preparing for the morning.

By the time he was making his way downstairs, the game the kids were playing was in full swing. Yang and Nora were both standing on the coffee table, scrolls in hand and trading off insults as they tried to decimate the other’s character in Grimm Fighters 3. Ruby was cheering them on in the background. Removed from them, Penny was settled against the far wall, a charger plugged in the back of her bow, but she seemed intent on watching the proceeding battle from her corner.

As he hit the last step, the TV proudly proclaimed, “Fatality! Player 2 wins!” And Yang gave a yell of fury, dramatically falling to her knees while Nora started doing a jig and proclaiming how she was still queen.

“Isn’t this a little much for nine in the morning?” Qrow asked them once the victory shaming had ended.

Instead of an answer, he got a chirpy, “Morning Uncle Qrow!” from Ruby.

“Wanna join us?” Yang waved her scroll invitingly.

“Maybe after a dose of caffeine.” He left them to their own devices, slipping into the kitchen.

Despite the room’s smaller size, it was just as energetic and even more packed. Jaune was wrist deep in an argument with the juicer, while Ren was rolling out dough on the counter beside him. Tai was whipping eggs in a large bowl. Weiss was the only one going about her vegetable chopping task with a bit more slowness, concentrating hard as she tried to coordinate her hands into doing a task unfamiliar to them.

Acting as silent observers, Blake and Oscar were sipping on their respective drinks of tea and coffee. Or, he realized as Oz gave him a friendly nod, hot chocolate. “Good morning Qrow. I hope you slept well.”

“If he’s the last one up, that’s always a good sign.” Tai jabbed, instantly earning forgiveness when he added, “Tea and coffee’s made if you want any.”

He nodded his thanks, hiding a yawn as he carefully reached over Weiss to get a mug. It felt like a coffee day.

So close, he didn’t miss the whisper of, “Am I doing this right?” her tone having a note of frustration to it.

He glanced down at the potatoes she was trying to cube, none of them matching in size or width. Certainly wouldn’t win any of the many awards the Atlas Elite was accustomed too. “Looks good to me.” Her surprise reminded him of another thing she never had – easily won praise. “Maybe cut the bigger pieces in half so it’ll cook the same.”

She didn’t respond, maybe just not sure how to, but the shift to her knife told him she was taking his advice. Qrow left her to it, going across the kitchen to pour himself a cup. As he added the sugar, he finally asked, “Where’s Clover?”

“Patio, with Zwei.” Tai pointed his whisk in the direction of the open back door.

“Got it. Let us know when breakfast is ready.” He said, heading that way. The commotion starting up again from the living room followed after him.

Despite only a few days having passed since their arrival, it all felt exceedingly normal. It almost didn’t belong after all the senseless tragedy that had plagued them on their journey. Haven. Mantle. Atlas. When they finally secured a small victory in Vacuo, managing to seal two relics away, it seemed time to take a breather. To recuperate and plan their next step. What better place for that then home?

He’d like to say Patch had been mostly untouched by the calamity the rest of the world had been facing – but Signal’s provisional closure and the shrinking shelves in the grocery store told otherwise.

While no one in the general public understood why huntsmen-focused schools were being attacked, no respectable headmaster could justify continuing to place their youngest generation in danger until a more permanent solution to the massacres were devised. Likewise, supplies were becoming scare as less people felt safe to travel and even less eager to trade among kingdoms. With less to go around, it only increased more devastating problems – like crime, sickness and starvation. Which brought Grimm. And with fewer huntsmen and huntresses able to come to arms and the ones that were left being stretched beyond thin and past their limits…

Well, the new scars on Tai’s forearm was a precautionary warning about just how bad it was really getting.

If the new blemishes bothered his brother though, he certainly didn’t show it. Then again, he’d been on a permanent cloud nine since their return so it was hard to tell anything right now, but it sure was nice to see him smile so much. Just like it was nice to see the kids enjoying a bit of peace and quiet enough they felt okay to be rowdy and young again.

For once, Qrow also felt like he should take advantage of it all – to enjoy the little pleasures in life while he had them. He knew their break was temporary, maybe only a week or two more before they finally set out again. But right now, all he wanted to do was drink his coffee while snuggled in Clover’s arms.

As he stepped out onto the patio though, he came to the conclusion things might not go as planned.

Clover was seated on the porch swing, motionless beyond the idle hand petting down Zwei’s furry backside. His face was a troubling puzzle of drawn down eyebrows and a seldom-seen frown set in place. His eyes seemed to be far beyond the little grass field he was looking at and, so lost in thought, he didn’t notice Qrow at all until Zwei lifted his head.

If he’d been suspicious before, he knew without any doubt that something was wrong when the former soldier took one look at him and smiled way more widely than necessary and said with a voice full of false cheer, “Oh! Morning Qrow.”

He only did that when he was purposely trying to hide something from him.

“Hey.” He returned levelly. “Room for one more?”

Clover pat the space beside him. “Of course.”

He settled down in his spot, accepting the dog that flopped over both their laps. He propped his feet up onto the firewood rack, the movement rocking them a bit, and languidly sipped at his coffee as he tried to plan out his method of attack.

This was one of the more unfortunate things they shared in common. Neither of them had had an upbringing that encouraged them to get all ‘touchy-feely’ with their feelings, though their circumstances were widely different. In Qrow’s case his was all self-disciplined to deal with the pain of constant rejection whereas for Clover it was the Atlas academy that conditioned students like him into refusing ‘unwelcome’ emotions like sorrow or hurt.

It was one of the reasons he was never crazy about the military. It was like looking at a bunch of hims, and no one wanted to be like him.

“Been up long?” Qrow decided to test the waters carefully first.

“Lil’ before sunrise, I guess.”

So, first one to wake. It wouldn’t have been so terribly unusual for the early riser, if not for the fact they were still readjusting from their more night-based timeclock in Vacuo. The unforgiving desert heat had meant traveling in the dark kept their energy stores higher and their water supply more under control.

Still feigning casualness, he followed up with, “Well, until my ugly mug greeted you this morning, what’d you do?”

“I’ll have you know that I find your face quite lovely.” Clover chuckled, stretching an arm out across the back of the seat. “Honestly not much. Watched the news. I don’t recommend, it was all reruns.”

So, no distressing headlines they hadn’t already heard. That was good.

“Did some warm up exercises with Penny.”

Nothing too unusual there.

“Took a walk.”

That rose an alarm bell. “Alone?”

But he already knew the answer – Clover didn’t take walks. He sprinted. He jogged. Hell, if time allowed, he’d do a mini marathon. But he never walked. The only person in this household who did was-

“No, no. With Tai and Zwei. It was nice.”

Oh Brothers no. What thoughtless things did his best friend spout that had made Clover look like his whole world had suddenly flipped upside down? Did he tell him the skirt story? Please let it only be the skirt story.

“Okay look, whatever terrible things Tai said about me, they’re only half true.” Qrow defended.

“Uh, okay?” Clover only seemed confused. “Actually, we didn’t talk about you. Well – except for the typical ‘You hurt my brother I hurt you’ spiel but, I think I’m pretty used to that one by now.”

He turned away, hiding his embarrassment. “Oh.”

“Guess it was a missed opportunity.”

“Get that evil smile off your face.”

“You’re not even looking at me!”

Qrow looked. It was even eviler than he’d imagined. “Careful, you might give Salem a run for her money.”

Clover barked a laugh, abrupt enough to startle Zwei. His arm fell from the back of the bench to his shoulders, pulling him in just enough to drop a kiss on his temple. “Whatever you say babe.”  

No amount of self-control could prevent him from melting into that touch. Looks like he was getting that snuggling session in after all.

But, at the back of his mind, the question still nagged at him. If it wasn’t about him, then what had it been?

~

He didn’t get a chance to investigate further until a little after noon, when he got the chance to corner his brother-in-law in the shed.

“Sorry, but we didn’t really talk about much. I’m not sure what could have upset him.” Tai told him as he sorted through his gardening equipment.

Qrow sat across from him on one of the stools, leg bouncing impatiently against the footrest. “Are you sure?”

“Maybe I should be more offended here.” He waved a trowel at him. “What makes you so certain I caused the problem?”

“Because you’re you.”

“Oh, you’re right.” Tai placed a hand over his heart, tone full of theatrics, “I, as the better looking one among us, probably made him swoon and now he’s contemplating eloping with me.”

He threw a screwdriver at him. “Not. Funny.”

He grinned cheekily back, setting aside the tool he’d caught between his fingers. “Why don’t you just ask Clover what’s bothering him?”

“In the decades we’ve known each other, have I ever been able to be that direct about this kind of shit? Now, work with me here!” He shifted backward until his shoulders rested against the edge of the table. “Go over with me what you two talked about. Maybe I can figure it out from there.”

“Really not gonna let this go, are you?” He straightened up, stretching out his lower back. “I really meant it though, most of it was small talk. He asked me a lot of questions about Signal and what it was like to be a teacher. We thought up some ideas how to strengthen the Grimm defenses around Patch before we all leave.”

He tried to hold back his disappointment. “That’s it?”

“Yeah? I don’t know what else you’re looking for.” Qrow must have been doing a poor job, because Tai’s expression shifted to something more sympathetic. He wrung a hand through his dulling blond hair, trying to find an answer he didn’t have. “Uh, we talked about Misty Ridge for a bit?”

Qrow snorted. That certainly had been nothing more than idle chitchat. Misty Ridge was just a small mountain range that ran through the island, given its name from the near permanent mist that clung to the cliffs. He wouldn’t argue that they were beautiful to look at; he never failed to admire them from above whenever he went for a fly. Especially this time of year, when they were-

They were dusted in snow.

His eyes went wide as his brain finally made the connection.

“Figure it out?” Tai asked.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “He’s homesick.”

“Oh.”

Qrow fidgeted with a stray nail, spinning it around between his fingers. “All of us have been running from town to town for weeks now. We’ve barely had time to catch our breath, let alone our thoughts. I should have figured when we finally slowed down, something like this would happen.”

It was something he certainly had to contend with on the norm – but at least he had the peace of mind knowing his home would welcome him back. Not so much for the guy who was court martialed out of his position.

What must Clover be missing? The novelty shops he used visit? The sandwich place he brought Qrow to on their first date? The two-room apartment, with his clover-potted plants and paintings of the seas? Or maybe it was the things ingrained in his heart – like the routine of motions he was used to when he got ready for a day full of Huntsman missions and the people he used to spend it with.

His friend hummed, crossing his arms. “So, what are you gonna do about it?”

He shrugged, looking up at his friend. “What can I do? It’s not like I can stuff Atlas and Mantle in a travel bag and bring them here.”

“Very astute.” Tai remarked. “Now that you’ve ruled out the impossible, how about something smaller? Maybe make his favorite Atlesian dish? Or there might still be some wares from Mantle at the trader stalls in the market.”

“I’m not much of a cook. And he can’t exactly take a bunch of junk with us.” Qrow reminded.

He rolled his eyes. “Brothers, I hope Clover doesn’t think he’s dating a romantic.” He waved his hands outwards. “It’s not about him lugging it around, it’s just about creating a familiar space for him. Something he can look at and feel a little less out of sorts.”

Qrow tossed the idea around his head. Would Clover be touched by such a gesture? Or would it just put a bad taste in his mouth? Never mind that he didn’t even have half a clue what to get him if he could find anything.

Maybe he could just bring him up to the mountains? Or- wait! That was it!

“I got it! Come on.” He said, jumping up from his stool.

“Uh?!” Tai flailed as he was shoved towards the door. “You gonna tell me what it is first?”

“In a minute, we need the kids.”

~

The most accurate thing to say about the way Qrow’s life operated was that even his best laid plans never went perfect. That’s why he clung to the background as a spectator while everyone else did the task he’d set them out on, mostly limiting himself to occasionally running messages between the groups.

It was probably for the better anyways – he certainly didn’t have Weiss and Yang’s knack for detail or direction for something like this. Or their general enthusiasm.

“No, no!” The ice princess pointed at the tallest Maple in the center of the yard. “A few more on this tree Penny!”

“Ruby, bring the hose over here!” Yang called from the east side of the backyard, a shovel propped on her shoulder.

The request fell on deaf ears as, with a wicked cackle, Ruby aimed the nozzle at Oscar and blasted him in the back. His resounding screech could have caused an avalanche.

“Young lady!” Tai bellowed over the poor farmhand’s shouts, “If you can’t handle that hose responsibly, I’m taking it away from you.”

Her silver eyes glinted, pointed it his way now. “Just try it dad! I’ll get you next!”

As the war for the gardening tool got into full swing, Blake looked up at him from where she was tacking down the last of the fabric to the porch railing, her smile fond. “I believe that’s the sign for we’re ready.”

“Seems more like a sign to get started before they ruin the surprise.” Qrow replied, watching Oscar wrest the hose free while Tai threw his youngest up over his shoulder, ignoring Ruby’s shrieks and cries for her other teammates to avenge her. He stood from the bench, calling over the field, “I’m gonna go get Clover. So, chill everyone!” He shot a look at his eldest niece and brother-in-law when they both started cackling. “Clam it you two!”

“Go get him Uncle Qrow! We’ve got this!” Ruby encouraged.

Too bad he wasn’t sure if he was ready. The nagging worry that Clover may not like this at all continued to tangle around him like a buckthorn bush. It only sunk its thorns in deeper as he made his way inside and back into the living room area.

It seemed he’d come just in time, because Clover was just finishing up wiping the floor with Team JNR over their friendly round of Remnant: The Game.

“Ugh.” Jaune’s forehead thunked on the table top. “How do you always get the best trap cards?”

“Guess I’m just lucky.” Clover earned every bit of the scathing glare the younger team leader sent his way. “Wanna go again?”

“Might want to pause on that.” He intervened before anyone could speak up, striding forward. “Ruby’s looking for you three. She’s out back.”

Taking their obvious cue, the kids got to their feet, heading out with one last ‘We’ll get you next time!’ from Nora. Clover only chuckled at the baseless threat, beginning to pick up the game pieces.

Qrow collected some stray cards strewn along the floor, eyeing the placement of the board. “Controlling Atlas, huh?”

He shrugged, setting some of the tiny plastic soldiers back into the box. “What can I say? I know it best.”

“’Suppose you do.” He rubber-banded the rest of the stack together, choosing his next words carefully. “You’ve been thinking about Atlas a lot, haven’t you?”

“No more than usual.” He replied, tossing the dice in their little tray.

“Really?”

He wasn’t sure if it was his tone or just his insistence, but Clover suddenly paused, meeting his gaze, pushing that same unerring optimism to the forefront of his smile, “Hey now, what’s with the 4-1-1?”

If there had been a stenographer detailing every moment of Qrow’s life from the beginning to now, the record would show he was not in any way good at these things. So, when he finally explained himself, it sounded harsh even to his own ears. “Cut the act already. You looked miserable this morning.”

“Well, miserable’s not the word I would have used.” He turned away from him, focusing on folding up the game board instead. “Nostalgic, maybe.”

Yep, screwed that one up. He exhaled softly, wishing he could just borrow the other’s softhearted patience for the next five minutes. He rounded the table, taking residence in the spot beside him, tapping their knees together. “Sorry. I just know you have some heavy stuff on your mind and I don’t know how to ask about it without sounding like an insensitive jerk.”

Clover took his time to put the box top on before he responded. “No, it’s not you. Not really. I have been feeling pretty lost lately, but I was hoping you wouldn’t notice. Heh, guess I should have known better then to get something past Oz’s best spy.”

“Damn straight.” His chest swelled with pride. “I don’t get it though, why wouldn’t you want me to know?”

As rare as his frown, the other was suddenly hesitant as he ran a hand over the back of his head. “Because I didn’t want you to think I was regretting coming along with you.”

“I wouldn’t think that.”

He rose an eyebrow, and in a tone nearly identical to the one Qrow used on him, said, “Really?”

“I’ll – try not to think that.” He amended. “But I don’t want my stupid inhibitions to stop you from talking to me about stuff like this.”

“They’re not st-”

“Sshh, stop being my personal therapist for a sec and just listen.” Qrow placed his hand over one of Clover’s, taking a deep breath to calm his own nerves. Nothing to lose, right? “When we started to get to know each other, you saw right through all my bullshit almost immediately. It was – kind of annoying, actually. I’d been building up those walls my whole life and you just leapt right over them. Or, maybe you busted through ‘em with that hard head of yours.” He chuckled softly. “I didn’t know how to handle someone like you. What I really wasn’t expecting was that I’d grow to like it.”

The hand he was holding rotated, until their palms where touching instead, strong fingers squeezing his.

A smile tugged at his lips, the simple touch encouraging him to go on. It was funny. Eight months ago, he never imagined himself speaking like this, open and raw. “There are things I’ve been able to tell you that I’ve never even admitted to my own family before. It’s been so unbelievably freeing.” He rose his eyes, staring into deep teal. “But I don’t want this to be one-sided. What’s happening between us, it’s important to me. I know I’m not as good with this stuff as you, probably never will be, but I still want you to feel the same safety and ease I do.”

“Qrow…” Clover murmured, but words seemed to fail him. Instead he shifted towards him, enough so he could cup his jaw with his free hand and lean his body forward.

Qrow’s eyes slip closed as their lips touch, the lingering caress gentle yet searing. He could have stayed in that moment forever.

So, of course, his scroll buzzed and broke them apart.

He pulled it out, seeing a message from Tai.

What are you two doing? Making out?

Cheeky bastard.

He tapped back a response, reassuring him they were on their way. “I uh, heh, I got so caught up I kind of forgot I have a surprise for you.”

Clover’s face lit up immediately. It was rather cute. “What kind of surprise?”

“You’ll see.” He got to his feet, tugging him by their clasped hands.

It didn’t take more than that to convince his partner to his feet. He led him to the darkened kitchen, the shades drawn to keep the gift hidden just a little longer. As they came to stand in front of the door, he placed his hand on the knob, but didn’t turn it quite yet.

“I know there’s probably a lot you miss about Atlas and Mantle. Things I can’t really bring back.”  Qrow started, trying to cool his nerves. “But I wanted to try to give something to you, even if it’s just for today.”

He kept his eyes on him, even as he opened the door – meaning he didn’t miss a second of how Clover’s expression shifted from curiosity, to shock, to, finally, absolute wonderment as he took in the transformed backyard.

“SURPRISE!” Everyone shouted from their places around the winter wonderland they stood in.

With Penny, it hadn’t been quite as difficult to pull off as Qrow had feared it might. A few sheets of ice, and suddenly they had enough chill to make snow stick. Between boulder-sized ice chunks that the various blade-oriented fighters could shear into shavings and Tai’s old pressure nozzle that turned buckets of ice water into flakes, they soon had the majority of the yard covered – enough that they could shovel the snow into great big mounds. The overhang of the roof and all the nearby trees had real icicles hanging down. For the places they didn’t have time to reasonably cover, swathes of shimmery, white fabric were used instead, ribbons of it spiraled over the porch railing or along the still leafy tree-tops.

As they stepped out into the temporary, magical world, for the second time that day, Clover seemed a loss for words. “I… This is… How?”

“Do you like it? We worked all afternoon on it!” Ruby asked, perched onto one of the many snow mounds Yang had shoveled together.

Penny lifted a finger, adding methodically, “We followed all the exact specifications of a snow day for optimal fun.”

“It’s, incredible.” Clover said, grinning ear-to-ear. “You all didn’t have to do this for me.”

Weiss waved him off first. “Don’t be silly. Of course we did.”

“You’ve become a vital member of our team. If we can show our appreciation of that with such a gesture, then it’s our honor.” Ren surmised wisely.

“Yeah! Now get down here so we can kick your butt at a good ol’ fashioned snowball fight!” Yang pumped a fist in the air, the sentiment quickly echoed by Nora and Jaune.

Qrow smiled at the sound of his partner’s laughter, the mirth wiping away any doubts he’d had that this wasn’t the right call.

Blake glanced around. “Shouldn’t we make teams then?”

“Right! Teams of three!” Jaune called.

“Uh, maybe I’ll just sit this one out-” Oscar tried to back away.

“Nice try lil’ Ozcar!” Nora swept him into a chokehold. “Me, you and Ren are gonna take home the gold!”

“Qrow’s with me and Ruby!” Tai claimed.

“Yes!! You’re all going down!” Ruby cheered.

Yang threw her arms over Blake and Jaune’s shoulders, boasting right back, “Hah! Not when we’ve got Mr. Strategy!”

As everyone continued their false taunts, Qrow squeezed the hand he held one last time, before letting go and hopping over the railing to join his family.

“Hey wait! What about me?” Clover protested. “Don’t you want to be on a team with me?”

He turned around, smirking. “And miss the opportunity to bean you right in that perfect face of yours? No way.”

He looked mockingly hurt, which was quickly wiped away as Weiss announced “That’s fine.” She made her way over to Penny, the android practically beaming over being chosen. “He can be on ours. This is our element after all.”

Clover looked from them, back to Qrow, a smirk of his own growing as he made his way off the porch. “Well babe, you had your chance. Don’t regret it when we utterly thrash you.”

“We’ll see lucky charm. We’ll see.”

The battle lasted until the sun was going down, when the icicles had long ago dripped and fallen from their perches and the snow and ice underfoot was little more than slush and mud. They trekked inside, sitting around the roaring hearth and trading stories over a meal of soup and bread. As the night waned, one by one they started to turn in until only Qrow and Clover were left, lounging on the couch together while the embers faded in the fireplace. Head pillowed against the other’s clavicle, Qrow was content enough he started to drift.

On the edges of sleep a faint ‘I love you’ breathed over his hair.

As he slipped into his dreams, he smiled, because he realized that even if he could never truly give Clover back his old home, things would be alright.

They could create a new one together.

[stylishanachronism]

So it is in fact Watcher Wednesday, I have a headache, the neighbors are still firing off fireworks and setting off all the car alarms on that side of the street, here’s a sliver of an essay about Pillars of Eternity and sheep.

So if you’ve been following along at all, you’ll know I have a dearly held headcanon that Edér, outside of seasonal agricultural work, supports himself by knitting elaborate ring lace shawls (no seriously what the fuck is he supposed to be doing all year Obsidian answer me who is making his socks), because canonically most of the Dyrwood’s production is tied up in fancy wool and fancy timber. More specifically, per the guidebook, “Wyr (“wire” - Aedyran) wool, gal glas (“green thorn” - Glanfathan) timber, Glanfathan deer hide, tin, lead, iron, copper.” (PGB1, pg 48), and it’s telling that the particular types of wool and timber are specified, as they aren’t for any other country(1). This is surprisingly well supported in game, between the set dressing in the Gift, the shipwreck scavengers beneath the bridge, and Dyrford’s main industry, namely tanning and dyework, as well as the lack of either crop industry on a wide scale, or food prepared for shipment in the Gift. (It does raise the question of ‘where are all the sheep’, but considering Obsidian knows nothing about textiles and the fact adding Yet Another model probably wasn’t the best use of their time, I’m cross about it but I’ll excuse it)

Fun fact: shipping roving is a waste of everybody’s time. Shipping thread on a scale that would enable somebody else to turn it into cloth is less so, but it’s significantly more expensive. Cloth takes up a lot less space than either option (especially roving), and is a lot harder to damage/a lot easier to protect during the process, especially since there’s a smidge more evidence(2) that wyr wool is a fine, light, long fiber wool, and therefore prone to matting in its base state.

This is not in the game at all, and barely barely barely in the guidebooks, but that set of facts means the Dyrwood is probably known for its weavers and knitters, and they probably import a lot more dye than even Aedyr, who are implicated to buy dyed in the wool textiles(3), which leads to the idea that the Dyrwood and Readceras have very strong economic reasons to get over their differences, (which is openly canon, but without explanation) and in the meantime Stalwart’s smuggling business? Almost entirely dye into the Dyrwood. The same economic pressure would explain why Aedyr was so eager to go back to trading with them, instead of being deeply pissy about dealing with a ‘failed’ colony, as they are with Readceras.(4)

On another tack, this takes everything about the Pearl Bluffs and makes it actually relevant to Defiance Bay as a city, because shelling out municipal funds on adventurers because one of your priestesses is having bad symbolic dreams is... a little sketchy, considering the state of the city, but if hiring those adventurers also gets rid of a major predator in the closest accessible good grazing land? Sheep are much more valuable than dreams, and that’s a reasonable expense. (It also explains why there’s absolutely nothing there, because local grazing land > mildly inaccessible but well placed military infastructure, because if I was worried about invasions by sea (which Defiance Bay canonically is), having some sort of lookout on the cliffs above the port would be a good idea, but not if it would hurt the city’s main industry.)(5)

Circling back around to the lack of crop industry, I know mechanically nobody wanted to animate Yet Another field of wheat (or what have you. There’s a lot of options there but they didn’t put it in so We Just Don’t Know(6)), and so it’s not that they don’t exist it’s that they aren’t pictured, just like the dozens and dozens of little towns that ought to be peppered across the place, which must exist but aren’t pictured (or named), but like... I desperately want to know what Obsidian thought everybody was doing all year, and where they were supposed to be living. (Let’s face it, I want a real map, with county lines and everything.) I am, obviously, proposing that in addition to the many many necessary industries (coopers! more blacksmiths! every single citizen from the age of being able to hold a pair of needles knits and spins so they don’t go naked! glaizers! lumberjacks! carpenters! butchers! I could go on!), that pretty much everybody is involved in some sort of fiber production, mostly wool but linen as well (preparing flax is No Joke), or otherwise dye preparation in some form or other, but like... what did Obsidian think. Where are the sheep?

Footnotes:

1: Per the guidebook: Readceras produces “Vorlas (purple dye), corn, corn flour, wool, cotton (minimal), lumber“ (pg 50), the Republics “Iron, copper, silver, glassworks, ships, spices, clocks, and astronomical equipment” (pg 52), Aedyr “Iron, fine steel, cotton, dyes, lumber (a major export of many varieties), spices” (pg 54), and Eir Glanfath “Gal glas (“green thorn” - Glanfathan) timber, Glanfathan deer hide, gold, adra shell (the odd shell material found in Engwithan ruins), rare fungi“ (pg 57) even though their exporting adra makes zero goddamned sense. No other countries/cultures have listed products, though Deadfire made a good effort at showing the exports of individual cities in the Deadfire. I’m not citing it because I’m too lazy to go copy all that shit down by hand, though.

2: The evidence on wyr wool is, very basically, it’s either a long fiber wool (wire like, able to be drawn very fine), or a short fiber wool (wiry, coarse). Long fiber wool is more desirable, and more likely to be specified out on a consumer level, versus a more ordinary short fiber wool, where knowing the provenance really wouldn’t change much. Long fiber is also a much lighter wool, the sheep more delicate (not by much, but still), and the Dyrwood’s climate as shown doesn’t particularly require a hardier sheep. Without actual sheep to look at, or somebody on staff with enough textile knowledge to incorporate said knowledge literally anywhere, there’s not a ton of evidence either way, but I have my biases, and finer wool suits them so that’s the argument I’m making.

3: “Aedyran clothing is known for being relatively simple in construction and often using large, colorful striped or checkered patterns for accents.” (pg 54) Trying to dye stripes is a misery. Trying to dye checks is worse. Weaving stripes or checks, on the other hand, is very, very easy, but requires you to dye the thread before it’s processed.

4: I would cite the guidebooks here, but since they never actually come out and say ‘there was five years of famine and it was not great’, I can’t, but uh, there was (at least) five years of famine and it was not great. A fraction of the population wandered off to make candles in sufficient quantities that they’re a minor Dyrwodian import (”Many a Dyrwoodan lord who illuminated their keep (and cursed all Readcerans) unknowingly did so by the light of Eothasian candles.” (PGB2, pg 81), in reference to The Bright Shephards, said fraction with the candles), and another went to the Deadfire, where they were delighted to finally be successful farmers (”To the delight of these wayward pilgrims, their crops took to Deadfire soil better than they had in Readceras,” (pg 80), in reference to the Children of the Dawnstars), even though they... don’t actually grow anything in common with Readceras, and meanwhile Aedyr continued to be dicks about the whole mess, even as Readceras proper finally got their feet under themselves, and managed to get the Vorlas properly established to the point where it’s their main export. (Look, Vorlas is fantasy indigo, and indigo takes a couple of years to like, not die at the first hint of literally anything going wrong. It’s more finicky than roses, especially since they’re not growing it in a region it’s built for, there’s a reason everything went to shit.)

5: It also explains some of the bounties, because ‘dangerous thing that only bothers *really* stupid travelers’ is a much smaller problem than ‘dangerous thing that bothers fairly defenseless essential livelihoods’. Also mechanically you’re paid for the Caed Nua bounties but like... Caed Nua is setting the bounty? so you aren’t being paid you’re just saving the house a lot of money to get somebody else to do it. You need to defend your sheep as well as your roads, I guess is what I’m saying?

6: Look, someday I will dig through every recipe I can get my hands on, in game or in the cookbook, and come up with a list of things the Dyrwood probably grows for food, but today is not that day, so right now your guess is as good as mine, as long as your guess is ‘not corn’.

[mauserfrau]

Mau's Very Silly Headcanon Post

Since I have two pieces of fiction going live this weekend and they’re both going to be late due to butting into each other XD.

I did another one here and there’s going to be some overlap, but less bodily function stuff in this one (mostly spit) (also some vague references to medical trauma).

A lot of this is small potatoes because I didn’t want to spoil anything.  How Phaseleech actually works ends up being a plot point in what I have pending, so I actually can’t just come out and say what’s going on.  That said, I’m sure there are people here who want to know what’s on my mind, but who don’t want to sit through 50K words with half a dozen squick warnings.

That said: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Mauser_Frau

Questions welcome, about this, anything else I think about Borderlands, what exactly is in Chapter 13 of Satellite, if it’s true the one flashback actually happened to Mom... 

Both

-Look, the only thing I did that’s appreciably off-canon is let them have emotions.  Maybe I drove into left field with what those emotions were, but that’s really all anybody’s got to do to fix this situation.  Go with the deity of your choice.  

-If I was headed for a Gearbox ending, it would be for the scrapped one, not the one we got.  See this and this other thing.

>>>I would still have written the twins as having something resembling a meaningful relationship regardless of whether that turned out romantic or not.  As things went and are, them as a couple was something I knew how to write and my mom shipped them (no, I’m not kidding).  

-I’m not going for a canon ending.  Mercy, did I find a thread I could snap and take the whole sweater out.  

-Both had blue siren markings when they were born; Troy’s turned red after they were separated.

--Which was a complicated mess-- they were upside-down verses each other and had several secondary adhesions, the most notable of which was Tyreen’s face to Troy’s thigh.

---Leda never 100% recovered from the emotional or physical trauma, but she put on a brave face for the last sevenish years of her life.  

---Troy’s tissue loss was severe and left him with a notable pit in his upper right side.

---Tyreen also has heavy scarring running from her right armpit to her right hip.  It’s not as complex, but it is very visible.  Missing a fair amount of intestine compared to the average human, but this has apparently never bothered her beyond the fact that visiting the toilet when you don’t eat is not fun.

-Semi-identical twins. Have 82.5% of their genes in common.  LSS, neither one is a parasite.  They’re two sperm plus one egg and they didn’t divide right.

--Ms. Phaseleech* didn’t know any better.  #oops  

--If you get them relaxed enough, they will indeed curl up together in their “fish” position.

-Tyreen is the one who would wail first if separated from her brother when they were very small, but they don’t like being apart even as adults.  

-Both very well-read, used to recite The Odyssey to congregants instead of scripture (‘cause they didn’t have any scripture). 

-Good to excellent hunters. Depends what they’re hunting and if they’re together.  Prefer to go barefoot if there’s no one else around.

-The circumstances surrounding Leda’s death are appreciably worse than fanon baseline to the point I don’t think I ought to leave them lying around in a Tumblr post.  

-Both have wavy hair if they don’t iron the daylights out of it.

-Prefer to be on the road and around people, even if a fair amount of those people are going to end up dinner.

-Get weirdly soft-hearted around kids, especially little boys with a similar complexion to their own.

-Do they have any concept that they’re horrible people? Yes, but it’s very academic and not something that motivates them.  You’d be way more likely to hear them frame themselves as hedonists, which also explains their worldview to a certain extent.  

~*~

Troy

-Skinnier than most other Troys.  You could put him in a room with every fandom Troy and sort them by muscle mass, you’d find him at the bottom end, partying like this was an accomplishment.  

-Has an X-linked connective tissue disorder which is more extensive than he lets on.  He really should not do about 90% of the stunts he does because of the vascular involvement.

-Made a categorical decision to treat the associated pain with a lot of cannabis and massage.  Has a distinct resin and honey body butter smell because of this.

--Also, if you get him off-hours, there’s going to be a fair amount of “but why are we here, man?” discussion.

-Has a kink in his upper back.  His spine tilts to his right.  Not super noticeable, but if you were on massage duty, you’d realize something felt out of place.  

-Used to get catastrophic nosebleeds, though these have lessened in frequency and severity over the years.  

-After a certain point, has a permanent latching socket port installed on his right side, allowing him to switch arms out as he likes.

--Because he has a selection of eccentric ones.  What? It’s a challenge to learn to use non-human aspects like claws or feathers or forty joints in a tentacle.  

--Still flounces around without one if nobody of consequence is watching and generally won’t sleep with one in.

-The insides of his ear gauges are messy and don’t even get him started on changing the jewelry on any, erm, other piercings he might have.  (Nipples and one off-center PA.  That was QUITE enough after what it took for his tattoos to cooperate.) 

-Will frame any illness or off-day as a migraine, which he does get.

-Had really bad teeth before his mouth mods.  After that, has none of his natural teeth remaining.  Primarily uses his exceptional bite radius to annoy others, show off, eat sandwiches in a disturbing fashion and do unspeakable things in bed.  They’re for show.  They’re not functional in any serious way.  

-Doesn’t have great control of said mouth mods in the heat of passion or if you get him laughing hard enough.  Hope you like spit!

-Still has rather heinous-looking feet, but he’s concerned about losing his calluses if he has them fixed.  You’d be more likely to see him open on an operating table than barefoot in public.  

-Always wants to be the little spoon.  You’re a tink? You’re a third his size? So what.  He wants to be the little spoon.  Just give in.

-Genuinely likes tea, especially flower-based tea.  Favorite foods include grits, polenta, tamales, campfire beefy rice, beef and broccoli layered onto somebody else’s leftover noodles, beef curry, beef sandwiches soaked in jus, steak tips on day-old fries and look just give him a sloppy plate of starch and dead cow if you need him to shut up.  

-Drinks vodka so cold and over-filtered it tastes like water, then follows it up with extra greasy, burnt-to-hell texas toast while talking about his mother.

-Lactose intolerant.  Please do not feed the rat child pizza. Or chipped beef on toast.  No, not even if he begs.  

~*~

Tyreen

-Abnormally acute senses, especially hearing/smell and including a form of intuition which targets where things she can leech exist nearby.  She’s only aware of any of this in the context of it being different from how Troy’s senses work.  She knows where to get food.  Don’t most people?

-Doesn’t perceive herself as 100% human.  The Leech is part of her and she likes herself.  Mama said she was perfect.  The details are whatever.  You got a problem here? Well, that’s easy to fix… 

-Would have been sorted as a tomboy growing up, but had no companions to do so.  As is, prefers the company of masculine individuals, loves showing people up in a boyish fashion and is absolutely going to tune you out if you start talking to her about the topic.  

-Reeks.  You might smell something “off” with her around in a meeting room, but get her sweaty or worked up and forget it.  It’s not even a human smell.  Petrichor and spray paint, menstrual blood and chlorine, dead leaves and solvent.  It’s chemical, it’s uncannily biological.  It’s really not OK.  She can’t smell it and Troy’s used to it.  

-Doesn’t shave.  Has fluffy armpits that don’t match her dye job and a rather spectacular bush that extends onto her upper thighs.  Does pluck here brows and the witch hairs on her chin, but otherwise, you know what, nah.

-Heavily tattooed, but this is limited to her torso.  The viewing of said tattoos, as well as her scars, is a ritual in her particular CoV.  

--Not that she cares about being naked.  A body is a body.  You people are so uptight.  

-Will reflexively guard her lower stomach before anything else and sometimes in error.  Do not call her on this.  You will piss her off.  

-Has an eye-shaped siren marking, but it’s on her left shoulder blade and she tends to forget it’s there.  More aware of the “pointer mark” underneath her navel.

-Poor tolerance for any drugs.

-Can only ingest salt, sucrose and 80 proof or better clear alcohol without retching.

--Which is to say she doesn’t eat “people food”.  

--Fatty or high-fiber foods tend to make her ill faster.  She could possibly keep tofu or chicken breast down for an hour or more, but it’s still not going to end well.  

--Can and does eat cinder toffee because it’s one of the few things she can chew and digest.  Konpeito is nice too, but sometimes the dye upsets her stomach.  

--Milk, maybe.  Human works better.

-Enjoys swimming or long baths.

-Ambidextrous.  Was either born that way or picked up doing certain things left-handed because that’s what her brother had to work with and she had to show him how to do stuff somehow.

-Good with a forearm-mounted crossbow.  Either hand is fine.

-Used to drool precipitously when she leeched something “good”.  Mostly has a handle on this by the time the CoV gets to be a thing.  Mostly.  

-Deeply immature love language which might include her actually asking to play with her prospective partner and a good bit of bullying.

-SHE IS NOT SHY ABOUT HER NEEDS AND KINKS.  THE HELL WITH YOU.  YOU’RE MAKING SOMETHING OUT OF NOTHING.  HOW DARE YOU.  DO YOU WANT TO BE SKAG BAIT ON THE NEXT LIVESCREAM.  UGH. #nottsundereatall

~*~

* The Leech IDed herself as, erm, herself in some stuff I’m not sure I’ll ever post but ANYWAY.

[sebastianshaw]

Would you make any changes to Shaw's character to make him more interesting? Although he's my favourite, most villains I love have at least something good about them which is very intriguing to me. I know Shaw has his past but now he's just cold, sometimes I wonder if he did care about Shinobi slightly or if there was a moral limit he wouldn't cross, maybe I'd like him more than I already do as a character. He seems to be an outlier in the villains I like but somehow he gets the fav spot.

Hmm! Well, I like scumbags, they’re my bread and butter. I think Shaw is fine as he is, I just don’t want him to be made worse. But I also think that in order to make him more interesting as he currently is, there’s nothing new that needs to be added, so much as old stuff that should be brought back. Shaw’s actually been written with a lot of positive---if not morally good---traits in his history, as well as ones that are evil but INTERESTING, they’re just ignored by current writers. For starters, bravery and dignity. Shaw’s shown a lot of guts on many occasions---rescuing Emma and Harry from Sentinels, facing foes like Nimrod and Magneto and Sinister in combat, being willing to risk letting Remy explode him via kinetic charges if it meant he could beat Sinister and stop him from taking his body, etc. His best stories have also always given him a sense of dignity and gravitas; he’s treated seriously in them, both as a villain and a person. In current canon, he’s pretty much a joke, he can’t put up a fight, and he’s there mostly to get insulted and shut down at every turn. We’ve not had a chance for him to be brave or not, but I’m betting if it happens, he’ll be written as a cringing coward. Which, he’s not---Shaw is absolutely a self-preservationist and cares about his own hide first and foremost, but he’s also never been a coward either and has in fact expressed disdain when others showed themselves to be, even his own allies. Shaw shows great dignity in the face of danger, even when he’s deemed it prudent to retreat. Which brings me to another point---prudence and calmness. In the 80s, Shaw chides both a hysterical Pierce and an angry Emma on different occasions to let a defeat go and not seek vengeance. Shaw’s extremely pragmatic and he doesn’t believe in wasting time and resources on ventures that don’t gain anything material. Whereas currently, he’s depicted as extremely petty and easily provoked into a temper tantrum at the slightest jab from Emma. Again, Shaw should be written as a serious person with dignity. When he rages, it should be SCARY, not comical. But most of the time, I think he works best depicted as a steely, stoic villain, and he’s far more frightening that way. Shaw should also be written as intelligent. This should be what truly makes him intimidating, not his mutant power. He’s been very cunning in the past, often managing even to pull some small victory out of a battle he otherwise lost, but now he’s. . . he’s very inconsistent in his intelligence? Like Duggan makes him smart enough to pull off Kate’s murder, but then stupid enough not to have any kind of security at Blackstone. It’s a common mistake that a lot of writers make, actually---the villain will be smart enough to be a threat when they need to be a threat, but when the time comes for the hero to best them, suddenly they’re a total dumbass. So, let him face down some big threat without batting an eye, or make a really smart call, or keep calm in the face of the worst defeat. All things he’s done in the past anyway. None of these traits make him any morally better, of course, but they do engender more respect and interest in the character, while also being more accurate to his past. Speaking of his past, Shaw also expressed more political opinions and positions in the past too; saying things like “the common herd means nothing, the individual is all” and using phrases like “enlightened self-interest”. I would like to see him do that again. Reminding people of his bootstrapping mentality and the history behind it, remind them of his mentality around work-ethic and self-determination, that can go a long way to making the present Shaw a more well-rounded character, not just another evil rich guy cliche, without needing to add anything that wasn’t already there. We also saw in The Legacy Quest that he refused to take advantage of Storm when she wasn’t in her right mind and was offering herself to him. I’d like to see that come up in the comics, or something like it, simply because it’s so contrary to what most people would expect of him. Of course “not being a rapist” isn’t a positive trait so much as an absence of a heinous one, but it’s still interesting where he draws the line and why. Likewise, Marauders has him allying with the Von Struckers now, but just a few years ago his position on HYDRA was, actual quote, “Rip their fascist hearts out” In his early days in the 80s, Shaw also had a small code of honor. He proudly believed that “a man’s word is his bond” and was offended when Sunspot suggested he wouldn’t make good on a promise. I think it would be cool if this was brought back. Shaw absolutely will lie and manipulate to get the outcome he wants, of course, that’s who he is, but the idea he won’t break a promise is a neat little bit of Lawful Evil. Showing him keeping his word to the good guys on something because he promised it, even if he doesn’t want to do it, even if it would benefit him not to, would be a scene that really adds a lot of dimension, and, yet again, isn’t inventing a good trait that wasn’t there before, it’s drawing on something that used to be there and got forgotten. Again, most of these don’t make him better. But I think bringing them back would make him more interesting than he is now. It just makes him more. . . whole, as a person, to show what he believes and why he believes it, and where he draws what little lines he has, and why that is. As well as making him a more respectable and threatening villain (the calmness, the intellect, etc.) which he’s NOT right now at all. What a villain WON’T do, and their reasons for that, says as much about them as what they will do. One “good” trait that could feasibly be added that doesn’t have ANY basis in canon. . . .I write my Shaw as indifferent to animals and not understanding the appeal of pets, but I could just as easily see him liking animals and keeping pets. A lot of people think that bad people can’t/don’t like animals, but that’s not the case. Plenty of very evil people in real-world history have had pets they seem to have treated well. Hell, lots of horrible regular people love their pets. And it’s not hard to see why---animals don’t judge you, they don’t understand morality, they’re not emotionally complicated, they’re (sometimes) loyal and obedient, and they love you, unquestionably and unconditionally. They don’t lie about it, they CAN’T. Given how emotionally cold and repressed Shaw is, his cynical view of other people, his history of betraying others and being betrayed, it’s completely believable to me that he might find solace in the simple companionship of guileless creatures that can be completely trusted in their affections so long as they’re fed and treated well. It doesn’t detract from his villainy, nor do I think it’s unrealistic for him (as I just described), but it also makes him more of a human being if maybe he’s got a favorite horse or a couple dogs waiting for him at home. Like I said, I write mine as just totally indifferent, and I could EQUALLY see him as an animal abuser, but I also think him being an animal keeper, animal lover even, is also an equally valid/likely option. Which writers won’t go for, since whether a character likes animals (and vice versa) is typically used in fiction as a shorthand for whether they’re good or evil (a flawed idea, for reasons already described) but it’s one I think is very workable and would bring attention to stuff that we already know is the case---his inability to connect or empathize with other people, his suspicious mindset about others because he thinks everyone is just like him, etc---in a more wholesome/different way than it has been in the past.

[aerialflight]

Ichigo for the five headcanons thing!

1. The whole ‘waking up in the morning training routine’ was formed at Ichigo’s request to Isshin. Not specifically, but more like, wanting to be ready for the unexpected and to train in a way where he’s always prepared. So Isshin, on his own, started to fly through hallways and out of doors to surprise attack him. Never in a way that could seriously hurt him, but to prepare him for the outside world that won’t be as kind in its unexpectedness. And by this point, Ichigo doesn’t need such training, but it’s so integrated into their interactions that it’s a part of both their days. Ichigo dodging and battling Isshin is a sign that he’s grown, he’s not weak anymore, and that’s a comfort and reassurance they both need to get through the day.

2. I don’t know why, but I keep thinking Ichigo’s mom has a thing for 80′s music. I have a repeating scene in my head of Masaki vacuuming with the music turned up, playing Tina Turner’s “Rolling on the river” song. And considering Masaki was apparently a wild child and somewhat of a rebel, I completely believe she loved rock music like AC/DC or Zeppelin. So Ichigo has a fondness for 80′s music because of Masaki and his playlist is like chock full of English songs, which is why he could be fluent in the language too. And why he is a big fan of Shakespeare, which is canon btw. I headcanon he reads it in English cause he wants to read it in the original text. Also, Ichigo isn’t a fan of Japanese bands, thus explaining why in canon he is so clueless to what Keigo talks about when he goes on about that boy band.

So when I see those posters of Ichigo wearing those giant headphones, all I can think about is, “wonder what 80′s song he’s listening to now.” Maybe Ichigo dances along to Michael Jackson, who knows. I would kill to see that happen though.

3. Ichigo does not give one fuck about fashion or anything of the sort. The reason why he looks so cool or colorful at times on the posters or even in canon is the fault of his sisters. Yuzu does it cause she likes shopping and shopping for others and Ichigo lets her drag him into department stores to try some clothes on and since Ichigo is a good brother and wants to make her happy, he’ll actually wear the clothes cause it would be such a waste if he didn’t. Karin, on the other hand, tags along cause she just finds it absolutely hilarious how people react to a well-dressed Ichigo. Or how there are some days where Ichigo dresses like a punk, which Ichigo has a preference over, but then there are days he dresses preppy, or in pastel colors, and people short-circuit when he does. He suddenly looks softer, though the scowl kind of ruins it but still. There are reactions.

When Ichigo wore a suit for a wedding (don’t ask whose, cause I honestly have no idea and lets leave it hypothetical), everybody collectively loses their minds. Karin took pictures and Yuzu made a scrapbook out of people’s reactions to a suit-wearing Ichigo. Urahara looks a little wide-eyed, Isshin is actually quiet for once cause he’s struck by how grown-up his son looks and he’s so proud of the man he’s become that he’s actually becoming teary-eyed and it’s not because of the wedding at all. Rukia looks torn between teasing Ichigo and going hot damn on her best friend. Ishida chokes on his drink and Chad gives a thumbs up. Orihime can’t stop blushing for the life of her, this is like a dream come true.

Yeah, Ichigo dressing up nice would probably be the death of everyone who knows him. And he won’t even know it. Cue Karin & Yuzu fist-bumping.

4. It takes a lot to get Ichigo drunk. Blame it on the Shiba genes, but Ichigo could literally drink anyone under the table but he just chooses not to participate. Sees it as a waste of time and doesn’t understand why people would do it to themselves. But when he IS drunk, oh boy. He’ll become this righteous, angry ranter who will punch anyone who acts unacceptable in his eye. Sees a guy harassing a girl? He punches him so hard he flies across the room. Sees someone getting robbed? It doesn’t matter that he’s drunk, he’s still more coordinated than you, that’s for sure. Make a kid cry? Dead. Ichigo needs a handler when he’s like this, otherwise, he’ll probably run amok in the city, a drunk vigilante mostly successful in getting rid of the scum of the Earth.

5. Ichigo is aro/asexual. He doesn’t get the hype about romance and is baffled by it? When the thinks of romance, he sees his dad’s fanatical love for Masaki and while that can be seen as sweet, Ichigo doesn’t get it. He just needs his friends, his family, and he’ll be happy for life. He wrinkles his nose when classmates talk about girls or idols, and he just doesn’t understand. Then he meets Rukia, and people start insinuating they like each other and Ichigo scoffs at the very idea. Orihime, when she finally confesses, confuses the hell out of Ichigo and thinking about her in that way just doesn’t compute to him so he declines. Then Ichigo thinks maybe he’s gay? But then, he never thought of guys like that either, and most of the guys he knows are so damn weird (cough shinigamis cough) so nah, no way. Ishida and Chad are people he knows he can rely on and trust, but like, just thinking about Chad in that context is too damn weird. And Ishida is his cousin, just no. Even if he did get past that, they would probably kill each other in the end.

But then, it’s Byakuya of all people who explain to him what it means to find the better half of yourself. They’re your partner, the noble explains while thinking of Hisana. Someone who you wish to protect and would be by your side through every hardship you go through. Someone who you’ll cherish and die for in a heartbeat. Someone who you entrust your heart to and know they’ll never break it.

Ichigo is quiet for a minute before finally concluding, “so like a best friend?” and Byakuya actually looks amused by his revelation. “Yes, one could say so.” he replies. And Ichigo feels a bit more at ease and finally realizes, he doesn’t need a girlfriend/boyfriend or whatever, cause all the points Byakuya made can be applied to everyone in Ichigo’s life. So Ichigo goes through life, without getting together with anyone and is perfectly happy with it. The end.

[isobel-thorm]

evens for a v of your choice? 👀

let’s go with Evvie uwu

The Basics

2. Gender Identity Cis female

4. Race and Ethnicity Human, white, Irish origins

6. Headcanon VA - & fc Lauren Cohan

8. Weapon of Choice(?)  Nowaki Assault rifle, or any shotgun she can get her hands on

10. Do they have any markings, piercings or scars? Small scar on the right side of her upper lip

12. Own any pets? She’s very dedicated to her fish

14. Can they cook? Can they bake? She’s passable with both, but she enjoys baking more.

16. Can they drive? She can. Doesn’t mean she should. If it’s a four wheel vehicle anyway. She can’t drive those for shit but she’s amazing on a motorcycle.

18. Have any special keepsakes? The implant that she and Velkan use for Twin Switches. It’s useful and sentimental all in one go. She still thinks getting Johnny via the same tech is karma for it, though. 

Interests

19. Hobbies: Clothes shopping, cardio

20. Clothing/Aesthetic: Expensive, cute, lives in leather pants or slacks with bright colored midriff-bearing shirts and jackets.

21. Fave food(s) and drink(s) Seafood and whiskey

22. Fave Color: Light blue

23. Fave Genre: Romantic Comedy

24. Fave Season: Summer

25. City or Country? Anywhere But Night City

26. Guilty Pleasure Sweatpants

Storytime

27. What’s their family like? Who’s in it? What’s their relationship with them? Her and her siblings’ relationship is just about non existent with their parents because they basically abandoned them all, and the desire to find them has dwindled to none over the years. Her twin brother Velkan is the most important person in her life, and her other siblings aren’t that far behind, as much as Valencia would say otherwise. 

28. Are they literate? Did they go to school? How long? What level? She’s intelligent, probably somewhere just beyond college level, but she’s also more a street smarts kind of gal- or business smarts, considering she’s Corpo. Trust No Bitch and all that. 

29. What was childhood like? A lot of waiting around for parents who didn’t come home much.

30. What was adolescence like? Same as childhood with the added obligation to help Velkan take care of Vance and Valencia. 

31. What’s their current main conflict? This is currently up in the air. Right now it’s either ‘keep Velkan out of trouble’, ‘keep Vance alive from doing all this shit’ and/or ‘get the terrorist out of my head.’ 

32. What steps have they taken to overcome this conflict? Shoot first ask questions later, be there for her siblings at all costs.

33. How have they changed over time? Lightened up a lot. Like, a lot. She’s still the Full Fledged Adult of the group, though. 

For Fun

34. What’s their room look like right now? Sheer chaos in the main rooms, perfectly organized and color coded closet. 

35. What are they like as a friend? Loyal, encouraging, #2 Wingman

36. What are they like as a partner? Same as friend, add very very subtly-but-effective-flirty

37. Do they have any phobias? Fear of abandonment

38. Did/do they go anywhere special for vacations? Beaches, as far from Night City as she could afford.

39. Your character walks into a cafe. What do they order? Super sweet iced coffee. Probably some fancy limited time flavor like that Dunkin Brownie one. 

40. What time do they go to bed, usually? No set time, where she drops, she drops. 

41. What’s their morning routine like? 80% of it is spent trying to decide what to wear, then its just eat and go. 

42. What’s the dumbest thing your character’s done? Joined the corporate world to try to get a better life for her and her siblings, which ended up doing the opposite.

43. What pokemon would your character be (if they’re already a pokemon/gijinka tell us what they are, and how that’s affected them)? A Vulpix or Ninetails,

44. What’s their pokemon team? Try to pick all 6. Vulpix, Rapidash, Cubone, Lapras, Dragonair, Houndoom. She said “consistency whomst?”

45. Theme song (and a playlist if you’ve got it!)  Here’s one for “the Greys” as in all four of them but its really just her at the same time. All the songs are the right vibe for her.  The main ones for vibe/energy on that list are Blow (Deconstructed) Kesha,  Beauiful Dirty Rich - Lady Gaga, Hello - Karmin

46. If this character was in a musical, what would their motif be (what kind of instruments do you hear, what’s the tempo, etc). Legally Blonde’s energy with the sound of Heathers. Light, mostly hopeful, but intense songs. 

The Deep Lore™

47. What was this character’s biggest turning point in their life, something that changed them almost completely? Joining Corporate. It set her on a path where she turned into someone she started to not like and got out just in time, but she’s also well aware it almost ended her family because of the domino effect it had on her family. 

48. What was their lowest point? What was their highest point? Lowest was the same answer, and high point, well, haven’t gotten that far yet.

49. What are some themes tied to your character’s story? / 50. What are some motifs associated with your character?  “Stick to your guns” / “ffight for your family.”

51. What were some inspirations for your character (people, movies, games)?  I didn’t really have character inspo as far as personality, but her fashion sense was definitely “SR 2/3 Shaundi, but willing to put on a suit jacket and heels” - literal ‘Corporate Ho.’ 

52. How are you and your character the same? How are you different? Oh she’s absolutely a chaotic confident mess and I’m... as far opposite as possible. 

53. Expectations vs Reality: what did you expect and what did you get with this character?  No expectations had or met just yet. 

54. What does your character want, and what do they need? Wants to never have anyone abandon her, wants a solid life with her family all getting along peacefully. She also needs that but general stability would be nice, because she’s been all over the place in life for most of it. 

55. What’s your character’s core trait? What’s their best trait? What’s their worst trait? When happens when these all interact with each other? Determination and blind optimism, respectively. They end up giving her lots of high, happy expectations, where the results are usually anything but. 

56. What’s your overall goal with this character? Will they get a happy ending or will they succumb to their faults?  We’ll see how canon goes, but if it’s too sad, God is Dead, My Canon Now. She can go be happy with Vik/Dino/Whoever The Hell I Settle On.