#print it out and throw it in a fire idc

[komagoat]

@squidinu hii!!! I drew hims just as a gift cause your awesome (*^^*)

[spidergutz-writes]

What are some fluff hcs that you have for any and all of your handsome boys?? How would you spend a day with them? What are dates each of them would take you on?

meadow! Your spoiling me with all these delicious and amazing ideas!!

I’ll actually probably make this in 2 or 3 parts just so I can fit all mah bois :) (if requested, I will also add in some of my favorite gals!)

RED GUY:

Hand holding to the max!!

could be watching the most horrific thing unfold infront of him, and his hand would still be slotted in with yours

making dinner? He’s holding your hand.

watching tv? He’s holding your hand.

sleeping? Yup, he’s holding your hand!

he's a very shameless person when it comes to the softer things in your relationship

will not hesitate to pull you into his lap for cuddles.

also won’t hesitate to cling to you on every part of the day.

your cooking? Well so is he, now.

he loves cooking with you. It’s just so…normal.

normality is not something he experiences a lot, so even when you two are doing simple and mundane things, he enjoys it to the fullest :)

bro's sense of humor is so bad, but it gets to the point where it’s so ungodly terrible, that it becomes funny.

“Hey...what do you call a prisoner walking downstairs?”

“i dunno..What do ya call 'em?”

“..a CONDESCENDING… :D”

he thinks he’s funny, so please laugh :((

dates include him and you cooking a dessert of some sort.

his favorite is making apple cobbler pie with you :3

often you’ll end up with flour hand prints on your ass and some whipped cream on your nose.

he's just a silly guy doing silly things with his ooohh sooo silly partner!!

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JIN BUBAIGAWARA: (what? He dies? No. No he doesn’t. Not here. He lives. That’s the reality we have here. Deal with it. Go argue with the wall idc.)

my sweet sweet baby boy. Where should I start?

okay, before he overcomes his trauma:

Took his mask off infront of you once, and now he can’t stop.

hes addicted to how you kiss his scar

how you coo at him and tell him he’s so handsome 🥺

Will fight for you if it’s serious. He’s still scared he’s a clone :((

will stand up for you tho

anyone says anything bad about you? He’s cursing them out while his alter ego is making weirdly terrifying threats.

”YOU GOT SOMETHING TO SAY, HUH?” “I hope you sleepwalk into oncoming traffic...” “DONT YOU FUCKIN SAY ANYTHING ABOUT MY PARTNER” “I hope everyone you love leaves you.…”

Dates consist of you two sitting on top of rooftops while having a picnic. Talking shit, cuddling, and eating.

you two end up falling asleep in each others arm a lot, admiring the sunset or the moon.

he is a human heating pad. Like seriously. You don’t need a blanket when he’s around

Loves lying on his back with you laying on his chest :)

is a little shy :(

Thinks you don’t want others to know you two are a thing :(((

but when you hold his hand in public or in front of the league? He melts.

When you first kissed his lips over the mask in public? He cried a little

tears of joy :)

can’t cook for shit. That man burns water.

don’t ask me how, but you tasked him to make breakfast one morning, and a fire broke out.

there was also mayonnaise on your ceiling. Again, don’t ask, not even he knows.

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Simon Riley "Ghost" (this motherfucker doesn't die either. if anyone tells me otherwise, meet me at the Arby's parking lot at 6, BECAUSE I WILL FIGHT YOU)

oh my lawdy lawd. he is just SO FINE, WHERE DO I EVEN START??

this man has issues. he's really touch starved, but doesn't know how to accept any light touches.

he might shy away from your light advancements, because he's so used to any physical bringing harm or ill intent towards him.

but when you kiss his cheek, and hug his (slutty) little waist, he folds like a lawn chair on a hot summer day.

will scream, cry, throw up, roll on the ground, and promptly die if you ever serve him tea in a bowl (the French do this.)

likes to go to the gym with you. he loves to see you work out iykwim.

Ghost has never been a man for soft things, but he Isn't Ghost with you. With you, he's Simon Riley, a man who longs to have a sense of normalcy, a man who wants to take you out to nice restaurants, and a man who wants to bend down on one knee for you, and ask that burning question that lays in the back of his mind 24/7

he wants to do all of those things, but its going to take time. his insecurities tell him you deserve a man who can do more for you, but as always, you wash those thoughts away for him.

for now, his dates consist of concealed places, like the safety of either his, or your home, where he can take off his mask, safely. sitting, watching movies, drinking wine or scotch, and cuddling.

He's a big advocate on "actions speak louder than words" so he doesn't say "I love you" too often, but when he does say it? you better get the tissues. because he only says it during a really vulnerable moment of his, like when he's calming down from a PTSD induced flashback, or a panic attack, or when its late, in the middle of the night, when he knows its just him and his demons awake, with you sleeping soundly in his arms.

believe it or not, THIS MAN CAN COOK-

listen, i know he's British, and i know he's in the military, but that man just radiates "I'll make you a five star meal before i snap your neck"

he is a god when it comes to making steak. give him a basic ass steak, some spices, and a few other side ingredients and he'll give you a true taste of heaven. A taste of heaven from a man from hell.

we love him all the same though <3

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holy fucking hell this took WAY too long, and I took some extra time on Ghosts.

as always, any type of constructive criticism is appreciated, no matter how harsh or small it is <3

[avatar-legends-confessionblog]

Hi, it's the Rozin anon. Crawled out from my w40k obsession back into my ATLA phase because of Roku's novel. I love that little twerp, what can I say to justify myself? (Sozin too, mwah *throws him into a blender*)

Came here to complain again. Shocker, I know. And I think I figured out why so little people actually took Rozin seriously and haven't reduced into a fandom joke, like 90% of the fandom did. It's because ATLA fans don't see Roku (and Sozin) as characters of their own too. They don't take them seriously and even had shown their clear dislike for the characters. It's understandable in Sozin's case. A bad guy, an imperialist, a traitor, a closeted bigot. But I, to this day, had never understood the hate surrounding Roku.

Seriously, what did this guy do? Left Sozin alone after threatening him? Killing Sozin would've brought disastrous consequences, because he is a fire lord who, presumably, has already earned nation's loyalty to him. Killing him would've caused so much pain in the ass to the future avatars as well. Besides, this is literally exactly what everyone's beloved Kyoshi did with her fire lord problem. "But Chin the-!" She literally didn't do anything until he came to her land. How many people had Chin's army killed before she stepped in? How many villages and towns had he pillaged before she stepped in? I know the avatar is a human and literally can't be an omnipresent beacon of justice, stopping evil no matter where it is, but... Come on, girl! Also, I don't care what you say, but, that's not murder. I played Ace Attorney, I can prove Kyoshi's innocence whatever she likes it/agrees with me or not.

The volcano death? Volcanoes are fucking terrifying, man! The Yellowstone Volcanoes used to give me NIGHTMARES when I was a kid. Often times, the lava is not even the worst part. The ash fall, which would lead to food shortage and therefore massive famine, the lava coming into contact with water producing toxic gases, the area being a hell on Earth in the foreseeable future, the earthquakes, the tsunamis! And Roku had to keep track of ALL OF THOSE THINGS AT THE SAME TIME. Even if people were already on the boats, they could still had been hit by a massive wave generated by another eruption. "But Aang-!" His volcano was on land and a bit smaller. Also he had to deal with only one. Roku had to deal with two at same time, that were in the close proximity with each other, all on the same small island. No wonder Sozin came to help.

And, okay. All of the points I mentioned had already been brought up by other people when defending Roku. But, now we finally have the Roku centric novels! Yay! Finally, Roku fans won't have to read dumb shit being said about their favorite charact-

Aaaaaand people are now freaking out over the leaks! I'm not going to spoil anything here, but just... Guys... Can we PLEASE not gatekeep fucking BENDING??? Your fave won't die or become irrelevant just because another character can do what they can. Maybe focus on something actually unique and important of theirs, like, idk, their personality??? Their relationship with other characters??? How pretty/sexy they are??

Anyway, I'm pissed off and now I'll go and draw young Roku in a cow print bikini. Femboy Roku agenda, idc anymore, I'm anon, what are you gonna do to me?

X

[deathwithacutename]

* I just wanna preface this entertaining story by saying that yes this is a true story, some major facts and details were changed and the story is kept vague on purpose.

If you're easily triggered by me saying black lives matter and you feel some type of way, well, that's life snowflake and just like facts idc about your feeling #sorrynotsorry #blm

I just went thru hell today ....for $185...from a job that fired me a week ago...

I can't make this shit up. I from a small town in the south and I recently had a falling out with my dad. Prompting me to move across the country with my bf. I've never lefty small town in my life but did on that day (real long story I'll post it some other time rn I feel tired) so long story short I needed a job. I cannot stress enough how shitty this place was....

First of all, these kids had no discipline, no structure, and no respect. (Not to sound like Rodney Dangerfield over here, but I gets no respect, lemme tell ya)

Every day, was like:

Me:Hey (kids name) why are you throwing paper?

Kid: idk

Me: well could u do me a favor (yes I would ask them to do me a favor as a means of trying to communicate with them with some oz of respect) could you not throw paper, please.

Kid: (looks me dead in my face and smirks while grabbing a piece of paper and throws it without breaking eye contact)

Me: *sigh, didn't I just tell you not to throw paper?

Kid: (WITH A STRAIGHT FACE) I didn't know you were talking to me.

Me: 😳 ???

You looked at me, DEAD IN THE FACE when I SPECIFICALLY SAID YOUR NAME, SMILED AND DID THE VERY FUCKING THING I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING DO!!!! WHILE LOOKING AT ME THE WHOLE GODDAMN TIME!!!

😡😡🤬🤬.....

😤😪 let it go d.w.a.c.n....theyre, kids, you can't hurt them....it's just a job...

**RAGE RAGE, FUCKING RAGE the ppl in my head are screaming this at this point**

Mind you, I'm in a whole new state with very little to my name, in a town full of Trumpettes, in an interracial relationship with beliefs that black lives matter, fuck da police, and smoke weed everyday etched in my soul with only my spouse to have my back, (and I aint a punk and I can hold my own in a fight, but the way the wild life situation is...it would be too late for rescue should my anger get the better of me and my family can help, so we not gonna test these gator infested waters round here) but I don't have my birth certificate, so I can't get my license so until I get straight and on my own, I gotta play it safe. So kids will be kids...more or less 🙄

So Friday is field trip day for these...childrennn and while the first one went alright, the second Friday I'm there was a complete disaster. Also on that second Friday I'm there I had to work 2 extra hours

Enter Monday, I come in for 8 hours and leave. At this point I'm already looking for another job, so any excuse to leave would have been fine, I just wanted to have another job lined up...but luck was never on my side and sure enough that Monday night the director TEXTS me to tell me she's letting me go blah blah, mind u this wasn't a permanent job l, I was really there to fill in some gaps for the summer, but nevertheless it's a shock. But, cool, whatever, she tells me she can email me the check or I can pick it up, I say email is fine and that's it. Next Friday I get it emailed, I can print it, cash it, get on with my life. Simple right?

No....no no...absolutely tf not, nothing can ever be simple.

So, Friday comes and I call to make sure I am still gonna receive it, do they have correct emails address blah blah and the director then says,

"you can come pick up your check, d.w.a.c.n if you want".

Hmm...hubby just got paid, and I gotta run errands anyway, why tf not? It's right down the road I'll go get that check, get his, cash them and be on my merry way, right

Why tf did I say yes? Cos the minute I did, shenanigans of a malicious nature began. So I run up to this miniature hell...I mean...daycare and here's what happens

8 am: inquire about check, confirming I'll pick it up

Me: I can come through and pick it up

Director (D): ok, give me a few minutes to get there

9 a.m. I text to see if she's at the office, no answer...

10 a.m. I drive there to see if she's there; no show

10:30 a.m. me and hubby still waiting on this woman to arrive

It was then I decided to go get hubby's check, cash it and put it on his card, grab a quick breakfast and get back before she leaves and if she does dip, well, she can surely just cash it and leave it for me right?

Word of advise kids, never EVER leave fate up to chance, especially when you're born with hellaciously bad luck as I have been gifted. Don't. Do. It.

11 a.m sure enough she dipped. Can anyone guess what she didn't do?

For those who said she didn't print the check, you are correct, here's a cookie.

But, death, u may ask, how hard is it to print a check, surely not that hard right?

Rule number 2, and I cannot stress this enough. NEVER, EVER IN YO LIFE UNDERESTIMATE THE STUPIDITY OR INCOMPETENCE OF OTHERS. Don't do it, they'll surprise you every goddamn time cos I swear, trying to get these ppl to print this check convinced me that it would be easier to train a cat to grow opposable thumbs and open the tightest jars of pickles at will. Kid u not, can not make this shit up.

Fast forward and it's now 3 p.m.

No check, once again. So I call instead of going up there, mostly cos I don't want to get my ass kicked from cops bc I go up there and show the repressed nigga inside ready to pop out and fuck some shit up. I've never been to jail, but it would be my luck to get shot instead, especially now (and we not gonna make this shit political, ok? Any blue lives matter or all lives matter motherfucker who wanna come here and start shit will do well to remember that this ain't about u, this is just me venting, I ALSO have free speech and if you want to start some shit with me, I'm just gonna tell you to kiss the deepest, blackest part of my ass after I take a shit, and that's as far as I'm gonna engage with u ok? Ok)

So, long story (condensed) I finally get my check after my ghetto side leaks thru the phone. How much for my struggle?

Well if you were paying attention, you would know: $185.00

That's it. I went all day and had to eat d8 to not feel like crashing my car into this daycare center (kids were on a field trip, don't worry they weren't gonna be in harm's way, I hate kids but I am not THAT crazy) for a whopping 185.

I hate this world.

[variousfics]

Whirlwind(Bakugou x Trans! Reader)

Chapter 1

A/N: Chapter one of a hopefully long series! I know the quirk isn’t like. Unique but idc. Hope you enjoy anyway! I want to try a slow burn, but I’m not very good at those. 

Words: 2,093

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(Name) had been preparing for the practical exams for a long time now. Ever since he decided to attend U.A. really, which had been when he was eleven. Having seen the number one hero in action, All Might, it sparked his interest in becoming a hero. Not that it wasn't what he wanted to do, but it gave him the extra push to really try and do his best to get into U.A., not only the school All Might went to but also the most prestigious hero academy in Japan.

The writing exam was a piece of cake, memorizing stuff wasn’t all that hard. And maybe it helped that his dad stayed up late with him, quizzing him on anything that could possibly be on the test. He was sure he was going to pass that part, no doubt. Now came the hard part. The practical exam. (Name) had no idea what it could possibly be, but he knew it had to do with the use of your quirk. (Name) was confident in his quirk. It was great for long ranged attacks, and even defense. Unfortunately, using his quirk for a long time got him winded and lose his breath. And the damn thing compressing (Name)’s chest didn’t exactly help with that. Well, a small price to pay he supposed. He definitely didn’t need dysphoria eating at him along with the anxiety of what the exam could be.

Speaking of, (Name) snapped out of his thoughts, looking up at the big screen and at the Pro-Hero who was discussing what the exam was going to be. He tries to get the audience pumped, but to no avail. Though not that he could blame anyone, he was sure they were just as nervous as he was. With a small smile at another attempt to get everyone to shout, (Name) starts to pay attention. It was presented as a game as Preset Mic explained. Everyone was going to go through one of the made up cities and destroy these big mechanical machines, each one worth different points. He looked down at the pamphlet that was handed to him as he walked in, raising a brow as he spots four outlines of machines, as opposed to the three Present Mic was showing. (Name) was about to raise his hand to ask before someone beat him to it, turning back to look at him as he spoke. Wow, what an intense guy. (Name) tilted his head as he look farther back to see the green haired boy this glasses dude pointed out, smirking in amusement as he saw his face go red in embarrassment.

He spots the spiky blonde next to him, who did not look happy. Though, to be fair no one really look happy. But he looked angry. As (Name)’s turns back around he wonders if they could possibly be his classmates, wondering what their quirks could be. With a goodbye from the pro-hero Present Mic, everyone made their way outside to the buses that would take them to the testing site. Finding his bus he climbs in, noticing the spiky blonde sitting near the front, emitting an aura of ‘don’t sit with me’. Not wanting to get in a fight before the test, he sits a few seats behind him, leaning against the window as he think up of ways to destroy the machines. He just hoped he could get enough points before he couldn’t breathe anymore. 

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Now here he was, standing outside the huge doors that would soon open and the test would begin. He was both excited and incredibly nervous, heart hammering in his chest as he stood and looked up at the huge double doors with a number printed on it. As his anxiety rose up he felt the wind pick up around him, hair flying in the currents and small rocks and dust swirling around his feet. (Name) bit his lip, shutting his eyes closed and taking deep breaths in, hands curled into fists. After a few seconds the air flowing around him stops and he feels a bit calmer.

A loud buzz snaps (Name)’s out of his calm, and he’s being pushed in between people as everyone runs inside. With a huff he waits till everyone had passed him, crouching down then jumping up, using wind to propel him high and push him farther than the crowd, using the wind to safely fall and roll on the ground.

Looking to the left he spots a few mech’s on the street, noticing someone already running toward them. With a smirk (Name) starts running as well, using wind to propel him forward and glide over the ground. As he passes him (Name) throws his hand back, a gust of wind knocking the other off his feet. Once again jumping in the air, (Name) sticks out his tongue out as he concentrated the wind around his arm. It spun around his arm incredibly fast, becoming a visible spear. The mech looks up at (Name) as he falls toward it, arm outstretched forward. Before the mech can knock him out of the air the spair (air spear, duh) cuts into its face, effectively putting it out of commission. The force of the hit knocks it over, and now (Name) is falling with it. 

“Ohshitohshitohsi-” He repeats under his breath leaping up and off the mech as it hits the ground, barely managing to catch himself before he hits the ground too hard. Small scrapes littered his arms but he paid no mind, hearing the sounds of the other two mechs coming up behind him. (Name) turns around with a sinister grin, wind kicking up around him as he looked up at them. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, “This is going to be fun.” He says, and runs towards the mechs before him with a shout.

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Panting hard (Name) leans forward with his hands on his knees, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he tries to catch his breath. Fifty nine points. Not too bad. At least, if he were keeping track correctly. But it wasn’t enough, he needed more. There had to be more right? He was sure that there was more, in fact, he knew it. (Name) could see a few more in the street ahead of him, and though he was tempted to stop now, a competitive fire burned in his chest as he spotted someone barreling toward them. Taking a deep breath he leaps up, flying and destroying the mech they were about to destroy before they got the chance.

“Hey! That was mine!” An angry voice shouted, and he looked down at the spiky blonde haired dude from before. (Name) shrugged, sticking his tongue out at him. 

“You were too slow!” He says and move to hop onto the next one, hearing a ‘oh no you don’t’ before hearing an explosion go off and the blonde come barreling after him. With a large explosion the mech is destroyed, flaming as it falls to the ground. (Name) huffs and moves quickly to the last one, collecting a pulverizing air around his fist and watch with a wide snarky grin as the blonde also moves toward it, palm already bursting with tiny explosions. 

They both hit it at the same time, his explosion and (Name)’s air making a huge clash and absolutely destroying the head of the mech. The heat from the explosion blew back in (Name)’s face, causing him to shut his eyes and cover his face with his arms as the blast blew him back. Feeling like he was falling fast he open his eyes, looking to the side to see the ash blonde cursing as he tried to use his quirk again. (Name) could tell he overused his quirk, his arms were shaking and only small explosions came from his hands. Definitely not enough to break his fall.

(Name) was already out of breath as it was, but taking a deep breath he extends his arms out, creating a small current of air under the both of them and they both slowly descended to the ground. (Name) laughed as they reached the ground, standing up with a grin. “Well, that was fun. Didn’t think that was going to happen.” He says and turn to look at the boy next to him, only to be greeted with an angry glare and shaky arms.

“What the fuck?! Those were my kills and you know it ass wipe!” He shouts at (Name), grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him close to glower in his face.

(Name) raises his hands with a shrug, a small smug smile stretching out over his lips. “Sorry Porcupine! I totally didn’t see you there! And I’m sure you have plenty of points already. I take it all those burning mechs were your doing.” He says and grab onto his wrist, pulling the blondes hand off his shirt. “And don’t pull on my shirt. You’ll ruin it.” With a small glare he crosses his arms.

The blonde, now dubbed as ‘Porcupine’ by (Name), fumed. He could practically see the steam leave his ears. “Porcupine?! What kind of dumbass name is that?! And like hell you didn’t! I saw you look at me asshole!” He shouts loudly, hands coming up, still shaky, small explosions going off in his hands. 

With a shrug (Name) looked behind the now fuming blonde, spotting everyone start to leave. Most with a few scratches and stuff, but none seriously injured. “Sorry not sorry Porcupine. Anyway, looks like we should get going! Bye!” He says and uses the wind around him to lift himself a few inches off the ground, gliding across the ground pretty fast past the blonde and back out. He couldn’t see him, but he knew by the faint angry cursing that the blonde was definitely angry. With a chuckle (Name) drops back down on his feet, putting a hand to his chest and taking deep and slow breaths. The binder felt even more constricting as he tried to gain back all the air he lost. Climbing back into the bus (Name) plops down onto his seat, leaning back against it as he thinks about the practical exam. As nerve wracking it was, it was also incredibly fun. Being able to go all out like that. (Name) knew when the ash blonde entered, able to hear his grumbled curses. Closing his eyes he smiled, excited to get home and tell his dad all about today.

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“I’m home old man!” (Name) shouted as he entered his house, sliding off his shoes by the door before slipping on the house slippers.

“Who you calling old?! I’m barely greying!” His father shouts as he enters the living room from the kitchen, a pink frilly apron on with pink oven mitts.

Spitting out a laugh (Name) tries to hold it back, not wanting to laugh himself into passing out. “W-what?? Why are you..wearing that?” He asks, voice coming out wheezy.

Rolling his eyes his dad crosses his arms, “WELL, I was making cookies to celebrate you not dying at the practical exams but now you’re not getting any.” He says with a pout, turning his head away with a huff.

(Name) gasps, laughter immediately stopping. Knowing his father he was making his favorite, (f/c). (Name) clasps his hands together, bowing slightly with a pleading expression. “I’m incredibly sorry dad! Please forgive me! You look manly in the pink apron. Very manly.” He says and looks up, seeing an amused expression on his dads face.

“Don’t grovel (Name), it doesn’t suit you. But fine. Go change, I know you must be struggling right now. It’s been a while.” He says, shooing his son away, “Go change before you hurt yourself.”

Nodding gratefully (Name) hurries upstairs, quick to take off his sweat soaked shirt and change into sweatpants. Peeling off the sweaty binder he uses his discarded shirt to wipe up the sweat. Feeling the familiar feelings of dysphoria creep up on him, he pulls on a baggy sweater, not bothering to put on a shirt under. (Name) takes a deep breath, repeating ‘i’m fine’ over and over in his head until he’s calm. 

Walking back down his dad greets him with a plate of cookies and a quick side hug. “Now, tell me all about what happened right now. Hurry, hurry!” His dad rushed (Name) to sit on the couch, plate of cookies in (Name)’s lap as he tells him everything that happened.

[despisydraws]

Okay this is hard but I'll just take random things from every thinkable category that I often connect them to so this is probably off topic but here you go:

Enjolras: red flag, those rosette thingies, does a halo count?, vintage guns and letters, bullets, crowns (he wouldn't like this but pffft idc), swords, ancient ruins, laurel wreaths, tunics (the greek god aesthetic is goals)

Combeferre: Books (thicc ones), keys (don't ask me cause idk), coffee, moths and other insects, old buildings/old architecture in general, clocks, made up fantasy runes, telescopes, old globes and maps

Courfeyrac: little golden bells, the sun, pineapples, bows, pompons, corals, in general everything having to do with Christmas decorations AND summer on the beach, cookies and cookie dough, peaches, neon lights, yellow sneakers

Grantaire: bottles of wine, paintbrushes, half finished canvases, paint water, broken glass, bay and ivy leaves, hands smeared with paint, those wooden human figures/dolls for artists, grapevines, acoustic guitars

Jehan: feathers/quills, dried flowers and herbs, everything ending with -berry, swings (preferably on tree branches), chiffon skirts, crocs (I'm sorry, really), stockings, colored fairy lights, handmade ceramics, skulls, the treble clef, batik shirts

Joly: Clover, band aids, light bulbs, injections, straw hats (idk why but somehow this is in my head...), blankets, hot tea, scarfs, clouds, fuzzy socks, handkerchiefs, pills, fresh snow, lemon juice, hand sanitizer

Bossuet: Plasters, headbands/beanies, horseshoes (because of the luck aspect? Idk), buttons, balloons, nuts? like walnuts and hazelnuts and that? Stuff roasted above a campfire, adding another level of randomness to him: Minecraft blocks. They radiate his vibes and you can fight me on that. Oh and dinosaur stickers!!

Feuilly: Fans, knitting needles, wristbands, anything self-made, crafting objects like screw-wrenches, hammers n all that stuff, compasses, locks, cardboard boxes, those little animals you build in fall with chestnuts and toothpicks, freshly printed newspapers, chalk

Bahorel: Fingerless gloves, punching bags, bandages, weights, barrels, on-ear headphones, leather belts, torches, coal, open fires (those really huge kinds of fires you dance around with your friends and keep throwing old stuff into the flames to leave everything behind), manbuns

Additionally:

Cosette: Dolls, silk, stitchery, songbirds, wildflowers, red and white plaid picnic blankets, plushies, mirrors, pearl earrings, pink laces and ribbons, four-poster beds, wells that have been empty for so long that they are full of twines and flowers, clear mountain rivers, glass animals, small painted porcelain plates

Eponine: fog, cobble streets, trenchcoats, dark clouds, the moon, dust, bruises, pennies, anything made of copper, worn down wallpapers, abandoned buildings, chains, high waisted vintage pants, leather jackets

Montparnasse: a glass of wine (is it really wine tho...?), knives, jewelry, diamonds, a deck of cards, pistols, lipstick, dark makeup, fancy suits, scotch, red satin, black nailpolish, cigarettes, smoke, bloodstains, bitemarks, motorbikes

Honestly there's nothing to say about Marius Im leaving him out

I want to do something and I need ya'll's help

What symbol/s do you associate with the Amis?