#something something cloth mother... attachment styles...

[thefastestclockintheuniverse]

God this scene - like many instances in Homestuck - elicits such pathos and at the same time is played for laughs. Which especially works here, because Dirk plays into Dave's "so fucked up" almost to give him an out for something which is both so deeply instinctive and sincere.

And it's heartbreaking that Dave feels the need to apologise as though Dirk is going to push him away or tell him off despite the fact they've just had a huge conversation about why Dirk is not Bro and vice versa. Because as much as he's protested that he doesn't miss his Bro of course he does and this hug also symbolises that hugely confusing attachment he still has to the guy who presided over his childhood and all its trauma.

[maliciouscottonball]

You Found Him

Platonic Yandere! John “Soap” McTavish x GN! Reader

Wordcount: 2220

AN: I’ve been thinking about this for a while. Soap is a little much a lot of the time and I wanted to write something that reflected that. It’s a bit shorter than usual but the big guy is more of a short and sweet type and I’m working on more stuff so I’m chilling with it. Happy Mother’s Day to all of the moms and mom adjacent individuals out there! Y’all are real ones. Another major thank you to @foolphenomenon for beta reading for me!!!

TW: Yandere behaviors, this man is nuts frfr, delusional behaviors, a very unhealthy attachment style, kidnapping, drugging with side effects, “I’ll find you” family dynamic

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Johnny was the type to cling onto any type of affection that he could get. He wasn't used to being able to have anyone to be affectionate with and he has a tendency to act like a stray dog, following anyone who treated him with an ounce of kindness. It was why he got attached to Simon so easily. It was why he obeyed every order that came out of John's mouth. It was why he never missed a hang out with Gaz on the rare occasion that they both were on leave. 

He knew that he didn't have anything on Ghost's childhood but his wasn't exactly pleasant. He has plenty of brothers and sisters that he was pitted up against and starved of both food and attention in favor of. He had to fight for every scrap he got and only bulked up once he joined the military. It was easier than he was used to and he thrived. He still had a bit of an attitude problem and an authority problem but he liked his job and did his best to do well.

He was used to being treated almost like a piece of meat when he was off duty. He knew that he was a pretty boy and he got plenty of attention at bars and clubs thanks to it. It felt transactional and hollow to him in the end. He didn't like how there wasn't truly any affection to any of the contact. He wanted something more. He wanted the relationship that he craved from his siblings growing up. He already had the approval that he wanted from the captain, the one that replaced the approval from his parents that he was desperate for. He had his friends and every other part of his life was fulfilling except for at home. He wanted something pure and good and innocent and he would kill to get it.

He went looking for someone that would be a good little sibling. He wanted to be treated with the admiration that he felt an older brother should get. He wanted to teach someone new skills and have them love him more than anyone else. He was excited to be able to have someone to care for and come home to when he was on leave. He was desperate to have someone that loved him as much as he loves them.

He looked everywhere that he thought the perfect little sibling would be, regardless of whether he was on or off of duty. He visited book stores, libraries, craft stores, cafes, and restaurants. He searched through video game stores, comic book shops, sporting goods stores, and anywhere else that he could think of. He was getting impatient. He couldn't find anyone that he thought would be good enough. Not until he ordered some new clothes online and came face to face with you.

He had a tiny cottage off base where he had all of his packages delivered. It served as an excellent place to crash on leave and as an even better place to relax with the team. It was a typical bachelor pad, minus most of the mess, and it was where he called home. He could afford it and it was nice to be able to have somewhere to call his own. He was playing a game on his couch when he heard a knock at the door. He lazily got up and opened the door, looking down at you with a startled expression.

“John McTavish?” You chirped.

He couldn't believe it. You were right there. You were so young and adorable. He wanted to scoop you up right there.

“That's me.” He said, looking down at you with starry eyes.

You were perfect. He was so happy that you were finally here with him. He didn't know how you found him but he was so excited to have you. He didn't have a room set up for you but he was happy to give up his room and sleep on the couch until he figured out how to turn his weapons room into a bedroom for you. He already adored you.

“Sign here please.” You said with a smile.

He blinked as you held out a clipboard. Oh. He didn't notice the box that you were holding. He paused for a moment. He carefully signed his signature and delicately took the box from you. His hands briefly brushed yours and he couldn’t help but smile a bit wider. It was the first time that he had ever touched his new little sibling. It was a magical moment for him and he knew that he had to record it so that you two could look back on it.

He then realized something a bit important. You hadn’t been seeking him out to meet your new big brother and were instead just doing your job. That was okay. It was actually better than okay! It meant that your meeting was fate. It was destiny that you both would meet and become family. He looked surprised as you thanked him and took your clipboard back. Where were you going? You hummed as you walked back down to your van.

You happily sat in your van and checked the address for your next delivery. You brushed off the excitement of the man and just went about the rest of your day. You were used to people being a bit too eager for their packages. It wasn't anything new for you. It was rare that someone wasn't excited to get their purchases. He just watched as you drove off and felt a bit empty again when he was alone.

Johnny hurried inside to get a pen and his journal. He didn’t even sit down before he started to sketch you. He didn’t stop until it looked exactly like him. He smiled at the picture and then started obsessively writing every single detail that he could remember. He wrote about how your uniform was a little too big for you and how cute it was. He wrote about the sparkle in your eyes as you looked up at him, as if you knew that he was supposed to be your big brother. He sighed happily as he wrote about your sweet little smile and how well you did your job.

He felt pleased with his entry to his journal. He looked it over and grinned. He’d have to do some research on you, his new baby sibling.

It was definitely wrong to use the computers at work to learn everything about you but he figured that it would be alright. He was your new brother, after all. He had to make up for lost time. He needed to know how to be a brother that you would want. He showed Simon the picture that he drew of you, earning a nod from him. That was enough to keep him going. Johnny knew that Simon was an awful lot like him, even if Simon didn’t like to show it. It was why they got along so well. 

By the end of the week, he knew everything. He was good with technology, being a demolitions expert. It was his job to be good at it. He learned about everything you liked and disliked, where your favorite places to go were and where you hated, and every other possible thing about you. He started getting cute clothes and shoes for you, beaming at you when you delivered them for him. He knew that you didn’t know what was in the packages but he was sure that you would love everything he bought for you.

At night, Johnny would just think about all of the fun things you both would do together. He wanted to have movie nights where you’d both gorge yourselves on junk food and cry laughing at inside jokes. He wanted to go on road trips and chat about anything and everything. He wanted to buy you anything you wanted and see you smile at him. He wanted to see you looking up at him in awe when he tells you about the cool things that he’s done on missions.  He wanted to see your eyes light up when he rigs up an explosion that you can both watch safely. He’s sure that you love explosions too. You’re his sibling so he’s sure that it’s in both of your natures.

He knows that he can be more than a little excitable and aggressive. It’s how he’s always been and he did his research on your personality so he knows that you both are going to get along like a house on fire. That's why he gets so confused when you wake up in his cottage and start struggling against your restraints. He didn’t think that you’d actually get scared. He figured you’d both get a laugh out of it and then you’d eat the lunch that he made for you.

“Hey, hey, calm down jus’ a wee bit, kiddo. I need ye ta relax. You know me! It’s just Johnny!” He coos at you.

You continue to struggle in the ropes binding your hands and feet. He had tucked you into your new bed after drugging you in your apartment and bringing you home. If it weren’t for the duct tape over your mouth, you would’ve looked like the perfect little angel while you were sleeping. He frowned. Maybe tying you up wasn’t as funny of a prank as he thought it would be. He hummed and patted your head while you squirmed, then carefully took the duct tape off of your mouth. 

“There we are! Look at ya! Cutest lil’ thing on the planet. C’mon, let’s get those nasty ropes off o’ ya. I’ll admit it’s nae my best joke but I made some sandwiches for us. Got some crisps too for while we’re watching our show together.” He said cheerfully, quickly undoing the ties of your restraints and tossing you over his shoulder like a weightless sack of potatoes.

The world was spinning and you were trying your best not to throw up. You could barely understand what he was saying and everything was blurry. You weakly grabbed onto the back of his shirt for stability, which he took as a sign that you were warming up to him already even though you were out of it.

“My cooking isn’t that bad bu’ I think I’ll order us somethin’ fur dinner. It’s a very special occasion, after all! I finally get to live with my favorite lil sweetie!” He said happily.

His words were loud and made you wince. You had a splitting headache and he was too excited about having you over that he didn’t notice. He happily plopped you onto the couch, hurrying towards the kitchen and grabbing two plates and a family sized bag of chips. He sat down next to you, tucking you next to him and snuggling you up to him. He put your plate on your lap. The sandwich on it was massive and you wouldn't normally be able to finish it, let alone when you have such an upset stomach. He wrapped an affectionate arm around you as he turned on the TV to one of the cartoons that he liked as a kid.

“This is great, right? Your first day with your big brother and we're already having a grand time. I love you, kiddo. I really do.” He murmured before opening the large bag of chips and placing it between the both of you on both of your laps.

You were so out of it that you just watched the show on the screen. You barely noticed the man next to you scarfing down his own equally large sandwich and then eating plenty of the chips. He looked down at you occasionally, smiling as he watched you. He figured that you were just sleepy and easily entertained. He seemed overjoyed to be sitting on the couch next to the drugged up delivery person.

“No’ hungry, are ye? That's okay. Ye can eat whene’er ye want. I don't mind.” He said in a genuine tone. It was clear that he wanted you to feel comfortable. 

It made him happy that you were just sitting there with him. He gently petted the top of your head, clearly doing his best to be gentle with you. He enjoyed being able to hold you like this. It made him feel like this was real. He liked feeling like he had a new little sibling to look after. He reached over and grabbed a blanket, lifting up your plate and carefully putting it over you. He put your plate down on your lap and settled back in, all but hugging you as he goes back to watching the show.

When you inevitably pass out from the drug in your system hitting you hard for a second time, he sighs happily and just keeps snuggling you. He was so happy that you were finally home with him. He figured that you were just a bit tired and needed your beauty sleep. He was perfectly fine with that. He was going to make sure that you got everything that you wanted or needed, including a doting older brother.

[princesssarahblog]

jj with his mean girl - headcanons

jj maybank x mean girl!reader

jj falls in love with you despite your character and personality and only wants to get closer to you

warnin: reader is not pouge and kook, rudeness on the part of reader, canon!rafe, more troubles that jj and his friends get into

author notes: I always wanted to write this, I thought about it for a long time 😈 enjoy reading! 😇

— jj who always looks at you in class

his eyes are always looking for you, he stares at you and of course kie and pope notice and look at him like he's an idiot. jj is always watching your movements while you listen to the lesson without suspecting anything

— jj who flirts with you and gives different nicknames

flirting. any communication you have with him always contains flirting with you. he is always polite with you, but likes to make fun of you by making harmless jokes

jj always notices a new detail on you or something else and will always compliment you

his favorite nickname for you is "princess" because you are always so majestic and independent, although secretly vulnerable

— jj who is always devoted to you and has completely forgotten about other girls

blond boy has already forgotten about all his past affairs and always refuses girls who confess their love to him.

he even refused kie, the girl he loved since childhood. kie always looks at you both with jealousy and wants to be in your place.

— jj who constantly arranges surprise visits for you

somehow, he found out your address and now he constantly comes to you at night, sneaking through your window. he may come to your house before you, and you will find him lying on your soft bed, looking out the window.

In fact, he also found a new home and shelter for himself.

— jj who enjoys your anger and attempts to catch him

"you" - you say coldly when you see the blond boy on your bed again

"of course me, baby. did you want to see someone else?" - jj says with his signature smirk, preparing for another chase after him.

"come here! I'll catch you!"

and another chase for the blond begins, it brings him only pleasure. there were times when you almost fell, but he is always right there and catches you with ease.

— jj who finds it interesting that you are neither a pogue not a kook, which makes him admire you even more

it so happened that you and your family are not very poor or rich. the golden mean. you live only with your mother in a two-story house and you are both happy with everything.

— jj who really loves all your outfits and your style

guy likes that you wear something more average. not pink clothes that hurt the eyes, but something with calm shades. something light and emphasizes your personality, modest but also tasteful.

— jj who brings his pogue friends to your house because he and his friends are in danger

they are all being chased by the police and rafe at the same time. jj is ready for your screams, but he has no other shelter besides you

"why the hell did you bring them to me?! my mom will kill me, you know that!?" - you grabbed jj's throat and shook him to make him come to his senses and explain himself (he likes it)

"hush, hush, princess. I have no one else except you" - jj calms you down and easily removes your hands from his neck (he didn't want to do this)

— jj who idolizes you and falls in love even more when you saved him from rafe

rafe eventually finds the place where pogues are hiding and he rushes at jj, starting to fight with him and then strangle him. jj thought that this was the end.

until rafe falls from a blow to the head.

"stupid bitch" - you say coldly, putting the iron plate back in place and kicking rafe to check if he is out

jj looked at you in amazement and just wanted to pounce on you with hugs

— jj who enjoys you healing his wounds

"you're an idiot, you know that?" you say indifferently, trying to hide your concern for jj. no matter how angry you are at him, you've... grown attached to him.

"always your idiot, princess"

— jj who initially thought you were a typical mean girl

until he got to know you better and became attached. he saw that you both are actually very similar to each other. you try to act differently to hide your true self.

this is the first reason why he fell in love with you

[cultven]

hii, could you write something similar to the dennis bf hcs but for charlie? and reader is like childhood friends with him and mac? ty!!

Dating Charlie Kelly Headcannons

Word Count: 1.7k

a/n: sorry if this seems rushed! that’s because it is lol. look out for some actual oneshots soon- i have a bunch of 80% finished ones rotting in my folder.

- Lucky for you Charlie is probably the sweetest significant other you could have chosen from the gang.

-Sure, he’s a little stalkerish at times and maybe a tad bit gross, but we all have our flaws!

- You’ve known Charlie Kelly since you were kids, along with your other friend Mac. The three of you were practically inseparable growing up, always terrorizing the other kids on your block, much to your mother’s dismay.

- In high school, you tried to stay away from Mac and Charlie’s “Freight Train” group, always somewhat scared of Psycho Pete. But this didn’t deter the both of them from finding ways to spend time with you away from Pete. Charlie especially would make an effort to eat lunch with you most days.

- Your trio was far from popular or even generally liked in school, something that you found carried slightly into your adult lives. Once a loser always a loser you guess.

- But that didn’t matter! Because you wouldn’t trade your and Charlie’s friendship for the world… Unless that meant exchanging it for romance instead.

- You didn’t see Charlie in a romantic light until Patty’s Pub where he served as the co-ower/janitor and you were their dedicated bartender alongside Dee. Mac and Charlie practically begged Dennis to offer you the position, which he finally agreed to as long as they would “shut their damn mouths”.

- After high school, Charlie undoubtedly got more attractive. He stopped haphazardly shaving his scruff so instead of a patchy mess on his face there was now a suitable beard growing. He grew into his face, looking more mature. You dare say his clothing style even got better, but you admit it was not very difficult to surpass his high school style.

- But it wasn’t only the physical changes you grew attached to, you also greatly admired Charlie’s dedication to the bar, especially when compared to his fellow owners who didn’t do a damn thing to maintain the place.

- It always pulled at your heartstrings when they would yell at Charlie to do the gross tasks, which they later renamed “Charlie Work”.

- But in all honesty, Charlie never seemed to mind too much. The guys got on his nerves sometimes, but it appeared he enjoyed the art of bashing rats to a pulp… Strangely endearing? His passion for the job that is. Not sure about the rats.

- You will never forget the day he confessed to you. At that point, you had been crushing on him for what felt like a lifetime.

- It was your average day, casual day drinkers sprinkled around the bar while you diligently work to clean the scum off the tables that never seem to be clean.

- Then out of nowhere, a marching band bursts through the door, assaulting your eardrums with over-the-top loud music.

- “Jesus Christ!” You duck behind the counter horrid at first, not knowing what is going on. That was until you popped your head above the counter at Charlie’s voice over a megaphone.

- At the sight of you, even in your disheveled state, Charlie wore a huge grin. He yelled something in your direction but it was impossible to make out what he was saying.

- “WHAT?!”

- “I SAID WOULD YOU GO ON A DATE WITH ME?”

- “HUH?!”

- “DATE WITH ME-”

- “CHARLIE TELL THE BAND TO STOP GOD DAMN IT.”

- And the rest is history.

- Charlie is an attentive boyfriend, and I don’t use that word lightly.

- Text him if you need something? Conveniently he’s already outside your window ready to help!

- What? He totally wasn’t stalking you! Just in the area.

- Sometimes when you catch him in the act you’ll pretend you don’t see him. Say you’re walking down the street and you turn around just to see Charlie pathetically attempting to hide behind a lamp pole. You’ll just shrug and turn back around, delighting in the fact you heard him heavily sigh then continue behind your footsteps.

- Would it be creepy if you hadn’t known him since you were kids? Yes. Absolutely. But he was your Charlie and enjoyed playing the superhero in your story. You understood he just wanted to keep you safe!

- Other times when you catch him following you you’ll just turn and stare in his direction. It usually takes a full minute before he comes out of hiding and apologizes.

- “Charlie, you do realize you can just walk with me, right hon?”

- “Yeah… but it’s cooler this way. Y’know, I’m kinda like the nightman. Hiding in the shadows, fighting people. It’s badass!”

- In response you just giggle and shake your head, intertwining your hands together and continuing down the street as two.

- Your relationship was known to The Gang; Dennis found it as another tool to use in his schemes, Dee couldn’t give less of a shit, and Frank got annoyed whenever you stole Charlie away from him, but approved of the relationship no less. You were all friends after all, even before your relationship had begun. There was only one person who was bothered by it at first; Mac.

- Since the three of you grew up together and have a long history of closeness, Mac was originally scared of what this would mean for your trio. He thought this was the end of your hangouts. No more late drinking conversations with Charlie, or gossip sessions with you. Worst of all, he thought you guys would never throw rocks at trains together ever again. It was a piece of childhood you all cherished and in his mind, it was all done for.

- You remember the first time you guys broke the news to Mac; “Oh no! No no no!”

- “Mac what-”

- It took all day to convince him that nothing would change and he was being irrational.

- In a span of 24 hours, Mac went from; “Now that you guys are banging you’re gonna abandon me!” to, “I can’t believe my two best friends love each other! That is so awesome dude!

- After his reaction, you made a point to always include Mac when you could in some way. You loved him just as much as Charlie! Just in a brotherly way naturally.

- Charlie frequently finds himself sleeping at your apartment. Whether it be to watch a movie, bang, or whatever, you enjoyed having him around. The question of Charlie moving in with you has come up in conversation a handful of times, but you can tell he’s hesitant to leave Frank for good. Because of this, you’ve compromised by buying him a few toiletries and clothes he can keep at your apartment so he can easily pick where he wants to sleep that night.

- You’ve definitely earned some brownie points with Frank for that idea.

- But when Charlie does sleepover he gets what you like to call the “princess treatment”.

- In reality, it’s you grooming Charlie since he has a bad habit of not showering often, but the special title sugarcoats that fact.

- When he stays you always end up guiding Charlie into your shower, washing all of the sewer grime and gunk off his hair and body. You usually don’t mind the sewer smell on Charlie, but you would rather not have your bed smell like it as well. While you’re doing this, you also take the chance to wash and dry his clothes, something you know he doesn’t do often.

- You think Charlie doesn’t catch onto this whole “princess treatment” thing, but he does. He’s really not as stupid as people sometimes think he is. But in all honesty, he doesn’t care, because really it’s just an excuse to get you to shower with him, and who wouldn’t want that?

- “Charlie, do you want lavender soap or this new vanilla one I just bought?”

- “Hmm, uh both sound good. Maybe you should hop in with me and each try one and compare???”

- He is not slick.

- Your date nights can range from either a nice night at Guigino’s (that he begs Frank to pay for) or a grimy yet romantic night in the sewers. Either way, you can be assured Charlie is dressing his best in his iconic short-sleeved button-up, clip-on tie, and beige khakis. Even though he has worn that specific outfit countless times, you never hesitate to compliment him.

- “Charlie, looking handsome as ever. Hey, is that a new outfit?” You wink.

- “Aww, no.” You deadpan. “But hey, you look damn good!”

- Now for a speed round of random facts:

- You feel almost as educated on “bird law” as Charlie is with how much he infodumps about it on dates.

- He has written multiple songs for you, which is just sincerely endearing.

- His mom adores you! Always has since you were kids.

- You spent the night once at his apartment with Frank there. Let’s just say, never again.

- He’s made milk steak for you once. You were thoroughly confused.

- Tries to convince you to huff glue on multiple occasions, but you politely decline stating that you wouldn’t want to “steal his resources”, something he considered sweet even if it was just an escape for you.

- You read signs and other various things for him on a daily basis. You’ve gotten so into the habit that you’ve started doing it to the other gang members and then get ridiculed for.

- You ate cat food once after much convincing. Horrifyingly, it wasn’t that bad.

- Charlie will occasionally surprise you with flowers at work! It’s a sweet gesture you appreciate. Because of this, you will never let him know that you know he finds them in the dumpster down the street at the flower shop.

- You play Night Crawlers. More often than you’d probably like to admit. What can you say? It makes him happy. You refuse to play with Frank anymore however, he gets way too into it.

- Dennis once tried to sleep with you, being the sleaze he is. Lots of glue was huffed that night paired with sweet revenge.

- Dee and you are lowkey besties, but that doesn’t stop her from picking on you occasionally. She has to keep up her reputation after all. (Totally irrelevant to you and Charlie, I just love her and she deserves a buddy like Dennis/Mac and Char/Frank)

And there you go! I’m out of steam and tried to bang this out before my next class. Hope you enjoyed it!

[backtothefuturefan88]

A new redesign of Ahsoka Tano!

This one is kind of a, “what if Ahsoka went back to her home world after leaving the Order”; but in actuality, I just wanted to draw her in a cultural outfit based on what the Togruta wear in her origin episode in the, “Tales of the Jedi”, series.

Her headdress is heavily inspired by the headdresses Padme wears in the Prequels, and Clone Wars; only this one is made out of wood, and the stones attached to it were fashioned by Ahsoka and set on it in the style of a Reek.

Her Akul teeth now hang loosely in front of her face since she is not in a war zone anymore.

Her clothes are a mix of what her parents had worn in the episode.

Her red robes has a high, open collar, the bottom of the robes has an open area from the waist down with a cloth hanging down the center (which is also connected to the robes).

Her brown pants has the same pattern on them like her father’s (from “Tales Of The Jedi”) as well as the same style of shoes; she also has leg wrappings like her mother’s (from “Tales Of The Jedi”).

Her belt is heavily inspired from the character, Gantika, (from Tales Of The Jedi).

Her brown sleeves with wrappings was heavily inspired by her mother’s design.

She’s has fingerless gloves with little armor pieces on each finger.

Overall, I wanted to draw Ahsoka in something that looked like something from her native culture. And I wanted to make a presentation that looked a little professional.

What do you think?

MY FIRST AHSOKA REDESIGN 👇

[vexic929]

Earth-2 Etude

Chapter 6

Warnings: none

Chapter 1: link

Previous chapter: link

The Central City University courtyard shimmered with late morning light, filtered gold through the lattice of tangled ivy and oxidized bronze. It was cooler here than in the city core, breezes sweeping low across the water fountain at the center, dragging fallen petals across the tiled walkways. Hartley stood just beyond the fountain, one hand tucked in the pocket of his slate-colored overcoat, the other balancing a small cloth bag that rattled softly with its contents. Seated across the way, nose buried in a book, was Jerrie.

He didn't call out right away. Just watched.

She'd cut her hair shorter since last time - just past the jaw now, tucked behind one ear, in a style their mother would have hated. Still red as ever, though, defiantly bright against the muted slate of her shirt. The AAC device glinted on her wrist, scuffed from use but fiercely maintained. She tapped one pen against her knee in a steady rhythm - five beats, pause, five again. Focused. Content.

Hartley cleared his throat. "Seems like you're working too hard, Jerr."

Jerrie started, her head jerking up. A split second passed - then she launched herself across the courtyard.

She didn't run so much as propel, a blur of cherry-red hair and heeled loafers, all loose limbs and kinetic joy. Her canvas bag hit the ground behind her, sketchbooks tumbling like leaves. Hartley had just enough time to open his arms before she collided into him with all the force of someone who had been holding back excitement for far too long.

She flapped happily, hopping in place on her heels, then typed frantically on the well-worn screen of her AAC device attached to her wrist.

'Hartley! Surprise!! Did not say you were coming!!!'

"I know," he said, smoothing his coat as he made his way to the bench where she'd been sitting. "I wanted to see you. It's been a while."

Jerrie made a soft noise through her nose and rolled her eyes with theatrical flair as she followed.

'Dumbass. Love you. Still dumbass. Rude not telling me.'

Hartley grinned. "When did you program in swear words?"

Jerrie's answering smirk was pure Rathaway - mischievous and a little mean. She jabbed her finger at the screen again.

'After Dad birthday. Fitting, right?'

Hartley's lips twitched up. "Don't let Mom hear you."

Another exaggerated eye roll. She stooped to gather her sketchbooks, clutching them to her chest like armor as she dropped cross-legged onto the bench and motioned for him to sit.

He set the cloth bag between them and unwrapped it carefully: a still-warm almond croissant from her favorite bakery and three sets of mechanical pencil leads she'd mentioned offhandedly months ago. Jerrie's mouth fell open and her hands flapped wildly for a second before she all but hugged the supplies.

'You remembered!! But you brought pastry. Something wrong.'

Hartley blinked. "What?"

She turned to face him, head tilted, expression steady.

'You only bring pastry when sad.'

He looked down at his hands. His fingers were thinner than they should've been, his cuticles torn. The powdery residue from the lab still ghosted across his skin in pale gray smudges.

"I just wanted to see you."

Jerrie didn't budge. Her screen blinked.

'Liar.'

Hartley exhaled through his nose and let his gaze drift to the ivy winding along the courtyard's wrought-iron trellis.

"I went to see him."

Jerrie's hands stilled.

He didn't have to specify who.

'Why? Dad mean to you.'

Hartley leaned forward, elbows on knees, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "There's something wrong with my hearing. After the...quake. I can hear things I shouldn't. Frequencies beyond range. Machines, wires, people two buildings over - too much all at once. It doesn't stop."

Jerrie's screen blinked as she typed, fingers quick.

'AAC buzzed different after. Thought it was update. Was not.'

Hartley looked at her, surprised.

"Wait - you noticed something too?"

She shrugged one shoulder.

'Felt weird. Not hurt. Just more.'

He considered that. "Maybe we're both too good at pretending nothing's happening."

'Pretending is family skill.'

That made him bark a quiet laugh, bitter and too honest. "You're not wrong."

She hesitated. Then:

'What did he say?'

Hartley didn't answer right away. The memory sat like lead under his sternum. He stared at the fountain, at the way the water refracted the light and said, carefully:

"He agreed to help. With conditions."

Jerrie narrowed her eyes.

'What conditions?'

A beat.

"He said I couldn't talk to you anymore."

Jerrie froze.

Then, slower than before, she typed:

'Stupid. My brother, not his.'

"I know."

Another long pause. 'Won't see you?'

Stab. Twist. Hartley couldn't help but reach for her. Anything to erase that stricken look on her face. 

"No, I would never- you don't need to worry about that. I didn't take it. I'll find another way." He wasn't sure he could tell her he'd found another way already - not that he didn't trust her, he just wasn't sure the walls at CCU didn't have ears of their own.

A long silence. Then, she reached for his hand, fingers curling around his wrist with a gentleness that undid him completely. He hadn't realized until that moment how badly he'd needed to be touched without condition.

Her screen blinked once more.

'You scared?'

He offered her a mangled smile. "You know me." 

It wasn't an answer, but it was all he could offer.

'Dumbass.'

A laugh strangled in his throat. "Maybe. You love me anyway."

'Forever.'

A simple word. A powerful one.

They parted. He didn't look back.

But he could hear Jerrie's pen tapping five beats, pause, five again.

He didn't feel quite so broken.

[ilsolefiesta]

random astro notes (again)

- Venus + Uranus + references to the 1st / 5th house = people who tend to change their appearance so often. my cousin has Uranus on the Ascendant and the 5th house Venus. she is great at makeup and knows how to change her face with it. she also loves color contacts so much... my Uranus, having a trine with Venus, is in the 5th house. both of us are the only ones in our family (and we have a REALLY big family) who change their hairstyle almost every month. bonus: if you're in a fandom and have these placements, have you ever considered making/made a cosplay of some character? (we both did)

- I believe that the main trio responsible for friendship and mutual understanding is MMM: Mercury (communication), Moon (emotions), and Mars (how we express emotions). other planets may add something, but from my perspective, these are essential. there are two people with whom I feel almost 100% comfortable when it comes to communication - my best friend and my cousin (not those from the previous paragraph, haha).

my MMM placements accordingly: Libra - Taurus - Virgo. 

my best friend's: Sagittarius - Pisces - Aquarius. 

my cousin's: Libra - Cancer - Virgo. 

it's fun because me and my friend perfectly understand reasoning behind each other's emotions, but sometimes misunderstand each other's reaction on these emotions and take each other's words personally (my cynical and sarcastic Virgo and her expressive and unstable Aquarius Mars). as for my cousin, for 22 years we haven't had any significant arguments. sometimes he even calls me his twin, who was born in a different family at a different time. - I'm greatly admired by the 2nd house Saturn's ability to save money. please, teach me. however, I'm so sad to see this placement negatively aspected by Chiron, as it can lead to a fear of spending money on oneself and a feeling that one doesn't deserve it. here I want to teach you. saving is really cool. but please remember that the value of money lies in its usefulness, not just in its existence ♥ - Cancer Sun with a harmonious Moon/just Cancer Moon creates such "mama's boys". I don't mean this in a negative way, they are simply very attached to their mothers. sometimes it's even cute to see how loving they are.

- Mercury in the 5th house has a strong potential to become a teacher. especially, if the 5th house is in Cancer. ESPECIALLY, if Saturn is also here. - Aries Mars in the 1st house can be challenging for women in terms of style. people can often tell them to "act more like a woman", but it can be difficult for them to incorporate a more stereotypically feminine style into their clothing, even if they wish to do so. this can lead to a feeling of "trying too hard to look cute" to the point where it may seem unnatural. their type of femininity is a next level - confident, decisive and notable. I know how strong can be their love to ruffles, pastel colors, floral prints etc. but finally they usually move more to "office sirene" style/sport chic. Thanks for reading! Picture credits: Pinterest

[to-be-spared]

i wrote about fadel having a fever and style taking care of him because today's episode broke me happy holidays

also on AO3 if you prefer it

“You have a fever,” Bison says, matter of fact, bracelets clinking in Fadel’s aching brain as Bison shakes the thermometer to bring it back to cooler temperatures.

The edge of glee in Bison’s voice makes Fadel attempt a frown in his direction, but he’s not sure he manages it as he tries to protest: “It’s just a cold.”

Fadel imagines the sceptical expression on Bison’s face as he can’t quite keep his eyes open to see it.

“Stay here. Rest,” Bison says, no, orders, tone uncharacteristically unmovable, something Fadel secretly envies: Bison’s aloof, reckless carelessness that allows him to be terrifying when he feels like it.

But Fadel is the eldest and he knows Bison is scared of spiders. “You’ll burn down the restaurant.”

“I’ll turn on a water tap,” Bison says, dry.

Fadel hears him step away, and if he could move he knows he would do something as humiliating as reaching out. Asking him to stay.

He thinks he should tell Bison that clothes stay the fuck on in the kitchen, but he’s busy gritting his teeth against his own hypocrisy, against the unpleasant warmth climbing up his throat. And then it’s too late, and his bedroom door closes painfully behind his eyes.

*

Bison has always enjoyed getting mildly sick, seeing it as an incontrovertible chance to rest and demand his favourite soup of Fadel and lay in bed with his restored Game-boy Color.

Fadel has never seen the appeal.

When he was nine, it had taken Mother’s assistant three days to realise he hadn’t gotten out of bed because he was shaking too much, because every time he looked around his room his vision became grey and fuzzy, because his whole body ached, worse than what he was used to with their training.

It’s laughable, but if Fadel isn’t bone-deep exhausted when he gets to bed, he’ll spend a few hours wide awake and terrified that, if he falls asleep, he won’t wake up again.

*

Fadel wakes up gasping, heart trying to beat its way out of his mouth, but there is a cool hand on his arm before panic can wrap itself tight around his chest.

“Sorry, sorry, I tried not to wake you – shit.”

Fadel blinks, fighting against the pressure in his forehead and the low light coming from a phone’s screen. “Style?” The name is a confused amalgamate of heavy sounds on his lips.

“Yeah, who else,” Style says, forgetting for a moment to keep his voice low. Fadel winces. “Your degenerate brother’s mouth was attached to Kant’s before the words Fadel and fever were even out of it.”

Style sits on the bed, uncharacteristically gentle with the world around him as he lays down next to Fadel, cool hands moving on Fadel’s forehead, Fadel’s neck.

“But,” Style continues, and Fadel knows he’s biting his tongue, lips parted as he ponders, “he did tell me to come here, so. I guess I’ll let him live.”

Fadel lets the words wash over him – he knows he has no hope of holding onto any of them, so he lets them be relief for a moment, along with Style’s cool hands. He lets out a sigh.

Style is quiet, and things being amiss have always drawn Fadel’s sharp attention, so he opens his eyes in spite of himself. Style’s face is barely bathed in his phone’s cold light, brows drawn as he searches Fadel’s expression.

“Hi,” Style whispers.

Fadel’s tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth. Some kind of fever. “You planning on killing Bison?”

Style frowns. “He shouldn’t have just left.”

There’s something for Fadel to solve about Style’s quick response, but it escapes him before he can get to it.

“Just sleep,” Style murmurs, soothing. His hand moves in Fadel’s hair slowly, like a silent lullaby that sends shivers down Fadel’s back. “Actually, no.” Style stretches over the side of the bed and the sound of rustling plastic fills the room. “I got you some medicine. Let’s give you that and some water and then you can sleep.”

Fadel moans a protest, squeezing his eyes shut as soon as the sound is out of his throat and past his lips, embarrassment warming his neck and face more than his fever has. Fucking hell. You’re not a fucking child.

A quiet chuckle escapes Style’s lungs in a gush of air. “Yeah, I know. But you’ll feel better.”

Fadel wants to nod, say yes and keep it at that, but he’s not a child except for all the ways in which he’s scared. “I hate being sick.”

Style pauses in his one-handed retrieving of the medicine from the plastic bag. The tips of his fingers find Fadel’s ear, the top of his cheekbone. “Being sick sucks,” he agrees.

“Don’t patronize me,” Fadel spits out, and he’s not sure that’s a more mature response but he can’t miss him already and he knows which regrets he can live with.

“I’m not,” Style responds, calmly, the outrage that usually accompanies his defensiveness absent. “I hate being sick, too.” And then he adds, even lower: “My mum hated being sick, too.” He clears his throat. “Nothing wrong with it. Being sick does suck.”

Fadel’s shame hesitates, shifting focus. “Sorry.”

“Shut up.” Style’s fingers keep moving on his cheek, in his hair. “It’s weird when you apologize. Just take your medicine.”

Fadel digs his elbows in the mattress, muscles aching as he pushes his back against the pillow – Style’s arm behind him, draped around his waist just in case.

The cold and the prospect of loneliness take a hold of Fadel’s core, making him shake so much that he almost drops the pill Style hands him. Fadel pushes it between his lips, quickly, and Style holds the bottle of water to his lips before Fadel can say I can do this.

“Good,” Style murmurs, and Fadel realizes they’re practised gestures, muscle memory, engraved gentleness.

The water is cool and harsh in his throat, and Fadel doesn’t manage more than a few sips.

Style helps him lay back down, and then he lies down too. He snakes his arm under Fadel’s head, pulling him close until Fadel’s hands are resting against Style’s stomach.

“You’ll get sick too,” Fadel protests, because he can’t say I’m already mourning this.

“You’ll have to take care of me, then,” Style says, reckless as he rests his cool palm on the side of Fadel’s warm neck.

A bitter smile curves Fadel’s lips. “I don’t think I’d be very good at it.”

Style doesn’t respond for a moment, his unusual silence allowing the flaw to be forgiven. He presses his lips against Fadel’s, then winks at him. “I’ll let you practise.”

Fadel lets the illusion close his eyes. He wants to ask what does that look like?, wants to know how Style is imagining it because he can’t bring himself to, self-preservation always his top priority, always facilitating his denial.

He opens his eyes.

Style is still looking at him, cool fingers moving on Fadel’s skin.

Fadel thinks keeping Style in bed while sick would be impossible. He’d probably need to physically pin him down.

“It’s easier if you close your eyes,” Style whispers.

He’s still real.

Fadel closes his eyes.

[mauve-ic]

Ok so, a week ago I made a post saying I would maybe do a redesign of Lancelot. Here it is, a bit failed because I had an exam week in the last 7 days so don't pay attention to Lancelot, less than failed, face.

First of all, I made him have an undershirt because my poor baby must be so cold in winter. It was gifted by Tristan who had the same reasoning as me. It's a white shirt with long sleeves, with little details in red on the arms. The wings drawing and details are made with silver strands ( in one of the books of the Arthurian Legend, I think it was in Tristan and Iseult, we can see a character sewing a piece of their own hair into the thread they're using for embroidery. I think it would add to their closeness if Tristan do it.) The drawings on the back are to symbolise his mother's side ( and because it's extremely funny to me to have a sort of coquette undershirt when the whole style is badass as f ).

I didn't put the buttons on his sweatshirt because it didn't make any sense to have any. Other than that I didn't change anything.

I made him have a blue collar like in his fox self because I thought it was cool to have it but I didn't know where it was coming from.

Of course FANGS. He has a fox appearance, his father has fangs, so I want him to have some too. Again with his father's genes, he's tall, very tall, 2m02 at least.

Now to the technical alterations.

We cannot see it clearly but I made him have arm protections on the interior of his (usual) spot for arrows. On both arms because he should be able to use his bow in both ways since he learnt to be ambidextrous.

I made him have a sort of glove to protect his fingers while pulling on the string of his bow, it's a protection we use nowadays but even before I think. Something we only use now ( still I think because I'm not an historian but I didn't find any information on it, maybe because I only know the name of it in french, but even when I looked up archery accessories it didn't pop up so if anyone knows what it's called in English please tell me), it's a little string which attach to your index finger and your thumb so even if you let go of your bow ( which you're supposed to do while pulling on the string), you don't lose it. Again, I made him have both on both hands since he should be able to shoot in both ways.

His fox self ( even if we can't really tell here ) is really red, and he looks more like a fox and bigger. I didn't change that his eyes are closed, because I don't want another look at this nightmare which is a fox with human eyes ever again.

To finish, I'm going back to the undershirt. The little details on the sleeve are just a decorative choice. But the ribbons have a purpose, still to make it look coquette but also to make the shirt more fitting. If I learnt one thing with my 6 years of archery is that you shouldn't be shooting an arrow if you're wearing baggy clothes: a dress, a sweater, a little too big shirt, it will have a risk of getting stuck in the string. Even more if you don't shoot with both feet on the ground and with a good position. Lancelot does stunts and acrobatics all the time, it would be more likely to happen to him than me or any other archer now. I made the ribbons longer to be able to see it but he would probably just stick it in his trousers to not be bothered by it. I see Lancelot as someone very practical: he has the same clothes from 6 years ago, he has nothing else on him than practical things like incantation orbs or weapons. In my headcanons, it would be the liones royal family who would take care of him while he searches for Jericho and Dubs, to remind him he is still a kid even if he has responsibilities.

Please notice me if there is anything wrong or if you have something to add because I didn't re read myself and I would love to talk to someone about a subject I like (:

[kit-williams]

There once was a little Ram...

Male Lead: Perturabo Storyline: Legion Mother/Lost in the Warp (have to figure out what to call it) Canon: 100%; set before the first Legion Mother story

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Here HAVE SOME ANGST

Even when speaking to his warsmiths Perturabo normally tinkered he didn't usually remember what he made it was normally something small something mindless for him to make. His mouth kept talking as part of him paused looking at the little mechanical ram in his far too large hands... it was stylized in a way he was familiar with... as he so so long ago was making things in this style for a certain small boy.

They chose the Ram or rather sheep as an animal to just decorate the room around. He didn't understand it but it was important for Penelope... an old old tradition of having a "guarding sign". Perturabo was the one who liked the sheep... as they were the first animal he saw after landing on Olympia... they were the first to provide for him. His clothes... his first meal... he had a tender spot for them.

Melancholy washed over the Demon Primarch as he looked down at the little mechanical ram. It's been so long... he's forgotten what his laugh sounded like. All his efforts into clinging into the fleeting memories of Penelope. The key is wound up as he places it on the table just watching the little mechanical ram walk around before hopping and repeating its pattern.

Perturabo is tempted to crush the creation as one if his claws had delicately carved the swirls into the "wooly" body and even the face... he could hear the fleeting babbling giggle from Ajax. He could feel eyes looking at the little ram as he continued talking, not having paused even while lost in those memories. Like a mortal skilled with slight of hand he makes the ram disappear but he just teleports it away to be out of sight.

To where everything else he would unconsciously make for Ajax go... to go rot in a small side room on the Iron Blood... attached to the room that would have been his quarters... a small little room that would have been his quarters... and once more the melancholy fades to bitterness and anger... out of sight out of mind... as he continues to tighten his grip around those fading memories

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE WANDA MAXIMOFF HEADCANONS

Wanda falls in love and gets attached really fast considering what happened with her past and all. And when she falls in love, she falls HARD. She'll find herself getting attached to you really quickly

Wanda loves the way you look so... badass and rebellic, she thinks the style suits you and often she'll be wearing similar like clothes to your just so she can impress you. She likes how ambitious you are but at the same time she doesn't want you flying too high since she knows if you become too successful in life, people are gonna start thinking of ways to harm you. And when you show her your soft side, believe it or not she actually pinched your cheeks and called you adorable. She loves that you'll only show your soft side to her and behave like a badass in front of the others, it's one of the moments she'll never forget and she'll cherish every single second spent with you

She likes being partnered with you on missions and even if you aren't an Avenger, she'll find random excuses just so she can talk to you saying that she either has patrol or something or she's tracking someone down and all that

Her powers are really useful when it comes to finding out your likes/ dislikes and if you like someone else other than her. She'll use her powers to read your mind sometimes and she'll try getting rid of any obstacles and hurdles that are in the way of your love. No one would ever believe the sweet caring kind ole' Wanda to be a yandere. That's exactly how she masks her yandere tendencies to you. And I have a feeling she'll pretend to have a breakdown just so you can comfort her. She will resort to EVERY single sneaky trick she knows just so she can spend time with you

As a yandere she'll be obsessive and manipulative

After the death of her brother, she can't afford to lose another loved one and see them suffer so... voila, she'll kidnap you. You won't be able to escape from her since she'll have the escape routes destroyed or concealed with her powers. She wants to have you for herself and ONLY herself and she looks forward to marrying you. And maybe having a few kids and being a nice little happy family

She'll explode with happiness when you offer to model for her, she thinks you look so cute and adorable in whatever you wear really. Heck, she'll even model with you. She'll be like the protective mother bear but I wish I can say the same when she deals with rivals since she'll just use her powers to either drive them to insanity or scare them off. Insanity is the best medicine to use against her rivals who try taking you away from her

In conclusion, she'll treat you like the angel you are. Just make sure no one tries taking you away from her or you don't try escaping since she WILL manipulate even your feelings and mind to get you to stay with her. She will do whatever it takes to get you to stay with her, even if she has to try erasing your memories

[rascalentertainments]

THE GIRL IS HERE! SHE'S HERE! 😃 You have no idea how long it took me to get to this one! I'll admit this one looks a tiny bit different than in my head (it could've looked a little better, honestly) but I hope she turned out well! After seeing all the wonderful fan art I've been getting I finally got to give something back by showing WG!Asha! Her design is based off of two concepts arts combined into one (Though I forgot her silver jewelry here somehow, my bad 😅) So now she can interact with other Ashas in the Wishverse! Plus she has some sass, cause let's face it, its been building up.

(These two pieces stood out the most to me, and I'm growing attached to Bill Schwab's art style 😅)

The idea was keep the outfit like it was homemade, since her mother taught her to sew clothes from a young age. Sakina lost her wish to become a royal seamstress for Rosas and the citizens, so she gave her daughter all the knowledge she knows instead. Asha might have a royal princess dress (not yet anyway), but she feels comfortable and free still wearing it.

Surprisingly (to my horror), she gets along with TFS!Asha very well. WG!Asha can only swear outside of the movie because "DISNEY". (with the exception of hell, because that's allowed in kids movies now for some reason) and TFS!Asha swears like a sailor, so she admires the freedom she has. And the pessimism they both have, dear lord...😂 However when it comes to their respective Stars, WG!Asha is more open about her feelings that she's developing for Star, but TFS!Asha doesn't want to get influenced by her romantic thoughts, so she changes the subject. 😂😂

As for the progress on the story, the next chapter should be either tomorrow or Wednesday, after I check for errors. I'm also planning to doing the DTIYS challenge of Asha and Suñeo soon, and then get to Valentino's redesign next. Got my hands full with content here and I love it!

NOW WE CAN DO WISH GRANTED SHIP ART!!! 😃

So Star, what do you thi—

Star: SHE'S BEAUTIFUL!!!!! 😍

Me: TOO BRIGHT!!! MY EYES!!!

Uh, can someone take me to the hospital, I think I've gone blind–

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[k1mmi-1]

Camping In Killer Style

A Slasher, inspired by Fear Street 1978

Rindou x Reader

Y/n's first time and maybe last time at a sleep away camp starts off rocky and it continues getting worse and worse with a killer in the area. Tensions rise when people go missing. No service and miles deep in the forest is the perfect ground for a killer. Could one of them be the killer?

Mentions:Drugs, Murder, Alcohol

Chapter 10

I awoke in a hospital room with IV’s attached. I looked around and saw my mom sleeping on the couch near the window. “Mom?” I said with a crack in my voice. My mom jolted up awake and stood up quickly walking over to me. “Oh my baby I'm so glad you're ok I thought…” She stopped herself and clutched my hand crying. She called over the nurses and doctors to check on me. They told me I’d been stabbed in the stomach 3 times and passed out. They talked to my mom mostly and I zoned out. A few minutes later 2 police officers came in to talk to me. “y/n can you tell us what happened or who did this to you?” One said with a soft tone. “I went to the reception desk to ask for a phone charger, and no one there, I called out but no one responded. So I thought since I was in the city I could just catch a bus home. And as soon as I was about to walk out the doors I looked down at my stomach and saw the knife, I turned around and saw Michelle the owner from the camp and then I passed out.” I said repeating the events. They wrote everything down and pulled my mother outside to talk to her. 

I zoned out thinking about the note Rindou gave me. When my mom came in I asked for my clothes, she handed me a bag of bloody clothes and I pulled out the note from my shorts, then grabbed my now charged phone. My mom said she would go get some food from the cafeteria and that she would be back soon. Once she was out of the room I dialed Rindou’s number. He answered almost immediately. “Hey it’s y/n” I said into the phone. “Oh hey, I thought you forgot to call,” He replied with a chuckle. “No sorry, how's your brother?” I responded. “He’s fine, he got discharged yesterday,” He replied. Yesterday? Was I in a coma for a whole day. “Oh really? That's um good, I'm glad any news?” I responded trying to hide the shakiness in my voice. “Oh yeah, they're holding a memorial for um everyone they even found bodies in the woods…like from years ago. It’s next Sunday” He muttered into the phone. “Shit, how many…” I regretted asking immediately. “In total 74” He replied with a sigh. “And Chris and Michelle did they find them…?” I asked, feeling my heart beat faster. “Are you not watching the news?” Rindou said with a chuckle. “I have been um busy,” I replied looking around the hospital room. He chuckled and continued. “Yeah they found them just not alive…turns out they were apart of a demonic cult…and died by ritual suicide” He said. “Shit just gets crazier and crazier” I replied as I calmed down knowing they were dead. 

“Yeah well enough of that, I was wondering if you wanted to go out for coffee or something you know when you're not busy?” Rindou asked awkwardly. “ Yeah for sure let me know when you're free” I replied with a small chuckle. We said goodbye and hung up. My mom came back a few minutes later with some warm soup. We ate and watched movies on the tv till she fell asleep. Even though my first time at summer camp ended in a complete and unimaginable utter disaster, I’m glad I survived, even if it’s selfish to think that. I glanced at my sleeping mom and soon joined her in her slumber. 

Authors note: Exams are coming up and I lwk rushed it because I didn't want to leave it unfinished but I'll probably rewrite it when Im done with them.💔

[chaosbutautism]

Alright so I'm never shutting up about Wendy Foote again lol. She hasn't even been fully released yet and I already love her very, very, very much!!! This is an official Wendy Foote ramble post!

LOOOK AT HER!!!!!! Not only is she smart as hell, her fashion sense is ON. POINT!!! She wears headphones with a weather vane attached at the top, her hair is gorgeously styled, cut short and wavy like the wind, her clothing is practical but still neat and pretty, her bag has a little windmill ornament, she wears the Victorian equivalent of Doc Martens (+ what look to be an extra layer of rubber that she either tucks in or attaches to her shoes, since they look like they aren't part of the footwear) and she (presumably) hand-stitched that adorable little cloud onto her pants. Her sailor's scarf gives her that extra charm and components her eyes. She's slaying so hard while staying safe in nature, where a lot of her research would take place. I really vibe with that.

Then her (seemingly, from what the trailer suggests) loving mother, who supports her fully in her endeavors of revolitionizing an entire field as a woman. Her sadly perished father, seemingly dying in a flood during bad weather. As a Dutchie, it reminds me of the Watersnoodramp (water emergency catastrophe, roughly translated. The term makes more sense in Dutch). Due to high tides and horrible weather, the sea was able to break through a dyke, flooding countless towns and villages in the south and west parts of the Netherlands and taking many lives in the process. The idea that the accident inspired her to study meteorology in order to save others from her father's fate is really impactful and gives her that determination that shines throughout her character.

Then, the tragedy of having her work stolen, something that happened to countless brilliant women across the globe. It's especially horrible since she has such personal motivations for her research, so of COURSE she wouldn't give up until HER name is mentioned whenever meteorology comes up. She's quite obviously a hard worker, an intelligent person and a kind woman. She wants to make the world a better place (step one, this goes well for many idv characters), finds the correct method for doing so (this is where it tends to go wrong for aforementioned idv characters) and then throws herself into working on it. She tries to warm her neighbors, studies with her peers, takes the initiative and doesn't give up when people try to push her down.

TLDR: I'm a simp for Wendy Foote and there won't be much Netease could do to change that. Honestly, I'd still support her if she killed the jerk that stole her life's work for fame and fortune. This time, there can't be any Luca/Alva shenanigans because 'I stole everything you worked so hard for and presented it myself for a large audience to PROTECT YOU!!!!' is so obviously fake. I mean, she has a likeable personality, she has an appealing story, her design is pretty, she has empathizing motives and her character looks fun to play. There really isn't anything to dislike here.

[olath124]

✨️TELL ME ABOUT YOUR OCS✨️

I had to update it because in the last year a lot has changed!

In the end I'm changing it based on the true kindergarten!AU. (Because I love it pretty much!!!)

♡Name: Violet Vincennes.

♡Nicknames: V, Vio.

♡Age: 53 in 2077 (yeah, she turned into a silver fox!!!)

♡Pronouns: She, her.

♡Sexuality: Pansexual.

♡Hair Color and style: Her natural hair color is dark brown, but she always dyes them in blue/turquoise. She varies a lot with her hairstyle. Usually she keeps her hair long. When she's older age keeps her hair mostly down, to hide her neuroport, and stops dying it, letting out the gray!

♡Eye Color: Her natural color is green, she tries to keep her eye implants as close as possible to her real color.

♡Height: 165 cm (5’5”)! Short queen!

♡Body Type: She’s average. She runs because she likes it, to keep her shape under control. In some particularly happy periods of her life she might have gained a bit of weight. In 2077 she's definitely thin.

♡Personality: She’d say normal. In truth a bit skittish with relationships, a bit insecure, quite irrational and volatile. Really affectionate, needy and whiny with those she really cares about. Really driven and stubborn. She feels like she hit the jackpot with the Vincennes family and she'd do everything in her power not to let down their name. It means achieving everything she can in the field she's interested in. Overall she's a bold, stubborn, and brave lady.

♡Tattoos: A tattoo Elroy designed for her, with a peony on her right shoulder.

♡Piercings: Many on her ears, nothing else.

♡Any definable features such as: Birthmarks, Scars, Freckles, Beauty Marks, Accent when they talk, Lisp, Natural slurring of words, Walk with a subtle limp, ect.

She has a bunch of birthmarks on her face (not really freckles) and many different scars around her body. She's really proud of her scars. They are the proof she's a fighter and she survived. One of them she got while playing with Elroy and Vlad. Not such a big "survivor" scar but they were all so loving and worried about her when she got it that she feels really attached to that too. The only scar she isn't proud of is the scar from heart surgery she had in 2069. It's the tangible proof that when she needed to actually do something important, she failed.

♡Hobbies:

She likes to read a lot of different and apparently random stuff. With Vlad in particular mystery novels.

She sings and plays the piano.Mostly when she's alone but Roy likes to listen to her too. It's a thing that calmed him down when he came back from Night City.

Really passionate about music in general, she doesn't like a particular genre and goes from classical music to metal without any issue (Unlike Elroy who is quite fond of his old stuff!).

♡Gang/Occupation {Mox, Max Tac, etc}

Mostly she ends up with some kind of affiliation with Barghest.

♡Do they smoke?

Not officially. She smoked a bit in her teens/college years. After 2069 she started smoking again, but she limits herself to one cigarette in the morning. The morning nicotine hit and Firebird are the two things that get her out of her bed.

♡Do they drink? If so, what's their poison of choice?

She’s a social drinker. Doesn’t drink alone, but loves to drink in company. She rarely gets drunk, though. Doesn’t really like to lose control, only to get tipsy to make social interactions easier!

♡What do they usually wear on a normal day?

In her youth her style changes if she's in her family home or in the apartment she shared with her friends. At home she dresses more classically and with lighter tones. Feminine dresses, in lighter colors, elegant pants in natural fabric, classical tops with boat and heart necklines, a style similar to her mother's. In her friend's group she goes with leather pants, t-shirts or tops, a few dark dresses, leather jackets, boots. She goes with black or dark red clothes usually. When she's older she usually wears clothes that cover her chest, to hide the scar of her heart implant, leaning into darker color, but keeping the more classical style.

♡What do they wear when they "Get dressed up"? And what would be considered a "special occasion" to them {such as an "Oh they're gonna be there so I have to look my best." Or an "It's our anniversary".}

Different vintage clothes. Really classical. Black, white, dark red or blue. In particular A-line type of dress, just over or below the knees. They are in a style that Elroy and her mother liked and found fitting for her.

Parties, public events, evening at the Black Sapphire. And basically all the time when she is in France.

♡What do they smell like? {For example: they smell like cinnamon flavored liquor, cigarettes, leather, and motor oil.}

She always wears a perfume with jasmine and a hint of orange blossoms. A gift from Vlad for her 20th birthday.

♡How do they walk? Do they sway their hips? Do they walk with a sense of determination? Do they bounce as they walk? Etc.

When she doesn’t think of it she walks almost as if she’s hiding. Always keeping her surroundings under control, finding possible hiding spots or advantage points. When she’s in a good place or feels protected she’s straighter and more confident in her stride. Usually when she is with Elroy, Vlad, her family or close friends she walks with confidence.

♡Are they more of an early bird or a night owl?

An always exhausted pigeon. She doesn’t have fixed hours and sleeps whenever she can.

♡If you had to use one word to define them, what word would you use?

Temperamental.

♡What words or catchphrases do they say that's unique to that character?

She doesn't really have a fixed saying or phrases.

♡Favorite Season

Winter.

♡Favorite type of weather.

She likes those cold winter sunny mornings. She loves the snow. When she manages to go to Russia she always hopes to see it. It's kinda magical for her.

♡Do they have someone they're with relationship-wise? If so, who?

Well, she started with the ship with Kurt Hansen. Now she has a ship with @ouroboros-hideout Vlad in one (and a half… or two. I've lost count of the different AUs) AU.

♡Main Ship/Pairings

My heart now belongs to the Happy!AU, so Violad.

♡Side Pairings

Do I have to count them??? In the Kindergarten!AU she had two main stories and many different flings in her wild youth. One with a girl she lived together in college: Simone. Lasted roughly two years. Later she got a longer story with Jean-Paul. They lasted for four years and were quite happy until someone decided to piss allover it... In other AU's there's a really sweet story with @barghest-ripperdoc Masha.

♡Favorite/Self-indulgent Pairings

I'm sorry, Kvio. It's Violad.

♡How do they show affection to their loved one?

TOUCH. She doesn’t generally like to touch people… But with people she likes she’s very touchy. Not in an extreme way, but if she’s close to a person she loves she’s probably touching their arm, or slipping her hand under their or laying her head on their shoulder. She is really affectionate and really needs a lot of physical contact.

She also likes to make gifts but they're usually homemade silly stuff. Like little plushies of animals. And she also likes to try to prepare the food they like. Being a street kid with an inconsistent diet, sharing food with the people she loves is very important.

♡How do they sit in a chair?

Normally? But usually quite comfortably, legs closed and slightly tilted or stretched out with one ankle over the other. She instinctively tries to emulate stances she saw her adoptive mother in.

♡How do they sit in a chair {uncomfortable version}

Legs closed, straight back, probably fidgeting with her hands.

♡What do they wear to bed?

Normally a T-shirt and underwear. The T-shirt preferably stolen. Or she wears fancy nightgowns, mostly in black.

♡How do they usually sleep? {Side sleeper, back, fetal position, backwards, nest sleeper, blanket mountain, etc}

She starts in fetal position, or all cuddly with the person she's sleeping with, she ends on her back, sometimes she throws her arms and legs around.

♡How do they sleep in a place they don't know? {Can't due to anxiety, in small bursts of sleep that are short lived, holding themselves, etc}

If she's in a “safe space” the same as usual. If it’s not so safe she wakes up now and then checking her surroundings. She also is very receptive to any possible sound.

♡Do they have to have a form of "white noise" in order to sleep? {The sound of a fan, the sound of rain, the sound of a city, etc}

No.

♡What's a place they go to feel comfortable, that's their "spot" they always go when they're upset?

If she's far from her home in France, Elroy’s apartment. She knows that as soon as he knows she's here and needs him he'll come to help her. But sometimes she simply sits on the stairs in front of the complex and waits for him.

♡What do they do when they're nervous? {Fidget with jewelry, pick at nails, bite nails/lips, play with knife/zippo lighter, etc}

If she needs to fake it, she focuses on something repetitive. Like the tap of her finger on something. If not she usually avoids other people's eyes and tries to make herself invisible.

♡What is their "tell" for lying?

Instinctually, she tends not to look people in the eyes when she’s lying about something personal. If it’s professional stuff, though it’s quite harder to tell.

♡What is their favorite color?

Turquoise and blue.

♡Favorite flower/plant

Peonies.

♡Favorite sweet of choice

Chocolate eclair.

♡Do they have any pets? If so, tell me about them

Her personal animal is Milky Bun. A rabbit she found and adopted in France. He lives in France.

Technically Firebird is not her dog. But he ends up in her care for, sadly, most of his life. So in the end, after a rocky start, he's her pet.

In Kvio!AU there is... Shark and Violet Norris. I won't say that I'm happy that in other AUs Aon Norris exists instead of Violet!

♡What are their triggers {If they have any}? If so, what calms them down?

The only real trigger for her is the feeling of abandonment, or the fear of loosing people she care. And only realizing that she’s not being left alone, preferably with physical contact calms her down.

♡If they could visit anywhere in the world, where would they go and why?

She likes France, it's a place where she has only good memories.

♡What is their favorite comfort meal?

When she came to France at 6 the only thing she ate was croquet messier. Her adoptive mother used to make it for her. She still makes it for herself when she misses her.

♡Do they have a food they hate?

Food is food, she could eat everything. But well, she doesn’t love industrial made food.

♡What is their favorite {non-alcoholic} drink?

She likes Tiancha Pomegranate.

♡What are their plans for the future {if they have any}?

She doesn’t make plans for the future. Finding a way to be stable and happy with the people she loves is what she'd love to.

♡What's a song that "fits" them?

There’s a whole playlist…

V is for Violet

But if I had to choose one this is her song:

Bastille - Laura Palmer

♡Give me 5 facts/random bits of information about them

She once cooked a cake that tasted like fish. She still doesn't know what went wrong that time. Poor Roy, it was for his birthday.

Violet can't dance on her own. In the AUs where she does it's because they forced her to learn. She definitely can't improvise dancing, and usually has a hard time following other people's lead. Or she needs to be tipsy at least. Then she manages to let go enough to dance freely. And be ridiculous. But she's not the only one!

She makes little plushies for the people she loves. All wobbly and with skipped stitches. But she loves making them!

♡Give me their backstory {can be long, or brief.}

Born in 2024. Her father died in the aftermath of the nuclear detonation of Night City and get mother right after her birth. After the first 8 years of her life in the streets, she was adopted by Elroy's family.

Elroy's parents were really loving and supportive, and despite the fact that she was quite sick during her childhood she grew up in a really positive and reinforcing environment. Elroy and Violet spent most of their childhood with Vlad, forming a really close group of friends (kindergarten for real!). Holidays, birthdays, and summer vacations were all spent together. She developed a terrible crush on the childhood friend.

Violet studied in Paris and entered the ENSTA ParisTech, where she focused on her studies in informatics and systems engineering, at the same time cooperating with a group of young netrunners. At 20 years old, she had a one-night stand with Vlad that led to nothing other than embarrassment. Shortly after, she had a stable relationship with her at the time roommate, Simone. After roughly a year, they broke up. 

Her brother, Elroy, came back from Night City completely devastated by addiction and the death of his girlfriend, and she spent almost a year helping him out with her mother. Their relationship got only stronger, and they promised each other never again to stay apart. At the same time, Vlad died the first time, and she was informed about everything by his mother, who visited and called her own. 

The three of them met again in 2050 at Elroy’s first art show and returned to their old routine of visiting each other for the usual yearly celebrations. Shortly after Violet and Vlad got together. In the meantime, Elroy and Violet started to work seriously together, meddling on the border of legality. Elroy put to use his social and planning ability and turned into a high-end fixer. Violet worked as a netrunner in the background, with her group of friends. In 2052 Violet moved to Russia to live with Vlad, but their relationship didn't last long and they broke up in 2053.

Later in the same year, she got together with Jean-Paul. They were mostly happy together, despite Vlad’s not-so-subtle interference. But in 2056, shortly after Violet’s mother’s death, they broke up, due to Violet’s resistance to bringing their relationship to another level. Violet blamed Vlad’s interference for that . Shortly after Vlad was caught up in the scandal of his at the time girlfriend Dasha’s death. Violet refused to see him, still convinced that the failure of her relationship was his fault. 

They met again in 2060 when Vlad showed up at their home in France after being forced to an indeterminate leave from work, due to another deadly accident. Violet managed to see again in the broken man the person she fell in love with when they were younger. They quickly got together. In that year, the three of them also started to work together until, in 2061, Vlad was called back to work with SovOil. Elroy never forgave him for that. Violet understood his reasons and let him go with the promise of coming back after he finished what he had to.

They kept meeting in secret 3-4 times a year until 2063, a period in which Violet witnessed his declining state of mind. In 2064, Violet received Vlad’s diary, a series of recordings he made since he was fifteen years old. After two years, Vlad’s biological sister contacted her to ask for help in retrieving her brother she believed was still alive. This brought Violet to slowly get more and more chromed up and almost die in a suicide attack against Sovoil in 2069. After a year in a coma, she woke up again, and Elroy made her promise to let go and accept Vlad’s death.

They started to work closely with Kurt Hansen and helped him establish Dogtown. Here they met Aon and found out that she and Kurt Hansen were responsible for Vlad’s death.

♡Free Space! Give me any sort of extra information about them you'd like to share

Really, I think I've exhausted everything xD

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[gege-wondering-around]

Eli and Stiles' jeep

I've been thinking recently and I have a few theories about Eli in general and why, at the end of the movie, the Sheriff gives him Stiles' jeep.

Number one:

Maybe, since Stiles isn't in the movies and we all know how many people in the Teen Wolf fandom likes him, the director though that it would've been a good idea to put in the movie another character to 'replace' Stiles.

Cause if you look close enough to the two of them, Eli and Stiles have so many similarities or even scenes in common.

Eli, as we all well know, have the same sarcasm style as Stiles (and let me say, no he didn't take it from Peter even tho he is sarcastic too. Peter is way more passive aggressive with his tongue)

Eli has a very similiar fashion style to Stiles (maybe they even wear some clothes that are the same - but I haven't investigated that so this is all an hypothesis)

Do you remember the famous flashback Stiles had while he explained how he helped Derek evade the FBI's scanners and radars? Well, after he explained it 'wrong' Derek corrected him, reminding him how he had to be carried out by Derek cause he shot his foot. And that same scheme of action -Derek carrying Stiles around while he whines in pain - comes back in the movie. Derek carrying Eli the same way after he sprained his ankle and whining to his father to put him down.

They also act very similiar if not the same. The expressiveness, the exaggerated hands gestures, the 'let me say this crap in the wrong moment' kinda attitude and also - MAYBE - they both go after a love intereste that doesn't reciprocate their love. (When Eli is in the jeep at the red light he sees a girl in the car next to him and prepare to act all cool - but fails...)

How they both cannot play lacrosse for the life of them or if you wanna say it another way, how they kinda suck at it. (I'm not gonna elaborate further, they have some problems with that game and I'll let that be) and how they both somehow managed to score a point during a game when initially, they weren't even supposed to be on the field that day.

They both have an innate awkwardness with multiple people around, especially if they don't know these people or if they feel like these people doesn't like or approve of them somehow (this could be a whole another post itself, maybe it'll be...)

How they are both raised by single fathers (or at least, that how it seems for Eli, since we know nothing about the mother)

And lastly for this round, how they both are 'insanely' attached to that jeep (Eli cause he wanna 'play around' with his father knowing that the man have 'complicated feelings' about the jeep. Stiles cause it was his mother's and how he keeps reparing it as best as he can throughout the whole show)

So, maybe he was put in the movie to fill Stiles' absence?

Number two:

Whether or not Eli was put in the show to replace Stiles' type of character and have a consistency with characteristics and personality portrait by both, why did they make him Derek's son?

Because they could've made him Peter's son as well, or Chris' cousin even - if they pushed it that far - and also, couldn't he simply be a teenager who ends up involved with the nogitsune, for all another set of reasons?

Making him Derek's son, even if it could simply be the easy way out to add Eli, has to have some meaning somehow, or at least i personally hope and believe so.

Cause maybe Eli is there to tell us something or confirm something else:

Maybe Eli, who's so similar to Stiles, has been made as Derek's son to show us how - somehow and maybe - Stiles was in contact with him while he grow up and that could explain their similarities.

Maybe Eli is 'living proof' of Stiles being Derek's anchor (as it was confirmed in a script of an episode that later was changed due to difficulties with scheduling the actors) and how he - Stiles - could've had a significant impact in Eli's life, either through Derek's stories of him or Stiles being actively present.

Maybe Eli - detaching the argument from Stiles - could mean the second possibility that Derek has to be a 'good role model', which he wasn't for Scott, Isacc, Boys and Erica (despite the fact he did his best in the only way he knew, he surely looked as 'not someone you would wanna learn from' )

Maybe Eli, destipe all odds, could just be... Eli!

But still, it remains strange to me how our good little Eli is so much like Stiles and also Derek's son, cause we - shippers and non-shippers - all know that these two characters clearly had something going on...

Number three:

Leaving out the why 'Derek's son' and why 'Stiles' copy', as we all know at the end of the movie the Sheriff gives Eli the jeep, but why?

We all know how madly in love Stiles is with the jeep and how it belonged to his dear mother before being his and the Sheriff was there seeing both of them running around the city with the old thing.

It leaves me perplexed how Noah - the Sheriff - decided to give the beloved jeep to Eli after his father died, but at the same time it makes very much sense. Let me explain.

There are a few reasons of why it leaves me perplexed and with many questions, which range is pretty vast.

Why giving the jeep 'away' after it belonged to the Stilinski family for +30 years?

Does Stiles knows about this?

Is Stiles never going to drive it again or he decided to leave the jeep behind? (To which I say, why would he ever do that after he didn't give up on it when it broke down in the middle of the desert, in mexico)

But with this said, if you look at it from another prospective it makes quite sense.

Why Noah 'gave away' - or to better say, gave to someone else - the only thing he had left of his wife and son (since Stiles is away for the majority of the time due to his work probably)?

Did Noah gave it to Derek to help him cope with Stiles being away? (If so, how come Noah knows something or, when he spoke to Eli during Derek's funeral, did he lie when he said "Derek towed it in", without saying that he gave it to Derek himself or did he simply omitted that part ?)

Noah gave the jeep to Stiles after his mother died, he gave his son something to hold onto while the grieved the loss of his mother, while also giving him something to remember her. The jeep is basically the symbol - if you wanna be poetic about this, which I'll be - of his mother's love for him.

It's the only piece left of her that actually serves a purpose and not only something which function is to remember someone who died (like it could be a photo or a ring).

Stiles takes care of the jeep like it's a living thing cause it's the only thing in the world he has of his mother, a mother who in the last moments of her life, couldn't even remember or recognize her own son. So Stiles lives her memories through the jeep and within it, that's why he never left it for anything, not a single reason was strong enough to his ears to make him leave it behind. Cause in the end it would mean leave his mother also behind, which he doesn't want to do.

And then, Stiles is gone to live the FBI agent life and the jeep ends up in Derek's hands who puts it all back together - maybe with something more strong that duct tape - and Noah is fully aware of this and how, the big old scary wolf, decided to take upon himself to repair the old thing that Stiles loved and treasured so much during his whole life.

Then the jeep is back to function and Eli has some fun with it, despite - or maybe in spite of - knowing about:

Your father had complicated feelings about that jeep

(Said by Noah)

And that:

He hated that jeep

(Said by Eli)

Because in the end, despite these sentences are said at the end of the movie, Eli knew about it anyway. Somehow he did.

Eli knew and kept getting the jeep, maybe without his father even knowing about it at times.

(And then Noah would call Derek about it, just like we saw in the movie.)

And when Eli is the one grieving the loss of his father, the only parent he probably ever knew in his whole life, Noah does it again. He gives the jeep to someone who's grieving the loss of a beloved and cared member of their family.

Stiles' mother was the first owner of the jeep, the one who chose it among who knows how many other cars, and it helped Stiles with his grief when she died.

Derek towed the jeep in and managed to fix it despite all odds and the tons of duct tape Stiles had put on it and when he died, the jeep passed to Eli in order to help him with his own grief.

Both times Noah was the one who gave the jeep to the one in pain, was the one who understood grief better than most and knew how to help and was the one who knew about it all.

So yeah, somehow to me, it does make sense.

The jeep is the "grief-helper" and Noah knows about it all.

Number four:

The meaning of the jeep itself is also very fascinating, especially if you look at it poetically and also how Noah is, somehow, always the deliverer.

Like I said before, maybe it's really about the jeep itself and what it represents to the people who drives it (Stiles and Eli). Because for both it's a reminder of someone who they loved tremendously and that are now gone (Stiles' mother and Derek).

Also there's Noah.

Noah, man of justice and single father, that gives the jeep to children/teenagers who lost their parents, cause somehow Noah knows the value of the jeep, or better what people makes it when they know its story.

(Somehow I managed to merge a bit of this theory with the third one, in fact they are pretty connected)

And this is it.

Thank you for have read so far! (And sorry if there are any errors, english is not my first language)

- let me know if you have questions and maybe also what you think, if you want my inbox is open for everything and always remember this is just what I think also, all the sentences in blue could be a post on their own, so let me know if you'd like that!-