#He Took A Part Of Me (Headcanons)

[starry-bi-sky]

miscellaneous danyal al ghul things

specifically about the danyal al ghul from my post/prompt here and i wanna get my misc. headcanons/thoughts on him (especially in his early stay with the fentons) out here before i make any other danyal al ghul aus

list under the cut because whoops this got longer than i expected. which really i should have expected

the Fentons are unaffiliated with the League, which was perfect for Danny faking his death.

he struggles with empathy. Empathy was not taught nor encouraged while he was with the League, so it's a skill that's been pretty stunted. At 15 he's better at empathizing with people, but he still struggles with it. He's pretty bad at reassuring/comforting people and usually acts as an emotional rubber duck for Sam and Tucker to vent to if need be. He sometimes offers blunt and sometimes mean opinions, especially if its about another person.

Sam and Tucker do not know he's an ex-assassin, they are however, pretty positive that he used to be part of an eco-fascist cult with a focus on martial arts?? They've been helping him tone down some of his more,,, extreme views on humanity ever since they caught wind of his more extreme ideologies.

He and Sam are still avid environmentalists and feed into each other quite a bit. They spend plenty of time at protests and pestering the school into more eco-friendly options.

Dash is not dead on the sole fact that Danny knew he had to lay low in Amity Park and killing someone was not, in fact, 'laying low'.

he did, however, traumatize him when Dash first tried to bully him. Safe to say, Danny is not bullied at school and neither are Sam and Tucker.

Danny didn't make any friends in his first year at Amity Park. He was surly, grumpy, standoffish, more stubborn than Sam, and pretty self-important about himself. Jazz was trying to teach him against these things, but she is a 12 year old unaffiliated with the League. Danny did not respect her nor listen to a word she said. It wasn't until like, year two that he finally started paying to mind what she was saying and slowly started to improve on himself

Sam approached him first, he rebuffed her quite harshly, and then Danny approached her sometime afterward when he overheard her talking about environmental rights. Sam completely ignored him though when he agreed with her, and Danny had to later learn that he needed to apologize for being rude to her when they first met. He did so eventually, and they started to talk more with Tucker and Sam.

Danny's a bit more reserved than he is in canon, although he steadily learns how to act as a regular teenager when he's out in public. He's a bit more friendlier at least, although when he's around Sam and Tucker he drops the act. He still has a somewhat formal way of talking, it's just become more casual after a lot of ribbing from Sam and Tucker. When he's angry or annoyed he starts talking poshly though.

His humor is relatively the same as in canon, if somehow dryer and more insulting at some points

Those rare moments where he gets really pissed usually ends up with him insulting someone in arabic or any of the other languages he picked up from the league. He is the go-to for Tucker's Spanish homework. (Tucker makes that mistake and learns that Danny is a very strict teacher)

while Danny doesn't view the Fentons as his parents, even five years after living with them, he does respect them to some amount. He respects them enough at least that when Vlad Masters comes sniffing around, he is suitably offended on both Maddie and Jack's behalf. And when he finds out Vlad was the one who tried to kill Jack and tried to tell him to renounce him as his father/parental guardian, danny threw a suitably sharp object at him and insulted him quite horrendously

Vlad still wants him as his kid. In fact perhaps even moreso after this.

Danny trains with Maddie to keep up with his training. It's not quite the same but it prevents him from getting completely rusty

Sam and Tucker know that Danny has a little brother, but nothing else beyond that other than Danny cares about him quite a lot and that he got his facial scar from keeping him safe.

Danny cares about Sam, Tucker, and Jazz quite a bit, but he struggles to convey it. Especially early on when he realized he cared about them and like instinct started being harsher to them and more critical of their actions. This resulted in quite a few arguments with Sam and Tucker and Jazz until he got sat down and told outright that the way he was treating them wasn't okay. It's a process he's still trying to unlearn even at 15. He has become kinder towards them as a result, and has begun looking for what they did right rather than what they did wrong.

He harbors a lot of guilt over how he treated Damian in the League, and its a pretty big conflict he has with himself since he's torn between telling himself it was for the best to make sure Damian survived the League, and feeling like crap over how harsh/critical of Damian he was and realizing that he probably could have come up with a better way of training him despite being a child himself at the time. Danny comes to the realization that more than anything, that he just wants to apologize.

His ghost form, specifically is outfit, is a combination of his hazmat suit and his uniform from the league, and he carries a sword with him. He also doesn't know how to react to Dani, honestly. Although it is fair to say that he figures out she's a clone instantly because of her whole 'I'm your third cousin once removed' thing and he freaks out. She spills the beans pretty quickly after that. And Danny is pretty skittish around her - or the equivalent of skittish. Her being younger than him kinda reminds him of Damian, so he's uncomfortable by her presence but learns to warm up to her.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #dpxdc headcanons #dp x dc headcanons #danyal al ghul: exists #me: lets give him emotional constipation :) as a treat #older brother danny #sam+tucker: dude... were you part of a cult???? danny: excuse me? sam+tucker: were you. part of a cult #danny: it was not a *cult--* sam+tucker: oh my god you were part of a cult. that explains sO MUCH #danny is pr morally grey even at 15. he's starting to get the hang of this 'human life' thing though! he thinks. #but he is still the embodiment of that tiktok audio 'why dont we just kill these fucking people' even if he keeps it to himself sometimes #sam+tucker+jazz: dont litter danny: yes of course thats obvious s+t+j: okay then dont *kill* danny: now you've lost me #danny nearly stabbed dash when they first met. more accurately he nearly took off his finger like the train scene from the mummy movie 2 #with alex and that big guard guy who stabbed the table in between his fingers. “woah.” “Tt. i missed” #late night starry posts #not proof read and thus there will prolly be mistakes

[hobiebrownismygod]

I think I asked this one before but I never knew if it got answered.

may you make a fic with hobie of how the reader is a villain and used hobie to (idk reason, kill him, invade the spider society, idk!!) and like no fluff, reader is pure evil and hobie had the most trust he ever had in someone just broke? 🙏🏽❤️

Hiii sorry this took me so long, but I hope you enjoy it! This is definitely different from what I usually write, but it was fun to try out a new kind of prompt! Thank you for requesting <3

EASY ☆ Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader ☆ MASTERLIST ☆ TAGLIST

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He was so, so easy.

It was so easy to convince him to let you into his house, his life, his heart. In fact...you really hadn't expected it to be so simple.

Compliment him a little, bat your eyes at him, tell him you think he's handsome, kiss him a few times, and he was already head over heels for you. You couldn't blame him, but it was funny.

To you of course. Not to him.

But it wasn't like he knew that you'd been lying to him. That you didn't really love him. You didn't really want to be his and for him to be yours.

No what you wanted was that watch. The watch that would guarantee you access to every dimension in the multiverse.

That was the end goal.

And that was why you were here.

Stretched out on his bed, lying next to him with a coy smile on your face, tracing his nose and lips with your fingers while his eyes fluttered open, a soft yawn escaping his lips.

"Mornin'" he said gently, a smile on his face as he leaned in to kiss you. "Morning" you replied with a laugh, kissing his cheek before snuggling up into his arms again. "How'd you sleep, baby?"

"Amazing, but only 'cause you were here" he murmured, burying his face in your hair, sighing under his breath. He felt safe, happy, which was perfect. For your little plan.

You'd only been "dating" him for a week or two, but he'd already opened himself up to you completely. Telling you how much he loved you, how you made him feel, calling you pretty, beautiful, love, darling, every pet name in existence it felt like he'd exhausted on you.

And it was entertaining, watching his expression slowly fill with admiration and love whenever you walked by, the corners of his eyes crinkle just slightly when you sauntered over to him to press another one of your gentle kisses to his forehead, tracing the slight folds of soft skin and the coarse yet gorgeous hair lining his head.

Your eyes never filled with the same love or affection, with only a fake, mock version of it to keep him content, to keep him under your control.

Easy.

It'd been even easier for you to figure out where he was keeping his watch. You couldn't just steal it. He always had it on his wrist, or close enough to keep his eye on it. He was cautious, but not cautious enough.

He'd let you in close. Close enough. More than close enough.

"Mmm." You murmured, kissing his lips gently. "You look tired."

"I am tired" He replied with a grin, holding you a little tighter. "There was a hell 'f a lot going on yesterday. Nearly got m'self killed" he grumbled.

"Aww, poor thing" you cooed, kissing his cheek. "Are you okay?" Your finger absentmindedly went down to his wrist to fiddle with his watch, your doe-like, understanding eyes fixated on him.

He seemed to notice this, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. "What're you doing?"

"Hmm? I'm not doing anything" you said gently, making sure to soften your touch on his wrist. "I think you're tired. Look at your lips, you're so dehydrated" You said gently, using your other hand's thumb to trace along his mouth. "Let me take care of you"

"Huh-" He tried to sit up but you pushed him back down with a kiss to his forehead, reaching towards your counter to grab a glass of water you'd already left there before. "Drink."

He looked as though he'd protest for a moment, a cautious expression on his face. "Come on" you coaxed, pushing the glass into his hand.

His expression knit together before he relaxed, letting his guard down and accepting the glass with a sigh. He trusted you.

That was a mistake.

As he pressed his lips to the glass, you felt your smile widen just slightly, gaze fixated on him as he drank down in small sips, more thirsty than he'd let on.

When done, he wiped the corners of his mouth with his knuckles before pulling you in for another kiss. You quickly dodged this, pressing your finger to his lips for a moment to stop him.

You couldn't let him kiss you. Not now.

"Hmm?" he questioned, kissing your cheek instead, the arm that was hooked around your waist slacking slightly. "Wha-oh-" He let out a quiet groan, grabbing onto his forehead. "Fuck, how long's that water been sitting out?" He asked quietly, coughing.

"Not long, not long" You replied, removing his arms from around you and standing up next to the bed.

He laid back, groaning quietly as he held his forehead. "What're you doing?" he asked confusedly, trying his best to keep his eyes open.

"Nothing important." You grabbed onto his wrist, fingers playing with the dials of his watch. "Just looking."

"love-" he tried to pull his wrist back but it felt too heavy falling limp as your hands held it up. "What's wrong, Hobes? You feeling okay?" You asked with mock concern, leaning in slightly. "Feeling dizzy?"

"What did you do?" He asked, his eyes beginning to flutter as he struggled to stay awake.

"Nothing too dangerous. Just a simple roofie." You replied curtly, fingers hooking onto the latch of the watch and slowly beginning to pull it off.

HIs eyes widened for a moment and he blinked, breathing beginning to speed up. "W-why?" he croaked out raspily.

"Because its fun. I've never been to another universe before" You said absentmindedly, taking the watch in your hands and inspecting it as you took a step back.

He attempted to reach his arm out towards you again, but it wasn't working.

As much as you enjoyed watching him struggle, you knew you had to get out of here soon. After all, who knew how long it would take before his spider powers overtook the drugs?

"I think that's my cue to leave" You said with a wink, taking his hand in yours. "For what's its worth, this was a fun couple of weeks" you whispered, pressing your lips to his palm, eyes making contact with his.

"Don't-" he whispered, eyes beginning to fill with tears, "please don't go"

"Don't. It's not a very fun word, is it? I've never liked it when people told me "don't" do something. And I definitely don't like it now." You let his hand fall limp, hanging over the edge of the bed.

"And the word "please" has never stopped me either. Sorry, Hobes." you said with a grin, turning the dial on the watch.

He let out a quiet sound of pain, forcing himself to try to sit up to no avail. He could feel himself drifting off to sleep, knocked out for who knows long, and all he could do was watch as you opened up the orange portal he'd seen so many times before.

"Catch you on the flip side" You gave him a cocky little salute before falling back, the portal disappearing only a few seconds after you.

You left Hobie alone in the room, lying back on his bed, with his last memories being your cruel smile and the smell of you coating his bedsheets.

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#don't worry he's not dead #he's just knocked out #maybe I'll make a part 2 idk #hope you enjoyed this anon!! #sorry it took me so long :(( #atsv #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spiderman atsv #spiderman #beyond the spiderverse #atsv hobie #across the spider verse #spider punk #hobie my love #astv hobie #hobie brown headcanons #hobie my beloved #hobie spiderverse #hobie x reader #spiderverse hobie #hobie x you #hobie x y/n #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown x female reader #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n

[whispers-of-masser]

Dragon's Tongue

✧ Nebarra x human!LDB, ft. Xelzaz & Khash ✧ Fluff, minor angst; 1300+ words ♫ "You And I (Stripped)" - PVRIS ✒ Something short n sweet today, I'm feeling soft

Nebarra was loath to admit it to himself, and he'd die before ever saying it aloud, but the Rift really was beautiful. Nothing compared to Alinor, to be sure, but... all the gold reminded him of home. And when he passed by a small, isolated farm, he could almost see himself on its porch, see his brother leaning against the door.

The illusions were younger, happier versions of themselves. So much more innocent, faces bright with naivety, eyes shining with plans for the future.

And then he'd gone to war.

He'd lost... so much of himself, in the deserts of Hammerfell. They had scorched and burned him inside and out, slowly bleeding him dry with every comrade he saw fall. And all that, for what? For all the Altmer's supposed superiority, the campaign had failed on all fronts – Hammerfell's walls and people defied them, and Cyrodiil remained in power, weakened but still unbroken.

How could the Thalmor still strut about, arrogant to Aetherius and back, when they had failed so miserably? How could they look at the faces of the families whose children and lovers they'd sent to die and only tell them they'd "served their purpose"?

Nebarra couldn't.

He couldn't face them at all. Not even through pen and paper, leagues away from ever having to look them in the eyes, ever having to see the pain and loss in their gaze.

Where the Thalmor were heartless, he was a coward.

And he didn't know which was worse.

~~~

Night fell, and you called the group to halt, to make camp until dawn. Nebarra set up the tent as you argued with Xelzaz, trying to convince him that no, he shouldn't summon a flame atronach and then kill it for its fire salts, no matter how good it would make dinner taste. Khash merely looked on, muching on some clover she'd picked up somewhere.

At last though, you got Xelzaz to relent, though he asked you to gather some herbs in exchange, listing off the plants he wanted you to find.

"Ah... and take Nebarra with you."

The elf froze. Turned slowly towards the lizard. Demanded, "What? Why?"

"Two eyes are better than one," he shrugged, "and that much safer, as well. We don't know what's out there, and I'm pretty sure we passed a necromantic altar on our way here."

At that, you groaned, head rolling back like a teenager who'd just been told to do their chores. "Gods, not another one. Why do we always seem to run into those?"

"Luck of the Dragonborn? Anyway, off with you now – I have to get set up. Let's see, in whose pack did I leave my cooking pot...? Khash! Come help me with this!"

And just like that he walked off, leaving you and Nebarra alone by the campfire. A chuckle escaped you, and he glanced over to see you shaking your head. "I'm surprised he didn't tell us to hold hands, too, so we don't lose each other in the dark."

"Yeah, I'm not holding your hand," Nebarra snarked. And it was true. Absolutely true. Totally, one-hundred percent true.

"Oh wow, Nebs, that one almost hurt." Your soft laugh seemed to echo in his ears, his mind. "Come on, let's go – I don't suppose you heard any of the plants he wants?"

Blue and yellow mountain flowers, to restore and fortify. Purple for rejuvenation, and to give to Khash. Scaly pholiota for fiber and strengthening. Wild gourds and dragon's togue for flavour.

He snorted from behind his helm. "That would require paying attention to him."

"Should have known," you sighed. "Alright, listen up before I forget: blue, yellow, and purple mountain flowers, scaly pholiota, and dragon's tongue. And be careful with the purple mountain flowers, they're gifts for Khash. Oh, he also wants some wild gourds. Got it?"

"...Yeah, yeah. Let's just get going."

He definitely hadn't feigned ignorance just to hear your voice some more. Definitely not.

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"Ah, back at last! Perfect," Xelzaz said, stirring something in a pot over the fire. "Now I can get the real meal started."

"Then what's this?" Nebarra demanded as Xelzaz handed him a bowl, in exchange for the plants the Altmer carried. Even through his gauntlets he could feel its warmth, and a rich, savory scent drifted up through the slits of his helmet.

"Something amazing, from the smell," you sighed, and Nebarra didn't have to look to know you were drooling.

"Just a little sometime to hold you over," the Argonian demurred, handing you a bowl as well. "Thought I'd experiment with some of the flora I've gathered thus far."

That gave Nebarra pause. "Wait – experiment? That's settled, I'm not eating this."

"If you don't want it–"

Your words were drowned out by Khash's eager shout of, "I'll eat it! I'll take your bowl!" She rushed over to him, red eyes trained on the food.

"Khash, you had your share," Xelzaz chided. "Any more and you won't have room for the rest of dinner."

"Yes, I will! I have room for anything you make."

"She's got a point," you laughed, and Nebarra slowly, wordlessly handed her the bowl.

"I'll go keep watch," he grumbled, turning away.

"Oh, don't be like that! Nebarra!" When he didn't respond, you sighed, calling after him, "Alright, go sulk! I'll make sure Xelzaz doesn't poison your share, though you kind of deserve it!"

His back still towards you, Nebarra raised his hand in a rude gesture, and your laughter rang through the night.

Some thirty minutes later, he heard footsteps approaching; he didn't need to turn to know it was you. Your tread was distinct from the others, weighted with determination and confidence, whereas Xelzaz's was soft and steady, and Khash's light and hesitant.

"Here. Eat." Despite the short words, your tone was gentle, and Nebarra looked over to see you holding a plate out towards him, laden with a slab of meat and wild berries to the side. "It's delicious, and unpoisoned."

"How would you know?" he sniffed, catching a whiff of the food in the process. It... did smell amazing. "Did you try it?"

"I did, actually. Stole some of your steak when Xelzaz wasn't looking. And since I'm still standing here pestering you, I guess that means it's clean."

Nebarra paused, eyes training on your face. Half of it was wreathed in shadow, only the gleam of your eyes visible; the other half was illuminated by the campfire, revealing the soft smile you wore.

You... had a nice smile.

And before he could stop himself, he mumbled, "You're not... pestering me."

Surprise flickered in your gaze – surprise, and something else. Something he told himself he didn't recognise, refused to recognise.

After a moment, you said softly, "That's... good to hear, then. Because I have something else for you, too." Reaching down with your free hand, you pulled something from your belt and held it out before him. "I saved one, 'cause it reminded me of you."

Nebarra stared. There, held gently between your fingers, was a dragon's tongue flower, petals open wide and colours vibrant in full bloom. "This... reminded you of me?"

"It's gold. Just like you."

"...You really do have trouble with your eyesight, don't you? These are orange."

"Eh, close enough." You shrugged, the smile never leaving your face.

Slowly, Nebarra reached out and, ignoring the plate of food, took the flower carefully, delicately from your grasp, cradling it in his palm. "...Am I supposed to say thank you?"

"You just did." As he raised a brow from the shadows of his helm, you set the plate on a nearby rock and tapped the gauntlet that held the flower. "You accepted it."

He couldn't deny it. "Think you got me all figured out then, huh?"

Something in your smile shifted, your gaze flickering. "No. Not yet, anyways. But... I think I'd like to." And with that, you turned on your heel and walked away, leaving him alone in the dark, stunned.

And that night, as he sat in the shadows of the campfire, he stared at the flower for a long, long time.

#nebarra #nebarra skyrim #skyrim nebarra #skyrim #tes 5 #whisper writes #finally wrote that thing from my tags ages ago #and by ages i mean like a week lmaoo #also i now officially have the headcanon now that khash likes to munch on clovers and i don't know what to do with this thought #anyway in other news im so tired?? like for some reason writing Just Tonight REALLY drained me #i dont know how to describe it other than the fact that writing it felt like.... it took something from me? #idk man maybe i just burnt myself out a little; i haven't written so much and been so intent about it in actual years #tragically im not even happy about how it turned out but tbfh when is an artists ever satisfied with their own work??? neverrrr #im so tired man lol #i wanna keep working on the second part of just tonight and I have ideas for it but i just.... cannot right now lol #anyway off to play more skyrim and hopefully recharge #starting an altmer mage/college of winterhold playthough with only altmer followers #so that means im grabbing nebs; caryalind; taliesin; rumarin; idrinth; and eventually Telmiltarion since I downloaded summerset isle too #he has a standalone verison that doesnt require the full mod but #figured i'd play through the whole thing at least once since it ties into the cow story anyways #help why does “college of winterhold” abbreviate to fuckin COW I just noticed😭 #anywho... ive never actually played with tel or idrinth before so im actually a little nervous; i hope i like them lol #wanted to try daegon too but then i saw she was pulled for updates and was like nuuuuu #might see about posting a screenie once i've got the whole crew together #anyway im off to go play for reals this time lol bye

[whatudottu]

If I thought the Transformers (Aligned) timeline was convoluted, god the Trollhunters timeline is fucked beyond all hell, and worse of all because they use Merlin - bloody MERLIN - as a character that created the amulet there's an upper limit of time Trollhunters have existed before, heck even Myrddin Wyllt his welsh name (and canonical alternate name in the show), Merlin stops being the Merlin from human myth and starts becoming Merlin a similarly named folkloric character in troll myth-

I wonder if I, a fan coming in at minimum 2023, am arriving to this a little late but- if this isn't going to be a timeline rewrite then let me complain about how specific canonical details contradict with one another, including the glaringly obvious issue of Wizard's addition to the timeline, making Deya the Deliverer the first Trollhunter and thus practically erasing most of the historical Trollhunters or conforming to fit them all in a timeline of 900ish years.

I'll address the elephant in the room when we get to it, but let's set up the basics, both for me and any viewer not already in the know (given that my audience is mostly from transformers and ben 10, I'd say it's a lot of you).

Trolls and humans got off to a bad start, humans living on the surface and trolls having originated from a realm called the Darklands, accessible from a bridge (a gateway) Kilahead bridge. Like with any civilisation there are good and bad trolls, the baddest being Orlagk the Oppressor, leader of the Gumm-Gumms. Having been introduced to the surface, trolls fought with the humans who already lived on it creating the War for the Surface Lands, and their fighting lead the first Heartstone (a gigantic magical gem that serves as the centre of troll caverns, healing them and providing power) to corrupt and birth Gunmar. This war lasted for millennia, Gunmar taking over leadership of the Gumm-Gumms after slaying Orlagk at some vague point, up until the Battle of Kilahead Bridge where the Gumm-Gumms were sealed away in the Darklands again thanks to the Trollhunter Deya the Deliverer.

Okay, sure, that doesn't sound very bad at first, up until you realise that the Battle of Kilahead Bridge was 900 years prior to the series (2016 was it's release date) and thus in the year 1116 AD give or take; the legend of Merlin as a magician, a wizard, was in the 12th century which would've been instead at minimum 1300 AD that's 200 years of difference. Not to mention Angor Rot - a character and antagonist in the show - came begging for magic to stop Gunmar's armies from destroying more and more independant troll tribes, like his own, in 1200 AD at least. Why in the fucking hell would Angor Rot bother to risk his own soul asking for magic, from a sorcerer known as (among many things) the Eldritch Queen, if Gunmar and his Gumm-Gumms were already kept within the Darklands. Gunmar's son Bular, the one Gumm-Gumm to not be banished, is surely not that much of a threat to not one but multiple villages it would send someone to the doorstep of the Pale Lady. In addition, Angor Rot was responsible for killing at least a few Trollhunters, one known and named being Voltar the Voracious, who was the only Trollhunter given an exact year of choosing in 1578. And the fucker is listed BEFORE Deya on the wiki but that alone doesn't mean anything, however she does die in 1620 to Bular, 396 years before the show.

Alright then, so you look at Merlin's mythological existence and go 'now what about the whole thing about millenia' because 12th century doesn't allow the War for the Surface Lands to have a Trollhunter, even with 11 named Trollhunters that come presumably before Deya (Unkar the Unfortunate, despite being trained by Blinky who in human standards - assuming his human body tells us his age - is probably about middle age give or take, fought in the time Gumm-Gumms were still around even if slain by Bular). Given that Trollhunters itself references Merlin's original Welsh name Myrddin (and his in show last name is Ambrosius, which would be Emyrs in the original Welsh, as opposed to Wyllt for 'of the wild), I thought that potentially looking into when Myrddin first came around I would be able to get a better timeline; Myrddin Wyllt was said to have been born - and not just the legend - in 540 AD, which gives between that and 2016 1476 years to work with, allowing the 400ish years ago that Deya died (and the 438 years from when Voltar had the amulet) and the millenia's worth of war the War for the Surface Lands took.

Done deal, right?

Well guess what, some fucker named Spar the Spiteful (not even the first Trollhunter like Deya so proclaims to be) died 5200 years before Jim, our protagonist and first HUMAN Trollhunter, ever picked up the mantle. 5200 years before 2016 is the bloody fucking 4th millenium BC. This period included the beginnings of the Bronze Age, and was the bloody time WRITING was invented! And in Spar's time, there was no DOMESTIC HORSES! HORSE RIDING DIDN'T BLOODY EXIST WHEN SPAR DIED HOW FUCKED IT THAT!?

God FUCKING DAMN IT!

Fine, I can work with this.

Merlin in the show is all the old man we think of him as in myth, but he's also still old when we go back in time to when the Battle of Kilahead Bridge takes place, albeit it without a full head of grey hairs (how does the old man age more than his teen/young adult apprentice) potentially as a young sorcerer/wizard/whatever they use these terms interchangeably, Merlin or Myrddin created the Amulet of Daylight. You could even give more wriggle room between whenever trolls came to the surface and when Merlin made the amulet, because although Orlagk was a figure explicitly older than Gunmar, there is no mention of an amulet without Gunmar simply a time when he was still not a leader. In fact, given that Merlin's original name - Myrddin - came from a riddle designed with the intent to kill Gunmar, a piece informing the Trollhunter teams how to kill Gunmar rather than Orlagk the original leader, perhaps it's befitting to make Myrddin technically younger than the trolls; given that the original purpose of the Amulet of Daylight was not to kill Gunmar but to protect trolls, seeing as how one of the keys to Gunmar's destruction is a Triumbric Stone (one of 3) that resulted in the death of Orlagk, the amulet can date to before Gunmar and have been made after the Gumm-Gumms took out their rage on other trolls instead of humans alone.

The Trollhunter after Spar the Spiteful was Boraz the Bold, named that specifically for taking on 1000 Gumm-Gumms, was killed by Bular who was - as I said - Gunmar's son. While that does not mean that Spar the previous Trollhunter existed before Bular did, it does mean that by the time Boraz was selected after Spar's position Bular was competent enough to slay a Trollhunter, especially one as 'Bold' as Boraz who felled a thousand Gumm-Gumms before falling to 1001. It would mean that his father Gunmar would be much older, potentially tracking further and further back in time and putting Orlagk's death deeper and deeper into the War for the Surface Lands, potentially even aligned Orlagk's death and the Triumbric Stone's creation to a period humans heard of Myrddin, the death of Orlagk potentially landing in 540 AD, perhaps even in 573 AD where an actual battle took place, the Battle of Arfderydd; this details a Riderch Hael, King of Alt Clut (Stratclyde, a Brittonic kingdom in northern... well... Britain, which got annexed in the 11th century AKA 1000 AD to become part of the emerging Kingdom of Scotland) slaughtering the forces of a Gwenddoleu ap Ceidio, Myrddin having gone mad watching that defeat.

The remaining named Trollhunters, ones that weren't explicitly dated and timed, are in a bullshit order on the Wiki that I just have to piece together what is being said to put together a timeline.

Maddrux the Many, he/him in the show and she/her in the comics, was canonically an active Trollhunter before another, Araknak the Agile, was either born or an actual functioning adult; Araknak is the ancestor of the previously mentioned (and assumed to be) middle aged Blinkous Galadrigal and his brother (an older brother or twin depending on who you quote) Dictatious Maximus Galadrigal, the pair being present for the Battle of Kilahead Bridge and still alive by 2016 and idk about Tatious but Blinky appears in 2017 or at least whenever RoTT takes place. To use the term ancestor instead of grandparent or even parent, which technically ancestor can be used on either anyway, means that the exact family history is undetermined. However, we can place Maddrux at the very least on the timeline where Orlagk was still active in, seeing as that was her major enemy in the comics.

At the end of her service instead of going directly to Araknak, a Trollhunter preceded him in Magmar the Molten, the only known mountain troll to be a wielder of Daylight. Interesting to note, Araknak learnt from Magmar a certain combat move so, even before his selection by the amulet Araknak was already preferring the lifestyle of a warrior in comparison to his scholar parents; a trait that outlasted the warrior spirit and descended to the Galadrigals however many years later. Mentioned specifically as preceding not only Araknak but Tellad-Urr, we have another date to place as Tellad-Urr the Triumphant - very soon to be Tellad-Urr the Terrible - was active until 501 CE where Orlagk was still alive; how convientient. It helps that Gogun the Gentle - his immediate successor - would be the only Trollhunter to die of old age, potentially because Gunmar was too busy killing Orlagk and Orlagk too busy being dead for either of them to do anything.

Hopefully Gogun was already an old fart because the oldest recorded troll Chokeenamaga lived to 5352 years and I have no idea if that's slightly above average, notably old, or specific to a troll type (like for example, mountain trolls may have the longest average lifespan of all trollkin), and it's not like I can look at the show for any reference because Draal the Deadly, son of Kanjigar the Couragous and the previous Trollhunter did not age between 900 years yet there are no troll whelps in modern Trollmarket, let alone the fact that the Battle of Kilahead Bridge according to our established Trollhunters could not have happened before 1578 but must have happened between then and 1620. And Draal is an adult in modern day but is rather impulsive and I do not know if that is simply a troll trait or the trait of a twenty something year old that should've had a different design in the past but couldn't because of the limitations of 3D show animation (Prime fans would know or at least see visually that you can't just design a cybertronian version of a bot's root mode without things getting expensive, it's why Skyquake couldn't fly despite looking the same before and after alt mode acquisition).

Speaking of age, this is also the time where Aaarrrgghh!!! was a teenager, which either means that Blinky is actually much younger than Aaarrrgghh!!! or there is another Trollhunter or few between Araknak the Agile and Tellad-Urr the Terrible; 5200 years is a lot of grounds to cover, especially with a Trollhunter dying of age between it. Tellad-Urr has an appearance similar to Kanjigar, and given that it's a book cover rather than a 3D model there may be grounds for him being of the same tribe as Kanjigar if not an ancestor like Araknak to Blinky. It could work give or take, especially since 'ancestor' is less of an official word and more of a footnote for someone's opinion, but it isn't word of god nor anything found in any media.

And keeping with age (last one I promise) Gorgus the Gorgeous, referenced in terms used by modern trolls 'By Gorgus' or 'Great Gorgus', was one of the youngest Trollhunters to be chosen. Whether he was younger than Jim Lake Jr, 16 years old at his time of getting the amulet, depends on what the hell the age of 24 fucking means to a troll. Is it the equivalent of 24 years in troll years? If so then why the hell does he begin training 32 troll years later at age 56 if he wasn't chosen to have the amulet at 24 human years old. What is 24 human years to a troll. NotEnrique, a changeling (troll whelp cursed to change into a human, can do so at will) is canonically a few centuries old, and he is fresh from the Darklands after replacing a human baby Enrique. He at a few centuries old is able to throw and host a troll party at his age, and maybe changeling's age differently and a changeling hosting a troll party would be very new because haha discrimination, but no troll flinches at the concept. And a few centuries could be considered more than 2 (being a few it's already more than 1) so the more centuries you tack on to this college type frat party host the more and more Gorgus' age becomes terrifyingly young like exorbitantly so.

If a few centuries means 'ability to host a party where full grown trolls do keg stands' then 24 probably means whelp, baby, a fucking toddler by troll standards, assuming changelings follow troll aging standards against their human mimicking physical development standards. If a 24 year old Trollhunter is only ONE OF the youngest Trollhunters, who was the youngest? Predestined at bloody birth!? Gorgus started training at age 56, presumably when he was old enough to wield a sword, being trained by none other than Kanjigar himself; Gorgus died during training when a group of Gumm-Gumms attacked, an arrow hitting him in the head. If NotEnrique was an adult, or at the very least on the cusp of it, at a few centuries old - more than 1, probably more than 2 - then what of someone at age 56, less than a few centuries, less than one. Whether Kanjigar was a father at the time or not, loosing a kid under his guidance - to death no less - would've stuck with anyone. Why was this child sentenced to death, and so young too. One can argue all the Trollhunters to failed to live up to legacy, who became their own version of Unkar the Unfortunate, were sentenced to death and fated to die young. Gogun may have defied fate and beat the ticking clock, but Gorgus the Gorgeous - a gorgeous child, a son to parents that will never see their little boy again - proved that there is no outrunning the clock for the bells toll for thee.

If Unkar was before Gorgus, then it is to be presumed that by dying on his first night - after 6 hours of training - that Gorgus the Gorgeous was failed by Blinkous in the same way Unkar had been. The next Trollhunter in line was summoned too soon, so because of Blinky's failure the trolls against Gumm-Gumms were without a defender, potentially reducing the remaining candidates for better trainers by slaughtering them before the Trollhunter was of age. If Unkar was after Gorgus, then Kanjigar needed to step away from training, even as it was his task given to the aging elder Rundle, potentially a younger but very busy Vendel, an elder by proxy of everyone else dying on the edges of Gumm-Gumm blades. He couldn't sacrifice another child to death, and as the amulet falls onto the arrogant overconfident Unkar, Kanjigar could not bare to have stone dust on his hands again. Blinkous Galadrigal (there is no mention of Dictatious despite the presence of Gumm-Gumms in Unkar's time) is tasked to train Unkar, to teach him the tennants of Trollhunter and put to good use his scholarly teachings and pray that the soul of his Trollhunter ancestor guides him. Unfortunately - as Unkar will be enshrined in by title - you cannot let a scholar do a warrior's duty.

However way it plays out, Blinky was young (or at least younger), and his failure marked his reputation for centuries.

There is a Grimbald the Grave, trained with Kanjigar AND Deya, which would definitely place that before 1620 and potentially before 1578; Voltar wasn't mentioned to have been trained by either, but given that he was the last Trollhunter before Deya (at the very least in close proximity), Grimbald most likely came before. Now this seems like a non-issue, if you consider Grimbald against our timeline nothing seems to be wrong, potentially Kanjigar's age since he's been around for a while but his son's an adult in the modern day so he could potentially be older than Blinky who knows. But I have an elephant to address and since it's been so long since I brought it up it's been drinking tea this whole time.

Wizards, the third installment of the Tales of Arcadia series, sequel to Trollhunters, introduces to audiences that Deya the Deliverer was originally Callista the Calamity, a troll who's tribe had been wiped out by humans and had been living in human custody since she was a whelp (or of an age that she had forgotten her name). Deya makes the timeline such a mess, because her first appearance in the comics, she was of an age where Rundle - Vendel's father - was the elder of Glastonbury Tor Trollmarket at the time of Deya, the Trollmarket before Dwoza which is the Trollmarket before Arcadia. Rundle was around in 501 AD, but it was his father Kilfred who was the elder and his son Vendel was of age enough to help in consulting, however old that is. In Wizards however, Vendel was the elder of Dwoza before Deya was Deya and when Callista was still an outcast, and even then he was only the elder by proxy, signs of his father Rundle or of Kilfred missing. Of course however Rundle could have been elder of Dwoza, as his father before him was elder of Glastonbury Tor, simply that he was potentially slain potentially died of old age and that Vendel being one of the few older than most of the Dwozan trolls took over in his father's stead.

The issue with Deya is that I really like the Callista part of her backstory, of being an outsider, an outcast, in the world of trolls that still hated humanity but held a deeper fear of the Gumm-Gumms. Diaspora for trolls, Callista the Calamity is seen as a human pet despite her wanting to find her way home, a home she can never go back to because it had been destroyed long ago; the one place that she could be accepted don't because they see her as too human, a far cry to being called a monster by humans but certainly not relieving. But she had become Deya, and found her footing as the Deliverer, by turning the Trollhunter from a single force to fighting alone to rallying a bunch of... gravellors? (Whatever, I like to think of Dwoza as essentially a refugee tribe given it's diversity in comparison to the Krubera tribe who are only krubera and the Quagawump tribe who are only - save for the generic troll king Angor killed - quagawumps) to fight one last fight against the Gumm-Gumms and ending the War for the Surface Lands.

...SO... that probably means that Grimbald was trained exclusively by Kanjigar after the whole Unkar and/or Gorgus ordeal and eventually got the Trollhunter's amulet himself when Deya was slain, her sacrifice delivering the migrating trolls of Dwoza a chance to get to the New World (or the Americas). Oh and their migration was after Vendel and some king wrote a truce called 'The Pact', which - I mean - it's described as a feeble truce and with a name like that I don't blame it, where they promise to stop eating humans and limited their diet to cats and used clothes which well- they might've broke on the journey to the New World because hiding in the cramped ballast of a 1600s era boat isn't fun nor is it fast. But regardless-

I think for a sense of cohesion, let me pull out an almost timeline for this post.

Trolls who had previously been in the Darklands somehow get to the surface

Tensions between trolls and the already present humans grows beginning the War for the Surface Lands

The intensity of the war corrupts the first Heartstone, giving birth to Gunmar

A young wizard Myrddin creates the Amulet of Daylight and gifts it to the good trolls

Spar the Spiteful gets the amulet. He dies 5200 years ago

Boraz the Bold gets the amulet. He dies to Bular, Gunmar's son.

Maddrux the Many gets the amulet

Magmar the Molten, the first mountain troll Trollhunter, gets the amulet

Araknak the Agile, ancestor to Blinkous and Dictatious Galadrigal, gets the amulet

Tellad-Urr the Triumphant, turned Tellad-Urr the Terrible, gets the amulet. He is killed in 501 AD

Gogun the Gentle gets the amulet.

Orlagk the Oppressor is slain by Gunmar. Gunmar loses an eye

Gogun dies of old age.

Angor Rot makes a pact with the Pale Lady, trading his soul for her magic

Unkar the Unfortunate gets the amulet. He dies 6 hours later

Gorgus the Gorgeous, one of the youngest Trollhunters, gets the amulet. He dies at age 56

Grimbald gets the amulet

Voltar the Voracious, born of two minds, gets the amulet in 1578. He dies to Angor Rot and his soul is stolen

Deya the Deliverer, previously Callista the Calamity, gets the amulet

The Battle of Kilahead Bridge is fought. Gunmar is defeated and the Gumm-Gumms (+ Dictatious Galadrigal) are trapped in the Darklands

Deya dies against Bular, last remaining Gumm-Gumm on the surface, in 1620

Kanjigar the Couragous, trainer of many Trollhunters, gets the amulet. He dies to Bular in 2016

James Lake Junior gets the amulet, and the events of the series take place

So, members of the Trollhunter fandom, how'd I do? If you stuck around this long, welcome to my gimmick, long posts :)

Hoo boy how should I tag this?

#trollhunters #toa #rambling #headcanon #idk this is a timeline rewrite but not a rewrite yaknow #like i'm interested in what the book timeline might have to offer #but idk #this took me several hours to write #give or take 4 hours maybe #not every trollhunter in the history of trollhunting is named because not every trollhunter has been listed #and kanjigar is only noted as the trainer of trollhunters because he's the one trollhunter to have experience with trollhunting i suppose #also- its one thing to have longevity as a species (i come from the transformers fandom those robots are fucking old) #it's another to have fathers and ancestors and dying of old age without considering how that shit works #like the oldest lived troll is in the 5 thousands right? is it the equivalent of 100 years old for humans? #like is the typical age of an elder troll 4000? is it just as likely they might cark it at 3000? #that's 80 and 60 in human terms- maybe the common age of an elder troll is 3500 at a human 70 equivalent #24 years in comparison to 5000 years is like a 6 month old human baby #56 compared to 5000 is 1 year old but surely that is not the case #trolls are apparently born egg-like... as egg-like taking a piece of each other literally and putting them together as one object #that eventually hatches into a troll whelp is egg-like... the parts i mean are heartstones which i think are hearts #draal is described to have hatched this way with ballustra and kanjigar splitting their heartstones #what the hell are gronknuts then meta answer kicking people between the legs is integral to kid comedy #okay i'm going to stop looking at my screen i don't have a mirror but my eyes feel like they're red

[paradoxikaa]

hey. elias hodge autistic headcanon, hm?

more in the tags, mild spoilers of ep 2

#mentopolis #i like this headcanon :) can't get over how compelling elias is as a character #of course he doesn't have to be interpreted as autistic but for me at least #like. burnt out overachieving teacher's/boss' pet who's gone through life somewhat disassociated from certain parts of his psyche/senses #trained himself to run on constant cortisol and self-denial/punishment to fulfill expectations and fulfill the potential people see in him #able to almost completely check out from workplace politics and hyperfixate on work and ambition #like come on. neurodivergent gifted kid who didn't burn out or get disillusioned quickly enough to stop him from becoming an employer's tool #not to mention some of conrad and the fix's social awkwardness being super relatable #like arghhh. my god. the amount of lying to and numbing and controlling himself he might have had to do to keep a place in his society #the way he took that skating incident so much to heart and locked up a part of himself so rigidly to try not to be hurt anymore #in those ways i relate to the fella i rlly do

[soulsxng]

Another thing that these charts made me start thinking about again, is the whole gender issue with the Elohim angels. They're all able to more or less change at will to whatever they want/suits their view of themselves, with the help of the Sacred Waters. (minus Enoch and Elijah, who don't need it, but struggle to actually change, the longer they stay in one particular form) But shortly after they were all created, their father, who had long since been driven mad by an affliction called the tzowld (which I have to write a little thing about eventually, but today is not that day!), ordered them to all take male forms.

Though he never outright expressed to them why he wanted them to do so, they've all done a good deal of speculation about it. That it's because he wanted them to be closer to him than their mother, Heaven, or because he didn't want to be reminded of their mother as much as possible when he looked at them. They don't believe that it's because of anything like him seeing males as "superior" to other genders and sexes, since...really, he only cared enough to believe that he was superior to everyone else.

Regardless of his reasoning though, with their father (and mother, for that matter) now dead, they're free to take whatever form they wish to. Which has had me wondering if any of them would choose to do so, since almost half of them-- Jophiel (nb), Sachiel (f), Jehiel (f), and Yeheriel (inter) out of the older Elohim siblings, and Gabriel (nb), Remiel (nb), and Azrael (inter) out of the younger siblings, as well as Enoch (f)-- originally chose/weren't male before that.

And I realized that, while two or three of them might have already done so (I'm thinking probably Eri, Emi, and maybe Azra though I see him more-so going back and forth as he pleases), the rest have probably just stayed as they are. The main reasons being that they haven't really fully realized "Hey, I have a choice in this now" yet, or because they're just so used to it that even if they wanted to change, they'd probably feel like they were doing something wrong (Jophi and Sachi). Or they're so used to it that they've just become more comfortable staying as they are. (Gabe and Jehi)

As for Enoch, it's more a mix of the second one, where it would feel like he was doing something wrong, but more-so just that it would feel so incredibly vulnerable to him. It would be like he was suddenly walking around completely naked, or something. Not to mention it just brings up some bad memories for him...so even if a part of him does want to change back, (or more likely, just to be able to change to whatever he likes, whenever he likes) I'm not sure if he'll be able to convince himself to do so any time soon.

#[Enoch -headcanons-] #[Elohim -headcanons-] #see me taking the lazy way out in tagging since the other Elohim primarily affected are side muses alksdfna #anyway yeah an extra little tidbit about the Enoch part of things #is that he's always been somewhat jealous of Baphomet #Who has always been able to be whatever he wants to be and still be accepted for it-- in terms of gender and appearance #but also just in general #...though Eno /is/ aware that it took Baet a long time to become comfortable with himself in a number of those more general ways #anyway I digress #back to the chart stuff

[kalloway]

tumblr’s feeling pretty dead for me (in terms of engagement) anymore so i don’t feel so shy about sharing this dumb Bloodborne art i did back in november im never gonna actually finish lmao

it’s for a fic i haven’t finished (or even posted) yet... there is a trend here 🙈

anyway Micolash is the slug man, change my mind

#art #artists on tumblr #fanart #bloodborne #bloodborne fanart #bloodborne oc #myart #despite the fic not centering on the augur of ebrietas in this picture... it really ought to be lmao #was very inspired by a fic i read where a choir member fed their augur some crumbs or smth from a table and i was like !!!!!! #LET THE FUNKY LITTLE GUYS BE THEIR OWN ENTITIES #also slugs are cute anyway so this is perfect #anyway i stg my one friend almost disowned me when i admitted i have read manymanymany fics with Micolash in it and like #i dont simp for him i just think ppl have some interesting ideas/headcanons for him thats all #he’s the resident weirdo and honestly im more 👀 for Valtr anyway if im being honest LMAO so this is fine #I wanna go full brainrot for Bloodborne again so the fic can like exist lmao but... im so close to finishing Sekiro #and finishing Sekiro means I can FINALLY play Elden Ring lmao so like... i have to be STRONG 😤 #fics will wait even if I’d posted part of it already ya know? #anyway maybe tumblr will just turn into my wip/sketch blog #the lack of notes on anything when I *do* post just kinda draw further attention to some doubts ive been having lately #namely like... my value? like people only value fanart and it took me so long to get *out* of that mindset #but now im like staring into the void again like ‘damn maybe i should give up the oc shit and go back to fanart only’ 😔 #so maybe i need to sit down and reassess my relationship with art again... i feel kinda stagnated atm anyway #but in my defense i have been busy so i haven’t drawn as much as I’ve wanted to #but blehhh NOT ME TACKING THIS STUFF ONTO A FUN POST #i should try to do this dumb idea i had based on the fact I had like 50+ pearl slugs in my inventory when i beat Bloodborne last time #tfw ur pockets are just filled to the brim with slugs

[llettucestuff]

This was supposed to be a short thing about a hc I have where Chase’s frame is a bit colder than normal, and Heatwave’s a bit warmer. Instead, this kind of derailed and became… whatever this is. It’s very self-indulgent and probably a little OOC lol. This particular fic has Chase and Heatwave as Amica Endura’s btw, but I won’t always write them like that.

ALSO I haven’t written for Transformers in like, a REALLY long time so please excuse any missed terminology :]

ALSO ALSO Chase is kinda inspired by @/delkios HCs here on tumblr from like 2016, and this series on AO3, which is also inspired by delkios. More on that in the tags. Enjoy!

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Chase muses about the general nuances between him and his Amica, and their overall relationship in relation to Griffon Rock.

Or, Chase runs cold. Heatwave runs hot. They make it work.

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Despite his core temperature being at an optimal point for functioning, Chase still ran decidedly cold, through no fault of his own. He’d been that way ever since he was a sparkling, sitting in front of heaters trying to warm up his endlessly cool servos and pedes, never really feeling truly warm, servos always either burning hot or in their natural state of permanent cold.

His Amica, the mech after Chase’s own spark, on the other hand, ran hot like an earth furnace. Chase recalls being told various stories of Heatwave trying to cool himself down, sneaking into freezers and other places mechlings like him shouldn’t be. It was almost funny, the way they were trying to achieve the opposite of what the other was. Maybe that’s why they work so well together.

Chase’s servos were always a touch too cold to be pleasant or fully “normal,” digits sometimes stiff with inclement weather coupled with a chilled frame, Heatwave’s palms always warm and grounding, frame hot like his temper.

They were equilibrium for each other, opposites in the regard of outward frame temperature, always ready to cool one down or warm the other up. It worked, and that’s why they were Amicas.

(Not just for that sole fact, Chase would input, musing that Heatwave’s companionship meant much more to him than his admitted handiness as a personal heater).

That fact, that is, their cool and heat swapping tendencies, hasn’t changed in the many, many vorns that they had known each other, even pre-Amica Endura status. So, given that, it isn’t expected by either of them for it to change once they meet the rest of the Sigma-17 rescue team, where they meet Blades and Boulder, or when they hit Griffon Rock and discover their new mission— and it doesn’t, as they predicted so.

(It’s a touch curious and a bit of a wonder how neither Boulder nor Blades discovered their Amica status before Griffon Rock. It’s not like either we’re being particularly subtle, but they supposed that their combined general professionalism probably skewed the other two bots’ perception of them, and any private time between themselves was usually during recharge time, or so subtly done that it was overlooked. Chase would find it funny if he wasn’t so concerned about his friends perceptiveness.)

Apparently, after scanning their new vehicle modes, Chase and Heatwave’s frame temperature translated, to a degree, to the inside of their cabins. This doesn’t necessarily cause a bad problem, but, minor complications do arise.

Sometimes, Kade would gripe about the heat during the summer months, complaining that the heat made him sticky. Sometimes, Chief Burns would be a touch chilled when first entering Chase’s cab, though he never really commented on such.

Both were easily fixed and placated with the flick of a dial that had the Chief murmuring gratefully, sinking in to the warmth with a subtle but firm pat to the dashboard. On the other hand, it had Kade and Heatwave grouching at each other loudly until Heatwave finally cranked the AC as high as it would go, and, in a most petulant manner, they would spat for a few minutes longer, then acquiesce; although both Chase and Cody were proud to announce the fact that these spats and arguments had become fewer in frequency over the course of time, a fact that they took immense satisfaction in: it meant they were getting along, working together, tolerating each other’s presence. They still fought, surely, because that’s just who they were as people (and cybertronian).

(Chase would not divulge Heatwave’s late-night ramblings about his parter, ranging from words not meant for the likes of little audials, to worries about his human friend. Heatwave was shudder-to-think that Kade would actually realize that Heatwave listens to him, much less cares about him, in the covertly roundabout way that Heatwave does when he meets new people that seem to grow on him. Yes, Chase was sure Heatwave’s quiet affections were born out of nothing but pure concern about the fragileness of his squishy human partner and the rest of the Burns family.)

At the end of the day, when they had the time to spare and a near-certain guarantee of no impending emergencies to disrupt them, Heatwave would sit on the bot-sized couch, Chase’s helm cradled delicately in his lap, and they could bask in each others’ presence and talk in their native vernacular, occasionally watching human TV or reading datapads and books alike. Of course, they would swap positions interchangeably— it all depended on how the two felt on that particular night.

Heatwave’s heat would leach into Chase’s cool, and the two mechs would sit there, basking in the steady, familiar equilibrium of their soothed sparks and evenly-temperatured frames.

Sometimes, one of them would instead lay down on the couch like it was a squishy berth, and the other could lay on top, trading coolness for warmth (and vise versa), and let the steadiness wash over them, EM fields melding lazily, and systems shutting down to fall into an easy, quiet recharge.

It was peaceful. Routine, when they could afford it. Nice, even, though they would argue on separate fronts that any one-on-one time with their Amica was beyond just “nice”.

It was the perfect way to recharge, Heatwave thought, never one to shy away from physical affection (in the many gruff forms he typically dished it out in) with someone he loved. If Chase could have it his way, they would do this every night, holding servos and muttering halting words and conversations half-thought out to each other into the gentle quiet of the bunker.

Chase’s normally rigid, borderline inexpressive field going almost wiggly and boneless, blanketing over them as he grumbled tiredly over his Amica, shifting as he knocked their helms together gently in a spur of the moment bout of (what sometimes felt like an overwhelming amount of) affection.

Heatwave gave his servo a gentle squeeze, making soothing little sounds to calm the policebot back into recharge and settling his own field over the two of them, engine purring quietly in contentment. Heatwave was quick to glare and snap at any of the other bots that might come near them that were in the “living room” part of the bunker with them, mostly for fear that they might make a nasty comment on their admittedly compromising condition, though that happening in and of itself was a rare occurrence due to the timing of their little quiet moments, and the sheer respect the other two held for them.

It was actually Boulder who found them the first time it happened on Earth, Heatwave recharging so deeply his engine was stuttering, with his helm cradled in Chase’s lap with one of Chase’s servos supporting his neck plating.

Boulder had stopped and looked, eyeridge quirking up in a decidedly learned human gesture, to which Chase merely brushed him off with a wave of his free servo and a flick of his field dismissively, returning to his datapad. Boulder, ever the calm, non-confrontational mech, had never mentioned it after the fact, drawing his own conclusions in the privacy of his mind (with maybe a few snapped photos for his memory files, just in case).

The second time, it was Blades who found them, Chase soundly recharging while leaning against Heatwave, their servos clasped between one another even in his recharge. Heatwave glanced up from the TV and glared at Blades with a viciousness that would earn him a scolding later, who skittered off without a word of question, a touch too skittish to try and ask the angry firemech until much, much later.

Heatwave was protective and touchy when it came to his Amica and their status, sue him.

Over the months, Boulder finally gathered some courage to ask Chase about their potential relationship, with all the grace of a thudding ballerina.

“We’re Amica Endura,” Chase had simply said after Boulder’s shy, stuttered question, almost smiling and most definitely pleased with himself, if the way tender emotion seeping onto his faceplate was any indication, “and have been for many vorns.”

“I see,” Boulder had replied, grinning and nodding, grateful that admittedly tactless way he asked the question hadn’t upset the policebot. “You two were partners back in the Academy.” It’s more of a statement than a question, prodding at the prospective double-meaning of the word.

“Heatwave was the only mech who wanted to be around me back in the Academy, given my… unique circumstances.”

“Unique—? Oh. Right. Sorry, Chase, I didn’t—“ realize, didn’t remember, didn’t know it affected your life like that— a frown, field tugging in, then Chase’s reassurance:

“It’s quite alright, Boulder. No bodily damage or any vulgar obscenities said, as the Chief says.”

“You mean ‘no harm, no foul’, Chase?” Heatwave entered the room with thudding pedesteps, looking between the two with half-formed suspicion lingering in his optics, arms crossed right against his chest. “What’s this about?” His field tugged at Chase’s with question and apprehension lingering between them, a silent what’s going on both said and not.

“Boulder was just inquiring about our Amica Endura status,” Chase informs, tone bordering on bright, his audial twitching in a different direction— most likely he heard something from upstairs, “And I find that we are the most probable source of reliable information about the subject, Heatwave, and our friend was merely curious.”

“Right.” Heatwave grunted, field tugging Chase’s briefly in something like relief and acceptance before patting his shoulder armor firmly and moving on, the brief contact exchanging both pleasant warmth and much-needed coolness.

“I think he’s a little…” Boulder trailed off, searching for a word that was less-rude than “prickly” or “overly worried”.

“Protective?” Chase hummed in question, helm tilting to the side, “I feel the same, but it is entirely warranted, given our past, and he is my Amica.” Chase says, like it explains everything, and, well, maybe it did, “I will stick by him, rites-willing.”

Boulder smiled in that soft, knowing way of his, optics warm. “Must be nice, having a sparkner all this time. I’m glad you have each other.”

“As am I. I’m grateful to have Heatwave for so long, and I’m want for nothing more in a partner.”

“That’s awfully sweet,” Bounder’s field went all soft, his affection tugging at Chase’s stiff field. “You balance each other out, now that I think about it.” Remembering all of the times Chase was able to calm Heatwave when he was on an irate, angry warpath with a servo to the shoulder plate and some hushed words exchanged in soft Cybertronian; all of the times Chase was stuck in a cyclical, logical thought-process and couldn’t see things from a different light had Heatwave telling him the facts point-blank, trying to drill his way through and urging Chase to attack the issue from a different, still somewhat logical connection.

Now that he thinks about it, Boulder recalls how Heatwave was always the mech that ran the warmest when they were on the Sigma, practically radiating heat in the endless, desolate cold of space that even they could feel. Chase was always the coldest, seemingly emanating a unique sort of cool that seemed permeated the space around him in some circumstances.

Opposites, indeed. But, Boulder thought, it was kind of fitting. Chase’s mouth tugged into that half-grin of his, “That we do. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Boulder, I have some studying to do.” And with that, Chase sauntered off, likely in search of his police manual.

“Huh. Wonder how we didn’t see it before.” Boulder mumbled to himself, shaking his helm fondly and turning around to go back to the bunker through the garage.

“See what?” Blades asked, turning the corner, “If there’s any gossip, I want to know!” Primus, he was sounding more and more like Dani every day.

“I, uh. Well, you see,” Boulder attempted, still unsure if the two Amicas wanted their relationship aired out.

Blades shot him a look, both teasing and intrigued. “Well?”

Scrap.

#OKAY SO quick lesson on the headcanons for Chase: #he’s something called a NET patient #which was a series of experiments on bots to make them behave a certain way #like certain bots of certain frames already had some similar personality traits #but NET took this to the extreme and shut of parts of mechs sparks in order to cut off certain emotions #Chase is one of these NET patients and struggles a little with things that aren’t totally logical #I don’t lean into it TOO too much BUT #spoilers for the fic past THIS tag so yk: #the part where Chase mentions ‘unique circumstances’ is reference to how he struggled to fit in during his Rescue Academy days #with mechs just in general being rlly mean to him EXCEPT for heatwave #then they became partners then amica’s (I called it sparkners at one point cuz like. spark-partner. sparkner. I thought it was clever LMAO) #but ANYWAY GO READ THE THINKER THE FEELER #I feel like it’s a bit of a fandom staple and I love it #I read it a few years ago when I was a little younger and as someone looking for rep in media #seeing chase portrayed like that will always be something near and dear to me #tf #transformers #tfrb #rescue bots #transformers rescue bots #tfprb #rescue bots heatwave #heatwave #rescue bots chase #chase #rescue bots Boulder #Boulder #rescue bots blades #blades #Cody burns

[monstrsball]

shaking the bars of my cage i need to talk about iwaoisuga or i'll die. okay, anyway, so. clothes sharing!!!

so much clothes sharing. whenever they have to separate again (long distance ://), they "accidentally" leave clothes with each other. a jacket in suga's closet, a sweater in iwa's backpack, a scarf in oikawa's duffel bag, etc. sometimes with handwritten notes tucked into the pockets. it's almost like a game to see if they can manage to do it without any of them noticing. (oikawa usually 'loses', he still leaves them with his clothes but he pouts about getting caught)

#my headcanons #iwaoisuga #looks at the time IT'S MIDNIGHT??? omg midnight iwoisg posting... #anyway #the jacket suga wears when he goes to the adlers vs msby game is iwa's. to me. the hoodie he's wearing underneath it is oikawa's. to me. #(delusional) #he likes layering their clothes a lot #and he texts them like 'i won' and they're both like ??? won what?? #(he doesn't elaborate) #sorry for the suga centric tags. this is a suga centric blog. #ALSO THIS TOOK ME FORTY MINUTES TO TYPE?? #part of that was me getting distracted cause im talking to ppl on discord #but it was also partially me giggling and kicking my feet like 'omg iwaoisuga' #girl be normal #also another part of it was me going idk how to end this post... how do you end posts #oh my god these tags are so long im so sorry

[talentforlying]

clocking in at midnight to say, do y'all ever think about how......there is some dark star at the heart of constantine that really, truly enjoys taking a fucking piece out of someone that wrongs him. that genuinely craves having power over people who are used to having that power themselves.

like, there's a reason that his principal driving forces are empathy and guilt: he cares a lot about people being wronged, and he gets absolutely fucking furious at the people who wrong them. what's more, he's clever enough to lash out in ways that ensure maximum damage without necessarily involving him directly. (instructing chas to pay people to break the legs of a guy that hurt one of his exes, involving ellie in a scheme to drop the archangel gabriel from grace) now, he always feels awful afterwards about taking such drastic steps, and the people he goes after are genuinely reprehensible fucks who deserved far worse, but the shit that he sets people up for in a fit of anger gets intense, man.

tbh i think he attributes that part of himself to his father. and it's part of why he struggles to look at himself in mirrors some days. i don't think he'll ever feel like he's left his father behind him, or broken the cycle, or outgrown the nasty bits of himself that made mistakes like newcastle, because he's never fully learned how to get that rage to go away before acting on it impulsively.

#( ooc. ) OUT OF CIGS. #this doesn't have to make sense tbh i'm rambling #but like him going all in for the tate club In Person? that was a BIG step in a new direction for him #and imo if he hadn't been able to reconcile with chas and gemma later? we could have seen a MUCH worse john constantine #someone who took his pound of flesh In Person and Enjoyed it. someone who never fully stopped grieving. #i think in a lot of ways the versions of him that show up in crap like neo-gothic and jld are truly his nightmare #bc those people are vindictive and nasty and wholly selfish. the way he was after cheryl died #except they never Stop being that way. he Did. they were built that way; he Wasn't #ANYWAY i talk a lot about how he doesn't like violence but imo that's in part bc he Craves it sometimes #and that's part of why one primary method of self-destruction is just finding someone to beat the shit out of him #bc then he can feel like a victim (which he knows how to be) and not like a potential aggressor (which he can't handle being) #idk if any of these phrases sound the way i want them to but we're just gonna chuck that all into the void and workshop tomorrow #( headcanons. ) I'M JUST LIKE THE BASTARDS I'VE HATED ALL ME LIFE.

[creechurfoundincheckerboardvoid]

Hola, i am the headcanon anon, May i have some dhmis or salad finger headcanons? (if not its fine)

hola!!!!!! buenos dias!!!!!!! or noches!!!!!! although that has entirely the wrong connotations if you translate it directly!!!!! i will GLADLY bestow some headcanons upon thee!!!!!!!!! i was gonna apologize for it being so long but no. suffer <3

ok we'll start with sal because there's only one of him

salad fingers

he doesn't have any concept of death. not for others, and not for himself, either. thus the lack of any sort of self-preservation instincts. there's only "going away" and "falling asleep." none of it is permanent.

he has died before, though. several times. several ways. he doesn't have a word for it in his head. it's just something that happens. it never lasts.

at least a hundred years old. i'm unsure what the human equivalent would be. with the way glass mother treats him, it's not entirely impossible for him to still be a kid. i mostly think of him as an adult, though, or ambiguous at best.

not a human, never was. some unspecified monster thing. an alien guy on an alien planet living his best life!! or worst life. depends how you look at it

an aquatic species. he has gills instead of a nose. his fingers are highly sensitive (and long) to navigate in dark water. breathes in both air and water equally fine. he's like a fucked up frog or something

the mirrorland (where glass mother and brother are) is his original home. he was cursed to live alone in the parallel reflection world as a particularly brutal punishment. it has been this way for decades. he doesn't think about it so much anymore. the desert wasteland is just his home now. he likes it that way.

as a sub-note of that, him destroying the mirrors at the end of 11 was him deciding to stay in the parallel land, and never return to where he came from. the desert wasteland has become more of a home to him than the mirrorland ever was.

his finger puppets are not sentient, but he pretends they are. he made them as friends for himself back when he was first sent to the other end of the mirror. it's been long enough for them to have developed personalities and tastes of their own.

hubert the flesh-boy was actually alive, somehow. it's possible that his outer casing died at the end of 11, and it had to be taken off of him so that he could keep living (in market and 12). either way, he's becoming increasingly sentient and i do not know what it means but it's cool as hell

completely unaware of his own peculiarity. it doesn't matter to him, really.

comic-salad specifically though. has been made aware of that. it's messed him up a bit more than he lets on

raptor hands king

i have absolutely no idea how tall he is!!!! i draw him to be just a bit smaller than red guy, which would put him at around six feet tall? 1.8 meters? except i've since noticed that he's only as tall as the shoulders of all those horses, and if they're average horses, that would make him like. my height. 5'4". small

the corpses that just show up in the desert wasteland are reflections of living things in the mirrorland

he and glass brother are not separate people. either glass brother is a reflection of salad's insecurities (or who he could have been, if he'd stayed behind), or salad and everything he does is a coping mechanism of glass brother's to deal with that living situation. i don't theorise as much as i used to but i still think about this one sometimes. yes i have a lot of contradictory headcanons lmao

his organs are all black, and so is his blood in the center of his body. everywhere else it's red.

i've liked salad fingers a lot longer than dhmis, and it was about the same time i was figuring out i'm neurodivergent (autistic specifically, years ago lol) and yeah that's why salad fingers is both the first and most cursed neurodivergent headcanon i have. tbh i was hesitant because "what if people say he's bad representation" but then i realised that i'm bad representation. like me the human person. so

oh yeah last one he is trans <3 lol

and now!! the puppets!!!! yay

yellow guy

okay so i know this is not exactly a popular opinion (and i'd thought the contrary for a while before), but yellow guy is an adult! i could ramble very extensively about the different possibilities for this but boy is this post getting laggy. unspecified exact age, though. he's autistic.

tbh is his imaginary friend he beamed the image into the minds of internet users and that's how it exists

this dude is aromantic that headcanon means so much to me :]

he has a very limited range of clothing that he likes to wear. he found one sweater that he liked and now almost exclusively wears different color variations of it with his overalls

very artistic-leaning. not so good with mathematics or remembering facts, but he's very imaginative and good with art. colors especially.

wants to be a clown someday. probably could

hard of hearing after time happened

mostly sensory-seeking. also when he happy stims he shakes his head really fast because!!! because

wouldn't it be fucked up if his blood was oil lol. wouldn't it be fucked up if roy's blood was oil

he's the most emotionally aware of the trio. unexpectedly good at reading people. he has all those strange fears (horses, eggs, sky, moon, that stuff), but he's never scared of the unusual. the unsettling, uncanny, unnatural. it does not bother him. he is attracted to the dark and macabre with the idea that they are something kind. and he's right about it, too. that's why he's friends with salad. he knows there's nothing to be afraid of.

^ that's my favorite yellow guy headcanon ever actually. if i think about it for too long i might cry

generally averse to touch. really not okay with unprompted physical contact. on the rare occasion where he does want to be touched, he'll initiate.

yellow has changed to be a lot more confrontational than he was in the webseries. he has a tendency towards physical violence and outbursts of that sort. he's a lot more rebellious than he was before. i suppose you could call it "growing up a little"?

i think of clayhill (the show) as taking place after the webseries as a sort of disconnected sequel. a Feltlands 2.0. like they made it out of the original simulation (into the forest), but couldn't make it far enough to escape for real. they've been reset to the awareness they had before, but the events of the webseries have affected their personalities in ways they don't understand the reason for. thus the new confrontational aspect to yellow's personality.

and for comic-yellow specifically, he has got quite the complex around abandonment. kind of easy to see where that came from.

i think that. the whole thing about yellow, beneath it all, is that he craves acceptance. he needs to belong to something, anything. he doesn't have a sense of his identity. he has no idea who he even is, really. mostly because of that is his need for near constant attention and validation, and his standards for where to find that love are very, very low. it's not so much that he can't tell when someone means bad news (he's actually unexpectedly good at reading people), but that he's more than willing to shove that feeling down and ignore it for the sake of someone's attention.

duck

[cups hands around mouth] FREAK (affectionate)

that is the most important thing about them ever

it's probably a little obvious from the way i write them in the comic lol

basically what happened is the mix of neurodivergence and non-binary swag and hubris and also the undying curiosity of a toddler have made them Like That

they're smart. genuinely. somewhere in there. it's hidden under about twenty-seven layers of stupidity but trust me it's there

and yeah it's only intellectual smarts too. there is Nothing up there for other types. social, emotional. absolutely no practical intelligence

also it has absolutely gotten to their head. arrogant as fuck and for what

has got a tendency to get overly attached to objects. most recently it's been that blue notebook. he takes it with him everywhere he goes, along with a couple pencils. just in case he has anything to write down

oh yeah and he always has something to write down. "science," he calls it, but it's really just following people around and making notes of the "interesting" stuff he observes.

everyone in clayhill is very well aware of duck's tendency to do this. everyone has also been a subject at least once. they... tolerate it

regular committer of casual crime. mostly breaking and entering on various levels of criminality. shoplifting and piracy and arson one time but we don't talk about that. it has yet to be confirmed whether they do this on purpose or just. don't know it's illegal

even before entering the feltlands for the first time, duck had never exactly been the best at the whole emotional regulation thing. they feel everything very strongly, and are prone to all sorts of outbursts.

mostly anger. patience is a virtue and there is not a drop of it in their entire body. thus a lot of the conflict with yellow. duck lives on a pace faster than everyone else, yellow is slow. yellow's sensitive and duck's snappish. so conflict is common.

there's no real malice behind it. i imagine them to be sort of like... brothers? yeah, that. being siblings is my favorite relationship in the entire world and especially if it's imaginary siblings that makes it even better. there's a constant, somewhat-friendly competition between them.

yellow can absolutely push back too don't worry he is just as capable of being a troll

non-binary swag lol. has absolutely no clue what gender they are. doesn't really want to find out either. i use they and he pronouns for them :]

pan obviously "everyone who loves me back" i mean

also the fact they said "everyone" instead of "anyone" is special i think

overdramatic as hell. for literally everything

the whole nervous-wreck thing is a new aspect to their personality. it's really obvious (and very easily manipulable) in the pilot, and it doesn't look like that was present in the webseries. it's the unseen affect of everything that's happened to them.

i do think they genuinely died, in five. oh god i could ramble about five so much (my favorite episode) but that would be too much for right now lol

duck is about as gullible as yellow, although not for the same reasons. yellow is desperate. duck just really sucks at reading people.

loves being the center of attention, they love crowds, love being around people. extroverted and overeager. also they're like. the opposite of charismatic.

i mean. they try, at least. they're just. terrible at it.

talks in a sort of oddly polite manner. phrasing of sentences gets mixed up, so listening to them talk requires taking a couple seconds to rearrange their words in your head to figure out the intended meaning. loves to use idioms they don't know the meaning of.

literally incapable of shutting up. not just talking. they are always, always making some sort of noise. mostly humming. various bird noises (squawking, chirping), constantly.

their voice gets increasingly autotuned/scratchy as they become more upset.

unlike salad, they are entirely aware of their off-putting nature, and have been for a long time. in their adulthood, they've shifted from agonizing about it to just. embracing it. be evil on purpose

red guy

literally the most transgender ever

genderless also. that's the word it likes to use. i like to use he it and she pronouns for it, not so much in an alternating way but more like... whichever you feel like using.

the entire town of clayhill has two braincells and they both belong to red guy. he stole them. he's the braincell hoarder

secretly a memelord. farquaad pointing meme Reddit User

blankface i really should draw it less expressive lol

EX GIFTED KID SWAG honestly

she really was one of those kids that. just latched onto the whole need to be smart need to be special need to save the entire world

naturally by the time middle school happened it was just like. Ah. okay then. i suppose i am Stupid

she's not stupid. just very average. lol

the most important thing about red i think is that he is just Some Guy. like he's the embodiment of just a Dude

the oldest of the trio, not by much.

has sort of assumed a leadership role. not exactly the leaderly type, but yeah sometimes that just happens when you are the only one with any scrap of practical intelligence within a fifty mile radius.

it really doesn't like being that.

there are two things that red guy wants, most of all. the first is this indescribable need to not be... boring, if you will. similar to yellow, it doesn't have a strong sense of its own identity. it knows what it is, sure, but not what it wants to be. the second is for its life to stop being so goddamn weird what the fuck

it would like. to live a normal domestic life. in a house, maybe. have a fancy mug or two. go out on walks sometimes. maybe have a pet cat. or a family. that would be nice.

put most simply, red is the embodiment of "the one normal dude in a weird world," and wishes that would be swapped.

not like he'll ever actually do anything to make that possible. he is suspended in a perpetual state of inactivity

has got a "this might as well happen" outlook to just about everything at this point. maybe more like "well i know bad stuff is gonna happen but can the bad stuff that happens at least be funny"

for some inexplicable reason, he is the closest to reality out of everyone in clayhill. he is also fully aware of this. it's this very specific brand of main character syndrome that's like "hm. okay. i might be the most important person in the entire world. sure wish i wasn't."

i think yellow guy is the actual main character though and if red guy were to realize this it would just be like "oh okay. nice" and be a little more surprised than it lets on.

over-prepared for very intensely thought-out nearly impossible scenarios. like being caught in a time loop, or finding a wormhole. she has very complex plans for any of these world-ending scenarios so that, if they were ever to occur, she would be entirely prepared and would not panic in the slightest.

that type of cryptid where, if it was told everyone thinks its a freak of nature, would go, "okay. sick." and never think about it again

this one is more about the trio as a whole, but i think it can stay in red's section because red is the one who thinks about this the most. he has no idea what he and duck and yellow are, collectively. before any of the feltlands stuff happened, they were just friends. ordinary friends that would go out on holiday sometimes, talk about shared interests, get along easily. but after, well, everything, the dynamics have changed. specifically at the beginning of their new clayhill life (where the comic is, timeline-wise) is when its most obvious that they are not what they were before. thus red taking a sort of leaderly role he definitely did not used to have, and does not want to have. what he has left to realize is kind of simple, actually, and he's gonna feel pretty dumb once it hits him. they're a family. a really weird unusual kind-of-messed-up one. and none of them fit neatly into any traditional role, not in the slightest. and red would realize its best that way. he's not a caretaker, he's not a leader, and no one expects that of him. the three of them are friends who went through a collective trauma, and now that each other is all they have left, they are a family.

i just think they're neat.

#oh i did not know i wanted rambling permission until now #''he's like a fucked up frog or something'' best line to come out of this by far #dhmis #salad fingers #headcanons #THIS TOOK A WHILE SORRY ANON i got into an overthinking loop :[ #i was gonna have a bunch for the teachers too (because i do like the teachers!! i like them a lot!!! i just. never mention them) except i #kinda. had to just. end it here lol #and stuff for the other residents of salad's desert wasteland too!!!! #let's just put that in the Someday list #UGHH AND ROY TOO #boy do i have some WORDS to say about that guy #but i think it might be. a little bit more fun. if i would just let my comic say those words for me :] #lol a lot of this stuff is pulled directly from the part of my brain responsible for the overanalysis of gore puppets and masochistic #lettuce creatures that led to the existence of the comic in the first place. there is. So Much left for that thing #glad you're all on the ride with me

[catsareliquiddd]

melatonin will not get the best of me tonight. anyways random thought since i started properly rereading wings of fire recently. the books are a lot different than what i remember ??? especially the last couple of times i read the first book was in the graphic novel form.

its like so much was cut out and it doesnt feel that similar anymore. the dod siblings had genuine issues with eachother and even fought and that was barely in the graphic novel? there was even a whole scene in the original book where glory and tsunami faked glory running away just to see if clay actually cared about her. and that just wasnt in the graphic novel. feels like there was a lot of emotional stuff between the siblings that we missed out on.

random extra thing but i swear to god im not the only person that thought dune webs and kestrel were called guardians and not minders right? like i swear when i read that it was like someone stole my book and rearranged the words.

i also distincly remember queen scarlet being 126 years old i have no idea where that number came from but its been one of my most vivid memories about random background information ever.

speaking of that i remember like 2 or more seperate times i had a dream about wof where i was like in the book but also reading it,, like in the way where i think back and think "oh yeah that happened in the books. oh wait, no it was that weird dream i had a while back wasnt it" thats probably where scarlets "age" came from actually.

i have so many weird wof stuff i could say esp since ive been reading it for like half my life wow been that long already

#wof #wingsoffire #wings of fire #wings of fire rant #wings of fire tangent #the adhd took over with this rant sorry #me after having heavily distorted and fucked up memory #wings of fire is weird sometimes but i love it #wof headcanon #wof clay #wof tsunami #wof glory #i hate deathbringer i hope he explodes in the worst way possible #wof starflight #wof sunny #i would give my heart for sunny shes the best #i like the graphic novel for the most part just somethint i noticed

[starlit-mansion]

so like...... i'm not up on the pizzaplex deep lore, people are calling glitchtrap/malhare/what the fuck ever digitized murder bunny "the mimic" now, yeah? i gotta be honest, i really like the clip from the ruin trailer because i really liked drawing my digital/hallucinatory version of him as a purple and green outline on black, if/when i mess around more with that, i might try to go for the degraded glitchy outline

#feel free to info dump about the pizzaplex books to me if you're reading this #i legit do not know what's going on there. i lowkey thought the mimic was from somone's au or something when i checked the tags #granted i took a big mental health break from the fnaf fandom so i would eventually be able to return when i felt better about it #but i'm kinda... done with the scholastic book fair side of it #also like. the series just keeps on heaping increasingly dumb names on william variants so i wouldnt mind if we got like #full confirmation that glitchington b. trapp is his own thing. and the brain control? is part of it #kinda looks like from what's visible that it's more of the classic springbonnie shape again rather than the soft costume #that's fine. i still like the soft costume version so i might keep that in my personal headcanons. he just looks so wascally

[paigemathews]

@forlorn-kumquat replied to your post “Writing a Phoebe/Coop fic and like. Can I mention...”:

Did she like him, or did she just like what he represented in her life: safety, stability, normalcy? Cause I think Phoebe's time with Cole has her so messed up that she would have latched onto any reasonably normal guy who wasn't trying to kill her and her family

Okay, so the context (and sneak peak, I guess) is Phoebe and Coop are discussing how she wasn't willing to be with Coop until she finds out about the future. Phoebe brings up how everytime she pursued the love she wasn't "suppose to," aka Cole and Miles, it goes poorly and her family is hurt in the crossfire. It's not- Okay, well, it wasn't intended to be a very in-depth thing bc it's just a oneshot that's gotten out of control on me again, but I realized that parallel between Phoebe's relationships with Cole and Miles and am kinda liking the idea of third time the charm-ing it, tbh. (I also bring up Dex, bc like I said! This is getting out of control on me again!)

She doesn't really delve deep into that relationship, so it's kinda your mileage may vary on that but here's the lines about it:

" I thought that it was just because it was Cole. But then I fell for someone I wasn’t supposed to be with, Miles, and I thought that I could change his fate. I thought I was supposed to change his fate, and instead I hurt my family again."

Idk, did that make sense? Any input is greatly appreciated!!

#forlorn-kumquat #abi speaks #charmed #i left like right after finishing that paragraph and coming back to it i think it's decent? #but there's also a nonzero chance that ppl reading this will go wait who tf is miles but like #im bringing up dex too and they might have that reaction to him as well #(im ppl on dex. do you know how long it took me to remember that he existed? literal YEARS #i've had a charmed hyperfixation for over a decade! i run a charmed blog! i write so much (unposted) fanfiction! #i was scrolling through phoebehalliwell (sidenote #she is such a fucking good blog i check it like everyday and i love her stuff she was in fact my inspo #if you could not tell by the blatant url rip off im sorry i dont know how to name things) #when i saw someone ask her about dex and she was like he's a loser with no personality from arizona #and i literally went wait who the fuck #WAITAMINUTE #like. not a single thought to be had. like man he was just boring and idk if he was really in any #not even good but like decent episodes yknow? #especially bc i never really vibed with the homeland plot and thats the part of the season he was in but anyways im off topic (as usual)) #the hilarious thing is that this fic is actually like five or six years old now and the intent was just editing it #admittedly strong editing bc teenage!abi had specific headcanons shoehorned in that ya!abi doesn't #shoutout chris being a telepath headcanon we'll never forget you baby #(the focus is on the chris & coop platonic ship and coop/phoebe romantic ship) #the og draft was 2.5 words #the one i am currently editing is almost 4k and im just now getting to the halfway point #the coop/phoebe conversation is substantially longer now #and so is coop being lovesick over phoebe like sir. sir pls shut the fuck up i am running out of things that arent cringey af #i know im the one writing it but im still sitting here like coop baby shut the fuck up PLEASE #i actually really do like this better but i gotta read it over again for proofreading later and im kinda try to add a thousand words #bc me going oh i'll just proofread and clean it up a little is what STARTED this mess #i'm having a great time /gen

[soryualeksi]

Time to inflict my headcanons on everyone again, so.

I just had this lovely conversation in my own head where I was trying to articulate how I’m lying. (Without outing myself as autistic because it’s none of anyone’s business. But basically, I give people disclaimers if something comes up how I’m likely going to go about dealing with it so they won’t be too surpised.)

And after a long long fictional conversation to try and find the right words, my brain kindly spat out the line, “If I’m making a story up whole-cloth there’s just too many details I need to keep track of. It’s far easier and more efficient to tell a PART of the truth and then keep in mind WHICH part of the truth I’m telling.”

Aaand in the next moment my brain added the very helpful “lmao yuan”.

!!!

THINK ABOUT IT

Is he ever telling outright FALSEHOOD to the party? (As starkly opposed to SO MANY OTHER CHARACTERS WHO GET A PASS!!!) The things he IS telling are correct and honest. You get like 90% of your exposition from him, he just DUMPS it all on you like “okay look I made a handy flowchart here’s how Yggdrasill runs the world and here’s the underlying mechanics and here’s how we’re in the grand scheme and by the way I’m a double agent for Cruxis while I’m actually running the resistance no harm from telling that to just any rando btw what you need is that sword at the Tower of Salvation but only half-elves can wield it so that’s a problem bye”.

Yuan is being hmmm not-entirely-truthful (lmao) by not telling PART of the whole truth and frankly? The parts he DOESN’T tell? Are actually mostly personal business. “I’m taking you hostage, Lloyd, to further my goals. WHY is none of your business. I’m trying to get Martel off the machines that keep her body alive. WHY is none of your business. Lloyd, you look JUST like someone I know. WHO is none of your --- for fuck’s sake, Kratos, you WILL tell your own damn kid that you’re his damn bio dad OR I WILL and also, Kratos, I’m 100% planning to kill you for Origin’s Seal and I told you so 2 billion times already AND I’M GOING THROUGH WITH IT ANY MINUTE NOW KRATOS!!!!!”

YUAN isn’t the one who boldly LIES into the party’s face, he doesn’t even really stretch the truth, he just WITHHOLDS parts that uhmmmmm couuuld maybe be worth knowing but ehhh (unbiased lmao).

Anyway, enough rambling. Neurodivergent!Yuan. The character that gets the reputation of being “shifty”, “weird”, “a liar”, “untrustworthy” and whose social mannerisms everyone keeps making fun of (me included tbh because he’s my nerrrd) despite lying FAR LESS than like every other character in the damn game. ;___;

#see me constantly justifying every shitty thing my blorbo ever does #but no honestly i keep thinking and thinking how he is depicted with weird social mannerisms and avoiding eye contact #BUT VERY TRUTHFUL in what he actually SAYS #and somehow a big part of fandom took it as 'look at this shifty shady liar who lies' #and i'm just sad at the discussions i have to have defending him as MANY bad things but NOT a liar #and yes it's my personal thing to fixate on because of people thinking i'm lying to them bc i'm not constantly STARING into their damn eyes #lol #but what is a blorbo but a canvas to project our issues onto hm #anyway #neurodivergent yuan my love #doesn't like eye contact has a large personal space collects weird shit is VERY truthful actually and blows up when pushed too hard #and is surrounded by people who think it's HILARIOUS when he blows up too #if that isn't the ultimate nd mood then what is #and martel actually knew how to deal with his issues in a way that's comfortable to him too #unlike mithos and kratos who tried to 'tough love' him out of his more uncommon behaviours and it didn't work AT ALL #tales of symphonia #yuan ka fai #inflicting my headcanons and projections on all of you #yuan ka fai defense squad #lmao

[wisebeth]

One thing which genuinely bothers me is Annabeth's perception in the fandom. How she's seen as this cold, stoic, emotionless, reserved and intimidating girl. When in reality, she's a character full of love.

Annabeth, who immediately cried and felt attached to Cerberus after playing with him for a few minutes because she wouldn't get to play with him again.

Annabeth, whose deepest desire, which the Sirens lured her with, is saving Luke and having a good relationship with both her parents.

Annabeth, who believed in Luke's goodness, even after all the countless terrible things he did simply because she had faith in his humanity.

Annabeth, who cried in Percy's arms before entering the labyrinth and refused to reveal the last line of the prophecy because it said to lose a love worse than death and the idea of losing any of her friends is too painful, heartbreaking and worse than dying.

Annabeth, who kissed Percy before parting with him in St. Helens because if he's going to die, she at least wants him to die knowing she loved him.

Annabeth, who took a poisoned knife for Percy during the war because she'd rather die herself than let him die.

Annabeth, who convinced Luke to switch sides by reminding him of the promise of family he gave her. Which in turn, influenced Luke's decision to end himself to destroy Kronos. Hello, she saved the world with the power of love.

Annabeth, who spent months after months losing sleep and searching desperately for Percy when he went missing.

Annabeth, who kissed Percy to eternity in public at their reunion, not caring what anyone is going to say or think. An asteroid could've hit the earth, and she wouldn't have cared.

Annabeth, who told Percy “I love you” when falling in Tartarus because if she was going to die, she wanted them to be her last words.

Annabeth Chase is a sweetheart, who has always felt things deeply and she's so full of love. And I think it's time we let go of the “cold-hearted annabeth” headcanon because it's not true, that's not her.

#LISTEN #MY GIRL IS A SOFTIE AT HEART OKAY #her ‘cold exterior’ is just a facade she puts up to guard herself bc of everything she went through #percy jackson #pjo #pjo live adaptation #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #mark of athena #house of hades #pjotv #pjo disney+ #annabeth chase #percabeth