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this chicken's name is bloo and she has one (1) braincell. shane loves her very much.
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All this is so thoughtful and endearing! I felt like I got to know Poppy and Imelda bit better reading this!
im here to yap about poppy x imelda (what i was put on this good planet to do) what do you think each of them finds the most attractive about the other? physically, emotionally & personality wise? i have my theories but i would LOOOOOVE to know yours <3
hmmmmmm we may call it then,
imelda x poppy headcanons - 3
Prolly a tw for graphic physical descriptions. Nothing sexual, just: scars, injures, and other things I think was logical for them to have.
To place it somewhere right away: my mc Julia's scar plays well in what Imaboutta share.
Physical:
Poppy looks… innocuous enough to suspect she has a very firm grip, a good amount of stamina, that she is very hard to tire down with long walks or other activities, not to mention Poppy has permanent skin discolourations, scars and other signs of working with beasts and creatures, plants and Herbology miscellanea. For Imelda, Poppy therefore is a reminder and a validation; a girl can look not just how she likes but also wear scars as a part of herself, a honeysuckle history mark left on her skin she shouldn't be afraid of. Imelda's quest for validation originates from the more conventionally or, no, another word: contemporary thinking people. To them, she somehow must look conventionally attractive and have no physical defect to herself. Otherwise, she's less… seen, less heard of, because people can't bear the thought of people being anything more than an embodiment of the whatever thing someone else has declared the beauty standard.
Anyone who deliberately abandons the idea of following the mob has her utmost attention. They're not living in the times when an open wear, however, but Hogwarts doesn't accommodate muggles. In Potions and Herbology students are encouraged to roll the sleeves up and doff robes; in Charms and DADA students get their clothing destroyed all the time; nobody remains in the day clothes at dorms. Yet, Imelda has side-eyes for how her arms look like, for example, and same goes to Poppy.
Imelda, as a Quidditch player, a chaser, has a sturdy build and she has her share of signs for once broken bones and skin torn open.
But she doesn't have quite the muscle mass; it is rather detrimental for Quidditch players to gain lots of it nor specifically train to acquire it, as they have to manoeuvre in the air and part of it lies in how they feel their own centre of mass, besides, the broom has its own not capacity but mind, if you will. Like on a horse, any change in mass of its rider will have it acclimatised for a while, even if it's short, it's still time. Which means, Quidditch players usually aren't deliberately shaping their bodies to a certain physique -- a detail often forgotten by the a-little-too-much aroused Quidditch public.
To Poppy it looks like Quidditch players are seemingly unaffected by the fulsome, if not downright filthy remarks. Poppy seeks this confidence about one's appearance, and Imelda seems a good teacher in how to let these comments slide. They can wear clothes with however much coverage they like but at the end of the day, nasty pieces of work with unsavoury made-up observations never shut up about how does one looks beneath it all -- nor they care for how much it starts to weigh on the mind with all these thoughts of "will she say anything after seeing that ugly mole?" or "how large that awful belly roll will grow, I need to change the diet" or "they're too big, no too small, no they're just atrociously looking pair" or -- you get the idea and it only get worse over time.
Their perception of each other creates a silly contrast of Imelda seeking something she thinks Poppy has while Poppy is all eyes for something Imelda simply must possess, and while they're at it, they don't realise they create these qualities to themselves by just admiring each other in a respectful -- and consensual -- manner.
I'll say, they thought a compliment or a validation like this absolutely couldn't sweep someone like her. THEY WERE VERY WRONG.
Sillies.
Emotionally:
They're both introverted, collected individuals but to each their own, passionate about things and respectful of each other needs in space and privacy. Imelda can be hot-heated, however, and Poppy can act surprisingly cold, it could lead to conflicts but would only last until they learnt why were they acting like that sometimes.
Imelda is open and feels free to tell what she thinks, but she may not necessarily mean anything, well, mean. That's how she was raised and although social interaction with poshhhh Slytherins had sanded her edges crudely, left places of her mind that splinter people on accident, she tries to work on it; which doesn't mean she will abandon being a little bit abrasive or brash.
She aims to be the person who says 'bitch' [affectionate] and if it'll irk people funnily, prompting their curiosity, she'll feel content.
Poppy, reserved and thoughtful, but also quite insightful, gradually helped her on her little quest on how to remain an outspoken girl. Because, well, one of the rare few quirks Poppy adopted from her parents was to be intimidatingly straightforward yet teasingly spleen with words.
Don't underestimate Poppy's sass, she has some wild lines in the game files, look, LONG LIVE THE QUEEN🤧🤧🤧:
There are so many things I'd rather do with my time.
Fight like you mean it or don't fight at all.
I shan't cower to you.
(laughs) Is this the first time you've held a wand?
May I suggest we not be here?
Oh goody. Undesirables.
That was brilliant! Do it again.
The music room is so disruptive with all those bells ringing again.
What are you doing here? Especially during the day.
Imelda has a thing for sassy people. She finds them similar to her and therefore she is sure they're able to tell when she's just herself and when she's actually mean anything other than what she wants to say.
Also, the House dynamics mention: idk who decided badgers are harmless, they quite literally eat snakes. Can not to mention that eagles can be as fierce and just chop off snake's head.
To conclude all this, their personalities are harmonious.
They are conversing, speaking, sharing things, all the time; problems and issues are never hidden and the fangs are never out; they've something -- or an illusion of it -- they crave to have, but it's not there, but instead of sighing and moving on, they grow into who they aspired to be or what they desired to have to themselves.
Their relationship is mutually beneficial I'll say; they're also very, mmmm, not clingy but affectionate people, cuddly, too.
Better together -- it's them.
P.S.
Brainrot: A song!
I've only the weirdest choices for the ship songs, but that one is also a choice for the narrative I sort of want each ship I have to adjust to.
It's a conversation. It's a deep yearning for connection and is only satiated after they start talking only to realise that feeling isn't going anywhere, that its magical fires aren't to be snuffed out; that it is the basis of the relationship, on so many levels, and something I might even call Fantasy for how rare I see of people doing just that -- talk.
To truly conclude the post, at why 'Echoes', David Gilmour's quote:
Echoes is a musical conversation between two people, Rick [Wright] and me. Sadly Rick is dead, and that's a conversation I can no longer have.
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catohphm · 3 hours
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Do you ever get the......... Intrusive purrs?
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catohphm · 5 hours
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This expansion on her family and heritage is so beautiful!
#954: imelda headcanons post - 4
Imelda headcanons: >>>1 (sfw) || >>>2 (nsfw) || >>>3 (sfw)
Once again raising my head from the Brainrot fog to share some character headcanons with the world. Brainrot is a fic I’m working on.
Tagging @myokk !!
Brainrot: Imelda's family lives in Orkney, Scotland, and in Seville, Spain. They never lost contact, not to mention they're visiting each other as often as they can (prompting reunion-separation drama nearly every time), but the elderly members noticed a shift in the relationships in the family. Nothing too drastic yet, but the Reyes family are avid Quidditch aficionados, the family's vie showing up on the real Quidditch Pitches across Europe is an eventuality;
Brainrot: Imelda has a cousin, also a chaser, playing for the Beauxbatons School Team in the Triwizard Tournament Arc;
Brainrot: Some of Imelda's relatives are spell-crafters and potion-inventors, in particular, they are hired to make moving azulejos;
Imelda has never quite adjusted to neither biting cold of the North Sea and Scottish highlands, nor scorching sun of Andalusia, but she loves both, can't live without either, and thinks it all builds a character;
If she's out of Spain for too long, she becomes miserable about its sweet fragrance filling the air, especially in the spring. Likewise, she can't let go of the cold tickle Scottish wind carries;
Perhaps, it was the influence of a nearly-Toyohashi-Tengu-player, Madam Kogawa. Imelda became her favourite student for a very good reason, besides, hat lead to Kogawa getting acquainted with Imelda's family;
How to become a dear friend to the Reyes: tell them your blood is wind, your mind is an open field, your eyes are locked on the snitch, your hand is grabbing it. It's a little long-winded and poetic, just tell them you can't live without a good broom ride in the morning;
Despite people think ill of her most of the time, many are curious about her family, Spain, foods, and culture. Teachers are hardly different, noting that of her and encouraging to take trips to the Library for a very specific book recommendations. Imelda later noticed it helped her to if not come into a better mood, then build more connections with her Spanish relatives and subsequently, learn something new about magic, too;
Brainrot: After Imelda learned Julia is Faroese, she took a mental note: somehow both of them, a Faroese and an Orcadian, nordics you could say, were not neglectful or inconsiderate of the other half of their humble origins but taking it as something personal, innerly dear even. For Julia, Faroe was a place where her parents met, the beginning of them and the beginning of her. For Imelda, Orkney is the childhood and the childhood home, a cosy retreat she can always return to but might feel tad afraid to learn more about in order not to stain the memories.
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catohphm · 5 hours
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I love how you explained the clashing of the similar parts of their personalities such the understanding of quiet spaces and the townsfolk who helped them settle it ^^
#953: imelda x poppy headcanons - 2
Something you couldn't do yesterday you should plan to do the day after that and I, uh, should adhere and better not to my coffee cup. More silliness ahead; it's rather domestic.
Sometimes Imelda needs a bit of space. For a while, she didn't know how to explain absence or silence wasn't her being mean; it caused troubles before but Imelda has greatly underestimated Poppy's own demand to have a place where it could be just her and her thoughts;
However, both of them needed to learn how to act on the yearning to come out of the solitude bubble and eventually, how to balance between this and that;
Imelda is the kind of people who are only interested in your extremely specific field of study when something wicked would come out of it. For example, chemistry is fun and games only when it's half the class covered in foam or Beasts are cool only before the graphorn starts to think you're sad and tries to cheer you up;
Whenever Poppy needs to work on something or do a research paper, she turns her area Ravenclaw. It's impossible to find her there. She doesn't answer calls unless it's a pat on the shoulder; the only one thing able to find her is Gerald. Any attempts to de-clutter the research mood were in vain;
Imelda, at the other hand, requires complete silence and demands her work area to be clutter-free, or she'd lose focus;
Study nights are one of the rare occasions when the two prefer not to see each other, or they'd either get carried away, or upset about the time they could've spent working on their things;
Very Ravenclaw of them;
However, before it became somewhat widely known, Professor Garlick was concerned the girls might have underlying issues and was readying up the emergency tea. Madam Kogawa, catching winds of these changes, prepared to have a talk with Imelda in case she'd came to her after training upset and miserable;
It never happened but the girls did fight about time allocations; it never lead to anything harsh but each learned new things about themselves. Imelda could become bitter over minute things, as for her they weren't ever inconsequential, they could've been substantial. Poppy would overthink her own words and reactions to the point she'd begin to think she, as a person, was the problem;
As a tldr; of sorts, they have a set of boundaries but whenever they tried to map them out as precisely as they could, it would always be a bumpy ride, much like an outline of a sea shore (I'm getting a degree in cartography just to make these poetic jokes, I swear);
Sirona, the certified bartender-therapy provider of the Hogwarts Valley, was able to resolve their communication issue; she noticed, people tend not to look into such seemingly minor issues before they would accumulate rounds and rounds of miscommunication and emotional baggage, rendering their further relationship a burden. She was very happy to help the girls talk it through.
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catohphm · 6 hours
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The only good thing staff added recently
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Mutuals we are doing this
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Trotting along
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catohphm · 10 hours
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I recently had surgery, and at the time I came home, I had both my cat and one of my grandma's cats staying with me.
- Within hours of surgery, I wake up from a nap to my cat gently sniffing at my incisions with great alarm.
- I was not allowed to shower the first day after surgery, and the cats, seeing that The Large Cat is not observing its cleaning ritual, decided I must be gravely disabled and compensated by licking all the exposed skin on my arms, face, and legs.
- I currently have to sleep with a pillow over my abdomen because my cat insists on climbing on top of me and covering my incisions with her body while I sleep (which is very sweet but not exactly comfortable without the pillow). She also lays across me facing my bedroom door, presumably on guard for attackers who may try to harm me while I'm sleeping and injured.
That's love. 🐈‍⬛🐈❤️
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catohphm · 17 hours
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yee haw
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This lad sounds absolutely cool! I thought his design and wand appearance were amazing. Russo reminds me a lot of Alastor Moody.
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I’ve already started to write Russo into Petra’s story and he’s quickly becoming a favourite of mine 😌 so as I start his intro enjoy a little ref sheet for him!
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why small kittens are always either the most pathetic or the most evil creature you've ever seen
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