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"Close your eyes and feel it move

As the surface slowly swallows you

Now don't be scared, just follow through

(it flows closer)

Onward, traveller...

Now I've got my goggles on

Let's see what I can see..."

-Goggles, Post Animal

#character aesthetics #look i really like this picture of Luke #snippets #about hayden

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because i felt like making one of these, fuck you.

LEARN SOMETHING ⛈ - what is the muse like at their worst? 📖 - deadly sin that applies to them the most? 🍁 - favorite season? 🏹 - have they ever committed a murder? 💝 - have they ever been in love, and with who? ⚠️ - the worst deed they’ve done/crime they’ve committed? ⛔ - do they believe in revenge? 💫 - do they believe in fate/propecy/destiny? 🥀 - have they ever felt heartbreak? 🌵 - do they consider themselves dangerous? 🍀 - do they believe in luck? 🌙 - do they believe in magic? ☄️ - what is their biggest regret? 🍷  - do they drink? 🍹 - alcohol tolerance? 🍳  - do they know how to cook? ☀  - night or day?

DO SOMETHING 🙈 - muse is blind for [#] asks. 🙉 - muse can’t hear for [#] asks. 🙊 - muse can’t speak for [#] asks. 💥 - muse feels agonizing pain when they raise their voice for [#] asks. 🐔 - muse is uncontrollably afraid/paranoid for [#] asks. ⚡ - muse has unstable emotions for [#] asks. 🍺 - muse acts like they are when they’re drunk for [#] asks. 🍬 - muse is hyper as fuck for [#] asks. 🎭 - muse can only speak in cryptic phrases for [#] asks. 🎬 - any noise becomes deafening to the muse for [#] asks. 🌋 - the muse is unable to control their anger for [#] asks. 🔦  - muse becomes light-sensitive for [#] asks. 👁‍🗨 - muse feels like they’re being watched for [#] asks. gets worse as it continues. 🚫 - the muse hallucinates their worst fear for [#] asks. gets worse as it continues. ♾️ - the muse is in constant pain for [#] asks. gets worse at it goes along. (bonus if the pain is an old wound/scar.) ⛅ - the muse hides their emotions for [#] asks. emotions come spilling through when m!a ends. ✨ - muse is in a state of hypnosis for [#] asks. go wild.

OTHER ♠️ - the muse’s ‘worse side’ shows for [#] asks. ♥️ - the muse’s ‘better side’ shows for [#] asks. ♦️ - the muse becomes emotionless for [#] asks. ♣️ - the muse feels temporarily free from doubt for [#] asks. ♈ - the muse has an ego boost for [#] asks. ♉ - the muse is unreasonably stubborn/bitter/petty for [#] asks. ♊ - the muse is split into two versions of themself for [#] asks. (emotion/logic, happy/sad, etc.) ♋ - muse becomes overwhelmingly pessimistic for [#] asks. ♌  - muse becomes incredibly fucking arrogant for [#] asks. ♍ - muse is shy as hell for [#] asks. ♎ - muse is obsessed with keeping things ‘stable’ or ‘balanced’ for [#] asks. ♏ - muse is unbearably rude/cruel/violent for [#] asks. ♐ - muse is more ‘pleasant’ than usual for [#] asks. ♑ - muse loses all self-control for [#] asks. ♒ - muse acts incredibly aloof for [#] asks. ♓ - muse is overwhelmed by sadness for [#] asks. ⛎ - wildcard. mun’s zodiac applies to the muse. (ex: i’m a cancer, so if i was sent ophiuchus, muse would get the effects of cancer.)

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@maladaptivc

Something that Hayden learned pretty early on when it came to experimenting with his powers was that if he tried himself too hard, the next morning felt like he had the worst hangover ever. This was no different. In fact, it was worse than every other time that he overestimated himself. He had woken up in the middle of the night, confused, and disoriented, a phantom pain causing him to jolt. All he did was crawl through a hole in the ceiling, he shouldn’t-- It wasn’t until he was staring at his dishevelled reflection that it all came rushing back to him like a freight train. Fan-fucking-tastic. He passed out while trying to care for Faye. What a hero he was. 

After realizing that he was going nowhere, Hayden spent the rest of the night showering, trying to get the rubble out of his hair and dried blood off of his hands, his head throbbing and heart aching. It should’ve prepared him for the next morning, but it didn’t. He didn’t know how to take Sylvia’s death, didn’t even really know how to comprehend the idea of any of his friends dying. He was just talking to her last night. As much as he wanted to visit Faye the moment he was allowed to, it wasn’t until the day after they were allowed out that he finally was able to drag himself to the medical wing. Good job, Hayden. 48 hours after your best friend gets hurt do you actually visit her. Still in a daze, Hayden walked towards the area he was told Faye would be, a fake smile on his face. “Hey, you feelin’ any better?” Stupid question.  

#this was a tad longer than I expected #sorry #also he's super down on himself in this one #sorry again #closed starter #nox: start #convo: faye

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doctcrss·:

@fortunefavoursthekind ╳⇝ HAYDEN

his head was down, it was the middle of the night. he knew it was risky, but he was going to try and pull some blood. he needed a fresh sample to compare his with. he was so caught up in being discreet he didn’t notice the other witch in the hall. “jesus,” he hissed. he put his hand over his chest. “fuck man, you scared me.”

Disasterous events always seemed to bring out either the worst or best out in people depending on how they let it affect them. Usually, Hayden would be strong in situations like this; that’s who he is as a person. He’s the strong friend who can smile at everything and pretend like his best friend doesn’t hate him and his other best friend wasn’t injured and in a touchy place. He should be asleep, tucked away in his room where nothing can get to him; his impenetrable fortress.  He wasn’t, though. Instead, he was sitting in the middle of the hallway, his eyes closed as he simply sifted through everyone else’s emotions. It was his way of getting as drunk as everyone else seemed. “Sorry, sorry. You’re out late,” he hummed, looking up with a tired smile. “Guess I am too, though.” 

#convo: archer

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hotheadhotheart·:

This whole new dynamic between them was weird. Cole hated the large majority of people but Hayden had never been someone he had any kind of issue with. He was the only person Cole very rarely had an issue with. If he wasn’t drunk he probably would have forgotten about everything that happened at the ball and moved on by now, but he was.

“You’re the one who said it not me.” He fired back. “i’ll never have anything real. I don’t deserve anything real. That’s gotta involve this.” Cole had never questioned the realness of their friendship before, until he had gotten drunk and Hayden had said he could never have anything real. As somebody who wasn’t used to any kind of positive relationship with people it made him question everything. Did Hayden even like him or was it just pity?

“Hold on,” Hayden shook his head and fought the urge to roll his eyes. Was he picking up on Cole’s annoyance or was he simply annoyed himself? Who fucking knew? “I never said that you don’t deserve anything real. I was drunk. You’d know that if you weren’t drunk off your ass, Cole.” He knew the moment that he spoke last night that he shouldn’t have even thought about saying something like that, but he did and now he was dealing with the consequences. “I never even said you’ll never have anything real. I just-- I just said that you don’t... when have you actually been in a long term relationship with someone that you actually love, huh?” 

Cole was the closest thing he had to a brother here. He was Hayden’s absolute best friend and if he was really sappy, he’d even say he’s one of the very few people that Hayden truly felt he couldn’t live without. So this? As ridiculous as this fight was, it was stressing him out because he really didn’t want to think about losing Cole as a friend, especially after thinking he actually lost him the night before. “Look-- if we fight about this now, it’s only going to get worse and I’m not risking that. So, let’s get you cleaned up, I have coffee in my room, we’ll get you in the shower, sober up a bit.” 

#convo: cole #i finally get to use the very few gifs of luke not smiling

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hotheadhotheart·:

Reluctantly Cole turned round. Even though he was drunk he still remember the argument that they’d had at the ball. Because of not being able to leave their rooms nothing had yet been calmed between them and it felt weird. The one person Cole usually felt at ease around was suddenly the one person he didn’t want to see. 

“Drunk as a skunk.” He huffed, folding his arms like a child that wasn’t getting his way. He swayed slightly as a surge of dizziness crossed him and then made extra effort to stand straight. “Don’t see why you care. I’ll never have anything real so our friendship isn’t real. You can go away now.” Under different circumstances he might have worried that he sounded like a child but in his current state he didn’t care.

Hayden and Cole weren’t the type to get mad and stay mad at each other. In fact, he couldn’t really remember the last time they even had a disagreement this large. When they argued the night before, Hayden genuinely thought that they would work it out and see that they were being stupid before the night was over and be back to best friends. That’s how they worked. He never worried about whether or not he had to beg his best friend for forgiveness because it never happened. Now, when everything else was falling apart, it seemed this might as well too. 

Hayden was moments away from dragging Cole into his dorm room to get him showered and sobered up when the words hit him like a smack across the face. “So our friendship isn’t real,” he repeated with something that sounded similar to a scoff. “Are you being serious with me right now? You’re drunk, you had a rough night, let’s get you fixed up.” That’s all it was, right? He was just drunk and belligerent. Right? Usually, Hayden was sure of most things, he knew what was happening, but now he just felt like he was moments away from drowning. 

#convo: cole #hi my heart hurts

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Cole wasn’t possibly in a good enough mental state to think about what the hell was currently going on with him. All he knew for sure was that he was drunk, he was annoyed at being cooped up in his room and he didn’t want to be around anyone who was going to attempt to make him feel better. He wanted to punch something or someone, throw things, break anything he could find, set fire to the world. 

That was why the sight of his best friend made Cole instantly roll his eyes and attempt to walk the other way. He knew the empath probably would have seen him but it was worth a try. Not only was he not in the mood to be asked what was wrong he also didn’t want to take his anger out on Hayden.

The past 24-hours have been absolute hell for Hayden. No one would tell him what was going on with Faye, he hadn’t seen Cole since he stumbled from an actual hole in the ceiling. He spent most of the night in the one place in his room that actually allows him to use his good-for-nothing power to try and focus on the two he was most worried about. Not that that helped, only made him worry worse. So yeah, seeing the one person he was actively looking for look at him and then turn away wasn’t the best of feelings. 

“Cole!” He called out and jogged up to him, his eyebrows drawn together and his hair an absolute mess from the copious amount of product in it from the night before and the number of times he’s run his fingers through it. It didn’t help that he hasn’t slept either, though he was sure that his best friend hadn’t either. “Are you drunk, man? You smell like a bar. Or Ivy on a bad night.” 

#convo: cole

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nuad-a·:

Sebastien needed to calm Hayden down, and fast. Getting worked up was not going to help either of them and when the corner of the door opened, Seb caught the barest whiff of smoke. That was terrible, as they were trapped in a smallish room with no windows and no way to get out. Or at least a non-conventional way to get out. The ventilation fan looked big enough for both to fit inside. Hopefully.

“Hayden, Hayden. We going to be bien. Bein. Look, we’ll get out through the air vent, ok? No pain, no injuries, none of that. Then, once out, the others.”  The French accent poked through his words. Seb used his calm voice, hoping to ease Hayden’s nerves somewhat. Seb really didn’t give two hoots about the emotional display that Hayden was going through, but the country boy was all the help he had to get out of the bathroom.

translation: good

The thing is, he knew exactly why he was in a panic, it was because everyone else was, but he didn’t actually know why, and maybe that’s what worried him even more. He turned around and focused on Sebastien, focused on shielding himself from the onslaught that he was experiencing. From the smell of it, there was a fire, and he knew that if they stayed there then there would be a chance they could die of the smoke. He nodded and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to rearrange himself. 

“Sorry, sorry, I’m okay,” he chuckled as everything started to dull out until he was feeling his own worry and the emotions that he was picking up from Sebastien which happened to be a lot less dramatic. “Never be an empath in bad situations.” Hayden’s hands were still shaking and his breathing was still a little labored, but besides that, he was much more alert. “I’ll help you out first, you find help as quick as you can. I can get up there on my own, since I’m-- uh-- taller.” 

#eh my reply wasn't any better #i was looking at their heights and taron isn't really that tall #in fact #luke is colin firth's height and i looked at a picture of taron and colin for a reference and laughed #a good short boy #convo: sebastien #//wb

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@maladaptivc

#in which hayden is again... spike #fayden #connections: hayden and faye

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@nuad-a

#connections: hayden and sebastien #buffy reminded me a lot of seb

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“  You've got a warm heart    You've got a beautiful brain    But it's disintegrating  “

Medicine, Daughter

Bonus: 

#the steadfast warrior #my good girl winnie #look i love her a lot #snippets #journal #character aesthetics

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hotheadhotheart·:

There was absolutely no part of Cole that wanted to be at the ball apart from maybe his dick and his ego. Being there with one of the perfect three did give his ego a certain boost. Corrupting one of the perfect three was something he’d been wanting to do for a very long time. As soon as he’d arrived he’s made full use of the free booze as well as the stuff himself and Ivy had brought with him so by the time Hayden found him, Cole was already buzzed. It was strange that he had managed to get drunk before seeing Hayden, usually they would have found each other almost straight away.

“Oh hey buddy.” Cole slurred with a smile on his face. “it is and it’s honestly unacceptable.” He looked around a second and laughed when he spotted Faye in the crowd. “Why have you brought the most uptight person in the world as your date? Here was me thinking you actually knew how to have fun. Also. The fuck are you wearing man?”

Every year, like clockwork, Hayden would find Cole, they would get drunk together, talk about the newer students, and somehow find themselves dancing. Even if neither of them really admitted that they could dance. Maybe it was because this year he attended that ball with Faye, something he still couldn’t believe he managed, that it took him this long to actually find his best friend. He had a cup in his hand as he shuffled away from the crowd with Cole under his arm. 

“How much’ve you had to drink?” Hayden chuckled as he found a quieter place near the food table where he began picking at the desserts absentmindedly. “I could say the same for you,” he grinned as he turned around, shoving a cake square in his mouth before opening his jacket more to show off his shirt, flexing just a bit under it. “I have plenty of fun. Why do you think I’m wearing this? I look good and you know it. I look like-- like sex on legs. For once.” 

#convo: cole

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👄: How does your muse kiss? Slow and sensual, like he might never get to kiss you again, almost desperate with laughter and bit lips. He kisses like he fears that if it stops, everything might just disappear.

#//i had to think long and hard about this one #about hayden #answered #answered: cole #journal #hotheadhotheart

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👅: What is your muse's favorite taste? bourbon, salted caramel, cherry lollipops, and coffee on someone else’s tongue

#about hayden #answered #answered: cole #journal #hotheadhotheart

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Send a Symbol for a Headcanon

👁 : How good is their sight?

👅 : What is your muse's favorite taste?

👄 : How does your muse kiss?

💄 : Favorite color lipstick?

💍 : Does your muse like to wear jewelry?

🧠 : How smart is your muse?

👃 : What's your muse's favorite smell?

🗣 : Does your muse have an accent?

👥 : Is your muse an introvert or an extrovert?

💪 : How strong is your muse?

👊 : Would your muse win in a fist fight?

👾 : Does your muse play any games?

🌂 : What's your muse's favorite kind of weather?

🌊 : Does your muse like the ocean or dry land better?

#yo i'm really bored... but too lazy to respond to cole and gage #i'll probably get around to it #might delete this #journal #about hayden

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Bold what your muse has done

broken a bone | gotten stitches | had a serious illness | had a near-death experience | killed someone | tried and failed to kill someone | invented something | been hungover | kissed someone | slow-danced | been in a long-term relationship | had sex | had sex and regretted it | had a one-night stand | had a threesome | experimented with their sexuality | had a kid | gotten married | gotten a divorce | self-harmed | traveled to another country | been in a play | received an inheritance | been in a car wreck | lost a loved one | been dumped | dumped someone | smoked | gotten high | been slipped something in their food/drink | won a contest | won an election | joined a sports team | gone skydiving | gone hunting | went horseback riding | been in a band | had a job | been fired | been in a wedding party | owned a pet | seen a ghost | skipped class/work | learned an instrument | gotten a noticeable scar| sued someone | been robbed | been mugged | been kidnapped | been sexually assaulted | been brainwashed/hypnotized | gone more than one day without eating | had a recurring nightmare | been bullied | bullied someone | seen someone die | attempted suicide | been tied/chained up | shot someone | stabbed someone | saved someone’s life | cheated on someone | been cheated on | had a stalker | been betrayed | been in a fight | been arrested | been to a funeral | had surgery | broken someone’s trust | gotten a piercing | gotten a tattoo | used a fake name | been tortured | been abused | been blackmailed | had an attempt on their life | gotten away with a crime | gone on a road trip | been in love

#I wanted to do it too... #about hayden #journal #fun fact: he was the eighth grade stuco president #he made everyone cookies with his Nan and Dad when he won and before the election #hayden travis for president lol

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nuad-a·:

Sebastien had gone to the bathroom to piss and mostly to get out of all the action going on in the ballroom. It was a quick solace to him; something to refresh his energy.  He was leaning against the far wall, trying not to make it seem like he was watching Hayden or something equally weird. 

The rumble was not expected and the tremor was extremely odd.  Sebastien knew as soon as Hayden shoved on the door that they were fucked. Like maybe not as bad as the people screaming and crying and like, dying, but still pretty bad off.  This was not going to be fun, especially since Hayden looked like he was going to have a freakout. 

“Eh bien, baiser. Nous sommes coincés dans la salle de bain! Damn!” Sebastien said, not really noticing that he was, in fact, speaking French. #bilinguallife. Also, the pair just had to be in the bathroom with only interior walls.  Seb was not as stressed as Hayden was, or at least he didn’t show it. 

**translation: Well, fuck. We’re stuck in the bathroom!

For a moment, all Hayden could do was focus on the mayhem of energies that he felt, his hands shaking and now the only person he was with wasn’t even speaking English. Though he didn’t have the strongest grip on the French language, he did manage to pick up fuck and bathroom which was his exact thoughts. “I’m gonna-- I’m gonna try again,” he nodded as he took a breath and rammed his shoulder into the door. Not even a budge. Even then, he continued to try and push whatever was in front of the door, only managing to slip on the ground. “Fuck!” 

Now, in most situations, Hayden always had a certain calm and composed demeanour, but now? With everything that was happening outside the door and absolutely no knowledge of what was actually happening, it was like all his emotions were displayed for Sebastien to watch. His breath was starting to come out laboured and all he could do was kick at the door. Focus Hayden. Focus. He closed his eyes as he leaned against the door, trying to make out anything, to hear what was going on outside, and block out everything that wasn’t his own emotions. With one last attempt to open the door, he managed to get it cracked just enough for rubble to fall through, cluing him into what happened. “Uhm, alright, I-- I think the wall or ceiling fell in? Whatever it is... we’re fucked unless we figure something-- something out and I need to get out there and--” And find Faye or Cole, see if they were okay. 

#right now the poor bb needs to chill out #convo: sebastien #//wb