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fornora · 2 months
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The following is a transcription of several tapes found in the personal effects of Harold Clarke, a founding member of Seaboard Cryonics. The two main speakers have been identified as Dr. Victor Fries and his wife, Nora Fries.
VICTOR: The time is 2:22 in the afternoon on April 5th, 1972. I am here with Nora Fries–
NORA: Your wife [laughs], don’t leave that out.
VICTOR: My wife, Nora Fries, for her pre-procedure interview. These interviews serve as documentation for an individual’s decision to undergo cryopreservation and should be viewed alongside their living wills or advanced directives. Nora?
NORA: My name is Eleanor Grace Fries, and I am of sound mind. I’ve chosen cryopreservation because I was diagnosed with Huntington’s three years ago, which is an inherited condition that causes progressive degeneration of neurons that eventually results in death. My family doesn’t have a history of it, so I, um, was just unlucky. Oh. I’m shaking.
[Sound of rustling.]
NORA: Thank you, dear [sighs]. My prognosis was about twenty more years, with worsening symptoms. I’m currently thirty-six. I work– worked for New York’s Department of Environmental Conservation as a biologist. I…
[Conversational pause – 10 seconds.]
NORA: I don’t want to die. It’s really that simple. We’ve all got to go eventually, I know, but I don’t want to spend the rest of my life on a decline. Victor started this career for me, I hope you know… whoever’s listening to this in whatever year it may be.
VICTOR: [Quietly – hard to make out] It was in our vows.
NORA: Most people don’t make career changes off of “in sickness and health”, dear. But… you know I’m glad you did. Where was I? Decisions, right. I don’t want to die. If I stay here, I will. If I go into cryopreservation, I have a chance. And if it doesn’t work, then it’s not like I would have lived anyways. So I might as well have hope.
NORA: Besides, I helped with some of the compounds. What sort of scientist doesn’t have faith in her own work?
VICTOR: Without Nora, we wouldn’t have the methodologies currently in use. “Help” is… an understatement.
NORA: You flatter me.
[More rustling – someone shifting on a bed? Gurney?]
VICTOR: Never.
NORA: That’s my story, then. You can look at my living will if you’d want it written out.
[Conversational pause – 4 seconds.]
NORA: Victor?
VICTOR: Yes?
NORA: I’m terrified. It’s silly – I’ve thought it all through, we've thought it all through, but I’m still…
VICTOR: I am too.
[TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE: Victor’s emotional affect has remained the same throughout this tape. Flat.]
NORA: I know. You’ve got that pull to your lips. [Attempts a laugh, it trails off.] Well, I guess we should get on with it. Promise you’ll be there when I wake back up?
VICTOR: Always. Do you promise not to leave if I’ve gone gray?
NORA: [Laughs] I think you’ll look distinguished, dear.
[Brief conversational pause.]
VICTOR: This concludes Nora Fries’ pre-procedure interview.
[Tape recorder clicks off.]
[Background noise – machinery humming and some sort of pressurized gas, the beeping of a heart monitor.]
VICTOR: The time is 3:01 in the afternoon on April 5th, 1972. This is a recording of Nora Fries’ cryopreservation procedure. It is intended to be used as reference material for her future cryorevival procedure. I am here with several members of Seaboard Cryonics’ medical staff.
VICTOR: In this instance, we begin with general anesthesia… Nora?
NORA: I’m ready. Are you?
VICTOR: Yes.
NORA: Come over here before you put me under.
[Brief footsteps. A noise of surprise – from Victor?]
NORA: Did you really think I wasn’t going to give you a kiss goodbye?
VICTOR: I… wasn’t sure. [Clears his throat.] Do you want me to put the mask on for you?
NORA: Please. And Victor?
VICTOR: Yes?
NORA: I’ll see you again. Soon.
[Various background noises. It sounds as though other people are moving around the room, presumably the medical staff.]
UNKNOWN MALE #1: She’s under.
VICTOR: We now substitute cryoprotectants for blood. Nora– the patient’s blood type is AB-negative. The body is also cooled at this stage.
UNKNOWN MALE #2: [Unintelligible.]
VICTOR: What?
UNKNOWN MALE #2: Nothing.
VICTOR: Legal death occurs during this stage.
UNKNOWN MALE #2: Christ.
UNKNOWN MALE #1: I’m starting transfusion.
[Various background noises. Eventually, the heart monitor flatlines.]
UNKNOWN MALE #1: Time of death 3:29PM.
VICTOR: [Unintelligible.]
UNKNOWN MALE #2: You don’t think this is fucked up? I didn’t sign up for… this.
VICTOR: Then you can leave.
UNKNOWN MALE #2: That– she was your wife! This is murder, they– they’re going to put you in jail and throw away the key, holy–
VICTOR: [Sharply.] If you were going to be squeamish, you should have left. Don’t talk about Nora to me.
[Sound of a door being thrown open and slamming shut.]
UNKNOWN MALE #1: New hire. Sorry, Dr. Fries. I didn’t know he’d crack up. Um, anyways, it’s just the total transfusion now and lowering her temperature.
VICTOR: I know.
UNKNOWN MALE #1: I can step out if you want to be alone. Just page me if…
VICTOR: Please.
UNKNOWN MALE #1: I’ll come back when it’s time to transfer her over. Get someone else to help too.
[Sound of a door opening and being quietly closed. No speech for six minutes.]
VICTOR: …Nora.
The next four hours of tape are silent, punctuated only by the occasional medical observation about transfusion process or temperature. Fries is alone for all of it.
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eluxcastar · 1 year
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Hello!
Can I request you headcanons about Columbina, Sandrone and La Signora (separeatly) with gender neutral Reader?
Reader is introvertic, shy and really dependent on them. Bassicly they can spend entire day with head on theirs lap or sitting on their lap while huggung into them while blushing bright red.
Just reader being clingy and acting like puppet/puppy.
If you could, can you make this yandere headcanons if you do such things? I haven't read your rules in long time.
~❄ Anon
Good puppies are always loyal
── ୨୧:columbina, sandrone, la signora x reader (separate)
୨୧﹑synopsis :: just some little optionally yandere headcanons of cuddling and stuff
୨୧﹑genre :: fluff but only if you squint lmao
୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, yandere reader, implied yandere columbina, signora's has you referred to as a dog, this is rushed ngl, we know not the name proofreading in this house
୨୧﹑words :: 810
dw anon I'm happy to fulfil yandere requests ❤️ I couldn't figure out whether the yandere part referred to reader or characters because the idea of reader being conditioned to be this way rly spoke to me but I am also a SUCKER for yandere readers. the puppy part made me think that was probably what you actually meant so I intended to do that but then for some reason it seemed very mutual yandere instead?? idk I'm tired
tell me if you want/meant the other idea cause I can do that too (one day my demons will win) (I'll probably end up doing it anyway possibly with other characters)
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─ ୨୧: columbina
Columbina just thinks you're so cute, enjoying how clingy you can be, though she lets you down firmly enough when you need to be away from her for whatever reason, though she wishes it were appropriate to drag you into the places the Harbingers meet to dote on you all the time there, though she's not too eager to share you either, so perhaps it's for the best she has an excuse not to let you be seen by those unworthy of you.
even her colleagues can be filthy, and they fight constantly, always riling each other up. your innocence has no need for such an environment, a little dove in the hands of wolves. no, you belong with another dove who can nurture you and treat you properly. that is why you love her after all, isn't it? what draws you to her and what keeps you fixed on her. she's like a pretty drug, though far more angelic and no less addictive in nature.
she allows you to touch her however you like, even publicly if you wish as Columbina doesn't have anything against being seen being affectionate with you, only with the eyes that watch. she wants to be seen that way, actually, to be seen smothering you in the love you crave and which you will so gladly take from her so that others know you are not to be toyed with and taken advantage of, even if she embarrasses you at times with her fussing. you probably aren't too fond of the attention in public, are you? all those people staring at you, you must be so flustered, poor thing.
 
─ ୨୧: sandrone
Sandrone is very fond of your behaviour, you're much better than her other ones, something that doesn't need instructions to obey. you're so attached to her, and she'd much rather cart you around latched onto her side and happy to lay your head in her lap while she strokes your hair.
she likes to see you happy, indulging you perhaps more than she should, as to see you practically purr with delight because she knows what you want, and she's going to give it to you in order to see you smile up at her from the comfort of her lap. she wants to say you're predictable, as a compliment that is, she likes it when things do what she wants them too. it's much easier to know how to please you when she picks out your tells, and begins to fall into a rhythm though she also likes it when you just cuddle with her.
she wants you to curl up in her lap, letting her cuddle you close and spoil you, though not too much. she enjoys the feeling of you laying your head on her shoulder like a pillow. Sandrone certainly pedals to your little crush. is it a crush if you're supposed to be her girlfriend? you certainly act like you're giddy and struck by puppy love sometimes. Sandrone likes to let you keep some of her creations and often makes you some she thinks you'll like, usually ones you can cuddle up to and be clingy to in her absence, little pieces of her she leaves with you in her stead.
 
─ ୨୧: la signora
acting like a stray puppy before the Fair Lady was never a good idea, let alone when she's taken such a liking to you, such a cute face. you are, in many's eyes, spoiled by her, just not in a way anyone truly wishes to be. thankfully you are more grateful to Signora's way of loving than most. she lets you follow her anywhere you're willing to go, as long as you behave yourself. she realised quickly you'll eat her instructions up.
crimson butterflies are a beautiful thing, even in the wintertime when you shiver they warm you in the absence of heat or a fire. you notice it first when one lands on your nose. it emanates warmth you never care to shoo away, always the work of Signora who notices your shivering and acts to fix it before you freeze to death under her care. she simply cannot allow that to happen, though it only really happens when you're not cuddled up to her mooching your warmth off of her body heat. she'll play with your hair, making sure every piece is perfect.
she has you whipped to her beck and call that's for sure. she always has. she treats you like a child sometimes, finding you to be something like a cute, pathetic little dog in desperate need of loving and caring to ease the yearning for comfort you hold. she's unexpectedly kind to you as a result, cooing at you almost like you can't even take care of yourself and like you need her. how would you go on without her benevolence? without her love?
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t4tdanvis · 5 months
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hey guys give me ur sexuality/gender headcanons for mcd characters i need them
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epickiya722 · 1 year
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I firmly believe that Todoroki uses the title of "conspiracy theorist" just to tease people/Midoriya. Like he won't even mean anything he says, he'll just say it to get a laugh out of people and for himself.
He does this mostly around Midoriya because he knows he'll react to it. He doesn't even have to bring up Midoriya, just anyone will do.
"Hey, Uraraka, I was wondering if you and Thirteen related by any chance?"
"TODOROKI, THAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE!! IT'S THE SPACE THING, ISNT IT?!"
"😏"
It doesn't even have to be secret family relationships. It could be anything!
"I bet Mr. Vlad has been replaced by a clone a week ago because I saw him sneeze twice. He usually just sneezes once."
"Todoroki... that... why...?"
"😆"
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icemde · 5 months
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GRAY & HIS SMOKING HABIT
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EVERYONE HAS COPING MECHANISMS, THE WAYS THEY CHOOSE TO DEAL WITH TRAUMA. How people develop said coping mechanisms is very dependent on their surroundings and upbringing, and being raised in what is the social equivalent of a bar for the majority of your informative years, it's not surprising Gray had picked up a rather unhealthy one. While none of the adults in the guild had been the ones to hand Gray his first cigarette or encourage this behavior, it made perfect sense for him to gravitate towards it having watched so many partake in the habit themselves.
GRAY WAS FOURTEEN WHEN HE WAS GIVEN HIS FIRST CIGARETTE. It was one of his first proper solo jobs in the guild, and had ended up being a lot more stressful than anticipated. The client was actually the person to offer it to Gray, seeing how wound up he was and simply said 'everyone needs a way to unwind, besides, if you're old enough to do that shit, surely you're old enough to have one of these.' Gray, not wanting to be rude, accepted it and ended up sharing a smoke with that client. While it was a bit rough for the first few drags, he had to admit that he was feeling a bit more relaxed. The client had ended up paying Gray for the job with the promised amount of Jewels as well as a pack of cigarettes.
HE HAD MANAGED TO KEEP THE HABIT HIDDEN FOR THE FIRST FEW MONTHS. Gray had seen how some of the older members of the guild would chastise Wakaba for his own smoking habit, and considering Gray was half his age, he truly didn't want their disapproval upon himself. The first person to actually catch Gray smoking was actually Wakaba himself, having found the young teen a few blocks away from the guild hall smoking. Instead of scolding him, Wakaba mainly just talked with Gray and gave him some advice on it all, not wanting Gray to be come as dependent on it as he was himself. The two also made an agreement then and there that Wakaba would be the first adult Gray would go to if anything came up due to this habit in particular.
It was a simple agreement between the two but it did help a lot with Gray becoming more comfortable about smoking around the guild hall. He tries to keep a safe distance from those when he is smoking, not wanting to be rude or accidentally blow smoke in their face, but he didn't turn away people offering to smoke with him or keep him company as he did so. Cana had been his primary smoking buddy until she quit, but Loke and occasionally Natsu would be the two to keep him company the most if he was outside the guild having a smoke.
GRAY DID EVENTUALLY QUIT SMOKING, ALL IN THANKS TO A MAGIC INDUCED TIME STASIS. During the events of the series, Gray's smoking had picked up more than he'd care to admit due to everything that has been happening in rather quick succession, all eventually coming to ahead during the S-Class wizard trials. Funnily enough, Gray had forgotten to pack cigarettes for the trip, assuming it wouldn't be that stressful and that he could survive however long it'd take for the trial to complete. After everything that happened with Hades, Gray was extremely irritable, and kept talking about how he needed to buy a pack of cigarettes the moment they get back to the mainland. This never came to be due to Acnologia's attack and the activation of fairy sphere.
I go over the grand fairy spells on a mavis headcanon, but fairy sphere is inherently a healing spell, so while the members of the s-class trial were trapped in time, their bodies were in a period of healing. Their bodies may not have aged physically, but they were effected in the seven years, Gray being one of the biggest indicators of that. After they returned to Fiore and the guild, Gray had attempted to have a smoke, only for his body to almost reject it. Almost as if overnight, his body could no longer handle smoking the way it had before. That didn't mean he didn't try to pick the habit back up, but with the GMG approaching and loosing three more months of time like it was nothing, Gray had decided that it was probably for the best that he just gave up the old vice. He hasn't 100% quit, but he's definitely not at the frequency he use to be at before the 7 year ksip.
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resolvebound · 1 month
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His Cabin. Part 2 (Part 1 here)
(see, very rough floorplan)
Set among some sturdy trees to protect from harsh storms, yet not too close as to never see or feel the sun’s warmth, the cabin could be classed as rather picturesque. Featuring a steeply pitched roof to prevent snow from settling too thickly, and a covered porch to offer protection from the elements, it seems an inviting place (in Gray’s opinion at least). On finer days, the outside furniture of two chairs and a table often sees use in the morning or evening, when Gray enjoys the peace of a meal or drink outside.
Within the cabin, the free-standing fireplace draws the eye as soon as you walk in. Its old but well maintained and looked after, boasting polished surfaces that speak to the recent revival of its life. In the colder times, the fireplace heats the living room/lounge and kitchen very well, reaching even into the bedroom and studio on the right side, if their doors are left open.
The wooden floors have been replaced over the years, with care taken to replace the ruined planks with the same type of wood, so that the repair still fits with the tone of the original. The floors are smooth and dark, a rich and warm shade, the same as the logs and beams used for the walls and structures, making the main descriptor of the interior “cosy.” Adding to that, a couple of large rugs lie in the living room, with another in the bedroom, aiming to lessen the chill that can come to the floorboards during certain times of the year.
In the left corner of the main area, the couch sits invitingly with a worn, yet very comfortable armchair beside it. They hold a few squashy cushions and a soft blanket and wait beneath the natural light provided by the nearby windows, or in the evenings, rest with the glow from the fireplace or lamp nearby. Beneath one of the windows, a large woven basket, plump with a patterned pillow, is ready to accept the sleepy company of one of Gray’s dogs (yet when Gray is not around, the dogs tend to make their bed on the couch instead).
Extending from the living room, the kitchen looks to the back of the property. On the small side, but perfectly functional, the kitchen is kept simple and well stocked. The pots, pans, and various dishes are held by a robust shelf, and their size perhaps reveals the fact that he doesn’t know the meaning of cooking small portions. While standing in the kitchen, it’s easy to stare out the windows and get lost in thought (dangerous to do if you’re cooking). The view of the woods is typically rather peaceful, as long as seeing dark shapes moving at night isn’t off-putting to you.
The kitchen also holds the back door of the cabin, which leads onto another covered porch. Unlike the front, this one tends to be where additional firewood is kept, waiting to be carried inside and used, as the weather has a gentler touch on this side of the small building. A modest little utility room is kept to the side of the porch, a place where laundry is done and muddied boots and tools live. The small sink in this room occasionally makes a rather unnerving gurgling noise, and the pipes seem to creak threateningly, the sounds carry through the wall shared with Gray’s bedroom and sometimes wake him during the night.
Quite purposefully, his bed takes up most of the limited space in the bedroom. He tends to sprawl out in his sleep (not to mention the tossing and turning he’s prone to), and in his opinion, a bed should be the biggest thing in a bedroom and there needn’t be much else there. The bed in question is extremely comfortable, with a newly built wooden frame and quality mattress, and he has a feather/down quilt that always holds the perfect temperature. The bed is hardly ever made, the blankets always rumpled and inviting. Aside from the bed, the room also holds a solid chest of drawers and a bedside table. Set into the wall, an inbuilt closet with folding doors contains additional space for clothes and other items needing storage. A lovely painting of a forest scene adorns the wall on the space between the door and the closet, so that he can look at it from his bed and admire the style in the times where sleep is trying to elude him.
On some nights, the slow and steady drip coming from the bathroom next to him is somehow relaxing, yet on others, it’s irritating. The drip is often fixed and often returns, perhaps the old style clawfoot bathtub it falls into would be too lonely without it. The small room contains the usual amenities (albeit rather cramped), all somewhat recently installed and keeping in style with the rest of the cabin. Above the sink, the mirror is the only item not yet updated, the one thing that has observed and remained since perhaps the beginning. It’s rather small and speckled with age, roughly edged with the darkness of deterioration. He’ll get around to replacing it, one day, he says.
Lining one of the walls outside of the bathroom, and in several other places, bookshelves fit neatly into place. Some of them are rather bare, only holding the odd book or thing, but others are full of books, objects, and one or two small wooden chests. A few picture frames scatter themselves throughout the shelves, adding a little life and colour with their artwork. In the safety of his own space, he supposed he could admit to being a collector of mementos and other things that caught his eye.
In a similar vein, there was a safe place where he could also admit and practise his artistic hobbies. The studio, as he thought of it as, was the first room on the right and captured lovely natural light for a decent amount of the day. A desk in the corner of the room held the light from the windows and offered a steady surface for smaller works, where the square table allowed for projects that were a little bigger in scale. The organised chaos of the room might have seemed a tad overwhelming to some, but he knew his system well. Surplus supplies or those that he used less frequently were stored in the closet, along with a few finished works of his. The room might have been where art was created, but it was not the room it would be displayed in, (unless half-finished projects were what was desired) as there was no such room in his cabin for that, he never cared for his end results, just the process of creating them.
Creativity and perseverance, two parts of his very foundation, helped him rebuild the cabin into what it has become, his home. To look at it, inside and out, gives the knowledge that everything has been done with great care. It is a quiet, comfortable, restful place, with unique aspects and intriguing insights within, if one cares to observe them.
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fornora · 2 months
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[ hurricane ] ?
cocktail quiz - which song describes them the most? why?
Easy. Grapefruit High by French Thyme - although, really, this is more Victornora... (Also the source of my carrd header quote!)
Frozen kisses from our loved ones Boiling madness from the past ones I was told to be delightful But looking now that seems so frightful Holy candles keep the dead ones Blossomed flowers here to save them You can never truly keep them Hold them close but still they free themselves
So maybe Faced with Fire by Margaux, which is also more Victornora, hm...
Darling I’ve no other ideas You’re my only idea Love can make a one-track mind
Or maybe Ode to Fire by Jealous of the Birds, which- oh, you guessed it...!
What is rest? What is rest? If I cannot sleep next to you? What is warmth? What is truth? If I can't have an effect on you?
Something something do not separate the two of them. But anyways, all three of these (and everything else on my playlist, um) get me every time. Victor's pretty solely motivated by love, even if his history has taken a toll on how that's expressed. I think it's only fitting that what I consider "his" playlist is equal parts about him and Nora's relationship, too.
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eluxcastar · 1 year
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Okay but thought of Yandere Columbina making blindfold just like hers for GN! Reader and taking full control over one of their senses just to posses them more is just so *chef kiss*.
Can we get headcanons about it?
~❄Anon
Yandere Columbina and her love of sensory deprivation
── ୨୧:columbina x reader
୨୧﹑synopsis :: I APPARENTLY FORGOT THE SYNOPSIS TOO?? It's written on the tin 😭😭
୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, yandere, sensory deprivation, reader's concent and circumstances are ambiguous, not proofread
୨୧﹑words :: 446
so this is not the best request to come back to after playing the entirety of Dramatical Murder (ノ*°▽°*) oh it may be horrible, especially with Clear's bad ending still living in my head ( ◡‿◡ *) this does remind me of his bad ending actually, like microdosing it if you're not cool with having poor reader's eyes, arms, and legs removed
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Columbina’s ‘mask’ is more like a lace covering for her eyes, easy to see through at a glance. She is uninhibited, unlike some other Harbingers who you stare at the masks of and wonder how they manage to see as you can’t even catch a glimpse of their eyes—unlike the mask you look at that has been tightly woven for you by the hands of the Damselette.
As you expected, you can’t see a thing when she fastens it in place, tight around your head, but it doesn’t hurt. If anything, there’s a…mild discomfort, as if the absence of sight makes you conscious of the fact it’s there, pushed by the notion that if you wanted to be able to see again, you should remove it.
When you try to reach back to remove your blindfold, a pair of hands stop you, holding you in place as she commands you to “Leave it, use these disobedient hands you have to feel.” ever so gently.
So you are forced to do just that, feel your surroundings helplessly for something to tell you where you are, what’s around you. Where is the chair she sat you down on? Where is the drink you had? The bottle she was carrying? Where is the rest of the furniture? And most importantly-- your hand touches something that feels different, warm and pliable in your hand, something that squishes but not completely– is that her?
If only she hadn’t giggled you wouldn’t know, completely confused by her, but her scent becomes clearer like a bouquet of silk flowers before you, and her breath is close to you, her presence is nearer than you thought. She is watching, and she is enjoying watching you struggle to find your bearings— oh, how adorable you look—arms waving around and stroking at what they find as if that might help you grasp what’s there.
A table under your hand lends only a sound you have heard time and time again, the smooth feel of wood, but you recognise that much at least.
You’re so helpless, so unable to move when you’re too afraid to bump into something. You don’t question where her mischievous hands lead you nor what they lead you to do, though your ears catch the noises and your hands the sensations.
There is no question, no fight, only hesitation—a feeling quite easily forgotten—and you are completely at her whim suddenly in a world where you, who once relied so heavily on your sight, is now without it. That feeling of dread, like you will become lost even in a familiar place, is creeping up, but a pair of hands find yours to guide you along whichever way she pleases.
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t4tdanvis · 5 months
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"you cant headcanon men as lesbian/sapphic thats lesbophobic" has to be one of the worst takes ive ever seen. tell me ur not normal about trans women without telling me ur not normal about trans women
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wintereign · 5 months
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Some random headcanons that I have while I attempt to work on drafts! Some of these are from my old blog. If you know, you know.
Weiss drinks her coffee black. sometimes, she'll add sugar or cream to the mix but she prefers black. (she does drink tea, but she's 100% a coffee drinker.) Also, don't talk to Weiss in the morning until she has had a cup or two. She's not responsible for what she says otherwise.
Weiss never had any sort of pets growing up (she grew attached to Zwei when he was living in the dorms with them), but if she were to have a dog, it would be named Princess (or possibly after a boojie clothing brand in Remnant.)
She doesn't know how to cook / bake - why would she when she had chefs who'd do it for her? (I know this was confirmed in chibi, but it's still one of my favorites). Don't trust Weiss in the kitchen if you know what's best for you.
Weiss doesn't cuss, instead of using foul language, she would replaces the word and use something else instead. However, since being with her team (Yang specifically), she has loosened up and let a few words slip? But she prefers not to if she can help it.
She's a light sleeper. New places, she needs time to adjust to the noises. People talking quietly? She'll yell at them to shut up because she's trying to sleep.
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hcttrick · 7 months
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Note: this boy might appear soft and innocent to most but if he's threatened or his loved ones lives are in danger, if he dons his helmet and his claymore is summoned...one word: RUN.
He is theorized to have a higher body count then his siblings given what he was trained to be, a assassin, his helmet that usually doubles as a security blanket when approached by people is actually a noise canceller to deafen the screams of those who lives he ends.
He is human but when the helmet is on, his mind and body becomes that of a machine.
Tasked with two orders: protect the Hearth and destroy all who threaten to bring harm to it.
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icemde · 7 months
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GRAY FULLBUSTER, BUT BETTER ( CANON DIV. MASTER POST )
STRIPPING HABIT.
I have always had... mixed feelings about how Mashi.ma handled this quirk of Grays. It's not something I'm removing from him, but it's not just something he does randomly. Gray stripping was a habit he picked up when he was learning from Ur, and with how much emotions Gray has tied to both Ur and his magic, it would make much more sense that stripping is a TRAUMA RESPONSE for Gray more than anything.
When Gray was younger and still fresh off of Ur & his parent's death, Gray would typically strip down to his underwear, but as he grew older the severity of it declined a lot. At most, Gray will take off his shirt and honestly prefers to be shirtless around the guild and during jobs. Gray has NEVER stripped down to nude, especially in any public setting.
ICED SHELL SIDE EFFECTS
Iced Shell is heavily implied to be a very dangerous and damaging spell to cast. The fact that the spell requires the caster to be in full consciousness and willingness to cast the spell alone and the cost of it is their life, it would make sense for any failed or incomplete attempts of the spell to have lasting damages on the caster. Considering Gray has attempted to cast this spell at least FOUR TIMES CANONICALLY, one of them being a modified version of the spell he created himself, it would make absolute sense that Gray didn't come out of any of this scotch free.
Gray's entire being is littered with scars looking identical to cracks. The most obvious ones are on his arms, originating from his palms and climbing up his entire forearm before dissipating around his elbows. While the cracks were present after his first attempt on Galuna Island, they became more prominent after his attempt to cast Lost Iced Shell, considering this was the closest he had gotten to successfully casting the spell.
Gray's body temperature has also dropped dramatically. While before Gray would have always been considered cold due to his magic, he was never at a point where it would be concerning to those unknowing. After his two attempts on Galuna, Gray became frigid to the touch, his body feeling colder with every continued attempt. Following his final attempt, touching any part of Gray would be similar to sticking your hand in a bucket of ice, with his hands being the coldest part of his body.
ECLIPSE GATE / GRAY'S DEATH
It's absolutely wild to me how little the source material addressed this after the fact, considering Gray had literally just WATCHED HIMSELF DIE. Like?? Really?? Nothing??
Anyways, Gray has lasting PTSD from this event, even if he refuses to acknowledge it. While never elaborated in canon, Gray still felt the damage of the dragonling's attacks, and knows exactly where they hit on his body and the pain each shot caused. Gray had suffered from phantom pains almost constantly the first few months after the games, namely the one first shot in his chest and the shot in his head. While not as bad as they were, lasers typically are a trigger for Gray, bringing back all the phantom pains at once. He hasn't told anyone about these.
In terms of who know's about Gray's death, he wasn't very vocal about it with anyone. The only people who know of it being Lyon, Juvia, Meredy and Cana, as they were the only people to see it. After the battle was over, he had asked the three not to share it with anyone else, his logic being that because it never actually happened, there was no reason to worry others about it.
SILVER & TARTAROUS ARC
I'll be honest, I've had so many mixed feelings about Silver being Gray's father. While I understand the emotional implications of it all, I feel like it does more harm than good. Gray is probably at a point in his life where he has at least somewhat excepted both of his parent's death ( hell he's made some damn good progress about Ur's death ) then to suddenly have the reanimated corpse of your father show up and give you a mission to kill a demon just seems... wrong.
Unless I am writing with a Silver who does keep Gray as his son, GRAY IS NOT SILVER'S SON. The Silver he fights in Tartarous is not related to him, but is still from the same village as him and probably knew Gray's parents when they were alive. He would still be the one to gift Gray the Ice Devil Slayers Magic, as a fellow victim of Deliora and seeing that there was a survivor who is still fighting against the demons. I'll have another segment on the magic itself ( and honestly it might get it's own post ) but the magic itself is almost like an heirloom of the village itself, so Gray inheriting it still has some connection to his past.
Gray going after E.N.D is still something that happens, although not a request from his father, instead a conclusion he comes to on his own, realizing most if not all the issues they have been encountering are all stemming from this one book and one problem.
ICE DEVIL SLAYER MAGIC & DEMONIFICATION
I love the fact that Devil Slayer Magic has consequences of its use. It's a magic inherently linked to dark magic so it would make sense it would come with a toll for its casting, especially if the caster wasn't properly trained in it. Considering Gray inherited the magic and the only teacher he could have for it died, Gray definitely falls on the more dangerous side of using the magic.
The magic itself originated in his home village of Aneria, where stories of soliders who fought demons was common place. It was standard practice for the magic to be passed down to the villages youth to continue its legacy, but after Deliora's attack, no one had been able to pass along the magic until Gray met Silver.
The darkness that taints his skin upon casting it is directly connected to two things. 1) the strength of the magic itself, and 2) the level of control he has over the magic. Because Gray is still fairly new to the magic, the more darkness is concerning, meaning he has less control over his magic and mental state. While not instantaneous, the magic is known to corrupt untrained users, which is the main reason Gray doesn't resort to using the magic unless absolutely necessary.
Honestly, this section is getting its own post in the future, but for now it's important to know that the cure Porlyusica gave Gray when the markings first started appearing were magic suppressants, to prevent the Devil Slayers Magic from overrunning him if continuous use was needed.
ONE YEAR TIME SKIP
I still have it that Gray and Juvia went off together to train during the time skip, but I will make it clear that GRAY TOLD JUVIA he was leaving. I honestly hate the idea of Gray, someone who has some level of abandonment issues, up and abandoning someone he cares about with little to no warning is absolutely messed up and not him. She knew he was leaving, but neither of them knew how long he was going to be gone, and he knew that reaching out to contact anyone would put the mission at risk, which is why he vanished off the map after joining Avatar.
MORE TO BE ADDED.
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