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colourstreakgryffin · 3 months

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hii! could u write headcanons of Alastor x Male (preferly) Overlord Reader who is the opposite of him? Rarely smiles, isn't very chatty and is rough? and since Alastor loves dancing and singing, maybe Reader is shy about it and doesn't like the way he dances and sings?

You know what! I am gonna kill two birds with one stone and make us an Ink Demon! Overlord. So, we’re basically like Baby Bendy from the second BATIM game. Don’t know it? Look it up. One side is harmless and adorable and the other side is monstrous and vicious— however. Here, it’ll just be causal demon form than evil demonic Ink Demon form! Anyway. Let’s goooo. I’ve been doing a lot of GN for Alastor, this time we got a man! I don’t know if you want us to be romantic, I am just gonna guess platonic

Alastor- Follow Me

You look pretty cute and friendly. Black and white, cartoony, with adorable stereotypical demon features like arch-like horns and a long-thin tipped tail. Most importantly, your entire body is made of ink. Only your clothing is touchable, otherwise, your ‘skin’ is so soft, liquidity and stains anything it touches. For that reason and one more, you harden yourself up and avoid conversation

Alastor, the Radio Demon, is not a fan of making friends with men. He prefers women, they are just easier to talk to. However, you’re not as vile and unlikeable as most men with your personality is. You’re the strict, stern, responsible one of the Overlords, ordering the other Overlords to pay attention to Camilla Carmine

Alastor doesn’t know why but he finds you interesting

Your uncontrollable Ink Demon side is extremely violent and merciless so you had to develop a thick shell, in order to make sure nothing can make it trigger at random. It’s too much of a risk, hence why you behave in the way you do. It’s a self-defence mechanism and it’s a protection method to everybody else around too

Alastor doesn’t even care that you’re untouchable. He will touch you anyway, getting annoyed by the black ink forming your body in a in-fact, solid fashion, getting onto his sleeves or hand but he ignores it to converse with you

Alastor also ignores the gruff warnings you give out when he approaches you. That you’re dangerous and that the Ink Beast will try rip him to pieces if it’s let out. If anybody thinks Alastor would be scared of the Ink Demon, they have another thing coming. He’d actually like to face off this Ink Beast one day

It looks like, to every other Overlord, that Alastor is talking to a brick wall when he talks to you. Since you’re not responding not even looking at him, just focusing on Camilla and her statements with the most bland and rough expression, not a single hint of a grin. You’re the opposite of Alastor and yet, he’d like to befriend you

Alastor keeps trying and trying without even halting. He’s quite the persistent man and when he wants to befriend somebody, he won’t stop until he gets what he desires and at this moment, it’s to make friends with you, rather you shut him down and bark at him to stay away

Alastor finds your overall appearance cute. You look like you were drawn for a kids cartoon in the early 19th century. Possibly around his own time of the 1920s-1930s. You’re bendy and mendable, you defy all laws of logic and have cartoon physics on your side. You’re like if a kids cartoon demon tried to be a big bad mafia boss and ruled a part of Hell itself, and he isn’t filtered when it comes to this opinion. He straight up tells you all that

Alastor, overtime, ends up succeeding like the little I don’t take no for a answer brat he is in getting you to agree in joining him out to the Hazbin Hotel and accompanying him for a nice little tour. Throughout the tour, he notices that some music in the Lobby is blasting and without even hesitating, he drags you over to join him into a dance

“Come, my dear sir. Let us dance this tension away!” Alastor chimes out rather excited, immediately leading you into a half-messy dance performance with him as the head. You just stumble along, slightly gritting your fangs in discomfort but it won’t be acknowledged by Alastor in the slightest. All he cares about is putting a smile on your face

Alastor laughs warmly as you attempt to try keep up with him during this dance he had dragged you into. You’re clearly quite timid, not enjoying the way the Deer Overlord dances and sings but you either don’t care enough to shut him up or you are too kind to try shut him up

Alastor likes to tease you about your behaviour and your looks. He isn’t frightened or intimidated at all by your beast side and you’re too colourless and squishy to be scary, he does actually view you as a wonderful friend. Even whilst you’re cold and dismissive, he can get you to acknowledge him and be polite to him so it’s a win for Alastor in the end

It’s been a long time since Alastor got a male friend so he can be more crude and snarky with you, without actually needing to be sensitive, like with his women friends

“My good fellow. You don’t need to act so broody. Smile now, you’re safe and whatever you are worried about, it’s not going to do anything to you or me or anybody in this Hotel”

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canary3d-obsessed · 4 years

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 09 first part

(Masterpost) (More Canary Funsies)

Warning: Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

This episode features so many eternal minutes of zombie shambling that I thought I could fit everything into a single post. HA HA HA HA nope.

Zombie Temple

The trio do their best to fend off the not-zombies in the temple. Lan Wangji tells Wei Wuxian that he can’t go carving them up because they’re not actually dead, and drops a callback to their very first meeting at the gate of Cloud Recesses, when Wei Wuxian caught his attention with his pillowy lips comment on the not-dead cultivator.

Lan Wangji: You said it in that golden moment that will be seared into my memory for eternity, where I heard your voice and laid eyes on your angelic face and lost my heart forever, remember? Come on, babe, it was our very first zombie! How baked were you?

Wei Wuxian: I jerk off to the sword-fighting memory, not the zombie memory, you weirdo.

Nie Huaisang’s fear of the definitely not undead has apparently gotten him the rest of the way over his fear of Lan Wangji, because he’s now yelling “Lan-Xiong!” right along with “Wei-Xiong!” as he struggles. Note that although he later mentions that his fan is made of some fancy metal, we don’t see any evidence that he wants to fight with a fan any more than he does with a blade. I don’t hate anyone’s fan-fighting NHS headcanon, but my take is that he just isn’t a physical fighter, and that’s ok.

This is a good time to remember that our entire experience of the Nie clan so far in this story is 1. Clever but hopelessly combat-unready tiny artiste Nie Huaisang 2. Quietly helpful, absurdly pretty sidekick Meng Yao.

We don’t know yet that Nie Huasang’s gege and Meng Yao’s sugar daddy is literally the toughest motherfucker in the entire cultivation world. But his friends do! Which makes me love these dynamics even more, because not one of them criticizes Nie Huaisang for being the person he is.

(more after the cut!)

Never Let Me Go

This scene is where Wei Wuxian gives his tacit consent to being used as the eventual agent of Nie Huaisang’s vengeance....ok not really.

But he does make it clear what Nie Huaisang should do when he’s in a pickle. And NHS doesn’t forget things.

Priorities

Meanwhile, Lan Wangji isn’t nearly as patient as Wei Wuxian, and he drops a silence spell on Nie Huaisang basically out of annoyance. It’s not like they’re trying to be sneaky.

Lan Wangji: How about you have an exquisitely crafted ceramic cup of shut the fuck up?

Flute Girl

Wen Qing comes to the rescue by summoning all of the not-zombies, who happen to be her extended family, to come toast some marshmallows.

She’s another person who unwisely demonstrates, where Wei Wuxian can hear her, the power of flutes over zombies.

This move doesn’t seem to do anything important but it looks cool.

Brother Dynamic: Bad. Really Bad.

Jiang Cheng shows up in the temple and trolls everyone, because this is a great time for childish antics. Wei Wuxian is super happy to see him and runs over to hug him, which earns him a shoulder slam.

This is a regular part of their body language with each other. Wei Wuxian covers his hurt reaction very, very quickly, with a smile that doesn’t involve very much of his face.

Wei Wuxian is so good at pretending his feelings aren’t hurt, he probably convinces himself.

Then he gives a too-honest answer when Jiang Cheng accuses him of...daring to enjoy himself, basically.

That’s more truth than Jiang Cheng was looking for, and he raises a hand to Wei Wuxian, who hides behind Nie Huaisang. This move is interesting because on one level it’s just clowning; obviously Nie Huaisang can’t protect WWX from anything, and WWX doesn’t need protection from Jiang Cheng.

WWX can easily beat JC in a fight, as he’s let us know before. On another level, this retreat signals WWX’s harmlessness, his childlike-ness, in a semiotic dance that has been playing out for over a decade between the brothers. NHS is taking on Jiang Yanli’s role in the choreography, this time.

All of this troubling hostility doesn’t make Jiang Cheng a bad person. He’s young and he’s still under his parents’ control and subject to their abuse at home. It takes time to develop mindfulness about this stuff and learn to treat people beneath you differently than the way you are treated.

Jiang Cheng isn’t ready for that yet, any more than he is ready to say out loud that he cares about his brother.

Leave My Boyfriend Out of It

This interaction is noteworthy for Wei Wuxian defending Lan Wangji to his brother, before Jiang Cheng even has a chance to blame Lan Wangji.

Wei Wuxian says that following Lan Wangji was his own idea, and then gives LWJ the sweetest, warmest smile.

Lan Wangji also gets a pair of totally unearned, delighted smiles of thanks from his two besties when he lifts the silence spell on Nie Huaisang.

Being mildly dickish all the time works out fine, I guess, if you only make friends with people whose brothers are legendary grouches.

Grilling Wen Qing

Wei Wuxian finally decides he’s had enough of Wen Qing’s crap, and gets slightly aggressive in questioning her.

He’s not actually roughing her up but he is approaching her as a near-enemy for the first time, rather than as someone who wants to be her friend. Once Wen Qing tells him what’s up and agrees to a sort of temporary alliance, he goes back to being his normal slightly awkward self with her.

I don’t romance-ship WQ and WWX, except maybe as corpse-mountain era FWB, but I do like their chemistry. And their friendship is really refreshing and interesting, based on sharing goals and working together, not on emotional intimacy. It’s nice to see people with a lot of barriers around their hearts, building a strong, trusting bond without having to actually open up very much.

The idea of perfect sharing between people is a nice one, but it’s pretty alien to many of us who are recovering from trauma, or people who just aren’t wired that way, and it’s good to see other models of friendship and love.

Wei Wuxian, at Lan Wangji’s direction, parts the Red Sea drops a cage on the other 3 cultivators before going to hunt the dire birdy.

Jiang Chang is, predictably, pissed off about it, in spite of Wei Wuxian’s “you’re good at this” parting words, and says, according to the subtitles, “you bastard!”

“Bastard” is a pretty specific epithet, in English. In the current century, it’s generally used to mean “asshole,” more or less. But it still does carry the meaning “of illegitimate birth,” and since The Untamed is often concerned with legitimacy it seems pretty strong for JC to use with someone who is rumored to be his own Dad’s by-blow.

Let’s have a look and see what he really is calling him... 你混蛋 = Nǐ húndàn = “you bastard” per Google translate. Wow, Jiang Cheng, you really went there, huh.

Wen Granny

Wen Qing and the others in the golden cage watch as the not-zombies try half-heartedly to get to them. Wen Qing is super sad about it, as opposed to the two guys who are just annoyed (Jiang Cheng) or scared (Nie Huaisang).

The first time I saw this, it was just - oh, Wen Qing sympathizes with this poor random woman, she feels bad about what's happening, this is to show us she has a heart.

Now though -- that's HER granny. Maybe not her bio-grandma but clearly a granny of her clan, who she knows well, who later cares for A-Yuan when he's a child, so may very well have cared for A-Qing and A-Ning when they were small, too. Owie.

Dire Bird Hunting

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian run off to hunt the smoke bird together. They are quickly trapped in cool-looking fog. Kudos to the Director of Photography.

They spend some time being confused and also being peak Wangxian 1.0 as they help each other out.

Lost in the fog and unable to summon talismans, Wei Wuxian is mainly about checking on Lan Wangji, making sure he’s ok, making sure he’s near. He doesn’t spare any worry for himself.

(We get a rare instance of seeing an actually glowing sword here, instead of just having a character say “I saw the beams of swords!” to save money on VFX.)

Lan Wangji, meanwhile, understands the mental attack they are under, explains it to Wei Wuxian with only a little snark about Wei Wuxian’s overly busy mind, and teaches him how to handle it.

Lan Wangji is super disciplined in mind, body, and sword - his fight moves don’t change, really, throughout his life, but he gets better and better at execution. Wei Wuxian isn’t exactly undisciplined, but he’s super creative and busts out a new skill in nearly every encounter. Lan Wangji sees this and is learning to make use of it.

After Lan Wangji helps Wei Wuxian overcome the confusion that is blocking his talisman use, he tells him which talisman to use.

This isn’t a talisman that LWJ uses himself, it’s just that he’s paying very close attention to WWX’s battle moves, and has a great memory, so he knows which ones will work. In a pretty short timespan he’s moved from thinking like a solo swordsman to thinking as part of a team with a broad range of battle skills. Very soon, he’ll be starting to use Wei Wuxian’s talismans himself.

WWX takes a hit from the flying death chain, but uses it to his advantage, as in so many encounters. He’s not just self-sacrificing--he is definitely that--but he’s also a chess player, knowing how to use a sacrifice or an injury to his advantage. Cue Lan Wangji being worried for the entire rest of his life.

Part Two is here!

#fytheuntamed #the untamed #the untamed gifs #wangxian #chen qing ling #restless rewatch the untamed #canary3d-original #nie huaisang #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #lan wangji #wen qing

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 4 years

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Imagine if the suitors went to the beach for a whole day in the modern world...what crazy crap do you think will happen

Here are a handful of crazy and/or cute headcanons that came to mind! :D

-Mozart swatting away seagulls because HE IS TRYING TO EAT IN PEACE

-Jeanne watching him, MC offering him two water guns with a silent nod (sunglasses on, we’re going full meme)

-Jeanne then proceeds to shoot at them (no gulls were harmed in making of this promotional video) and his aim is impeccable it would be disturbing if the thwarted squawking wasn’t so funny

-Little kids start swarming around Jeanne asking how he’s so amazing and wanting to play team battles, inviting him to join

-Napoleon encourages him, and even Mozart joins in despite not liking getting wet very much (he wants Jeanne to have some positive fun times bc he BIIIIIIIG depressy)

-In the end they both admit to having fun, and one of the kids even teaches Jeanne a special ten step handshake (Jeanne has no idea what that was but the kiddo was smiling so he figured he’d go with it)

-HE AND MOZART STILL SECRETLY USE THE HANDSHAKE FOR FUNSIES BUT TELL NO ONE BECAUSE THEY DON’T LIKE F U N DON’T LOOK AT THEM

-Dazai, alternatively, gathers the fallen gull army and becomes their god with a singular cylinder of Pringles. No I will not elaborate--THE SEA GULLS GOT HER!!!!!!!!

-Spends most of the beach day wetting his feet in the tide pools and talking very earnestly to the gulls about this new thing he learned about called tax evasion while people pass by this fucker in full kimono at the beach and are convinced he’s lost it

-Dazai is very much not sane but we knew this already, offers sea shells to little kids that ask him what he’s doing and tells them to listen to the secrets bird friends can tell them

-If Dazai sounds like an Animal Crossing Villager, that was entirely by accident but remains no less true

-Surprising absolutely no one, Arthur suggests volley ball after watching people play and invites some pretty ladies to join him

-Arthur ends up needing two more people to play, so he invites Vincent and Theo (Vincent is so excited about trying something new that Theo can’t say no despite wanting to make a volleyball-shaped crater in Arthur’s face)

-The funniest part about the volleyball game is that not only is Arthur a shit player (CANON WEAK ARMS FOOL) Theo destroys with his spikes, and Vincent’s reach is insane--the two brothers end up becoming the talk of the beach

-I just laugh imagining Vincent sincerely complimenting people around him and the ladies swooning because he’s just so nice and pretty is he even real

-Men aren’t happy about that^TM but at the sight of Theo’s defensive glower they keep their malicious traps shut--which turn on whichever girls weren’t interested in Vincent jahkslgjh

-**Kaguyasama narrator voice** Today on Arthur Shenanigans: Arthur loses

-Poor Isaac is hiding under the umbrella clutching sunscreen bc HE IS A PASTY BOY HELP HIM

-MC brought a few of the newest Maths/Physics books in her time for him to read, and while he doesn’t enjoy the intensity of the sun--not like vamp weakness, it’s just the strain on his body (too many stimuli too many people too much noise) that makes him tired and ultimately thirsty bc aberrant. But the change of scenery's not so bad.......

-MC laughs when she gets out of the water and the salt dries visibly on her skin, Isaac’s eyes bug out and he asks if it hurts (startles when Leo flicks sea water at him and asks how on earth they got in the water when it’s so cold!!!)

-Leo chats with him and he likes being able to draw theorems and the like in the sand, it’s like one big chalkboard (until a kid tramples across them in the middle of writing, POPPYCOCK!). Isaac ultimately has fun but prefers to stay inside poor bub

-Leonardo, surprising no one, falls asleep in the sand the second he gets there HE IS HOME (Italian beaches, amirite)

-MC decides to, after a point, bury him fully in the sand for shits

-Comte notices and aids in her shenanigans from his beach chair, snickering the whole time

-When the two are satisfied they go for a swim together, trusting Leo to look after Isaac if need be (even if he’s a mummy rn)

-Comte is relieved to hear that she knows how to swim, but also watches carefully and doesn’t let her drift out too far by keeping closer to the shore himself (riptides!!!! can be!!!!!!! dangerous!!!!!!!!!!) if he had his way (he would never impose but he worries ;-;) she’d be wearing floaties SAFETY FIRST

-They splash at each other like maniacs and chat amiably until they start swimming away as fast as possible when Leo wakes up, laughing

-How do we know that Leo woke up?

-Because he sat up ramrod straight and a tower of sand fell. He then proceeded to jump up and sprint to the water despite Isaac’s startled cries about being careful, and swam after them like a shark to get his revenge (it was like something out of an anime s2g)

-Mostly just tugs on MC’s leg, picks her up in the water, and yeets her across in retaliation; really harmless, she’s cackling the whole time

-Dunks Comte’s head in the water while he’s being scolded, and MC has to de-escalate their increasingly dangerous shenanigans before the life guard comes after them LMFAO

-They concede only bc MC looks sad/worried abt being kicked out, and agree to keep things fun FIGHT TO THE DEATH LATER TONIGHT

-Napoleon goes for a nice long walk along the shoreline and climbs the rocks if he finds any til he gets to the top (he does not go to his happy place HE GOES TO HIS HIGH LONESOME PLACE) wishes that Jupiter could be here to enjoy the brine

-Our boy Napoleon is simply just vibin he loves the beach. A little further off the sound of people is p muted, it’s just the crashing waves and crisp smell of salt, the light breeze ruffling his hair

-Sebas is absolutely watching through binoculars and writing down how majestic Napoleon is while making sure no one gets lost/wrecked as he takes notes

Bonus: since volleyball games can often happen back to back on a sizable beach, the boys^TM were playing and Arthur called out “Theo duck!!!!” and just as Theo was saying “Are you fucking kidding me did you really think I’d--T H W A C K” Theo gets nailed in the back of the head (Arthur later died after being put in a headlock)

Shakespeare didn’t feel like playing volley ball and didn’t have much else to do (can’t swim and has no interest), so he just sat back and tried to throw Theo off his game as much as possible

Por ejemplo: Theo misses a serve and Shakespeare just “For never was there a story of more woe; O bard Alexa, verily, play us Despacito” “SHUT THE FUCK UP”

Jeanne also gets hit by a stray volley ball, but when Vincent said “Oh no, Jeanne, duck!” he has one of either two reactions: 1. Boulevard of Broken Dreams plays obnoxiously loud as he dodges inhumanly fast 2. he quacks, gets nailed, and doesn’t react because he doesn’t have any brain cells to damage

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starrysupercell · 3 years

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Heavily based off of @aroacenita's headcanon post, about Belle and Byron's sibling status and background. In honor of the Gold Arm Gang Season starting today, and Belle's debut.

Warning: slightly heavier than what I've written before. But not much detail, just implications really.

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"If you don't shape up, young lady, what future will you even have?" A male voice scolded.

"Anything I want, I guess." She said, off handedly.

"Oh, why can't you behave more like your brother?" That was their mother, she sounded so distraught. "Why can't you be well-mannered like he is?

A scoff, "Oh that'd be perfect, wouldn't it? A flawless replica of you."

"What's with you and thinking we're just controlling you-?"

"Because that's exactly what you're doing!" She exclaimed, "Why do you think I don't want to dress up, and go out to social gatherings and 'leave a nice impression for the gentlemen?'" She air-quoted. "You've always dragged me along, and I'm sick of it!"

"Now don't be ridiculous, Belle." Their mother said. "When you were little, you loved dressing up and coming along with me to places."

"You forced me when I was little, and you're still trying to now! And now you're forcing him too! Do you honestly believe this is okay!?"

"We aren't forcing anything on you two. Studying is a must. You're only being dramatic, Belle."

"This more than just the damned studying! I'm talking about everything! I'm not stupid. I know your tricks--!"

Byron heard a smack, and he flinched where he stood outside the closed door, eavesdropping.

"You watch how you talk to your mother." Came the stern, simple command.

There was a stunned silence, and then hurried steps to the door. Byron ducked away further down the hall out of sight.

Belle passed by, a hand on her cheek. Her long black hair trailed behind her as she hurried away, and stomped up the stairs to retreat to her room.

"God, what are we going to do with her?" Byron overheard. "I have no clue.... she's beyond all reason."

"...Do you think that school will be able to handle her? What an embarrassment it's be if she's expelled from there...."

"...." The younger kid frowned, unsure of what to make of what he was hearing, and then slunk away.

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The tears shed were anger more than anything. Humiliation and outrage made her bury her face in the pillow she hugged now.

She could just hear their criticism. 'How unbecoming. Dry your face. You look highly unpresentable.'

They've been trying to mold them into perfect cookie cutter shapes since they were little. She hated it, and fought it because that wasn't her.

But sometimes... she miserably wracked her brain over what else she could pursue. She's been corralled into this lifestyle against her will, Maybe... her parents were right..? She should just... accept it?

She would just conform to this sense of defeat.

There was a knock on the door.

"Leave!" She barked, not caring if it was a serviceman, definitely either of her parents, or...

"It's me." Byron.

She paused. "What do you want?"

"May I enter?"

She sat up, annoyed. "For what? Go away, you brat."

"I brought chips."

"...." Belle wiped her face, and compromised to herself that if Byron even mentioned her red eyes, he was being kicked out. She stood, and walked over to the door. He was leaning against it, and stumbled at the sudden entrance, but quickly fixed himself.

'Nosy,' she thought, and snatched the bag he offered. "You sneak," she commented, looking over the bag. "They don't allow junk food like this."

"It's great for bribery." He smiled, walking past Belle. Case in point.

Belle opened the bag, and grabbed a handful. She smirked and rose her voice into the 'proper speak' she was taught. "Oh! Preposterous! How greasy! This will smear the walls and fatten one up in a mere hour!" She snickered and bit into the chips, making some crumble and fall onto the carpeted floor.

Byron thought the mess itself was quite distasteful, but decided that it was well deserved. Besides... that did sound like their mother. He also laughed along.

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She hated her hair. It was waist length, got in the way, tangled easy, and when it was loose, windy days were the worst.

Like right now. She couldn't even sit on the roof without it going wild.

'But proper women have long hair.' Oh, whatever. Proper women have it shitty then.

Belle sighed. There was around a month left before she'd be shipped off like the porcelain doll they wanted her to be. A month until her 18th birthday. A month until...

"Are you going to jump?" She heard. She looked up with irritation to the balcony outside of Byron's room, where he stood.

"No, dumbass." She told him.

Byron's look of concern turned to a very offended one. "Mom says cursing isn't becom..."

"Mom says cursing isn't becoming," she interrupted him to mock. "Yeah, I know. I've heard it before, you wuss." She looked back out to their vast yard, hoping he'd either leave or shut up.

Byron frowned, glaring at the top of her head.

"Being angry only hinders your thoughts," she snarked again, just as insulting a tone. "Since you can only have one at a time, you should listen to that." Byron narrowed his eyes down at her and he went back to his room.

About time.... Belle lost herself back in her thoughts. The sun was starting to set. A month left to plan. Unless her parents suddenly began to care, nobody was none the wiser to her plot. She was going to get out of here.

Unbeknownst to her, Byron walked back out quietly with a beaker filled with some concoction from his chemistry set at hand. It was harmless, but he had gloves on and his nose covered with his other hand for a reason. He leaned over the balcony and tipped out the contents over his jerkish sister. "Ugh! You little shit!! What even is this!?" She exclaimed in disgust.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know you were still out here." Byron said with a shrug. "I guess you didn't know that rooftops aren't for people to lay on. Dunce." He said, stepping back now as Belle angrily scaled the tiles. He miscalculated her speed, because she managed to reach him and grabbed his sleeve. He pulled back. "Let go of me!" He struggled to get away. There was a ripping sound and he stumbled back in surprise. Belle nearly fell forward too, but she clung to the railing. Byron ducked back inside to the safety of his room, sticking out his tongue at her.

Belle fumed, using the sleeve to wipe at least some of the disgusting-smelling chemical off, and then chucked it at his glass door.

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The week of her birthday, Belle feigned innocence. She apologized, and dressed well and "came to terms" with their final decision.

"I'm so happy that you're finally listening to reason." Her mother fawned over her, stroking the cheek that had been struck some time ago. "It makes me feel proud to have a daughter."

"Hmm," their father said. "It's about time."

Byron stayed quiet. Something was off, but it was rude to speak out of turn, and unwise to fling unproven accusations.

The night before she was set to get on the plane, Belle was ready. She packed everything she could into a single backpack. She didn't want to take too much. It would slow her down and she needed to get as far away as she could in a few hours.

The last thing she wanted to do was leave a written message. Not for her parents- they deserved no goodbye. No, it was for... Byron.

The problem was, she didn't know how to say it. She read over what she's written so far.

*Sorry for leaving you with them. I just couldn't bear it any longer. You need to wise up too, Byron. Don't let them brainwash you, okay? Get out of here when you can. Later.*

...It didn't feel right. He wouldn't agree with what she had to say. He would see it as an insult. This was somehow a lot more difficult than deciding to leave. ...She didn't 'have' to leave a note, did she? Belle sighed in frustration.

She tore the paper to remove the message and was left with a scrap piece. She balled up the message and shoved it in her pocket. Using the smaller piece, she scrawled out her message and got up. All she had to do was drop this off, and then leave. She stepped out of her room.

The house was dark and quiet. She stepped lightly toward Byron's room. Sound asleep. She was simply going to leave the note, but then spotted that treasure pile of snacks. Darn it. It wasn't a part of her plan, but she couldn't resist. She lifted a bag of chips very carefully, and a twin pack of sweets for the road. She placed her little note down in place of those with held laughter, then left to return to her room.

She opened her window, and hoisted her pack over her shoulders. Next she picked up the fashioned rope she made of quality cloths to tie to her heavy bed.

Typical, sure, but this would make a lot less noise than stairs and doors. Plus, in this way she could ruin the many precious dresses and skirts she was made to wear on her way out.

She threw the long cord out and climbed out as it rolled down the slope and then over the edge. She treaded carefully over and stared down at the yard.

Almost there. Belle began to climb down. As she made her way down, the heavy anticipation she felt at her chest alleviated. She was doing this. She'd be free.

As her feet hit the ground, she had already decided. Come morning, the first thing she would do was get a haircut. Chop it as short as she always wanted it to be.

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Byron always woke up early. This time around, he was awoken by the surprised exclamations of his parents.

"She's gone!"

"Really? Are you sure?"

"I went to make sure she was getting ready, and there was a rope of clothes out the window!"

Gone. She left.

He stayed awake, staring up at the ceiling in deep thought. Why didn't... she just listen? And stay... He would never understand her fighting at every turn.. nor his parents' subtle shift in their attitude toward him after that, like they almost expected him to do the same.

It'd be around two weeks later when he'd get a craving for a treat. They were intent on making sure he didn't even step out of line- he was ticked off.

The last package of his favorite dessert was gone, along with a bag of chips. Just a torn piece of paper was in its place.

"thanks, dumbass." was all it said.

Byron.... didn't know what to feel.

#Brawl Stars #Brawlstars #Belle #Byron #Goldarm Gang #Season 6 #Fanfiction #Writing #ask to tag #can someone talk in depth to me about byron and belle lol

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samandcheesewinchesterr · 3 years

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as much as people wanted eddie to be gay I don’t think he is. pan or bi sure but if you really think about it the likelihood of him being gay is next to none. just because him and shannon ended up not working out doesn’t mean he never loved her in a romantic way. even if his dad early on in eddies life shut down ideas of him liking a guy doesn’t mean he only find attraction to men. i feel like it makes so much more sense for eddie and buck to be bi and or pan.

wow imagine sending someone an anonymous ask saying ‘hey your headcanon that’s harming absolutely no one makes zero sense and here’s why’ wow could never be me i support people’s headcanons regardless of whether or not i agree

lemme introduce you to something it’s called ✨ comphet ✨

(compulsory heterosexuality: where gay men or lesbians feel falsified attraction to a woman or man respectively because that’s what society has ingrained in them)

listen bud your headcanons are all valid okay whatever sexuality you think eddie is go for it but personally i think he’s gay because that brings me comfort and it makes me happy so next time you want to shit all over someone’s harmless headcanon, reveal who you are, don’t hide behind anonymous

it would have been so much different if you had just started off with “personally/for me at least” then we could’ve had a conversation

#like some people could genuinely be hurt by this type of this type of ask so think next time huh #eddie diaz #9-1-1 #buddie #ask egg

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Andromeda 6 Headcanon - Poltergeist

Alright, this is just a dumb idea that struck me when listening to scary stories on Youtube the other night. How our crew would deal with living in a haunted home. I wrote a little bit for a rather harmless ghost when their living alone and a bit more vicious ghost if they live together with the traveler. I hope some people enjoy this even though it’s a weird one^^

( @spiritaed-kth this is probably not the kind of headcanon you were missing in this fandom, I’m sorry, it’s just what my heatfried mind came up with. Maybe I’ll get around to writing something more serious at some point, or better yet, someone with some sense will^^)

June: At first he would try to find rational explanations for what’s going on. Once he can’t explain it away he would start to research the history of the place. Since most ghost-backstories are rather tragic he would probably feel bad for the ghost because June is the kindest being in existence. So whenever the ghost smashed something he would be like “I understand your frustration, what happened to you was horrible and I am deeply sorry you had to go through it.” If the start of this haunting was an unsolved crime he would probably jump into detective mode. Because his ghost deserves some closure. Yes, it’s his ghost now, and don’t you dare disrespect his new metaphysical roommate.

If he’s living with you and things get out of hand, that’s a whole different matter. If you got spooked and you weren’t yet sure what exactly is going on he would stay up with the light on and guard your sleep. And if anything happened to you, like weird unexplained scratch marks or getting pulled out of bed or something like that, he would not allow you to sleep in that house anymore. “I know you love this place, so I’ll let you decide. If you want to, we’ll try to get rid of this… thing. Or we’ll find another place. And I promise you, we’d find something just as perfect. Better even, something without a ghost,” he’d tell you, clasping your hands. He’d lean towards the second option though, because he does not want you to get hurt.

Cal: Here’s one deeply rational man. And headstrong, too. So whatever ghost had to share a space with him would have to pull all registers to even get Cal to acknowledge that something weird is going on. Once he had to notice it he would be totally sure that it’s just Aya and Bash pulling an elaborate prank on him. And even when it becomes clear that it can’t be them, Cal would try everything to ignore the otherworldly out of existence. Imagine one of those ghost movie moments where all the drawers open and slam shut repeatedly and Cal would just sit there, reading the paper and mutter under his breath about the damn draft in this place.

If it’s your shared home and you start getting scared, he’d try everything to calm you down. Like search the whole house after some weird noises at night to make sure that there is nothing there. If you got harmed, he’d still try to explain it rationally: “Maybe I scratched you accidentally or… maybe you’re sleepwalking? People get up to all sorts of stuff when sleepwalking. I’ll look into that, alright? And I’ll stay up next night. I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise,” he’d tell you with a soft kiss to your forehead. He’d have a hard time accepting the truth but keeping you safe wins over his unwillingness to do so. So after that he’d start looking into ways to get rid of whatever is haunting your home, because he definitely isn’t going to give the place up. It’s what you picked out together and he also is determined to prove to you that he can keep you safe, even if it means going up against this.

Damon: As an assassin, Damon is very perceptive and would notice strange happenings in his house immediately. Also he loves cats and, as we know from the movies, cats can sense weird shit, so his guard is up as soon as one of the cats he’s bound to have at some point starts repeatedly hissing at things he can’t see. If it weren’t for his cats he wouldn’t even mind the odd misplaced thing or the door slamming and stuff. But if this entity scares his pets, that’s it. He’d start bringing books home (like “How to evaporate a ghost for Dummies”) for research reasons and will let them lie around threateningly and eventually casually tell the ghost: “We can do this the easy way and you just leave, or we can do this the hard way. You choose.”

With you around he would probably make fun of you a bit for getting scared. “You share a bed with an assassin, but you get spooked by Casper? Come on,” he’d say and poke your cheek. His mood would change if you actually got harmed. He’s confident that he can take this thing on. If it thinks being already dead will stop him from killing it again, it thought wrong. Because he won’t allow anything to harm the one he loves. How well that goes… well, it depends. There is a definite possibility of you coming home one day to complete mayhem, the whole house being a mess and the trashcan being on fire and a roughed up Damon would tell you: “I handled it, Your Highness. You’re welcome.”

Bash: He is already on guard on the first sign of things being off. He has seen all the scary movies, he knows how this ends. Something moves without having any business doing so? Call the ghostbusters because he is so not dealing with this. Or even better yet, he’d move. The ghost was there first, it can have the house. He’d also try to be very polite every step of the way, because you don’t want to anger supernatural things. Going in to get his stuff like “Uh, hello, Mr. Ghost? Or Miss? Mrs. Ghost? I’m just here to pick up my things. Don’t mind me, haha, I’ll be gone in a second! So sorry to disturb you!”

In his case if anything it’s you making fun of him for freaking out so much and you would have to influence him to stay. And he would be exasperated if you really wanted that. “Look, I really wouldn’t mind having a cute little house ghost. But in almost every ghost story things don’t get better, they get worse, and I really don’t want to test out that theory, you know?” He’d try to be brave for you, but the breaking point for him would be if you woke up with bruises or something. Being a bit scared he can handle, but this… “I would protect you with my life, but I don’t know how to fight something I can’t see. So please, please, let’s just move.” If you agree to move, he’d be so relieved he’d pick you up and spin you around before giving you a kiss and thanking you multiple times.

Ryona: She does not suffer bullshit. Generally she would treat the problem like some other people treat spiders: without any fondness, but as long as they stay in the ceiling corners, they are tolerated. So, as long as the ghost doesn’t cause too much trouble, she’s alright with it. But if it started messing with her belongings, she would get really worked up. And if anybody in the system could get a ghost to leave a premises just by being super cross with it, it would be Ryona. Just imagine her standing over a shattered flowerpot, her most disapproving look on her face, pointing a finger at the empty room: “That’s it! You can be insolent and petty if you wish so, but I strongly advise you be it somewhere else. Because if you touch my plants again I’m going to make your afterlife very uncomfortable!”

While Ryona would get mad if the ghost messed with her plants, it would get tenfold worse if it messed with you. She’s the one with whom the situation probably couldn’t escalate all the way to the ghost physically harming you. As soon as the entity got decidedly aggressive and destructive in behaviour, she would put an end to it. Not just the behaviour, the whole entity. She’d put hours into research, and you would come home one day to the whole place smelling of sage and being immaculately cleaned and she’d greet you with the brightest smile and a kiss: “I’m in a good mood, do you want to go out? Also, I took care of that insufferable pest, it won’t bother us again.”

Aya: At first, much like Cal, she thinks it’s just a prank, and she would retaliate hard. Poor Bash wouldn’t even know what hit him, especially since he’s innocent this time. After they worked out that it isn’t him, he’s convinced that her home is haunted and she thinks it’s hilarious, because ghosts, pfft, as if. She’d treat the whole thing like a huge joke. She’d probably give a name to the ghost, too. When people are over and a door slams or something shatters or the temperature drops and people got weirded out, Aya would just be like “Oh, that’s just Gertrude, my poltergeist. She’s a riot.” After a while, she’d start talking to Gertrude in some situations, too, like: “Darn it, Gertrude, have you seen my keys?” or “Be a darling and water the plants while I’m gone, will you?” (all of Aya’s plants are probably dead or on the way there. Just like Gertrude.)

If it’s the two of you sharing your home with this and you got scared, Ayame would still manage to get you to laugh with her reactions to the situation. She would keep her humour even if things got more dangerous. If this entity did something like scratch you, Aya would loudly declare to your bedroom: “Really, Gertrude? That’s what you’re into? I’m shocked! I mean, I’m not kink-shaming, but go and get your own lover, you can’t have mine.” Since she has a kind of fitful sleep and has kicked you in her sleep before, she at first thinks it might have really been her who did that to you and she would feel pretty bad about it. But once it get’s clear that that isn’t the case, she would address you with a heavy sigh: “Darling, as much as it pains me to say, but I think we might have to get rid of Gertrude.”

Vexx: Cue the chaos. Because Vexx is always up for an adventure and has no common sense whatsoever. He’d invite everyone over for horror movie night and have the time of his life when his friends get scared because there are weird noises in the house and wait, why are the curtains moving when no window is open? He does not really believe that there’s a ghost. Still, he suggests using an Ouija board, because you should try everything in your lifetime, right? He’d be a bit freaked out if it works, because he was planning on staging it to frighten his friends some more and then it actually works? There is a ghost? But he wouldn’t be too scared, instead he’s all for investigating a bit, finding out where the ghost came from and documenting everything paranormal activity style.

If you’re around he’d act much in the same way. Only that you now have to star in his videos and have to put up with him sometimes scaring you on purpose. To be honest, he kind of enjoys it when you get a bit scared and he can be your protector. He’d also drag you into his investigation and as long as things wouldn’t get out of hand it would actually be fun. If the ghost got more physical, Vexx would still joke around a bit: “Damn, do you think we got to the stage where we have to fuck the ghost to appease it? Because that is not a threesome I ever imagined myself getting into.” But he’d sober up quickly, especially if you don’t go along with his jokes: “You know we don’t have to stay here, right, Highness? Just say the word and we’ll be out of here,” he’d tell you, carefully brushing your hair back.

#andromeda six #andromeda 6 #andromeda 6 headcanons #the bit about getting it on with the ghost is a reference so I put a link in there #Headcanon

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chaoslordjoe · 4 years

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RWBY - Do I Ship It #2? Ruby Rose

I’ve decided to continue this whole shebang with going over ships for individual characters each time. And for this one, we’re looking at our favorite cooking-deepthroating reaper, Ruby Rose...That may be one of my favorite character descriptions I’ve ever typed.

With introductions outta the way, let’s talk some Ruby ships.

White Rose

kinda leaves me indifferent?

overrated

would read a fic about it

Ideally, White Rose has become one of those ships that half of the FNDM loves to hate. But me, I’m not as triggered by it, let alone nowhere near as angered by it’s presence simply because it’s not Bumbleby.

Unlike BB, in which it’s presence makes me wanna slug my screen every time I see a comment thread screeching high praise about it, I can look at White Rose and just be more like: “Eh. It’s okay.” Simply because I have seen WR content that I enjoy, and that at least many WR shippers know when to shut up when they’re called out unlike Wasps.

Really, a lot of the content has a lot heart put into it to where I really can’t get mad at it. I know it’s a WLW ship. I know that’s become a thing to generally hate among RWBY fans. But I do think that WR is the lesser of two evils between that and BB not because I have a lot of friends who ship it, but because I think folks crap on it way too much compared to the demon that BB has become.

Am I saying there aren’t toxic WR fans still around? Hell no. They need to be called out on it, too. But I’m also generally more relaxed about the ship. Nothing major really.

Ladybug

I SHIP IT

CUTENESS OVERLOAD

underrated

hELL YES

Ladybug has become a recent addition to my ship list a while back. But I’ve fallen head over heels for it in such a short amount of time.

Even many folks I’ve spoken to who tend to gag at the mention of WLW ships in a fandom as egregious as RWBY’s agree that the Bugs are really harmless given soft the content of this ship often is. I’m not saying that Ladybug is all “wee-hee-we’re-a-couple-of-happy-go-lucky-dorks” because that would make it unoriginal and boring to read in many cases.

No, the reason I’ve grown to adore Ladybug so much is because I’m one of those who parrots how much of a missed opportunity (like the show is as a frigging whole) how many interactions there could be between Ruby and Blake.

Why wouldn’t they? They’re both into fantasy stories, both have darkened color schemes, and share some general views on why they fight. Really, Ladybug is just a good way for me to fill the void of just how much Rooster Teeth doesn’t give a fuck about how to organize their characters properly?

Volume 5 gets Freezerburn, and not onwards? Come on, RT.

But before I end up turning this into a rwde post, let’s just move onto the next ship.

Nuts & Dolts

I SHIP IT

CUTENESS OVERLOAD

Soulmates

I WOULD DIE FOR IT OKAY

Yeah this one was pretty obvious. But who cares?! I frigging adore Nuts & Dolts.

Let me just be clear in saying that I can ship it platonically/romantically, simply because I love the bond that Ruby and Penny share. They’re both hyperactive, kindhearted and strong-willed girls with a penchant for bladed weaponry and wanting to make the world a better place for everyone.

This initially made N&D into a guilty pleasure ship for me. But over time, I just couldn’t resist or get mad at it because I love how soft it feels. Same reason as Ladybug for the most part. But overall, I like N&D because of just how much soul there is between two people who were born differently with a set of powers that aren’t what you’d call “ordinary”.

As someone who’s been called “unique” or other labels with the disability I have, I usually find it very pretentious and downright grating to see stories that are supposed to be uplifting about being born in a different manner because that can be really damn annoying after a while.

Yeah, stuff like disability or other stuff is under-represented in pop culture. But often it’s portrayed in a very “Hollywood” fashion even if it’s not a work from that culture and work mindset.

I’m not saying N&D is one of those “unique” portrayals, but as something that shows what happens when two saviors who wanted a normal life have someone in each other that they can trust and even love for their shared experiences of being born differently.

Which is why I’ve grown to accept Ruby and Penny as the popular fan portrayal of being girlfriends or platonic friends. They have so much in common, which makes it that much more endearing for me personally.

Okay. Those are some Ruby/Other girl ships outta the way. Now let’s discuss some Ruby/guy ships...Here’s where it gets a little odd.

Lancaster

BROTP

overrated

no thanks

Oh boy. I’m probably gonna get some flak for this entry...

Let me just be clear that this is a post that is NOT meant to attack any particular shippers. This is me stating what I feel about certain ships and me occasionally talking about how I think they would turn out.

It’s not my headcanon interpretations, per se. But instead it’s more how I picture it based on my experience with viewing relationships in my own life before I started discussing fandom ships.

Now that I have that out of the way, let’s discuss Ruby/Jaune.

When I first started watching RWBY, my first ship, like many others was Arkos (more on that when I cover Jaune). I felt that Pyrrha was just the right fit for a lovable dweeb like him with how it helped kick-start his character development and the framework for how he would improve himself overall.

Granted, I wasn’t really expecting Arkos to be canon since Pyrrha had died in V3. It was a tragic outcome for a ship that had so much buildup. And most of the FNDM agreed that Jaune needed a hug along with his friends to help him through it.

When I started to hear about the fact that Jaune was shipped with other girls in the main cast, I wasn’t really shocked since White Knight was already fairly popular. But when I found out about Lancaster, it was like: “Wait a second, people actually ship him with Ruby?”

Was more confusion than astonishment, to be honest. I didn’t really think that it would’ve been fitting despite how close and similar both team leaders were. But I decided to bite the bullet and give it a try with reading a couple of Lancaster works.

I got bored.

I’m not so much angry whenever I hear about Lancaster as I am just not impressed by how much fanon works recycle many tropes and plot elements.

Ruby is secretly in love with Jaune.

Jaune does something adorkable or manly which attracts Ruby.

Ruby makes/attempts to make a move on him with some crazy or titillating way that, while in-character for her, has been repeated one times too many in this or other ships featuring her.

Jaune is generally being a good boi throughout. I like Jaune, but I feel that he’s put in too many fanfics in which he’s overly good and pure. Again. It’s fitting for him, but sometimes a bit of difference in fan interpretation is nice. Make him angry, have him lash out at his friends at times. Just don’t make him a “perfect” boyfriend.

Both dorks often have to hide their relationship because of the possibility of Pyrrha being jealous, Yang going apeshit, or other characters reacting the way they do which is often buzzwords in a fic like that.

Lancaster shippers, I am not attacking you since this is your thing. If so, fine. But it’s not mine as I am giving an attempt to give constructive criticism about some of the ships listed here while talking about ships I like to make these posts all about even ground.

I prefer to see Ruby and Jaune as besties. Hell. I prefer to see them more like siblings considering how much Jaune acted like a big brother to Ruby on the road to Mistral with how Yang was bedridden with depression in V4. I also think that Jaune needs a friend right now rather than a love interest. The same could be said for a lot of characters right now, but that’s a different topic.

My biggest criticism for LC is that while I understand the similarities that they share, it’s the whole “opposite-gender-leads-fall-in-love” trope. This trope can be done right *coughRENORAcough* but is put in so many works that I’m not one of those fans who’s impressed with it.

The ship isn’t original, but it’s nothing to make me wanna rage-post like I’m Keemstar on Red Bull or the like. And I know people who are into it, to which I tell them: Good for all of you. It’s simply not my cup of tea.

Rosegarden

would read a fic about it

meh

not really my thing

Oh god, how I wish it wasn’t harvest season!

Kidding. Kidding. Rosegarden is legit, and all my friends in the group who ship it are wonderful people.

Another ship that I can’t really get angry at since compared to other ships that cover things like young love or ships of people who were born differently (see my Nuts & Dolts entry), RG is pretty fucking harmless and I can tolerate it more even though I’m not into it.

While I understand why it seems hypocritical of me to share and repost stuff related to RG on occasion, this is simply because I have reason to share it based on how much I’ve interacted with shippers and how I’ve actually had productive discussions with them outside of their ship.

It’s the community which I like more than the ship because of how much more chill they are. But there’s also a big reason why I know that some people crap on this one.

Ozpin.

Dude, if I had a Dollar for every “RG-is-pedophilia-because-Oscar-is-Ozpin’s-puppet” fallacy that was posted I wouldn’t be needing a stimulus check. Let me explain to y’all why that’s bullshit.

(RWDE mode online)

Is Ozpin eons of years old? Yes. He’s from Humanity 1.0 and was thrown into the bodies of men in the modern world in his war against Salem. It’s a rough situation with a lot of baggage to any relationship he puts up or wishes to even build-up and I don’t think it should be swept under the rug because there’s a lot of stuff that should be brought up about the guy.

Is Ozpin intervening on any potential interaction between Ruby and Oscar? No. Canon or no, Oz has been a neutral party in whatever interactions the two kids have because it’s not really his business. Do you honestly believe that if Ozpin would be the kind to boss his host around that he would attempt to butt in on their friendship?

As an Oz critic, I can say that while I understand both interactions, I draw the line at this ship being considered pedophilia.

I mean, come on! The FNDM ships Ruby with villains like Roman, Cinder and Salem, who are adults when she’s a teenager! And suddenly it’s okay to claim pedophilia just because Ozpin is present?! ARE YOU HIGH?

If we’re going with that logic, fine, just have Ozpin ascend from his brain after Salem is 86′d, THEN we can have a development in RG’s friendship whether it’s romantic or not. But leave the fans of this pairing out of it!

(RWDE mode offline)

The reason I don’t ship Rosegarden is because I’m not a fan of the whole “young love” trope either. I wouldn’t mind it so much if Oscar wasn’t relegated to a support role due to being an Oz host and he had more screen time rather than the old wizard.

Maybe I’m just too cynical about stuff like this to really care. But the point is, I can’t get mad at this ship either and I’m willing to read up on it in small doses.

Strawbana

I ship it

CUTENESS OVERLOAD

the sexiest pair

we need more of it

underrated

Sun Wukong, you magnificent monkey bastard! You always seem to brighten my day whenever I’m looking through critical discussions related to this show.

Much as I love BlackSun, I’m definietly curious to learn more about other ships involving my homeboy here. Solar Flare, I also like. But Sun/Ruby? Thank you sir, may I have another!

Ugh. Can’t believe I just quoted Animal House to describe my love for this painfully underrated ship. Somebody get me some soap...

Other than their VAs being married in real life, I like Strawbana/Red Sun the same reason as Nuts & Dolts with this being a ship that features two extremely upbeat characters finding love in one another with just how much they kick ass for the reasons of just being good people.

Kinda/sorta the only straight Ruby ship I’m into just because of how much they could rub off on one another, and how much I’d love to see them interact more in canon material. Not just the show but any other tie-in stuff.

Next time, we cover Weissu.

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anarkhebringer · 4 years

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This is part 2 of the headcanon post for my Miitopia AU involving Felix and his little thing for saving and taking in monsters without stolen face parts, and proceeding onward from it. Another read more type one due to length.

Fiends and other kinds of Imps tend to try and behave more at the inn not only because of the mutual respect they share with Felix, but because of Claude. He’s not only the strongest Warrior of the party, and the strongest of the party overall, but his strength tied with that is the power he holds as an Imp himself. He either intimidates or intrigues them, depending on the Imps in question. Little regular Imps do tend to be short-tempered and attack at the slightest annoyance, but the bigger ones just punt them to shut them up if Claude doesn’t do it himself when also an Imp. It makes Felix very angry sometimes, and he’s gotten into arguments with Claude about it, but at the end of the day the two don’t stay mad at each other and the Imp quickly and easily recovers. If Imp Claude truly didn’t care about the little Imp and wanted to shut it up for good, he’d just slaughter it. Imp Claude is far less pacifistic then he is with the other Jobs due to the dark power being an Imp comes with. If he wants you to shut up because you’re being WAY too loud, he’ll just snap his fingers and magically seal your lips shut without a word, and unseal them when he feels like it and/or you agree to be quieter. This applies to monsters, too.

When Felix finally decides to change his Job from a Warrior to train as an Imp himself, he finally Gets It. He understands why Claude has such a short temper and desires to sell the souls of everything that pisses him off for a corn chip. The dark power has all of his repressed rage bubbling up to the surface, just like it has for Claude. It’s a mechanism used to utilize these dark powers easier, and to make them more powerful. Claude is able to use his power just as efficiently without having to rely on his repressed rage and hatred, because he’s learned how to navigate without letting those things consume him long ago. Felix is oddly efficient without relying on his rage as well, as odd as it may seem, considering this is Felix we speak of and he also has the Stubborn personality.

Felix may be a lot darker as an Imp, just like Claude, but he isn’t any less reliable when it comes to caring about the monsters. If anything, he’s even more doting and affectionate to them. That is also a side effect of the power being an Imp brings; it causes an increase in intensity of all emotions, not just all the anger and malice and such. The utilization of emotion and the ability to mask it is what makes Imps so dangerous in hindsight: they’re unpredictable. This has its downsides when speaking of feelings of caring and love, though, because if said love is intense enough beforehand, it becomes borderline obsessive, if not fully obsessive, once an Imp. It shows in how obsessed Claude is over Dimitri and his wellbeing, and the same goes for Felix involving Ashe and Meep. They become very protective, though they’re good at hiding the extent of it since both are so good at hiding their emotions even now.

Now, if Felix were, say, a Cat while caring for the monsters at the inn, he’s even more affectionate from the start. Being a Cat has him much perkier and friendly overall, so expect to see him cuddling with the monsters that want it if he isn’t cuddling up to Ashe and/or Meep. And if he’s a Pop Star, he’s not as easily angered, but he isn’t so over-the-top in niceness like when he’s a Cat or (sometimes) Imp. He’s still nice, but it’s more a chill and easygoing niceness. Also add some extra sass and fashion savvy-ness to it, and you’ve got Pop Star Felix.

Alright, I’ll call it good here, and will continue with the other Felix-centric stuff another time. Long story short, Felix takes in harmless monsters to keep them safe, and they’re well cared for.

#long post #Fire Emblem AU #Miitopia AU #Miitopia #Fire Emblem Three Houses #Felix Hugo Fraldarius #FE3H Felix #AU headcanon #AU info

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emmiewlw · 5 years

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Hi! I saw your recent answer to anon about Gabe and Aasim. I'm thinking how about Gabe meeting James headcanons? Have you ever done that? Can you also include Clem and AJ ≧ω≦

ooooo!!! so it’s gonna be a one shot of Gabe meeting James and then being reunited with Clem and AJ and i did it on my own so it’ll be a little different than the Aasim one but anyways I hope you like it:)

-After Richmond was attacked, Gabe was separated from Javi and his dad. He spent months looking for them and even risked going back to the city, but they were long gone and it was too dangerous to stick around.-He had been on his own for a while now. -He hated it.

-Gabe was hunting for food when he saw the swarm of muertos. It was still a ways off so he made a plan to get one on it’s own and cover himself in guts.-He was lost in thought for a moment, smiling softly at the memory of the girl who had taught him that trick, but he shook his head, refocusing on the undead approaching.-One of the muertos seemed to have caught onto his scent and began heading in his direction.-Gabe pulled out his knife and got ready to strike, but then he faltered. There was something… different about this one. It moved a little quicker than normal and it’s eyes seemed too alert.-He stumbled back as the muerto came closer. It lunged forward and grabbed his arm, clapping it’s free hand over his mouth.-“Quiet.”-If Gabe’s mouth hadn’t been covered he would have screamed. Muertos were dead they couldn’t talk… He frantically scrambled back, trying to jerk his arm out of its hold, but it held fast.-But if this was a walker, how was Gabe still alive? They normally went straight to trying to eat you alive.-Gabe squeezed his eyes shut and waited for his breathing to level out and then looked back at the muerto in front of him.-And realized it wasn’t a muerto at all.-The boy glanced behind him as the rest of the swarm began to catch up to them. He removed his hand from Gabe’s mouth and tapped his index finger to his lips.-“Stay behind me. Stay quiet. They’ll pass eventually.” he said in a hushed voice. Gabe nodded in response and the boy turned to face the oncoming walkers, shielding Gabe from them.-After what felt like ages, the walkers had all moved past them and the boy turned back to Gabe.-He gestured towards the walkers in the distance. “They shouldn’t come back this way but I’d still keep and eye out. They’ve been more active than usual recently but if you’re quiet you should be okay.”-When Gabe didn’t immediately reply the boy spoke again.-“Do you have a camp nearby?”-Gabe shook his head. Struggling to find his voice.-“Uh, no. No, it’s just me. I’ve been… wandering for a while.”-A sad expression flitted over the boys face and Gabe could see him considering something.-“You could come back to my camp for the night. It’s not far from here. It’ll be dark soon.”-Gabe hesitated. Going into a strangers camp was a red flag these days, but if this guy had wanted to hurt him he had had plenty of opportunities to have done it by now. Besides, he didn’t have a lot of options at the moment.-“Yeah, yeah okay. Thanks.”-The boy nodded in response and set off, Gabe trailing a few feet behind him. They walked in silence for ten minutes or so before the boy stopped, gesturing towards a small campsite tucked between a few fallen tree trunks. Gabe scanned the area but it seemed relatively safe, no muertos at least. He followed the boy in and sat down as the boy busied himself starting a small fire.-Gabe awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, unsure of what to do with himself.-“Um… I’m Gabriel– Gabe, everyone calls me Gabe, hi.” He cringed at how awkward he sounded but the boy didn’t seem to take notice. He was silent for a beat before glancing back at Gabe.-“I’m James.” he said as he moved to take off his mask.-Gabe wouldn’t have said anything, but he was relieved, the mask was a little unnerving but James had a kind face.-They sat in silence for a moment, shifting uncomfortably, neither quite sure what they were supposed to say next. -Finally Gabe spoke, attempting to break the ice.-“You’re alone too?”-James looked down, “Yes… I was in a group called the whisperers. They wear the skin of walkers and live in herds. But I… didn’t agree with their methods. I’ve been on my own for a long time.” He glanced back up at Gabe. “How about you? You said you were alone but did you have a group?”-Now it was Gabe’s turn to look away, he picked at a stray thread on his sleeve. “Yeah. I, uh, was in a community with my dad and uncle. But it got attacked. We tried to get out but I got separated from them, I don’t know if they’re alive or dead or–” he cut himself off, unable to continue.-“I’m sorry.” After a brief pause he continued, “Being apart from those you care about, not knowing if they’re still out there, it’s not easy.”-After another stretch of silence, Gabe spoke up again.-“So you lived with muertos? How did that work?”-James hesitated before replying, “The masks hide our scent. WIthout that, the walkers are harmless– peaceful even. Not a threat.”-Gabe considered this for a moment. Since this had all started, he’d only seen muertos as something dangerous, something that needed to be killed before it killed you. But it wasn’t the craziest thing he’d heard over the past few years, who was he to judge?-A few minutes later James spoke again.-“It’s getting late, you should rest. I can keep watch.”-Gabe considered protesting but he was too exhausted to put up a fight, and James seemed nice enough. He nodded and curled up next to the fire, it wasn’t all that comfortable but it was warm at least.

-Too soon he was awoken by shouting and gunshots. Gabe jumped to his feet, looking for the source of the chaos. James grabbed his arm and pulled him behind one of the fallen trees.-“Wh–what’s happening?!” Gabe whispered.-“There’s a group of raiders in this area. They’ve been searching for school nearby here, run by a group of kids. They want to train them to fight for them. I met a girl a few weeks ago—”-James was cut off as a horse came barreling into the clearing, followed by several adults. There was a steel cart attached to the horse and Gabe’s heart jumped to his throat as he realized there were people inside of it.-“We have to move.” James whispered. They scrambled back as quietly as possible and where almost out of sight when a man shouted.-“Walkers!” Too late, Gabe realized he was looking in their direction.-“Look out!” James pulled Gabe out of the way and a bullet lodged itself in the tree where his head had been moments before. “Run!”-They sprinted into the trees, away from the raiders, ducking whenever the sound of gunshots reached their ears. Suddenly, James cried out. He stumbled forward, grabbing is arm, where a dark stain was spreading over his sleeve.“James!” Gabe rushed back and put an arm around the other boy helping him to his feet. He guided him to the edge of a small clearing and they collapsed against the base of a large tree.-After they caught their breath, Gabe sat up. “Are you okay?” he asked.-“I think so…” James winced as he took his hand off his arm. “I think it went through. I’ll be fine.”-“Here.” Gabe tore a strip of fabric off of his shirt sleeve and wrapped it around James’s arm. “There’s not much we can do for it right now but that should help stop the bleeding.”-James sat up shakily. “We should head back to camp. The raiders should gone by now and we left all our supplies there.”-“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. Can you stand?”-James stood up, swaying a little. Gabe took his uninjured arm and pulled it around his own shoulders, helping him steady himself. -By the time they reached the camp, it was light out. James tugged on Gabe’s sleeve and they slowed to a stop. The camp was overrun by muertos, and without James’s mask, they had no way of getting their things.-Gabe opened his mouth to suggest a new approach when they heard voices. They ducked down and James gestured in the direction the sounds had come from. They sneaked around the perimeter of the camp and came up behind the the newcomers, a girl around their age and a young boy. James relaxed and stepped in front of Gabe, nodded to him to signify that it was all right. James cleared his throat and the kids spun to face them.-Gabe had to do a double take. -It had been years since he’d seen her, but he would never forget that face.-He stumbled forward, feeling as if he was sleepwalking. -“Clem…?”-The three other kids turned to him. James and the younger boy were confused but Clementine stared at Gabe, her mouth opened in awe. She blinked a few times as if to make sure he was real.-“Gabe? Is that, is that really you?”-The younger boy shushed her. “Clem, quiet! The monsters will hear you.” Clementine glanced back at the walkers, and once she confirmed that they hadn’t noticed them, she turned her focus back to Gabe, a beaming. She held her arms out and he unfroze, running into her arms. She buried her face in his shoulder and laughed softly.-“Where have you been, you dork?” -He didn’t trust himself to speak so he just squeezed her tighter.-As they separated, James stepped forward. -“You two know each other?” he whispered-Gabe looked between Clementine and James. “Wait, you guys know each other?”-“I’ll explain later,” she replied. “Right now we need James’s help.”-She told them that the raiders had kidnapped some of her friends and they needed James to lead a herd of walkers for them to hide in. He agreed to help, but his mask was still in the camp. -Clementine and Gabe distracted the walkers while he retrieved it. Gabe still thought it was weird that James was so sympathetic to the undead, but he could tell it was important to his new friend, and couldn’t argue with wanting to prevent violence. After James had collected their supplies, they ran to a clearing free of walkers to regroup.-Once Clementine had caught her breath, she turned her focus back to Gabe, her expression softening. She stepped forward, shaking her head with a laugh, “I still can’t believe it’s you.”-Gabe slid his hands into his pockets and kicked a rock by his foot, a half smile tugging on his lips.-“I, uh, looked for you for a while. I always hoped you’d come back.” He realized how pathetic he sounded and rushed to cut off her reply. “I mean– it’s probably good you didn’t, Richmond was attacked and I got separated from everyone else, I couldn’t have handled losing you twice.”He looked away, mentally cursed himself for coming on too strong. Sure, they had had something between them all those years ago —Javi never missed a chance to tease him about it– but that had been forever ago.-Clementine touched his face, tracing a scar on his cheek. She gently pulled him in for a second hug.-“I missed you. So much.” she whispered into his shoulder.-“Uhhhhhhh, Clem?” the young boy spoke up, bringing them back to reality. “Who is this?”-“Oh! This is Gabe, he was in the group I was with before I found you at the ranch. Gabe, this is AJ.”-Gabe looked back and forth between them and broke into a smile. “You found him! I knew you would.” He knelt down to AJ’s level, “Hey, kid, it’s nice to finally meet you. Did Clem ever teach you any card games?”-AJ frowned, “She tried showing me some game called euchre but it didn’t make sense, too many rules.”-Gabe clapped his hand to his chest in mock betrayal and turned to Clem. -She laughed, “Hey, it’s not my fault that game is lame!”-Gabe shook his head, “Are you sure you weren’t just cheating again?” She glared in response and he smirked, turning back to AJ. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you to play properly and you and I can both beat Clem,” he leaned closer and lowered his voice, “She’s just jealous because she’s terrible at it.”-“Hey, I heard that!”-James laughed softly and stepped forward. “We should get moving before it gets too late, I want to show you something.”-They followed him into the trees. They were all together, and soon they would have their friends back. For once, it seemed like everything might just work out.

#yall really have me writing again jdjasd #twdg #gabentine #james and gabe would be bffs fight me

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puppyluver256 · 6 years

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Personal Link headcanons

(going by the games I’ve played a decent amount of)

Ocarina of Time/Majora’s Mask Link

Very sensitive to loud noises, particularly screaming. This is before his first encounter with Redeads, even, and that obviously didn’t help matters.

Knew that Zelda was Sheik the whole time, but still thought Sheik was a guy. He figured that the identity was less of a disguise and more of a gender identity thing.

This Link is gay. He was genuinely disappointed when he found out Sheik wasn’t a guy.

Wind Waker Link

A bit of a jokester, likes to play harmless pranks on friends and family. They’re always intended to be the kind of prank that both parties can laugh at (like Rickrolling if he were in a more modern era), and if he actually hurts someone or their feelings he will try to make it right.

Considering his age (on the edge of childhood and adolescence), he likes to push boundaries to see what he can get away with. Particularly swearing. He’ll sometimes swear around authority figures to see how far he’s allowed to go. Grandma immediately shuts it down, the King just glares at him like “really?”, and when he was with Tetra’s crew they didn’t give a single damn cuz they regularly use fouler language than Link even knew at the time.

Even before of the Helmaroc King incident, he was fiercely protective of Aryll. You try to mess with her and he will Kick Your Ass. ...or at least try to.

Twilight Princess Link

Has a light southern accent, more than likely saying “y’all” a lot.

Was originally a pacifist before the whole plot of TP started, only even having a sword in the first place to keep predators away from the village’s goat herd. He only agreed to take on the quest he had because he was literally the only person who could do it.

He’s the supportive friend type, the kind of guy you can come to if you’ve got something to get off your chest. Doesn’t care if it’s not “masculine” to talk about your feelings.

If he’s visiting you and you’ve got a pet, he’ll probably end up spending more time with the pet than with you. He will spoil your dogs and cats.

Doesn’t understand the societal distinction between “men’s work” and “women’s work”. Sure, he understands how it got that way, but he doesn’t understand why people insist on upholding those thoughts. As long as it helps the family and community, he feels it should be valued equally regardless of who’s doing it.

After the events of TP, he returned to Ordon to live a relatively peaceful life. Every so often, in the hours of twilight, he’ll talk to no one in the hopes that maybe somehow a friend will hear him, or at least know that he misses her.

Skyward Sword Link

Fairly well educated, because I doubt the knight academy exists for the sole purpose of training knights (or at least they don’t want their knights to be unlearned).

Actually did name his Loftwing. His name is Big Red. B’Red for short.

Doesn’t like people approaching him from behind without warning, even if they’re close to him. His encounters with Ghirahim made this particular issue much worse.

Hyrule Warriors Link

Aroace as hell. He has a pile of platonic love for his friends and companions, obviously, and that’s all he feels like he needs.

His wish after the war is to live on a small farm with the companionship of any friends that will join him, Epona, and lots and lots of dogs.

Thinks of Linkle as a little sister, and as with my WW Link headcanon, if you mess with her he’ll Kick Your Ass. (note: this was written without having checked out Linkle’s Tale, I don’t actually know if they ever meet!)

Breath of the Wild Link

Is willing to be part of all sorts of obnoxious selfies with Zelda and the other champions.

It’s pretty much confirmed by Zelda’s diary entries that this Link is selectively nonverbal due to anxiety pre-calamity, but I like to imagine after he wakes up that he’s a bit more comfortable talking to people, though still a man of few spoken words. Those dialogue options have to come from somewhere, after all.

A big eater with generally good taste, though more willing to eat things his pals might be suspicious of.

Team Chef.

Pan and was once in a poly relationship with Zelda and the champions.

Will take pictures of All The Dogs. Every single dog he meets gets a close-up. It’s a good thing Hylian retrievers are so commonplace, because those are his favorite breed. (yes I like to imagine there are more breeds than just the Hylian retrievers even if Nintendo didn’t make any more, fight me)

Has no idea why that greenish wolf shows up sometimes and follows him around for a while. He’s certainly not going to chase him off, though. Just another wonderful dog friend, and so helpful too. But who the hell pierces a dog’s ears?!

#legend of zelda #link (legend of zelda)#jess's dumb headcanons

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the-real-tc · 7 years

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Fic Update! Wide River to Cross: Ch. 19

Author’s Note: Back for more. I promised a return to Lisa’s POV this time, and I have done so—sort of. I’ve split the story this time: first half is about Jack; second half is about Lisa. (It’s the first time I’ve brought both of their stories into the same chapter. Make of that what you will.)

Anyway, this is another “headcanon running wild” chapter for me, as I address one tiny detail I feel the writers ignored in the series, that of Lisa's on-line dating profile. Like, what was up with that, anyway? This chapter seeks to explain that one.

Finally, I don’t know (or can’t remember) what Jack’s feelings are towards golf. If what I’ve written contradicts known details that might have been mentioned in an episode throughout the show’s eleven-year history, I apologize.

Chapter 19: Opposites Attract

After spending another three days of utter boredom in his motel room, Jack finally forced himself to make a phone call.

Henry, the snowbird from Calgary, happily reiterated that the invitation to “come see the house” still stood; Jack was welcome to come by any time. Further, Jack could stay for the remainder of his planned time in Arizona. “No sense wasting money on a motel when we have an empty guest room right here," Henry had said during the conversation.

The first evening with Henry and Annette Groves had been passed in pleasant conversation with Jack sharing more of his experiences on the horseback riding trip through the Grand Canyon. It was after ten p.m. when he excused himself for bed, explaining that the auto and airplane traffic around the motel had interrupted his sleep for too many nights.

In the morning, Jack found he was the first to wake. He’d slept like a baby in the guest room bed, free from the roar of jet engines and assorted highway traffic. Though it was not his custom to stay under the covers, Jack didn’t leave the room until he heard his hosts moving about.

At around 7:30 a.m., there was a gentle knock on the door, and a quiet call from Annette. "Jack? If you’re up, breakfast is on. See you in the kitchen.” It all felt so homey and welcoming, Jack gave himself a mental kick for putting off calling the couple for so long. What did I do to deserve meeting so many great people on this trip? he thought as he went to the bathroom to freshen up. Lisa would have liked Henry and Annette, I’m sure…

“You like golf, Jack?”

“Never picked up a club in my life, and I don’t plan to,” Jack said to Henry. He was seated in the Groves’ comfortable living room, enjoying a second cup of coffee.

“Hmm, too bad,” Henry said, disappointment evident.

“Oh, you have more than enough golfing buddies both here and in Calgary,” chimed Annette. “You don’t need to drag Jack into that infernal sport.”

“Annette hates golf, too,” Henry chuckled, sending his wife a coy look. “God knows I’ve tried to convert her over the years, but there’s no hope.”

“Who wants to chase a ball all over the place all day long in the blazing sun, into water hazards and sand traps and roughs?”

“Walking is good exercise,” Henry rejoined defensively, though Jack could tell their argument was all in fun, and was probably one they had with regularity.

“Which is why I play tennis,” Annette commented with a smug expression.

“Now who’s going on about chasing a ball all over the place in the blazing sun all day?” Henry put in, trying hard not to crack a smile. “You’ll never catch me stepping foot on those courts.”

“No comparison whatsoever,” Annette shot back. “Plus, you know there are such things as indoor courts. Jack, you’re a smart man. Tell Henry that hitting a tennis ball out-of-bounds is nowhere as ridiculous as hitting a golf ball into a swamp.”

“Uh… um, I think you have a point, there, Annette,” Jack said carefully, looking cautiously between the two, wondering if he was heading into dangerous territory.

“Aha! 15-love,” Annette declared triumphantly, using the tennis scoring term. “You’d make a great umpire, Jack.”

“Can I take a mulligan on this one?” Henry begged meekly, hiding his smirk behind a mug of coffee.

“Yes,” Annette immediately replied, “but only because I love you.”

Jack sat back for a moment, taking in his two hosts. The Groves, sitting opposite him in matching armchairs, were gazing at each other with the love of many years. Henry reached out and grasped Annette’s hand briefly before letting it go again. It was a simple gesture that spoke volumes of the affection the pair shared; a gesture Jack noticed.

Though Jack knew Henry and Annette were the same age, they were also a study in contrasts: Henry was well over six feet in height, lean, square-featured, with a head of silver hair that at one time must have been raven in color. His blue eyes could have appeared cold on another man’s face, but Henry’s were merry and warm.

Annette was on the plump side, decidedly petite as she stood barely five feet tall, had naturally blonde hair, and wore glasses that framed her beautiful hazel eyes.

“So, Jack,” Henry started to say, realising he was ignoring his guest, “if you’re not into golf, what does a fella like you get up to in his spare time?”

“Well,” Jack started, “I don’t usually have much ‘spare time’ with my cattle business, but I do enjoy fly-fishing now and again.”

Annette wrinkled her nose, but Henry positively beamed. “You don’t say!” he said with a grin. “Annette here hates fly-fishing, but I love it.”

“Hip waders make me look wider than a hippo’s rear,” Annette complained. “Plus, I hate splashing around in ice-cold rivers.”

“Sounds like you two don’t have many hobbies in common,” Jack said, again, careful to gauge the mood of his hosts, nevertheless perceiving a jesting atmosphere.

“Ah, that’s what keeps life interesting,” Henry declared. “We don’t have to like the same things to love each other, right, Dear?”

“Right,” Annette agreed with a wide smile. This time, she was the one to initiate the contact with her husband as she reached out to touch his hand. “We do have the most important things in common, and that’s our family: Our children and our grandchildren.”

Jack nodded in understanding, his thoughts flashing back to his own family, remembering he was expected back home in another ten days or so. Despite the hospitality of the Groves, though, he was becoming more convinced with every passing day he’d had enough of Arizona and its surroundings.

Maybe I’ll cut this thing short, he thought, noting the month of March was almost over. None of my loved ones are here… maybe it’s time I head back to Hudson to be with my family once again. But even as he came to this decision, the depressing fact remained that one person wouldn’t be there, and Jack knew he was mainly to blame for Lisa’s departure and continued absence.

“I didn’t think I’d ever forgive you for that stunt,” Lisa said jokingly to Rachel, as the two of them sat on the verandah of the house in Toulon. The April evening was warm; the slightest hint of a breeze rustled the grasses in the meadow across the front lawn from the sisters.

“It was a harmless prank,” Rachel commented with a guilty grin and a roll of her eyes. “As if you would have actually needed a profile on a Singles’ website to dive into the dating pool again.”

“You do know the site came under fire from multiple users, right?”

“Oh, really? How come?”

“Um, apparently, the algorithms were all screwy,” Lisa replied with a shake of her head. “People were being told their 'perfect match’ was someone who turned out to be their total opposite. They had to shut the site down for a while so they could fix the problem.”

“No kidding,” Rachel said in surprise, after taking a sip from her wine glass.

“The Hudson Times reported there were a lot of ruined dates and nasty surprises,” Lisa continued. “The site’s administrators came out with a public apology, saying if any of the users were negatively affected by their service, they were entitled to a refund. Of course, it didn’t apply to me in the slightest, since I never paid to used the service.”

“Wow, that’s crazy,” Rachel said, then shot her older sibling a mischievous, sidelong glance. “You didn’t ever, you know, check out any of your matches, anyway? I mean, after you got over your shock at finding my handiwork… Just out of curiosity?”

Lisa scoffed. “Oh, no. What for? After reading some of those horror stories in the Times, God only knows what kind of weirdos would have been my 'perfect match’!”

Rachel’s mood turned serious. “So, you’re really hoping for a reconciliation with Jack, then?” she asked as tactfully as possible. “You know, Ben still talks about the time he spent at Heartland. Says Jack was a real stand-up guy, even though he didn’t appreciate it at the time.”

“He is a real stand-up guy,” Lisa echoed wistfully. “I do wish we could have made up. I wish things would have gone differently, but…”

“Okay, enough depressing relationship talk,” Rachel stated, waving a hand as if to physically dismiss the unhappy topic. “We’re starting to sound like those clichéd women with nothing to do but complain about being single and miserable. This is really good wine, by the way.”

Lisa couldn’t help but chuckle. “Nice segue. Yes, it is good wine. It’s from the Laportes—they’re in Bandol. I’ve given them free use of my vineyard, and Denys Laporte brought a few of these bottles over the other day when he heard I was having company. It’s his way of saying 'Thank you’ for getting to harvest the grapes.”

“That’s nice of him,” Rachel commented, taking another sip of the wine, savouring it meditatively.

“And speaking of Ben…” Lisa began.

“Sends his regrets,” sighed Rachel, after swallowing. “Since he’s doing the intensive MBA program, he literally has no spare time. Sorry, sis. I know you were looking forward to seeing him again.”

“I’ll admit I’m disappointed,” Lisa said, “but I do understand. Just make him promise he’ll make it up to me when he’s not so swamped. I really wish we’d been able to spend more time together back when you sent him to stay with me; I’ve missed so much of his growing-up years.”

“Come on, Lisa,” Rachel said with a sardonic twist of her mouth, “we both know Ben was a handful when I was going through the divorce. He was resentful, moody, and an all-round difficult teenager to be around. I’d hoped his staying with you at the old homestead would… I don’t know… make him feel more grounded, I guess… at least he wouldn’t have to be in the middle of my own messy life. I dumped him on you, and in retrospect, that wasn’t fair—to either of you.”

Lisa leaned over and placed a comforting hand on her sister’s. “Oh, you’re being too hard on yourself. Divorce is never easy. We both know this. But what you went through? And to have a kid in the middle of it? I’d say both you and Ben came out of that turmoil remarkably well.”

“Thanks, Lis,” Rachel said with genuine feeling. “Hey, while we’re on the topic of divorce and family… Have you heard from Mom lately?”

“No,” Lisa answered honestly and without emotion. “I can’t remember the last time we had a conversation.”

“Hmm.” Rachel made a sound like she was disappointed. “I can’t either.”

“I could ask Aunt Evelyn if she’s heard from her the next time we chat,” Lisa offered, though she personally didn’t think that would come to anything.

“No, it’s okay,” Rachel sighed. “You answered my real question, which is that she’s been ignoring both of us equally.”

“You know she was never the same after Dad got sick,” Lisa said, trying to stay even the slightest bit positive about the state of the sisters’ relationship with their mother.

“Yeah, I know,” Rachel commented glumly. “But we both also know living on a horse ranch in Alberta wasn’t her idea of 'the good life’. She was always jealous of everything Aunt Evelyn got to do, even if she never said it. I mean, she may have loved Dad—at least in the beginning—but in the end, it wasn’t enough.”

“It should have been,” Lisa murmured. “Dad certainly never stopped loving her…”

Rachel started to say something else, but closed her lips and kept her silence. Several mute minutes passed while the Stillman sisters sat, just gazing out into the darkness of the night, draining their wine glasses. Nothing but the occasional rustle of a tree branch or the snort of one of Lisa’s nearby horses disturbed the peace.

Presently, Rachel spoke: “My goodness, it’s so peaceful out here. I’m really glad I came.”

“I’m glad you came, too,” Lisa said, then lifted the half-empty bottle of wine they’d been sharing. “More wine?”

“Yes, please!”

“Here’s to… good wine and peaceful times,” Lisa said, raising her glass in a toast.

“Hear, hear,” Rachel said, clinking her glass with Lisa’s.

Chapter 20: The Waiting Game

#Heartland #Heartland Fanfiction #Wide River to Cross #Chapter 19 #Opposites Attract #My Fics #Jack Bartlett #Lisa Stillman #jack and lisa #JISA

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prideluke · 7 years

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um? i love your theme. but anyway. domestic rogues headcanon: hartley and lisa act so much like siblings that third parties think they grew up together (mick secretly takes pictures of them being siblingy on his phone)

ahh, thank you so much! i, too, absolutely adore my theme. and i absolutely LOVE this concept!! lisa and hartley are most definitely a dynamic duo! i hope you enjoy your little snippet!

“Are we completely sure that your sperm donor didn’t sire anymore offspring after you and Lise?” Mark asks, directing the question at Len. The two of them and Mick are stood in the kitchen of their latest safehouse. Mick is preparing a big dinner for them all, and Len is assisting where he can, but Mark isn’t doing much other than rattling on and on, as per usual. “I mean, look at the two of them. They could be long lost twins or something.”

The ‘two of them’ he’s referring to are, of course, Lisa and Hartley. Currently, they’re spread out across the couch in the living room, painting each other’s nails while Mean Girls plays on the television. They’re chattering on about something or another, but whatever it is can’t be heard from the kitchen.

“Positive,” Len drawls out, not looking up from where he’s methodically chopping up bell peppers to go in the big pot of chili Mick is currently throwing spice after spice into. “The devil only spawned the two of us. That’s all he needed to get what he wanted.” He stops for a moment to look up and watch Lisa and Hartley interact. “They just.. have similar interests. We got lucky when we picked up the puppy.”

“Stop calling me a puppy!” Hartley snaps, raising his voice enough that he can be heard clearly in the kitchen. It’s easy to forget that, when he’s wearing his enhanced hearing aids, he can hear more than a typical human.

“Never,” Len snarks back, then returns to chopping up the vegetables. The corners of his lips are turned in amusement and a hint of fondness, but he dares anybody to accuse him of having feelings. “Let them have their harmless fun.”

“Harmless?” Mark asks with a huff. “Last month they tied me to a chair and dyed my hair green! They’re little menaces, is what they are!”

“Marky, you have super powers,” Mick finally speaks up, though he doesn’t turn away from the stove. “You coulda gotten outta that chair if you really wanted to.”

“Shut up, Rory,” Mark hisses back. There’s a hint of electricity crackling in the air suddenly, but one icy glare from Len has is disappearing almost immediately. “They gave me that look. I know you know the one.”

“Yep,” Mick agrees. They’ve all been victims of that Look before, but none more than Mick. You could say he has a soft spot for the two. “Len, do me a favor an’ take a picture of ‘em, an’ don’t complain! Need it for their Christmas presents, but my hands are covered. An’ don’t let ‘em see you!”

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