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kaleidoscopek9 · 3 years

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ALRIGHT-

I've had this list of headcannons just sitting in my notes app of my phone and I wanna put it somewhere so 👀

(These are heavily inspired by what I could gather from the skele boys in @bonelyheartsclub! I just threw in a few of my own.)

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Sans

- Does a LOT of stargazing and has quite a few space-themed knicknacks and clothes in his room. He's got a telescope too!

- Dad jokes. Any time is prime dad joke time. He's never let an opportunity slip past him.

- He's an absolute prank master. You're considered lucky if you happen to avoid the ones he's planted around the house like bombs waiting to go off.

- He's cryptic as fuck. Always giving half-true answers to every question. Occasionally he may slip up and give you a brutally honest response, but that's only with the people he trusts most, and he finds being open to be very difficult.

- He's constantly referencing memes and vine quotes from days of yore. He practically has a database of every meme ever in his head, and he doesnt let it go to waste.

- Cuddling with him is basically a one way ticket to nap-town, and you constantly find yourself waking up to him smooshed against you on the couch after dozing off. For being a skeleton, he is a surprisingly comfortable snuggler.

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Papyrus

-So much baking and cooking. It's his favorite past time, and the kitchen never smells the same when he's done making whatever he's making in there (it's 12 times out of 10 pasta) And while his cooking may be sub-par, you never say no when he asks you to try his latest dish.

- He's always up to go shopping with you. It never matters where. Malls are his favorite, especially the big grand ones with fountains and huge windows. He makes it a point to bring spare cash because you KNOW he's going to ride the mini marry-go-round even if he can barely fit in the seats.

- You two love to binge watch cooking channels. Always discussing which foods would be the most fun to make, writing down recipies, and having a hell of a time trying to pause the show at the right points to get all the information down.

- Papyrus is notorious for game nights. He's always pulling out boards and cards that you've never heard of before and never starts a game until he's absolutely certain you know the rules. Winning of course, is always his prime goal when it comes to games, but if he senses you're on a particularly rough losing streak, he MAY slip up. Occasionally. Just enough so you can win a game or two. Or five.

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Blue

- Hyper as all hell. You give him a reasonable dose of sugar or caffeine and he could power an entire city for a few hours without breaking a sweat.

- If he had been in high school, Blue would have been a theater kid. He's always humming a tune from a Broadway show or Disney movie, and he's got a pretty good collection of songs on his brother's Spotify playlist.

- This guy will blast Steven Universe music at full volume he has no shame.

- If you are ever driving somewhere with him, an aux cord is a MUST. Singing in the car is a very frequent thing with you two, and you'll only get out after the song is over.

- He likes cryptids! Mothman is his favorite and he firmly believes he exists somewhere.

- He's your workout buddy. If he manages to drag you to the gym with him, that is.

- Blue hates seeing you down in the dumps, and is always trying to cheer you up with his quirky puns and jokes to get you smiling again.

- He'd be the best motivational poster ever. Whenever he picks up that you're going through a rough spot and falling behind on self-care, he knows just what to say to put the spark back in you again.

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Stretch

- Radiates goblin energy.

- A goddamn meme lord.

- He's made two or three widely known viral videos and nobody knows it was him.

- You need someone to go to an anime convention with? Stretch is your guy. He's god awful at planning stuff out, but he'll make sure you both have a good time, no matter what happens.

- He's really big into nerd culture, and he DMs for a dungeons and dragons game every week.

- He'll occasionally smoke, but he doesnt have lungs, so he does it more for shits and giggles than anything else.

- As lazy as he seems, he is very reliable. If he knows it's something important to you, he'll get it done. Chores though, he's a lot more iffy with.

- He really likes bees.

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Red

- Talks big talk, but he's actually a huge softie.

- He's basically a big pillow with sharp teeth that can curse.

- A nervous wreck.

- His brother shops at Hot Topic. He shops at Spencer's. Very convenient.

- He's a pretty big flirt and throws out little compliments and things to butter you up from time to time.

- If you take Red into a Dave and Busters he will win the most expensive prize at the booth in about 2 hours. (He knows how to cheat at every single game)

- He's a competitive gamer, and has a pretty impressive following on Twitch.

- He can go from loud and brash to quiet and insecure in a matter of moments, depending on the situation.

- He loves to bake, although it's something he will never be caught dead doing.

- Comfort is not his strong suit, but he will defend you without a second thought.

- He can be a little clingy and will text you now and again to ask what you're up to, just to ease his mind.

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Boss

- Professionalism is his game.

- The walking embodiment of Hot Topic.

- He loves to listen to rock and screamo music. He's also got a thing for Disney villain songs.

- You need some punk biker or vampiric goth fashion advice? Boss got ya.

- Skellator Man.

- Out of all the skeletons, Boss has the biggest ego.

- He hates admitting he's wrong. He would rather DIE than admit he's fucked up something.

- "I am not nice-"

- He could kill a man with his high heels.

- If it's got spikes he'll probably wear it.

- Tsundere. Tsundere. Tsundere. Tsundere. Tsu

- Did I mention he's a cold blooded tsundere.

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Nox

- Small angery man.

- He listens to a lot of classic and instrumental music. He finds it very sophisticated.

- Wakes up obscenely early in the morning. Always followed by a cup of the most bitter coffee on the planet.

- Comes up with the best insults. He could roast someone so hard that they'd dissolve into a pile of soot. He could glare at you and you'd cease to exist. He's that good.

- WILL step on you without remorse.

- Threatens to kill someone on a daily basis.

- Very rarely has spare time for himself. He's always keeping busy doing something.

- Loves dark, dry humor. A child falling off a swing will have him laughing for a good five minutes.

- Has a stone cold poker face.

- He might have a softer side to him. You may never know because of the walls he's built up around him.

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Rus

- He absolutely adores animals. He volunteers at the local animal shelter and plans on adopting every single dog there.

- Rus has a massive sweet tooth. Donuts are his favorite, and you can easily bribe him with anything sugar coated.

- A road trip master. You put him in a camper and he knows exactly where he's going and what he's doing.

- "Going off grid, fuck yeah- I pull out my credit cards and shred 'em."

- Hiking, camping and geocaching are some of his favorite things to do. He loves to explore the wilderness and it's like he has a built-in compass for finding his way.

- His ideal date is going to a Wal-Mart and causing absolute chaos by riding bikes around and tossing all of the inflatable balls from their displays.

- Cryptidcore energy.

- Rus loves watching Buzzfeed Unsolved and ghost huntings. He's a big fan of Supernatural and Stranger Things, too.

- Stutters and slurs his words a lot. He's got some speech impediments from the gold canines in his mouth.

- A bit lacking when it comes to social skills, but he can be extremely caring and sweet.

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Ash

- Very soft-spoken and awkward. He doesn't get much social interaction and is still figuring some things out.

- He's very self-aware of the wound in his head. Whenever he has to leave the house he wears some sort of hat to cover it up.

- Practically lives in his garden. He understands plants more than he does human beings, and he spends time daily tending to whatever he's growing.

- Him and his brother are both vegetarians, and the smell or sight of meat makes them both feel sick to themselves.

- Has trouble sleeping due to his reoccurring nightmares. He will often sit in his garden late at night to help calm himself.

- Radiates soft energy. He would absolutely give the best hugs out of all the skeletons.

- Very touch-starved. Physical affection is something he rarely recieves, and he probably lingers with touches a lot longer than he should.

- Unintentionally makes God-teir jokes without realizing it.

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Poplar

- Very well-educated in a lot of things. He really likes stocking up on useless factoids and making up his own just to mess with people.

- He answers Jeopardy questions with concerning accuracy.

- He enjoys going out to eat, and he's always up to try fancy foods.

- He likes photography and reading. He is well into the Harry Potter series.

- Poplar is prepared for anything at any time. A lot of stuff doesnt phase him at all, and it's difficult to catch him off-guard.

- He's willing to try anything new, once.

- Always willing to help out with schoolwork if he thinks you're seriously struggling with it.

- He's always carrying around small planners and notebooks to write in so he can keep track of things.

#long post #headcannons #hc #bhc #bhc headcannons #bonely hearts club #like i said #most of these are from the game #i just have a very specific image of these guys in my head and i wanted to put it down somewhere

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badbitch-goodwitch · 6 years

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Is anyone out there? Has anyone noticed I’ve been gone? Do any of you miss me? I think it’s time to over-share. Long life update below. Is anybody reading? Does anyone care? It’s okay if you aren’t, I won’t hold it against you. Just wondering if I’m shouting into the void by myself or if there’s someone here with me.

I’ve missed me. My craft has been suffering lately, I don’t practice as much as I’d like. I fell behind in working with my tarot cards and now I worry I’ll need to start over learning the associations of the cards. Some of my herbs have begun to lose their potency. I haven’t been a very good witch.

I don’t write as much as I’d like. My book has been sitting stagnant for months. I don’t really do any of my hobbies as much as I’d like, besides maybe shopping, if that can be considered a hobby, and I really try not to do that. I own too much stuff--specifically beauty products. I mean, who needs twenty-nine eyeshadow palettes? Honestly.

But I’ve just been so busy, it seems like. Even though I only work part time, and spend three to four days every week doing literally nothing. I don’t know where my time goes. I just sit around, I can’t muster the energy to do anything but binge TAZ and watch youtube makeup videos, and all of a sudden my day is gone.

I have taken on a second job. Sort of. My grandmother owns a court reporting company and needed transcriptionists for a big case recently, so I helped with that, and she was so impressed she found someone to take me on as an apprentice to become a fully certified stenographer. It’s not as easy as it sounds but I actually kind of enjoy it, and it’s pretty good money. The only downside is that I have to dye my hair. Blue hair in our society is still considered unprofessional so, even though I’ll essentially be a freelancer and not an employee of the courts, I can’t go to court with blue hair.

I’m more sad about it than I thought I would be. It’s just hair, and I always knew if I ever got a job other than dog grooming, I’d probably have to dye it. Grooming is considered a fairly creative field, and the pool of talented young groomers is smaller than you’d think, so things like piercings, tattoos, and colored hair, are generally more accepted by employers in the field. In fact I don’t think I’ve ever worked with a groomer who didn’t have at least one of the above. We’re a wild bunch.

So I always thought I’d probably have to dye it someday. But now that the time is here...I’m sad. I’m going to miss it. Unless I win the lottery or something, I’ll pretty much always have to have a job, so I may never be able to have blue hair again. And that makes me sad. I think it suits me, it looks really good, it fits my personality, and I love it. I just love it. I’ll get over it, of course, it is just hair after all. But I’m going to mourn it.

One of my dogs is dying, too. He was diagnosed with cancer, osteosarcoma specifically. He’s only 2, which is very very young to have gotten this. Osteosarcoma is one of the more aggressive cancers in dogs. Statistically, by the time the dog has a noticeable tumor and is able to be diagnosed, 90% of the time it has already metastasized. To the lungs, usually. In younger dogs, it tends to be even more aggressive. The only treatment options are to amputate the limb with the original tumor and do chemotherapy. If you do both things, on average the dog will live a year. And again, he’s young so it’s extra aggressive, so he likely wouldn’t even get that long. So after looking at all the options, the cost versus the chance he’d get from the treatment, the pain/stress factors, etc, we decided to amputate the leg and not to do chemo. We decided once he lets us know he’s getting bad, we’ll let him go. That seems more fair to him, to let him go without dragging it out, before he suffers too much. I watched my father die slowly of cancer over nearly a year and I know if humane euthanasia had been an option for him, that’s what he would’ve chosen after a certain point. My dog can’t speak for himself, but that is an option, and that’s the choice I’m going to make. I’m crying as I type this, I’ve cried over this for the past month and a half. It is the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make in my entire life and I do not enjoy making it. I don’t want my dog to die. I want to wake up tomorrow and find this has all been a terrible dream. I want to never have had that feeling that day, that something was wrong. I want to not have looked out the window to him in the fenced yard playing with our other dogs, limping and with a massive lump on his leg that sprouted overnight, literally. I want to not have known, even before seeing it, that something was terribly wrong. I want to not have had that feeling confirmed by my vet and the UGA vet school. I want to wake up tomorrow and never have this dream again. I want to cuddle my happy, healthy, four-legged Alastor again. I want this to go away. There is nothing I want more in the world than for this to go away. But that isn’t going to happen. I have to make the best decision for him. I want to make the decision to keep him with me for as long as possible. I want to make the selfish choice and damn the consequences. But I can’t do that. He can’t choose for himself and I can’t make him suffer just so I get one more month, one more week. I can’t. It isn’t fair to him. None of this is fair.

So I know the choice I have to make, for him. If the chemo was likely to save his life I would absolutely do it. But it won’t. It would just be constant vet visits and feeling crappy and slowly getting worse. If it would give us five more years, even, I’d do it. But for an average of a year, and most likely not even that long due to his age....I can’t. I can’t.

The choice is made. My vet knows what I want. But the problem is, he already acts different. Even right after the surgery, he was still his normal self. Constant tail-wagging, jumping around, running, wanting to play even though he had stitches. Eating anything and everything you put in front of him. Now, five weeks post-surgery, when he should be right as rain since the incision is completely healed, he just lays around. Doesn’t want to walk more than he absolutely has to. Doesn’t jump. Doesn’t play. Just lays on the couch. He’s eating still, but where he normally finished his dinner in five minutes or less, he now takes all night and into the next day. His joints ache. He still wags his tail when we talk to him, but not constantly like he did. He’s just not himself. And so I have to ask myself, how long do I wait? He doesn’t seem to be in pain exactly, just uncomfortable, so I can start giving him his pain medicine again and see if that helps. But what if it doesn’t? Is he bad off enough already that we should let him go? Should we let him go preemptively so he doesn’t get worse and truly suffer? Should I wait until he does get worse, in case this is just a phase and he gets better? I don’t know where the line is, I don’t have a deadline, and so I can’t tell when is the right time. I don’t know that there will ever be a right time, I’ll always have a reason not to let go, so when do I do it? I wish never was an option. I can’t stop thinking that I wish never was an option. I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to explain what I’m feeling, I don’t know how to make this decision, I don’t know how to make him feel better, I don’t know how to do any of it, and I don’t want to do it anymore, I just want it to be over. Please, can it be over now. But not his life, I don’t want that to be over. I want it to go away. I just want it to go away. I can’t stop crying.

So I’ve had a bad few months overall. I’ve been shopping way too much, because I don’t drink or smoke or do drugs, spending money is my vice. It makes me feel just that tiny bit better about myself for a minute. When I get packages in the mail it makes me happy to open them and play with my new things. I got a Corsair K70 RGB gaming keyboard that makes me so happy. It’ll wear off, but for now, that’s bringing me a little bit of joy so I don’t regret spending the money. And it is a really good keyboard.

The week of Thanksgiving my brother came up with his family and brought the dog they picked up that day. Actually, picked him up about an hour before I met him. And this poor thing...was emaciated. Did not have a single bit of fat on him, could count every bone in his body. My brother said the last owner told him that he wasn’t eating, hadn’t had a full meal in ~5 days, had been throwing up everything he ate until they took him to the vet, about three days before my brother got him, and the vet gave him some anti-nausea medicine which stopped the throwing up, but he still wasn’t eating. The vet they took him to said it was probably worms causing his issues, so gave them some panacur, the anti-nausea, and some fortiflora, which is dog probiotics, and sent them home. I decided that was bullshit and took him to my vet. And my vet is just the best vet. When I panicked over Alastor’s leg because I knew it was bad, I rushed him in without an appointment, they saw me anyway and my vet didn’t even make me wait very long, just until he finished the client he was with at the time. And same that day. This dog needed immediate care, he was starved but refused to eat anything or drink more than a couple drops at a time basically, was lethargic, didn’t even hardly want to stand up. He needed to go. So, the Monday before Thanksgiving, I took him in without an appointment, and same thing, they took me anyway, didn’t even make me wait very long. My vet is the best vet. It helps that I have eight dogs and six cats so I’ve established a pretty good relationship with everyone there. But they did a fecal, discovered he had no poop in him at all basically. Tried to palpate his stomach, couldn’t feel any foreign bodies. Did a couple of x-rays, saw big air bubbles but no foreign bodies. So he told me, either there is a foreign body and it’s just hiding on the x-ray, or his organs aren’t working properly for some reason. Did bloodwork and found heartworms but nothing else abnormal. So he recommended surgery. Said if it’s a foreign body and he didn’t do surgery, he’d die. If his organs weren’t working and he couldn’t figure out why, he was weak enough that he may not make it through surgery at all. If we did nothing, and he didn’t get better in a couple of days, euthanasia would become the only option. So we opted to do the surgery, he rearranged some things and fit us in the surgery schedule for the very next day, because he’s the best. Discovered that it wasn’t a foreign body, a part of his small intestine had gotten looped in on itself and stuck inside the opening to the large intestine (Or something like that, I’m not a doctor. Intestine looped and couldn’t unloop so nothing could get through) so whenever he ate something, it would get stuck right there, so his body would reject it and he’d throw it back up. He would’ve died if we hadn’t done the surgery, but now he’s doing just fine, eating again, pooping again, set to make a full recovery. And now my brother will never doubt my advice when it comes to dogs.

My grandmother thinks I’m crazy for spending that kind of money on my brother’s dog, because he couldn’t afford to pay for it and my vet lets me make payments if I need to. My brother is supposed to pay me back, but even if he doesn’t, I still would’ve done it. I couldn’t let that poor baby die if there was anything I could do about it. I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again. But this dog, so soon after Alastor’s diagnosis, which I can’t save him from...I had to do it. I had to save this one since I can’t save him. I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself.

So that’s my life update. It’s been a very stressful time lately and I just haven’t been feeling very motivated to do much of anything at all. I barely even eat. I’ve been so stressed I gave myself a cold. But I think maybe shouting this into the void has helped. Been cathartic, in a way. So if you’re here with me, thank you for your help. And if it’s just me here with the void, thank you anyway.

#nonmagical #life update #personal

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