Inky beloved I'm feeling down in the insecurity dumps... How much would it be for soft thoughts of the LI's? Do you do commission headcannons or no
shush, i still do normal headcanons but am big tired and stressed out but big worried so lemme shoot off some soft headcannons
content warning. uh... implied past trauma for kylar. drug taking with alex.
Robin
Has plushie from when their parents were still alive and holds it very dear. Knows some of the others make fun of them for it, but they need it by their head every night or they struggle to fall asleep. In fact, its a plushie of a character in one of their games, the first one they ever played and its partially why buy the game console. The longer you're in a relationship, they start to shyly bring out the plushie more, feeling safe that you won't make fun of them. By the time the two of you leave the orphanage, they don't need the plush to sleep, but you two happily keep it by the bed still.
Kylar
They want to take a bath with you.
Hear me out, its partially not horny. But Kylar struggles with being completely naked due to trauma. This includes washing themselves and changing clothes. The reason they were first bullied was because they stopped changing clothes and stopped showering and its taken a lot of therapy for them to clean up as much as they have by the time they meet you. You might never know what happened to them, but they will show their utter trust in you if they ask you to bathe with them. Them leaning against your chest, almost fully submerged in the bubbles, happily letting you wash them. If they gain enough courage, they might start something naughty, but mostly if you two, the bubbles, snuggling and the rubber ducky bobbing past.
Alex
They prefer drinking to getting high but one night they do wanna get high with you. Just lie back and stare at the stars, feeling the world take one step to the left as you and Alex stay still.
Being high means that they aren't grounded, like they usually feel when they're drinking, it means that they're gently floating. One time Alex got high with their siblings and got so spooked they hid away and cried for ages. They liked it at first, but their trip turned bad. But there's no way their trip would turn sour if you're there, holding their hand and giggling your head off.
Avery
One day, Avery will pick you up for a date and take you back to their house instead of a fancy restaurant or a party. They will park in their drive way and sigh softly before looking at you.
"I need your eyes on only me tonight."
You protest that your eyes are always on them but they just give a small smile and get out. You follow them to the kitchen and they make a okayish meal, its nothing... Great. Just scrambled eggs and toast with some warmed up pre-cooked sausages, but just compliment it and they will kiss your temple.
They lead you to their room and just lie down, and hold you close as they sleep. They don't share what happened, but it must have been bad. They don't initiate sex but they press their nose into your neck and their hand against your stomach. They wish to hold you, for you to only be there for them, not the fancy surroundings for once.
Eden
Eden would capture a wolf pup for you. Will come home, covered in scratches, but if you ever wanted a dog, he'd be shuffling in, a tiny pup in his arms, sniffling at the air and yapping softly.
Now, don't get me wrong, Eden will say its up to you to look after them, but they will become that meme of the dad with the cat they didn't want. Makes a lil dog kennel for it, will make its food, will train it to heel and hunt and roll over.
Eden mainly wanted the pup for protection. It will grow up, strong and powerful, and it will protect their greatest treasure. They make sure that the wolfpup will shield you from anyone and anything if Eden can't.
Sydney
Their biggest want in life is to wake up and go downstairs and see you and Sirris chatting away, maybe making breakfast.
Sydney hasn't been able to have a stable home since their other parent passed away, and its been... Rough. Sirris has done well, but there's a reason they took refuge in the Temple, as it symbolized a second family for them.
But you came along.
So, even if Sydney either falls deeper into corruption, or stays pure, they wish for family outings, movie nights, cooking dinner all together. They want Sirris to adore you like another child, for you to wake up beside them and coo them awake. They want to hold your hand underneath the blanket, they wanna play footsie underneath the table at a restaurant as Sirris chats away about fun facts about the shrimp they just ordered. Sydney wants to take your hand, at the end of a fun night together, and have Sirris hug you both goodnight, before falling asleep, curled around each other.
Whitney
One day, they will pick you up in a rusted pick up truck, that their parents sneered at. One day, they will give you 10 minutes to grab your shit and put it in the back, maybe with a rucksack at your feet. One day, Whitney will be the one to drive away, and the only thing from this shit town they bring with them, is you.
Maybe its just a road trip, maybe its for life. Whitney can't see anyone else they would fight over space with in the backseat when trying to sleep. No one else to try to help them figure out the outdated map they stored in his desk from years ago, a promise to their future.
Whitney wants it all. The shitty coffee you two share, the way you two take turns to sleep. The uncomfortable sex in the backseat, the arguing, the make ups. The excitement of exploring a new life with no one but the only one who could actually love them beside them, their legs tucked underneath them in the front seat.
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Hello fam,
Here's some TMI that I've spent the entire day spiraling over on the reddit chat but may as well therapize myself here too. Wait is therapize a real word... I did not know that.
Anyway - teaching week from absolute hell. Hours and hours and hours of on my feet labs and workshops. And then getting myself in a position where I had to mark prac write ups - 88 of them - in about 48 hours. Reckon it took me about 16 hours and it's mind numbing exasperating work because this is their first one - a quarter of them failed, some of them wrote the most incoherent bullshit...
That means my brain has been frazzled and fried since sometime Tuesday and by some oversight I neglected to put in my calendar that my parents were dropping their dog off at my house today to mind for a week. Probably because it's no big deal and not something I really need in my calendar.
Except I completely forgot. 100% out of my brain, gone, no idea it was happening until I got a text at 10.30 saying the dog had been dropped off and they were on their way to their airbnb where they've got a few nights away or whatever.
Now, worth noting, they did need to go into the house to drop the dog off, because this is the dog that, famously, escaped this same house a bit over a year ago, got smacked by a truck, was 50/50 on surviving for a long while, and cost them $6k to fix... so yeah, of course let yourselves in, dump the dog and lock the doggy door.
So a few things to know:
I live in a messy house at the best of times. Dishes in the sink, last night's plates still on the table, a bag of used tissues next to me on the couch, socks on the floor, etc. Like it's not gross rotting food or anything, but it's not the standard I like to show my parents (or anyone else). So that's a bit embarrassing.
Last night, because I pulled a 12 hour day of admin and prac marking, I fell into the too-often-fallen-into habit of having a decent slosh of vodka over ice with soda as soon as I got home at 8pm to turn my brain off so I could sleep before midnight. I left the half empty bottle of vodka on the table in the living room.
Also when I got home last night I took my bra off in the living room and left it draped across a chair.
Also, in a particularly lazy moment, I had left the eski full of water from almost two weeks ago sitting in the same spot in my kitchen which, yeah, okay, gross of me, but I intended to clean it up before anyone fucking saw it.
And you're probably reading this and thinking that it really isn't that bad so here's the real main source of mortification. Because I live alone and because no one would ever just drop in and because I've been busy and lazy and whatever. I also left my bright magenta sex toy besides the bathroom sink this morning. Where it had been since the morning before. Because that's a fine, logical place to leave it. And when I got the text I immediately remembered that because I saw it this morning when I was getting ready to go into work at 7.30 for an 8am zoom to the US, and kind of vaguely thought 'I should put that away' and then didn't. And didn't close the door to the bathroom because i only do that on hot days and it's been mild, finally, the last few days. And then when I got that text I tried to convince myself that my parents would have no reason to go into my bathroom, even though they would have obviously gone in the house and seen the above bad shit. And then I tried to convince myself that even if they had seen it, we would never speak of it and I would never know.
Anyway, I got home a half hour ago and my toilet door is fully closed, it's next to the bathroom door that remained fully open, magenta fucking rabbit in full view. I never, ever fully close the toilet door because it jams.
So anyway... may never wank again. Will, at some point, report on how I handle my face and soul next time I have to speak/see my parents.
If I die tonight, my COD will be mortification.
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Tried to get back into my Serrennedy childhood friend AU. And if I am allowed to be very personal on main for a moment, I think my being unable to work on a fic where Leon has a shit load of trauma because of my trauma is Something
And I'm realizing there's probably a lot more to unpack than I thought. I thought the reason trying to reread any of it and working on the draft for the next chapter was simply because I wrote it while in the traumatic situation, so it reminded me of it.
I didn't ever intentionally channel what I was going through into the fic… but it slipped in. Leon's hair not being washed often enough. One of the many, MANY traumatic things that happened this year was our landlord illegally having our water shut off, which we pretty much just lived with because we didn't think it was worth fighting. So I did go an extended period of time without bathing. (We had a gym membership where we could shower, but I have sensory issues with showers so :/)
Leon having no one except Luis. That's not a more specific trauma, but I've struggled with feeling lonely for a long ass time now, and the more recent big trauma fest definitely worsened the problem, because literally no one knows the full extent of it. I can't really talk about it because some of it is stuff that's been slowly building for years and the trauma dumps would have their own trauma dumps. Even with a couple close friends, that already know the background and wouldn't need all the context, I haven't felt like I could talk about it because a lot of the most traumatic elements are almost entirely self inflicted, which makes it embarrassing to admit to. (Things would have been traumatic no matter what, but it could have been significantly less traumatic.)
The dirty hair and loneliness are currently the only connections to my personal trauma that I'm aware of, but I'm certain more of it slipped in that I'd notice if I reread all of it. After having the realization about those, I just had to close everything I had open related to it because I'm just. Not ready to unpack all of that.
I think unpacking it will be necessary and therapeutic, but it'll be messy and probably get worse before it gets better, and the one very amazing event that served as my lifeline to keep going and not just give up on life when I was in the thick of the bad situation is in less than a week, and there's absolutely no way I'm going to risk jeopardizing my enjoyment of it by falling apart before it.
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