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kaleschmidt · 2 years

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DSAF Assorted HCs

Just a note that some of these HCs involve my own AU/verse where the main gang are given a second chance at life (labeled TKPverse)! These are like highly self-indulgent

Jack (he/they/it)

Jack grows a shitty mullet (Affectionate) post-DSAF 2

Actually likes to keep his hands busy. Machines aren't his specialty, but he likes sewing + knitting and actually was the one who knitted the scarf for Dee's birthday!

Had a fling with Harry (actually canon guys. trust me.)

Everyone in DSAF 1 has played a part in Jack loosing their front teeth at least once in all universes

After the true end, Jack is the only one with solid information of all the timelines he went through. Everyone else can remember pieces of different timelines, but only vaguely

The whole Kennedy family is Filipino (with the family moving to the US). Jack wasn't as close to his heritage as his other siblings, but he can still understand Tagalog. He just can't speak a lot of it.

LOOVVEESSS chicken adobo. He overseasons it so badly though. Corpse tastebuds.

look i get tall jack but also. 5'2" jack. hear me out.

Dave (he/she)

Dave's far-sighted, but he never figures it out until TKPverse, and even then, he refuses to get glasses until he's forced to. He rarely wears them, though

Dave uses both his name + William, though he prefers only people close to him use William. Still hates being called 'Willy'.

Ambidextrous!

Dave is humanoid but... no one knows what he exactly is. His anatomy is somewhat normal, but his body has some kind of muppet-like/felt texture, with his hair similar to craft fur. Also he does taste a bit like eggplant.

Genuinely likes licorice

Usually done unintentionally, but Dave sometimes falls asleep with her eyes open. This has scared the shit out of Jack several times

Dave has lots of boundaries regarding his hair. Jack's one of the few who's allowed to touch and style it

One of his most prized possessions was this. It was one of Dave's few toys back then

90% OF INCIDENTS WHERE JACK LOOSES HIS FRONT TEETH ARE BECAUSE OF DAVE.

Steven (he/him)

I'm gonna be honest i do not have a lot for him. Sorry Steven i love you stil.

Before his springlock incident, Steven's favorite animal really were foxes!

The type to have really old movies probs

Peter (he/him)

Genuinely likes Rick Astley, especially his album "Whenever You Need Somebody". Has unintentionally rickrolled the family several times

^ He also likes Sade. One of his favorite songs is 'Smooth Operator'

He's the dad in the grocery store who has his song come on and then starts doing a jig to it and embarrasses his kid. Jack joined in. They were both kicked out

as long as we don't have any information on caroline idc idc peter was THE fucking malewife. and he was also the wifeguy. he loved his wifey so much he would go on full fucking rambles to jack about caroline on the phone

Eldest Kennedy + the closest to his heritage. Peter knows perfect Tagalog and also learned his mom's family recipes!

Dee (she/they)

dee i am also so fucking sorry i don't have a lot for you.....

Dee was never able to have her 18th debut, but TKPverse, I believe Peter + Jack made sure to give her the most extravagant surprise belated debut! The only guests were the main cast but Dee was still touched. Also yes the kennedy brothers did get a custom-made gown for dee

They love all cats, but their favorite breed would be ragdoll cats

Dee doesn't know a lot of Tagalog, but she's learning more from Peter

Matt (he/it)

He's allergic to nuts. Why the fuck did he accept Jack's payment? god if i know. Matt also has an orange allergy

Matt has NPD because that's my medal of honor to him, along with the he/it

After the California location shut down, Matt just. disappeared. No one heard of him since then. Jack was only able to find him by dialing random numbers

SPEAKING OF DIALING! Matt can literally use anything as a phone. He does not have an actual phone at all and he refuses to get one

Has complete knowledge of the alternate timelines. You didn't hear that here, though.

Nobody knows if he's human or not but they're afraid to approach him.

Matt is capable of genuinely smiling, but never does so during work*. If Matt ever genuinely smiled during DSAF, it probably would have a reversed effect of attracting people to him. a bit scary

It's so used to having a forced smile that whenever it talks to anyone, even if it's not face-to-face, Matt ends up putting on a forced smile

So fucking tired.

Matt usually listens to music as background noise. This usually consists of metal, screamo, breakcore, and/or the most drilling sounds known to men. If you ever asked it its favorite song, Matt would say "the one with the screaming :)"

the percentage of how many times matt was involved with making jack loose his front teeth is low but is not 0.

#DSAF #Dayshift at Freddy's #Jack Kennedy #Dave Miller #Steven Stevenson #Peter Kennedy #Dee Kennedy #Matt Virginia #Matthew Virginia #ough. augh. this is my first post in the tag. been somewhat lurking and not for a good while #no one from dsaf 3 is in here because i still haven't gotten a good amount of lore to brainrot over them yet. harry im so sorry babygirl #but when i do get it.#ALSO (PROJECTS FILIPINO KENNEDY PROPAGANDA) (PROJECTS FILIPINO KENNEDY PROPAGANDA) (PROJECTS FILIPINO KENNEDY PROPAGANDA) (PR #you can also see my favoritism i think. the mentally ill aubergine has a hold on me #and matt. i don't know how it happened. i blame naomi.#keeping this next one in tags because it is VEEERRY self-indulgent to me.#* He's only genuinely smiles when he started hanging out with Naomi; and even then it took him a good long while #oh yea. naomi is my oc who is dsaf-by-association and she is peter's daughter. fae is everything to me #she's /somewhat/ in the dsaf 3 timeline (tkpverse)#ANYWAYS THIS IS LIKE MOST OF MY COHERENT HCS. EN...JOY??!?#i tried leaving out ship dynamics + family dynamics but um...... (pokes fingers #feel free to ask . ?#or even just ask abt naomi. again i love her she is my eveyrhting

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shiftingsatyr · 6 months

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🎤🐐🎶 My Legends of Avantris: Once Upon A Witchlight DR script!! 🎤🐐🎶

Last edited: November 19th, 2023

This DR is based off a D&D podcast I've been really into for the past few months, it's focused on the world and characters INSIDE the campaign and not the people running the show. I've not shifted to this DR yet, but I've had some dreams about it!

Basic info:

My name is Calun or Cal for short and I'm a satyr bard who was born and raised in Prismeer (The Feywild)

Backstory: I don't remember much about my life from before I started performing as a bard, any family or friends from my youth have been completely forgotten and all I have are the vague memories of someone taking me to shows at the theater which sparked my love of music/performance and my desire to be a bard.

My gender and sexuality: Non-binary and Pan/Ace (They/Them)

My height: 5'4

I have: Short and fluffy brown hair/fur/goat-like ears and tail, pale-ish freckled skin, black hooves/horns/nose/tipped fingers (Hero forge didn't have it as an option for the ref but it's on my Pinterest board) and blue goat eyes.

I wear: A pair of scientist goggles on my forehead, twin pairs of golden earrings in either of my goat-like ears, a black ring on my middle finger on my right hand, a blue long-sleeved sweater with stripes of different shades of blue, a collar of fluff, black capri pants and an overly filled backpack that slings around my body.

My hobbies: Cooking/baking, stargazing, climbing, swimming, singing, making jewelry, collecting trinkets, dancing.

Ideals: Using my talents to help others is the best way of helping myself, I go where the road takes me (sometimes that's a good thing.)

Flaws: I like to explore and my curiosity will sometimes get me into trouble, I am trusting even to my detriment and it has caused me to get into trouble before

Skills: I can climb more than 1,500 vertical feet in 20 minutes (Because of goat legs), I am ambidextrous,

My stats: Strength: 12 + 1 Wisdom: 10 + 0 Dexterity: 11 + 0 Intelligence: 9 - 1 Constitution: 17 + 3 Charisma: 15 + 2

Race, Class and Background info:

Race (Satyr):

Satyrs have a well-earned reputation for their good spirits, gregarious personalities, and love of revels. Most satyrs are driven by two simple desires; to see the world and to sample its every pleasure. While their spontaneity and whimsy sometimes put them at odds with more stoic peoples, satyrs rarely let the moodiness of others hinder their own happiness.

Ability Score Increase: Your Charisma score increases by 2, and your Dexterity score increases by 1.

Age: Satyrs mature and age at about the same rate as humans.

Alignment: Satyrs delight in living a life free of the mantle of law. They gravitate toward being good, but some have devious streaks and enjoy causing dismay.

Size: Satyrs range from just under 5 feet to about 6 feet in height, with generally slender builds. Your size is medium.

Speed. Your base walking speed is 35 feet.

Fey: Your creature type is fey, rather than humanoid.

Ram: You can use your head and horns to make unarmed strikes. If you hit with them, you deal bludgeoning damage equal to 1d4 + your Strength modifier.

Magic Resistance: You have advantage on saving throws against spells and other magical effects.

Mirthful Leaps: Whenever you make a long or high jump, you can roll a d8 and add the number to the number of feet you cover, even when making a standing jump. This extra distance costs movement as normally.

Reveler: You have proficiency in the Performance and Persuasion skills, and you have proficiency with one musical instrument of your choice.

Languages: You can speak, read, and write Common and Sylvan

Class (Bard):

Armor: Light armor

Weapons: Simple weapons, hand crossbows, longswords, rapiers, shortswords

Tools: Three musical instruments of your choice (Pan flutes, Guitar and Bongos)

Saving Throws: Dexterity, Charisma

Skills: Choose any three (Athletics, Acrobatics and Medicine)

You start with the following equipment, in addition to the equipment granted by your background: a longsword, an entertainer's pack (A backpack, a bedroll, two costumes, five candles, five days of rations, a waterskin and a disguise kit), pan flutes, leather armor and a dagger.

Background (Caravan Specialist):

You are used to life on the road. You pride yourself at having traveled every major trade way, including the best backroads and shortcuts. When traveling these roads, you know where the best inns, campsites, and water sources are located, as well as potential locations of danger such as ambush. Having worked the roads as long as you have, you have made many acquaintances and find it easy to pick up information and rumors floating from town to town. You are skilled with beasts of burden and handling and repairing wagons of all kinds.

Skill Proficiencies: Animal Handling, Survival

Tool Proficiencies: Vehicles (land)

Languages: One of your choice. (Goblin)

Equipment: A whip, a two-person tent, a regional map, a set of traveler's clothes, and a belt pouch containing 10 gold pieces.

Spells:

Dancing Lights: You create up to four torch-sized lights within range, making them appear as torches, lanterns, or glowing orbs that hover in the air for the duration. You can also combine the four lights into one glowing vaguely humanoid form of medium size. Whichever form you choose, each light sheds dim light in a 10-foot radius.

Mage Hand: A spectral, floating hand appears at a point you choose within range. The hand lasts for the duration or until you dismiss it. You can use the hand to manipulate an object, open an unlocked door or container, stow or retrieve an item from an open container, or pour the contents out of a vial.

Thunderclap: You create a burst of thunderous sound, which can be heard 100 feet away and makes creatures takes thunder damage.

Vicious Mockery: You unleash a string of insults laced with subtle enchantments at a creature and they take psychic damage and have disadvantage on the next attack it makes.

Seeming: This spell allows you to change the appearance of any number of creatures (including yourself) that you can see including their clothing, armor, weapons, and other belongings on their person – look different until the spell ends.

Dissonant Whispers: You whisper a discordant melody that one creature of your choice can hear, wracking it with terrible pain. The target takes psychic damage and must immediately use its reaction, if available, to move as far as its speed allows away from you.

Mass Healing Word: As you call out words of restoration, up to six creatures of your choice that you can see regain hit points.

Feather Fall: Choose up to five falling creatures within range. A falling creature’s rate of descent slows to 60 feet per round until the spell ends. If the creature lands before the spell ends, it takes no falling damage and can land on its feet, and the spell ends for that creature.

Cloud of Daggers: You fill the air with spinning daggers in a cube 5 feet on each side, centered on a point you choose. A creature takes slashing damage when it enters the spell’s area.

Tasha's Hideous Laughter: A creature of your choice that you can see perceives everything as hilariously funny and falls into fits of laughter. The target falls prone, becoming incapacitated and unable to stand up for the duration.

Mirror image: Three illusory duplicates of yourself appear in your space. Until the spell ends, the duplicates move with you and mimic your actions, shifting position so it’s impossible to track which image is real. Each time a creature targets you with an attack during the spell’s duration, instead targets one of your duplicates. If you have three duplicates. If an attack hits a duplicate, the duplicate is destroyed. A duplicate can be destroyed only by an attack that hits it. It ignores all other damage and effects. The spell ends when all three duplicates are destroyed. A creature is unaffected by this spell if it can’t see, if it relies on senses other than sight, such as blindsight, or if it can perceive illusions as false, as with truesight.

Prestidigitation: This spell is a minor magical trick that novice spellcasters use for practice. You create one of the following magical effects: You create an instantaneous, harmless sensory effect, such as a shower of sparks, a puff of wind, faint musical notes, or an odd odor. You instantaneously light or snuff out a candle, a torch, or a small campfire. You instantaneously clean or soil an object. You chill, warm, or flavor up to 1 cubic foot of nonliving material for 1 hour. You make a color, a small mark, or a symbol appear on an object or a surface for 1 hour. You create a nonmagical trinket or an illusory image that can fit in your hand. If you cast this spell multiple times, you can have up to three of its non-instantaneous effects active at a time, and you can dismiss such an effect as an action.

Raulothim's Psychic Lance: You unleash a shimmering lance of psychic power from your forehead at a creature that you can see. Alternatively, you can utter a creature’s name. If the named target is within range, it becomes the spell’s target even if you can’t see it. If the named target isn’t within range, the lance dissipates without effect. The target takes psychic damage and is incapacitated until the start of your next turn.

Catnap: You make a calming gesture, and up to three creatures of your choice that you can see fall unconscious for the spell’s duration. The spell ends on a target early if it takes damage or someone uses an action to shake or slap it awake. If a target remains unconscious for the full duration, that target gains the benefit of a short rest, and it can’t be affected by this spell again until it finishes a long rest.

Hypnotic Pattern: You create a twisting pattern of colors that weaves through the air inside a 30-foot cube within range. The pattern appears for a moment and vanishes. Each creature in the area becomes charmed for the duration. While charmed by this spell, the creature is incapacitated and has a speed of 0. The spell ends for an affected creature if it takes any damage or if someone else uses an action to shake the creature out of its stupor.

Nathair's Mischief: You fill a 20-foot space with fey and draconic magic effects such as: The smell of apple pie fills the air and each creature in the cube become charmed by you, Bouquets of flowers appear all around and each creature in the cube is blinded as the flowers spray water in their faces, Each creature in the cube begins giggling and is incapacitated plus uses all its movement to move in a random direction, Drops of molasses appear and hover in the cube, turning it into difficult terrain. You can move the cube up to 10 feet in any direction.

Hold Monster: Choose a creature that you can see, the target is paralyzed for the duration but this spell has no effect on undead. At Higher Levels, when you cast this spell you can target one additional creature for each level above 5th. The creatures must be within 30 feet of each other when you target them.

Raise Dead: You return a dead creature you touch to life, provided that it has been dead no longer than 10 days. If the creature’s soul is both willing and at liberty to rejoin the body, the creature returns to life. This spell also neutralizes any poison and cures nonmagical diseases that affected the creature at the time it died. This spell doesn’t, however, remove magical diseases, curses, or similar effects; if these aren’t first removed prior to casting the spell, they take effect when the creature returns to life. The spell can’t return an undead creature to life. This spell closes all mortal wounds, but it doesn’t restore missing body parts. If the creature is lacking body parts or organs integral for its survival – its head, for instance – the spell automatically fails.

Rary's Telepathic Bond: You forge a telepathic link among up to eight willing creatures of your choice, psychically linking each creature to all the others for the duration. Until the spell ends, the targets can communicate telepathically through the bond whether or not they have a common language. The communication is possible over any distance, though it can’t extend to other planes of existence.

Synaptic Static: You choose a point within range and cause psychic energy to explode there. Each creature in a 20-foot-radius sphere centered on that point takes psychic damage and has muddled thoughts for 1 minute.

Friends/Family:

Friend(s):

Torbek (1): A bugbear bloodhunter/rouge who was experimented on and now has a drug known as witchlight pumping into his body via a machine on his back which when activated, turns him into a killing machine with a british accent which can poison his enemies and won't stop until they are dead. We are best friends, sleeping curled up together in the common room of any inn the party goes to because of our mutual fear of abandonment causing us not to sleep good if not close to somebody.

Kremy Lecroux (2): A lizardfolk warlock under the order of the loa of death, Baron Samedi. He can mind control someone by asking the phrase "Would you kindly?" at them and has been known to do it to Gideon multiple times. He can also clean up any mess with the snap of his clawed alligator fingers. We have a pseudo father-child relationship as he calls me "Kiddo" since I picked up calling him "Mr. Kremy" from Torbek. He and Gideon are married.

Gideon Coal (3): A fire genasi fighter who has the ability to use his chains as a weapon, by either whipping them around, grappling, using his fire genasi power to do all this but with burning hot chains. Gideon can also do basic fighter things like punch, etc. He also can use his fire to fight. He has a thick southern accent and a hatred for clowns and hobgoblins but a love for cigars, mechanical machines and beautiful women. We are decently close with a mix of a parent-child and trusted adult relationship, comfortable enough to rant about our issues while hanging out. He and Kremy are married.

Gricko Grimgrin (4): A goblin druid who can play an owl shaped ocarina to transform into any animal spirit he desires or summon healing "bananyas" for the party. He is the adopted father of Hootsie the owlbear and treats her like his own flesh and blood. We are fairly close with us collaborating on pranks to use on the rest of the party fairly often.

Hootsie (not pictured): An owlbear cub saved (stolen) by Gricko from the Witchlight carnival, she is kind and willing to do tricks for rat snacks as she is a carnivore. I adore her and treat her like a younger sister and will often be found petting or taking care of her.

Morning Frost (5): A tabaxi sorcerer whose magic comes from the power of his mind, able to do telepathy, telekinesis, teleportation and being able to render beings immobile. He is also able to mend items or clothing. Due to his training, he is sensitive to all of his senses including touch, taste, smell, sound, sight, and a sixth unnamed sense. We have an older brother-younger sibling dynamic where I'll ask him stuff I don't know but also annoy him and he will explain stuff to me but also nag me when I do something stupid.

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pockys-countryhuman-blog · 2 years

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I am curious about the Finland headcanons you mentioned in one of your posts.

OOOOH BOY TIME TO RAMBLE

Okayokayokay soo

- Fin is probably ambidextrous. Why? I don’t know

- He probably knows how to do knife tricks. Along with this, he also probably owns throwing knives just for fun

- He likes the color periwinkle. There’s not really a reason for this, I just feel like he’d like that color

- Fluffy things. He loves soft fluffy things. A lot of his clothes are just. Really soft. Because he likes soft things. Nobody know this, and he does not plan on telling anyone.

- He probably gives advice that sounds vaguely shitty but then ends up being genuinely good advice???

- I feel like he would be good at mimicking voices/accents. And he has, just. Because why not.

- Y’know how I draw him with a tail? He purposefully knocks stuff over with his tail. Just because he thinks it’s funny. It’s never been anything breakable, but still.

- He’s good at climbing. Again, no reason for this really, I just feel like he’d be good at climbing stuff!

And uhh I’m tired so brain’s a lil. Not working right now so this is all I’ve got at the moment!

But if you want me to elaborate on any of these at all or want more headcanons of. Either Finland or just anyone else 👀

#countryhumans #pocky.txt #asks.txt #headcanons.txt #countryhumans finland

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poisonedsimmer · 3 years

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@Izzy’s Dag-Dag The Artist… Tag

By @morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy

~ Rules ~Show us a rendition of yourself in your own art! Can be anything! Sims render? Random stick figure? Picrew? Go nuts! (Just be sure to tag the artist if you use someone else’s picrew!!!!) Tag the blogs you want to know, and don’t be a dick that’s it! Also, feel free to answer as vague or in-depth as you want. And if you don’t want to answer a question for any reason just don’t vibe with it! Skip it if you wanna! Also make sure you tag me and use #dagdagtheartisttag so I can see it!!!!!!!!

Answers below, cause uh LONG and stuff.

~Questions~ 1.) Do you prefer to be referred to by your name or blog name? Either! I totally don’t mind. You can call me Beloved, Poison, Rose, or even V. (V is part of my true first name but I prefer my middle one of Rose) but yeah call me Bitch if you wanna, I’ll answer to ALMOST anything. I’m really not bothered. lol

2.) Where are you from? England! Give me tea or give me death! XD No I’d actually prefer coffee but shhhhhh don’t tell the other Brits that, they’ll kick me out! :D

3.) Do you have pets? 👀 Yup! Just the one currently. My Burmese/Korat mix, SilverBullet or just Bullet.

4.) Tell us about your “dream”. Uhhhh honestly it’s just to have a small house, a couple of Staffordshire Bull Terriers (English Staffies) and live happily with my partner and our spawnling. I don’t have big dreams, just Staffy sized ones. lol

5.) Aside from art, what are your hobbies? Well I don’t really do ART as such but most of my hobbies are artistic in nature I guess? Photography, collecting Asian Ball Jointed Dolls and 1/6th Action Figures/Poseble figures, Writing (both original stories and fanfiction sometimes), anything to do with computers.

6. )Does anyone irl know about your blog? Sure. My partner, my spawnling, I don’t really share it with anyone else because they just wouldn’t be interested/understand but that’s fine with me!

7.)Do you know anyone from your blog irl? Sadly not. There are some truly awesome people that I would love to know irl if that were ever possible though.

8.) What are some fun facts about you? uhhhh I mostly only have things I’ve already shared a long time ago or on my old blog but um... trained car mechanic, also trained child minder, I was 16 when I got my first tattoo (yes this IS illegal, behave kids don’t be a dumbass like me! seriously DON’T EVER do this!) I have 8 piercings and I want more, I’m dyslexic and also slightly ambidextrous and I have monkey feet as my partner calls them. I’m fairly good at picking things up with my feet. lol

9.) What’s your day job? Currently I uh... actually don’t have one. I’m watching over my partner who’s mentally unwell and unable to work himself.

10.) Do you have a celebrity look alike? Nope. Don’t think so. I kinda used to get compared to Lucy Lawless aka Xena the Warrior Princess when I was younger and honestly I am DOWN with that! (though I know I never actually looked anything like her, my mum kinda did but I look more like my dad soooo lol)

11.) What’s your aesthetic? Uh I’ve always been told it’s a little bit goth, a little bit punk, a whole lot of black, silver and resting witch face. ;)

12.) What kind of artist are you? Digital and an editor? idk honestly, like I use photoshop and my digital drawing pad to make small changes to my photography/sims pics/colour peoples linearts when they let me but does that make me an actual artist of any kind? lol But also idk does writing count? It’s a form of art in a way so...

13.) How did you get into your form of art? Since it’s mostly all photography or to do with photography (taking sims pics kinda counts as that really) uh basically my sister and brother-in-law are both heavily into photography and so was my father-in-law (RIP Dad <3) and I just sorta picked it up from all of them? I learned a few things and just picked up the bug and then it evolved into digital editing and then attempting digital art/colouring and just yeah it all spiraled into whatever this is. as for the writing, well I watched Inuyasha and Naruto a long, long time ago and fell in love with the characters and stuff and somehow stumbled upon fanfiction and I was like Ooooooooo! I can write shit like this?! and uh I just started getting into various fandoms from there and writing all these stories based on them, the characters from them or just the basic worlds they take place in and so yeah it just went from there.

14.) What do you watch/listen/read/anything else while you create? Usually I have either true crime programs or else fictional crime programs on as background noise. Things I’ve watched a million times before. I need background noise, can’t do silence. OR I have music on. a random playlist filled with a mixture of rock, metal, dance, trance and pop on shuffle usually.

15.) What is your favorite of your own creations so far? Oh damn uh honestly it’s probably a threeway tie between this, this and this I’m rarely actually proud of anything I produce but I usually kinda like it, these ones though, I still adore. 16.) How would you describe your art style? Shit, no idea dude. Like style? who that?! I don’t know her. I basically don’t feel I have a style, not for this anyway. Just, I do whatever style is needed for the pic I’m trying to make. Sorry I honestly have no clue. 17.) What is more satisfying to you coloring or outlining? colouring. I can’t draw for toffee, like at all so it’s defo colouring BUT I also can’t shade for jack either. so yeah idk. 18.) What meme would you use to describe yourself? This one! It’s completely me. Honestly I know memes but I could not for the life of me think of a single one. Just happened across this one and went oh hi yeah that me! lol

19.) What character from any media form do you most identify with? Uhhhh I never really thought about this tbh. I guess Kakashi from Naruto or Hermione from HP because well always reading! and I’m known as the human dictionary and also the human library so it kinda makes sense. But also The Hulk from Marvel. Cause well, ‘That’s my secret Captain, I’m always angry.’

20.) If you were on the run, what would you change your name to? Axel or Cooper probably. idk very masculine names I know but most of the time that’s just me.

21.) Have you ever or do you want to change blog names? Um yeah I kinda wanna actually. I picked this one because well hi I’m BelovedPoison and I do sims stuff. But it just sounds so stupid and meh now but I literally have no idea what cool or funny name to call myself. Sooooo we stuck here for now. lol

22.) God forbid Tumblr decides to pull a MySpace and lets us have page songs, what song would you choose? Oh jeeze uh I have no idea honestly. Probably one of the songs that always scream Sarge, my oldest OC’s theme songs to me. Either I Stand Alone or I Fucking Hate You by Godsmack. #sorrynotsorry! 23.) Oh yeah, I’m still on the MySpace train and I’m starting discourse! Who’s your top 8? Ummmm fuck I guess @lazysunjade @cyansimblr @morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy @veethe @raccoonium @neriney @amuhav @oydis I too just grabbed people I could think of at the time. I just went through the names I talk to the most often lately. It’s nothing against anyone, I love you all promise!

24.) Did you understand those references or did you have to look them up? (I’m fully away I’m ancient, but are you?) OMG please don’t bring me back to my Myspace days... I remember when this thing literally just started. I was on there all the time. Yes I sadly understood everything there. lol

25.) One last question; why are you like that? Who the hell knows! If you figure it out, could you explain it to me, cause honestly I have no more clue than you do! lmao

Dag dag?

Now tag tag!!! other than the ones I’ve already mentioned/tagged above, gonna tag: @madeofcc @poetic-falls @aniraklova @ladykendalsims @katterpile @ds-sims @plasmavamp @kittenkatsims @pixeles @pixelit0s @disasterbri @saku-12 @wolfrynn313 @bloodmooncc and YOU! But you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. Ok bye!

#non-sims #nonsims #Poison's personal shit #dagdagtheartisttag

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ceaselesswatchersspecialboy · 3 years

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Because, as is obvious, I have Philip on the brain as well as Belos, may as well get that Belos = Philip analysis their post thing out of the way before I forget.

A lot of the evidence given for the theory is in voice, hair and appearance in general, and while I’m still skeptical of the theory, I do find it has a lot of potential! So, may as well look at it in a more detailed view.

What we know about Philip Wittebane is very little, only that he was one the Isles somewhere around the 1600s, he’s the one who created the portal (so it seems), he has skills in engineering, maths and physics, and he was the first recorded human on the Boiling Isles.

Arguably, we know just as little about Belos, and what we do know is very vague. He’s the Emperor of the Boiling Isles, he’s a mysterious witch who appeared and took control 50 years, he can apparently communicate with the Titan, he’s cursed in some way and uses palismen to contain it, wild magic could have caused this curse, his goal is to unite the realms in the day of unity and he’s Hunter’s parental guardian (referred to as uncle)

The lack of information means a lot of this will be speculation but I think I can make it work!

(At this point I accidentally deleted half the draft so this is me rewriting every point I brought up and dying during it. It was worded so much better before but you get this version instead.)

This post was also brought to you by @journeys-collide, my beloved best friend who bounced ideas off with me, pointed out some very sus shit and all and all helped develop this a lot!

Something we noticed, that is quite major if you think about it, is the fact Belos knows exactly how to build the portal and how to get it to work without even - to our knowledge - seeing it properly. All he had were pieces of the portal. Pair this with a obvious skill in physics and engineering, proven by his staff and Hunter’s that he made and his building of the portal. These skills link with what we know of Philip. From his notes, we can tell he was a genius, especially for his time.

Yes, Philip is show to be right handed and Belos left but consider:

A) This acts as a symbolic thing, showing the clear transition and difference between Belos and Philip.

B) Belos is ambidextrous. He has held and used his staff with his right and left hand (I would grab images but I don’t want this post to get too long for those who don’t want to read it so I may do that in a separate post)

Another counter point is age, Belos appeared 50 years ago, Philip is from the 1600s. However this still works. Belos is a ‘mysterious witch’ who suddenly appeared. This has implications no one knew him before, at least by that name. And it’s quite possible he’s immortal. We’ve seen his form, if he was human he no longer is, and his connection to the Titan may have something to do with that. It’s not a stretch by any means.

While I’m at it, let’s talk about the portal.

The portal was very obviously lost and buried underground, which in itself is very strange? Especially considering it’s in the demon realm, not the human realm. This implies Philip either didn’t return to the human realm, or he did and he returned back to the demon realm, never leaving after that.

How does Belos even know there’s a portal? Gwendolyn mentioned Titan’s blood is a rare substance that acts as a rift between worlds. Belos most likely has that knowledge too, so why did he assume Luz had some other portal. Why did he call it ‘the’ portal? How did he know it was the only one, or even what it was? Gotta admit that’s a little suspicious too. Especially considering the portal was found bye Eda some time during Belos’ reign, there’s no way he could have simply known about it, unless he created it.

And if Belos is connected to the Titan as he says (and we’ve seen through his ‘magic’ and also his green eye colour which I pointed out in a previous analysis) and the Day of Unity is the Titan’s will, a day which intends to unite the human and demon realm, wouldn’t it make sense for the Titan’s voice and prophet to be a human. More specifically the human that designed the portal, that figured out the secret.

But why did Belos need the portal from Luz? Well, we see it’s an incredibly complicated contraption, it’s possible he lacks some of the parts necessary that he had or managed to find when he was Philip.

Who knows, maybe someone hid the portal from him, maybe the Day of Unity was planned to be much earlier.

Also I still think Hunter would be related to him, obviously a descendant. So maybe he uses ‘Uncle’ in an adoptive way without realising they’re actually related, or he believes they are related just more closely than the actually are.

Wow, writing this I was still skeptical of the theory but I may have actually convinced myself of its plausibility. The original post was longer and more detailed but I am too tired to rewrite all that. Feel free to add anything if there’s anything else to add.

#the owl house #toh #the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers #kind of #emperor belos #philip wittebane #toh speculation #the owl house theory #yeah I’m so onboard the Belos = Philip theory train now #got room for one more?

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shroudedhero · 3 years

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Even More Muse Info: Kurai

(A more organized chaos version, with some newly added info and already existing info)

Date Of Birth: February 20th

Current Height (at age 15/16): 5′5″ (Appears shorter due to his tendency to shrink down or slouch)

Class: Usually 1-A, (but I am not against him being in 1-B either, depending on interactions, since sometimes being in the same class can make it easier. Default is usually 1-A though)

Blood Type: A

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Favorite Food: Anything spicy

Food Allergies: None

Picky Eater: Not at all

Orientation: Pansexual

Likes: Dark and small spaces, cats, cute things (especially creepy-cute), self confidence, warmth, blacklights, music, video games, studying, spiders/most insects, cooking/baking, chocolate, strawberry and banana milk

Dislikes: Aggressive yelling, bright lights, one half of his own quirk (the vampiric half), centipedes/millipedes/earwigs (basically long skinny creepy crawly things with too many legs or giant pinchers)

Health: Healthy (despite being so skinny looking)

Preferred Hand: Mostly uses his Right, but actually is ambidextrous.

Combat Style: Stealth/Disorientation/Support/Minor Melee (Quirk is best used with a partner who specializes in melee damage and/or offense/defense, ideally someone who is less affected/limited by darkness, or someone with a manipulation type quirk, however other possibilities probably exist that have not yet been considered. His quirk works best when used for disorientation, stopping fights, and or as a stealth/fear based attack strategy.)

Preferred Clothing Style (Casual Dress): Casual punk-ish (ex: 1, 2, 3, 4), black graphic t-shirts (usually long sleeve), black anything in general

Positive Personality Traits: Patient, friendly, loves positive attention, very supportive of friends, optimistic when it comes to others abilities, loves to share things with others (especially food), helpful (with training, studying, etc, he loves to be of help to his classmates), easy going/go-with-the-flow when relaxed, protective of others, easily flustered/embarrassed, feels things very deeply, adorable af

Negative Personality Traits: Overly fearful and skittish, extremely shy, likes to hide, socially anxious to a fault, half rejects his own abilities (due to fear mostly), lots of self doubt and internalized self hatred, struggles with receiving praise and positivity directed at himself (despite craving it desperately, and despite giving it freely to others), VERY easily flustered/embarrassed (since it’s both positive and negative depending on the situation), constant fear of rejection/failure, highly emotional, (more will likely be added over time)

Mental Illnesses: Anxiety (Severe), Intrusive Thoughts, Probably PTSD, (I’m trying to think of any others but I’m coming up blank, so if you have noticed one he has, please feel free to suggest it to me)

Physical Restrictions: Slightly weak body (physical strength and resistance is not the best), light sensitivity issues (with his eyes)

Weaknesses: Cold temperatures, bright lights (such as a light based quirk or something shone directly in his eyes without some sort of protection from it), strong physical attacks directly on his body

Strong/Neutral Against: Heat, Darkness, Lack Of Sight/Invisibility

Potential Possible Future Personality/Character Changes (At least ones I hope will occur): Increased Self Confidence, Acceptance of all his abilities, less fear of rejection/failure, meaningful connections with others, less fearful, (will add more, this was just a quick list of possibilities I could think of off the top of my head)

Other Note: Despite seeming somewhat different (vaguely mutant/emitter), both halves of his quirk can work very well in tandem with each other, and he can use both at the same time.

Other Quirk Limitations (Blackout): While Kurai can control the shape/area that his quirk affects, because of the limited range, if he uses it to the maximum distance from himself he can extend it to (see in depth quirk info/headcanons), he has to stay directly in the center or constantly change the shape/form as he moves. If it is not at the maximum distance from himself, he can in fact keep it stationary, and move around freely within it, however the furthermost edge of it cannot be farther from him than the max distance at any time.

#headcanons #muse info #It's 2 am so this will indeed probably be added to #This was just quick stuff I wanted to throw out here

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softlyjiminie · 5 years

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ambidextrous | k.n.j

⇢ pairing(s): soulmate!kim Namjoon x reader.

⇢ word count: 2.4K

⇢ genre: fluff, friends to lovers!au, college!au, soulmate!au.

⇢ summary: soulmates were a common thing in this world, yours could hear the thoughts in your head. the only way to know when you’ve met him, is to hear that one keyword.

⇢ warning(s): please read! nothing major, probably swearing.

⇢ author’s note(s): hello babies! long time no see, here’s a little friday fic for you! i’ve had this in my drafts for almost a year so i hope you like it mwah.

Soulmates were a common thing in this world, some liked the idea of having someone that they were destined to be with and some disliked being bound to someone eternally. You didn’t seem to be bothered by it.

You remember when you met your soulmate or rather heard him for the first time. His thoughts growing louder and louder in your head to the point where it caused you to stop playing with the dolls you had out. You had been nine.

You remember screaming and crying to your mother that night, after hearing his sort of inappropriate thoughts and you remember your poor mother having to explain to you from an early age what the birds and the bees were.

It was obvious then that your soulmate was a year or two older than you, you remember being too scared to ask him to cut down on his fun time so writing a letter to recite in your head seemed to work.

‘I-uh... I’m so sorry,’ said his voice after you finished reading, and you blushed at the unfamiliar feeling of a boy’s voice in your head. ‘I’m Namjoon.’

You smiled, finally getting a name. ‘It’s okay, and I’m YN.’

The pair of you became good friends after that, as much as you could without meeting each other in real life. The thing about soulmates was that you’d never know when you’d meet them until they’d said a keyword out loud. It was said that a wave of pure emotion; happiness and love was to crash over you as soon as you head it. You couldn’t wait for the day that you met Namjoon.

He was your best friend, practically; you recalled a time when you were twelve and he’d calmed you down from a panic attack after you’d lost your parents on a family holiday. There was also that time that he stayed up with you until the early hours of the morning; whispering sweet words to you after your ex-boyfriend publicly embarrassed you when you were seventeen.

Namjoon was always there for you; and you for him. There had been many nights when you’d cheered him on at his lowest, Joon was a smart boy and had so much pressure on him. It was easy for him to doubt himself. Though, as intelligent as your future partner may have been; he was also very clumsy and over the years you had spent many a nights scolding him through your mindlink when he’d ended up in A&E.

Sometimes; Namjoon was very analytical. Often sending you into spiels of existential crisis’ with his thoughts. One time, when you were eighteen, you’d spilt coffee all over a customer when Namjoon started thinking about the meaning of life. You had to spend half an hour explaining to your boss what had happened whilst receiving frantic apologies from the supposed love of your life.

So now; aged twenty and at three AM you were lying wide awake as your soulmate rambled on about society and a few other things that you couldn’t quite register. You loved how Joon could always see a deeper meaning in the simplest of things and how he could find beauty in everything, but it was 3 AM for Christ’s sake, and you had a lecture at 9 the same day.

‘Namjoon... you know I love you...’ you started, speaking your thoughts with a tired expression and all his late night ramblings ceased, causing you to smile as you rolled onto your side.

You imagined him smirking on the other side of your mindlink and you wondered what he looked like. ‘Why do I feel like I’m about to be roasted?’

‘Maybe it’s because it’s almost 4 AM and you won’t stop with the philosophical bullshit,’ you teased back, giggling into your pillow. There was a pause before you could hear Namjoon’s melodious chuckle in your head. ‘Your laugh is so pretty.’ you mumbled and he stopped laughing.

The silence caused you to bite your lip as you hugged your pillow to your chest. ‘You’re so pretty.’ he countered, softly.

‘You don’t even know what I look like...’

‘I don’t need to, you have a beautiful personality and I’m in love with you.’

You sighed in content, deciding so utter back a small thank you. You didn’t go back to sleep after that, opting to stay up and not go to your lecture tomorrow. It was just one lecture, you’d be fine. You liked times like this, where you could talk endlessly to your soulmate and it made you almost sad that you weren’t meeting any time soon.

It was five AM when you randomly decided to paint your nails, chatting happily to Namjoon about his plans for the day. You had just finished painting your left hand, the red nail polish contrasting against your beautiful skin tone. Now, you struggled to paint your right hand causing you to pout in frustration.

‘YN, what are you doing?’ Namjoon asked and you almost forgot that you were talking to him. Setting the nail varnish down, you glared at your messily painted nails before blowing on them lightly to dry the colour.

You sighed slightly and leaned back into your plush pillows. ‘I’m tryna paint my nails, the right hand looks so messy, ugh,’ You rolled your eyes when Joon laughed at you. ‘I wish I could paint my nails with both hands, and write too, what’s the word? I wish I was...’

‘Ambidextrous?’ your soulmate finished for you with a smug tone in his voice. ‘If you listened to my philosophical bullshit then maybe you’d know that.’

‘Shut up!’ You grumbled, a coy smile tickling the seams of your lips. You thought about how Namjoon was probably smiling too, a breathless chuckle falling from his lips as sat at a desk or lay on his bed. You sat up, leaning against the headboard of your own bed and listened again for your soulmate’s voice. ‘Say it again for me?’

You asked sweetly, trying to suppress a giggle as Namjoon sighed. There was a slight pause in the conversation from where Namjoon was preparing an accent before he spoke. ‘Ambidextrous...’ he whispered in a low and husky voice before you burst out laughing, feeling the happiest you’d been in a while.

Almost a week later; you found yourself at an all time low. Final exams for the semester had begun to roll in and your college roommate had decided to move in with her partner; leaving you alone to make ends meet. You had acquired the position of barista at the campus cafe due to your short employment in the coffee shop back home. To top it off, you hadn’t heard from your soulmate since that night, leaving you alone with no one to talk or vent to.

Instead you spent most of your days studying behind the counter whilst one of your coworkers took orders. A ticket came in for a tall vanilla latte and peach iced tea and you quickly set to work mixing the syrups and bases. A frown twisted on your lips as you made the drinks, your mind drifting to Namjoon, he had told you that his favourite drink was the Vanilla latte, and it only made you that slightest bit sadder.

Once the drinks were made, you set them on the counter and let your coworker call out the orders, sitting back down, you begun to stare blankly at the study notes you held so tightly...your thoughts now suddenly caught up on Namjoon. That’s when you heard it. A deep, smooth and luscious voice chatting away as they came to collect their drinks; you sat up, easing your hearing into the conversation as their voice sounded vaguely familiar.

“I’m telling you, Jimin , she’s perfect for me... I can’t get her out of my head.” the original voice gushed, causing you to perk up ever so slightly.

His friend sighed, seemingly unamused. “That’s kinda how soulmates work hyung...”

“You know what I mean.” the deeper voice snapped back and the conversation drew to a close as the pair presumably went to find a table. You sunk back into your seat, notebook outstretched on your lap as you tried to focus back on studying. ‘Must be nice’ you sighed to yourself, a little part of you hoping that Namjoon would hear. You were met with silence.

“YN!” you jumped at the sudden shout of your name, dropping your work to the sticky floor behind the counter and you internally groaned as you pulled it up from the floor and offered a sheepish smile to the team manager for today’s shift. “What are you doing?”

Studying. What does it look like? “Nothing,” you beamed, whipping down your apron. Your manager eyed you suspiciously, before shoving a tray of drinks in your hand.

“Table five. The jocks. Now.” She grunted. Bitch.

The table was just as rowdy as expected, with the University’s prized football squad getting their daily caffeine fix before practice. You’d served them quite a few times before, having become their favourite waitress on a Sunday morning, you weren’t sure if it was because the youngest, Jeongguk from your psychology class, had a crush on you or if it was because the boys genuinely liked you. Either way, you got good tips.

“Morning boys, big game coming up?” You chirped, setting out the iced coffees and frappes in front of each designated boy. They all barked out a sweet or cocky reply as you worked.

An orange haired boy grinned up at you. “Why of course Miss YN, have you noticed that I’ve been working out extra hard? I wanna impress you during our match on Friday.”

“Hyung, She has a soulmate!”

“So what? A man can flirt can’t he?”

You chuckled at their antics and rolled your eyes, sliding over the boy’s drink with a mischievous look. What? It was fun to play along. “Ever the charmer, aren’t you Hoseok? Too bad I’m not interested.”

The jocks let out a series of ‘ooo’s as you sashayed away from the table, mentioning how you’d be right back with their breakfasts. You trailed back to the kitchen, grabbing their orders of piping hot hash browns and full English breakfasts before walking through the cafe to reach the boys again. You couldn’t help but zone into the conversations of surrounding customers, one in particular catching your attention.

“You type really fucking slowly with your left hand hyung-” the voice from earlier, Jimin, commented with a slurp of his drink. You heard his friend audibly sigh with annoyance as you walked by and couldn’t help but to smile to yourself. “It’s stressing me out man.”

“Well I’m sorry Jimin, not all of us can be fucking ambidextrous!”

You froze. The small hairs on your skin rising high as a wave of goosebumps crashed over you. The tray in your hands clattered to the floor, as heads whipped in your direction but their judging gazes didn’t matter to you. Nothing mattered. Nothing except him. A sweet taste melted on your tongue and all you could smell was him; pine cones and Earth, candle wax and old paper books. It was all him. All Namjoon.

Slowly, you turned around, arms shaking and body trembling. A boy around a head or so taller than you, stood across from you in the aisle of the cafe, blonde hair parted and swept over his forehead. His skin was a delicious tone that screamed warmth and kisses under the sun and you felt an innate desire to run your finger tips over its supple plains. His eyes were like molten pools of chocolate, his lips so plump and kissable. He was Namjoon, he was your soulmate.

You felt your heart rate increase as the pair of you cautiously approached one another, being mindful to step over shard of broken ceramic plates and pools of baked beans. You met each other halfway, with hesitant smiles and flushed cheeks but Namjoon was the first to break the ice. “Y-YN?” He stammered out, his eyes searching your face and drinking in your features like it was his last meal. You nodded shyly, eyes bulging when the taller boy pulled you into his chest, his arms encasing you. You felt warm and safe and at home. “Wow...I-...I can’t believe you’re really...y-you!”

He pulled away, and you grinned up at him. “Hi,”

“Hi,” he smiled back, still holding you in his arms. “I can’t believe I’m actually holding you, and that we’re in the same university? How have we never met before? How is this even possible? I’m just so-“

You rolled your eyes at him playfully, pressing a finger to his lips to silence his ramblings. “Are we starting with that philosophical bullshit again, Joonie?” You whispered, savouring the sound of his low chuckle that bounced around in his chest.

“Yes, we’re soulmates now. You’re stuck with me,” came his quick-fired response, his hand coming up to encase your own. “And now, I finally have you.”

Never in your life had you felt so much love and it was all for you. The way Namjoon had glanced down at you in that second had filled you with so much happiness, before he was just a voice in your head and now he was a physical form to hold you and care for you. He was yours. “You’ll always have me...” Trailing your finger tips across his broad shoulders, you let them trail up to he hairs on the nape of his neck as the blonde leaned in, his plump lips gently brushing your own before he kissed you, softly, his hands curling around your waist to draw you closer. “Namjoon... I-I, I love you,”

And he smiled, kissing you again, right there in the cafe in the middle of your Sunday morning shift. With your boss and the jocks and all the other students watching, but it felt like you were the only two people in the world.

“Wait.wait, wait...what the fuck?” Jimin called out from the table, an incredulous look plastered on his face, his brows furrowed. The pink haired male looked around, just as confused as his fellow peers, before making eye contact with Namjoon. “Please don’t tell me you just met your soulmate by saying ambidextrous-”

You smiled, still in Namjoon’s arms, who only offered his friend a sheepish grin, sending Jimin into a series of eye rolls and complaints of disbelief. Never him mind though, at least you had your soulmate now.

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alongingwithin · 4 years

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* ANSWER TWENTY - ONE QUESTIONS ! tag twenty - one people you’d like to know better. some questions may be ‘ ??? ‘ instead of answered. 01. NICKNAME : Evie. 02. REAL NAME : Nah, not here. 03. ZODIAC : Sagittarius. 04. HEIGHT : 5'7" 05. WHAT TIME IS IT ? : 12:33pm. 06. FAVOURITE MUSICIANS / GROUPS : Ugh too many to count. Rammstein. Depeche Mode. Massive Attack. Madonna. Sia. Adele. AC/DC. Jamiroquai. Amy Winehouse. Lady Gaga. Muse. Biffy Clyro. Good ole Britney. Aerosmith. Florence and the machine. Marteria. Paolo Nutini. Sam Smith. CCR. Classical artists like Haendel, Schubert and Tchaikovsky. 07. FAVOURITE SPORTS TEAM : None. 08. OTHER BLOGS : A bunch. 09. DO I GET ASKS ? : Sometimes and I LOVE. 10. HOW MANY BLOGS DO I FOLLOW ? : This blog recently underwent a huge spring cleaning so not a whole lot anymore. Feels right though. 11. ANY TUMBLR CRUSHES : Hmmm I don´t get what´s that supposed to be? I do love many people I write with and have grown close to OOC and admire many more that I´m not writing with (yet), if that’s what you mean. 12. LUCKY NUMBER : 13, 23. 13. WHAT AM I WEARING RIGHT NOW : Black yoga pants, a soft pink hoodie, fuzzy socks, my glasses. Comfy home attire. 14. DREAM VACATION : One day I want to visit the ancient culture sites across all South America like Tikal, Chichen Itza and Machu Picchu. 15. DREAM CAR : None. As long as it has four wheels and drives, it´s a good car. 16. FAVOURITE FOOD : A tie between Thali and Pizza. 17. DRINK OF CHOICE : Coffee and water. 18. LANGUAGES : English and German. I can manage a few scraps Russian and can hold a verrry basic convo in Italian. I also learned Latin for four years. 19. INSTRUMENTS : When I was a kid, I learned to play the flute and xylophone and used to plunk my keyboard for funsies. That´s it. 20. CELEBRITY CRUSHES : *vague hand gesture* 21. RANDOM FACTS : I ran a marathon once. I´m ambidextrous. I´m afraid of heights. TAGGED BY: the amazing @whosxafraid @untamedgoodoleboys and @warwearysoldier TAGGING: @southerncomfortoutlaw @ericbrandonrp @lcdgerbled @captmrca @hederatus @seesgood @prcsopa and YOU!!!

#Singer in a smoky room [ ooc. ]

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cassiopeiassky · 6 years

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I Don’t Want the World to See Me (Cause I Don’t Think that They’d Understand) #14

Hi! So...this is a little thing I like to call Bucky’s Revenge.

This is a companion piece for When Everything’s Made to be Broken (I Just Want You to Know Who I Am) from Bucky’s POV - if you haven’t yet read WEMtbB, this won’t make much sense.

#14 takes place between parts 47 & 48

***If this is your first time reading through, and you HAVEN’T yet read through part 45 of WEMtbB, this will contain major spoilers***

Word count: 4937 (someone save me from myself, this was supposed to be a series of drabbles)

Warnings:

THIS ENTIRE PART IS VIOLENT, FROM BEGINNING TO END. I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO TAG THIS FOR POTENTIAL TRIGGERS - THE LIST WOULD BE ALMOST AS LONG AS THE CHAPTER. THIS IS BUCKY’S REVENGE. THIS IS ALMOST 5K WORDS OF BLOOD, GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND GRAPHIC DEATH. IF THIS BOTHERS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ!!! THIS PART DOES NOT NEED TO BE READ IN ORDER TO UNDERSTAND THE STORY, IT IS MERELY HERE FOR THOSE THAT WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED.

Bucky stands in the middle of the blood-soaked forest, surveying the damage. He should probably feel horror at the brutality, but he feels nothing but satisfaction. These fuckers had it coming.

Anatoliy and Grigory are not among the dead.

Yet.

When Yakov’s men had come through the trees, Anatoliy and Grigory turned and ran. And since some of Yakov’s men are sharpshooters, they deliberately used their skills not to kill, but to herd Anatoliy and Grigory away from their cars. They’ll have to make the journey back on foot.

Fucking cowards. They aren’t so brave when they don’t hold the key to Bucky’s heart.

“They are probably going back to home to regroup.” Yakov walks up to him, nodding in the direction of the manor.

“Yep.” Bucky makes quick work of cleaning his knives on one of the coats of the fallen Hounds before returning them to their sheathes.

“We can take their vehicles back to their manor.”

Bucky turns to Yakov with clear eyes. “Go ahead, take Stark and Barton and get a head start. Just leave Nicolai for me. I have some hunting to do.”

Yakov’s grin is grim. “Save your strength and ride with us. They have nowhere else to go, they will come eventually.”

Bucky shakes his head. “No. I want them to know fear. I want them to know that death is following them. After what they put her through…” He exhales as he glances at the other man, “and what they put you, Mikhail, and Izolda through, they don’t deserve anything less.”

Yakov is clearly not about to argue – he knows firsthand the evil these men are capable of. “Okay. Keep in touch with us, let us know if you need anything.”

Bucky nods sharply as he walks to his fallen motorcycle and briefly inspects the snow tires for damage before pulling it upright. “Steve, how is she doing?”

The reply through his earpiece is immediate. “She’s hanging in there, Buck. They’re still working on her.”

“Let me know if anything changes.” He straddles the motorcycle, rubs his tired eyes, and starts it up.

She’ll be okay. She has to be okay.

* * *

Bucky grew up in Brooklyn, not the countryside, so the traditional idea of hunting isn’t something he’d grown up with. He’d learned a lot with the Commandos, though. The snow helps, too, especially since neither Anatoliy nor Grigory are making any sort of attempt to hide their tracks.

It takes Bucky less than five minutes to find their footprints and catch up with them, and they’re still miles away from their home. Although part of him is dying to get back to his girl, to hold her and whisper to her that no one will ever hurt her again, he needs to eliminate the threat first. There’s also a part of him that he hadn’t known existed until these past few weeks – this part screams for vengeance.

Bucky had never taken pleasure in killing before, not during the war and certainly not during his tortured and brainwashed imprisonment as the Fist of HYDRA, but now? He’s bloodthirsty. Vengeful. Completely, utterly enraged. Craving violence like a thirsty man in the desert craves water.

He’s the Soldier.

It scares him, just a little, to think that after all the lives he’s taken, after all the guilt he’s carried for so long and for which he’s tried to atone, that he’s now willfully and almost gleefully become the cruel, murderous monster that so many had assumed him to be. But then he remembers her naked fear, her bruises, her empty eyes and broken spirit when they killed Mikhail, her terrified and tortured screams the night they served her the fake head as they laughed.

He remembers the things they made him do to her, how they made him beat her and render her unconscious. How he had to pretend that he didn’t care, that didn’t love her, that he didn’t even know her as they continually threatened her with physical and sexual assault. As they threatened to use their Soldat for such assaults.

As sick as he knows it is, Bucky’s going to enjoy this.

He knows they know he’s there. He follows at a distance for one mile. Two. Lets them run through the snow, imagining the things he’ll do to them, how he’ll kill them.

There’s something he needs to do first. “Steve?”

He patiently waits for a response in his earpiece until Wilson’s voice comes across. “She’s good, man, she’s stable and we got her patched up and she’s out now. She should be good to go until we get her back stateside. Galina is one hell of a nurse.”

Complete, absolute relief flows through him – Bucky has to swallow hard against the lump that’s suddenly in his throat. “Alright. If I’m not back by the time she wakes up, tell her I love her and that I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Will do. You’re off to do what I think you’re gonna do, right?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Give ‘em hell.”

“That’s the plan. And Sam? Thank you.” Bucky doesn’t wait for the response before shutting off his comms – she’s safe, she’s stable, and she’s got the people Bucky trusts most watching over her.

Now he can do his job.

Bucky speeds up the motorcycle as he unholsters a gun. They try to run faster, they even try to split up, but it makes no difference to the Soldier.

He will get what he came for.

He lets them run until Grigory finally turns around to take a shot. Without missing a beat Bucky fires two rounds, shooting out both of Grigory’s knees. The bastard isn’t going anywhere anytime soon, so Bucky swerves and goes to find Anatoliy.

It doesn’t take long.

Anatoliy had the sense to try to hide, but not the sense to make any attempt to hide his footprints in the snow.

The Soldier is well aware of how fear makes people stupid, and he’s no stranger to using it to his advantage.

He stops the motorcycle, kicking down the kickstand before leisurely swinging his leg over the seat, whistling as he does so. Bucky is vaguely aware that it’s an old Russian tune, one of the many that his former handlers would hum to themselves as they tortured him. As they strapped him to their goddamn chair.

Bucky smirks as he unsheathes a knife with frosty metal fingers. The plates of his arm begin to shift.

In his peripheral vision, he can see Anatoliy slowly emerge from behind the tree stump he’d been using for cover. The other man’s gun begins to rise, but before Anatoliy can pull the trigger Bucky pivots and throws his knife.

“Somebody forgot I’m ambidextrous.” The taunt comes out in a grotesque sing-song voice, and Bucky can’t help but wonder if Anatoliy has already forgotten the knife fight they’d made him do on his first night in their manor. “You should have killed me when you had the chance, Anatoliy, but it seems that you keep making the same mistake of underestimating me and overestimating yourself.”

He’s pretty sure Anatoliy didn’t hear him – after all, he just lost his hand at the wrist to Bucky’s knife. As Anatoliy stares in shock at the bleeding stump, Bucky walks casually by to retrieve his knife, kicking away the gun and stepping over the dismembered hand as he pulls the bloody blade from the tree it’s embedded in.

“Or maybe it’s just that you thought you would always hold power over me by holding the woman I love hostage.” Bucky lets loose a humorless chuckle as he shakes his head. “You were right when you assumed I wouldn’t hurt you as long as you held her.” He turns, putting frigid grey eyes on his prey as he circles around to face Anatoliy. “But we got her out, didn’t we.” The tiniest movement catches his eye, and Bucky whips his booted foot up into Anatoliy’s hip. As the other man falls, screaming in agony, Bucky gracefully goes to one knee and takes the gun that sits in the holster at Anatoliy’s waist, just above his now shattered hip.

He’d almost forgotten how easily normal men crumble beneath his attacks.

“I’d suggest you not go for any more weapons. Not that it’ll make a difference in the long run.” He shrugs before returning to the motorcycle to dig through the compartment at the back. Finding what he wants, he saunters back to Anatoliy.

Pathetic. The man that was formally so bold, so fucking casually cruel, whimpers on the ground. “I told you, Anatoliy. Taking her would be your biggest mistake.”

Wide green eyes stare at him in horror as he roughly grabs Anatoliy’s arm. For the second time tonight he makes a tourniquet, only this time he’s not careful. There’s no gentleness or love in his actions as he swiftly stops the bleeding with a plastic zip tie. It’s pulled so tight that it’s already cutting into what’s left of Anatoliy’s wrist, but those are just surface cuts.

“You don’t get to die yet.”

“What are you going to do?” Ah, the coward finally speaks.

Bucky feels his face twist into a harsh smile, but he doesn’t answer. He simply walks around and releases a violent blow to the back of Anatoliy’s skull, knocking him unconscious. He doesn’t give a single shit about Anatoliy’s welfare or comfort, so he leaves him there to go back to Grigory.

He finds Grigory less than 20 feet from where he left him. Not surprising considering it’s pretty hard to get anywhere with both knees blown out.

Grigory fires his gun, but Bucky stops the bullets with his metal arm as he continues to approach the increasingly desperate man. Desperate enough to empty his entire clip of bullets. Stupid, too. A swift kick to the left side of his face is enough to disarm him, not that it’s even necessary, and the Soldier reaches down to savagely take Grigory by the throat. Slowly, so slowly, he lifts the man from the ground, relishing in the useless way Grigory’s fingers claw at the unforgiving metal. Terror-filled mismatched eyes stare into his own, but he feels no mercy.

Not for these men. Not after what they did.

They really shouldn’t have messed with his girl.

Bucky looks around with an analytic eye, weighing his options. Finding a tree with a sharp, broken branch nearly six feet off the ground, he makes his decision.

Grigory fights, of course, but it takes little effort on Bucky’s part to drag the other man by the throat to the tree. Grigory’s gaze had followed Bucky’s, and he knows, he knows what’s about to happen and there’s not a goddamn thing he can do about it.

With brutal efficiency Bucky closes the distance to the tree, lifts Grigory off the ground, and with a single, violent thrust of his metal arm pins the man to the tree by impaling him through the right shoulder. Sharp pieces of the broken branch show through the front of Grigory’s jacket – it’s painful, but not enough to kill. Not yet, anyway. Bucky was careful to avoid the heart, spine, and lungs.

The Soldier takes a step back to watch as Grigory struggles, kicking his feet as they hang a few inches off the ground. Grigory says nothing, and his pale eye is swollen shut from the earlier kick although his dark eye is wide open. Of course, it’s impossible to speak since Bucky crushed his voice box. All Grigory can do is wait.

Wait for the inevitable.

“You threatened to rape her.” The Soldier cocks his head to the side. “Repeatedly.”

Bucky pulls a knife from the sheath at his thigh.

“You entered the room she was in and tried to follow through with your threats.” He takes a step closer. “If I hadn’t come in when I did, you would have.”

Grigory can do nothing but stare back in terror.

“She was innocent. She’d done nothing wrong.” He allows himself a moment to think of her – of how she’d loved him without reserve, her gentle fingers as she’d sing his lullaby, her fierce way of accepting and caring for those around her whether or not they’d earned it. She was innocent. And this man touched her. Hurt her. The rage boils until it hits the breaking point. “YOU TRIED TO RAPE THE WOMAN I LOVE!” The Soldier’s scream echoes through the otherwise silent woods as he pulls his arm back before swinging it forward, burying the six-and-a-half-inch serrated blade into the soft flesh of Grigory’s crotch.

Bucky leaves it there, leaves Grigory pinned to a tree like a bug to a board. Just like the fucking insect he is.

He estimates that it could take up to three hours for Grigory to die, but die he will. There’s no point in sticking around. No one could save him, even if there was someone willing to try.

It’s time to collect Anatoliy and head to the manor.

* * *

It’s an absolute bloodbath at the Krakkens’ manor. Bodies are scattered in the snow – Yakov and his men, Stark, and Barton have been thorough and concise. They’re not done yet - the sounds of fighting echo over the snow as Bucky dismounts the motorcycle. It doesn’t come as a surprise, considering how many men the Krakkens’ had at their disposal.

“Well,” Bucky mutters as he begins untying a barely conscious Anatoliy from the back of the motorcycle, “I suppose it’s time to haul your crusty ass inside.”

There’s no point in being gentle – Anatoliy doesn’t deserve it anyway – so Bucky simply hauls him by the collar of his jacket and drags him inside. Three Hounds rush him the moment he’s through the door, but Bucky unceremoniously drops Anatoliy like the sack of shit he is and makes quick work of the attackers; disarming the first and taking his knife before crushing his windpipe, slitting the second’s throat, and putting the blade of the knife through the eye socket of the third.

The Soldier surveys what he sees. His teammates and Yakov’s men are drastically outnumbered, but still the Hounds are losing ground. Numbers don’t always mean much when the opponents have conviction, Hawkeye, and Iron Man.

And now the Winter Soldier.

Bucky finds a closet and throws Anatoliy inside before breaking the doorknob. This fucker isn’t going anywhere.

A second knife finds its way from an enemy’s hand and into Bucky’s, and he jumps in.

There’s no concept of time or number of people that have fallen to his hands as he fights, he just fights. Maims. Kills. Blood sprays, the floors get slippery with entrails. The air is thick with the smell of blood and sweat, as well as with the cries of grown men realizing the gravity of their sins much too late.

No one needs to be spared, so he doesn’t need to discriminate. The only person that had shown her any kindness was already killed at the hand of these monsters.

Just like that, it’s over.

But it’s not.

“Well that was…messy.” Stark is suddenly beside him. “But efficient.”

Bucky scans the area – No sign of Nicolai.

Yakov strides over, blood dripping from a gash just above his ear. “We’ve secured all areas except the dining hall. The coward has locked himself in there with his favorite Hounds.”

Bucky shakes his head. “He’s not hiding. He’s waiting for me. Do you have a number of how many are in there with him?”

Yakov shrugs. “Fifteen, maybe twenty. Nothing you cannot handle.”

Bucky nods. “Thank you. Anatoliy’s in the closet.” He tilts his head in the direction of the door. “He’s all yours – do what you want with him.”

The grin that spreads across Yakov’s face would send chills up anyone’s spine. “I will make Izolda and Mikhail proud.”

Bucky watches Yakov walk to where Anatoliy is hidden. He can’t muster one ounce of pity for the man who will undoubtably be tortured for the foreseeable future; Yakov isn’t going to let him die easily, not after what the man did to his fiancée.

“Ready to finish this?” Barton’s voice breaks into Bucky’s thoughts.

Bucky doesn’t answer, he merely begins taking the stairs leading up to the dining hall two at a time.

He knows without looking that Stark and Barton are flanking him, and that some of Yakov’s men are following; they’re more than ready to rid their town of the disease that’s been steadily eating away at their families’ well-being and livelihoods.

The double doors to the dining hall are closed and locked as if that will stop the coming vengeance.

“Alright, well I’m sure this would be fun but I gotta go mess with their tech – you’re not gonna let me get a hit in with Bullwinkle anyway, and you already took Rocky out. So…” Stark shrugs. “You guys have this covered. But before I go, allow me.” He steps up and does away with the lock with a single, well aimed blast.

Bucky marches forward, kicking the door open and striding through. The waiting Hounds attack, but the Soldier has already tasted blood. As vicious as they are, these men cannot stop him. No one can.

He does what he needs to do to get through them and no more – they are not his purpose here, so he will leave them for his team.

“You. Get up.” Bucky’s growl practically rumbles throughout the room – a thunderous warning of the approaching storm, made more ominous by his purposeful stride.

Nicolai looks up from his customary seat at the table. He’s polishing his shashka and by all appearances is completely unbothered. “You do not order me around.”

“I can kill you where you sit, doesn’t make a difference to me.”

Nicolai sighs heavily as he stands, as if he is more annoyed than anything. “You are not going to kill me, Soldat. You will try, and you will fail. And I will not kill you, because you are going to suffer for what you have done. I will hunt down milaya moya and I will make good on every single promise I made, and when I am through with her you will watch her die a slow, agonizing death. And then I will rebuild my empire from nothing – I built this from nothing, I can do it again.”

Out of nowhere, thirty or so more Hounds pour into the room through the windows and an entrance that was hidden behind a bookshelf. Bucky stands a little taller – these are Nicolai’s best fighters. Bucky had been so pissed earlier that he hadn’t noticed that none of them were among the dead.

The Soldier analyzes the information and puts the pieces together. It didn’t bother Nicolai at all that he’d sacrificed the lives of all his other men – they were there to serve as a distraction and tire everyone out. These men are the best fighters, and they’re fresh and well rested.

Nicolai doesn’t even care that his brother is dead; he’d sent Anatoliy out to collect his Soldat but kept his best men here, most likely assuming they would all die in the attempt and that Bucky would return to the manor. They figured they would secure their Asset and go back to search for her later. Bucky quickly surveys the room – his team was massively outnumbered before, but they were fresh and fighting on the strength of their convictions. Exhaustion is starting to show on the faces of Yakov’s men, and as they count the number of Hounds their eyes grow desperate. Worried. Even Barton clenches his jaw.

It doesn’t shake Bucky’s resolve – he doesn’t plan to lose. If he kills Nicolai, this is all over; the Hounds are excellent fighters but they are ultimately minions, not masterminds. They won’t be a threat without their master.

“You’ll be too dead to rebuild anything, Nicolai.”

“Oh,” he begins as he starts swinging his shashka in an elegant figure eight pattern, “I do not think so.”

The Soldier studies his movements for a moment – the shashka is a brutal but graceful weapon. The motions look showy but are meant to confuse and mesmerize the opponent; a simple twist of the wrist can change the blade’s trajectory into a fatal blow. It is clear from Nicolai’s even, graceful movements that he’s a master at his craft.

So is the Soldier.

Bucky reaches behind and unsheathes both knives from his back.

Nicolai stops his motions to laugh. “You really mean to fight me with a couple of little knives?”

There’s no response from Bucky as he flips the knife in his left hand to take a reverse grip. These knives don’t have crossguards so they aren’t exactly ideal in this situation, but four-inch blades are just as deadly as a shashka in his hands.

A grotesque laugh comes from Nicolai as he resumes swinging his shashka. Nicolai comes from a family of formidable warriors – he won’t be easy to defeat.

But Bucky’s skills were forged in the frozen tears of Lake Cocytus, deep within the ninth level of hell.

The Soldier waits patiently; he’s not going to make the first move. He watches Nicolai as he listens to the sounds of fighting from the other men – it’s impossible to tell what’s going on without turning around, so he’s just going to have to block out the noise for now.

Without warning, Nicolai lunges forward. His blade cuts up at an angle, but Bucky merely leans back to avoid the blade before quickly ducking down and into Nicolai’s guard, slashing his left knife across Nicolai’s abdomen.

First blood.

Nicolai might be surprised, but he hides it well as he launches another attack and then another, seemingly tireless in his efforts. Bucky parries the blows with his own, slicing in with his own attacks but Nicolai manages to avoid them.

Their battle continues, each comfortable with his skillset and confident of the outcome. Sparks fly when blade meets blade and the vibrations of the impacts would be enough to cause less proficient fighters to drop their weapons.

Nicolai watches for Bucky to make a mistake as he relentlessly swings his shashka, but the Soldier is too thoroughly trained. Nicolai is too, but he doesn’t have the benefit of a supersoldier’s endurance. In a particularly brutal move, Nicolai swings the shashka down, twists, and then thrusts back up again. Bucky blocks the upswing, and there’s a loud metallic clang as the sword collides with his metal arm. Using his right hand, he quickly jabs the knife up and stabs into Nicolai’s left shoulder. Nicolai jumps back, furious. Bucky doesn’t miss that he’s panting with the exertion. He’s had his fun. It’s time to end this.

The Soldier smirks.

This time, it’s Bucky that mounts attack after attack. He almost effortlessly breaches Nicolai’s guard again and again, slicing, slashing, stabbing. Nicolai lifts his shaskha, intending to bring it down upon Bucky’s head, but the Soldier drops his knife and it instead meets the palm of his metal hand. Nearly invincible silver fingers close around the blade, and with a grunt he rips the shashka out of Nicolai’s grip.

Tossing the shashka lightly and catching it neatly by the grip, he cuts once, twice.

Two arms fall to the ground with wet, sickening plops.

Before Nicolai can so much as blink, Bucky swings his right fist, still holding the knife, into Nicolai’s temple.

For a long moment after his unconscious body hits the floor, it’s as if someone sucked the air out of the room; it’s eerily quiet until someone - most likely one of Yakov’s men - screeches a battle cry.

It’s over in a matter of minutes – Bucky and his team fight with renewed vigor and viciousness and relentlessly cut the remaining Hounds down one by one. There’s no need for mercy. They watch as Bucky disembowels the last man before turning and stalking back toward Nicolai.

Nicolai has regained consciousness and tries to sit – he really should have stayed down. The Soldier doesn’t slow his stride as he grabs Nicolai by the hair, drags him over to the table, and forces him to sit in the chair they always reserved for her.

The same spot where they had continually subjected her to their favorite kinds of torture. The chair she was sitting in when Nicolai threatened her, when Anatoliy touched her.

Where she sat as they laughed at her every flinch and cheered at her reaction to being served a severed head.

Nicolai opens his mouth to speak, but before any sound can come out his jaw is broken by a sharp punch to his face.

Wide, hate-filled green eyes stare at Bucky. “I told you not to do this. I told you that using her to get to me would be your biggest mistake. I told you.” He roughly pries open Nicolai’s jaw. “I also told you not to call her milaya moya, didn’t I?” Bucky doesn’t bother waiting for the answer that will never come, he just calmly proceeds to cut out Nicolai’s tongue and throws it into the fireplace.

“You hurt her. Made me hurt her,” the Soldier whispers, unmindful of the pathetic, gurgling whimpers coming from Nicolai. “You took her from her children. You took her away from me. She’s my everything – she’s my world. She’s my fucking heart. You took my heart away from me, you bastard.”

A cold smile crosses Bucky’s face as his left hand comes up to rest against Nicolai’s chest; he can feel the man’s heart weakly hammering out a fearful beat as Nicolai shakes his head in either a plea or denial. Bucky doesn’t really care which; it doesn’t matter. They wanted the Winter Soldier. They got him.

“So I’m gonna take yours.”

Metal fingers push slowly and deliberately through skin, muscle, and bone. Nicolai’s desperate screams echo throughout the dining hall, just like hers did. Naked fear shows on his face, just like it did on hers. Tears of pain run down his cheeks, just like they did hers.

The Soldier’s searching fingers reach the heart and he screams his rage as he squeezes, twists, and pulls.

Bucky carelessly tosses the mangled organ into the fireplace alongside the tongue as he stares down at the slain monster, watching as it slowly slides to the left before falling off the chair to the floor.

The hall is completely silent with the exception of Bucky’s heavy breathing, and it stays that way until footsteps start making their way to him.

“Well, that was certainly something.” Stark stands next to Bucky as he surveys the damage before raising his hand to shoot a small blast into the fireplace. “I, uh, I’ll be leaving that part out when I give Capsicle the rundown of what happened.”

Bucky doesn’t say anything. He just stares into the fire now burning brightly in the fireplace.

“Hey, so I found Dr. McCreepy. I don’t know if you had any plans for him, but I kinda did a thing.”

Bucky exhales a shaky breath before replying, “Yeah? What’s that?” His voice is surprisingly even.

“He was hiding in his lab like the ugly little troll he is. So I kinda sorta accidentally strapped him to a table and forced him to take some of his poison.” Stark turns to Bucky before putting a hand on his shoulder. “They’re never gonna hurt our girl, or anyone else, ever again.”

Bucky nods as he swallows hard. He’s a little scared at how easy that was to do, at how he took pleasure in taking lives tonight.

He still isn’t sorry.

He’d figured out early on during this ordeal that protecting her brings out the worst in him, and just like when he realized that, he’s still okay with it as long as it brings her home safely.

Whatever it takes…

“She’s waiting for you, Barnes,” Barton murmurs gently, having approached on silent feet. “Let’s go.”

Bucky nods weakly and walks out of the hall and out of the manor without a backwards glance. As he steps into the frigid Siberian night, the release of the pressure from the past few weeks hits him hard. He barely makes it to the bushes next to the walkway before he vomits, and he has to kneel and brace his metal hand in the snow to support himself as he heaves and purges the horror and fear that have been his constant companions.

It’s just as well – the snow helps remove most of Nicolai’s blood.

No one judges him, no one makes any quips or jokes. There’s a warm hand on his shoulder – Yakov’s – offering silent support as he gathers himself.

“Thank you,” Yakov murmurs, “for bringing justice to our town. I know that what they did cost you greatly.”

Bucky can’t bring himself to reply as he stands, turning to see Yakov’s men watching him with nothing but respect in their eyes. A chorus of ‘thank yous’ and respectful nods come from the men as they depart; despite the sober air, there are several smiles.

“That’s our ride,” Barton nods to what looks to be an armored pickup truck. “Here,” Bucky looks over to see Barton offering him a piece of gum, “it’ll help rinse out your mouth.”

“Thanks,” Bucky mumbles, taking it gratefully. He climbs in to the passenger side of the truck, Stark hops in the back with his legs dangling over the tailgate, and Clint gets behind the wheel.

“Let’s get you back to your girl.”

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Alright, it took a day (albeit I haven't really had much of a chance to work on it), but it's finally done. Here's my responses to the 102 questions^^. I probably put too much personal info on this site lol.

I’m doing this on my laptop because of how long it is, but answers are under the cut. Hope you enjoy random tidbits about me!

--Zero (the [other] Ravenclaw)

1. What is their full name?

While I usually use and prefer Zero Ace as an online name, my irl name is Solomon.

2. Zodiac sign

Pisces

3. In detail describe how they look

I'm 5'10" with a build like Shaggy Rodgers. I'm about,,,, less than 120lbs (that's a guess really, it's probably way less or slightly more.). You ever see a cloud? Yeah, imagine one as black wavy/curly hair with red tips (natural, not dyed) that goes to about the bottom of my neck. Brown eyes, half philipino (no, I don't know any of the language), decent moustache, and I've been told by various people that they thought I was a stoner when they first met me.

4. How old are they?

I am 16

5. What clothes to they like to wear?

I don't really have any kind of set style either. I usually just go with whatever's comfy for me.

6. What’s their favorite piece of clothing?

I've got this really soft brown fake leather jacket that my dad got me about two or three years ago that I used to wear consistently, but I'm not sure if I have a 'favorite'.

7. Any piercings?

Nope

8. Do they have any other jewelry they wear?

I wear a Timex Ironman analogue watch that I got at Walmart a few years ago ('twas on sale) and a ring with a part that spins in the middle that I bought in like sixth grade at the Newseum in DC.

9. Any tattoos?

Nah

10. How old are they?

See above

11. What do they smell like?

Idk, disappointment probably

12. What are their four trinkets?

(I'm gonna do stuff on my school backpack for this one) -- I've got a Ministry of Magic keychain, a Pokeball keychain, a Spiderman keychain, and a Ravenclaw house emblem pin.

13. GOVERNMENT MANDATED FERSONA

Roomba with a knife taped to it

14. What kind of magic are they good at?

Accidental Procrastination, aka Time Travel

15. What kind of magic are they bad at?

Luck

16. Of the four, six or seven magical elements which are they most connected to? Four: fire,air water earth. six: fire,air,water, wood,earth, metal. Seven:fire, air, water, wood, earth, metal, aither.

Not sure if this is asking about choosing a single element or a group, so I'm gonna go with water.

17. What does their gateway look like prior to their memory loss? What does it look like afterwards?

(I'm not sure what this is asking)

18. Do they have a familiar? If they do. What type of animal is it? What is it’s name? Is it still around after they lost their memory?

I have an old yellow cat named Iris and he's pretty cool. We share birthdays and he's one year older than me.

19. Have they ever cursed someone?

I have tried and I will continue to try.

20. How do they handle those headaches/migraines?

I sometimes put headphones in and listen to ambience after taking some medicine, but on some of my bad days I just wait for them to pass, even when it takes a few hours.

21. What tarot card do they connect the most with?

I'm gonna be honest: I know next to nothing about tarot cards.

22. Where were they born?

Tennessee

23. What is their favorite color?

Like a light blue or teal. Specifically though? #41A9B8

24. What is their least favorite color?

This is a tough one. I'm gonna go with like a rusty brown

25. Are they right handed, left handed or ambidextrous?

Right handed

26. What were they like as a child?

This would take a while, but I was a little shit, imo. (Also, kinda hard for me to remember specifically rn)

27. What were their parents like?

My dad's okay, he's not the best but he's doing great. My mom? Well, let's just say my opinion of her has always been pretty decent of her up until around when 2018 started.

28. Do they have any siblings? If the answer is yes how many?

Yes, I have three half brothers, two on my mom's side (who I wish would die) and one on my dad's side.

29. Do they have any other relatives they are close with?

I've got a lot of aunts (dad's side) that I consider myself close with, along with a few cousins. There's also my Grandma and Grandpa (dad's side) that I love a lot. I also have a nephew who's about I wanna say 5 or 6 years old who's a blast to hang out with.

30. What are they afraid of?

Spiders kinda scare me. And a few things associated with low self-esteem that I don't want to mention here.

31. What do they identify as?

I am a Demi-Pansexual dude

32. Do they have any allergies?

None that I know of

33. Do they have any other medical problems?

I can't think of any specifics right now

34. What about mental health issues?

Depression and Anxiety both are self-diagnosed though. I'm waiting until after highschool, or until the age where I can legally keep things like those to myself without having to tell my parents, before I go to get them diagnosed

35. What’s that personal hygiene regimen like?

Showers at least once a day, twice if possible. Remember to try to brush your teeth, too.

36. Favorite rock or gemstone?

Amythest because it's my birthstone

37. Favorite tree?

Redwoods are pretty cool

38. Favorite type of weather?

Not too hot, not too cold and sunny and cloudless or overcast and rainy, depending on mood

39. Least favorite type of weather?

The type of cloudless hot day that just saps your energy away like nothing else

40. What is their favorite season? (remember winter is summer and spring is fall)

Winter

41. How many languages could they speak before the memory loss? How many do they currently speak?

English and very broken French

42. Do they sing or play any instruments?

I sing from time to time (albeit not very good) and I have an ocarina that I really want to take time and learn

43. What do they tend to joke about?

Self-deprecation is my go-to, then there's vine humor and some standup, then just nonsense humor (See: bORGER)

44. After a stressful day how do they relax?

Nap a bit, then some music and/or video games

45. Guilty pleasures?

Idk, I can't think of any. Sonic ‘06, maybe is the closest thing that I have to one.

46. idiosyncrasies?

I guess you could list a lot of the usual ADHD stimming methods. I also adjust my glasses from the side sometimes whenever I’m nervous/anxious or when I want to appear confident. Adjusting my watch on my wrist is also something that I do a lot. I know I have a lot more, but :/

47. How do they act when they first meet someone new? How quickly do they warm up to them?

I can be kinda timid and quiet. I usually try to listen in on conversations involving that person/people to try to find somethings that I can remember and use for initiating conversations, especially if it’s with stuff that I know a bit about. It usually takes two or three semi-long times amd well interactions spent with me for me to start being comfortable around other people. I don't warm up too quickly, unless if you can get through my barriers pretty well

48. In what order would they prioritize Love, fame, money, power, and knowledge?

Love, knowledge, money, power, fame

49. List four or more things they love to do

Draw, read, talk with internet friends, play video games, browse the internet

50. List four or more things they hate to do

doing boring and uninteresting school work, being an unnecessary nuisance, hearing about family drama, engaging in school drama

51. List five or more things they have said that sum up who they are

"I'm laughing my ass off rn because the program the state is using for EOC testing was apparently hacked so we aren't testing today, but when my class heard it almost everyone started looking at me and saying I did it." [...] "Meanwhile: I nearly tripped over my backpack"

"Oh good, we get to make memes of stuff in the Louvre for extra credit. Looks like my grade is about to rise drastically."

"I’m gonna go provoke this cult so I can get asks in my inbox"

“I stole this haircut from a lion”

"I have many problems"

52. How do they react to (both verbal and physical) conflict?

I'm a pacifist so I try to stay out of situations like that (They bring up too many negative memories and emotions for me)

53. What kind of bad habits to they have?

I have a lot of trouble with a perfectionist mentality. It gets me into a lot of sticky situations

54. What kind of character faults do they have?

What even is self-esteem/ self-worth/ self-love????? To me, my needs come last. Self-doubt out the wazoooooo. Tons of unresolved shit. That's barely even scratching the surface.

55. What’s their best trait in their opinion?

I try to have a lot of empathy for people and I want to make people happy, even if I’m not happy.

56. What do they think of their appearance?

I like mine, at least a bit.

57. How do they interact with people in a position of authority?

Honestly, it just depends on the person. If the person in question is a dick, you better believe I’m not going to react well to their face.

58. Who did they look upto as a kid?

Mostly like video game characters from games that I played.

59. How do they interact with kids?

I like kids pretty well.

60. Do they want kids of their own someday?

I don't know. I don't think I'm at a point in my life where I can answer that right now.

61. Are they religious? If so what god/goddess or gods/goddesses do they worship?

I'm agnostic

62. What do they think the meaning of life is?

Idk... Maybe... Self-discovery, in a way.

63. What would they want their last words to be?

There are three roads. Maybe omething meaningful, like "Thank you," maybe something vague and prophetic like, "You won't have to wait much longer," or maybe, just maybe, something like, "I'll be back bitches!!!"

64. What do they want to do before they die?

I want to make at least one game and book that people enjoy and that I will be satisfied with

65. What/how do they want to be remembered for after they die?

I would like to be remembered fondly by people who knew me.

66. How do they express affection?

I'm usually very asocial, so if I make an active effort to maintain communication with someone, then they usually mean something to me. I also send memes and stuff. Also, I try to open up a little more around people that I trust

67. What do they normally eat for breakfast?

It usually just depends on how much time I have in the morning. Can range from poptarts to a slice of toast between two pieces of bread to leftover pizza

68. Do they like spicy food?

Yeah

69. Favorite fruit and or vegetable?

Favorite fruit is probably mandarin oranges and my favorite vegetable is probably carrots

70. Do they like sweets?

On occasion

71. Do they drink alcohol? If they do, what do they act like when their drunk?

Nope, but probably like a damn fool

72. How do they take their tea/coffee?

I like sweet ice tea or maybe some herbal tea with a small bit of sugar or honey. As for coffee, I don't usually drink it, but I can drink it pure black or french vanilla

73. What food would they refuse to eat?

Most things that have a weird texture and/or smell

74. Is there anything they eat that most people would find unappealing?

You ever drink just straight sauces? Like A1 steak sauce or barbecue sauce? Yeah....

75. When going on the road what food could they not live without?

I need me some original ritz

76. What meal gives them a sense of nostalgia?

Not sure about nostalgia, but my school sells fresh-made chocolate chip cookies during lunch on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and I get them a lot when I'm having bad days

77. What do they do when no one’s around?

I sometimes sing and maybe hop around, but I usually just do stuff that I do when people are around (like browse tumblr)

78. How would they react if a prized possession got stolen?

Cry, feel numb, or go ballistic. There is no in-between.

79. What’s the first thing they would buy if they won the lottery?

A better computer, that's for sure

80. What would their favorite modern invention be?

The Nintendo Switch!!

81. In a new unfamiliar place what do they do?

Observe the surroundings from the sidelines before doing anything

82. Someone just threatened them what do they do?

It depends on the situation, but I either brush it off or I take precautionary measures (like a protective order if my life is being threatened)

83. A rather well rich looking woman just dropped her purse and didn’t notice. What do they do?

I might try to give it back.... after I check her wallet and get some cash as an award...

84. What’s the worst thing someone has said to them?

The one that sticks out the most is probably the time when one of my older half-brothers was yelling at me and said that if I ever wonder why people say that I act like a school shooter it's because I act like one most of the time (all this stemmed because I was frustrated over a book recommendation not posting and instead of letting me silently cool down, my mom and brother kept on talking crap about me and I decided to say "Just shut up for a few minutes").

Oh, but there’s also the time when I went with my dad to the divorce case’s hearing to testify against my mom and my brothers and the judge looked at me and said “You’re 16, right? In two years, you’ll be 18. When I was 18 I was heading to war. So, if you’re gonna cry, go do it somewhere else because I don’t want anyone coming up here and being a crybaby in my courtroom.” That fucking stunned me when he said it.

85. What is the strangest thing they’ve ever come across?

"can i hear your belly" has to be the weirdest and most unsettling direct message that I have ever gotten from someone who isn't a bot and it haunts me to this day

86. Someone just stole food from them what do they do?

I don't usually eat a lot, so if someone takes food from me I don't really care.

87. They meet a man at a crossroads. The man says they can have everything they’ve ever wanted. What happens next?

I would check to see if there was anything I want to make sure that my family and friends and people who are close to me that haven’t experienced mental illnesses like depression or anxiety to never develop any mental illnesses as long as they live, before anything.

88. As a child what would they say they wanted to be as an adult? ie. When I grow up I’m going to _______

My dream has always been and continues to be to become a successful video game developer and/or producer. I want to help create worlds to escape to when the real world becomes a bit too overbearing.

89. What’s their D&D alignment?

I consider myself a neutral good

90. What is the stupidest thing they’ve ever done?

Oof, that's a long list. Probably entering the crawlspace under my Grandma's house too fast and getting a part of my lower back pretty bad. Boy, did it leave a pretty big scar.

91. Have they ever got in trouble with the law or been arrested?

Nope

92. Do they know how to win a fight?

I like to think so. I'm not going to not play dirty if I feel like I'm in danger. Also try to use the environment to your advantage if possible.

93. Are they good at hand to hand combat?

I dunno. I doubt it, but I haven't really tried.

94. Have they ever stolen something?

I have, but really only minor things and only from people that I hate

95. Have they ever killed someone?

Not yet, :p

96. What/who do they find disgusting?

I can't look at stuff or pictures like decaying stuff (like dead stuff) without gagging

97. What upsets them the most?

Conflict mostly. The thought that I'm bothering people also does it. And I feel odd, to say the least about physical contact.

98. What anime character would they be?

I feel like maybe Fafnir (Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid) or either Shinra or Mikado (Durarara!) could fit me.

99. What disney character would they be?

I didn't really know about this one, so I asked a few of my friends and one of them [the one who actually answered my question with an actual Disney character] said that I remind them of Sora from Kingdom Hearts, on the grounds that I've "got a good heart" and I'm "always confused". It was the nicest thing I've heard all week^^

100. What monster would they be?

Knife-wielding tentacle

101. What mythological figure would they be?

Tbh, I don't know enough mythology off the top of my head to answer this question.

102. List three songs that you associate with them.

Hmm.... this one is very tough for me because there are different songs that define different points in my life... As for songs that kinda aren’t bound by specific points in my life, even if I haven’t known these songs all my life, I'm thinking that these could fit the best here:

ECHO (feat. GUMI) by Crusher-P

Simple Life by Fox Stevenson

Canonball (Mythos Remix) from Megaman Zero 3

Anyway, I hope you now know a little more about me now. Do what you will with the information, I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . It’s really late for me and I’m really tired so I may go ahead and get some sleep for tonight. Have a good one everyone^^ !

#[[P.S. in the tags]]#zero #about zero #long post #not a quote #shitthehousessay #it would be great if you could like not use this info against me. I already have tons of trust issues so I'm #entrusting you Internet Stranger to please respect that. I mean I'm not too worried tbh. Mel and Miki built a pretty good #community on this blog filled with tons of wonderful and kind people. You all are great!!! <3 #that being said it's still cool if you want to like/reblog this post (dunno why you would want to rb this but #I mean I won't get mad if you do)

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obscurelocalstranger · 6 years

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today at work I got called out for like “being too specific” because I asked if a donor of some items was left handed.

like okay but hear me out, two specific pieces showed use with a left hand. One of those was a pair of lace crochet gloves (like very, I’d say 1930s) with specific wear on the left fingers and then to a much lesser degree on the right hand thumb and maybe gently on the other fingers. This says to me one of two things: the wearer of these gloves was left handed and did many things with their left handed OR the owner of these gloves was right handed but chose to handle most objects with their left hand.

Now idk about other people because handedness isn’t like a chit chat topic but I know I’m right handed but hold a lot of things in my left hand. As I said idk if this is common or like only pertains to say people who are more ambidextrous or people who had left handedness trained out of them (I don’t remember this happening but I have a vague memory of my grandmother saying she did this? But also she would super deny it if true) or I mean on the rare except that I am the only person ever to do this (p sure it’s not that one). So I mean there are many options and the glove wear really means nothing EXCEPT

as mentioned, historically left-handedness would have been trained or in some places and times beaten out of a person for fear of them being “other” (like you know there is a whole thing where the church though lefties were full of demons and shit like that) so I think left handedness is an interesting historical topic because there are few probably recorded notes of “this person was left-handed” not that it makes them other but like that’s got to say something for their own struggle against a world catering to right-handed people, you know?

Idk anyway it’s just a little thing that I think is important like, we can really distance ourselves from history but if you can stop a second and see an object and really picture someone using it on their day to day that’s SUCH a close connection to our past, you know? I just really like small detailed things like that. Where we can get a real tactile connection to things whether they happened 100 yrs ago or 1000.

#in which I get overly passionate about details #but like this is entirely why I love my job and wish I were working somewhere it got more respect #I just think we can connect to history on a personal level and in turn grow more as humans ok cool bye

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yierkitchen · 3 years

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Spyderco knives are so expensive that many people doubt whether they worth the money . Here , I’d like to share my opinions .

I don’t know how to put it fully into words but when you hold a Spyderco knife you can feel the extreme care, quality-control, and precision and knife-making experience that has been invested and put into these knives.

Spyderco’s quality to me is virtually like having a knife of custom made quality from a manufacturer , in some cases I think it’s even better.

In the folding knife world, there’s probably no brand that is as recognizable as Spyderco. Their leaf-style blades and aggressive styling make them noticeable from across the room. Founded in 1976 in Golden, Colorado by Sal Glesser, the first item the company produced was known as the Portable Hand. It was a steel device meant to fit in your palm, and it looked vaguely arachnoid, hence the name Spyderco. As time went on, Glesser’s ingenuity proved more adept at making knives than tools, with unique one-handed opening, combination and serrated edges, and tireless reliability, the company broke into and subsequently took over a huge portion of the folding knife market.

The Spyderco of today still has the same dedication to quality that they always have , and they haven’t let their size stop them from paying attention to detail . They are beloved by anyone who likes knives , from the amateur to the old pro , and it’s due to their bombproof locking mechanism , reasonable pricing , and premium materials . While we believe you can’t go wrong with a Spyderco , if you want to do knives right , I am willing to recommend one to you .

Spyderco Manix 2, 3.37" S30V Plain Blade, Black G-10 Handle

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Precision machined from Crucible’s premium CPM S30V stainless steel, the 3.37-inch blade features a full-flat grind for a strong and reliable edge. Jimping along the thumb ramp of the spine complements the index choil, allowing for a secure grip when doing finer tasks.

Of course, like all best Spyderco knives, the blade comes with the iconic Round Hole, making it easy to open the knife swiftly and ambidextrously with a single hand.

The blade stays engaged using the patented Ball Bearing Lock, which is one of the strongest and smoothest operating lock mechanisms on the market. A hardened steel ball bearing encased in a polymer cage is plunged onto a ramp on the blade where it doesn’t move until you pull back on the cage to release the lock. Simple yet effective.

The Manix 2 is constructed with best high-quality stainless steel liners and a stainless steel back spacer that gives this knife the might any working folder should boast. Textured black G-10 scales work with the ergonomic handle to keep your grip true in any type of working condition.

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screamingintp · 6 years

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more about my mc

this is a mess, please don’t read it unless you’re interested in what i come up with when i’m sleep deprived and creating my first rp character

https://character-resource.deviantart.com/art/Big-Ass-Character-Sheet-Updating-167182524 but i cut out a buncha shit

welcome to hell(or the place in which I can’t capitalize for shit and curse too much and am vague but that’s honestly my personality in general)

Full Name: Mark Knox

Meaning: Mark, derived from Martkos(Roman), related to the war god, Mars. Knox, derived from cnoc(Scottish), meaning hillock.

Origin: made it up on the spot because planning is for cowards

Signature: illegible letters - MKX

Gender: male

Orientation: pan(i wrote pam and don’t regret it)-aro

Blood: three-quarters pure, half blood father

Birthday: 6-6

Deathday: (May not have one yet)(oh gee, did you not expect me to have a day of death?)(well, i don’t)

Astrological Sign: Gemini(fun fact: Draco’s the only Gemini on the wiki)(why is this relevant)(astrology is weird as all hell)

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Immediate Family: Jacob Knox(brother)

Distant Family: Shay Knox(mother), Clark Knox(father)

Parenting: non-existent

Upbringing(morals and ideals): considering he was raised by a person only a few years older than him, during the period of Voldemort’s rule, he is less screwed up than he could’ve been. However, he still possesses a rather vague and undefined sense of right and wrong - using his logic to bypass any sort of regrets if it blocks him from his goal

Infancy: (dropped at birth is an option and i’m living for it)

Childhood: that one kid who lit ants on fire and was ‘rebellious’ (you know that post about america being the asshole kid with neglectful parents? That’s the one)

Adolescence: canon

Adulthood: never. He hasn’t even gotten taller

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Species: hooman

Preferred Hand: ambidextrous(he keeps injuring his hands)

Facial Type: like a face, why is this - oval, i guess

Eye Color: dark brown

Hair Color (Self Explanatory)(it isn’t when his hair is grey/silver/white)(the kid probably bleached his already pale hair)(he probably likes the smell of bleach)

Hairstyle: fringe-up

Complexion: blushes easily, relatively smooth unless you look at the cuts and bruises and scars on his arms, back and legs

Body Type: ectomorph

Build: skinny arms and legs, he isn’t the most physically fit and regularly damages his body due to his complete lack of care for his own safety

Height: 65 in

Weight: 120 lb

Shoe Size: (Shoe size doesn’t matter)(goddamnit i forgot this was an innuendo)(keep it pg, please)

Birthmarks/scars: no birthmarks, and has tons of ugly marks all over him, none of them particularly remarkable

Distinguishing Features: the contrast between his eye color and hair color - but other than the hair, he doesn’t have a memorable face

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Health: as healthy as a wizard without impulse control and emotional support could be

Energy: swings from highs and lows without any pattern

Memory: remembers the small stuff, the negative parts - forgets about major ideas or lessons

Senses: heavily relies on eyes, can’t taste for shit

Allergies: (Self Explanatory. May be optional.)(i mean, i would put animals, but we have transfiguration)

Medication: needs some, doesn’t take any

Phobias(irrational fears):

Symmetrophobia(fear of symmetry, an unnatural-looking but normal occurrence, which isn’t debilitating, but causes him stress and uneasiness)

Siderophobia(fear of the stars, the idea that there’s so much out there that he doesn’t know of is pretty awful and, again, while it isn’t going to freeze him up, it will cause him to become upset)

Addictions: none yet

Mental Disorders: undiagnosed

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Style: couldn’t care less about appearance - he wears the school robes most of the time

Mode of Dress: doesn’t have a particular taste, as long as it’s passable, it’s fine - tends to wear a size or two larger

Grooming: somewhere in between messy and neat

Posture: he displays an air of aloofness and confidence - almost condescending in stance

Gait: quickly and efficiently - it’s brisk at his slowest

Coordination: not physically fit at all, he’s too reckless for that - exercises to the point of exhaustion without realizing that it’s detrimental to do so and has limbs flying all over the place

Habits and Mannerisms: taps his foot or fingers when excited, nervous, or anything that deviates from his usual ‘cool’ facade

Scent: earth, smoke, and grass - faint but noticeable

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Mood: ‘calm’ - probably plotting though

Attitude: he’s charismatic and charming until you dig deeper

Stability: hA

Expressiveness: can act like he’s wearing his heart on his sleeve but can never fully give his true thoughts

When Happy: smirks - invades personal space and slows down

When Depressed: smiles - talks louder and speaks faster

When Angry: (trolls online is an option and if that isn’t Mark, i don’t know what is) smirks - wide eyes and tense hands

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Friends: Rubeus Hagrid - but not really

Enemies: Rita Skeeter - but not really

Bosses: Filius Flitwick - but not really

Followers: not even himself

Heroes: Filius Flitwick - “short people are closer to hell and he’s gonna whoop my ass if I do anything stupid”

Rivals: Ismelda - “for most edgy teen”

Relates to: Dumbledore - impersonal but seemingly close, full of contradictions and ulterior motives

Pets/Familiars: does his jar of bug bodies count?

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Wardrobe: mostly consisting of Hogwarts robes, formal robes, and the identical grey-blue sweater and jeans

Equipment: carries a wand and a pencil(but not paper, because he has problems)

Accessories: a single dangling silver piercing on his right ear(family tradition)

Trinkets: carries hair ties on his wrist all the time(why? He doesn’t even know)

Funds: his family is relatively well off, being a respected branch of purebloods

Home: almost like his personality, warm and nice on the outside, cozy on the inside, but dead silent and empty when no one looks - not large but not small either, seeming normal by all accounts if you don’t look into any of the rooms(jacob’s windows are taped shut and Mark broke through the locked door that connected their bedrooms)

Neighborhood: the woods

Transportation: running because stamina apparently is infinite in this world

Collections: bug bodies, herbs, and lighters

Prized Possession: his wand, after seeing Jacob’s broken one

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Lovers: yeet

Marital Status: yeet

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Experience: works in the three broomsticks in his off time to get experience and money, nothing serious

Organizations/Affiliations: changeable, he doesn’t plant many roots or make any long-term promises

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Education: i mean, Hogwarts. But is it even ‘education’?

School: (What was their school like?) bitch this is Hogwarts

Social Stereotype: “least favorite cursed student”

Intelligence: mostly interpersonal, linguistic and logical

Extracurricular Activities: would do theater if given the chance

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Morals: don’t exist - but he honestly has a problem with reasoning his way into committing seriously wrong deeds

Crime Record: hasn’t been caught yet ;)

Motivation: adrenaline, change - nothing truly meaningful or satisfying

Priorities: knowledge, humans, self

Philosophy: gen z nihilism

Etiquette: usually practices ‘correct’ etiquette - does not give a fuck if his behaviour offends someone though

Influences: everything and anything he finds intriguing

Traditions: tries to run away from them, always moving and staying ahead of the past

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Career: spell-inventor or wand-maker/seller

Desires: uncertain

Accomplishments: undetermined

Biggest Failure: failing Jacob

Secrets: his manipulative side, his genuinely mean streak and the fact that he regrets having those traits

Regrets: a shit ton of things

Worries: Jacob, being nothing in the grand scheme of things, being a hypocrite, betrayal, a shit ton of things

Best Dream: having a greater purpose

Worst Nightmare: dying alone and being left behind as a ghost

Best Memories: finding his brother’s secret room, meeting Billingsley

Worst Memories: losing his brother, lying to his teachers, accidentally calling Chester: Jacob

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Hobbies/Interests: explore the wilderness, identify flora and fauna, observing other people

Skills/Talents: pyromancy, charms in general, debating, acting, singing

Likes: mint, sharpies, fire

Dislikes: himself, close-minded people, pity

Sense of Humor: sarcastic, self-deprecating, relatively dark

Pet Peeves: the guy scratching his quill the wrong way in the front row whenever they write essays

Dreams/Nightmares: doesn’t dream usually - when he does, it’s usually flashes of color and abstract black and white shapes

Quirks: can’t sit on the fucking couch correctly

Understands: how people think, the reason they fail, mistakes

Can't understand: quidditch, values, structure

Closet Hobby: burning shit(though that isn’t really a hidden thing with him)

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Strengths: charismatic, diplomatic, quick-witted, inwardly caring, able to understand his flaws, patient, logical, able to read other people

Flaws: lies often, manipulative, lazy, lenient, passive, harsh, inconsiderate, enjoys pushing people’s buttons, doesn’t understand people

Perception of others: beautiful, incomprehensible, vast

Instincts: wants approval(deems it irrational)

Lures: leadership roles, secrets, problems

Soft Spot: innocence but not ignorant, optimism

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Ability: capable if he puts his mind to it - employs unpredictable and risky techniques instead of having a fear of consequences

Weaknesses: stubborn opponents - he expects change and gets caught off guard when someone seems set in their ways

Patronus: non-corporeal

Boggart: fire(irony i guess is easy to use when you don’t have anything else)

Wand: spruce, phoenix feather, 12”, springy

Amortentia: lime, smoke, sharpies

House: Ravenclaw(that post about the kid wanting to be put in Ravenclaw since ppl will trust you but got in Slytherin)

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Favorite Color(s): grey, blue

Favorite Animal(s): swedish short snout

Favorite Drink(s): coffee and soda(probably together because he can’t function like a normal person)

Favorite Genre: mystery or myths

Favorite Subject(s): charms(Flitwick is the man) and divination(where you can bs your way through anything)

Least Favorite Color(s): black, white

Least Favorite Animal(s): flies

Least Favorite Drink(s): does soup count? Because he does drink it in a cup

Least Favorite Genre: manuals and biographies

Least Favorite Subject(s): flying(impulsive idiot) and care of magical creatures(he’s a screw up around animals)

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Languages: english and he taught himself some Latin

Voice: average in tone, a bit nasally, rather forgettable except for the speed

Greetings and Farewells: doesn’t

Ask your character "how are you": yes.

Character tries to compliment: you have eyes, your name is ___

Tries to insult: passive-aggressively drags a person

Expletive: damn(dam)(loopholes, my friends)

Laughter: snorting, definitely not normal

Tagline: ___, yeah?

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Reputation: other than the whole ‘brother’ problem, is relatively well-liked

First Impressions: charming, confident guy

Stranger Impressions: a bit loud but not strange

Friendly Impressions: goddamnit Mark, shut up

Enemy Impressions: please keep talking so we’re allowed to punch you in the face

Familiar Impressions: ah yes, the hair pops up from time to time

Compliments from others: bright, energetic, optimistic, honest

Insults: dangerous, unstable, chaotic

Self-Impression: am shit

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Compare to: forest fire(destructive and necessary for change)

Symbols: flames, ashes, duality

#you guys are wonderful people who don't deserve this disappoitment #but i am a disappointment so what can we do?

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