278. Not all gryffindors were boisterous or loud or chatty or extroverted in any way shape or form.

You had gryffindors who would rather curl up on the armchairs by the fire and read a book.

Gryffindors that just wanted to sit on the window ledge, staring off into the forbidden forest, a blanket wrapped around their shoulders.

Gryffindors that preferred a calm, slow walk around the black lake instead of the quidditch pitch.

Not all gryffindors are like the stereotypes, each are individuals; courageous and brave in their own ways.

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Yandere D.Va

Tumblr is a pos that hates me. But here’s y'alls gamer fuel.

• She loves to show you off.
• But in subtle ways. She’ll have you sleeping on the bed in the background or the camera would see your hands place a plate of microwave food in front of her.
• Her fans fawn over the mystery girl.
• But they don’t see the tremble in your hands, or the shock collar that rests against your pulse. They don’t see how she pins you down and shoves nyquil down your throat.
• You’re her perfect house wife.

P.s. If y'all ever want not read HC’s just know the more specific the more I’ll just write.

umbrellas-umbrellaseverywhere:

Diego: Did I fucking st-stutter?

Diego:

Diego:Fuck

New headcanon: Edward Scissorhands is just a young Cenobite from the Hellraiser movies that got lost one day and forgot how to S&M people to death.

MAMMON HEAD CANONS #2

Mammon has to have a poker face.

Like listen this man plays poker and black jack and all sorts of other games. So he’s probably learned to completely be able to bluff his way out of those situations when playing.

Now imagine how the brothers would react to seeing his poker face, because admittedly they’ve probably never seen it before. Mammon is the overconfident emotional brother, they’re basically able to read him like an open book.

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HOW THEY FOUND OUT

I’d have to say that mammon was likely out playing for cash in the casinos and well it was getting pretty late. Lucifer would’ve gotten tired of waiting up for him and so went out to look for him himself, in the process waking up the rest of the brothers. Inevitably they’d end up tagging along for no reason or just for the sake of seeing mammon get scolded in public.

Anyway, they make it to the casino. First thing they see or well hear, is a crowd of demons around the betting table or whatever it’s called, talking and whispering in awe. Going right up to the table completely forgetting their task at hand the last person they expect to see people awing in amazement at would be, well, Mammon.

There he is, dead serious. His eyes completely turned gold, shining brightly under the fluorescent lights of the casino. Almost no blue in sight, pure melted gold molded right where there should have been. No smile, no smug smirk or wide victorious grin. Just a small upturn of his lips barely visible and in his hands only four measly cards. Across from him sat another demon, sweat dripping down the side of his face and from his upper lip. The lights making them shine and sway as he wipes his face with the back of his hand.

They make eye contact. He folds. Mammon wins. It’s silent. And then… clapping. Slowing all the demons around start to clap and cheer. Clapping their hands on his shoulders congratulating him. They eventually disperse and all that’s left at the table is Mammon. He sighs, leans back in his chair, closes his eyes and rubs at them. He opens his eyes, the blue now visible, even if only slightly.

He turns and there stand his brothers, starring. Golden eyes turned completely sapphire. He stands up startled before he starts sputtering out excuses, wiping his hands down the front of his pants. Seeing the sudden change in character, almost lead the brothers in believing what they witnessed ever being real. If only it weren’t for the large pouches of golden grim glittering under lights just like the eyes of their brother had moments ago.

Questions filtered through their heads with not an answer in near sight. But, that was a conversation for another time.

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These are my headcannons, no I will not explain

• Forehead kisses because Evan is smol
• most days Connor spends the night at the Hansen’s not only to get away from his family but because both he and Evan sleep better together
• Connor tends to wake up early and instead of trying to weasel his way out of Evan’s grip, he just stares down at him and thinks about how glad he is to be alive 
  
• Evan is actually pretty good at helping Connor with his anger issues 
• Their dates consist of a lot of nature walks 
• For their senior trip, the boys + Jared, Alana, and Zoe take a road trip to Yellowstone national park
• Evan creates a swear jar that funds most of the gas money for said trip thanks to Connor and Jared
• Connor tends to be pretty bad at taking care of himself sometimes but will immediately cook Evan a five-course meal if he finds out he forgot to eat
• On the really bad days, Connor sings to Evan during panic attacks 
• Evan makes a lot of really bad puns to get Connor to smile
• on Connor’s bad days, Evan just listens to Connor talk about what’s bothering him and plays with his hair while Connor lays on his lap 
• Weekly board game nights are a thing, Uno has been banned.
• “Connor if you put down draw 4, we’re breaking up”
• Evan definitely wears Connor’s clothes home ‘accidentally’ and Connor wants to be mad but his boyfriend looks adorable in his oversized hoodies 
• They don’t end up going to prom but the gang goes over to the Murphy’s after and they watch movies all night
• around 3 am, Evan finds Connor sitting outside looking at the sky and they talk until the sun comes up
• at some point, Evan tells Connor he doesn’t know how to dance so Connor stands up and tries to teach him, mostly they’re just swaying back and forth and laughing 
• Evan still writes his letters even after he stops going to therapy, most of them are addressed to Connor now and he’ll sometimes give them to him to read when he can’t verbally explain how he’s feeling
• They’re at the Orchard the first time Evan tells Connor he loves him

lintamande:

For a while they charitably indulge Fëanáro’s grief. The poor motherless boy, after all (even if the King’s new wife is gracious and charming and would be more than happy to be the boy’s mother, if he would only leave his grief behind.) 

After a while they tire of it. It’s been years, they say. Others who loved Míriel have moved on.   It’s unhealthy, they say. Surely it’s time someone encouraged him to move on. Surely we’re just enabling him. It’s attention-seeking. It’s bratty. Perhaps if his father was a little firmer with discipline, they mutter.

Finwë is not perfect – is acutely aware, lately, that he’s made a lot of decisions that hurt the people he loved – but he realizes what none of his courtiers can possibly understand, which is that grief cannot be squashed into a more convenient attitude via discipline. 

No, his mistake is not that he doesn’t give Fëanáro a scolding when some thoughtless comment drives his son away from a festival in tears.

His mistake, if we are busy assigning blame, is that he doesn’t try hard enough to keep the gossip from reaching his son’s ears. 

Fëanáro is not old enough to understand that this is the nature of politics, that the price of the crown is that his every foible is a matter for public comment and his grief an acceptable subject of dinner conversation. He is old enough to understand that he has become a liability for his father, his pain somehow proof of Finwë’s failure, additional proof of his gaping inadequacies that drove Finwë to remarry in the first place. 

The pain does not lessen – the repeated insistence that it is unhealthy, that he really ought to be over it already, does not help. He cannot learn to cope, not when any public mention is apparent proof that he is a petulant brat in need of a firmer hand. Instead he learns that it is shameful, and he learns to keep it hidden. 

Míriel’s name is never spoken in their home again.  

//Reasons why I love lintamande.
Also if I read somewhere ever again that Finwe had just to scold him more, I’m going to set that person on fire.

lintamande:

hereff:

squirrelwrangler replied to your post: I’ve been wondering about the drawing of the sword…

Wait. He walked away and then was chased down then had the sword drawn on him?

Basically yes. After been told to be gone and he actually did, then he was chased. I just wondering what in Fëanor’s mind? Uhhh you ask him to GTFO and when he did you actually chased him? 

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paradife-loft replied to your post: I’ve been wondering about the drawing of the sword…

I think Nolwe not responding was sort of like a way for him to save face, not get drawn in - and Feanor wanted to provoke a response, whether a submissive one or a “yeah I want to take your place!“ one, both of which would benefit Feanor’s position.

I agree on Nolofinwë’s reaction is to save face, the thing is about Fëanor’s reaction here that I don’t get: 

Then as a flash of flame he drew his sword. ‘Get thee gone and dare my wrath no longer!’’

basically my take is that “GTFO before I use this sword on you”. What makes him angry about Nolofinwë’s choice to actually get out? He basically did what Fëanor told him. If Fëanor wants to provoke any response from him, shouldn’t he stayed him at swordpoint in the council room instead?

(Sorry if I’m being slow/daft, I just often find it hard to get into Fëanor’s head, so if you think I get it wrong just let me know!)

//What I need to add and clarify: the fact the Fingolfin actually doesn’t dare his wrath no longer and leaves proves nothing. He doesn’t excuse, he doesn’t satisfy Feanor’s need of hearing “no, there’s no betrayal”, bowing only to Finwe doesn’t acknowledge him. Feanor actually asks him to leave, but in the process he is basically ignored, his authority again questioned as it has been for 90 Valarin years, basically.
Fingolfin leaving is better than fighting, but from Feanor’s point of view is not a reassurance that he won’t try to do what he is accused of. In fact, the next sentence doesn’t repeat “don’t dare me” or “leave”, the next threatening has a different phrasing, “this is sharper than thy tongue, try no more to usurp my place or the love of my father”.
Because, what Fingolfin did the first time? He left and ‘ignored’ the important part, stealing from Feanor what is his (and the love of Finwe is also an important bit.) Feanor needs to point out again that, no, twisting what he says (leave and don’t dare me) in order to take an advantage (ignoring his right by bowing only to Finwe and demonstrating that he isprone to anger and sometimes might need to be restrained) is not going to work. So, he continues with “you have to fucking understand what I’m saying here”, chasing him.
I have ideas also concerning Fingolfin’s reasoning, here, but he is not always my field of competence. XD So I’ll stop here because sometimes Fingolfin for me is harder to perfectly understand than Feanor.

maire-annatari:

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elenevoronwien:

lyncorbray:

I don’t know if anyone else has written on this topic in the past few months that I’ve been away from tumblr/fandom, so I can’t speak to recent opinion trends about Fëanor, but from what I came to understand, in the Silmarillion/Tolkien fandom, even among members who were partial to the Fëanorians, most seemed to regard Fëanor himself as,at worst the most morally repugnant and objectionable character bar Morgoth ( “the absolute worst”, I distinctly remember someone calling him) or with disinterest/ambivalence at best. This is probably my own personal bias, but I felt the former opinion more represented in my experience and, admittedly, that was partially what drove me out of the fandom in the first place, as from the very beginning, Fëanor had been my favorite. *

Anyway, “thesis”: Being intellectually and creatively gifted, Fëanor was predisposed towards mental illness and a strong sense of “justice”; his lack of trust in others, lack of “distracting” work after the Silmarils, and self- and Valar-imposed social isolation exacerbated some symptoms of his (undefined) mental illness and led him to tunnel-vision rebellion and violence as viable solutions.

And I feel like I need to get the disclaimer out of the way because this is Tumblr and you can never know how people are going to react and attack you: This is NOT Fëanor ‘apologism’. I’m not condoninganything he did post-flight. Alqualondë=bad. I also feel the need to say that I am in no way trying to make the case that mentally ill=violent, not at all. What I’m trying to convey is the particular set of internal and external circumstances that allowed Fëanor to rationalize violence.

 (Even though I’ve seen Fëanor as mentally ill for a while, I have to give credit to James in part for suggesting that Miriel may have had post-partum depression – in the scenario where that was the case, the notion that Fëanor was mentally ill would make even more sense.)

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Fëanor was my favorite from the start too because I could relate to a lot of traits of his personality ( 99% of them, really) and although I find your point very interesting I can’t see Fëanor as mentally ill. I see him more as a person tired of being wronged living under a double standard society. For a person with a high sense of justice to  live in a society where the rulers are weak and the people can’t see anything wrong with it….it’s maddening. Also, it’s really easy to understand him when you live in those same circunstances.

The mental illness doesn’t appeal me so much, because it sort of seems… way too excusable? It is strange to say from me because I cannot even start to explainhow much I like him and try to understand him in every shade, so sometimes I just… mingle together various ideas in order to find a certain kind of balance. In order to be not too apologetic but also very, very sympathetic, because I use Fëanor’s point of view and that means that out of his point of view I need to be as much objective as possible. I don’t always succeed because this character makes me very emotional — but that doesn’t excuse him of anything.
Yeah though, I don’t like that much the idea of the mental illness, for how much interesting and reasonable it is (because yes, it is). The fact of feeling very strong emotions, led by a lot of happenings as you pointed out, is not necessarily a mental illness (I do not mean to offend anyonewith this statement, I’m talking about the character and only the character, and not the general state of mind.)
There is a thing, though, that I really, really like in this analysis (despite the general considerations that are very good), and that is the idea that, after the Silmarilli, he knewthere was nothing more able to distract him. It is like reaching the apotheosis of your life and what else can keep your mind so eagerly at work after that? It is like finishing that work of decades that makes you cry as you look at it and you wonder if you will ever be able to best yourself again.
Another consideration: is it just mistrust that makes him so incapable of seeking counsel? I think he is also quite aware of the greatness of his mind. I think he can even imagine what people will tell him before they finish talking and he can find solutions quickier than others, bettersolutions. Being so stubborn and so strong, and so prone to question authority, might be also something to remember. One do not seeks counsel from people they don’t hold in a high regard or are way less intelligent.

Oh, OP. Plenty of us love Fëanor—he’s my favorite in the book (in a three way tie with Melkor and Sauron, I’ll admit). Come to us, we’ll welcome you with open arms!

I think it could go either way, but your argument for mental illness is compelling, especially since you’re someone who lives with it, and you connect with Fëanor so much. I don’t know a lot about mental illness, but I’ve considered this before, too, though not in as much detail as you have. But the obsessive, growing paranoia does not seem healthy, and honestly he seems pretty delusional. This is why I don’t blame Finwë for following him into exile after he threatens Nolofinwë. Nolofinwë is going to be okay, but Fëanor clearly just had a mental breakdown, and now he’s being sent away. Finwë probably felt he had to go with him, to make sure he was going to be alright. This is a controversial thing to say, but I think he made the right decision.

I do have an alternate explanation for this, and I’m not sure which I think is more likely: I still need to make a post about this, but I think it’s possible that Fëanor was set up by the Valar to look as though he had lost it, and his paranoia was not unjustified. The hallowing of the Silmarils seems like it could have been an insurance plan for the Valar—“Do what we say or we’ll take your shinies.“ It made it so that even their owner could easily lose his right to them, and be taken. I also would not put it past them to put Melkor up to talking to him, to confuse him and arouse his suspicions, to give him a little push, to make him look like he’d lost his mind, to do something stupid so they could have him out of the way. I will make another post about this sometime, talking about it more.

I did make another post addressing the “I’ll die!” comment, and I can dig that up again if anyone wants me to.

Warning:  Mentally ill thoughts on mental illness. 

A case could be made either way.  Both sides make excellent points, and Iaafl, you make excellent points for both sides.  Personally I could accept headcanons for a Fëanor with a mental illness, as long as that illness is well defined, and could just as easily imagine him being as stable as anyone if circumstances were different.

Everyone has a threshold beyond which they’ll start acting mentally ill.  Extreme stress can make anyone show symptoms, whether or not it causes situational insanity.   Fëanor was under stress from the moment his father married Indis, and things got worse while Melkor was loose in Aman.  When family life is harrowing and Valar are being idiots, it makes perfect sense to be angry, or crave solitude, or have raging trust issues.  Did Fëanor inherit an illness from his mother, or was it induced by the madness around him, or was he a sane but very irked idealist?  It’s hard to diagnose him when he’s part of a world that doesn’t think in these terms.  And because medication’s not an option, it’s easier just to say that Fëanor is Fëanor.

I’ve played the diagnosis game myself.  His long attention span and preference for solitude suggest Aspergers.  But if so, it’s not stopping him from socializing; he’s so high-functioning that it’s hardly worth diagnosing.  He’s so fixated on the Silmarils that he might have an obsessive personality, but then again all artists are emotionally invested in their masterpieces.  He praises his own work, but isn’t as wrapped up in himself as a blatant narcissistic personality.  Mentioning a superiority complex might be going too far; however sane they are, intelligent people are not immune to feeling superior when others aren’t as quick or canny as they are.  He cares too much for his family to be a sociopath.  He shows no major signs of schizophrenia, as far as I can tell.  He’s not Type A bipolar, because his moods never crash and leave him exhausted, sluggish, and / or hopeless.  Does he have a subtler Type B bipolar disorder?  Or clinical depression?  Difficult to say, because no two people respond to these conditions in exactly the same way.  If you’ve met one person with depression, you’ve met one person with depression.  But again, I’m not seeing the hopelessness that tends to go with it, and I’m not seeing any self-loathing.  And without self-loathing, depression is almost certainly not psychotic.  While I’m morbidly tempted to say he has Intermittent Explosive Disorder, I can’t really justify this either.

Whether Fëanor is ill or not, I agree that it doesn’t excuse him.  It doesn’t explain his actions all on its own, and in my view it does not make them any more or less sympathetic.

Confession time:  I have an illness.  Specifically, severe depression with psychotic episodes.  I go a little mad sometimes, and I’ve gone mad as hell before I (finally!) found the right medications.  Have I ever been a git or fucked up royally?  Yes, according to people who couldn’t tell I had a medical condition.  Could I have avoided it?  Yes, according to my hyper-critical self.  But would I have reacted anything like Fëanor if I’d been in his place?  No.  Like all ‘insane’ people, I am my own person with my own unique ways of being spectacularly wrong (or sometimes, *gasp,* spectacularly right).  And like all responsible ‘insane’ people, I fight with all my might to hold my life together and sometimes succeed.  Being mad does not absolve me, or anyone else, for being rude or rash.

Yes, intelligent and creative people are likely to have at least a twinge of oddity about them, some sort of neuro-atypical quirk.  I have a little theory about this: maybe, the more complex the workings of a mind, the more likely it is that one or two screws will be loose.  But extreme intelligence and creativity are unusual even without mental illness to go with them, and mental illness isn’t required for eccentricity.  Or for “Angry Young Man Syndrome" like Fëanor’s, either.

Whatever else he may have been, I’ll just go with “Spirit of Fire.“

((For which my Sauron-muse will kill me.  "I’m a Spirit of More Fire Than Fëanor, you fool!”))

I feel compelled to reblog. Also “Spirit of Fire” is a great conclusion.

elenevoronwien:

lyncorbray:

I don’t know if anyone else has written on this topic in the past few months that I’ve been away from tumblr/fandom, so I can’t speak to recent opinion trends about Fëanor, but from what I came to understand, in the Silmarillion/Tolkien fandom, even among members who were partial to the Fëanorians, most seemed to regard Fëanor himself as,at worst the most morally repugnant and objectionable character bar Morgoth ( “the absolute worst”, I distinctly remember someone calling him) or with disinterest/ambivalence at best. This is probably my own personal bias, but I felt the former opinion more represented in my experience and, admittedly, that was partially what drove me out of the fandom in the first place, as from the very beginning, Fëanor had been my favorite. *

Anyway, “thesis”: Being intellectually and creatively gifted, Fëanor was predisposed towards mental illness and a strong sense of “justice”; his lack of trust in others, lack of “distracting” work after the Silmarils, and self- and Valar-imposed social isolation exacerbated some symptoms of his (undefined) mental illness and led him to tunnel-vision rebellion and violence as viable solutions.

And I feel like I need to get the disclaimer out of the way because this is Tumblr and you can never know how people are going to react and attack you: This is NOT Fëanor ‘apologism’. I’m not condoninganything he did post-flight. Alqualondë=bad. I also feel the need to say that I am in no way trying to make the case that mentally ill=violent, not at all. What I’m trying to convey is the particular set of internal and external circumstances that allowed Fëanor to rationalize violence.

 (Even though I’ve seen Fëanor as mentally ill for a while, I have to give credit to James in part for suggesting that Miriel may have had post-partum depression – in the scenario where that was the case, the notion that Fëanor was mentally ill would make even more sense.)

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Fëanor was my favorite from the start too because I could relate to a lot of traits of his personality ( 99% of them, really) and although I find your point very interesting I can’t see Fëanor as mentally ill. I see him more as a person tired of being wronged living under a double standard society. For a person with a high sense of justice to  live in a society where the rulers are weak and the people can’t see anything wrong with it….it’s maddening. Also, it’s really easy to understand him when you live in those same circunstances.

The mental illness doesn’t appeal me so much, because it sort of seems… way too excusable? It is strange to say from me because I cannot even start to explainhow much I like him and try to understand him in every shade, so sometimes I just… mingle together various ideas in order to find a certain kind of balance. In order to be not too apologetic but also very, very sympathetic, because I use Fëanor’s point of view and that means that out of his point of view I need to be as much objective as possible. I don’t always succeed because this character makes me very emotional – but that doesn’t excuse him of anything.
Yeah though, I don’t like that much the idea of the mental illness, for how much interesting and reasonable it is (because yes, it is). The fact of feeling very strong emotions, led by a lot of happenings as you pointed out, is not necessarily a mental illness (I do not mean to offend anyonewith this statement, I’m talking about the character and only the character, and not the general state of mind.)
There is a thing, though, that I really, really like in this analysis (despite the general considerations that are very good), and that is the idea that, after the Silmarilli, he knewthere was nothing more able to distract him. It is like reaching the apotheosis of your life and what else can keep your mind so eagerly at work after that? It is like finishing that work of decades that makes you cry as you look at it and you wonder if you will ever be able to best yourself again.
Another consideration: is it just mistrust that makes him so incapable of seeking counsel? I think he is also quite aware of the greatness of his mind. I think he can even imagine what people will tell him before they finish talking and he can find solutions quickier than others, bettersolutions. Being so stubborn and so strong, and so prone to question authority, might be also something to remember. One do not seeks counsel from people they don’t hold in a high regard or are way less intelligent.

I know I haven’t picked BBAG in a very long while, but I have ideas and headcannons popping up lately.

The kids would refuse to sleep until their literally big brother came home, fight a bit on the spot for sleeping next to him, before leaving the place to Bjorn because the youngest can only sleep with the steady heartbeat of the mini Giant to calm him down.

Despite his “bed” already cramped up for his 20 ft, Virgil has to twist up so he’s lying on his back enough to place Bjorn on his chest, also trying not to accidentally crush his other siblings.

Seriously, he’s spoiling them too much sometimes.

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Omegaverse Winter Headcanons

It is almost winter where I live (It’s fall and it’s already 13 degrees ;-; winter will be rough…) So I decided to make some chilly omegaverse headcanons (Haven’t been doing those in a while, whoops). A lot of these are based on actual things that happened in my school or that I am familiar with ^^ Feel free to add your own two cents and add on other nice wintery stuff. 

• Teachers have a really hard time handling Omegas in particularly harsh winters. They bring covers and pillows to school and make nests in the middle of the room, claiming that “it is too damn cold to learn in their desks”. 

• It is very common for Omegas and Beta females to share gloves and scarfs if one of them forgets theirs at home. The result is Omegas and Beta females walking around holding hands all over the school, to keep the remaining ungloved hand warm. (In other words it’s adorable).

• There is a government (and some other private companies) initiative called “Neighbour Nest” in which every winter people can donate nest supplies and winter clothes of all dynamics to less fortunate people that cannot afford them, So they can share a warm nest with their families on harsh weather. 

•  Teachers also have a hard time handling mated Alphas on winter. Omegas are naturally warmer. Like little walking furnaces, always giving off heat (maybe that’s why they get colder easily, they just give too much heat off lol). Alphas will latch on to their mates and cuddle with them in any given opportunity. Teachers often have “arguments” with Alpha students because “No, you can’t have your Omega on your lap for the entirety of the class. It’s against the school rules, no matter how cold it is”. Some of them will do it anyway and face the consequences later.

• Just a bunch of Omegas walking around with coats double their size, because their mates thought that “they weren’t wearing enough layers”. Winter is when Alphas mother Omegas the most. Must protect smol bean from cold.

• Winter is the season that nesting is the most common. Gonna watch a movie? Must build nest. Gonna eat with family? Must build nest. Gonna sleep? Nest. Nest with your family, with your pups, with your mate, with your grandma. It doesn’t matter. If it’s winter, Omegas are gonna nest. It feels nice and it feels appropriate. 

• Funnily enough heats and ruts tend to last less in winter (to the joy of unmated all Alphas and Omegas). Presumably this happens because their ancestors’ bodies saw that as a form of “hibernation” season. So their bodies take it that they must save energy and resources by waiting for a more prosperous and less hostile season to carry a pregnancy and small babies. They don’t really stop, but their duration is much shorter and Omegas and Alphas might experience periods in which their heats/ruts completly stops, just to kick back in after some hours or after a day. This doesn’t happen in any other season that not winter. 

• If an Alpha or Beta wants to court an Omega on winter, they are also more likely to gift them much more heavy covers and nest supplies. They also gift them fat and sugar-rich foods like chocolate, cakes and pastries. To help the Omegas build more fat for winter and to also make their nest experience more “sweet”.

• Mates take advantage of the fact that you wear more clothes because of the weather by scenting every individual piece the other owns before they put it on, this way the scent gets trapped under non-ending layers of fabric. Making their mates smell like them for so much longer. 

• Betas are the number ones to get sick easily in winter, followed by Omegas and then Alphas. 

i’m still in stormblood but i took one look at urianger’s astrologian outfit and decided i want their gender

You would be right assuming that the nightmares are the main reason of why she looks so damn tired or why her mood tends to lean towards being kinda angry at things the 90% of the time.

Constantly dreaming about the end of the world or her own death isn’t too pleasant and doesn’t let her rest too well.

Specially when she didn’t only die with the Final Days but she was also killed by Ardbert & Co. before so…still not fun.

Compilation of headcanons of Gaia’s past in Eulmore even if she currently doesn’t remember at all:

• Her parents have always spoiled her a lot, but at the same time, they haven’t spent all that much time with her. It’s that situation in which Gaia asked for something and they gave it to her, but her parents were too busy enjoying their own pleasures that they never gave her much more attention than that.

• Even if unnoticed, she crossed paths with Ryne before, specially when they were younger, but they never interacted due to their different positions in Eulmore.

• She learnt how to use makeup from the workers at The Beehive, specially when her parents spent a lot of time there.

• Despite the interactions she has always been more of a loner because she didn’t really connect with other people around her age- always being labeled as the ‘weirdo’, in a sense. This started happening more when she started ‘hearing voices’ inside her head and people started to avoid her constantly.

• Even before she was contacted by Mitron she has always had a lot of nightmares involving the Final Days and the like, even if she was unable to remember that it was part of her past life. To this day, she still suffers from those.

• Being the Oracle of Darkness and an Ascian reborn (even if she wasn’t aware back then), she has always been rather averse to consuming meol due to this one being made out of Sin Eaters. This made others suspicious, so she has been forced to consume it before, but at some point she started to be too good with pretending to eat it before she discarded it.

• Her affinity to the powers of darkness started developing when she was rather young, but she didn’t really explore them much, and when she did, she did so in secret.

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Things I am sitting here thinking about: 

-What Oberyn would have been like as he aged

-What Jack was like before Statesman / if repeated alpha gel uses fuck you up

-What would make Laredo!Javi laugh 

I can’t stop feeling that Jack was like, a teenage sporting star who got a college scholarship but joined the police instead. I feel like that sense of right and wrong has always been strong in him.