We’re wrapping up TAZ: Amnesty and I wanted to throw together a quick little headcanon/fic of what I think preceded the Hornets visiting Amnesty Lodge!
When Jake leaves the Hornets, things change. Hollis is relatively cool and reserved by nature but for weeks after Jake leaves their leadership style becomes borderline vicious, and they lash out at their crew as they push them harder.
They aren’t blind to Keith’s obvious infatuation. It’s almost endearing. Perhaps that’s why one night, after a particularly grueling stunt session they open their front door to see Keith about to knock, red faced. Before they can say anything Keith blurts out, “I know you and Jake were more than friends! I know it hurt when he left and that you’re still hurting and I thought-” And here he seems to second guess himself, looking as though he wants to melt into the floor. “I wondered if there was anything I could do to help with that.”
Hollis is a little shaken, though from their face you’d never know it. It takes just a moment before they’re smiling and they say, “Now why would you offer a thing like that?”
There is a danger that Keith doesn’t see, too busy staring bashfully at his own shoelaces and trying to be tough as he says, “Because uh... y’know. I love you. I could be good to you. Better than Jake.”
The words are barely out of Keith’s mouth when that cruel, brittle edge that’s been chafing Hollis snaps and they kiss him too hard, dragging him inside.
They don’t let him sleep there that first night, after a brutal and desperate fucking, but soon after Keith is promoted to lieutenant and becomes Hollis’ confidant. Still, Hollis keeps him at arm’s length with vague words of affection; just enough to keep him utterly devoted.
Then they see Jake again on that fucking mountain with some random girl and Keith won’t fucking shut UP and it’s all Hollis can do to keep from screaming as they smile that immaculate smile of theirs. They barely hold it together that night at the Hornet’s nest, buying their crew a round before fishing through their jacket for something to smoke. They just want to lash out and hurt something but Goddammit taking a drag will have to fucking do.
But Keith.
Oh sweet, stupid Keith with all his posturing and bravado- he just has to say, “Besides, I’m better than Jake Coolice in every way!” Just this side of too loudly and Hollis’ smile becomes something just a little colder, a little more cruel as they muse, “That’s cute Keith, but let’s be realistic. You were never as good as him on the slopes and you were never as good as him in my bed.” And that din that usually fills their favorite bar goes quiet as Hollis pulls out a lighter and head outside.
They hate themself for saying it, hate the crestfallen, humiliated look on Keith’s face as they walk away. They don’t stop at the parking lot. Fuck that. They get on their bike and drive home and fucking cry in a way they haven’t since the first night Jake left.
Keith doesn’t come over that night and Hollis is grateful, figuring this whole dalliance between them is over.
Surprisingly, the next day it’s as though nothing has changed. Keith still showboats and none of the Hornets kick up a fuss or even bring up the previous night. Hollis relaxes and resumes business as usual, but that night, Keith is back at their door, scuffing the ground with his boot.
“What are you doing here?“ Hollis asks, too thrown to keep up the pretense. “Didn’t you get the message yesterday?“
Keith tenses, swallows and meets Hollis’ eyes resolutely. “I know I’m not as good as him.” He admits softly, “But I’m not gonna stop trying.”
Hollis pinches the bridge of their nose, not wanting to show Keith how close they are to breaking down and taking their Lieutenant with them. “Why? Don’t you get it? I’m not nice, I’m not kind, and I’m not fucking interested! Jesus Keith you can’t actually be this stupid!”
They can see Keith struggling to maintain eye contact, despite how hurt he looks as he says, “I don’t care. You’re still sad and I still love you, so even if you never feel the same... Even if you’re still sick over Jake, I want to make things better for you. That’s not gonna change.”
Hollis doesn’t know what to say. They’re exhausted with this whole business already but they go back inside and leave the door open behind them, calling, “Fine. Do what you want.”
So Keith does. He stays by Hollis’ side and dotes on them and Hollis can’t fathom it but more and more they find themselves expecting to see that goofy smile when they wake up. The smell of burning pancakes and the sight of a slightly disheveled mohawk hunched over the stove, cursing a blue streak. The idea of Keith being anywhere but by their side would be laughable-- if it weren’t so fucking terrifying.
Time passes however, and little by little Hollis gives into the idea that this is their normal now. It’s a good fucking normal.
Then comes that night.
It’s the night where everything charmingly spooky about the town becomes truly horrific. Hollis doesn’t know why they can sense what’s about to happen when the blonde woman walks passed them into the Hornet’s Nest. Everything feels numb, the kind of sinking slow motion that one might experience in a dream as they rush into the bar to witness the carnage. Everything stops for a split second when they see Keith face down on the ground, then the sound rushes back into their ears as they grab the bat in a moment of pure adrenaline.
They’ve already screamed orders to Bevin about calling an ambulance as they jump on their bike to tear after the thing. They didn’t check on Keith. Couldn’t. There had been blood everywhere and if- they screech to a halt in the clearing, looking around frantically for the beast that outpaced them. Nothing. Nothing.
Keith wakes in a hospital bed with Hollis snoozing awkwardly in a hospital chair, well past visiting hours by the way the sky outside is beginning to lighten.
Hollis wakes to Keith sobbing.
It takes some time, but finally Hollis is able to make out Keith’s confession, and Keith tells them everything. Something stretches tighter and tighter in Hollis’ chest as the tears roll down Keith’s face, fear evident in his eyes. It’s when he cries, “It’s all my fault, if I’d only told everyone earlier-” that that hideous feeling in Hollis’ chest snaps. They take Keith’s face in their hands and kiss him.
“Listen to me.“ They hiss, “Nothing is going to fucking hurt you again, do you understand me?“ They kiss his forehead, “No monster,“ His eyes, “No woman with fire powers,“ His lips, “Not even the Goddamn Mothman. Do you know why?“ They pull back just so that Keith can see the most terrifying, open smile they’ve ever given. “Because we’re the Hornets, and it’s time to show this town that I’m the scariest thing out there.“
They get up then and stretch until their back pops. “Get some rest, Keith. I’m going to round everybody up, so be ready for tonight. We’ve got a message to deliver... and then my Dear? We’ve got a monster to kill.”
Hollis is not a soft person, never has been, but Keith knows that with that little exchange-- well, ‘I love you’ comes in many forms.
I was Corrupted Jasper for Saturday at Anime North this year!! Definitely still need to work out some kinks in this cosplay but I met the sweetest Pink Diamond!
I like to think that after she gets fixed up and Steven makes her a (very reluctant) member of the crew she gets deeply depressed. There is nothing on this strange planet she can relate to and everyone of her own kind either hates her or is terrified that she might lash out again.
But then she sees this bulky fuzzy flying thing and because she has nothing to do she follows it back to its hive and observes its behavior for a good hour before going to Steven and demanding to know more about it.
Patiently, Steven sits her down in front of the hive and helps Connie explain about how every bee has a job, how they work together to serve their queen and build the hive, “Sharing their honey with us!” Steven adds helpfully. They also tell her that the bees are beginning to die out.
Jasper is enraptured. They are striped and fluffy, they follow their Diam- Queen to the end, asking for nothing in return. They seem too heavy for their wings, and they’ll die if they try to protect themselves or their comrades but they have a purpose. And now Jasper knows hers.
With a little of Greg’s money it doesn’t take long to set up a series of hives for her to watch over, and she is patient as she learns how to best care for them. The instructor is baffled at her passion and care, but leaves knowing that they’ll be in good hands.
The next time Steven goes to see her he finds her quietly reassuring a handful of bees that they are warriors, and that others cheap tactics only prove that they are superior in every way. She tells them to come back alive, that if they do not she will find their murderers and exact bloody vengeance. She tells them not to sting unless there is not other option.
They fly off and she watches them go, catching sight of Steven and tensing up a little, but he only says, “You really like bees, huh?”
“Yeah. I’ve learned a lot from them.“
Steven is thrilled. “That’s Great!”
“But Rose…“
He sighs, “Yes Jasper?”
And she hits him with a look so cold he gets goosebumps.
Just read a post about someone genuinely asking why people like Jasper. Anyway, so I replied, and it brought back the feels and made me think of this wonderful post so I had to reblog again.
I feel like the first thing Robert ever says to Mary is “I think your husband is gay.”
After Robert's caught years later exiting their house with rumpled clothes smoking a cigarette he makes straight eye contact with Mary, flicks off some ash from the end of the cigarette and says "Your husband is DEFINITELY gay.”
He says to Mary after they meet at Jim and Kim's weeks later, "Jesus Christ how is it that I'm fucking your husband but I still like you better?" She replies with a drink of her wine, "Rob, Darling, that's a side-effect of sleeping with my husband. Pity it doesn't make you like yourself more." Neil's like "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH" And she and Robert burst out laughing about their terrible painful lives.
Stop attacking other people for looking different than the character they’re dressed up as! We need to be nice and accept one another! ‘Cause in the end, we’re all just a bunch of nerds, looking to have fun, right?
Cosplay has always meant to be a fun escape, because you love the character (or maybe they just looked really cool/just like you!) and wanted to put in your effort to do so!
Cosplay is for fun and it’s meant to be just another way for us all to band together under something we all love so much.
-RoseMum
Okay so before Dream Daddy comes out officially and I’m proven horrendously wrong, I would like to submit a headcanon of mine for some of the Dads!
I feel like Joseph and Damien used to be best friends when they were kids before they veered in vastly different directions. I think Damien went really goth in high school and never grew out of his 14 year old “I’m a vampire” faze.
I think Joseph dated Robert pretty soon after high school and they went on a cryptid hunting date because Robert was like “I found a real vampire!” And Joseph, who was young and already really sick of this shit from when his childhood friend changed his name and dressed like an edge lord to be cool in high school was like, “Fuck it, why not? You’re cute.”
So they’re on this date stalking the cryptid when it runs at them and into the light and Joseph’s just like, “Doug?”
And Damien’s all “NO I AM THE NIGHT AND YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS DAMIEN BLOODMARCH!!!”
“Hon, your name is Douglas Bloomington and you fainted at the sight of blood until you were 12.”
But then Roberts like “Dude no he’s totally a vampire! Look out or he’ll seduce you and drink your blood!”
“Please don’t encourage him…”
But then Damien and Robert are psyching each other up and getting more and more into it and each others personas.
Finally Joseph’s like, “Fuck it, I’m out, you two have fun.”
And they’re both like “ARE YOU JOKING JOSEPH HE’S MY NEMESIS AND WE SHALL BE AT WAR FOR ETERNITY!”
So Joseph, without turning around is like, “Uh huh I’m gonna go see if Mat likes Pinkberry.”
I like to think that after she gets fixed up and Steven makes her a (very reluctant) member of the crew she gets deeply depressed. There is nothing on this strange planet she can relate to and everyone of her own kind either hates her or is terrified that she might lash out again.
But then she sees this bulky fuzzy flying thing and because she has nothing to do she follows it back to its hive and observes its behavior for a good hour before going to Steven and demanding to know more about it.
Patiently, Steven sits her down in front of the hive and helps Connie explain about how every bee has a job, how they work together to serve their queen and build the hive, “Sharing their honey with us!” Steven adds helpfully. They also tell her that the bees are beginning to die out.
Jasper is enraptured. They are striped and fluffy, they follow their Diam- Queen to the end, asking for nothing in return. They seem too heavy for their wings, and they’ll die if they try to protect themselves or their comrades but they have a purpose. And now Jasper knows hers.
With a little of Greg’s money it doesn’t take long to set up a series of hives for her to watch over, and she is patient as she learns how to best care for them. The instructor is baffled at her passion and care, but leaves knowing that they’ll be in good hands.
The next time Steven goes to see her he finds her quietly reassuring a handful of bees that they are warriors, and that others cheap tactics only prove that they are superior in every way. She tells them to come back alive, that if they do not she will find their murderers and exact bloody vengeance. She tells them not to sting unless there is not other option.
They fly off and she watches them go, catching sight of Steven and tensing up a little, but he only says, “You really like bees, huh?”
“Yeah. I’ve learned a lot from them.“
Steven is thrilled. “That’s Great!”
“But Rose...“
He sighs, “Yes Jasper?”
And she hits him with a look so cold he gets goosebumps.
Okay so before Dream Daddy comes out officially and I’m proven horrendously wrong, I would like to submit a headcanon of mine for some of the Dads!
I feel like Joseph and Damien used to be best friends when they were kids before they veered in vastly different directions. I think Damien went really goth in high school and never grew out of his 14 year old "I'm a vampire" faze.
I think Joseph dated Robert pretty soon after high school and they went on a cryptid hunting date because Robert was like "I found a real vampire!" And Joseph, who was young and already really sick of this shit from when his childhood friend changed his name and dressed like an edge lord to be cool in high school was like, "Fuck it, why not? You're cute."
So they're on this date stalking the cryptid when it runs at them and into the light and Joseph's just like, "Doug?"
And Damien's all "NO I AM THE NIGHT AND YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS DAMIEN BLOODMARCH!!!"
"Hon, your name is Douglas Bloomington and you fainted at the sight of blood until you were 12."
But then Roberts like "Dude no he's totally a vampire! Look out or he'll seduce you and drink your blood!"
"Please don't encourage him..."
But then Damien and Robert are psyching each other up and getting more and more into it and each others personas.
Finally Joseph's like, "Fuck it, I'm out, you two have fun."
And they're both like "ARE YOU JOKING JOSEPH HE'S MY NEMESIS AND WE SHALL BE AT WAR FOR ETERNITY!"
So Joseph, without turning around is like, "Uh huh I'm gonna go see if Mat likes Pinkberry."
A while back I was really into doll making games, so here’s a throwback to when I made Femme! Jim and Seb! I present: Gin Moriarty and Sebastiene Moran!
Harry is tired. He has been fighting so hard, for so long and frankly, his attention is pretty frayed as he watches the room of requirement burn around him. He can smell the oily smoke as it burns through lifetimes of other wizards memories, of his own. He can barely focus on escape when he’s desperate that his friends find their way out as well, and one of his enemies burns to death as another clings to him so hard he can barely breathe.
Years later, he will look back and muse that the things keeping him grounded in that moment of chaos were Malfoy’s arms clutched tight around him and the terrified, grief stricken breath against his ear whispering, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
jimmyeatworldofficial
romaincrisis
areudirty
