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Ramon Tikaram as Terence McCann in Brassic, season 3
part 6
Disappearing into the stacks, Helene hummed to herself as she searched, as much to make it easier for him to track her movements as anything else. It took her almost five minutes to collect a couple of old spellbooks, and a rather older cuneiform tablet that had been gifted to her centuries ago.
Making her way back to the table, she set the books out, but continued to hold the tablet briefly. "Do you read Akkadian? I'm not certain how old your mother witch was, but I suppose it doesn't hurt to ask. Or at least see if this looks familiar to you at all," she mused, setting the tablet down on a cloth rather carefully.
Gunner couldn't help but eye where the woman had gone off to, curious. He remained where he had been told to sit, only attempting to guess where she was based on her humming. She was very different than his mother witch, but he liked her enough all the same.
"Hm?" He grunted, leaning over the table to give the tablet a look. "It is... unfamiliar. I only have the knowledge of reading from my time and forward." He couldn't tell exactly what his time was or long he head been properly dead before he'd been found and "fixed."
"Are you able to read it?" He asked, brows raised. Perhaps she could translate if she knew. "Perhaps I could learn."
🐈 : is your muse conscious of online trends and memes? - for Amin
In most verses? No. He only knows what is shown to him because he's not the most tech savvy. Even then, he learns only what he needs to learn, like clothes shopping. He doesn't do social media. He's very much this meme when it comes to the internet:
headcanons, volume one.
a series of randomly assorted headcanon questions for character development. feel free to adjust or expand on any questions when sending and specify muse if you're sending to a multi.
☕ : how does your muse take their coffee or tea? what does their average coffee shop order look like? 🌨️ : how does your muse react to snow? do they want to stay huddled up inside where it's warm, or do they want to go out and play in it? 💝 : what is your muse's love language? how do they usually convey it? ⚖️ : does your muse trust their own judgement? what kind of situations would cause them to freeze up with indecision? 🧺 : what life skill was the hardest for your muse to learn once they were out on their own? 🍸 : does your muse drink alcohol? if so, what kind and how often? if not, why? 💪 : describe your muse's body language, how do they tend to stand idly, what do they do when they're bored, etc. 🎨 : what is your muse's favorite art medium to use? what do they do with it? 🔋 : how does your muse like to recharge, physically, mentally or spiritually? 🐉 : if your muse could be any mythical or supernatural being, which do you think they would be and why? 👻 : if your muse could live the life of anyone else for a day, who would they choose? what would they hope to learn about this person? 🩰 : does your muse know how to dance? do they learn routines, or do they improvise? what styles of dance do they prefer? 💎 : if you could describe your muse as any gemstone or mineral, which would they be and why? 🧨 : does your muse have attention seeking tendencies? how far are they willing to go to get it? ⚽ : does your muse have any favorite sports? do they play any sports, or do they just spectate? 🐈 : is your muse conscious of online trends and memes? 🥀 : describe a time in your muse's life where they were dishonest, either with themselves, or others. 💸 : what is the most valuable thing your muse has ever broken? 💍 : does your muse carry any good luck charms or other memorable trinkets? what makes this item significant to them? 🤝 : what does loyalty mean to your muse? 🏹 : does your muse know how to use any weapons? which ones? what is the most unconventional item that your muse has ever armed themselves with? 🫗 : what would it take for your muse to lose their appetite? 🎁 : how does your muse respond when they don't like a gift they've received? 🌌 : would your muse rather explore outer space or the deep sea? why? would they be afraid of either or both of these places for any reason? 🎥 : does your muse know any movies or books by heart? which ones? why do they like them so much?
Setting down a couple of the samplers for him with a little note under each to label the teas as they were, as well as specific notes to each of them.
Smiling at the offer, Tabor looked over the little baker. "I'll bring her recipe book tomorrow. For now, work on what's best for you. There's no need to overthink the rest, I think. Tea and treats always go over well, regardless. It would be nice to be able to start doing afternoon teas again here. When I was younger, we used to sometimes have people come in all dressed up in frills with their hair and makeup nicely done to have fancy tea and snacks," he chuckled. "It would be nice to bring it back to that."
"Afternoon teas? Really?" Alec asked, his eyes bright, widening significantly. It was easy to tell that even his ears perked up under his hat. "I'd love afternoon teas!" But as quickly as he'd shown excitement, he'd bottle it right back up, looking rather... ashamed. He hadn't even been that boisterous or loud. He was just so used to stuffing himself away in such a tiny metaphorical box.
He quickly turned his attention back to the samplers, shoulders slumped in as if he could make himself any smaller than he already was. "I'm- I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to get so loud." The deer had gotten so quiet, even more so than his usual soft voice.
"I've just always wanted to do that....." He chewed at his lower lip. "They seemed fun..."
"Hm. I guess I would've thought that if you only ever have one person to talk to you'd get over hating someone really quickly. Like... I can't imagine living alone like that forever. That would be the kind of thing that would make me grumpy. I can just imagine being the grumpiest ghost of all if I had no one to talk to, or who could hear me."
Cal couldn't help but laugh at the idea of grumpy trees, though, leaving her watching him with a bright expression. "Well that's exciting! We should do our best to let the trees know what we're looking for when we visit them, then. Maybe they can help too, in some way. Not that I can speak to trees but... I dunno, maybe."
"Well ghosts are very different, I think. I don' think they always have the like... the brain to thinking about things? It depends how attached their soul is or not... if it's corrupted... it's not like they have a physical brain anymore. Logical thinking goes right out the window." Robin nodded. "But that's kinda why some of them get so nasty. The isolation. They lose themselves and it doesn' just come back."
The snake pondered on the thought of the trees. "Just cos we can't understand them doesn't mean they don' get what we mean. Trees talk back to my friend all the time. Sometimes they pass stuff along! Trees warn my friend of danger all the time. Maybe they can pass other stuff along too. It's worth a try." He thought it was a good idea in any case.
Ramon Tikaram as Terence McCann in Brassic, season 3
part 8
"Coffee made well isn't bitter," Beryl chuckled, shaking his head. "But it sounds like you've already made up your mind on that particular subject. And there's no need to take offence—I was trying to acknowledge and work with your impairment. Save biting for when it's needed."
Still, he leaned against the counter to listen to the bird ramble off his situation. It sounded like he was more than a little too used to having to justify himself and his methods of working around his... well, his disability, he supposed, as nontraditional as it was. Reaching out, he gently ruffled Michael's hair.
"Don't get yourself too worked up about it. Keep doing what you need to do to make shit make sense, and we'll find out if the damage can heal. If not, at least you've got a system in place to work with."
Michael was more than used to having to be defensive. While Jackson and most of his pack understood, it was anyone else. It's not like he could always explain it all to everyone, especially when humans were involved. It was just a frustrating situation and a sore spot.
He managed to settle a bit, the little tension he had releasing by the time Beryl had finished. He would really like to believe he meant it. Even if he didn't, it was still nice to hear. Not everyone accepted it, taking all of it as just a stupid excuse.
"I'm gonna try."
He shook his head of the whole idea, not wanting to sit with it any longer.
"So, uh, you have a pinterest account? I was thinking of making a shared board or something to make the whole stage and outfit thing easier." Believe it or not, it seemed the bird was capable of forward thinking. The caffeine was apparently kicking in.
Physical Detail Ask Meme:
Σ(゚Д゚;): Have they ever sprained or broken their leg before? How about their arm? What was the story behind it?
╰(*´︶`*)╯: Do they appreciate hugs? Would they prefer to give hugs or receive hugs? What kind of hugs do they like to receive and/or give?
ಠಿ_ಠ: Do they look up or down when they are trying to recollect something?
ヽ( ´O`): What is their body language like when sleepy?
(Д゚≡゚Д゚): When they are surprised by somebody do they physically jump? Scream?
(⸝⸝⸝ ̑ ̑⸝⸝⸝): Does their face get red after they drink?
(„ᵕᴗᵕ„): Does their face turn red when embarrassed? If so, how else do they react when embarrassed? (I.E. Shifting of weight upon foot, etc.)
( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ»: Do they have a sensitive spot/s?
(〇o〇;): What is their body language like when they are stressed? Do they try and hide the fact that they are stressed? How do they recover from said stress?
ಠ-ಠ: Do they like it when people touch their hair?
(ノ≧ڡ≦): Do they like to show affection by physically teasing? (I.E: Shoulder punches, etc.)
♪⁽⁽٩( ᐖ )۶⁾⁾ ₍₍٩( ᐛ )۶₎₎♪: How are they like when they dance? Are they stiff? Fluid? A good dancer? Do they prefer to dance with a lot of others, with one other person, or alone?
ง ( ⌓̈ )ง: Are they physically strong when it comes to fights?
(´∀`): Do they laugh when they get nervous?
ಥoಥ: How are they like when they cry? Do they just stream tears nonstop? Does their nose get clogged to the point that it’s hard to breathe? Is it easy for them to speak when they are sobbing? Do they hiccup when they cry?
ಸヮಸ: Do they lean back or forward when they laugh hard? Do they snort? Slap their knee? Do that seal-esque clap? Do they often laugh to the point that you can’t hear their laugh anymore?
「(°ヘ°): How does one calm them down when they are freaking out? Do they prefer physical comfort, or would they rather be left alone?
⊙.☉: Does their voice get an octave higher when they lie? Does it crack?
( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡): Does having somebody stroke their head make them feel relaxed?
(ꈍᴗꈍ)ε`*): Do they prefer kisses on the cheek? Forehead? What about neck kisses?
(-.-): How should one wake them up? Do they get out of bed easily?
(ó﹏ò。): Are there any foods that make their stomach upset?
She scrunched up her nose as she looked up at Lor, "You think I got Stockholm Syndrome or something?" Picking at her sweater sleeve she'd consider what he was getting at and couldn't really find anything inside that would make her feel as though she caught feelings for Lorcan outside of the organic way one does. Sure, they were practically roommates at that point, their proximity for her safety was paramount, but she had her freedom and could come and go - with eyes on her - but it wasn't all that bad. She didn't feel threatened or unsafe.
This was actually the most stable and secure environment Elyse had been in, so Lorcan's suggestion that she had crafted her love out of duress had her feeling a bit confused.
Heart thrumming happily at the confirmation that he wanted to be exclusive she would laugh lightly, “It don't matter if you're the best boyfriend, only that you're mine." She was a bit more versed at socializing than Lor, but by no means more graceful or less awkward about it. "I haven't been in a relationship before either, so we're gonna be navigating this ship blind. Most I know about relationships are from sitcoms or really gooey- rom-coms - and I don't think those accurately emulate real life."
"Well no- I mean...." The wolf sighed, shaking his head. "Look, I don't know." He rubbed at his face wth the hand that wasn't resting around her shoulders. He let his head fall backward against the top of the couch. There wasn't a point in going into it more than they already had. It's not like he didn't wan't this to happen. He just needed to shut up, about it.
"No, I don' think almost any media portrays relationship accurately. Honestly, closest I've seen is my Dad's relationship. You would't believe how much Jackson made Austin work his ass off." Lor laughed a little. "Austin was persistent as hell. I would have thought it would have been the other way around."
"I wasn't here for it, but I sure got the scoop on it from Dante."
He chewed at the inside of his cheek. "I don't know that I've ever seen a better relationship than theirs'. It's a pretty high standard they've set.... But I can try my best." He offered.
Tynan wasn't used to being treated so affectionately. Normally he avoided physical affection from most people, especially strangers. But in his vulnerable dream state, he couldn't help but feel comforted by the soft touch.
The reassurances that, even in the waking world, Val would come to help him if the entity showed itself, were also a comfort to Tynan, even if he wasn't sure he believed it. If it was a lie that his brain was telling him, it was a nice one, and it helped him calm down.
Even though he didn't understand the words spoken in promise, Tynan nodded and allowed Val to kiss his hand. He couldn't help but blush a bit. It felt weird being treated like... well, all he could compare it to was the knights in fairy tales kissing the princess's hand after rescuing her. He was being treated like a princess and it was very much not something he was used to. This was a weird dream... but not a bad one.
"Um... thank you," Tynan said awkwardly, looking to the side and downward with a nervous bite of his lower lip. "You're um... Not going to leave now, are you?" he asked, secretly hoping the dream wouldn't end too fast. He liked this Val character he'd dreamed up and didn't want him to go. Maybe if he was lucky, he'd dream of him again.
"Hm? No, of course not. I will stay as long as you wish or until you wake, Whichever comes first... preferably the latter of the two." Val answered with a smile, though perhaps a little smugness tugged at the corners of his lips.
For not courting anyone in over a hundred years, it seems he hadn't exactly lost his touch. He was glad that being so old fashioned still worked in his favor, he wasn't so sure it would be near so successful as it was turning out to be.
"Now, let's get your mind off that pathetic creature, hm?" He suggested. "What is it you would like to do? It can be anything at all. I am quite masterful in the realm of dreams." He offered. "Unless I am unaware of what it is, of course. I do have some limitations." He chuckled.
"Tell me what you desire, Mo ghràdh?"
Ramon Tikaram as Terence McCann in Brassic, season 3
part 10
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Elyse strained to understand what Robin had said because he spoke so fast. Instead she focused on how intimately the snake handled her very stoic and unwavering brother. This was all so new to her.
She smiled warmly though as Robin explained how Ethan took care of him. He was good for that, she knew from childhood. “I’ll meet you half way and say he’s a good guy some of the time. Thank you for keeping him safe, I don’t know what I’d do without him.”
The emotion was suffocating and Ethan shifted on his feet. “Good we got that taken care of.” Not bringing more attention to the snake that was invading his whole being the hunter would turn the tide on his sister. “Do we get to meet your boyfriend? Leslie had a lot of nice things to say about him. But we both know her taste is kinda skewed.”
It was El’s turn to sweat. “I dunno, you’re kinda a threat and all.” It was half jest but full caution. “I just found out about all your *traveling* and it’s still hard for me to process that that’s what you’ve been doing all this time.”
“That’s fair.” Ethan breathed, “The invitations there.”
El figured Lorcan was close by, how close she didn’t exactly know. If he wanted to meet Ethan he was more than welcome to, if not Elyse would retreat and reconvene with her brother when her head wasn’t spinning with all of the new information she learned that day.
Lorcan was close enough. He was always close enough. Despite the worst of all their issues with that other pack supposedly being over, he still worried.
"A threat?" Lor said, coming out from where he'd initially been to give the pair, now trio, some space to reunite. "I hardly think so." The smile was certainly forced and his jaw was quite certainly clenched. "Give me some credit, El. I can take ghosts, remember?" His tone wasn't threatening, but he was sure to make sure the hunter knew he wasn't afraid of him.
The fact was, the only reason he'd not taken Ethan to the ground yet was the reptilian man who seemed to be attached to him. This Robin seemed nice enough. He wasn't sure he bought the whole story, not from Ethan's side anyway. In his experience, hunters were crafty. It wouldn't the first time another supernatural creature was taken advantage of. But for El's and Robin's sake, he'd give him the fairest shot he could muster. The skewed comment wasn't helping the hunter any right now.
He held out a hand, being polite. "Lorcan."
Luckily for everyone involved, Robin stepped in first, ignoring the hand and going straight in for a hug. "M' Robin! Wow! You're warmer than Ethan!!!" The snake grinned. "El, you sure don't need a heater!!"
Lor awkwardly patted Robin's back in a half hug, rather taken aback. "He always this much of a hugger?" He asked.