in the 𝔟𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔶𝔞𝔯𝔡.

𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔱 ꂠꈼꈼꉣ.

[boneherd]

𝙸𝙵 𝙰𝙳𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙰 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴 …

leonora ‘leo’ rebecca gardiner.   the eldest daughter & youngest sister. 

[robin-buckely]

THE MUMMY (1999) dir. Stephen Sommers

[souplove]

sitting in the sun. yes it's gonna take all day. sorry.

[acecroft]

JESSICA BIEL as Erin in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003)

[boneherd]

"oh —" she murmurs softly, taking in her weathered appearance. her scars. the furrow in her brow. "that's okay, sof," leo's hands lift slowly, her knuckles gently brushing the soft skin of her cheek, ready to catch any tears that promise to break through her will. leaning, leo's lips press to her forehead, a soft gesture of comfort. or an attempt, at least.

when she pulls back, leo's posture softens, slumps to match her height ... her ability to hold eye contact makes up for what sofie lacks, but it generally ends in leo gazing at eyes that can't meet hers.

not like this.

"what do i do?" she asks, her fingers hovering between them. "where do we charge them?" leo knows they're expensive, state of the art, definitely — even with their experimental batteries, leo knows they have to be the best of the best. 

"i'm sorry i distracted you," leo offers quickly. "i mean, i was enjoying it ..." a smile graces her face, pulls her cheeks up. with a tilt of her head, she tries to coax a smile from sof, too. "but next time, we can set a reminder ... " i know you hate asking. 

@betrayale ♡

[boneherd]

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ SYMBOL HEADCANON QUESTIONS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

EVERYDAY LIFE / DOMESTIC

📋 : how organized is your muse?

✅ : what do they pretend to have together that they don't?

🕰️ : what time do they naturally wake up when no one needs them?

☕ : what's their morning ritual, and what happens when it's disrupted?

🧺 : how often do they do laundry?

🪞 : do they look at themselves in mirrors, or avoid them? why?

🍽️ : do they eat to survive, for pleasure, or as comfort?

🏠 : what part of their living space reflects them the most?

🌱 : do they keep plants, and are those plants alive?

🧼 : what's something they're weirdly particular about being clean?

📺 : what do they put on when they don't want to think?

SOCIALIZATION / CONNECTION

🗣️ : are they better one-on-one, or in groups?

📱 : do they text back immediately, or let messages rot?

🫥 : how often do they pretend to be fine to keep the peace?

🎭 : how different are they with strangers versus people they trust?

🤝 : do they make friends easily, or accidentally?

🧠 : what do they assume people think about them?

🌘 : how hard is it to really know them?

🎉 : do they enjoy social events, or endure them?

🪑 : are they the type to leave early without saying goodbye?

INTROSPECT / INTERNAL LANDSCAPE

🕵️‍♀️ : how often does your muse think about death?

🧩 : what part of themselves do they not understand yet?

🫀 : what emotion scares them the most?

👣 : do they believe they deserve good things?

🧱 : what walls are they aware of building? which ones are they not aware of?

🕳️ : what do they spiral about at night?

📉 : what's their most common self-criticism?

💀 : do they trust their own memories?

🌊 : what emotion do they drown in when they're alone?

PERSONAL / DEEP / TRAUMA-ADJACENT

🩸 : what wound shaped them the most, even if they won't admit it?

🔥 : what moment do they replay when they're ashamed?

🧷 : who failed them first?

🕯️ : what do they grieve that no one else sees as a loss?

🪤 : what pattern do they keep falling back into?

🧨 : what pushes them past the point of restraint?

🧬 : what did they inherit emotionally from their caregivers?

🕶 : what lie do they tell themselves to survive?

🩹 : what actually helps them heal, even if it's unhealthy?

HABITS / VICES / COPING

🚬 : what vice do they justify the most?

🍺 : do they drink to socialize, numb, or celebrate?

💊 : what's their relationship with substances, past or present?

🏃 : do they move their body to feel alive or to punish it?

🛏️ : how do they sleep when things are bad?

🎧 : what kind of music gets them through the worst days?

🖊️ : do they write things down or let thoughts rot in their head?

☔️ : do they intellectualize pain instead of feeling it?

🕳️ : what habit would unravel them if taken away?

SEXUALITY / INTIMACY

🫠 : is it easy for them to get turned on, or do they need emotional safety first?

💞 : do they separate sex and feelings, or blur them dangerously?

🛑 : what's an immediate turn-off for them?

🔥 : do they crave intensity or stability?

🤲 : do they like being in control, or giving it up?

🪶 : are they gentle with people they desire?

🍒 : how do they feel about their own body during intimacy?

🎱 : what do they need to feel wanted?

🔒 : do they guard intimacy, or give it too freely?

💔 : have they ever used sex to avoid something?

MORALITY / CHOICES

⚖️ : what line will they never cross?

🩶 : what line have they already crossed and justified? or regret?

🧭 : do they believe they're a good person?

🔪 : what would they do if survival demanded cruelty?

🪙 : what do they value more, loyalty or truth?

🚪 : who would they abandon if forced to choose?

🕊️ : do they believe in forgiveness? for themselves? in others?

🧨 : what would make them snap permanently?

📜 : what promise do they regret making?

🪦 : what hill would they die on?

[boneherd]

guys. i love leo.

[boneherd]

she thought it would take some time to adapt to the sudden presence of another person in her space, but it really doesn't feel any different. the thing leo has always cherished the most about sofie is how she can be alone ... with her. no effort to entertain. no performative relaxation. 

"hey," she responds, shifting her reading glasses up into her hair as she takes in sofie's appearance. her posture is shrunken, somehow appearing younger. frightened. like she's coming to tell leo there's a monster under her bed. "sof — of course, what's wrong?" scooting toward the edge of the bed, leo's steps are quick. 

she fawns over her, always has — moreso now than before, but she enjoys it. not everyone would or could understand their connection, how being the one to care for sofie is a privilege ... seeing her bare ... vulnerable and broken is an honor.

one leo takes seriously. 

"what do you need?"

[boneherd]

she left, and took the colors with her

@betrayale ♡

[boneherd]

"mhm," she hums a confirmation while she watches the way her face shows the cogs turning behind her eyes. "i got a popcorn maker ... i mean, it's totally unnecessary, but when it's dinner most nights —" leo rolls her eyes, but her smile returns. "which means you've got a ton of flavor combos to try ... you ever mix it with milk duds?" watching her expression, leo waits for a hint of recognition. "y'know, those tiny —" her fingers gesture in the air. "chocolate caramels?" 

[boneherd]

leo's eyes dare to widen, her brows lifting in authentic surprise. a question balances on the tip of her tongue — do you live under a rock? — but politeness reigns. "looks like we've got a movie night coming up, then," she says instead, offering the blonde a grin. "they're fun! we'll have fun. we'll make a whole ... thing of it, popcorn and all. you in?" 

[flowerblr]

THE SECRET GARDEN (1993) dir. Agnieszka Holland

[phoebetonkinweb]

PHOEBE TONKIN by Daphne Nguyen for RUSSH Magazine (2025)

[losthavenmine]

Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)

[illmadekn1ght]

every day it gets harder to have a relaxed jaw and decent posture

[boneherd]

leo's gaze travels to her prosthetic digits, masked by elegant gloves — the kind her mother wears — knowing they'd be trembling if they could. she wants to reach out and take one, hold sofie's hand in her own, and gently smooth over her knuckles — would it offer a hint of phantom comfort? would it only serve as a reminder of what she lost? regardless of what leo does next, she's certain she'll offer both comfort and stark reminders. it's not lost on her that she's one of the few surviving people to know sofie in many forms ...

mentally, and now physically. they survived the awkward shift from adolescence to adulthood — linked arms through the devastation they've both waded. there aren't many scars on leo's body that sofie hasn't witnessed the birth of. she held her hand through the process of unearthing her family secrets, talked her off the ledge when she learned her older sister was actually her mother. 

if she has a bad day, it's sofie's number she dials.

"you never need to call first," she tells her, though she's thankful now that she's home — the thought of sofie showing up to find the house empty makes her want to cry, too. seeing her chin wobble in sheer vulnerability pricks leo's nose, makes it tingle and burn until her eyes beg to join in. what can she say? ' you've still got your health! ' does she? her livelihood is gone, her ... person. while their conversations about love and companionship are few and far between, leo knows. she knows sofie's love life surrounded one person, one woman — coming out was never necessary. 

reaching out, leo's finger trails the fabric of her gloves, her lips curled ever so slightly in the corners. her hand doesn't linger, doesn't let the lack of feeling settle in before her hand brushes sofie's hair off her shoulder. "well, i know who you are — and you're staying here until you figure it out for yourself, too. how’s that sound?”