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Could we get some parental Percy and Ramsey? If not that’s fine
PARENTAL PERCY + RAMSEY HEADCANONS
synopsis… Percy and Ramsey as your parents
ft. Percival “Percy” King, Ramsey Murdoch, Howie Honeyglow (mentioned), Meryl Lockhart (mentioned), Sergeant Eros (mentioned)
tags… parental imagine, Percy and Ramsey’s relationship is unspecified, goofy family shenanigans, some anime campaign references but no spoilers, relationship study
word count… 702
a/n… I FINALLY GOT MY WRITING SPOONS BACK BAYBEYYYYYY. Apologies for the long hiatus, but I hope you all enjoy these imagines! ✧ 🦄
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Even if Ramsey is your actual father, he still gets treated at least a little bit like a weird uncle that the rest of the family doesn’t want you associating with.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Despite some general banter, Percy trusts Ramsey with your care quite a lot after he helped her in Redwood Run, and is always fair and never presumptuous. She has quite a few ground rules, some of them a bit odd, but never unfair.
“Uhhh….Percy?” Ramsey’s confusion was met by the policewoman’s polite smile.
“Yes? Is there something you’d like to ask me about the rules?”
A nod. “Just one thing.” Despite the fact that she couldn’t see what he was pointing to, the Australian pointed to one of the lines with his index finger. “I think ‘no crayons of debauchery’ is a bit unnecessary.”
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Your time between the two is divvied up almost perfectly evenly, as expected of Percy’s scheduling. Sometimes, Ramsey can even go somewhere with you as long as an officer (typically Percy) accompanies you.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 On occasion, you’ll also get ‘babysat’ by Meryl or Sergeant Eros when both your parents are unavailable. Meryl can be a bit…jumpy, but typically well meaning. And Eros will let you ride shotgun if he takes you to work with him (given that the work is appropriate and something you can tag along for).
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Ramsey makes drawings of your OCs and Percy hangs them on her fridge. It’s kind of comical to see your fursona or the like hung up in her otherwise rather plain kitchen, but it’s also a sweet reminder of how she’s invested in your interests.
“I must admit, I am curious.” You perked your head up at the sound of your mother’s voice, watching as she admired one of the papers hung up with a magnet on her fridge. When she was done examining the drawing like it was some sort of specimen, she’d stand up to her full height and look your way. “Why am I drawn as a beaver in this picture?”
“Oh,” you explained between bites of food, “I always thought if you were an animal, that’s what you’d be, because you make all kinds of buildings when you’re working.”
This answer seemed to leave her pleased, almost glowing in response to your perception of her. With a hand over her heart, she spoke in a calm voice. “Ah, the beaver. Truly an industrious creature. Nature’s architect, presiding over the flowing waters, arbiting their path….”
….Well, that probably meant she was happy about the fursona you came up for her.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 I wouldn’t call Percy overprotective per se, but she is very cautious. Like if you want to ride a bike, she’ll make sure you have a helmet, knee pads, elbow pads, shoulder pads….overall, just makes sure to take all possible safety measures in a situation. She’ll never stop you from doing something you want to do within reason, she’ll just make sure she’s there to keep an eye on you.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You’ve also likely met Howie once or twice because he’s a good friend (slash business rival) of Percy’s. He gave you a honeyed snack once. It tasted good, but the texture is…..questionable.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Despite Percy being classic lawful good, Ramsey can actually be the more reasonable one, aka having more common sense in a situation. Sometimes, parent-child bonding is just being surrounded by wackiness while both expressing complete and utter exasperation.
“Hey dad, do you know what is happening right now at all?” You loved your mother to death, but her idea of a ‘fun activity’ could often be rather strange. Like now, where she was currently trying to enforce road safety laws to the Mario Kart CPUs. While losing.
All the man could do was shake his head and crack a grin. “Eh, just roll with it, kiddo. You get used to it after a while.”
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 They both give headpats, but Percy’s are a sort of stiff “pat pat” while Ramsey’s is more of a noogie that messes up your hair. You don’t have the heart to say either one is better than the other, though.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 They’re both wonderful, really. Both a little weird, but that’s part of what makes your family so great.
I was just busy doing homework when I started thinking about epithet characters (who am I kidding, I think about them all the time LMAO). And then Sheriff Gorou just popped up in my head and then WOAH BIG BRAIN MOMENT!! What if he was friends with a prisoner reader? They can eat donuts and drink pinecones together :)
Hope you all have a great day/evening!!
-Ryan
HANGING OUT
synopsis… hanging out with sheriff gorou
ft. sheriff gorou
tags… platonic, fluff, nothing much happens you just hang out
word count… 662
a/n… I LIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FOR A LITTLE BIT. BEEN INCREDIBLY BUSY WITH ASSIGNMENTS BUT IPAD IS OUT OF BATTERY RIGHT NOW SO I'M WRITING THIS WHILE IT RECHARGES. ENJOY THE GOOFY ✧ 🦇
“So, how do you drink these?”
“I don’t know! But it’s the only drink we have here in Redwood Run!”
“... And the well?”
“Oh! It’s completely dry!”
Sheriff Gorou’s hearty laugh echoed in the small cabin he had made his headquarters in the city in the middle of the woods. You stood behind some not-very-sturdy metal bars with a pinecone in your hands, a straw had been jammed in the thing. Gorou had brought it for you from the tavern when you had asked him to bring you a drink to share. He had a pinecone of his own, and he was unsuccessfully trying to try from the straw stuck in it.
You watched him with an amused smile from your spot in the cabin, jumping slightly when he handed you a donut from the box that rested on his desk.
“Here!” He stated with an enthusiastic tone, “Can’t have a drink without a snack!” He smiled at you, and you couldn’t help but let out a small, amused giggle as you took the sweet treat from his hands, “Why thank you.”
Somehow, Gorou managed to have a box of fresh donuts on his desk every morning. You weren’t quite sure where they came from, as the old man from the tavern didn’t seem like someone who’d take interest in baking, and Redwood Run didn’t quite have a bakery. You wondered if he had lied to you about his epithet (that, of course, he had told you about straight away), and it was actually “Donut” instead of “Bluster”, and it let him have a fresh box of the things every morning. They were incredibly tasty and somehow still a bit warm- but this wasn’t surprising, despite being in the middle of the woods, the clearing Redwood Run found itself in was often subject to the light of the high sun, making everything in the small city and its houses warm. It was like the city was stuck at the high noon of a western movie.
And if that was the aesthetic it was going for, Sheriff Gorou stuck out like a sore thumb, with his bright ginger hair and beard, the latter adorned with all sorts of sprinkles, and his happy go lucky attitude; everyone in the city was a criminal, after all! Even you! Why do you think you were hanging out in the sheriff’s cabin, behind the bars of the only cell in the entire town? He didn’t even catch you himself- you turned yourself in! You just felt a little bad that he never seemed to be able to do his job right.
But life in that single cell ended up not being so bad.
Gorou was a nice guy to be around, and you never got bored hearing his repeated stories or watching him gift guns to whoever stepped inside the cabin, even if they did so by accident.
“That guy over there seems new,” You commented after taking a bite of your donut and gesturing to someone outside with a nod. Gorou turned in the direction you pointed to, and he noticed a Banzai Blaster that seemed to be quite lost.
“He does!” He commented,
“Do you think I should go give him a gun? As a welcome gift?”
“Nah, I wanna see how long he goes without one. Also, he didn’t come in here.”
“Hmm… You’re right!”
Gorou shrugged and smiled as he leaned back in his chair, trying to prop his feet up on the desk, but failing and almost falling backwards. You couldn’t help but snicker as he regained his balance and composure, his cheeks red from embarrassment for almost falling like that in front of you.
“Aw, come on,” You cooed with a smile “You’ll be able to do it someday. I believe in ya, sheriff.”
Gorou gained his big smile again, his round cheeks peeking from under his beard.
“Why thank ya! You’re the nicest inmate I’ve ever had! And the only one!”
hihi i was wondering if u could do something for parental epithet ramsey ?? (specifically a black poc kid if u could)
FAMILY PORTRAIT
synopsis… Ramsey draws a portrait of you and wins an argument on the internet.
ft. Ramsey Murdoch
tags… epithet erased, fluff, familial pairing, banter, reader is black, reader and Ramsey live together, reader is implied to also be an artist
word count… 907
a/n… I myself am not black, so if anything in here is inaccurate or could use improvement, you can let us know! I know how much it sucks to not feel represented in fics, so I wanna make everyone feel as welcome as possible on this blog ✧ 🦄
Ramsey could hear your sigh from across the room.
“What is it, kiddo?” From the slight reflection in his drawing tablet, his one eye could spot where you laid on his bed, scrolling on your phone while facing away with him.
“Nothing important.” You wanted to scroll away from the irritating reply, but something kept you staring at it with a foul expression. “Whenever I post about how it isn’t hard to just draw more black characters, there’s always someone in the replies going ‘oh, but it is hard though’!” You did a high, nasally voice of what you imagined some stranger on the internet with a bad opinion to sound like.
At first, Ramsey didn’t say anything at all. Did he even hear you? But eventually, you heard the sound of his chair turning around, causing you to look over your shoulder. Your absolute gerbil of a father sat there with the cockiest grin on his face, leaving you totally clueless as to what would come out of his mouth next.
“Stay still, I’ll prove ‘em wrong.”
Blink. “Whaddya mean?”
By the time those words had escaped your mouth, your dad had already turned back around and opened a blank canvas on his screen. “I’ll do like, a quick sketch. A five minute one or something. Then I’ll post it, because it’s not that hard and anyone who says it is is wrong and they deserve to know how wrong they are.”
Not the words you were expecting to hear. At the same time, though….you weren’t opposed to it.
“You’re saying you want to help me win an argument against someone I don’t know on the internet?”
His golden eye almost seemed to gleam with mischief at the notion. “Ain’t I such a cool dad?”
……Well, it’s not like you could say no to that. So instead, you sighed and tossed your phone onto a pillow, propping yourself up on your elbow and smiling at the man you called your father. “Sure, let’s go with that.”
Once you’d given him express approval, the scammer slash furry artist resumed his position of being hunched over his tablet all too eagerly. Despite his almost childish glee, the movements of his hand were still precise, almost effortlessly so. It was never something you really mentioned to him or anything, since he’d probably get all smug about it, but it was a skill you hoped you’d be able to hone one day, too.
It was a comfortable silence, at least, between Ramsey’s reminders of “no peeking!” as he covered the canvas with his other hand. Even if the anticipation was gnawing at you a little, you felt….relaxed. Fading evening light spilled through the gaps in the blinds, and you could faintly hear the sound of a fan running in the background. It was a quiet evening with no responsibilities, nothing to do. Just you and your weird dad.
Speaking of said weird guy….
“You done?”
“Yeah, almost.” His pen strokes were getting smaller than before, probably adding the minute details after blocking out the basic shapes at the beginning. “Just need to clean this up a bit aaaand….” With surprising dexterity, he flipped his pen in his hand to do some quick erasing. “Yeah! Looks good.”
With a quick mutter of “lemme see”, you scuttled over to your father’s desk to peek at the final product, so to speak. Now that you were standing right next to him, the Australian seemed almost sheepish.
Scratching the back of his neck with one hand, he would say, “I maaaybe stylized it a bit, so it isn’t a one to one, but I thought it would be cute!”
…..It was. It was cute.
As your eyes scanned over the rough sketch, you noticed all the little details that you hardly thought about when you looked at yourself, but Ramsey seemed to have recorded with surprising accuracy. Your facial features, body proportions, hairstyle, and overall form were all mostly blocked out with simple shapes, but even then, there was something about the way Ramsey used them that gave it so much personality. Your personality.
“This is how you see me?”
“Yeah.” His response was so quick that you doubt he even questioned it. It just came naturally to him. “It’s easy to draw you, mostly ‘cause I see you every day, but also ‘cause I love you. I mean, It’s beyond easy to draw what you love, you know?”
….That was beyond corny, even for him. That’s what you wanted to say out of your own embarrassment, but he was just so….casual about it that you didn’t wanna ruin the moment.
In your trance of trying to think of what to say next, you noticed something.
“I was smiling?”
Ramsey cocked a brow. Did he think you’d already known that? “Yeah. Why?” After a pause, his ratty features took on a more playful expression, and he scooched over to give you a light bump with your elbow. “Whaaat, is it so surprising that you’d be havin’ fun with your old man?”
Laughter rose up from your chest like bubbles, making it hard to speak while you retaliated with a little shove of your own. “Shut up, I’d just spaced out! Quit being a drama queen!”
“What’s wrong with men being queens, eh? Aren’t I allowed to express myself?”
Internet argument aside, you definitely feel like you won today.
synopsis… You share an apartment with Xerxes Roughhouse
ft. Xerxes Roughhouse
tags… anime campaign, fluff, can be read as romantic or platonic, domestic scenarios, roommate headcanons, reader keeps Xerxes from working himself to death, established relationship, no actual spoilers for anything
word count… 866
a/n… This is how I reveal my Xerxes bias. Him and Jericho are my #1 anime campaign chrs and I love them so so much I’m sealing them in plastic capsules and shaking them around ✧ 🦄
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You may or may not be the only thing reminding him to eat sometimes.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Xerxes is admittedly….not the greatest at taking care of himself, so having you as a roommate certainly does help a bit with that.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 In terms of completing tasks when others are relying on him, he never fails or hesitates. But he can tend to be so focused on productivity and serving those he cares about that he neglects himself. A lot.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Plus, man is used to living with a lot of people since he grew up with such a big family, so even if he prefers to have quiet time to himself after work, he appreciates having someone else around to ground him when he zones out overworking himself.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 That being said, he would do best with a quieter roommate. Though he can mesh with pretty much anyone as long as you don’t ignore the boundaries and ground rules he has, which he’s pretty clear on, so it’s hard to forget.
When you’d first agreed to move in with Xerxes, you very vividly remember the list of ground rules he had given to you shortly after. Most of them were pretty standard — no loud music late at night, clean up after yourself in the kitchen, rotate who does laundry……but a few stood out to you.
“Hey, Xerxes?” Without looking up at him, you pointed to one of the bullet points on the printed list. “Why did you feel the need to write ‘no indoor skateboard ramps’ and ‘no doomsday bunkers’?”
When your eyes darted up to his face, you could see a tiredness in his eyes unlike any other.
“You don’t want to know.”
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Aside from maybe being a bit uptight, Xerxes is fairly easy to live with — he’s organized, quiet, and very upfront with his expectations, so you don’t have to worry about dealing with a passive aggressive roomie.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 That being said, you try to sneakily do his chores for him most of the time since you know how much he overworks himself. Xerxes will insist you don’t have to do this, but the bags under his eyes suggest otherwise.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sometimes the man comes home and passes out the minute he steps through the door. Most days he doesn’t even get to bed and just passes out on the couch instead.
Finding Xerxes asleep in the lounge has become a bit of a routine occurrence, if not a somewhat concerning one. You knew that you couldn’t control his sleep schedule, let alone his much more concerning work schedule, so the least you could do is try to take care of him in the moment.
There was a blanket you always left draped over the back of the couch for occasions such as these. It felt surprisingly natural to grab it, shake it out a little, and drape it over your slumbering roommate. You’d have to wake him up before dinner and scold him about these unhealthy habits of his.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You typically rotate who makes dinner. Xerxes is a pretty alright cook, and no matter what your skills are, he’s always appreciative and rarely complains. Dinners don’t always have a lot of conversation, but neither of you mind. Comfortable silence is sort of a love language for you two.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You got matching aprons for the two of you for when you cook together, and he isn’t very outwardly expressive about it, but he thinks it’s just the sweetest thing ever.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Also, I’m convinced that he just owns several copies of the same outfit and that’s all he wears. He owns pajamas, but sleeps in his work clothes half the time anyway.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He acts indifferent if you steal one of his shirts, but he’s secretly endeared by it.
You were honestly worried the guy would kill you the first time he saw you in one of his stolen shirts. Not like Xerxes was at all the type of person to do a thing like that, but even someone who’s known him as long as you have could still find him intimidating sometimes.
Even so, all he did was give you a quick once over, sigh to himself and turn around without a word to hide his smile from you.
“Just throw it in with the other darks when you’re done.”
Maybe you should start doing this more regularly.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Even though you’re the one taking care of him most of the time, Xerxes is a dependable guy who keeps his promises, so he’ll always be there for you when you need it, just like you’ve been there for him.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Expect a blanket to be draped over you when you fall asleep somewhere, or breakfast left on the table for you when you slept in and he had to leave early. Sometimes, he doesn’t always have the time to say goodbye to you in person when he leaves for work, so he always makes sure to leave a note of some kind.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sometimes, he’ll accidentally write a “love you” at the end of them, being used to writing notes for his family.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You never bring it up to him verbally, but you try to show him that you care for him just as much.
synopsis… You celebrate Halloween with your favorite ghost! And Slim is there too, I guess.
ft. California Slim, Alcatraz
tags… anime campaign, Halloween shenanigans, can be read as platonic or romantic, banter (with Slim), Alcatraz in a dress because I said so, no spoilers but there’s a sneaky reference to something if you squint
word count… 831
a/n… Hello everyone! Hopefully I’ll be able to get around to some requests soon, but for now I wanted to provide you all with a special Halloween treat! ✧ 🦄
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Slim always just goes as himself. Never dresses up.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It’s great for him because it’s the one day of the year he can walk around in public without getting arrested.
You resisted rolling your eyes as yet another person commented on the “accuracy” of the man’s California Slim “costume”.
“You hear that?” He turned to you, grin wider than ever. “They praised my attention to detail. Got the mouth scar makeup juuuust right.” He would drag his finger over said scar to emphasize, only to burst out into laughter afterwards. “You should take a page from their book and appreciate my genius for once.”
“You mean your laziness? Keep dreaming.” Despite your sarcasm, you were smiling too.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Alcatraz, however. He HAS to dress up every year and Slim hates it.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Alcatraz enjoys wearing dresses and I will spout this propaganda until the end of time. This year he insisted on being Cinderella, and you wanted to support him, so you decided to try and match the theme somehow. Whether you dress as Prince Charming, or just throw on a pair of mouse ears and call it a day, he’s so happy that you want to participate!
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It’s a whole new kind of difficult to get this clunky set of armor into an extra large costume, but it’s worth it to see him admire himself in the mirror.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Slim mostly just whines and complains about Alcatraz and his childish costume ruining his “vibe”. But you retort that it helps him blend in better on Halloween, and he doesn’t bother to retort since as long as he’s getting candy he doesn’t care.
“Did we really have to bring him?”
Before you could even snap back at him, Al piped up politely. “Well, you can’t really help it anyway, so—“
“Wasn’t asking you.” Seeing that bantering with the ghost would get him nowhere as usual, Slim would instead sidle up to you and eye your pillowcase full of goodies with interest.
“Got any peanut brittle in there? Since you probably don’t want it anyway, I’ll just be a kind soul and take it off your hands ever so generously—“
“Hey! Don’t touch my stuff!”
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 My personal belief is that Slim is an absolute fiend for peanut butter. Especially peanut butter/chocolate combos. Stuff like Buckeyes especially are favorites.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Al can’t really eat candy, per se, but you can slot some skittles into his helmet and he’s just happy to be participating.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Conversely, if you’re giving out candy, do. Not. Let Slim do it. Just don’t
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He will scare the hell out of those poor kids, whether intentionally or unintentionally. Usually the former, though.
“Slim! Stop doing that!”
“What? They knocked on the door. They were asking for it.” Even as the potential trick or treaters ran in terror, he still had that shit eating grin plastered across his face like a decal. “You don’t actually wanna give all this candy away anyway, do you?”
“Yes I do, it’s called being nice. I am aware that you are unfamiliar, but at least try to get into a holiday spirit?”
And yet the actual murderer remained apathetic, rolling his (candy) cigarette between his fingers. “Hey, it’s called trick OR treat. Didn’t say it had to be treat.”
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Al is a delight, though. As long as you keep Slim in check, he loves being able to interact with the trick or treaters. He gets a range of compliments, from one kid telling him how cool it is that he was a knight and a princess at the same time, and even a little girl in a princess costume telling him they were matching. You’re pretty sure it made his entire year.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 After the trick or treating hours are over, you and Slim stay up super late on a movie marathon. He insists on criticizing all the slasher movies and pointing out the inaccuracy of the gore.
“There’s no way her arm would get cut clean off like that! You’d need a bone saw or something, not some wimpy scythe!”
You were quite used to your companion’s morbid musings, but that didn’t mean you had to like them. “Quit it, I’m trying to pay attention.”
“I mean, what kind of serial murderer even uses a scythe? Cosplaying as a reaper is not an excuse for inefficiency.”
“You are constantly dressing for a period piece and use a bat.”
“Hey, don’t you talk that way about Hollywood. She gets the job done!”
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He also eggs people’s houses. Mostly because he just doesn’t like them, but also for no reason at all. He just likes throwing eggs at the innocent and unsuspecting. Does some TP’ing too.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Wanted to egg his old boss’s house, but he ended up falling asleep on your shoulder. Plus, he doesn’t even remember who the guy is or where he lives, so all’s well that ends well.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Just make sure you wake up before him, or you might find your Halloween stash to be seriously diminished.
hihi um. i love the platonic sylvie imagines here,, could i request autistic sylvie hcs and/or sylvie with a reader his age whos special interest is also psychology…….
AUTISTIC SYLVIE THOUGHTS!
synopsis… Autistic traits Sylvie exhibits, and how he bonded with someone with a similar special interest!
ft. Sylvester “Sylvie” Ashling, Molly Blyndeff (mentioned)
tags… fluff, autism headcanon, i don't know anything about psychology save for basics oops
word count… 728
a/n… uhmmmm hiiii do you guys remember us… being an adult is difficult guys why do we do it. anyway. autism. i am not OFFICIALLY diagnosed myself (to which my friend immediately went "you were stimming so hard at the movie today bffr"), but i suspect i am and i also relate to sylvie so a good bit of this is projection ✧ 🦝
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Lovingly, have you seen this kid?
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It goes without saying that no one in Epithet Erased is neurotypical but we’re not here to discuss that today.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvie was diagnosed fairly early in life, some amount of time before he jumped a few grades.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He doesn’t really like acknowledging his diagnosis. Unfortunately, upon getting diagnosed, the most exposure he had to autism was his uncle, and characters that fit the "genius" stereotype on TV.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 So, of course, Sylvie absorbed the pretentiousness from these sources trying to learn about himself.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Like, is it not just canon that he uses the “neurodivergent and a minor” excuse to everything online?
“Huh–?” Molly blinks at Sylvie’s phone screen, opened on social media, but the way he chose to phrase the reply… “Sylvie, I-I don’t think you should say that sort of thing!”
“I’m literally neurodivergent and a minor. This ‘adult’ is the one arguing with ME!” Sylvie defends himself with a huff, missing the way Molly gives him a look that’s a mix between disappointment and disbelief.
Isn’t Sylvie always the one saying he isn’t a kid?
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvie didn’t really have a lot of friends as a child, considering how he tends to act around others. Pretentious and defensive – it’s hard to get through to the Sylvie that’s more vulnerable and actually nice. He’s mostly in environments of predominantly neurotypical people, and he finds himself in conflict of whether he should mask or not.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He finds his stims embarrassing for example. His most common ones are fiddling with and pushing up his glasses, pacing, talking to himself, and messing with his hair. He also flaps his hands when excited but tries to stop himself from doing so, calling it ‘childish.’
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 His biggest stim of all? Playing with his yo-yo. It’s also a comfort item. When commuting places or even just needing to do something with his hands, he’ll find himself using his yo-yo. He tries to say he wouldn’t die without it, but he’s definitely more tense if he can’t use it.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 His special interests include psychology (duh) and epithets. Things he can study. However, he has a hyperfixation on card games that comes and goes when it feels like it. Sylvie can be really distracted by games like Horizontal Pilot Command, so much that he can procrastinate on work, making him feel bad about it afterwards.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Meltdowns are “shamefully” common for Sylvie, and he needs a lot of time to ground himself. He usually keeps to his room and uses his sheep to rest on or surround himself with. The fluff is therapy sometimes.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 So socially, Sylvie struggles, it’s true. He knows it, but a little worm of denial in his head tries to say it’s because he’s superior to these people, or something like that. So, meeting someone who's similar to him means the world.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvie with low empathy, and a friend who has high empathy? Dynamic duo. Sylvie can wonder if he’s just a jerk due to his low empathy, and he can seek reassurance for it. A friend can help him feel less like a terrible person.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 His favourite joke is when someone asks him for something, he goes “no,” while doing exactly as asked.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvester meeting someone with a psychology special interest? He’s in literal heaven. Two little nerds keep talking about things that make even full grown adults feel dizzy listening to.
“Ah, like Pavlov,” you say with a nod when Sylvie finishes his study help suggestion. The chocolate in hand is an incentive to finish the page you’re scouring through.
Sylvie perks up. “Well, yeah! Behaviourism is really important in Pavlov’s theory. The more a behaviour is repeated, the more it affects the mind.”
“Mhm! Although I do like B. F. Skinner’s suggestion too,” comes your reply, and Sylvie feels his jaw fall slack at the fact you even know his name. “Stimulus first, then response, then reinforce that response.”
“Exactly!” Sylvie sits up, louder than you ever heard him. The study session was quickly brushed aside in favour for now bringing up the founders of behaviourism.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sylvie doesn’t know anyone else his age with his diagnosis, so it really opens his eyes being with you. And, not to mention, he finally has a friend who really gets him. Where would he be without you, eh? Or, so he jokes, but you can tell he’s serious.
Oh wowza we’re almost at 100 followers that’s insane!! We apologize for our lack of activity recently, we’ve all been quite busy with irl stuff; hopefully I can personally manage to write something this weekend! But still, thank you so much for your support everyone !!
if you want to know what's going on with lack of writing - 🦇 and i both finished ghost trick, are insane, and are forcing everyone else to also get into ghost trick. your requests will be answered soon we're just neurodivergent </3
if you want to know what's going on with lack of writing - 🦇 and i both finished ghost trick, are insane, and are forcing everyone else to also get into ghost trick. your requests will be answered soon we're just neurodivergent </3
could i request romantic electroswing (jericho x slim)? perhaps some post story fluff where slim is NOT dead canon is FAKE /lh
DON'T LEAVE.
synopsis… For being the fastest man alive, Jericho Felocity has been quite slow in realizing his feelings for a certain someone.
ft. california slim, jericho felocity, alcatraz
tags… fluff, pre relationship, pining, feelings realization
word count… 1568
a/n… THEIR SHIP NAME IS ELECTRO SWING I LOVE THAT SO MUCH WHAT?? Also you're so right canon is fake. Free real estate !! ✧ 🦇
Well, it was better than nothing.
After escaping prison, California Slim certainly couldn’t afford some luxurious apartment, or an apartment at all; so this abandoned one would have to do. Then, after a while, he would move to another one, and another one after that. Constantly on the run, like the criminal they thought he was.
He’d been alone since the escape; as alone as he could be, with the actual ghost of his past actually following him at all times, buzzing in his ear like an annoying mosquito he couldn’t get rid of. Alas, Alcatraz was no mosquito and there was no window he could shoo him out of, nor could he kill him with a rolled up newspaper.
He didn’t mind being alone, maybe. He thought he didn’t. He was never truly alone anyway. But…
He was still hoping for that phone call.
The one he had asked Jericho to give him after their successful escape from the Lockdown.
Despite being constantly on the run, he still had his own phone, as old and battered as it was.
He knew Jericho wasn’t one to waste time, either he was busy or just didn’t consider it worth it to call him. Which Slim found bitterly understandable.
He’d convinced himself of this notion: Jericho probably didn’t want anything more to do with him, being his cell mate had been enough for the fastest man alive. And yet Slim still couldn’t quiet the feelings that bubbled in his chest and burnt at his heart, like magma ready to explode.
It was ridiculous, honestly. He had convinced himself he couldn’t love anymore; that all that was left had been ejected from his body along with his epithet. Had he been wrong? He didn’t like being wrong.
And yet he kept finding himself reaching for his phone, keeping an ear out in case it would ring. Some part of him still hoped. Some part of him still ached.
It was another night of tending to Hollywood Boulevard and ignoring Alcatraz’s monologues when the familiar music caught his attention.
The tune of an old Frank Sinatra song that he used to listen to many years prior. Of course he had made it his ring tone.
The sudden echoing of the song had silenced everything else that had been happening, including Alcatraz’s speech as he stared curiously at the device buzzing on the coffee table that was missing a leg. Everything was silent except for the music echoing through the walls, and the occasional creaking of Alcatraz tilting his head like a confused dog.
The phone screen displayed an unknown number, and for a moment Slim hesitated to answer. It could have been anyone: a cop, someone tracking him down, some weirdo who had dialed a wrong number but that could have recognized his voice and reported him to the police.
Slim picked up anyway.
“Hello?”
“Hi Slim!”
He froze. Was that…?
“Jericho?”
“That’s me!”
Oh, he could definitely recognize that cheery voice even behind the static that was sizzling in the receiver. Something tightened in his chest.
“So, why the call?” Slim tried to seem nonchalant, but his heart felt as if he had been running a marathon. “Changed your mind on being a hitman?”
“Oh, not at all! Just wanted to hear from you, it’s been a while!”
It had been something like three weeks, maybe, since the last time they had seen each other. A lot had happened in those three weeks. For Slim, at least. But he barely remembered most of it. All he knew is that it had been a while since the last time he felt truly rested or energetic, and yet he couldn’t sleep, because everything ached.
“Uh. Yeah, it has been a while.”
“Think we can hang out? Really want to catch you up on all the progress I’ve made on the main story so far!”
The way Jericho talked would always be a mystery to California Slim.
“...Sure.”
He had to take a pause before he answered; his first instinct would have been to interrupt Jericho mid sentence with an enthusiastic “Yes!” but he didn’t want to weird the man out. Although Jericho was already pretty weird himself.
“Alright, I’ll be there in a minute!”
“What?-”
Before he could process what had happened, Slim found himself face to face with a man stuck in the wall of his apartment.
“Oh.” He hung up the phone as Jericho wriggled uncomfortable in the concrete wall.
“Hello!” The speedrunner waved as if nothing was out of the ordinary for him. Because it wasn’t.
“Hi.” Slim replied dryly, “You’re in my wall.”
“Seems like it!”
A moment of silence, before Alcatraz piped up with a “Hi Jericho!” Which sounded ever so slightly panicked.
“Hi Alcatraz!” Had been the reply as the man struggled to remove himself from the apartment wall. “Could I get some help?”
Alcatraz turned over to Slim, who had turned his head over in his direction at the same time. The man just nodded towards their friend with an exasperated face that screamed “Just get him out of there already!”
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
Minutes later, Jericho and Slim were sitting on the worn couch of what Slim called his living room.
“... And I thought that gear was a cookie! I tried to eat it, and I just got stuck in an animation loop!”
“For a whole day?”
“Yep!”
“Sounds tough.”
Slim lit himself another cigarette as Jericho kept talking about his speedrunning shenanigans. He couldn’t help but notice the little things about the man’s body language: he constantly moved his hands around as he talked, often mimicking whatever action he was talking about as if saying it aloud triggered some sort of muscle memory; he constantly jittered in place, making the couch cushions under him vibrate along with him, and Slim could feel the vibration from where he was sitting, as if the man was the epicenter of a constant low magnitude earthquake. There was something… Endearing about the whole thing. He tried his best to ignore the look Alcatraz was giving him from across the room.
“And after that I decided, you know, sometimes it’s good to take a break from things before trying again! Maybe I was just tired.”
Jericho kept talking and talking, and yet Slim found it hard to keep focusing on whatever he was saying. He didn’t notice he’d let out a yawn and let his cigarette fall to the floor until the sudden silence caught his attention, and he blinked a couple times when he noticed Jericho staring at him.
“What?”
“You can sleep if you’re tired, I don’t mind!”
Slim blinked again, dumbfounded.
“You keep yawning. It’s okay if you need to sleep. I can just hang out.”
“Oh, I… Uh…”
“I’m serious, I don’t mind!”
Jericho was quick to get up from the couch, just as he was always quick to do anything, so Slim could have the space to lay down. Without thinking, Slim did just that.
“... Don’t leave.”
Slim managed to catch Jericho’s attention with his request.
“Please don’t leave while I’m asleep.”
Jericho just stared at him for a moment, then offered the man a smile. “Okay, I can stay!” He chirped, and before Slim could notice it, Jericho was handing him a blanket to cover up with during his nap. “I can stay here and use it as a main lobby, or a nice pause screen!”
Slim couldn’t help but smile at that, and mumbled something among the lines of, “Sure, I’d like that… Just stay.”
To which the immediate answer was, “I will!”
Jericho didn’t mind stopping over at Slim’s place for a break. It was kinda like old times, three weeks ago, when they used to share a cell! But now it was a bigger place with lots more stuff!
Jericho liked being around Slim: the man could be somewhat pleasant to be around sometimes, when he wasn’t threatening the people around him. Jericho noticed a decrease in the times Slim threatened him, too. Maybe they really were friends! Maybe Slim liked him. Jericho liked Slim.
His gaze wandered over to the man on the couch again, and he was surprised by how quickly he had fallen asleep; he was even snoring! Jericho had missed the sound of Slim’s snoring filling the room.
He had missed Slim. Maybe more than he thought he would.
…
Did he… Like Slim more than anticipated? The man had been his first thought when Jericho considered visiting his friends from prison. And he didn’t mind staying in one place with him, and waiting as he took a nap he seemed like he needed.
… Jericho didn’t mind waiting for Slim. He didn’t mind staying.
Don’t leave.
It was the first time Slim had outright asked him to stay. And Jericho had no problem obliging.
…
Oh.
Oh, he understood now.
For being the fastest man alive, he had been a little slow in realizing his own feelings; but they made up for the tardiness by hitting him like a high speed train.
Jericho liked Slim. Maybe as something more than a friend. Maybe Slim felt the same, with that request.
Something other than his own speed started buzzing in his chest, and Jericho could have sworn it made him vibrate a little more.
Maybe he’ll talk about it with Slim when he wakes up. The sooner the better.
ft. Phoenica Fleecity XV, Trixie Roughhouse (mentioned), Molly Blyndeff (mentioned)
tags… epithet erased, platonic headcanons, tooth rotting fluff, friendship study, mentions of loss/grief, found family
word count… 767
a/n… FEENIE MY ME!!! I am a massive Feenie kinnie so i am obligated to write her ✧ 🦄
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Get ready for the most Disney channel friendship ever.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Phoenica grew up pretty sheltered, so most of her ideas of what friendship is meant to look like come from movies and TV. And magical girl anime, can’t forget the magical girl anime.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 No matter your gender, you will be recruited to her magical girl troupe. It’s inevitable, just let it happen.
“Oh, and magical girls usually have a special name for their transformations! Like Sailor Moon has her base form, but she also has Super Sailor Moon, Eternal Sailor Moon……what do you want yours to be? I have a list of approved words you can reference!”
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She insists upon you calling her Feenie or some other kind of nickname. After all, you’re friends! And Feenie is what her friends call her!
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Lots and lots of list making and itineraries. Even for a simple sleepover, she has a full schedule of activities decorated with cute stickers.
“At five PM we’ll have dinner, then after that we’ll have dessert…..oh, and a full movie marathon! Then that should make some room for the pillow fight and fort building at eight, then we should be all cozy and ready to sleep by nine! Perfect, right?”
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She also keeps a ‘friendship scrapbook’ of all the things you do together. Photos from every hangout, little stickers and your names sewed into the front cover…..she has you help work on it whenever she adds a new page!
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 If you’re friends with Feenie, then Molly and Trixie naturally are your friends, too. If you met Feenie after she already met the other Neo Trio members, Trixie insists on staging a formal ‘vibe check’ to see if you pass. This consists of them poking you with a glow stick to check your ‘aura’ and having you consume a special potion that is definitely not just three sodas in a jar.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You get included as a supporting character in her self insert fanfiction! Yippee! This is the highest recognition of friendship you can receive from Feenie.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 (Also it is my personal belief that the Neo Trio’s My Little Pony OCs are as follows: Feenie is an alicorn crystal pony, Molly is an earth pony, and Trixie is a Changeling, because every transgender person wanted to be a Changeling. Source: me.)
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 The Neo Trio makes you a special accessory as per custom. Feenie always brags about her addition to the accessory, clearly ecstatic to be able to give you a gift that you love.
“Molly did the braiding, and I picked the little beads.” Despite their stoic expression, Trixie was clearly all too eager to hand you the custom friendship bracelet the group had crafted for you.
From behind them, Feenie was even more eager to giggle and squeal, “I added all the GLITTER! Isn’t it so fabulous?”
“Yeah,” Molly nodded. “It’s like one of those yellow reflective vests. Now there’s no way you won’t be visible at night.”
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Without her mom around, and her dad busy, she often feels lonely at home. So please stay over at least once a week, it makes her really happy.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She is the sweetest most considerate friend ever. Food allergies? None of that food at any of her friend events! You’re trans or use unorthodox pronouns? She keeps a list of all your preferred ones! Neurodivergent? She communicates according to your boundaries and is never upset over mistakes. What a sweetheart.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Also? Perfect study buddy. If you’re someone who struggles to study or get homework done, she invites you over to do flash cards and have snacks. Whatever your learning style is, she’ll research a bunch of fun study games to play to help you.
“Oh my gosh! You’ve nearly memorized the entire times table for seven!” The little ball of fluff was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. No matter what it was, Feenie was always eager to be proud of you. “We can finish the rest after a snack! Annabelle made us snickerdoodles!”
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You come to know most of her house staff by name. They know you well, and practically consider you part of the family.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Feenie confides in you about a lot of things she doesn’t normally tell anyone else. How much pressure she feels over having to save the world, how unfair it is, that she has to do all this and she’s just a kid…..usually, Feenie does her best to be a typical ray of sunshine so that nobody has to feel sad around her, but she can’t help but just feel so safe around you.
