Blog for all my headcanons, drabbles and oneshots My AO3 is https://archiveofourown.org/users/Headcanons_And_Hijinx My main fandoms are Marvel, Legend of Zelda, Little Nightmares, Doctor Who, Star Wars and whatever takes my fancy for the moment.
imagine your last memory of earth being violent imagine the last human touch u remember being someone pushing u to the ground imagine the last time u feel the sun on ur face or dirt under ur hands is when ur clawing at the ground desperate and terrified to stay on earth ryland grace if i think about u too long i feel physically SICK
Okay, Iâve done some maths and if Iâve done it right, hopefully, if you start watching the Arcane performance from the Game Awards the other day, at 11:55:42, then Tyler should do scream from âThe Lineâ right as it hits midnight!
So I shall hopefully be starting the new year strong with my Arcane obsession!
(Disclaimer! There is a strong possibility that I havenât quite done it right because maths is not my strong suit)
Okay, Iâve done some maths and if Iâve done it right, hopefully, if you start watching the Arcane performance from the Game Awards the other day, at 11:55:42, then Tyler should do scream from âThe Lineâ right as it hits midnight!
So I shall hopefully be starting the new year strong with my Arcane obsession!
(Disclaimer! There is a strong possibility that I havenât quite done it right because maths is not my strong suit)
Iâm looking for a fanfic I read on AO3 a few years ago, around 2018-2019, and canât seem to find anywhere.
It was a batman fanfic about Jason Todd that kinda blended the âUnder The Red Hoodâ canon with part of the âArkham Knightâ verse in the sense of the whole âbeing tortured under arkham thingâ. From what I can remember it was complete, possibly around 12-16 chapters and the title possibly included something to do with phoenixes? But Iâm not 100% sure on that.
Some of the main plot things I can remember wereâŠ
Jason was sent to Arkham as Red Hood but the batfam were made to think that heâd escaped, when in actuality the breakout was staged and heâd been moved under the asylum and kept there for a year.
An original character, who I believe was called Abigail(?), broke him out and helped him in her apartment for a while, all while the bats tried to figure out where Jason was. The original character was a physiologist at Arkham, was a lesbian whose rich parents cut her off, but occasionally tried to manipulate her to come back to them.
It was Tim and Steph who found where heâd been kept under Arkham.
I believe that Jason may have blow up the Clocktower at one point early after his escape to cover his tracks and give him time while the bats were lead to believe he had some kind of vengeance plan, but that seems quite hazy so it may not be from the fic Iâm looking for?
One of the final chapters consists of Joker breaking into one of Bruceâs charity galas to rob everyone when Jason as RH breaks in and uses a syringe filled with air to paralyse the Joker to spite Batmanâs no killing rule, has a cryptic conversation with Tim when he turns up as RR, and then leaves. Later, thereâs also a confrontation where Bruce sees Jasonâs scars and finds out what actually happened to him.
Thatâs basically everything that I can remember of the top of my head, but Iâve been searching for it for ages and really hope it hasnât been deleted. I really appreciate any help anyone can give me.
Iâm looking for a fanfic I read on AO3 a few years ago, around 2018-2019, and canât seem to find anywhere.
It was a batman fanfic about Jason Todd that kinda blended the âUnder The Red Hoodâ canon with part of the âArkham Knightâ verse in the sense of the whole âbeing tortured under arkham thingâ. From what I can remember it was complete, possibly around 12-16 chapters and the title possibly included something to do with phoenixes? But Iâm not 100% sure on that.
Some of the main plot things I can remember wereâŠ
Jason was sent to Arkham as Red Hood but the batfam were made to think that heâd escaped, when in actuality the breakout was staged and heâd been moved under the asylum and kept there for a year.
An original character, who I believe was called Abigail(?), broke him out and helped him in her apartment for a while, all while the bats tried to figure out where Jason was. The original character was a physiologist at Arkham, was a lesbian whose rich parents cut her off, but occasionally tried to manipulate her to come back to them.
It was Tim and Steph who found where heâd been kept under Arkham.
I believe that Jason may have blow up the Clocktower at one point early after his escape to cover his tracks and give him time while the bats were lead to believe he had some kind of vengeance plan, but that seems quite hazy so it may not be from the fic Iâm looking for?
One of the final chapters consists of Joker breaking into one of Bruceâs charity galas to rob everyone when Jason as RH breaks in and uses a syringe filled with air to paralyse the Joker to spite Batmanâs no killing rule, has a cryptic conversation with Tim when he turns up as RR, and then leaves. Later, thereâs also a confrontation where Bruce sees Jasonâs scars and finds out what actually happened to him.
Thatâs basically everything that I can remember of the top of my head, but Iâve been searching for it for ages and really hope it hasnât been deleted. I really appreciate any help anyone can give me.
I got an bit obsessed with âRide The Cycloneâ about a year ago and wanted to write something for it. Then I read @yourdeepestfathoms whumptober series last year and got inspired so I came up with this. Iâve been working on it, on and off, for about a year and finally decided to post it since itâs the anniversary of the cyclone rollercoaster disaster today. (This is also up on my AO3, which is linked in my bio)
Trigger Warnings!
This fic will include: major character death, graphic descriptions of injuries, graphic descriptions of gore, graphic descriptions of corpses, mentions of blood. Please take care if any of these things trigger you, and if Iâve missed anything out then please let me know and Iâll add it to the warning list as soon as I can.
Father Louis P. Marcus had seen a lot in his 48 years of life, but this was undoubtedly the worst.
Today, September 14th, was the day of the long awaited choir competition⊠and the day the choir ended.Â
All six students were dead.Â
He couldnât even begin to process it. Heâd taken them to the fair after the competition as a reward. They may not have won but he knew how hard some of his students had worked and thought theyâd deserved something to lift their spirits, and maybe it would bring the more disinterested students out of their shells.Â
They seemed to have a good time. Excitedly, running around and laughing⊠until the Cyclone. It would have been the last ride of the day before they returned to the school, if the children had survived it, that is.
It had all happened so quickly and now he was looking at those poor six children, who lay side by side as they were covered by sheets found by the carnival staff until they could be taken away.
He thought of those children now. Their smiling faces as they climbed into the rollercoaster car, although Mischa almost never smiled and Oceanâs had seemed slightly strained as he looked back on it.Â
They justâŠ
They werenât smiling anymore.
Paramedics swarmed the area, trying to find any signs of life at all. The body bags being brought over quickly.
Father Marcus didnât know what heâd say to the groupâs parents. He didnât know how heâd tell them that their children were dead under his care. His chest ached at the very thought of it and his arms were starting to feel numb as he prayed for the teenagersâ souls over and over again.Â
Father Marcus wasnât even sure in which order the students died. Had they died at the same time or died seconds apart? Did they realise what was about to happen, did they have time to be terrified? Or was it over before they knew what was happening? The only student whose place in the order of deaths that he knew for certain had been the first one to die.Â
A girl who was thrown from the back of the cart. Father Marcus didnât even know her name, she had only joined the choir the day before. But heâd remember her screams as she was thrown for the rest of his life. He wasnât even sure how it happened, maybe when sheâd hit the tracks, but the police were searching for her head.Â
âJane Doeâs missing head had been the most obvious cause of death. How could it not have been? What wasnât as easy to determine was her identity. The girlâs missing head had eliminated the most common methods of identification.â
Constance Blackwood had been in the front of the cart. The method of her death wasnât clear to him, and he wasnât sure if he wanted it to be. There was very little blood, just some leaking from her lips, and with the fact that he had very little medical knowledge as to what could cause such a thing, it was left entirely a mystery to him.Â
âAs she had been in the front of the cart when it derailed, Constance and her fellow front seat passenger, Ocean, had taken the brunt of the impact. As the cart derailed, Constance was thrown forward in her seat so harshly her ribs snapped on impact with the lap bar, causing them to pierce her heart and kill her almost instantaneously. A small mercy in the grand scheme of the days events.âÂ
Sat next to her on the right side of the cart had been Ocean OâConnel Rosenberg. In a ghastly comparison to Constance, it was hard to know what had killed her because of all the blood covering her uniform. The dark red liquid was everywhere, saturating her dress and leaking from her lips and nose in thick streams.Â
âOcean OâConnel Rosenberg had been sat in the front right seat of the cart and had been so brutally wrenched about in her seat that half of her chest was caved in. It was hard to see what had happened to her body, under her uniform as it became drenched in her blood. The other half of her chest? It had shattered during the crash, acting as an internal shrapnel grenade, puncturing her lungs until Ocean drowned in her own blood.âÂ
Sat in the right side of the second row was Mischa Bachinski. It was unclear what part of the accident had killed Mischa. Apart from a nasty cut and bump on the side of his head as well as some bruising beginning to appear around his neck, he looked alright compared to the other children. He could even have been passed off as sleeping. Sleeping after getting into a fight, which wouldnât have been unusual for the boy, but sleeping none the less.Â
âIt was unclear what part of the accident had killed Mischa Bachinski until the autopsy. (An autopsy that Father Marcus would never know the results of.) The answer had been horrific. After sustaining severe whiplash as the Cyclone derailed, Mischa had been internally decapitated when broken vertebrae in his neck severed his spinal cord. However, a previously unseen object had been found on Mischa during his autopsy. A cellphone with a shattered screen showing an image of a young woman had been cradled protectively in one of his broken hands.âÂ
On his left had been Noel Gruber. His cause of death was obvious as part of the cart had somehow impaled him through the back. The paramedics had had to separate Noel and Mischaâs hands as they were removed from the wreckage of the cart as they were found to be holding each others hands, perhaps they had been able to grant each other a brief comfort before the end. (That had answered some of his earlier questions. Some of the children had enough time to realise that was about to happen).
âItâs true that Noel Gruber had been impaled, but the real cause of his death was the head trauma he suffered. The theory that came about during his autopsy was that Noelâs head, and the head of one Mischa Bachinski, had collided during the crash. This caused immense damage to Noelâs brain and lead to a fatal brain bleed.â Â
In the final row of the cart, on the right side of the cart had been Ricky Potts. After everything Ricky Potts had been through in his life, this is what killed him. His body was probably the most damage along with Ocean.Â
âRicky Potts had been aware of what was happening the entire time, had even morbidly enjoyed it a little. The sensation of utter weightlessness had been something Ricky had dreamed of for most of his life and he was finally experiencing it at the end of it. Ricky somewhat ironically was the last to die in the accident as he was partially crushed as the cart collided with the floor of the fair. Death had been instantaneous. A quick end to a short life.âÂ
Father Marcus had sat himself down on a bench overlooking the chaos some hours ago when the first body (Constance) had been removed from the cart and his legs had given out, muttering prayer after prayer for the childrenâs souls over and over.Â
He only stood up when the first body was being moved into the ambulance to be taken to the hospital morgue and moved to go into the ambulance. He was quickly stopped by an EMT.Â
âSir, only family members are allowed into the ambulance. I canât let you in unless youâre a relative. Are you?âÂ
âThe children were under my care and their parents and guardians arenât here yet. I will accompany them to the hospital to help explain it to their relatives. I couldnât protect them then, please let me protect them now. The children deserve that much at least.â He pleaded.
The EMT, a young man with brown hair and pity in his eyes, just sighed.Â
âAlright, just this once.â
That had been hours ago. So long that it was now past midnight. The childrenâs relatives had long since arrived, the ones they could find, at least. His chest ached thinking of a family that didnât know that they had lost their daughter and were waiting for her to come home.Â
The ache in his chest and numbness of his arm was getting worse and worse as he sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair of the hospital corridor. He suddenly found himself gripping his hand over his heart as the pain grew and grew.Â
âSir? Sir, are you alright?â A passing nurse questioned, but he couldnât answer. The pain in his chest growing even worse by the second.Â
He became unaware of what was happening around him, belatedly realising he was now laying on the floor on his back as someone shone a light in his eyes.
A light that completely covered his vision until everything faded away.
***
Today was Tuesday, September 15th in Uranium City, Saskatchewan.Â
Yesterday was Monday, September 14th in Uranium City, Saskatchewan.Â
The day that would forever be known as the day of the âCyclone Rollercoaster Disasterâ.Â
At 6:17PM, The Saint Cassian Chamber Choir boarded the doomed rollercoaster.Â
At 6:19PM, The rollercoaster derailed at the apex of the loop-de-loop, hurtling all six members of the choir to their unfortunate demise.Â
At 6:19PM, Jane Doe died after being tossed from the cart as it derailed, and decapitated as she landed on the tracks.Â
At 6:19PM, Constance Blackwood was killed when she suffered from blunt force trauma to her ribs, breaking them and causing them to pierce her heart.Â
At 6:20PM, Ocean OâConnel Rosenberg died after sustaining severe blunt force trauma to her abdomen, shattering her rib cage and causing massive internal damage and severe haemorrhaging. Â
At 6:20PM, Â Mischa Bachinski died after being internally decapitated after experiencing severe spinal damage.Â
At 6:20PM, Noel Gruber died after being impaled by a faulty safety bar and enduring a fatal cerebral haemorrhage.Â
At 6:20PM, Ricky Potts died after being crushed as the roller coaster cart collided with the ground.Â
Today was Tuesday, September 15th in Uranium City, Saskatchewan.Â
The day after the âCyclone Rollercoaster Disasterâ.Â
At 1:21AM, Â Father Louis P. Marcus died after suffering a stress induced heart attack in the aftermath of the âCyclone Rollercoaster Disasterâ.Â
***
Thank you guys so much for reading! Iâm still not sure whether Iâm satisfied by how this turned out but I hope you enjoyed it at least.
I also donât know if itâs clear enough but all the writing in the italics is supposed to be Karnak narrating the things that Father Marcus canât.
Iâd also like to go into some of my thought process so here are some details and my reasons for each of the choirs methods of death.
Penny/Jane: she was thrown from the coaster as it derailed, but her obituary is crossed out to reference her resurrection.
Ocean: In âWaiting For The Dropâ Ocean does this dance move that looks like sheâd being jerked around like crazy. Her and Constance do the same move but Oceanâs are much more exaggerated so while I think they had similar injuries, Oceans were worse as she was on the right side, which is the side that derailed first. Oceanâs smile is also described as being strained by Father Marcus because of her line in âFall Fair Suiteâ where she mentioned that she didnât feel safe getting in line/on the cyclone.
Constance: Similar to Ocean, but quicker as in her monologue she says âall the screaming just stopped.â Which I took to mean that she died fairly quickly. Hence the whole being second to actually die after Jane.
Mischa: I realised that he and Noel headbang together during âSugar Cloudâ and then had the thought of âletâs make that cute moment angsty!â. They also dance together during âUranium Suiteâ/âFall Fair Suiteâ and I heard someone question if that was supposed to imply them clinging to each other during the crash and I have not had a moments peace since.
Noel: this is gonna sound so dark, but I really wanted Noel to be impaled/stabbed by something in the back due to the line in âNoelâs Lamentâ âthe pretty knife that I stuck ten times in his backâ. I thought really long and hard about it and came up with an idea for what actually impaled him. The safety bar that came loose and impaled him was actually part of Janeâs bar that broke off during the derailment and allowed her to be thrown out seconds before the coaster derailed. I know it doesnât make a ton of sense but it seemed to be the most logical way for the implement/stabbing to come about. He also has similar head injuries to Mischa as stated above.
Ricky: I struggled with trying to think of Rickyâs cause of death the most out of everyone. Then I had a thought that Iâve tried to take a piece of everyoneâs songs to relate to their deaths, however, for Ricky Iâll be using a piece of information from his introduction monologue by Karnak. Whatâs Rickyâs favourite ride? The Gravitron. And in Constanceâs âJaw Breakerâ monologue she mentions this feeling of weightlessness. I thought it would be really sad to have Ricky experience this feeling of utter weightlessness, something thatâs heâs probably desired to feel for a long time given how enamoured he is with sci-fi, have it be better than the effects of the Gravitron, only mere moments before he dies.
Father Marcus: his is as stated by the show. Dying 7 hours after the incident.
Thanks again for reading. Please take care of yourselves. Eat something, drink some water and remember to take any meds if you have them. Love you all,
Is this just mainly Starkid/Trail To Oregon quotes to try and get me past my writers block? Yes.
Incorrect Quotes
***
Before the chain had Wild to cook for them.
Warriors: âI canât control when the stuff breaks. Theyâre just tiny little acts of Hylia.â
Time, done with everything: âOh, my good friend Hylia is at it again, is she?â He walks over to Warriors and bends slightly so theyâre at eye level. âWell, if *Hylia* keeps goofing off like this, Iâm going to murder Hylia and chop her up into tiny little pieces. And Iâm going to feed them to these starving heroes!â
***
Time, Legend or Wild when anything goes horribly wrong: âSometimes Hylia, is a vicious two-faced prick.â
Sky, in the background: O-O
***
Wild, talking about his death: âI didnât see a white light. I just saw a skeleton in a robe going âCome here. Come here.ââ
***
The chain heading into a fight.
Hyrule: âWhat if this fight kills one of us?! Like you or Time, or Wild?â
Legend, trying to lighten the mood: âOh well, if Wild dies, thatâs just Hyliaâs will, sorry Wild.â
Wild: âOh, thatâs okay. When you gotta go, you gotta go.â
*Brief pause*
Wild: âYouâre talking about the shitter, right?â
*** (I used incorrect quote generators for these next ones.)
Wild: âRules are made to be broken.â
Time: âThey were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.â
Twilight: âUh, piñatas.â
Sky: âGlow sticks.â
Wind: âKarate boards.â
Legend: âSpaghetti when you have a small pot.â
Wild: âRules.â
Time: ââŠWhy do I even bother?â
***
Wild: âI just found out that humans are capable of fitting a light bulb into their mouth with ease but canât take it out without shattering it, and now I have to physically restrain myself from putting a light bulb in my mouth.â
***
Wild: âTime for plan G.â
Time: âDonât you mean plan B?â
Wild: âNo, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.â
Twilight: âWhat about plan D?â
Wild: âPlan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.â
Sky: âWhat about plan E?â
Wild: âIâm hoping not to use it. Warriors dies in plan E.â
Legend: âI like plan E.â
***
The chain have taken refuge from a thunderstorm in Wildâs Hyrule in one of the shrines.
Wild, recording on the Shiekah Slate to send to Zelda: âStuck in a shrine elevator because Wind decided to jump.â
Everyone, except Wind: âFucking mint.â
Wild: âHyrule has had three panic attacks in ten minutes.â
Everyone, except Hyrule: âFucking mint.â
Wild: âTwilight hasnât said anything since we got stuck.â
Everyone, except Twilight: âFucking mint.â
Wild: âLegendâs getting annoyed and yelling the whole time.â
Everyone, expect Legend: âFucking mint.â
Wild: âSky has just been playing the harp and praying to Hylia.â
Everyone, except Sky: âFucking mint.â
Wild: âFour has to pee so bad he might get a bladder infection.â
Everyone, except Four: âFucking mintâ
Wild: âAnd Timeâs the one weâre gonna blame because heâs old.â
Everyone, except Time: âFucking Mint!â
Time, completely done with all of them: âWhy me?â
(Meanwhile Warriors is stuck outside wondering what the fuck is taking Wild so long to come back and let him in.)
***
Drabbles
(I used she/her pronouns to refer to Wild in this Drabble so I guess it could be read as female!Wild, trans!Wild, or Genderfluid!Wild. Itâs up to you. Also trigger warnings for harassment/mentions of harassment.)
The chain had been in Wildâs Hyrule for around a week now and were travelling to Gerudo Town. Theyâd heard news of more black blooded monsters in the region and decided to take them out before they caused anymore damage.
They had been trudging past the walls of Gerudo Town when someone called out to them and Wild immediately stopped walking and groaned, loudly and dramatically as she tipped her head backwards.
âWho is that?â Four asked as the group watched the man slowly run up to them.
âA creep whoâs convinced that weâre dating because I did a job for him.â Wild groaned as she turned to face him. âHello Bozai.â
âAh, my desert flower, there you are. Why, Iâve been looking for you for ages. Where in Hyrule have you been?â
âIâve been travelling, Bozai. Now what do you want?â It was odd to see Wild being so blunt and to the point, but nobody could blame her at this point.
âI wanted to see you, my love. I havenât seen you since you returned from finding the Eighth Heroineâs sword.â
âIâve been busy. I have to go now.â Wild started to turn away before Bozai side stepped into her view again and tried to take Wildâs hands in his before she sharply pulled out of his grip. The rest of the chain stiffened at how clueless the man was being.
âWait a minute! I havenât seen you in months and youâre just leaving me again.â
âYes.â
âWell, that isnât fair. I thought we had a connection. You went out of your way to find the Eightth Heroineâs sword for me.â
âYes, I did. However, I only found the sword because you offered me the snow boots in return. Thatâs it. No more, no less.â
But Bozaiâs face suddenly lit up and he laughed. âOh, I see what youâre doing. You know me so well, I love it when you play hard to get, darling.â He made an attempt to grab at Wildâs hand again, but she stepped backwards towards the safety of the, blantantly pissed off, chain behind her.
Twilight had had enough. This guy was a creep and was clearly fine ignoring basic boundaries when he didnât get his way. Fed up, Twilight stepped forwards and spoke.
âSir, let me be perfectly clear. She has said ânoâ multiple times, but youâve ignored that so hereâs my take on this.â He wrapped an arm around Bonzaiâs shoulders and squeezed it just enough to be uncomfortable, before turning and gesturing at Wild.
âNow, you see that girl right there? Our mother made her out of her blood and her flesh, her sweat and her tears. And I love her more than the waking world,â Twilightâs voice hardened, losing the light tone it had had before. âBut I will smother her in her sleep before I see her ruin herself with some thing,â Twilight gestured up and down at Bozai. âLike you.â
âSo you better just run along now 'cause you'd have better luck sticking your pecker in a cactus.â He finished, leaving almost everyone speechless.
Bonzai glared for a moment before shoving himself out of Twilightâs grip and running off to continue his laps around the walls of Gerudo Town.
The chain were able to hold it together until Bozai ran around a corner and disappeared out of sight. They all looked round at each other and thatâs when the dam broke. They all started laughing so hard that they could hardly breathe.
âDid you see his face!â Wind cried out as he doubled over and almost tipped face first into the sand.
âHeâs never going to bother me again. I fucking love you, Twi!â Wild said as tears of laughter ran down her cheeks.
By the time the chain had managed to calm down, Bozai had turned the corner and came into view again, causing another laughing fit.
***
This is a minor add on to my previous oneshot called âWhat do you have? A rock. NO!â because I missed arguably the funniest part of the joke and I canât believe itâs taken me this long to correct it.
* (Five minutes later) *
Hyrule turned and absent mindedly handed the fire rod in his hands to the person next to him. Not stopping to think that that person was Wild.
Wild, who had never seen a fire rod before.
Once it was in his hands, he stopped. He poked it with one finger, wiggled it back and forth, before shrugging and bringing it up to his mouth.
âNo!â Everyone screamed as they realised what he was doing. Time almost fell into the camp fire in his haste to grab the rod away from Wild.
***
This is set in a post âTears of the Kingdomâ AU where Wild had to leave the chain so he could deal with those events and came back later with more trauma and one less arm. So behold, an arm joke.
Time: âHey can someone give me a hand with this?â
Wild: *without missing a beat or even thinking about it, takes off his arm and holds it out to Time*
Everyone: *either staring at Wild in horror or yelling, no inbetween*
Wild: âOh shit! I didnât tell you guys that my arm got burnt off by Ganon, did I? Sorry, didnât mean to scare you.â
âUnless you are following the dialogue with an action and not a dialogue tag.â He took a deep breath and sat back down after making the clarifying statement.Â
âAndââ she waved a pen as though to underline her statementââif youâre interrupting a sentence with an action, you need to type two hyphens to make an en-dash.â
âThe speech tag is still part of the previous sentence,â she explained, âso it isnât capitalised.â
âWhat do you mean?â he asked. âBut thereâs a full stop as part of the question mark!â
She nodded gravely. âI know!â she said. âA lot of people find this confusing. But the speech tag belongs to the line of dialogue, itâs still part of the sentence, so itâs wrong to capitalise it.â
She reblogged the post again, because she had recently read far too many potentially enjoyable stories marred by poor dialogue punctuation.
âThere are two more ways"âshe pointed to the blackboardââto punctuate interruptions. One is with the em dashes outside the quotations marks to indicate continuous speech. The action occurs at the same time as speech. The otherââ she sipped from a glass of water ââis em dashes within the quotation marks to indicate interrupted speech.â
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