i have a lil request for hcs for all of the ocs cited in your post (abraxas, aidan, ambrose, asten, bailey, dante, diego, elias, jasper, micha, oscar, phoenix, ramiel and theodore) : do they have a morning routine?
like, do they shower in the mornings or more at night, with a specific soap of a kind? what do they eat if they get breakfast? is it easy to wake up or hard for them? do they have a specific order or do they just go with the flow of how they’re feeling at the moment?
thanks in advance i love learning more bout your boys c: im so excited to read about them
hey bbgirl < 3 this made me wrack my brain so i'm sorry if they're repetitive or boring (also adding clayton for you)
𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐣𝐚𝐰 𝐨𝐜'𝐬!
𝙰𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚡𝚊𝚜 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚛 ⤵︎
abby doesn't struggle to wake up in the morning, he doesn't have a specific time he gets up, it's usually whatever time he finds himself unable to get back to sleep.
abby is the king of soap and water. he showers in the morning, he normally wakes up sweaty because of the night terrors he has. he's also a 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner boy, but god is his hair still soft and smells nice.
abby's breakfast is always a cigarette and redbull.
𝙰𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 ⤵︎
aidan is an early riser, often he wakes up before his alarm. the first thing he always does is remake his bed.
aidan enjoys a quick colder morning shower, it wakes him up enough to start the day. he uses a mid-range shampoo and separate conditioner, and he takes time to exfoliate his whole body with a loofah and a sandalwood body wash. he also uses an exfoliant on his face and moisturiser when he'd dry.
aidan's breakfast would be a coffee in a thermos mug and something light like oats or fruit. he always feeds his cat ivy before himself.
𝙰𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚎 ⤵︎
ambrose doesn't subscribe to the notion of having an alarm, they simply wake up when their body feels like it, which is usually midday.
ambrose has a quick wash in the basin every morning, but will take a bubble bath every night whether they have time for it or not, they'd add scented petals if they've had a particularly stressful day.
ambrose's breakfast would be made for them if they had the option. if they asked what they wanted, it would be belgian waffles with raspberries and lightly powdered with icing sugar.
𝙰𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚔 ⤵︎
asten doesn't use an alarm but somehow wakes up at 5am every morning without fail.
asten is the fastest and most efficient showerer you've ever met. he gets in, washes his hair and body, then he's out. he is also a 2-in-1 enjoyer.
asten's go-to breakfast is scrambled eggs, sausages and black coffee.
𝙱𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝙱𝚘𝚒𝚔 ⤵︎
bailey will, and always has, relied on his sister blair to wake him up in the morning. if there's a function or plan for the day, he will be late.
bailey would deny it, but he doesn't always wash in the morning as he doesn't leave himself time. if he has somewhere to be, he'll pull on yesterday's boxers and a kind of clean shirt. chronic axe body spray is a shower user.
bailey's breakfast is leftover pizza or chocolate.
𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊 ⤵︎
clayton does not like mornings. years of getting up early for gymnastics practice has made him really value his mornings. asleep, and in cosy in bed.
clayton's showers run a little bit longer than he ever plans them to be. not for any particular reason other than getting lost in thought. he uses unscented and 'for sensitive skin' product due to his vitiligo. he uses a sunscreen-moisturiser every day for the same reason.
clayton's breakfast always includes a banana. pancakes, a smoothie, banana milk or just a banana on it's own. he hates that he enjoys them so much and calls himself a stereotype.
𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊 ⤵︎
dante doesnt have an issue waking up, but he does spend an extra bit of time staring at the ceiling before getting out of bed.
dante trims his beard every morning, keeping it as a short stubble, then would shower to make sure the hair is off of his body. his showers are almost too hot.
dante often skips breakfast.
𝙳𝚒𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊 ⤵︎
diego loves the morning. every night before bed he checks when the sun will rise and sets his alarm for 15 minutes before that. he always takes a moment to watch the sun rise.
diego likes to take his time in the shower, normally because he's planning his breakfast at the same time, but he uses pretty good shampoo and conditioner to get sand out of his hair. his body wash is citrus scented.
diego's breakfast is whatever he baked that morning. usually muffins, some sort of bread, flapjacks, brownies or cookies.
𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝙸𝚜𝚋𝚓ø𝚛𝚗 ⤵︎
elias wakes up at 8am every morning to facetime his daughter before she goes to school, it is a ritual he wont miss.
elias has come to appreciate the nicety of taking his time in the shower, but he's conscious of his water usage, so he tries to be quick. his body wash has a herby scent to it.
elias' breakfast requires a cup of earl grey tea, marmalade toast and a stroll around the garden to check on his plants.
𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚜 ⤵︎
jasper is a late riser, he much prefers to wake up in the afternoon and work through the night. he spends an hour or two in bed scrolling on his phone before he actually gets up.
jasper prefers a night time shower, when the sanctuary is quiet and he can really think and plan the next day. he uses specific hair products for white hair and curl protection.
jasper's breakfast is a cigarette, a coffee and contemplating his enemy's downfall.
𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 ⤵︎
micha's sleep schedule is so messed up that he doesn't have a specific time of day he goes to sleep, let alone wake up. he cant sleep without his raccoon plushie his mom gave him as a kid.
micha doesn't like showers, he doesn't like how the water splashes on his face, so he almost exclusively has baths. his body wash would be skittle scented. he spends a little too long in the bath because he likes the water on his hands.
micha's breakfast is mountain dew and doritos.
𝙾𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝙸𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖 ⤵︎
oscar's morning consists of a ritualistic routine. he wakes up at 5:30am, pulls his duvet covers back to air his bedsheets, and strips his pillows to wash them. he changes his bedcovers every two days.
oscar takes two showers a day, one in the morning and one at night. he might take another in between if anything messy occurs. his showers are lengthy with medical-grade antimicrobial body wash. he also uses a fragrance-free, hypoallergenic moisturiser to stop his skin, particularly his hands, being irritated from how often he washes them.
oscar's breakfast is strictly one cup of black coffee, and a fruit salad consisting of one banana's, one orange, one mango, two kiwi's and a handful of grapes that he peels himself. the skin on the fruit helps him worry less.
𝙿𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚡 ⤵︎
phen doesn't have a specific routine, he tried to have one at some point but he gets distracted too much for any consistency.
phen showers every other day, or after he has a particularly difficult choreography. he doesnt sweat much so he doesn't feel like he has to, but he always wears a perfume that smells like cherries.
phen forgets to have an actual breakfast that isnt monster.
𝚁𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚕 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 ⤵︎
ramiel has a loose routine, but as someone who is nocturnal, it's different from the others. he wakes up around 4pm, and puts his glasses on so he can find his contact lenses by his sink.
ramiel showers after he wakes up and has his contacts in, but he specifically likes to shower with the light off, he finds it more peaceful. he doesnt always wash his hair as it doesn't need it too often.
ramiel's breakfast is a coffee and cereal with oat milk, he also likes to eat that in the kitchen with the light off.
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 ⤵︎
theo's mornings are slow, usually taking a moment to allow his body time to adjust to being awake, then followed by soft stretches when he's ready.
theo is a simple man with simple showering habits. in, clean, out. his body wash, shampoo and conditioner is whatever was bought for him by elias at christmas and birthdays.
theo's breakfast consists of a bowl of fresh strawberries with yoghurt and a fruity cup of tea.
fuck me that was longer than i expected, and also lowkey makes me wanna write some of these as a oneshot, but enjoyyy!
Knowing you're going to do an Abraxas breakout like you did for Phoenix helps with figuring out questions. How about what his order at the hybrid cafe is? He and Henry seem to be regulars there
oooo i love this! yeah, abby's breakdown is going to be harder to do cause i'll have to redact a lot hehe
abby's order at the hybrid cafe would be a double-shot cappuccino with regular cow's milk, and he adds 4 sugars
he wishes he could drink mocha's 'cause he thinks they sound amazing, but he ordered one once and figured out quickly he's allergic to chocolate
Just checking if you're okay. You've not posted in a while and seemed like you were planning on being really active
you're so sweet! i am okay, i promise!
a little life update; im starting a new job at the end of this month which i'm really excited about cause i'll have more consistency, i've just been slammed with the admin of getting ready for that.
also, i decided to start writing a dnd campaign set in runeterra for my irl friends and recently started doing a dnd one-shot set in fnaf (that has turned into a mini-campaign in itself) for my lovelies @disturbyn @madschiavelique and @hwalovs
BUT i am planning to be active, i'm probably halfway through the next chapter of lockjaw and have some smaller oneshots planned!
*weeps* I REALLY love your hybrid puppy Jayce fic!! It’s so sweet!! I love him so much, I love everything about it!! I do not trust Henry, I feel the hostility towards him. I hope we see Abraxas again!! Maybe him and Jayce could be friends! Eventually lol. I love how slow and steady this is, truly taking the time to win Jayce’s trust and get to know him, I just love it and think it’s so sweet!! I can’t wait for more!
me and the homies hate henry!
i’m so glad you’re enjoying it and you have no idea how giddy it makes me that you wanna see my baby abraxas more🥹 my yappy husky boy
I knew I didn't like Henry. Idk what he's done or how he got those documents but the way he spoke about Abraxas and Jayce..... I did not like it. It's nice to see you writing again too!!
your suspicions were correct! (omg my baby abby mentioned)
thank you, im sorry it took me so long to get back into it but im sooo ready and im probably going to try and update weekly
proof-read by no one, i let no one proofread this, you all find out together
part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight |
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At some point the clock had churned itself forward enough to hit 5am. 5:23am being the last timestamp you recalled before sleep had wrapped its lithe fingers around your ankles and dragged you into the realm of unconsciousness.
When a particularly loud car with a spluttering engine had passed your bedroom window and woken you from your restless sleep, you realised you’d actually fallen asleep with your phone still on.
There, on the dimly lit screen, was the last document you’d found on the subject of Hybrids.
Henry was correct when he’d forewarned you of the unpleasantness of your bedtime story, it made you wish that it was all just fiction. An amalgamation of dystopian sci-fi meeting biological horror.
Hybrids had been around for a very long time, beyond yourself, your parents, possibly even your great-grandparents. Four generations of life- of history mostly erased due to hatred and bigotry.
The earliest indication you could find was in the 1920’s, but you were certain there were trickles of them even further back than that, there had to be.
Weapons. They’d been made, initially, for the sole purpose of being expendable weapons for the military during the fallout of the first world war.
Whilst the world was healing and making reparations, Piltover were planning and preparing in the ways they do best. Deliberating and debating ways they can improve the safety of their own council should something similar happen in the years to come.
The brightest scientists that the country had to offer had devised a way to splice the DNA of animals with that of humans; maintaining their human appearance, while harnessing their animalistic traits to give them an advantage that their human counterparts couldn’t compete with.
The eyesight of a big cat was far superior to technology from the simple fact that it didn’t require calibration, testing or constant upgrading to best its enemy. Night vision that didn’t need to be turned on manually.
Similarly, their biology meant they could outrun a human, and their stamina replenished faster too. Nature’s predator manufactured into something that could be trained to follow orders while thinking for themselves to adapt to any given situation.
Not to mention that the skin of certain mammals is thicker and tougher; an elephant or rhino was a human- or Hybrid- shield with enough empathy to protect the members of their squad without a second thought.
These Hybrids were considered as a barricade, a hunter, reconnaissance, navigation, anything that was useful to the scientist that made them, but not as human. Just a tool to be harnessed and exploited.
If the mere idea of raising Hybrids just to be soldiers wasn’t enough to make your stomach turn in on itself, the way they were described in the documents finished the job- from what you could read around the constant grey bars of redactions.
It was dehumanised and devoid of any compassion; people who didn’t know any better were reduced to a description of ‘subject’ or labelled only as their animal counterpart.
You’d needed to take a moment to stare at your bedroom wall after that. A moment of pause to calm down and collect yourself that you were certain these Hybrids were never given.
Luckily, and you were using the term very loosely, the council of Piltover had voted in favour of abolishing the programme under the description of being ‘One step too far’.
The ache in your jaw was persistent from how many times you’d clenched and unclenched it in anger.
A member of the council, whose name had been redacted for- what you assumed to be- security reasons, had called the manufacturing of Hybrids to be ‘the beginning of a self-funded release of an invasive species’.
Your thoughts drifted to the man you’d left slumbering on your couch within the pillow fort you’d made together with such care. There was nothing ‘invasive’ about him. In fact, from the few short days you’d spent with him, he’d seemingly gone out of his way to shrink himself and his presence.
He was guarded, of course, and aloof with his emotions but he was kind and considerate. He shared his food with you, and tried to move you out of harm’s way when he thought there was the possibility of trouble ahead. Jayce was not ‘invasive’.
He had his own taste in music, movies and loved boardgames. He wasn’t a weapon.
The idea to check on him had crossed your mind, and you wondered if you’d find him still sat up like you’d left him, or if he’d woken up and assumed a more comfortable position within the bed of pillows and blankets you’d left him.
However, your need to understand him more overtook any notion of leaving your bed. Instead, you grabbed one of your pillows to hug it before you continued on your search. If so many exotic and larger animals were an integral part of the original designs, then why had you never seen or heard of them in your lifetime?
It had taken you the best part of an hour to locate the answer to that question, and when you’d found it, you immediately wished you hadn’t.
The words on your phone became blurry, unintelligible wobbles of lines in front of you as a few tears trickled down your cheeks and into the pillow you were holding for a comfort that it couldn’t provide.
They were ‘disposed of’. Living, breathing, sentient beings with thoughts and feelings had been wiped clean from existence simply for being as strong as they’d been created to be.
The voice of the councillor who had deemed them as an ‘invasive species’ had been heard too loudly and too clearly by the hearts of those who feared the consequences of what they’d done.
Not a single one slipped through the cracks.
The pit you felt in your chest was hollow, as if a slight breeze would pass through the chasm and hit the expanse of where your heart was supposed to be. Even so, it felt selfish. Selfish to cry and feel such anguish for something that didn’t affect you personally.
But it did. The man that struggled to sleep at night and refused to let you touch him; either through the apprehension of what you might do to him, or worse, what such a gesture might do to you, made it personal.
The document that had been a witness to your unplanned slumber had explained that, unsurprisingly, the best and brightest that Piltover could offer was unhappy with having to throw away years of research into what they proclaimed to be ‘groundbreaking’.
Shocking absolutely no one, the council agreed. They had put too much money and reputation into the project for it to be discarded, and if you weren’t hitting the very limits of your ability to stay awake, you would’ve screamed in frustration that the same sentiment hadn’t been extended to the lives they’d abandoned.
The programme had been ‘revised’, or so the document had stated. Accompanied with a law that the production of Hybrids was to be limited to ‘domestic breeds’ only. Easily tamable, and easily trainable.
A media campaign is what really put the concept of Hybrids into the public eye. They were advertised as a ‘companion’ or ‘accessory’ to the rich society of Piltover, something to flaunt a wealth that some could only dream of.
Although, like all fads and trends, the excitement died and Hybrids fell into the gutter of capitalism. Only now, the council couldn’t quietly sweep them under their gold-encrusted rug and pretend it never happened.
They were a part of society, whether or not they wanted to accept that fact, and humans would simply need to learn to co-exist.
Once your eyes had adjusted to sunlight creeping through your bedroom curtains and you’d conceded to the fact that you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep after remembering what you’d learned, you checked your notifications.
Henry had sent you a follow-up text around the same time you’d fallen asleep, asking how the reading had gone.
You’d managed to get out of bed and begin mentally forming your reply to him when one very loud question blurted itself into your thoughts.
How did Henry have this information?
If the council had been so secretive and thorough in their eradication of any trace of their blood stained history, then how did Henry- a man casually taking his own Hybrid out for coffee- have access to classified documents?
You slowly turned your head back to where you’d left your phone on your bed, screen open on your texts with the man in question, and your blood turned thick with enough ice to cause frostbite.
How you proceeded next had to be calculated, not just for your own safety, but for Jayce's.
I talk to many people who say things like "oh I have trauma but I don't have PTSD", but then when I talk to them a little more I realize that they most likely do, they just can't recognize it as such due to how lacking PTSD awareness is, even beyond the whole "it's not just a veteran's disorder" thing.
The main reason they think they don't have PTSD usually has to do with flashbacks and nightmares, either they have one but not the other or have neither. But here's the thing, those are only two symptoms out of the 23-odd recognized symptoms. Flashbacks and nightmares are two of the five symptoms under Criterion B (Intrusion), which you only need one of for a diagnosis. The other three symptoms are unwanted upsetting memories, emotional distress after being reminded of trauma and physical reactivity after being reminded of trauma (i.e. shaking, sweating, heart racing, feeling sick, nauseous or faint, etc). Therefore you can have both flashbacks and nightmares, one but not the other, or neither and still have PTSD.
In fact, a lot of the reasons people give me for why they don't think they have PTSD are literally a part of the diagnostic criteria.
"Oh, I can barely remember most parts of my trauma anyway." Criterion D (Negative Alterations in Cognition and Mood) includes inability to recall key features of the trauma.
"Oh but I don't get upset about my trauma that often because I avoid thinking of it or being around things that remind me of it most of the time." Criterion C (Avoidance) includes avoiding trauma-related thoughts or feelings and avoiding trauma-related external reminders, and you literally cannot get diagnosed if you don't have at least one of those two symptoms.
"Oh I just have trouble getting to sleep or staying asleep, but I don't have nightmares." Criterion E (Alterations in Arousal and Reactivity) includes difficulting sleeping outside of nightmares.
"But I didn't have many/any trauma symptoms until a long time after the trauma happened." There's literally an entire specification for that.
Really it just shows how despite being one of the most well-known mental illnesses, people really don't know much about PTSD. If you have trauma, I ask you to at least look at the criteria before you decide you don't have PTSD. Hell, even if you don't have trauma, look at the criteria anyway because there are so many symptoms in there that just are not talked about.
PTSD awareness is not just about flashbacks and nightmares.
Well if you insist....learning more about Abraxas would be nice seeing as he's appeared in Lockjaw already. I'm also intrigued about Ambrose seeing as they're a moth and that's different to all the other hybrids both in Lockjaw and your OCs. Then again information about any of your OCs would be devoured so idk
my big bad bitch Abby and Ambrose???
i think i will have to post these separately so the reply to this isn’t stupid long but ill link them below when they’re done!
