I don't know how I got here, nor do I want to be here. However, since I am stuck here for.. Who knows how long I'll be here, and it'd probably be best if I made allies sooner.
So hello, my name is Vortex...
OOC and more info below the line
OOC, RULES, AND INFO
Hello hello! Welcome to my villain Waterboy Blog! You can call me Doll! I use They/Them. Only real rules are to keep things respectful. Roleplay asks are allowed.
#vortexswirling = Non-ask posts
#pulledin = Text ask posts
#eyeofthestorm = Roleplay ask posts
#doll = OOC posts
Info on my villain Waterboy:
His grandma passed away in an accident where the heroes failed to save her when he was about 20, him being 24 now. His grandma's passing made him despise SDN and the heroes because they sent people who didn't care to help properly.
When his grandma passed he went to the ocean since it was their favorite spot together, but instead of it calming him, Herman ended up angry. During his anger he let out a huge burst of water, hot water. It was the first time the water had been hot, which made him realize there was more to his powers.
He soon was able to learn to control the temperature of the water, even being able to shoot it out of his hands if he focused enough. And one day he had the idea of trying to form more water by putting his hands together at an angle. When the currents hit each other they swirled together to create a miniature whirlpool. He eventually realized that if he output enough water he could do some actual damage.
Originally he aimed to be a hero outside of the SDN network, a more reliable hero. But one day he hurt a hero in the crossfire of an attack. At first he felt horrible, but then he recognized the hero as one of the ones who let his grandma die, and he couldn't control his anger and killed the man then and there. After that he got a taste for blood. Not long after he became the villain Vortex.
He doesn't see himself as a villain though. He isn't sure what he is, but he doesn't hurt innocents. Just villains and heroes who don't actually care. He also has a bad habit of stalking people once he gains an interest in them (typically happening when someone is kind to him). He doesn't see this as weird or creepy because he believes that if someone is interested in him what is the problem in him showing his interest back.
Some more fun facts that are not backstory:
- He has burn scars on his hands and lower arms, this is from when he first learned he could hear up the water. His body wasn't used to such hot temperatures and therefore couldn't handle it
- He can't handle people calling him Herm or Hermie, not even letting those close to him call him it
- Has an absolute soft spot for animals (especially cats)
- Still rather nervous and anxious but now has a cold determination alongside it, not letting his anxiety stop him from saying something if he believes it needs to be said
- Has an automatic distrust of heroes and will assume they are being nice purely to manipulate him and arrest him
Just wanted to add on some more information about what this Herman looks like for those who are curious, pictures will be below the line. I will be putting the credits to artists but putting a space between the @ and the name so I don't actually @ them.. I don't wanna disturb anyone..
Outfit by @ qu4ntumch3m1calm3m0r13s
Hair by @ birdssong
Hair is separate because his hair is dry since he knows he to use his powers, also cause I wanted to keep his shorter hair.
Once Vortex gets home, he sees Roulette relaxing on the couch. A pair of forearm crutches lay on the ground next to him. He looked exhausted, and he had a hospital armband around his wrist. A bottle of pills sits on the counter, next to a half-empty glass of water and a barely eaten bowl of cereal.
He seemed to be guarding his legs a bit, wincing slightly as Herman cuddled him but sighing and relaxing into the touch.
“I had just finished working one of my cases when some fucker from the Riverboats jumped me. I didn’t even know the guy was in Cali, but there he was. He jabbed me with something and suddenly my powers are out of control and he has a seizure next to me and conks out.”
He strokes Herman’s hair.
“Next thing I know, I’m in the hospital getting treated and they’re giving me those suppressants they gave Lucien with his appendix stuff and treating me for nerve damage I apparently got a long time ago but never realized I had because of my powers, so now I’m on superpower suppressants until further notice and my legs hurt like fucking hell…”
He sighs.
“I didn’t realize that many people would notice I wasn’t answering my phone till Dominic and Lightningstruck called me. God, I don’t even know how I’m going to work like this…”
Once Vortex gets home, he sees Roulette relaxing on the couch. A pair of forearm crutches lay on the ground next to him. He looked exhausted, and he had a hospital armband around his wrist. A bottle of pills sits on the counter, next to a half-empty glass of water and a barely eaten bowl of cereal.
He seemed to be guarding his legs a bit, wincing slightly as Herman cuddled him but sighing and relaxing into the touch.
“I had just finished working one of my cases when some fucker from the Riverboats jumped me. I didn’t even know the guy was in Cali, but there he was. He jabbed me with something and suddenly my powers are out of control and he has a seizure next to me and conks out.”
He strokes Herman’s hair.
“Next thing I know, I’m in the hospital getting treated and they’re giving me those suppressants they gave Lucien with his appendix stuff and treating me for nerve damage I apparently got a long time ago but never realized I had because of my powers, so now I’m on superpower suppressants until further notice and my legs hurt like fucking hell…”
He sighs.
“I didn’t realize that many people would notice I wasn’t answering my phone till Dominic and Lightningstruck called me. God, I don’t even know how I’m going to work like this…”
Once Vortex gets home, he sees Roulette relaxing on the couch. A pair of forearm crutches lay on the ground next to him. He looked exhausted, and he had a hospital armband around his wrist. A bottle of pills sits on the counter, next to a half-empty glass of water and a barely eaten bowl of cereal.
Once Vortex gets home, he sees Roulette relaxing on the couch. A pair of forearm crutches lay on the ground next to him. He looked exhausted, and he had a hospital armband around his wrist. A bottle of pills sits on the counter, next to a half-empty glass of water and a barely eaten bowl of cereal.
Does it make you feel better– taking all this blame? The world is heavy. Does the weight on your shoulders envelop you? Does it make you feel safe? Why does the need for grounding outweigh your sinking feet? Suspend yourself– tie yourself to something if you must. You have a wonderful gift. Looking at the world through compound eyes is a test of empathy. You have the heart for it. Do not sink below your eyes.
NUMBER: 12
UPRIGHT: pause, surrender, letting go, new perspectives
When Vortex gets home from work, Luca is nowhere to be seen. Music is playing somewhere down the hall, but that’s not unusual; Luca hates when the apartment is too quiet.
There is, however, a very quiet sound of sobbing drifting from the bathroom.
Luca is a mess, curled up on his side and laying on the bathroom floor, his body shaking occasionally with sobs. The sink has hair in it, green and brown strands littering the counter. The scissors and electric razor Luca used are still sitting on the counter. Luca hasn’t heard Vortex yet…
@roulettes-roundtable2
Herman paused at the sobbing. He didn't automatically go to the bathroom, grabbing some water bottles from the fridge, apple slices, and the weighted blanket off the couch. Once he had all that he headed to the bathroom.
He sighed at seeing Luca sobbing on the floor. He knew it had been hard, but he hadn't realized it was this hard.. He carefully went and knelt next to him, not touching him quite yet.
"Luca, honey.. C'mere.."
He opened his arms, offering a hug. He could only imagine the stress Luca was under to lead him to cutting his hair like this. It was a messy cut, but Herman would fix his hair after he calmed him down. And if Luca couldn't calm down automatically or gets worse, Herman had a plan.
Luca flinched at the sound of his name, uncurling slightly to see who came in. When he saw Vortex, arms wide and looking so damn patient with him, he launched himself at Vortex, with almost enough force to knock him over.
“Herm’n I-I-“
He hiccuped, holding onto Vortex like a lifeline. His muscles were taut, as if he were ready to bolt at any given moment. Everything with Fritz and his other cases had taken a more visible toll than just his new haircut; his eye bags were deeper, cheeks hollowed slightly from lack of appetite.
“I-I don’t-“
he couldn’t get his words out. The realization made him angry, frustrated with himself for letting it get to this point.
Luca pulled the blanket over his other shoulder, wrapping the blanket around him like a cocoon with what little energy he had to move. He cried for what felt like ages, sobs slowly fizzling into soft hiccups and little teary sniffles that refused to stop the steady stream of tears flowing from his eyes.
“I-I’m sorry, shouldn’t have-“
He had to stop himself to keep his crying at bay. Why did he have to be so fucking weak? He did this to himself, after all.
He rested his head against Vortex’s chest, embarrassed to look him in the eye.
Herman saw the shame and bit his lip. Now that wouldn't do. So with a deep breath he grabbed the scissors, bundled his hair into a ponytail like thing, and cut it about the same length as Luca's.
"There, now we both have bad haircuts."
He joked, smiling and making Luca look at him.
"But y'know what? I've been through this before. And trust me, I can make it look awesome. You can rock the short hair, trust. You're handsome either way."
He kissed his head, glancing at a nearby strand of green hair.
"And hey, I can even dye a strand or two green after we pick out a hairstyle, yeah? But first, let's get some water in you. You're probably really dehydrated.."
He grabbed the bottle of water he brought and held it out to Luca. No urgency, no rush. They had all the time in the world. And Herman would be there with Luca for every second.
Luca watched in both fascination and horror as Vortex cut his own hair off.
“you-why would you…do that? For me?”
The kindness was borderline overwhelming, watching and listening to Vortex as he took the water and held it to Luca’s lips. He felt like he was watching himself drink, the shock and anxiety of everything slowly ebbing out of his body as he tried to rationalize what just happened.
Vortex cut his own hair just so Luca wouldn’t be alone.
He fought the urge to cry again, just from the sheer amount of love he was feeling. Why would he do that for him? What did he, Luca Greene, do to deserve someone who cared about him enough to cut his own damn hair so that Luca wouldn’t go through this process alone?
“you-you didn’t have to…” he stammered out between sips.
"I didn't, I know. I just wanted to. This way you're not alone. Besides, like I said, I can easily fix both of our hair into something awesome. But right now, I'm more focused on getting you hydrated and a little bit of food in you."
He kissed his head, just holding him for a moment before grabbing the apple slices. It was a good few in a sandwich bag.
"You don't have to eat all of these right now, okay? But I would appreciate it if you tried to at least eat a little."
Luca took one of the apple slices and took small bites out of it, nibbling on it until he finished. He took another sip of water and slowly ate two or three more apple slices before his stomach made him feel like he was about to vomit if he ate anything else.
“can’t-eat anymore…’m sorry Herm-“
I can’t even eat four goddamn apple slices. Am I a joke? Has it gotten this fucking bad? All of these thoughts swirled in Luca’s mind, only quieted when Vortex spoke to him kindly.
"You are as much as you could but didn't push yourself past your limits.. That's a good thing.. Now, I have a whole Pinterest board from when I cut my own hair really short one time, if you want we can look through the styles and see if we find something you like.."
"Okay.. I'm gonna go get a chair so that you can sit properly while I give you this style, okay? You just wait here with me."
Herman left to get the chair. After a moment he returned with it and another bottle of water, just in case. He also had a small bag that Luca hadn't seen before. After getting Luca to move to the side he set the chair down in front of the mirror.
"C'mon, let's get you sat down and we'll start working."
He helped him up and into the chair. He kissed his head and smiled. He got a bit distracted, kissing all over Luca's face.
Luca stood up shakily, dropping the weighted blanket to the floor and sitting down. He giggled as Vortex kissed his head, and laughed softly as he began to kiss his face. It tasted like salt, the skin still rough from the tear tracks.
“Hey!-”
He smiled as he kissed Vortex back. It was shaky and hesitant, but filled with love nonetheless.
As Vortex began to cut, Luca sighed and hummed with contentment. He always loved getting his hair cut; the sound of the scissors, the way whoever was cutting it gently moved him to get better access to different parts of his head. He almost fell asleep.
When Vortex gets home from work, Luca is nowhere to be seen. Music is playing somewhere down the hall, but that’s not unusual; Luca hates when the apartment is too quiet.
There is, however, a very quiet sound of sobbing drifting from the bathroom.
Luca is a mess, curled up on his side and laying on the bathroom floor, his body shaking occasionally with sobs. The sink has hair in it, green and brown strands littering the counter. The scissors and electric razor Luca used are still sitting on the counter. Luca hasn’t heard Vortex yet…
@roulettes-roundtable2
Herman paused at the sobbing. He didn't automatically go to the bathroom, grabbing some water bottles from the fridge, apple slices, and the weighted blanket off the couch. Once he had all that he headed to the bathroom.
He sighed at seeing Luca sobbing on the floor. He knew it had been hard, but he hadn't realized it was this hard.. He carefully went and knelt next to him, not touching him quite yet.
"Luca, honey.. C'mere.."
He opened his arms, offering a hug. He could only imagine the stress Luca was under to lead him to cutting his hair like this. It was a messy cut, but Herman would fix his hair after he calmed him down. And if Luca couldn't calm down automatically or gets worse, Herman had a plan.
Luca flinched at the sound of his name, uncurling slightly to see who came in. When he saw Vortex, arms wide and looking so damn patient with him, he launched himself at Vortex, with almost enough force to knock him over.
“Herm’n I-I-“
He hiccuped, holding onto Vortex like a lifeline. His muscles were taut, as if he were ready to bolt at any given moment. Everything with Fritz and his other cases had taken a more visible toll than just his new haircut; his eye bags were deeper, cheeks hollowed slightly from lack of appetite.
“I-I don’t-“
he couldn’t get his words out. The realization made him angry, frustrated with himself for letting it get to this point.
Luca pulled the blanket over his other shoulder, wrapping the blanket around him like a cocoon with what little energy he had to move. He cried for what felt like ages, sobs slowly fizzling into soft hiccups and little teary sniffles that refused to stop the steady stream of tears flowing from his eyes.
“I-I’m sorry, shouldn’t have-“
He had to stop himself to keep his crying at bay. Why did he have to be so fucking weak? He did this to himself, after all.
He rested his head against Vortex’s chest, embarrassed to look him in the eye.
Herman saw the shame and bit his lip. Now that wouldn't do. So with a deep breath he grabbed the scissors, bundled his hair into a ponytail like thing, and cut it about the same length as Luca's.
"There, now we both have bad haircuts."
He joked, smiling and making Luca look at him.
"But y'know what? I've been through this before. And trust me, I can make it look awesome. You can rock the short hair, trust. You're handsome either way."
He kissed his head, glancing at a nearby strand of green hair.
"And hey, I can even dye a strand or two green after we pick out a hairstyle, yeah? But first, let's get some water in you. You're probably really dehydrated.."
He grabbed the bottle of water he brought and held it out to Luca. No urgency, no rush. They had all the time in the world. And Herman would be there with Luca for every second.
Luca watched in both fascination and horror as Vortex cut his own hair off.
“you-why would you…do that? For me?”
The kindness was borderline overwhelming, watching and listening to Vortex as he took the water and held it to Luca’s lips. He felt like he was watching himself drink, the shock and anxiety of everything slowly ebbing out of his body as he tried to rationalize what just happened.
Vortex cut his own hair just so Luca wouldn’t be alone.
He fought the urge to cry again, just from the sheer amount of love he was feeling. Why would he do that for him? What did he, Luca Greene, do to deserve someone who cared about him enough to cut his own damn hair so that Luca wouldn’t go through this process alone?
“you-you didn’t have to…” he stammered out between sips.
"I didn't, I know. I just wanted to. This way you're not alone. Besides, like I said, I can easily fix both of our hair into something awesome. But right now, I'm more focused on getting you hydrated and a little bit of food in you."
He kissed his head, just holding him for a moment before grabbing the apple slices. It was a good few in a sandwich bag.
"You don't have to eat all of these right now, okay? But I would appreciate it if you tried to at least eat a little."
Luca took one of the apple slices and took small bites out of it, nibbling on it until he finished. He took another sip of water and slowly ate two or three more apple slices before his stomach made him feel like he was about to vomit if he ate anything else.
“can’t-eat anymore…’m sorry Herm-“
I can’t even eat four goddamn apple slices. Am I a joke? Has it gotten this fucking bad? All of these thoughts swirled in Luca’s mind, only quieted when Vortex spoke to him kindly.
"You are as much as you could but didn't push yourself past your limits.. That's a good thing.. Now, I have a whole Pinterest board from when I cut my own hair really short one time, if you want we can look through the styles and see if we find something you like.."
"Okay.. I'm gonna go get a chair so that you can sit properly while I give you this style, okay? You just wait here with me."
Herman left to get the chair. After a moment he returned with it and another bottle of water, just in case. He also had a small bag that Luca hadn't seen before. After getting Luca to move to the side he set the chair down in front of the mirror.
"C'mon, let's get you sat down and we'll start working."
He helped him up and into the chair. He kissed his head and smiled. He got a bit distracted, kissing all over Luca's face.
When Vortex gets home from work, Luca is nowhere to be seen. Music is playing somewhere down the hall, but that’s not unusual; Luca hates when the apartment is too quiet.
There is, however, a very quiet sound of sobbing drifting from the bathroom.
Luca is a mess, curled up on his side and laying on the bathroom floor, his body shaking occasionally with sobs. The sink has hair in it, green and brown strands littering the counter. The scissors and electric razor Luca used are still sitting on the counter. Luca hasn’t heard Vortex yet…
@roulettes-roundtable2
Herman paused at the sobbing. He didn't automatically go to the bathroom, grabbing some water bottles from the fridge, apple slices, and the weighted blanket off the couch. Once he had all that he headed to the bathroom.
He sighed at seeing Luca sobbing on the floor. He knew it had been hard, but he hadn't realized it was this hard.. He carefully went and knelt next to him, not touching him quite yet.
"Luca, honey.. C'mere.."
He opened his arms, offering a hug. He could only imagine the stress Luca was under to lead him to cutting his hair like this. It was a messy cut, but Herman would fix his hair after he calmed him down. And if Luca couldn't calm down automatically or gets worse, Herman had a plan.
Luca flinched at the sound of his name, uncurling slightly to see who came in. When he saw Vortex, arms wide and looking so damn patient with him, he launched himself at Vortex, with almost enough force to knock him over.
“Herm’n I-I-“
He hiccuped, holding onto Vortex like a lifeline. His muscles were taut, as if he were ready to bolt at any given moment. Everything with Fritz and his other cases had taken a more visible toll than just his new haircut; his eye bags were deeper, cheeks hollowed slightly from lack of appetite.
“I-I don’t-“
he couldn’t get his words out. The realization made him angry, frustrated with himself for letting it get to this point.
Luca pulled the blanket over his other shoulder, wrapping the blanket around him like a cocoon with what little energy he had to move. He cried for what felt like ages, sobs slowly fizzling into soft hiccups and little teary sniffles that refused to stop the steady stream of tears flowing from his eyes.
“I-I’m sorry, shouldn’t have-“
He had to stop himself to keep his crying at bay. Why did he have to be so fucking weak? He did this to himself, after all.
He rested his head against Vortex’s chest, embarrassed to look him in the eye.
Herman saw the shame and bit his lip. Now that wouldn't do. So with a deep breath he grabbed the scissors, bundled his hair into a ponytail like thing, and cut it about the same length as Luca's.
"There, now we both have bad haircuts."
He joked, smiling and making Luca look at him.
"But y'know what? I've been through this before. And trust me, I can make it look awesome. You can rock the short hair, trust. You're handsome either way."
He kissed his head, glancing at a nearby strand of green hair.
"And hey, I can even dye a strand or two green after we pick out a hairstyle, yeah? But first, let's get some water in you. You're probably really dehydrated.."
He grabbed the bottle of water he brought and held it out to Luca. No urgency, no rush. They had all the time in the world. And Herman would be there with Luca for every second.
Luca watched in both fascination and horror as Vortex cut his own hair off.
“you-why would you…do that? For me?”
The kindness was borderline overwhelming, watching and listening to Vortex as he took the water and held it to Luca’s lips. He felt like he was watching himself drink, the shock and anxiety of everything slowly ebbing out of his body as he tried to rationalize what just happened.
Vortex cut his own hair just so Luca wouldn’t be alone.
He fought the urge to cry again, just from the sheer amount of love he was feeling. Why would he do that for him? What did he, Luca Greene, do to deserve someone who cared about him enough to cut his own damn hair so that Luca wouldn’t go through this process alone?
“you-you didn’t have to…” he stammered out between sips.
"I didn't, I know. I just wanted to. This way you're not alone. Besides, like I said, I can easily fix both of our hair into something awesome. But right now, I'm more focused on getting you hydrated and a little bit of food in you."
He kissed his head, just holding him for a moment before grabbing the apple slices. It was a good few in a sandwich bag.
"You don't have to eat all of these right now, okay? But I would appreciate it if you tried to at least eat a little."
Luca took one of the apple slices and took small bites out of it, nibbling on it until he finished. He took another sip of water and slowly ate two or three more apple slices before his stomach made him feel like he was about to vomit if he ate anything else.
“can’t-eat anymore…’m sorry Herm-“
I can’t even eat four goddamn apple slices. Am I a joke? Has it gotten this fucking bad? All of these thoughts swirled in Luca’s mind, only quieted when Vortex spoke to him kindly.
"You are as much as you could but didn't push yourself past your limits.. That's a good thing.. Now, I have a whole Pinterest board from when I cut my own hair really short one time, if you want we can look through the styles and see if we find something you like.."
When Vortex gets home from work, Luca is nowhere to be seen. Music is playing somewhere down the hall, but that’s not unusual; Luca hates when the apartment is too quiet.
There is, however, a very quiet sound of sobbing drifting from the bathroom.
Luca is a mess, curled up on his side and laying on the bathroom floor, his body shaking occasionally with sobs. The sink has hair in it, green and brown strands littering the counter. The scissors and electric razor Luca used are still sitting on the counter. Luca hasn’t heard Vortex yet…
@roulettes-roundtable2
Herman paused at the sobbing. He didn't automatically go to the bathroom, grabbing some water bottles from the fridge, apple slices, and the weighted blanket off the couch. Once he had all that he headed to the bathroom.
He sighed at seeing Luca sobbing on the floor. He knew it had been hard, but he hadn't realized it was this hard.. He carefully went and knelt next to him, not touching him quite yet.
"Luca, honey.. C'mere.."
He opened his arms, offering a hug. He could only imagine the stress Luca was under to lead him to cutting his hair like this. It was a messy cut, but Herman would fix his hair after he calmed him down. And if Luca couldn't calm down automatically or gets worse, Herman had a plan.
Luca flinched at the sound of his name, uncurling slightly to see who came in. When he saw Vortex, arms wide and looking so damn patient with him, he launched himself at Vortex, with almost enough force to knock him over.
“Herm’n I-I-“
He hiccuped, holding onto Vortex like a lifeline. His muscles were taut, as if he were ready to bolt at any given moment. Everything with Fritz and his other cases had taken a more visible toll than just his new haircut; his eye bags were deeper, cheeks hollowed slightly from lack of appetite.
“I-I don’t-“
he couldn’t get his words out. The realization made him angry, frustrated with himself for letting it get to this point.
Luca pulled the blanket over his other shoulder, wrapping the blanket around him like a cocoon with what little energy he had to move. He cried for what felt like ages, sobs slowly fizzling into soft hiccups and little teary sniffles that refused to stop the steady stream of tears flowing from his eyes.
“I-I’m sorry, shouldn’t have-“
He had to stop himself to keep his crying at bay. Why did he have to be so fucking weak? He did this to himself, after all.
He rested his head against Vortex’s chest, embarrassed to look him in the eye.
Herman saw the shame and bit his lip. Now that wouldn't do. So with a deep breath he grabbed the scissors, bundled his hair into a ponytail like thing, and cut it about the same length as Luca's.
"There, now we both have bad haircuts."
He joked, smiling and making Luca look at him.
"But y'know what? I've been through this before. And trust me, I can make it look awesome. You can rock the short hair, trust. You're handsome either way."
He kissed his head, glancing at a nearby strand of green hair.
"And hey, I can even dye a strand or two green after we pick out a hairstyle, yeah? But first, let's get some water in you. You're probably really dehydrated.."
He grabbed the bottle of water he brought and held it out to Luca. No urgency, no rush. They had all the time in the world. And Herman would be there with Luca for every second.
Luca watched in both fascination and horror as Vortex cut his own hair off.
“you-why would you…do that? For me?”
The kindness was borderline overwhelming, watching and listening to Vortex as he took the water and held it to Luca’s lips. He felt like he was watching himself drink, the shock and anxiety of everything slowly ebbing out of his body as he tried to rationalize what just happened.
Vortex cut his own hair just so Luca wouldn’t be alone.
He fought the urge to cry again, just from the sheer amount of love he was feeling. Why would he do that for him? What did he, Luca Greene, do to deserve someone who cared about him enough to cut his own damn hair so that Luca wouldn’t go through this process alone?
“you-you didn’t have to…” he stammered out between sips.
"I didn't, I know. I just wanted to. This way you're not alone. Besides, like I said, I can easily fix both of our hair into something awesome. But right now, I'm more focused on getting you hydrated and a little bit of food in you."
He kissed his head, just holding him for a moment before grabbing the apple slices. It was a good few in a sandwich bag.
"You don't have to eat all of these right now, okay? But I would appreciate it if you tried to at least eat a little."
Luca took one of the apple slices and took small bites out of it, nibbling on it until he finished. He took another sip of water and slowly ate two or three more apple slices before his stomach made him feel like he was about to vomit if he ate anything else.
“can’t-eat anymore…’m sorry Herm-“
I can’t even eat four goddamn apple slices. Am I a joke? Has it gotten this fucking bad? All of these thoughts swirled in Luca’s mind, only quieted when Vortex spoke to him kindly.
"You are as much as you could but didn't push yourself past your limits.. That's a good thing.. Now, I have a whole Pinterest board from when I cut my own hair really short one time, if you want we can look through the styles and see if we find something you like.."
When Vortex gets home from work, Luca is nowhere to be seen. Music is playing somewhere down the hall, but that’s not unusual; Luca hates when the apartment is too quiet.
There is, however, a very quiet sound of sobbing drifting from the bathroom.
Luca is a mess, curled up on his side and laying on the bathroom floor, his body shaking occasionally with sobs. The sink has hair in it, green and brown strands littering the counter. The scissors and electric razor Luca used are still sitting on the counter. Luca hasn’t heard Vortex yet…
@roulettes-roundtable2
Herman paused at the sobbing. He didn't automatically go to the bathroom, grabbing some water bottles from the fridge, apple slices, and the weighted blanket off the couch. Once he had all that he headed to the bathroom.
He sighed at seeing Luca sobbing on the floor. He knew it had been hard, but he hadn't realized it was this hard.. He carefully went and knelt next to him, not touching him quite yet.
"Luca, honey.. C'mere.."
He opened his arms, offering a hug. He could only imagine the stress Luca was under to lead him to cutting his hair like this. It was a messy cut, but Herman would fix his hair after he calmed him down. And if Luca couldn't calm down automatically or gets worse, Herman had a plan.
Luca flinched at the sound of his name, uncurling slightly to see who came in. When he saw Vortex, arms wide and looking so damn patient with him, he launched himself at Vortex, with almost enough force to knock him over.
“Herm’n I-I-“
He hiccuped, holding onto Vortex like a lifeline. His muscles were taut, as if he were ready to bolt at any given moment. Everything with Fritz and his other cases had taken a more visible toll than just his new haircut; his eye bags were deeper, cheeks hollowed slightly from lack of appetite.
“I-I don’t-“
he couldn’t get his words out. The realization made him angry, frustrated with himself for letting it get to this point.
Luca pulled the blanket over his other shoulder, wrapping the blanket around him like a cocoon with what little energy he had to move. He cried for what felt like ages, sobs slowly fizzling into soft hiccups and little teary sniffles that refused to stop the steady stream of tears flowing from his eyes.
“I-I’m sorry, shouldn’t have-“
He had to stop himself to keep his crying at bay. Why did he have to be so fucking weak? He did this to himself, after all.
He rested his head against Vortex’s chest, embarrassed to look him in the eye.
Herman saw the shame and bit his lip. Now that wouldn't do. So with a deep breath he grabbed the scissors, bundled his hair into a ponytail like thing, and cut it about the same length as Luca's.
"There, now we both have bad haircuts."
He joked, smiling and making Luca look at him.
"But y'know what? I've been through this before. And trust me, I can make it look awesome. You can rock the short hair, trust. You're handsome either way."
He kissed his head, glancing at a nearby strand of green hair.
"And hey, I can even dye a strand or two green after we pick out a hairstyle, yeah? But first, let's get some water in you. You're probably really dehydrated.."
He grabbed the bottle of water he brought and held it out to Luca. No urgency, no rush. They had all the time in the world. And Herman would be there with Luca for every second.
Luca watched in both fascination and horror as Vortex cut his own hair off.
“you-why would you…do that? For me?”
The kindness was borderline overwhelming, watching and listening to Vortex as he took the water and held it to Luca’s lips. He felt like he was watching himself drink, the shock and anxiety of everything slowly ebbing out of his body as he tried to rationalize what just happened.
Vortex cut his own hair just so Luca wouldn’t be alone.
He fought the urge to cry again, just from the sheer amount of love he was feeling. Why would he do that for him? What did he, Luca Greene, do to deserve someone who cared about him enough to cut his own damn hair so that Luca wouldn’t go through this process alone?
“you-you didn’t have to…” he stammered out between sips.
"I didn't, I know. I just wanted to. This way you're not alone. Besides, like I said, I can easily fix both of our hair into something awesome. But right now, I'm more focused on getting you hydrated and a little bit of food in you."
He kissed his head, just holding him for a moment before grabbing the apple slices. It was a good few in a sandwich bag.
"You don't have to eat all of these right now, okay? But I would appreciate it if you tried to at least eat a little."
When Vortex gets home from work, Luca is nowhere to be seen. Music is playing somewhere down the hall, but that’s not unusual; Luca hates when the apartment is too quiet.
There is, however, a very quiet sound of sobbing drifting from the bathroom.
Luca is a mess, curled up on his side and laying on the bathroom floor, his body shaking occasionally with sobs. The sink has hair in it, green and brown strands littering the counter. The scissors and electric razor Luca used are still sitting on the counter. Luca hasn’t heard Vortex yet…
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Herman paused at the sobbing. He didn't automatically go to the bathroom, grabbing some water bottles from the fridge, apple slices, and the weighted blanket off the couch. Once he had all that he headed to the bathroom.
He sighed at seeing Luca sobbing on the floor. He knew it had been hard, but he hadn't realized it was this hard.. He carefully went and knelt next to him, not touching him quite yet.
"Luca, honey.. C'mere.."
He opened his arms, offering a hug. He could only imagine the stress Luca was under to lead him to cutting his hair like this. It was a messy cut, but Herman would fix his hair after he calmed him down. And if Luca couldn't calm down automatically or gets worse, Herman had a plan.
Luca flinched at the sound of his name, uncurling slightly to see who came in. When he saw Vortex, arms wide and looking so damn patient with him, he launched himself at Vortex, with almost enough force to knock him over.
“Herm’n I-I-“
He hiccuped, holding onto Vortex like a lifeline. His muscles were taut, as if he were ready to bolt at any given moment. Everything with Fritz and his other cases had taken a more visible toll than just his new haircut; his eye bags were deeper, cheeks hollowed slightly from lack of appetite.
“I-I don’t-“
he couldn’t get his words out. The realization made him angry, frustrated with himself for letting it get to this point.
Luca pulled the blanket over his other shoulder, wrapping the blanket around him like a cocoon with what little energy he had to move. He cried for what felt like ages, sobs slowly fizzling into soft hiccups and little teary sniffles that refused to stop the steady stream of tears flowing from his eyes.
“I-I’m sorry, shouldn’t have-“
He had to stop himself to keep his crying at bay. Why did he have to be so fucking weak? He did this to himself, after all.
He rested his head against Vortex’s chest, embarrassed to look him in the eye.
Herman saw the shame and bit his lip. Now that wouldn't do. So with a deep breath he grabbed the scissors, bundled his hair into a ponytail like thing, and cut it about the same length as Luca's.
"There, now we both have bad haircuts."
He joked, smiling and making Luca look at him.
"But y'know what? I've been through this before. And trust me, I can make it look awesome. You can rock the short hair, trust. You're handsome either way."
He kissed his head, glancing at a nearby strand of green hair.
"And hey, I can even dye a strand or two green after we pick out a hairstyle, yeah? But first, let's get some water in you. You're probably really dehydrated.."
He grabbed the bottle of water he brought and held it out to Luca. No urgency, no rush. They had all the time in the world. And Herman would be there with Luca for every second.
/I’ve got a lot of hcs so buckle up. I’m choosing to not include them all because that list would be way too long, but here are a couple of them.
Sonar loves cooking. Especially if it has bugs in it. If sonar hadn’t become a villain I think he would’ve opened his own restaurant by now.
Sonar has this iron rod he placed in his room so he can sleep upside down in his mega-bat form, but still has a bed for when he wants to sleep in his hybrid form.
He is legally blind, but can see in the dark as if he was looking through a straw.
He tried to get an eyebrow piercing once, but it didn’t work out because of all of the fur.
He plays the bass, but rarely practices.
He always has to keep his phone and wallet in his locker during shifts because when he transforms his clothes tear apart. He tried to keep his phone in his tie once, but a villain noticed and tried to steal it. He beat up the villain (obviously), but managed to crush his phone while doing so.
thanks so much for tagging me!!! i might not do any headcanons right now since tagging stuff for warnings is a lot of work and i do like to shift / change from rp to rp - i might even make my robert change identity for a rp if i want i dunno - and stuff but i really appreciate it and thank you so much once again :3 //
Bobby has a sister that he drifted apart with after college her names Robin btw
He became Mechaman at 24
He was in the military he had the job that Zach hazard did if you know who Zach Hazard is and if you don't he was a E4 gunsmith or at least that's what I think it's called
After he got brought back he can barely feel anything but something could start making him feel again😌
He's a 6 ft blonde guy with either a Sigil or a seal on his back that hasn't been completed yet
And to why he's blonde is because the Robertson's first born always gets the hair of their mother
His favorite snack is a plain glazed donut
Don't know if this stuff counts as a headCanon but after a couple weeks of being brought back he decided to search for his family only to find Robbie's grave you don't really want to know what he did while grieving in those past couple weeks
— nyx really likes frappes, dr pepper, and white monster
— she found out she was bi by watching wild kratts as a kid. she was obsessed with donita and zach. do with this what you will.
— she unironically watches SO much reality tv. her favorites are traitors, dance moms, and oddly enough, the greatest british baking show
— as unhealthy as her eating habits are most of the time, she actually really enjoys cooking and does it to relax. she also likes cooking for people :3 her favorite things to cook are breakfast foods, desserts, and asian food
— while she does have a tendency to go a few days (cough cough up to a week COUGH) without sleeping, when she does sleep, she's out for like. the entire day.
— she has an orange kitten with down syndrome named shrimp!
⬆️ this stupid lil goob for people who haven't seen him
— before she transitioned, she liked going to her girl/feminine friends' houses and dressing up with them
Ooo boy, here we go. Most of these headcanons double as Waterboy ones too.
- He speaks German because he is partially German. He doesn't speak it often cause it reminds him of his Gramma. His Gramma is full German, having moved here with her English lover while pregnant with her son (Herman's uncle)
- That brings me to another part, my Herman's family. On his mom's side he has one of his grandma's (not his Gramma though), two grandpas, no aunts, no uncles. On his dad's side he has his Gramma, one grandpa (who he never met), two uncles, one cousin. He also has one half-sister and a nephew but doesn't know about them. The only one's alive are his mom, one of his uncles, his cousin, and his half-sister.
- When younger he heavily preferred dogs because his mom got him one when he was younger. After moving in with his grandma though that preference quickly shifted.
- He actually likes cold weather. I know everyone headcanons him as not being able to stand it but I think he is used to the cold anyways. Plus he can, kinda, control the snow a bit.
- Always has wanted kids. But he is terrified about being a bad father.
-First love is Lucien (( @royaleshousealwayswins ))
- His Gramma was thrilled when he came out as trans and gave him all of his dad's old clothes. He still has a few of those clothes..
- He can see but hates doing it. This is because it was a skill his mom had him learn to try and 'help his nerves', though with his shaky hands he just stabbed himself a lot with the needle.
- He used to play the stupid 'knife game' as a kid
- One time killed a high ranking Gov Official in his universe, this was before he was a villain.
When Vortex gets home from work, Luca is nowhere to be seen. Music is playing somewhere down the hall, but that’s not unusual; Luca hates when the apartment is too quiet.
There is, however, a very quiet sound of sobbing drifting from the bathroom.
Luca is a mess, curled up on his side and laying on the bathroom floor, his body shaking occasionally with sobs. The sink has hair in it, green and brown strands littering the counter. The scissors and electric razor Luca used are still sitting on the counter. Luca hasn’t heard Vortex yet…
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Herman paused at the sobbing. He didn't automatically go to the bathroom, grabbing some water bottles from the fridge, apple slices, and the weighted blanket off the couch. Once he had all that he headed to the bathroom.
He sighed at seeing Luca sobbing on the floor. He knew it had been hard, but he hadn't realized it was this hard.. He carefully went and knelt next to him, not touching him quite yet.
"Luca, honey.. C'mere.."
He opened his arms, offering a hug. He could only imagine the stress Luca was under to lead him to cutting his hair like this. It was a messy cut, but Herman would fix his hair after he calmed him down. And if Luca couldn't calm down automatically or gets worse, Herman had a plan.
Luca flinched at the sound of his name, uncurling slightly to see who came in. When he saw Vortex, arms wide and looking so damn patient with him, he launched himself at Vortex, with almost enough force to knock him over.
“Herm’n I-I-“
He hiccuped, holding onto Vortex like a lifeline. His muscles were taut, as if he were ready to bolt at any given moment. Everything with Fritz and his other cases had taken a more visible toll than just his new haircut; his eye bags were deeper, cheeks hollowed slightly from lack of appetite.
“I-I don’t-“
he couldn’t get his words out. The realization made him angry, frustrated with himself for letting it get to this point.
When Vortex gets home from work, Luca is nowhere to be seen. Music is playing somewhere down the hall, but that’s not unusual; Luca hates when the apartment is too quiet.
There is, however, a very quiet sound of sobbing drifting from the bathroom.
Luca is a mess, curled up on his side and laying on the bathroom floor, his body shaking occasionally with sobs. The sink has hair in it, green and brown strands littering the counter. The scissors and electric razor Luca used are still sitting on the counter. Luca hasn’t heard Vortex yet…
@roulettes-roundtable2
Herman paused at the sobbing. He didn't automatically go to the bathroom, grabbing some water bottles from the fridge, apple slices, and the weighted blanket off the couch. Once he had all that he headed to the bathroom.
He sighed at seeing Luca sobbing on the floor. He knew it had been hard, but he hadn't realized it was this hard.. He carefully went and knelt next to him, not touching him quite yet.
"Luca, honey.. C'mere.."
He opened his arms, offering a hug. He could only imagine the stress Luca was under to lead him to cutting his hair like this. It was a messy cut, but Herman would fix his hair after he calmed him down. And if Luca couldn't calm down automatically or gets worse, Herman had a plan.
