Dec 19, 2014
dorian bloom is the type of person to point out that mistletoe is a parasite
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dorian bloom is the type of person to point out that mistletoe is a parasite
would u hate me if I said all the things for dorian and jem .-. I'm curious ok
:D !!! Ah this was great thank you friend. However it did a) get extremely long b) stray from ‘headcanons’ and just become ‘discussions’. Oops.
■ - Violent headcanon
DORIAN: Dorian spent too much time as a child watching the Ring fighters brawl, and as soon as his magic started turning, that veil of shrewd curiosity swept over the violence. Everything became the movement of muscles, the swish of fists, speeds and angles, strong points and weaknesses. If not for his moral compass and experiences of violence at the hands of his siblings, Dorian would likely be a very different young man to what he is at present, perhaps a little more morbid and warped.
The memory of his past fascination conflicts directly with the morals he tries to uphold, as well as his awareness of his own insensitive streak, making for the repulsion he feels toward his tendency to swing back into the ‘safe’ world of the intellectual. Even more regret comes at the knowledge that it is in this world that he is most himself, most comfortable, most content. Guilt is definitely a major nexus of his emotions.
JEM: Jem doesn’t even remember what, exactly, caused that fight, but ey walked away from it with a tingle in eir fingertips and a terrifying thrill in eir veins. Eir opponent stabbed em. It wasn’t going to be fatal if properly cared for, but the pain and fear and adrenaline might’ve fooled eir body into thinking otherwise and a few moments later, it was the opposition bloodied on the ground, and Jem’s chest was heaving where ey stood over them.
Ey ran when ey realised what ey did. Ey doesn’t know what happened to the other guy, and nobody’s ever heard of the incident. Eir remorse did not last long.
♦ - Emotional headcanon
DORIAN: He’s good at controlling and levelling his emotions, or at least using logic to smooth them out. However, on many many occasions it has been his tendency to think — and think — and overthink issues that causes in him his greatest insecurities and, indeed, the most extreme emotional responses. See the spiel on guilt above: if he didn’t spend so much time in his own head, if he wasn’t so introspective and consequently aware of his own inconsistent morals, he’d likely spend an awful lot less time stewing in remorse.
JEM: An awful lot of Jem’s stirring, trouble-making tendencies spring directly from a need to ‘fill the void’. Ey laughs a lot. Ey sings, ey prods and jokes and insults just to have a giggle, but really that giggling is all ey has. Jem’s basically perpetually bored and empty or irritable. Notice how immature some of eir tendencies and behaviour is? Eir childhood was basically the only time ey was actually happy. Humour (and power) fuel the little rushes that ey lives on.
✿ - Happy headcanon
DORIAN: Happiness is a fairly rare emotion in Dorian, ever solemn and quiet is he. Fortunately, it’s not often that he’s truly sad or angry either, but his emotions tend to flux between contentment and mild anxiety, often linked with his often guilty conscious. I don’t think even learning really makes Dorian ‘happy’, and that’s saying something. He’s just this melancholy kid. (I really wish Pippa could’ve stuck around. She might’ve actually gotten through to him.)
What would make him happy, however, what would truly make him happy, would be for Spring to come and the birds, insects, animals to return with it. There’s a real wonder in his eyes every time Dante speaks of his travels, and Dorian honestly wants nothing in the world more than to just have a chance to discover and explore what the change of season has to offer.
JEM: I think Jem doesn’t hate kids as much as ey’d like people to think ey does. It does largely depend on eir mood at the time — which can change extremely quickly and without warning — I think ey does occasionally take a little time to mess around. After all, ey’s more or less a bored-slash-angry child in a twenty-two year old’s body. I can imagine em particularly paying attention to orphaned and or enslaved children, and ey did, with unusual speed, take a liking to Isa. I have this mental image of em seeing some lonely little kid sitting by the street, asking them if they’re bored, picking them up on eir shoulders and following market-goers as obnoxiously closely as possible for as long as possible before they notice. Otherwise known as ghosting.
● - Sad headcanon
DORIAN: When he was young, Dorian saw a cuckoo lay its eggs in a host nest, and later on, found the eggs of the hosts cracked and frosty baby birds on the ground while a cuckoo chick chirped in the nest above. Distressed by his discovery, he told anyone around, who happened to be one of his brothers. It didn’t go down well.
JEM: Ey sleeps a lot. Sometimes ey just doesn’t know what to do with emself — when ey’s run out of chores and extra training hours, when eir patrol is finished, when all the salves and herbs are set and stocked, the cat is fed and there is no havoc to be wreaked — ey sleeps. Sometimes ey couldn’t even be bothered causing mischief; at times even coming up with a prank idea is too much.
♥ - Love headcanon
DORIAN: Certain people and I have come up with certain plans for Dorian’s first real steps into the precarious world of romance, and it’s all very scary and exciting. However, naturally, Dorian doesn’t open up, and whether or not he’ll identify any romantic feelings he has toward anyone as what they are is very well a gamble. But anyway, I speculate that Dorian’s likely the type to be attracted to mystery, like-mindedness, and intellect. In his adulthood, though, I doubt he’ll ever romantically engage with anyone.
JEM: Confession I really want Jem to crush on someone at some point. It would be so hilarious oh dammit.
Stubborn, I don’t think Jem would ever admit to harbouring any real feelings toward anyone, though I do imagine ey likely tells people ey loves them just to make them uncomfortable. However, I can see it being a bit obvious when ey genuinely has romantic interest in them, once it’s fully fledged. Until then, however, it’s mainly tough-love and bitterness and…shit, Jem’s basically tsundere. A requirement of owning such a label is of course a warm side, though, which I think ey does have. Somewhere. Very small and shrivelled up after years of neglect, but its the side that lets someone curl up to it at night.
♡ - Sex headcanon
DORIAN: Ha, ha, he’s fifteen.
Hasn’t had The Talk yet, but is vaguely aware of, well, the concept. However I foresee that Dorian will likely be quite intimidated by the idea of having sex, mostly because of what he will think his magic might do. Take the intimacy out of it and strip the act of its…significance, I suppose, as Dorian is not the sort to take such things lightly.
JEM: Sex repulsed. Covered this here. Really sex repulsed, but not asexual. Represses all sexual urges until they are absolutely obliterated — and linking up with the above, would probably try to suppress romantic feelings as ey associates them with sex. But ey’d fail, I think. Ey’s more sensitive than ey lets on, and I think there is a tiny sliver of eir heart that does want intimacy and understanding.
Ah shit.
☆ - Appearance headcanon
DORIAN: 5’4 or 163cm, impeccable posture and modest clothing. His general mannerisms and the way he speaks makes him seem older than he really is. He tries to take care of how he looks as best as he can, for various reasons, most notably relating to the maintenance of his image as neat and clean — both things his family are not. His hair is kept quite short; he’d hate it to bother him while working or, worse yet, obscure his vision.
JEM: 5’10 or 179cm, either walks with a bold, cocky confidence or with a surly sort of prowling slouch. Jem will never be seen without eir cowl on, its shadow dipping over eir mess of brown hair. It is quite rare to see em without eir bag, and a knife is at all times on eir person. Ey does carry a fine sword when necessary, but seldom finds need to use it. Other than that, Jem will usually wear typical Ranger gear, though if ever the occasion arises that ey might don civilian clothing, naturally it is quite androgynous and lacking definition.
☠ - Death headcanon
DORIAN: I don’t know why, but I have always felt as though Dorian is going to die fairly young. Before that, he will grow up. He’ll work perfectly in sync alongside Dante, his perfect complement. He’ll be just as mysterious, too: he’s already doing a fairly good job. No-one will truly know Dorian Bloom. I think he will draw back into himself even further, but will likely attain more of a balance between his morality, intellect, and emotions. I think he’ll become an awful lot more peaceful, but also less engaged in reality — he’ll be so disconnected from the world, yet more connected to it than anyone. Mild, gentle, respectful, much like he is now but a lot less chaotic internally. However, I have always felt that his death will be associated with rebellion of some form. I’m thinking at around age thirty.
JEM: Considering irony makes up the backbone of Jem’s life, I think it sounds about right that ey might die after taking up an injury — sacrificing emself for someone else. Sound familiar?
That won’t happen for a long while, though. Not after some serious development. I can see it either when ey’s still twenty-something, or forty or so and tired.
♒ - Family headcanon
DORIAN: He has an aunt that not he, nor his mother, nor any of his siblings know about. Why?
She is like him.
JEM: Jem’s father was fairly poor and certainly illiterate. He met Cat when she dropped a bunch of books and a script for an upcoming play. He helped pick them up and they chatted awkwardly for a moment, before he asked her what all the papers were and soon after made it a goal to guiltlessly spare enough money to see her perform.
☮ - Friendship headcanon
DORIAN: Haha that moment when your character has no friends. Except Maeve and Dante but they really are more family than friend. He doesn’t even consider Emmeline and Isa as friends. Dorian doesn’t have friends. He doesn’t think he needs them. Doesn’t want them. But the thing is, he could have friends. He really could. If he were to just let people closer, be friendlier, and above all stop exploiting people and lying…he feels guilty for lying and cheating, yet still does so. A lot of what holds him back is that guilt, as well as his trust issues — but again, they more or less stem from the fact that he knows he’s manipulative and can hide it.
JEM: Depending on eir mood, Jem will either tell you that everyone is eir friend or nobody is. Usually nobody.
▼ - Childhood headcanon
DORIAN: Everything got so much better after Dante took him in. Dorian, though most of it was consumed by his endless drive to work and the lingering fear that Dante might dismiss him if he grew slack, actually could look fairly fondly back at the later half of his childhood. In a few years he’ll remember it as a time of learning and growth. But in all honesty, it was after Dante took him in that Dorian started to actually feel safe, loved, though his inveterate tendencies toward suspicion and distrust kept him ‘grounded’, as if genuinely being cared for was outrageous. Which, in his neglected heart, it unfortunately was.
JEM: Eir father taught em how to swim and ey loved it, ey loved it so much. Ey’d have to be coaxed sulky and shivering out of the shallows just to get em home in time for dinner, and ey’d always be trying to catch the bugs and fish that swam about the rocks. Eir old man’s warm, broad shoulders made eir throne on the trip back home and ey never felt more grand, though little Jem’s lips were blue and eir skin would certainly be stinging and red the next day. And when the time came, Jem would — and I like to imagine that Tristan found this pretty gross — sit there peeling the film off eir sunburnt back, smugly satisfied all the while. If you were to ask Jem the one thing ey misses most about summer, it would be that feeling.
∇ - Old age headcanon
I don’t think either of them are going to make it to old age. As mentioned, Dorian might make it into his thirties. Jem might make it to forty, if ey’s lucky and not stupid. (Gwenna will grow old, however. Old and happy with grandchildren, if she has her wish.)
☄ - Food headcanon
DORIAN: He can cook, and does so for Dante when needed. All very simple dishes, nothing very complicated, though such things are likely well within the reaches of his tenacity and willingness to learn. Just doesn’t see an awful lot of point in overextending resources such as time and money in order to prepare particularly fancy meals. He eats like a bird, though. Eats slowly and in little bits, and not much of it either. He has a knack for making basically any quantity of food ‘enough’.
JEM: A surprisingly good cook. I think potatoes are genuinely Jem’s favourite thing, but shoot a deer and chuck the meat into stew and you have one very nostalgic and appreciative Ranger Adair.
★ - Education headcanon
DORIAN: Well, Dante has taught him almost everything he knows regarding their craft — I say ‘almost’ because Dorian did fashion his own masks out of as little as clay, at age seven. However, as has been fairly well established, Dorian learns through observation and careful analysis of observed material. Obviously he also performs research and records information, quite carefully and with dogged determination. He has trouble reading and comprehending written material, yes. But Dorian is more intelligent and has amassed more information than he is capable of describing.
JEM: No child of Cat Adair’s wouldn’t learn to read — no offence intended, Jay, she’d tell her husband, and he’d say none taken and try to contain his pride while young Jem sounded out the words on the page. Once upon a time, Jem might’ve read occasionally for enjoyment, or to please eir parents, but outside of medically-oriented books nowadays ey does not read unless necessary.
oh boy ive missed writing dorian's thought tangents
MAEVE AND DORIAN FROM RIVAL SCHOOLS IN THE TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT GOODBYE
BLESS
"A troll? A troll?" If it were at all possible for Dorian to pop out from his frame, that was absolutely what he would be doing. He turned, a roughly-painted hand raked down his hair, eyes wandering, far away as the snowy oil backdrop could take him. Perhaps he could get Maeve to move his canvas near a window — it was not every Triwizard that the visitors payed mind to the paintings, and it was not every Triwizard that someone like her came along, just like it was not every Triwizard that they let trolls guard prizes.
3 sentence meme: Morian get lost in a rose maze and it's getting dark
I HAVEN’t EVEN REBLOGGED IT YET YOU LITTLE
"H-ey, no, it’s alright,” he said softly, wrapping the smallest of his fingers round hers. The thorns jutted angrily out from their beds of leaf and stalk and petal, and the sun was crouching low on the horizon — it made the hairs on his neck prickle up — but Dorian was quite the smart young man; he would manoeuvre the both of them out of this mess. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back before HM can get too hungry.”
birds. dorian owms birds
ladies and gentlemen we have hit the jackpot
What if i put cyrille in the modern au ahahahaha thatd be gREAT
writing prompt: what ha[ppens if dorian sees maeve getting harassed go
"Maeve," he says. "Maeve, it’s me, I’m here. Are — are you alright?"
Her breath, he can hear, and though it’s restless and shaky, it’s something. Dorian glances up, eyes chasing the offenders as they disappear into the crowd. Maeve is pressing herself against the wall — or maybe it’s what’s keeping her upright. He extends a hand, slowly, and it’s hard to tell whether she’s shaking or flinching, but eventually his touch finds her arm and stays there. “Maeve,” he says again, forcing the urgency from his tone. “They’re gone.”
He almost wishes they weren’t. If only so he could make them pay himself.
Dorian licks his lips, and shoots another glare over his shoulder. They really are gone, and every impulse he’s ever owned is coming out from hiding and clawing at his brain saying make those fuckers pay.
Why, he thinks suddenly, could I not have been born a brute?
There are times he wishes that he could have shaken the earth like his brothers and sisters, or moulded the earth around his enemies. He almost wishes, now, that he might tear the ground from beneath the men who harmed her. But he couldn’t, no, and such aggressive means would not do. Besides: he’d been gifted with a magic that, if used in certain ways, he knew carried every potential to be lethal.
"Let’s — get you inside," he says, and begins to guide her to the shop. He’s still, in the eyes of many, a boy. He could not bring much harm to anyone, no matter how sharply his anger rose. There is no choice now but to bide his time. For now, he must look after her. Be support she needs. Later, plans will form. And later still, they will evolve into action. "Are you alright?"
Night falls.
The moon rises, and it leads its army of stars into the dark.
Dorian will remember their faces.