Still nervous to post more HCs of Barnaby Brooks Jr, but here we go:
Barnaby has ophidiophobia, which is fear of snakes. He’s had it since he was younger, but worsened with Ouroboros.
He draws in his free time, and is actually pretty good. He mostly draws plants and landscapes.
Similar to rabbits, he’ll tap his foot if he is agitated or anxious. He will stomp if he’s really angry.
Some pet names will make him weak, and by weak, I mean, blushing so hard he looks like a tomato. Especially when he's called "baby bunny"
I hc him being on the Autism spectrum (I have ASD myself). He has moments where everything's overwhelming and he needs a quiet place to relax.
Barnaby's hearing is very sensitive. (possibly due to ASD) Loud noises startle him, and due to this, he hates thunderstorms.
He does have some form of PTSD from his time with Maverick and the deaths of his parents.
Barnaby does have shutdowns and meltdowns. Meltdowns for him are more rare than shutdowns. If he is really overwhelmed, most often than not, he’ll shutdown. He doesn’t really want to draw attention to himself.
Wrapping a soft blanket around him really calms him down after a stressful day. It is sometimes used by his partner to help him sleep, (typically followed with other actions like cuddling.) when Barnaby’s insomnia hits.
Barnaby loves the smell of lavender.
Continuing with more rabbit behaviors, he’ll nuzzle or chin things to claim them as his own. Typically its Kotetsu. If he’s excited, he’ll start running around and jumping off the walls. (It’s what as know as a “binky” for rabbits) Barnaby will also flop on his side when he’s feeling content and just lay there.
Barnaby’s got thick thighs and no one can tell me otherwise. He crushed a watermelon between his thighs in just a few seconds.
Even with his power deactivated, his kicks are deadly.
Barnaby is pretty touch adverse (yet another symptom of ASD) to anyone except for a select few people.
He is gay, and uses he/him pronouns.
Unlike Kotetsu, he doesn’t like swimming. Kotetsu is trying to get him used to the water slowly, one step at a time.
Barnaby is nearsighted, but its almost on the severe side.
He sings while he's in the kitchen, or whenever he thinks he's alone.
Definitely was a momma's boy.
His full name is Barnaby Emile Brooks Jr. (“Emil” is pronounced as e-MEEL btw.)
Barnaby has a strict routine. If his routine is interrupted, he gets upset.
Barnaby actually had a lisp as a young kid. Due to speech therapy for not only his ASD, but also his lisp, his lisp is mostly gone, so you wouldn’t even know he had one in the first place. He does occasionally lisp, which is embarrassing to him, but Kotetsu thinks it’s adorable.
Barnaby does stim, but often masks it. (His stimming is mostly rocking back and forth and hand flapping)
sigh it's my best friend why am I seeing her as competition rather than my friend
I'm happy she also got shortlisted but I'm too competitive for this 💔 ":3" please for the love of God shut the fuck up I hate it so fucking much oh my god
like yeah congrats you got shortlisted but like I'm gonna be pissed ASF if you get picked over me cus you don't even like the series but I've been a passionate fan for literal months and it's consumed so much of my life
I don't know what's up but ... I feel ⸺ really sad, actually. I don't get where it came from; I was okay, and then it was like all the things I bottle up and ignore for the sake of those I care about just ... all came out at once. I want to be silly and have fun with everyone, and make people happy; but it's ... hard when I feel this down. I'm doing my best ... and I hope that's enough. I'm going to give myself a small break to get my kiddo to bed and see how I feel afterwards. I'll be on discord, I love you all so much .. ❤️💙
I just want to be beautiful to someone. Pick up where we left off. Know they’ll never let me slip away unless I truly need to breathe. Know I won’t look away for what feels like a mere moment only to feel I’ve aged immeasurably when I look back and feel them so far away. I miss his energy. I yearn for it. Why is nothing ever good enough? Always shedding emotions like a skin. I’m sorry to those I love and jerk around in the wake of this. My tumultuous fits, most of them under my own nose. I’m sorry. I want to be taken care of. I don’t want so much control. I’m sorry. Please don’t be good enough. I know what I want but yet I don’t want to want to fall. All those movies where they’re like me, trying to pin the characteristics of “the one”, in the end it breaks the mould anyway. And will it just be one? Please, gxds, I desire something to tide this insatiable clamour. Why is nothing ever enough...
