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[companysman-blog]

disgusting sinful headcanon

Rhys unapologetically vapes. He has a pen that cost over $150.

[hopetouched]

Rules: Your muse has just died. They just dropped dead. As they were dying, they thought of these five things:

001. It doesn't hurt as much as he told me it would. Damn liar. 002. I'm sorry I hurt you, momma. I love you, I always have. 003. Should I be scared? I'm not feeling scared. It just isn't scary.. Huh. 004. Dad and Uncle Luke... I'm sorry about you, too. I've always loved you more than words can describe. 005. How did that quote go.. There is freedom in life, there is purpose in death. The Force is all things, and... I am the Force. Yeah.. That sounds right..

tagged by: stole from @cuyanir bc im a widdle thief tagging: @canderousordo @reydiiance @alderaaniia @mostdaringpilot (and bb!) @neversith + whoever else wants!

[hopetouched]

Ben is more likely to listen to female authority than male. Instilled in him by Leia, strong female officers, leaders, and speakers were something he’d always been surrounded by. Even with his time with the First Order, Ben is more likely to hear what Phasma has to say than Hux. He listens, engages, and sincerely takes in her reports, whereas with Hux he’ll simply walk away or clearly not be paying a lick of attention. With other male officers, he’s much less engaging but still at least half listens.

[companysman-blog]

Rhys semi-regularly experiences seizures due to the wiring in his brain and placement of his head port. They usually fall into the 'absence' or 'myoclonic' category; he loses track of time/consciousness for a few seconds and can't remember what happened, they can happen mid-conversation or in any situation such as that. As for the myoclonic ones, he loses slight control of his left hand (non robotic); overcome with essentially tremors and then stiffness of muscles after.

Very rarely does he experience a ""typical"" grand-mal. After injecting the Jack AI into his brain, he experienced one for the first time in quite a while. If he makes his brain work too hard, in a sense, the port will overload the wiring and currents, and basically send him into a convulsive seizure to rectify it. With that, he's careful of what he puts into himself.

He can feel the onset of really bad fits, denoted with extreme migraines, nosebleeds, fatigue, and drowsiness. He also experiences migraines on a regular basis because of the port (boop).

Rhys also tends to stay away from things with high caffeine content (coffee, some teas, not a lot of chocolate), as that can aggravate headaches and give him fits.

[peilot-archive-blog]

Lena can handle the stress of a fight far easier than stress and upset in a mundane setting. Have her in the thick of a raging gunfight and she’s cool as a cucumber for the most part. She can maintain a level head, assess damage taken, given, position and safety of others and in and out in the blink of an eye all without breaking a sweat and without getting too ahead of herself (though it’s not always the case, still more often than not she’s level).

A mundane life, however, is vastly different. Unexpected noises such as a door slamming, distant yelling, loud knocking when guests aren’t expected and even glasses breaking all can send her into a fright. She also cannot be near lemon scented soaps/cleaning products (dishes, hands, etc) without feeling terribly ill. Hearing or smelling any of these will almost always make her freeze on the spot. She equates them to punishments from her mother (and glass breaking to a particular intruder) and won’t move until she can process it or someone tells her it’s okay.

She’s been working hard on herself, trying to let go of the associations and tell herself that they aren’t signs she’s going to be hurt. It’s a long process, but she has gotten better. The only thing that may take longer to work on is the sound of shattering glass, whether it be a mirror, mug, or especially a window.

[opisverum]

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Headcanon time! | not accepting | @edenssoldier♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

     As obvious as it may be, tattooing. John loves getting tattoos and he loves giving them (though some are not as appreciated as he likes to pretend they are). Something about leaving a permanent mark on someone leaves a very good feeling for him.

     He can't tattoo himself in some places, such as on his back or his dominant arm/hand, so he has someone else do it for him, and more often than not, he can fall asleep getting them. The pain doesn't bother him, it honestly feels good and comforting.

     For other people, it's a game to him. For the unwilling that get their sins tattooed to them, the more they squirm, the more painful and sloppy he makes it. Those that submit more willingly, he makes it quicker and more neat.

[opisverum]

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Headcanon time! | not accepting | @poorlittlejoseph■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

     Seed Ranch is John's kingdom. Everything is quiet, he has next to no interruptions when he's there, it was his base of operations for quite some time before he had his bunker completed, and overall it's a quaint place to be. The house itself is mostly tidy and well kept. His office, which he keeps locked and the key on him at all times, is the messiest room there. It's not so unkempt you can't walk through it, but it's very full; cabinets, papers, folders, binders, corkboards, it's all in there and it's A LOT to wade through. He keeps his workspace mostly tidy so he can keep track of what he's doing, but he is only human and he does tend to lose a few things here and there under his work detritus.

     His bedroom itself is tidy and plain. It's comfortable and looks more like a guest room, he has little personal affects laying around, though his closet and dresser do contain his clothes. He has a few pictures here and there of him and his brothers together on top of his dresser, but not much beyond that.

     In his bunker, his room is small and private, again, only necessities and very few personal items. It's cornered off, tidy, and has little more than a bed and another desk for his workspace. He handles most of the Eden's Gate operations either from Seed Ranch or from his bunker, so he has quite a bit in both places to take care of. He travels a lot between them as to make sure he has only current affairs and isn't looking at something from two weeks ago.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

     John loves his horses so much, he tries to take time every day to go out and see them and take Sunny out for rides. When he does, if Jacob isn't around, he'll hook Foxtrot up and take her as well. The man loves his horses and they're one of the few things in his life that he has that actually makes him genuinely happy.

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

     John is a decent cook. He can take care of himself, he doesn't really need anyone to take care of him, but he could be better. He is very in to a good home cooked meal and all about the family togetherness over dinner once he has his brothers back, but he also won't say no to takeout.

[opisverum]

Rules: Your muse has just died. They just dropped dead. As they were dying, they thought of these five things:

001. I'm sorry I disappointed you in the end. I let my hubris and pride get in the way of your goals. Please forgive me, Joseph. 002. Don't blame yourself, Jake. Nothing could've stopped this. I know you're gonna go for years thinking it's your fault, but it wasn't. I love you so much, please be kind to yourself.. For me. 003. Faith, you deserve.. Much better. I'm sorry I wasn't better to you, I should have been so much more than I was. I hope you can find it in your heart to know I wanted better. I'm sorry. 004. It doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would. After all that pain I've done to others... I wonder if Hell will be as nice. I know that's where I'll be. I bet I'll fit right in. 005. God, if you're listening... If you forgive me for everything I've done, I'll accept where I go. I just.... Go easy on my family. At least Jacob and Faith. Joseph has put them on a path to death. Please.

tagged by: stole from myself tagging: any Seed sibs. (and whoever wants to steal it)