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I think the Batfamily can be organized by levels of germaphobia:
Least concerned/worst offenders:
Bruce - established grand tradition of running around in sewers
Dick - licks evidence off the ground. Will wear the same domino mask for multiple days.
Tim- enjoys being stabbed in the chest by blades that may or may not be clean. Long career as a skateboarder means his board has been tossed (to the horror of others) onto his bed/their car seats.
Jason - Expiry dates are a myth. Also see penchant for severing heads and then using the same gloves to answer his phone
Mid-Level Offenders
Stephanie- likes swimming. In Gotham. Also a sewer acolyte.
Babs - Has made out with Canary in the most dubious of make out spots. Will also drink coffee that has been there for an indeterminate amount of time.
They're Doing Their Best
Damian - Adopter of random animals, however he was raised extremely well and performs wazu five times a day
Cass- Will eat from dubious food carts, however she does take ridiculously long showers
Duke- (Has microscopic vision and will get grossed out pretty quick), everything he's done in sewers has been against his will, raised by a mom who was a neat freak.
What if I built a robot version of you that makes it obvious that I completely misinterpreted your entire character? Haha, jk.... unless.....
Random BloodyMary (on the rocks, to an extent) thoughts/HCs because I am mildly insane
None of this is explicitly romantic minus some Rockdrian, so take all of these however you want. Platonic, Romantic, Queer platonic, some secret fourth thing, whatever you like :)
• Simon is the Christmas Guy, Grace is the Halloween guy
• Eden probably didnt have /christmas/, per se, but maybe they had something similar. Its not like the christmas of the past, maybe it didn't even happen every year, but the adults would drink, the kids would get little gifts usually related to their jobs/roles (like Simon getting his knife from his mother, perhaps), it's one day when they can forget that humanity is ending and theres no hope. They can just kind of live, for a few hours.
• Simon really just liked to curl up with a blanket, drink, and maybe a book if he could get his hands on one. He didn't care much for the gifts or the drinking when he could. He just liked that he didnt have to be The Butcher for a day.
• Grace, on the other hand, went CRAZY during the halloween season. His college halloween celebrations? Blurs of drunken memories and slutty, scary costumes and a lot of fake blood. After he's a teacher? He decks out his classroom, he's the one who really pitches the idea of a Halloween Parade and Costume Day, he brings candy the last week of October and tosses pieces to his students when they answer questions.
• Simon likes to garden. He makes a whole greenhouse in the dome with Rocky and Adrian, the plants on the Hail Mary get cultivated and thrive. When he dissociates too hard, when he gets stressed, angry, whatever, Grace can usually find him in the greenhouse, working with his plants.
• The first time Simon gets a hot drink, wrapped up in a blanket in front of a fireplace (that Grace fought tooth and nail to get because "No, Rock, I'm not going to end up burning down my freaking house"), He cries. A little bit. It reminds him of being a kid, before the Quiet Rapture, even though he really did not remember much of that at all. He was incredibly young. He remembers sitting in front of the fireplace with his mom.
• Simon has a lot of repressed memories. Memories of Eden, of The Butcher, of Filament Station. He'll remember things long forgotten through nightmares, sometimes he'll just be reminded by something insignificant. It usually throws off the rest of his day, at best.
• Simon, when he first woke up on Erid, crammed himself into a corner with a broken bottle. Grace accidentally knocked him out and broke his nose (while high-pitched squealing) when Simon tried to hold Grace "hostage". The next time he woke up he was calmer, and he was incredibly apologetic, despite him having the broken nose. Grace is desperately apologetic, too, they were both just scared.
• Simon lowkey (its not lowkey at all) is going through psychosis when he first wakes up. Theres a few moments of lucidity, but most of the time he is completely out of it, fully believing that he is dead and this is Hell, and that the angelic man whose house he is sharing will be ripped away from him and he will wake up back in the SM-13, dying of a lack of oxygen, the Eel, drowning, something. He believes that this kind man and these kind alien rock people will be torn away from him when he's least expecting it.
• It takes a long, long time for him to recover from his psychosis. He still has days where he struggles with reality, especially because he was seemingly transported far into the past where the stars aren't just fading starlight of long dead celestial bodies. And also humamity has not even found a way to live on Mars yet. Thats also really fucking weird to him. His life is just simply Weird. It feels unreal.
• Rocky swears far more than Simon does. Simon loves to say Fuck as much as the next guy, but oh my god Rocky.
• Rocky teaches Simon eridian swear words, which Simon mimics the tone and melody of. They both torment Grace with "Bad Bad Bad" (or more accurately, "Fuck Fuck Fuck")
• Speaking of, Simon can sing. He doesn't. But he can.
• Rocky and Simon bicker. Constantly. Its their love language.
• Adrian and Simon have a very sweet relationship. Adrian watches Simon sleep whenever Grace can't, they were the first one to watch Simon sleep. They found Simon, after all, this is THEIR human. Rocky has Grace.
• I think Simon was far more comfortable with the idea of the Eridians (Specifically Adrian) watching him sleep than Grace was in the beginning. You mean he can sleep and he has someone to protect him and wake him up instead of him having to fend for himself? Oh fuck yeah, he's getting the best sleep of his LIFE.
• Simon and Grace have echolalia. They will echo each other and the Eridians. And then sometimes one of them will whistle a word in Eridian and the other will copy them.
• They do meow at each other across the house. Grace started doing it as a joke, Simon started copying him, it stopped being a joke and became a vocal stim. Neither of them are neurotypical at all.
• Simon gets gifted a lot of jewelry from Rocky and Adrian. He gets more than Grace, entirely because he wears the jewelry all the time and Grace only does on occasion. Grace has celebration jewelry, Simon has daily and celebration jewelry.
• I think Simon feels guilty if he doesn't use or wear the gifts he's given. He also does actually really like the jewelry, but the guilt cannot be ignored. If a piece accidentally gets broken it ruins his week.
• Grace helps the Eridian scientists synthesize alcohol (he had a bag of vodka left! They based it off that, just made it a little weaker), and obviously he and Simon get drunk that night (under the supervision of Rocky and Adrian, despite not needing to be supervised. Not like they're driving. Adrian is more worried about them drowning, Rocky thinks it would be hilarious to see them drunk.)
• Simon gets a shot in and is already Drunk. They didn't have strong alcohol on Eden, the alcohol they did have was severely watered down and very, very sparcely used. He tried to go shot for shot with Grace but Grace made him stop after three because Simon was already almost falling over in his seat (... can you tell I don't drink? Lol)
• Rocky uses he/him pronouns to match with Grace. Adrian likes they/it. Both Simon and Grace use he/him.
• Adrian speaks very formally and is very blunt. Rocky is also very blunt but does not speak formally at all unless he needs to (like when he's delivering the last words and condolences to the families of his crew)
• Grace gets his portable-eridian-talking-organ-machine, and before he understood that Rocky uses very informal language he would just copy Rocky. So his first introduction to Adrian goes something like "What is fucking Up Rocky-Mate Adrian. I am fucking jazzed to meet you." Adrian does not stop laughing for an hour. Rocky yells "GRACE STOP SPEAKING NOW NOW NOW NOW APOLOGY APOLOGY" as quickly as he can get it out.
• Poor Grace has to relearn a good amount of eridian from scratch. He knows a lot, can understand most of it, but theres quite a bit that he needs to learn the formal way of saying
• Simon really enjoys reading. If he's not gardening, he's reading.
• I've also seen people talk about how gentle Simon would be with the pebbles and I need everyone to see and agree. He would be so so gentle with the pebbles. Like if Grace's class got their own little xenonite suits and got to go on a field trip in the dome? Goodness gracious. He's so careful with them.
• Simon!! Is not religious!!! He has gone through a lot of unlearning, almost entirely on his own, through the stuff he was raised with on Eden. He still believes in heaven and hell, but more as like distant concepts that he only really believes in for his own comfort. (... not projecting my own feelings on religion at all wdym)
• He does call Grace "Angel" despite not being at all religious anymore. Entirely sarcastically in the beginning, it does become an affectionate nickname eventually, though. Slowly.
• Simon's last name is Fischer. I don't remember where I got that from but I remembered someone say that and I have adopted it.
• Grace is on the aroace spectrum! I personally headcanon him as demiromantic and aceflux (again, totally not projecting. Definitely not.)
I’m so sorry if this isn’t in character I haven’t played sdr2 in like five years but I miss them dearly and had twenty minutes to draw
(guys…i’ve been watching welcome to derry and i lowkenuinely find the clown attractive….so i wrote an imagine 😽‼️)
imagine pennywise’s first time appearing in front of you and you literally just roast the shit out of him. not like that’s gonna do anything regardless since, well, he still can eat you, but i think it’s funny to think about like especially in this modern age. i feel like if he did exist in modern day derry this man would deadass be roasted to hell. ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪
pennywise had been lurking in the corner of your room for only five minutes and you’d managed to piss him off from the comfort of your own bed. your quick-witted insults—“five head”, “six head”, “long head bitch, “balloon headed ass bitch”, “clown ass bitch”, “bitch ass clown”, “teeth-lookin’-like-the-duck-from-chicken-little face ass”—and plenty more where that came from, set him off into a spiel fueled by his crippling insecurities.
“do you know who i am? i am a god, an eater of worlds!”
“yeah…” you looked him up and down, then met his radiant golden pupils once again, a sarcastic half smile creasing on your face, “..i can tell.”
“what-“ a loud, deep growl permeated from him. you rolled your eyes.
“oh, nah. you can take that growling mess and get the hell out my house, five head.” you pointed to your bedroom door. you felt like your life was shitty enough as it was, and an all-seeing, child-eating clown with a bulbous forehead lurking menacingly in the corner of your room was the last thing you needed to see to really top it all off.
“ohhhh, hoh…you’re crossing a veeerryyy dangerous line, child.” his voice, strained and agitated, grew louder. “i could sink my teeth into your heart, i could gorge out your eyes with only my thumbs, i could-“
“-then do it already, shit!” you groaned, frustrated with his unfulfilling monologue. you impatiently flipped to the other side of your bed to face away from him. ‘oops, slipped up.’ you thought. this wasn’t good. what if he actually killed you now?
no way, you were calling his bluff. you know you’d been pissing him off ever since he got here, so you should’ve been turned into a late night snack by now. you knew just enough about pennywise the dancing clown—how, every 27 years, he weaponized the fears of the young and helpless and feasted on their flesh while the rest of the townspeople didn’t bat an eye. the fact that you were still in one piece proved to you that he probably wasn’t planning on tearing into you—at least, not yet. not until he could smell your fear.
he slowly crept to the other side of your bed, the multicolored bells attached to his boots and pantaloons jingling with every step. he leaned in closer, literally inches apart from your face, twisted into an unimpressed grimace. a long spurt of drool fell from his crimson lips and onto the floor; you heard the drop splash on the hardwood, and the lack of impressment on your face quickly transformed into disgust at the sound of it. ‘look at what im gonna have to mop up now’, you thought. he slightly tilted his head, his squinted eyes burning into your skin. he was studying you; studying the utter lack of fear in your body and on your face, replaced with the unmemorable scent of disgust.
finally gathering enough sanity and energy to formulate another sentence, you muttered “i’m gonna need you to stop drooling on my floor, please. this is nice hardwood.”
his eyes quickly widened at your request. pennywise wasn’t one to easily be caught off guard—he’d spent countless eons catching his prey in the element of shock and fear, so he would’ve never guessed that a worthless, smart-mouthed, bad mannered, feeble human woman would succeed in reversing the roles. he’s a terrifying, man-eating, shape-shifting cosmic entity and the only thing you’ve expressed any inkling of concern over was the state of your hardwood floors? you were an especially interesting character to him. rude, but interesting nonetheless.
without a word, he obliged, loudly slurping another long drawl of saliva back in his mouth before it reached the ground, creepily staring at you the whole time. gross, you thought. you wondered if he was capable of blinking at all.
“yuck, man, ew—“
“—you are an especially intriguing human, you.” he whispered in a low, gravelly voice. a small smile, lined by his crimson red lips crept onto his pale, painted face. “i do not smell fear in you. i have smelt it on nearly every human i have devoured. but you…you are a special case. very special indeed…”
“…the door is literally right there.”
“i’m not leaving yet.” his voice grew darker, more dominant and obviously irritated with your remarks. “you…aggravate me…more than any human ever has before.” he giggled, his deep voice slightly cracking. “you approach me with the utmost disrespect and without a notion of trepidation..” his amber pupils shakily shifted to the side, almost as if he was thinking about something. then, his eyes met yours again, and a disappointed grimace followed with it. he slowly backed away, breaking the ever-so-close contact with your face.
“you will taste terrible.”
“oh, good.” you seamed your lips into a straight line, nodding at the tall clown before you. as sarcastic and assumingly carefree you were, however, you felt a small wave of relief wash over you. he wouldn’t eat someone that tasted like shit, right? so that means…
“i will spare you. for now. but remember this—“
his eyes, piercing straight into yours, appeared so much more intense than before. his gaze was consumed with a burning anger but also an undefeatable ambition.
“—i won’t stop hunting you down. i won’t stop until you are left terrified and dead, until your blood coats my tongue and your flesh fills my stomach.”
you let out a light chuckle, unaffected by his threats. if he wanted to kill you, you were sure he would’ve finished the job by now. you were startled for only a few seconds throughout this entire encounter, and that was when he abruptly materialized in the corner of your abode. you were unpredictable. you irritated him. you fascinated him.
“sure.”
—should i make a pt. 2?? lmk in the comments if ur interested!!
The core four’s dynamic is so funny because
you have these two pretentious (lovingly, please don’t flame me) nerds who have making stupid decisions and taking initiative when it comes to plans as a defining characteristic and side note—actually see being viewed differently as a “well fuck them, who cares” instead of something to obsess over (that will defend their friends with their lives and we’re ignoring the d*ffers bad writing that contradicts this)
*oh and hate admitting when they’re wrong
and then you have
two of the most reliable, loyal, and thoughtful people ever who always show up for their friends but in contrast have a more realistic outlook on situations (post s3) and honestly kind of pessimistic mindsets because they prefer being careful over taking risks and will always be there for advice if you need it. another common trait being their passion being something that doesn’t always align with what their friends want and—and getting guilt tripped because said passion doesn’t align with what everyone else wants
and i just think that’s funny because i rarely see people split the group this way but there are tons of similarities in these pairs that we tend to skip over in canon
you can mix and match either way but this way is my favorite because of the contrast