MY CHIP'S MAGIC TATTOOS HEADCANON!!!!
LIKE OH MY GOD—
Whenever Chip argues with Jay or Gill, they'd ask him out of nowhere, "Why are you angry?" and, almost in denial, he'd say, "NO, I'M NOT!" BUT they would still take notice of the flames creeping up his face, crackling audibly, even when he stays silent and withdrawn from a situation.
And let's talk about when Gill attempts to cup Chip's head in his hands and kiss him on the forehead... AND SO Chip gets sooo incredibly embarrassed that he'd almost burn Gill's palms off LMAO.
And when Chip feels down, the crew would notice the flames receding, hardly extending beyond his collarbone. The tattoos would appear unmoving, slightly faded, no longer emanating their usual warmth.
GOOD GOD, I JUST ADORE THE CONCEPT OF HIS TATTS GIVING OFF SOME MORE WARMTH—
At the Black Sea, his tattoos would remain small, subdued, and almost unmoving. Yet, when the captains huddle together for a nap, the tattoos would slowly gain back their vibrant colors and comforting warmth. It's just as if knowing that his captains are resting safe and sound beside him is enough...
I think Jay would sleep with her back turned to him, his arm supporting her head while her hands are gently clasped around his forearm. Perhaps she does it only to keep them warm, but maybe it's because that warmth somehow feels familiar. And in those quiet moments, she can't help but reminisce about Ava's fiery hair slipping through her fingers, making her remember times when they used to braid each other's hair before drifting off to sleep.
On the other side, Gillion would absolutely just wrap himself around Chip, loving the warmth that envelops him. Because waking up in that comforting sensation reminds him of the times he fell asleep on the deck after training, waking up to the gentle warmth of the sun on his skin. Their warmth now simply remind him of sunlight, something he deeply misses seeing...
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I work at a summer camp and one of the programs we have is called “nocturnal camp.” As the name suggests, the kids in nocturnal camp stay up all night. I’m not their counselor but I’ve had a few interactions with them and I swear they’re a hive mind. I said something along the lines about how I was going to go crazy from all these tie dye fumes and they all turned towards me and said I’m unison:
“Crazy? I was crazy once. They sent me to a camp. A summer camp. A summer camp where I didn’t sleep. The lack of sleep made me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once…”
And this kept on going until their counselor told them to stop. They immediately stopped and went back to whatever the hell it was they were doing before their whole bit.
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c🔪c •)_)__\ Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with Rattatas. And Rattatas make me crazy.
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I cannot have mutuals anywhere for the life of me.
I have a serious bone to pick now. I cannot believe I found out BECAUSE OF TUMBLR?!?
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