Some random Smoke/Tomas HC
Tomas' favorite sparetime is reading. Fictions, non-fictions, he doesn't limit himself to a certain genre. He'd take whatever he can get from the Lin Kuei library.
He has this reading glasses with thin, silver frame he keeps on his nightstand. He often reads before bed, too.
The most well-knowledged brother.
He reads because it's the most effective way to get rid of his disturbing thoughts of Enenra. Storylines and character analysis really occupy his mind.
Being the adopted/younger brother out of 3, he's always being told what to do that it irritates him most of the time. He knows his brothers are looking out for him, but this habit dies hard and makes him rather a rebel.
He's interested in normalcy. Since the way he used to live and the life he's living now wouldn't be considered so (based on all the fictions he read), he would sneak out of the Lin Kuei temple to just stroll around the market, go to the public library, sit in a coffeeshop, etc. He really likes to learn about people's different habits and how they behave.
He goes with precautions, of course. Normal, casual clothes, medical masks, anything to appear normal and out of sight.
It's no rare occasion when he gets in trouble for doing so. He'd do something stupid like not paying enough for an orange and ran away. Oh Bi-Han was furious when he found out.
Did he learn his lesson? Yes. He's a quick learner. Did Bi-Han's anger stop him? Absolutely not.
Part 2: with gender neutral s/o
Part 3: in bed with Tomas (NSFW)
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thinking about 4halo again and dying
they just. they used to be so sweet together. and then the election arc managed to genuinely turn them against each other (and bad is still affected by being caged in the museum) and i would NOT have been surprised if a rebellion had started within the next few weeks after their last fight and. they used to be friends and then they almost destroyed each other
and then the eggs went missing
and there are so many parallels between them, but one of the biggest parallels is how they're both protectors. they both protected the eggs (and, when he became president, forever extended that protection to the other islanders) but the eggs went missing and they had to put all of that aside. Forever was quicker to put it down than Bad was (it felt like only a very temporary truce, from Bad's end), but they put their problems on hold, because their eggs. were gone.
and another parallel. the destruction. both of them with their plans to cause ruin because then, maybe, theyll get their kids back. bad caused most of the grieving arc damage directly, and got aypierre and antoine to help him. he dug holes in the ground. he placed mines everywhere and leapt into them. he started the lavacasting process of the fed building (and was interrupted by admins, so he stopped, but philza and fit were still right to laugh at him lmaoo). he drilled a hole through the side of the federation office from a huge distance away. he has chosen to hurt his friends and himself to get the eggs back. whatever the cost.
forever destroyed the island. or he planned to destroy the island. or he was interrupted just before he destroyed the island or or or. I don't know. but it was big, and it was bad. bad enough that the feds had to step in and forcefully drug him, and kickstart the happy pills arc.
and the happy pills arc..... oughghghgh as fucking awful as it was for their characters to experience i genuinely truly think that it saved them from each other. when he was first told about forever being fucked up bad was still in the "i need to kick his butt" mindset, and was all ready for an excuse to kill forever. and then he saw forever. and the first proposal happened. and bad was angry and he was sad and upset and he was careful. forever tried to kill him. bad decided to save him. forever kept trying to marry him. forever kept taking the pills. forever was so scared of his own anger and all of the damage he could and would have caused to his family that he kept taking drugs that kept him so out of his mind he hallucinated his son was just sleeping safely at his house.
and they both tried to kill each other. and they both failed.
and bad showed phil and cellbit (and tubbo) the item scanner that dapper discovered, which could destroy him, because nothing else was working. because they needed to save forever. because bad was reminded by then that forever was a victim of the federation instead of just a mouthpiece for it. and then when forever woke up he saw bad, suffering, and so excited to see him awake.
and now they're here on opposite sides again with forever projecting his protection urges onto the fed worker in bad's basement and bad frustrated that he isn't being believed and his evil plans of giving ron lemons apology brownies is being interrupted and. look at them. soft "i hate you" and the appreciation room and bad's quiet heartbreak when he learned about forever being missing and the "i miss you" book bad got mad at because it asked him not to torture fed workers. does anyone hear me im so ill about them. do you understand they care about each other so much and the happy pills arc reminded them of that. forever realized bad is colourblind and bad assumed forever was poisoning him and then forever helped bad cheat on another colourblindness test and forever was giving bad flowers and bad was accepting them and accepted that he was colourblind despite his previously constant denial and! i don't know if im being comprehensible and i dont really care i will be honest i just need you to know i am frothing at the mouth like a rabid little beast. they are a TRAGEDY of miscommunication and external pressure but they love so so much. platonic or romantic or qpp they CARE and it tears me to shreds
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tagged by @agena87 <3
OCS as OBSCURE ASSOCIATIONS with Theo
ANIMAL: rabbits / deer / field mice
COLORS: burnt orange / red
MONTH: september… it’s his birth month
SONGS: he has a playlist, but some personal favorites for him are kaleidoscope by flower face, violence by andy stott, and numb by meg myers
NUMBER: 6
PLANTS: love-lies-bleeding / dwarf sunflowers
SMELLS: soap / powder / citrus
GEMSTONE: carnelian / jasper
TIME OF DAY: 3 am
SEASON: summer
WEATHER: a sunshower that leaves your shoulders damp but your skin warm in the balmy air
SKY: dusk
PLACES: curled up in the center of his bed nestled by blankets and pillows / shivering in an empty dormitory with exposed brick and drafty windows
FOOD: bruised plum
DRINKS: lemon water
SEASONINGS: ginger
ELEMENT: fire
ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: libra
MAGICAL POWER: clairvoyance / invisibility
WEAPONS: teeth / nails
SOCIAL MEDIA: …neocities? idk he doesn’t use social media so i can’t even think of anything. he’d be a hit on instagram tho. he’d never write captions and his bio would be empty but he’d have a little following. his pictures would get reposted on pinterest all the time.
MAKEUP PRODUCT: eyeshadow smeared by fingers and tears
CANDY: warheads
METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: falling asleep in the back of a bus and startling awake an hour later with no clue where he is
ART STYLE: watercolors / graphite on thick sketching paper
FEAR: doors / windows / mirrors
MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: phoenix
PIECE OF STATIONERY: a black fountain pen that keeps leaving blots of ink all over the page and smears like blood on your hand
THREE EMOJIS: 🐇🎒🩹🧼💉🧯📖
CELESTIAL BODY: europa
tagging @wldestluv-rs, @lucidicer, @fizzytoo, @rottengurlz, @omgkayplays, @shadowcursedballs (rhys please 👐), and @wasabichips (valen please 👐)
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He jolted awake, startled by a particularly unsettling nightmare. Instead of lying on the ground bleeding out in Silver Lake, he found himself on his feet, interrogating the two fuckers for information. Strangely, he was now one of the captives, looking at his own ruthless demeanor. The memories were hazy, but he knew his mind had shut down, leaving only one mission: find Ellie. Nothing else mattered; not the pain from tearing stitches or bleeding. However, the chilling aspect was witnessing his own brutality. Despite wanting to scream, he felt suffocated, awakening just before the final blow. As if on cue, his hand trembled—'that hand,' the same one used to kill the soldier and the Silver Lake men and every other in the name of protecting. Neglected, the pain now came back to bite him in the ass, causing him to relive the nightmare.
Defeated and exhausted, he attempted to return to sleep, but his hand throbbed, the pain radiating up to his shoulders. Images of past violence persisted. Turning to his back, he stared at the ceiling, many assumed that after killing so many you'd become numb to it, but it was far from the truth, he thought about it everyday, if he could avoid killing he would, he does, but damn it there is no talking left in this world.
Sleep was now a non brainer. Retrieving a worn rag from his desk, he bound it tightly around his hand, attempting to numb the pain. Massaging only intensified the relentless ache. Resigned, he accepted that it would be a challenging day, especially with construction tasks ahead. Careful not to disturb Ellie, he descended the stairs in the early morning.
After a few hours in front of the TV, he stood up, preparing breakfast with the awareness that his hand would slow him down. Ellie, wrapped in a blanket, descended with disheveled hair. Suppressing the strain in his voice, he greeted her, "Hey, honey. Good morning." Her twinkling eyes melted his heart. Extending an arm, she joined him, and he embraced her, trying not to reveal his discomfort. With a light touch on her shoulder, keeping her in the hug while shuffeling back and forth while making some eggs, but it was light enough that he allowed her to break the hug. As he finished he looked down and noticed that she had leaned in the crook of his shoulder and closed her eyes, he chuckled and planted a kiss on her head.
.....
While she praised his cooking, he moved his shaking hand to his lap, unnoticed amid her enthusiastic rambling that he was eating with the wrong hand, it had been a rough few weeks getting into the school routine, and today they had horse riding classes and she just loved that.
Before she could clean up her plates , he shood her upstairs to get ready for the day. She usually lingered while he washed the dishes, hopping on the counter, but it would result in her noticing his hand and he really really didnt want that.
"Go on, get ready, kiddo," he insisted.
"But Joel, it's still early."
"Nah, you're a slowpoke. Go get ready, otherwise shimmer will be taken by someone elseee ; I'll clean up."
"Hey, I'm not a slow… nah, I can't even finish that, I definitely am." They both chuckled and she rushed upstairs.
He exhaled, he never wanted her to bear his pain. He didnt want anyone to bare his pain, he observed his trembling hand. It hurt, and the knuckles were a mess.
"Howdy there!" Tommy's overly enthusiastic morning greeting interrupted his thoughts.
"And a good morning to you too, Tommy," he responded, slipping his hand into his sweatpants pockets.
Joel smiled as Tommy sat at the kitchen table, reminiscent of pre-outbreak times. Tommy mentioned the day's construction plans and Joel cringed, realizing it demanded more strength than he currently possessed. Despite Tommy's notice of his discomfort, he first teased Joel about his unchanged appearance.
"Joel, you planning on comin with me lookin like that?" Tommy scrunched his face, and Joel looked down.
"Ah, shit."
Tommy chuckled, "You're losin' it."
They shared a moment of silence before soft laughter, a bittersweet reminder of the past. Heading upstairs, Joel grabbed the rag to wrap around his hand under work gloves. He'd visit the clinic later; answering Tommy's questions was the last thing on his mind and he really didnt want to worry him. He didnt wanna worry him while he had his wife and a baby on his mind, and he didnt want Ellie to be stuck with him, so hiding it was the best option now. Descending with his tools, they walked Ellie to school before tackling the day's construction tasks. Joel clenched and unclenched his hand, repeating the mantra that he could endure this in his mind
At the construction site, Joel issued orders before taking his place on the roof for some space, he needed to be able to rest his hand without worrying looks shot at him. However, Tommy, ever the annoying little brother, disrupted his moments of respite. Joel fought through the pain, but Tommy's incessant interruptions made it challenging. Joel put down his hammer and removed his glove.
His hand felt warm and stiff, the pain intensifying with every movement. Tommy approached from behind, and Joel flinched as he felt him there. Not only because of his hand but the little shit also came up from his right. Ignoring Joel's discomfort, Tommy noticed Joels hand trembeling.
"Oh, fuck, Joel, are you okay?"
"Ahh, I'm… fine," Joel replied, grabbing his hand and pulling it to his chest.
Tommy wasn't convinced. "Bullshit, Joel. Did you hurt yourself or something?"
"No, no, just a damn injury acting up."
Tommy pressed on, sensing Joel's stubbornness. "Joel, let me see."
"No, it's really, really okay," Joel insisted, but Tommy was determined.
"Damn it, Joel, just let me fucking look," Tommy's tone shifted to seriousness.
Joel winced as Tommy yanked his hand, finally relenting. Tommy's heart sank at the sight of Joel's battered hand. His voice softened as Joel averted his gaze, shame evident. It broke his heart to see Joel like this, and damn it wasnt the first time, his memories went back immidiately but he snapped back to the present.
"What happened, Joel?"
"It's, uh, just injury after injury. Never healed right," Joel admitted, his exhaustion palpable.
"Let's go to the clinic."
"No need. We need to work; it'll heal."
"Yeah, right. No, we are going to the clinic."
"Tommy…"
"No, Joel. We have a damn clinic, and we're gonna make use of it." Tommy pleaded, unwilling to see Joel in pain. Reluctantly, Joel allowed himself to be led away.
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