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I’d like some headcanons for Raine with a s/o who loves to bake
i audibly gasped when i saw this ask. as someone who bakes a ton (so much that it's my url), this is right up my alley. thanks so much for suggesting!
i'm going to say this only once: please let raine stay in the kitchen and watch you while you bake.
it's hard for them to leave your side in the first place, but here? they are absolutely mesmerized by the way things are run, in awe of how you seem to glide around the room once you get into gear.
as a bard themself, raine knows this passion for craft well, so deep-rooted that it's an instinct, fervor guiding every action to add and compliment what already exists.
the kitchen is your stage; its tools are your instruments. they wouldn't dream of stopping your performance, which is exactly why you have to put things on hold for a beat.
"help me whisk, please?" "i wouldn't be getting in your way...would i?" "if you can mix your music, you can mix these dry ingredients."
raine decides that it's not worth contesting the musical and magical factuality of your statement with how eager they are to help out. on the inside, they are celebrating so hard.
several minutes later, you're wondering how exactly your partner managed to spill half the contents out of their mixing bowl.
"i think i mixed too hard." "you...could say that."
the best way to learn is to experience, and there's no other way to experience than to get hands-on. raine will be your sous-chef for the rest of eternity, whether you like it or not.
they love to study your recipes and ask questions. you realize that their restlessness stems from uncertainty as you guide their faltering hand through folding muffin batter.
so, you'll let them know all there is to know; you wash away raine's concerns with your patience, kindness, and laughter. they're so thankful to know that you're with them every step of the way.
just note that they show none of this loyalty when they take you by surprise and smear some extra flour on your nose. in other circumstances, both parties would be calling for a food fight.
however, you two have been way too invested in getting this recipe for zelnik right and cannot bear the thought of your pie-baby falling from the counter onto the floor. that happened with the malva pudding two months ago and-
"raine, i swear that was a mistake." "sure." "you will never let me live that down."
you settle for swiping some flour onto their forehead to get back at them. expect trash talk in the future when you finally declare that it's time for a bake-off. raine will not be winning as long as you’re here.
but you two don't skip out on your soft moments. when i say that raine whispers is a sucker for lazy domestic homelife mornings, i truly mean it.
if you ever start a recipe before they rise on the weekend, chances are that they'll be tucked in until it's time to bake your treats. the smell of sugar caramelizing is enough to coax raine out of bed.
"what are you making? it smells delicious." "ensaymada! could you-" "i'll get the coffee started, don't worry."
it's all tired smiles and cheeky pecks from there on out. raine will most definitely give you a hug from behind as soon as the opportunity presents itself.
if it never does? they'll literally tell you to stop facing them, turn around, and prepare for the longest minutes of your life.
don't even get me started on slow dancing. raine uses their magic to enchant their viola and the piano in the other room to play a soft symphony once the sweet bread goes into the oven.
you waltz in the middle of the kitchen, enveloped in each others arms. the whole world just seems to fade away with every step.
i sure hope your breakfast doesn't burn while you two are busy.
any hunter+luz acting as siblings headcanons?
THEY'RE SIBLINGS YOUR HONOR—but seriously, from day one i have believed in this dynamic. beware of spoilers for toh season two. thanks for your support!
these two are the definition of sibling rivalry. they will bicker over the smallest things and launch insults that carry no meaning to them other than annoy.
they attempt to outdo the other for bragging rights eternal glory, only serving to fuel their next showdown. competition is a huge part of their dynamic, cockiness knowing no ends. except when one of them slips and makes a mistake.
"and how was i supposed to know that bug was going to summon a hurricane?" "maybe think about how i was trying to get us away from it in the first place, luz!" "aww, hunter, you were thinking of me? i knew that you were a softie at hear-" "me! i was getting me away from it."
chaos is inevitable when hunter and luz are together. fatality is always in their midst, but they can't imagine a time they've been together when their lives weren't at stake. to be frank, a lot of their dynamic is built upon bonding through hardship and trauma.
both are unable to use natural magic in a world that revolves around it, share an animosity for belos/phillip, not to mention the multiple occasions where he has tried to endanger and kill them.
with enough time, luz entrusts hunter with her knowledge of glyphs. she’s a patient and effective instructor; it stupefies him because he’s seen how raw and unleashed she can be. it makes him all the more keen to learn, picking up the formations with ease, even able to suggest his own combinations after a week.
hunter teaches luz about the inner workings of magic as he knows it, natural and artificial. they hit the books, visiting the library after closing time. he even tells her about wild magic when they grow closer, facts and folktales from his very own shelf of restricted knowledge. if hunter’s in a good mood, he'll lend her the old golden guard staff, practicing some of his more unique spells.
"when are you ever going to teach me that teleportation thing of yours?" "since when can i teleport?" "y’know, that thing where you go all POOF and WOOSH and you look all golden." "that’s dashing." "don’t flatter yourself. you’re like a six—maybe six and a half—on a normal day.” “no, luz. it’s called dashing." "should've just said that in the first place, then." "i did...wait, what did you just say about me—”
luz is the younger sibling in their dynamic. she can be quite reckless and carefree at times, butting her head into situations before thinking them all the way through. she doesn't carry many responsibilities as a human in the demon realm, meaning that there are always less repercussions to face when things do fall apart.
hunter teaches her to see the big picture. to just stop once in awhile and remember everything that's at play. he lets luz know that she has to stop doubting her loyalty for others when she focuses on her own needs. they can exist in a balance, because relationships are built on mutual care.
he can admit that he cares about her. he feels that he's the older sibling in their dynamic. believing that all the actions he's taken over the course of his life have been predetermined, he needs to ensure that luz will always have the freedom of choice. if this means taking the fall himself, then so be it.
luz will help hunter reaffirm that his actions have always been his own; it's only that he's been manipulated into restriction and fear of the unknown. now that he's defected from the emperor's coven, the entirety of his identity is safe for now from the clutches of belos. hunter can and will grow his interests and his personality.
of course, his brazen ways stay the same as eda eventually takes him into their family. he hides behind corners of the owl house and tries to spook luz as she walks by. given that she gets back at him with her invisibility spell, it snowballs into all-out warfare whenever they attempt to scare each other.
luz has a huge stack of glyphs at disposal in her jacket's inner pocket, reserved solely for her skirmishes with hunter. he thinks ahead and pickpockets luz of the papers while she highlights the fact that she did not pour more apple blood in her cup than in his. hunter's not convinced in the slightest.
"they're at the same level! what more could you possibly want from me, hunter?" "give me three more drops of yours. then we could call it even." "does that even make a difference though?" "it does in fact, make a difference."
not even a minute later, hunter will walk into a wall of plastic wrap when he goes through the kitchen doorway. the following battle is not as violent as one would think, both fighting to just antagonize the other, never to seriously hurt or maim. luz never uses more than a quarter of her glyphs, just as hunter doesn't try drawing things out by teleporting all over the place.
when things get out of hand, eda has decided to put them both into timeout after getting her hands onto one of those giant "this is my getting along" shirts. it's a tacky way to punish, but she loves watching those first seconds of dread flash across her children's faces.
while luz loses her mind over collective punishment, hunter is usually looking for ways out of the shirt™. so far, the most effective method has been turning the front yard into winter wonderland and making a double snow angel of some sort. that feat requires enough bribing cooperation in order for eda to take the shirt off.
but their favorite way by far has to be simply doing maintenance on their palismen staffs, passing the cloths, oils, and polish between their collective two hands. it serves as their moment to get what they need off their chests (singular chest in this case), a moment to do nothing but listen without judgement.
"wow." "i know, right? and now she—" "sounds like a total asshole. luz, the conditions that you gave her on your duel should've been worse. you have to consider what was really at stake there." "i— "like, i get that it's an eternal oath that's bound by your souls, but stepping on king's cupcake? outrageous. the witch needs to be punished for that unforgivable crime." "hunter. you need to—" "exactly. time is of the essence. what's her address?" "hunter, that witch is my girlfriend." "what's your girlfriend's address?"
after all, these two have been through a lot and they don't plan on separating anytime soon. literally.
any hunter+luz acting as siblings headcanons?
THEY'RE SIBLINGS YOUR HONOR—but seriously, from day one i have believed in this dynamic. beware of spoilers for toh season two. thanks for your support!
these two are the definition of sibling rivalry. they will bicker over the smallest things and launch insults that carry no meaning to them other than annoy.
they attempt to outdo the other for bragging rights eternal glory, only serving to fuel their next showdown. competition is a huge part of their dynamic, cockiness knowing no ends. except when one of them slips and makes a mistake.
"and how was i supposed to know that bug was going to summon a hurricane?" "maybe think about how i was trying to get us away from it in the first place, luz!" "aww, hunter, you were thinking of me? i knew that you were a softie at hear-" "me! i was getting me away from it."
chaos is inevitable when hunter and luz are together. fatality is always in their midst, but they can't imagine a time they've been together when their lives weren't at stake. to be frank, a lot of their dynamic is built upon bonding through hardship and trauma.
both are unable to use natural magic in a world that revolves around it, share an animosity for belos/phillip, not to mention the multiple occasions where he has tried to endanger and kill them.
with enough time, luz entrusts hunter with her knowledge of glyphs. she’s a patient and effective instructor; it stupefies him because he’s seen how raw and unleashed she can be. it makes him all the more keen to learn, picking up the formations with ease, even able to suggest his own combinations after a week.
hunter teaches luz about the inner workings of magic as he knows it, natural and artificial. they hit the books, visiting the library after closing time. he even tells her about wild magic when they grow closer, facts and folktales from his very own shelf of restricted knowledge. if hunter’s in a good mood, he'll lend her the old golden guard staff, practicing some of his more unique spells.
"when are you ever going to teach me that teleportation thing of yours?" "since when can i teleport?" "y’know, that thing where you go all POOF and WOOSH and you look all golden." "that’s dashing." "don’t flatter yourself. you’re like a six—maybe six and a half—on a normal day.” “no, luz. it’s called dashing." "should've just said that in the first place, then." "i did...wait, what did you just say about me—”
luz is the younger sibling in their dynamic. she can be quite reckless and carefree at times, butting her head into situations before thinking them all the way through. she doesn't carry many responsibilities as a human in the demon realm, meaning that there are always less repercussions to face when things do fall apart.
hunter teaches her to see the big picture. to just stop once in awhile and remember everything that's at play. he lets luz know that she has to stop doubting her loyalty for others when she focuses on her own needs. they can exist in a balance, because relationships are built on mutual care.
he can admit that he cares about her. he feels that he's the older sibling in their dynamic. believing that all the actions he's taken over the course of his life have been predetermined, he needs to ensure that luz will always have the freedom of choice. if this means taking the fall himself, then so be it.
luz will help hunter reaffirm that his actions have always been his own; it's only that he's been manipulated into restriction and fear of the unknown. now that he's defected from the emperor's coven, the entirety of his identity is safe for now from the clutches of belos. hunter can and will grow his interests and his personality.
of course, his brazen ways stay the same as eda eventually takes him into their family. he hides behind corners of the owl house and tries to spook luz as she walks by. given that she gets back at him with her invisibility spell, it snowballs into all-out warfare whenever they attempt to scare each other.
luz has a huge stack of glyphs at disposal in her jacket's inner pocket, reserved solely for her skirmishes with hunter. he thinks ahead and pickpockets luz of the papers while she highlights the fact that she did not pour more apple blood in her cup than in his. hunter's not convinced in the slightest.
"they're at the same level! what more could you possibly want from me, hunter?" "give me three more drops of yours. then we could call it even." "does that even make a difference though?" "it does in fact, make a difference."
not even a minute later, hunter will walk into a wall of plastic wrap when he goes through the kitchen doorway. the following battle is not as violent as one would think, both fighting to just antagonize the other, never to seriously hurt or maim. luz never uses more than a quarter of her glyphs, just as hunter doesn't try drawing things out by teleporting all over the place.
when things get out of hand, eda has decided to put them both into timeout after getting her hands onto one of those giant "this is my getting along" shirts. it's a tacky way to punish, but she loves watching those first seconds of dread flash across her children's faces.
while luz loses her mind over collective punishment, hunter is usually looking for ways out of the shirt™. so far, the most effective method has been turning the front yard into winter wonderland and making a double snow angel of some sort. that feat requires enough bribing cooperation in order for eda to take the shirt off.
but their favorite way by far has to be simply doing maintenance on their palismen staffs, passing the cloths, oils, and polish between their collective two hands. it serves as their moment to get what they need off their chests (singular chest in this case), a moment to do nothing but listen without judgement.
"wow." "i know, right? and now she—" "sounds like a total asshole. luz, the conditions that you gave her on your duel should've been worse. you have to consider what was really at stake there." "i— "like, i get that it's an eternal oath that's bound by your souls, but stepping on king's cupcake? outrageous. the witch needs to be punished for that unforgivable crime." "hunter. you need to—" "exactly. time is of the essence. what's her address?" "hunter, that witch is my girlfriend." "what's your girlfriend's address?"
after all, these two have been through a lot and they don't plan on separating anytime soon. literally.
the owl house masterlist
here's all of the owl house content that i've created so far, in one place! you can also search for any of these using the tag #procrastibake toh *the owl house and its characters were created by dana terrace*
headcanons
raine with an s/o that loves to bake
raine adopting a kid with chronic pain
luz and hunter acting as siblings
alador and darius during their hexside days
graphics
raine whispers moodboard
raine whispers moodboard
writer’s block knows no end, but i’m always down to mess around on canva 😌
please don’t repost my works (writing, graphics, etc.) anywhere without my expressed permission. thank you!
For more headcanons, Rainw with an adopted kid who has chronic pain ?
i was rushing to get all of my summer homework before school started up again, but i'm back now. thanks for suggesting, not to mention your patience!
once raine whispers has decided that they want to become a parent, they are set on adopting a child. they've hired the best adoption professional on the boiling isles, taken parenting class after parenting class, and passed the required homestudy with flying colors.
raine meets you in their adoption agency a few months later. you think that they're forcing a good impression in front of the workers, as were many of the hopeful people that have passed your case by. this notion is set aside by the second half of your encounter: they're genuine in all that they do.
after a month of visits in that controlled environment, you're officially placed in their care. raine welcomes you with open arms, showing you around their house. everything you could possibly need is reachable and at your disposal; anything else that you might want is just a question away.
"hey, sorry if this is too much to ask—" raine sets down whatever was occupying them before, looking you straight in the eye. "i'd jump in the boiling sea if you really wanted me to." "i was just wondering if you had any more towels." "bathroom closet, right side of the second shelf up." "thanks," you go to leave them be. then, you stop in your tracks. “wait...what did you—"
raine basically spoils you. but, they make sure you have a manageable list of chores if you're able to handle some. they'll keep you to tasks with limited movement if any at all, no heavy lifting, with as many breaks as you need. raine never forces you to go out and run errands. if your body needs to rest, you're going to be resting.
you can count on them to keep your health records in order and pick up your medication on the dot. if you need any special equipment, they're going to get state-of-the-art technology. physical therapy appointments are commonplace. so are visits to the psychologist.
they'll make sure you can manage your chronic pain. raine's already quite knowledgeable about your condition, having spent days reading up on the science behind it before you came fully into their life. but books can only teach so much; raine reaches out for your daily experience just as they had done when they were restricted to visits.
but now, there's nothing withheld. you tell them everything. the pain, how it doesn’t spare you any niceties. and once that stream eventually runs dry, raine drops the pen and paper and only listens as you talk late into night. you tell them about your every hope and desire, all your aspirations and ambitions.
your head has been resting still on their shoulder for some time already, their head leaning on yours. “i’ll be here in the morning,” raine murmurs as your eyes finally fall shut. a smile graces raine’s lips. they press a kiss your forehead. “sweet dreams, kid.”
you now stand in front of the court judge finalizing your adoption, a year since you were first brought home. it is in this moment that raine vows to beat the odds. they are going to help you live every dream you've wished upon.
For more headcanons, Rainw with an adopted kid who has chronic pain ?
i was rushing to get all of my summer homework before school started up again, but i'm back now. thanks for suggesting, not to mention your patience!
once raine whispers has decided that they want to become a parent, they are set on adopting a child. they've hired the best adoption professional on the boiling isles, taken parenting class after parenting class, and passed the required homestudy with flying colors.
raine meets you in their adoption agency a few months later. you think that they're forcing a good impression in front of the workers, as were many of the hopeful people that have passed your case by. this notion is set aside by the second half of your encounter: they're genuine in all that they do.
after a month of visits in that controlled environment, you're officially placed in their care. raine welcomes you with open arms, showing you around their house. everything you could possibly need is reachable and at your disposal; anything else that you might want is just a question away.
"hey, sorry if this is too much to ask—" raine sets down whatever was occupying them before, looking you straight in the eye. "i'd jump in the boiling sea if you really wanted me to." "i was just wondering if you had any more towels." "bathroom closet, right side of the second shelf up." "thanks," you go to leave them be. then, you stop in your tracks. “wait...what did you—"
raine basically spoils you. but, they make sure you have a manageable list of chores if you're able to handle some. they'll keep you to tasks with limited movement if any at all, no heavy lifting, with as many breaks as you need. raine never forces you to go out and run errands. if your body needs to rest, you're going to be resting.
you can count on them to keep your health records in order and pick up your medication on the dot. if you need any special equipment, they're going to get state-of-the-art technology. physical therapy appointments are commonplace. so are visits to the psychologist.
they'll make sure you can manage your chronic pain. raine's already quite knowledgeable about your condition, having spent days reading up on the science behind it before you came fully into their life. but books can only teach so much; raine reaches out for your daily experience just as they had done when they were restricted to visits.
but now, there's nothing withheld. you tell them everything. the pain, how it doesn’t spare you any niceties. and once that stream eventually runs dry, raine drops the pen and paper and only listens as you talk late into night. you tell them about your every hope and desire, all your aspirations and ambitions.
your head has been resting still on their shoulder for some time already, their head leaning on yours. “i’ll be here in the morning,” raine murmurs as your eyes finally fall shut. a smile graces raine’s lips. they press a kiss your forehead. “sweet dreams, kid.”
you now stand in front of the court judge finalizing your adoption, a year since you were first brought home. it is in this moment that raine vows to beat the odds. they are going to help you live every dream you've wished upon.
have you heard of alador x darius and what are your thoughts on them
aladarius is such an interesting pair! i’m honestly such a fan of them both. i’m planning on making this a two part (maybe even three part) series—this will focus on what they were like at hexside before they fell out. ALSO I LITERALLY FORGOT THAT THE FINALE CAME OUT YESTERDAY-
i absolutely have to bring up the fact that they were very close during their time in hexside.
however, i'd like to think that alador and darius knew of the other even earlier on. their parents knew each other through the boiling isles social circles, coming from considerable wealth. the blight family does have a mansion and darius just oozes high-class. they're the same age, so they're forced to make conversation at parties for some semblance of entertainment.
what a surprise it is when darius walks into abominations 101, his first day at hexside, and sees alador already dozing off on his desk the corner. it's weird seeing him in uniform because he's only come to recognize the blight boy dressed to the nines. they could only hold conversation for a minute, yet he feels the need to wake him up.
"aren't you supposed to be at glandus right about now?" alador opens one of his eyes, scaring the living daylights out of darius. darius doesn't let his face betray his assumed confidence. "aren't you supposed to be asleep right about now?" "answer me first." "that was rhetorical anyways."
long story short, the deamonnes managed to get kicked off of the glandus pta. they took it as an affront to their family's name and pulled darius out. hexside seemed decent enough; it was either that or enroll in st. epiderm and be confined to high-class fraternization.
alador thinks that's absolutely hilarious, outright admitting approval of his deliquency to darius' face. darius remains appalled by the witch, even when alador “adopts” him from that point onwards.
he tells him the best shortcuts for traversing the hallways and what food to avoid in the cafeteria. they eat lunch at the very end of the long tables. darius usually pours over a book in the silence of alador people-watching through the windows.
alador loves messing around with darius during class. darius takes learning way too seriously—he needs to have some fun with it. he doodles on all of darius’ papers, usually smilies and stick figures in darius’ likeness. there isn’t a single paper without an “alador was here” scrawled onto it. alador makes funny faces when the teacher isn’t looking to get a laugh out of him. he likes seeing him smile, even if it comes with a scoff.
darius studies with alador at the blight mansion when he doesn't want to go home to his parents—nothing exciting happens back at his house. there’s not a lot of studying that happens on alador’s part, but when darius falls in love with the old weathered books in his library, he spends their time together reading.
it’s only then that darius realizes that studying by rereading passages and textbooks doesn’t click for alador. when asked, alador says that they’ve never worked. darius is curious as to why he would go back to it now, however, they try to find better study methods. darius knows that alador is smart; he just needs an outlet that’ll retain his attention.
turns out that alador is more of a doer. darius turns to to debating as a form of active recall. they’re fine with fighting over books and the true intentions of authors, but fighting over small things is much better. apple blood or ghoul ade? they’ll never truly know.
however, they stand at their very best when they are paired together. group projects become a breeze and they’ve aced every test that’s came their way. at this point, they share the title of top student.
they seem like the type to have a long and complicated secret handshake. not to publicly flaunt it, though. it’s only for their eyes to witness.
sometimes they trek out to the bonesbourough playground after school, on the swings until the street lamps light up. darius summons an abomination one time and it pushes him so hard that he goes all the way around. they burst into shambles laughing and it becomes a battle to see who can go around the most times. darius holds the top score of 3.
speaking of battles, darius is there the day that alador wins the bonesborough brawl. alador has competed in it for years, but it’s only when darius is out there supporting him that he finds the will to pour his heart out into success.
“you won!” alador is met with darius’ cheers. the music pumping in celebration of his victory seems to drown everyone else out. “you did it!” alador rolls his eyes, indulging in a hug. “couldn’t have done it without you here.” “yeah, yeah,” he smiles. darius suddenly breaks their embrace, and punches him in the chest. “what was that for?” “you could’ve gotten yourself killed! i don’t know what you were thinking.”
they’ve got their whole lives planned out already. darius and alador have vowed to join the abomination coven together when it comes time. they’ll take over the boiling isles later on. these idiotic geniuses are too much for the world to handle, so they’re sticking together for their own good.
have you heard of alador x darius and what are your thoughts on them
aladarius is such an interesting pair! i’m honestly such a fan of them both. i’m planning on making this a two part (maybe even three part) series—this will focus on what they were like at hexside before they fell out. ALSO I LITERALLY FORGOT THAT THE FINALE CAME OUT YESTERDAY-
i absolutely have to bring up the fact that they were very close during their time in hexside.
however, i'd like to think that alador and darius knew of the other even earlier on. their parents knew each other through the boiling isles social circles, coming from considerable wealth. the blight family does have a mansion and darius just oozes high-class. they're the same age, so they're forced to make conversation at parties for some semblance of entertainment.
what a surprise it is when darius walks into abominations 101, his first day at hexside, and sees alador already dozing off on his desk the corner. it's weird seeing him in uniform because he's only come to recognize the blight boy dressed to the nines. they could only hold conversation for a minute, yet he feels the need to wake him up.
"aren't you supposed to be at glandus right about now?" alador opens one of his eyes, scaring the living daylights out of darius. darius doesn't let his face betray his assumed confidence. "aren't you supposed to be asleep right about now?" "answer me first." "that was rhetorical anyways."
long story short, the deamonnes managed to get kicked off of the glandus pta. they took it as an affront to their family's name and pulled darius out. hexside seemed decent enough; it was either that or enroll in st. epiderm and be confined to high-class fraternization.
alador thinks that's absolutely hilarious, outright admitting approval of his deliquency to darius' face. darius remains appalled by the witch, even when alador “adopts” him from that point onwards.
he tells him the best shortcuts for traversing the hallways and what food to avoid in the cafeteria. they eat lunch at the very end of the long tables. darius usually pours over a book in the silence of alador people-watching through the windows.
alador loves messing around with darius during class. darius takes learning way too seriously—he needs to have some fun with it. he doodles on all of darius’ papers, usually smilies and stick figures in darius’ likeness. there isn’t a single paper without an “alador was here” scrawled onto it. alador makes funny faces when the teacher isn’t looking to get a laugh out of him. he likes seeing him smile, even if it comes with a scoff.
darius studies with alador at the blight mansion when he doesn't want to go home to his parents—nothing exciting happens back at his house. there’s not a lot of studying that happens on alador’s part, but when darius falls in love with the old weathered books in his library, he spends their time together reading.
it’s only then that darius realizes that studying by rereading passages and textbooks doesn’t click for alador. when asked, alador says that they’ve never worked. darius is curious as to why he would go back to it now, however, they try to find better study methods. darius knows that alador is smart; he just needs an outlet that’ll retain his attention.
turns out that alador is more of a doer. darius turns to to debating as a form of active recall. they’re fine with fighting over books and the true intentions of authors, but fighting over small things is much better. apple blood or ghoul ade? they’ll never truly know.
however, they stand at their very best when they are paired together. group projects become a breeze and they’ve aced every test that’s came their way. at this point, they share the title of top student.
they seem like the type to have a long and complicated secret handshake. not to publicly flaunt it, though. it’s only for their eyes to witness.
sometimes they trek out to the bonesbourough playground after school, on the swings until the street lamps light up. darius summons an abomination one time and it pushes him so hard that he goes all the way around. they burst into shambles laughing and it becomes a battle to see who can go around the most times. darius holds the top score of 3.
speaking of battles, darius is there the day that alador wins the bonesborough brawl. alador has competed in it for years, but it’s only when darius is out there supporting him that he finds the will to pour his heart out into success.
“you won!” alador is met with darius’ cheers. the music pumping in celebration of his victory seems to drown everyone else out. “you did it!” alador rolls his eyes, indulging in a hug. “couldn’t have done it without you here.” “yeah, yeah,” he smiles. darius suddenly breaks their embrace, and punches him in the chest. “what was that for?” “you could’ve gotten yourself killed! i don’t know what you were thinking.”
they’ve got their whole lives planned out already. darius and alador have vowed to join the abomination coven together when it comes time. they’ll take over the boiling isles later on. these idiotic geniuses are too much for the world to handle, so they’re sticking together for their own good.
have you heard of alador x darius and what are your thoughts on them
aladarius is such an interesting pair! i’m honestly such a fan of them both. i’m planning on making this a two part (maybe even three part) series—this will focus on what they were like at hexside before they fell out. ALSO I LITERALLY FORGOT THAT THE FINALE CAME OUT YESTERDAY-
i absolutely have to bring up the fact that they were very close during their time in hexside.
however, i'd like to think that alador and darius knew of the other even earlier on. their parents knew each other through the boiling isles social circles, coming from considerable wealth. the blight family does have a mansion and darius just oozes high-class. they're the same age, so they're forced to make conversation at parties for some semblance of entertainment.
what a surprise it is when darius walks into abominations 101, his first day at hexside, and sees alador already dozing off on his desk the corner. it's weird seeing him in uniform because he's only come to recognize the blight boy dressed to the nines. they could only hold conversation for a minute, yet he feels the need to wake him up.
"aren't you supposed to be at glandus right about now?" alador opens one of his eyes, scaring the living daylights out of darius. darius doesn't let his face betray his assumed confidence. "aren't you supposed to be asleep right about now?" "answer me first." "that was rhetorical anyways."
long story short, the deamonnes managed to get kicked off of the glandus pta. they took it as an affront to their family's name and pulled darius out. hexside seemed decent enough; it was either that or enroll in st. epiderm and be confined to high-class fraternization.
alador thinks that's absolutely hilarious, outright admitting approval of his deliquency to darius' face. darius remains appalled by the witch, even when alador “adopts” him from that point onwards.
he tells him the best shortcuts for traversing the hallways and what food to avoid in the cafeteria. they eat lunch at the very end of the long tables. darius usually pours over a book in the silence of alador people-watching through the windows.
alador loves messing around with darius during class. darius takes learning way too seriously—he needs to have some fun with it. he doodles on all of darius’ papers, usually smilies and stick figures in darius’ likeness. there isn’t a single paper without an “alador was here” scrawled onto it. alador makes funny faces when the teacher isn’t looking to get a laugh out of him. he likes seeing him smile, even if it comes with a scoff.
darius studies with alador at the blight mansion when he doesn't want to go home to his parents—nothing exciting happens back at his house. there’s not a lot of studying that happens on alador’s part, but when darius falls in love with the old weathered books in his library, he spends their time together reading.
it’s only then that darius realizes that studying by rereading passages and textbooks doesn’t click for alador. when asked, alador says that they’ve never worked. darius is curious as to why he would go back to it now, however, they try to find better study methods. darius knows that alador is smart; he just needs an outlet that’ll retain his attention.
turns out that alador is more of a doer. darius turns to to debating as a form of active recall. they’re fine with fighting over books and the true intentions of authors, but fighting over small things is much better. apple blood or ghoul ade? they’ll never truly know.
however, they stand at their very best when they are paired together. group projects become a breeze and they’ve aced every test that’s came their way. at this point, they share the title of top student.
they seem like the type to have a long and complicated secret handshake. not to publicly flaunt it, though. it’s only for their eyes to witness.
sometimes they trek out to the bonesbourough playground after school, on the swings until the street lamps light up. darius summons an abomination one time and it pushes him so hard that he goes all the way around. they burst into shambles laughing and it becomes a battle to see who can go around the most times. darius holds the top score of 3.
speaking of battles, darius is there the day that alador wins the bonesborough brawl. alador has competed in it for years, but it’s only when darius is out there supporting him that he finds the will to pour his heart out into success.
“you won!” alador is met with darius’ cheers. the music pumping in celebration of his victory seems to drown everyone else out. “you did it!” alador rolls his eyes, indulging in a hug. “couldn’t have done it without you here.” “yeah, yeah,” he smiles. darius suddenly breaks their embrace, and punches him in the chest. “what was that for?” “you could’ve gotten yourself killed! i don’t know what you were thinking.”
they’ve got their whole lives planned out already. darius and alador have vowed to join the abomination coven together when it comes time. they’ll take over the boiling isles later on. these idiotic geniuses are too much for the world to handle, so they’re sticking together for their own good.
have you heard of alador x darius and what are your thoughts on them
aladarius is such an interesting pair! i’m honestly such a fan of them both. i’m planning on making this a two part (maybe even three part) series—this will focus on what they were like at hexside before they fell out. ALSO I LITERALLY FORGOT THAT THE FINALE CAME OUT YESTERDAY-
i absolutely have to bring up the fact that they were very close during their time in hexside.
however, i'd like to think that alador and darius knew of the other even earlier on. their parents knew each other through the boiling isles social circles, coming from considerable wealth. the blight family does have a mansion and darius just oozes high-class. they're the same age, so they're forced to make conversation at parties for some semblance of entertainment.
what a surprise it is when darius walks into abominations 101, his first day at hexside, and sees alador already dozing off on his desk the corner. it's weird seeing him in uniform because he's only come to recognize the blight boy dressed to the nines. they could only hold conversation for a minute, yet he feels the need to wake him up.
"aren't you supposed to be at glandus right about now?" alador opens one of his eyes, scaring the living daylights out of darius. darius doesn't let his face betray his assumed confidence. "aren't you supposed to be asleep right about now?" "answer me first." "that was rhetorical anyways."
long story short, the deamonnes managed to get kicked off of the glandus pta. they took it as an affront to their family's name and pulled darius out. hexside seemed decent enough; it was either that or enroll in st. epiderm and be confined to high-class fraternization.
alador thinks that's absolutely hilarious, outright admitting approval of his deliquency to darius' face. darius remains appalled by the witch, even when alador “adopts” him from that point onwards.
he tells him the best shortcuts for traversing the hallways and what food to avoid in the cafeteria. they eat lunch at the very end of the long tables. darius usually pours over a book in the silence of alador people-watching through the windows.
alador loves messing around with darius during class. darius takes learning way too seriously—he needs to have some fun with it. he doodles on all of darius’ papers, usually smilies and stick figures in darius’ likeness. there isn’t a single paper without an “alador was here” scrawled onto it. alador makes funny faces when the teacher isn’t looking to get a laugh out of him. he likes seeing him smile, even if it comes with a scoff.
darius studies with alador at the blight mansion when he doesn't want to go home to his parents—nothing exciting happens back at his house. there’s not a lot of studying that happens on alador’s part, but when darius falls in love with the old weathered books in his library, he spends their time together reading.
it’s only then that darius realizes that studying by rereading passages and textbooks doesn’t click for alador. when asked, alador says that they’ve never worked. darius is curious as to why he would go back to it now, however, they try to find better study methods. darius knows that alador is smart; he just needs an outlet that’ll retain his attention.
turns out that alador is more of a doer. darius turns to to debating as a form of active recall. they’re fine with fighting over books and the true intentions of authors, but fighting over small things is much better. apple blood or ghoul ade? they’ll never truly know.
however, they stand at their very best when they are paired together. group projects become a breeze and they’ve aced every test that’s came their way. at this point, they share the title of top student.
they seem like the type to have a long and complicated secret handshake. not to publicly flaunt it, though. it’s only for their eyes to witness.
sometimes they trek out to the bonesbourough playground after school, on the swings until the street lamps light up. darius summons an abomination one time and it pushes him so hard that he goes all the way around. they burst into shambles laughing and it becomes a battle to see who can go around the most times. darius holds the top score of 3.
speaking of battles, darius is there the day that alador wins the bonesborough brawl. alador has competed in it for years, but it’s only when darius is out there supporting him that he finds the will to pour his heart out into success.
“you won!” alador is met with darius’ cheers. the music pumping in celebration of his victory seems to drown everyone else out. “you did it!” alador rolls his eyes, indulging in a hug. “couldn’t have done it without you here.” “yeah, yeah,” he smiles. darius suddenly breaks their embrace, and punches him in the chest. “what was that for?” “you could’ve gotten yourself killed! i don’t know what you were thinking.”
they’ve got their whole lives planned out already. darius and alador have vowed to join the abomination coven together when it comes time. they’ll take over the boiling isles later on. these idiotic geniuses are too much for the world to handle, so they’re sticking together for their own good.