#maximum headcanons

[scarletttries]

When Fallout Characters Fall In Love... (Fallout Show Request)

Pairings: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Reader, Maximus x Reader, Norm x Reader

Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who has sent in a request for the Fallout show, please keep them coming as this is definitely the show that I'm thinking about the most at the moment! Also let me know if you want a part two of these headcanons or something similar :)

The Ghoul:

- Cooper Howard couldn't put his finger on exactly when he had accepted that the life he now led would be one devoid of love, but it was a hollow feeling he carried in his chest wherever the wasteland took him. Maybe it was in the decades he'd spent wandering and gaining a reputation as a heartless cowboy without an ounce of mercy. Or the fact that he hadn't met anyone that had stirred up a single emotion inside him, fearing the aching betrayal of his wife would haunt him even as lifetimes passed. Maybe it came to him in the way he flinched each time he caught his reflection in the few unbroken windows he passed, flesh slowly forming caverns and creases where once there were only the faintest of lines that showed endless signs of life. The wasteland was no place for love. That's what he had decided.

- But even in the fall of civilization there's room for a surprise, and you were certainly one of those..

- He heard rumour of you before your bounty crossed his desk, a runaway scientist from a mysterious body known only as The Institute, a target to everyone for the sheer volume of classified knowledge you might possess.

- A life on the run was no easy one, and Cooper knew that better than anyone, so it didn't take long for him to track you down to a small town just on the outskirts of the radiation's no man's land. His gun was cocked as he strutted towards the half open door of the rundown house he'd narrowed your location down to, glancing at the poster in his hand one last time before he burst inside. Even from the poorly illustrated version of you, he could see your eyes were kind, almost hopeful, like you still believed science could make right what had gone so wrong in the last 200 years. He almost felt a tinge of guilt as he steeled himself for a fight, saying a silent prayer that you wouldn't be behind the walls in front of him.

- Stepping in carefully he expected traps, or an army of robots to jump to arms, but instead he found you travelling alone, a small satchel of papers clutched in your arms as you stared him down with a calm resolve that caught him more off guard than any weapon.

"Do you still believe there's hope for this world Mr Howard?" Your voice was soft, not the trembling fear he was so used to hearing. You stared up at him without a trace of disgust in your expression, your eyes locked on his as he considered your question, and then lowered his weapon.

"And what if I do?" His heart ached at the question, so hardened by years of cynicism that even the idea of hope and goodness were almost too heavy to bear. He felt more human than he had in years as you slowly inched towards him, the creaking floorboards beneath you cutting through a tense silence that had The Ghoul feeling like he was back on a movie set, everything so perfectly orchestrated to have his stomach in knots. And then you extended your hand to him and gave him the most genuine smile he could remember receiving in this whole sorry chapter of his after-life,

"Then I think we could really make a difference. Together." Your pip-boy screeched as his irradiated hand stretched out to reach yours, but you didn't flinch, gently squeezing the twisted flesh as you shook on what you bought felt in the depths of your souls was going to be a meaningful partnership.

- It would be a straight forward life trying to use your research to get the world back on track for there to be joy and peace again. But with The Ghoul by your side you can expect; a personal bodyguard who cares more about your safety than his own by far, a gleaming look of pride in his eyes any time you tell him which Cooper Howard film was your favourite, the slow and steady acceptance that he is still worthy of love even in his new twisted form, and Cooper being endlessly grateful that you are the person who wants to give that love to him.

Maximus:

- All Maximus had ever wanted was to be a knight of the Brotherhood. He wakes up every morning and does his best every day just to try and earn his spot in this family of welded metal and unflinching loyalty. It wasn't until you arrived on the base that he started to realise there were other ways he might form a family.

- A nearby village had been half destroyed by raiders until the Brotherhood stepped in, clearing out the violent scavengers and bringing anyone with skills they could utilise back to base for assessment. Maximus was sitting alone, nursing the most recent wounds inflicted by his so-called brothers when he watched you march in alongside two soldiers, the final evacuee of your faded community, a distance in your eyes that he felt akin with from his own home's destruction. You could feel his eyes on you before you spotted him, a rag damp with blood pressed to his nose as he sat huddled against a corrugated iron shack.

- Despite the sheer joylessness of the situation, Max couldn't stop himself from sporting a smile, waving at you like you had locked eyes across the schoolyard not some barren military base. Whatever he hoped for in that moment seemed to pay off as you waved back, a small laugh escaping your lips at the absurdity of his blood soaked grin. He watched as the knights around you escorted you to the medical tent for a check up, waiting until they left their guard posts beside you to sneak behind the off-white fabric, following some unknown instinct he'd never felt call to him before. You bolted upright where you perched on one of the medical beds as he appeared, visibly relaxing when you recognised him from outside and once again waving in his direction. His mouth worked faster than his brain in that moment, heart hammering in his chest as the words gushed out with his new found affections,

"I used to live in Shady Sands. I know what it's like to have your home destroyed, your family hurt, everything changing all at once. But you're safe here with the Brotherhood, and even if it doesn't feel like it today, things are going to be okay eventually. Also I'm Maximus and if you ever need to talk to someone, I'm, like, around all the time, and no one else really wants to talk to me so I'm probably going to be available... " He trailed off as he tried to recover what had ended up a far more embarrassing sentence than he'd hoped, his lungs burning as he realised he'd forgotten to take a breath through his whole winding spiel. But when you smiled at him any shame seemed to float away, and as you patted the bed and nodded for him to take a seat beside you, the once lonely squire suddenly felt much closer to finding a family than he had surrounded by his brothers.

- As you settle into life on the base, you and Maximus only grow closer. Expect; late nights of sneaking out of your dorm so you and Max can stare up the stars and plot your escape from this life, fantasising about what a life beyond these walls and this world could be like for the two of you, someone who has your back no matter how bad things get and how low you feel, and truly some of the most god awful flirting you will ever hear.

Norm:

- Growing up in the Vault, Norm had always been told the value of belonging to a community, and how everyone in the vault was just a big happy family. But none of that stopped Norm feeling like an outsider, like he didn't quite operate on the same wavelength as the rest of the cheerful strangers he shared his deep underground walls with. After a few of the annual exchanges between vaults, he had all but given up on hoping to meet anyone he felt he could actually feel close to.

- When his overseer father had finally decided it was his turn to continue the vault's legacy and be part of what Norm considered an archaic tradition of arranged marriages between the linked vaults, Norm couldn't have been more resistant. He pleaded for the council to reject his nomination, begging them not to force some young hopeful to be subjected to his notable lack of enthusiasm for the rest of their life in this dutiful swap, but with limited options of eligible young men, he soon found himself staring down the doors of your vault. The suit previously used by his fellow bachelors had been tailored to within an inch of its life to try and fit his slight frame, the shoulders still feeling like they hung off him, threatening to swallow him up along with ground as he watched the round door slowly start to roll open.

- He thought this whole thing was stupid and outdated, and he knew there was no way he could actually find someone to love and love him in return behind those doors, so why was his stomach so full of butterflies as slowly your face started to appear in the artificial light of Vault 33. He waited to see you throw him a false smile, going through the motions as much as he had planned to, or even a look of disappointment that he was not the man you had been picturing as the door crept open. Instead he really thought he saw sincerity in your eyes, a thoughtful understanding as he choked out his name, his stammering not going unnoticed by his sister who quietly chuckled behind him.

"It's really nice to meet you, Norm." You spoke each word with intention, like it wasn't just a rehearsed greeting but an honest confession that sent sparks flying in the air between you.

- Suddenly the pressure of matrimony didn't feel so all consuming. And maybe this system was more advanced than he had appreciated. And there might be a small chance that he wasn't destined to spend his life feeling like he was on the outside, that he might finally have someone that could take him as he is, darkness and light, for better or for worse.

- Whether you stay in the vaults, or make your move to the surface world, with Norm by your side you can expect: Sarcastic comments muttered under his breath at inopportune moments just to see the way you fail to contain your laughter, being the sounding board for all of each other's thoughts and feelings no matter how serious or silly they might be, Norm clinging to your side through everything knowing that he only feels himself when he's stood in your light, and being the one person Norm would do absolutely anything for, bringing out the bravery and intelligence that was always just below the surface of this sweet man.

[mabelcreature]

SLUGCAT HEADCANON 2

threat pose... they get skinny and puff up their tail

[cardinalcheerio]

Bruce: Why didn't you tell me about Damian!

Jay: Cause you dress your kids like traffic lights and send them to fight crime!

Bruce: And Talia teaches hers to kill people!

Jay *master Gaslighter*: So we're not your kids anymore? Wow bruce. Just wow.

Bruce: *sigh™️ *

Damian: tt

[supernova351]

Headcanon moment!!! Vash is canonically 5’11 from what I’ve seen, and Wolfwood is 6’0. But Vash is consistantly drawn taller than Wolfwood so I propose it’s all in his hair and bimbo boots. He and Wolfwood get an inn together for the first time and Vash tells Wolfwood the shower is ready and has good hot water. His boots are off and his hairs weighed down and he’s shorter than Wolfwood. Wolfwood makes a comment about how he should call him floppy instead of spikey and goes to shower and Vash is just silently brooding. Wolfwood passes him and Wolfwoods just like wait a damn minute

[h4venpha]

↳ 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘!! — vash the stampede

oh goodness vash’s number one love language is touch and i will die for it

- vash is such a naturally physical person. if that makes any sense!

- small touches come naturally to him, with anyone for that matter. an arm over your shoulder, hands brushing while walking together, or his knee is pressing against yours under the table.

- its a lot of unspoken meaning behind both his intentional and unintentional touches!

- as friends, vash who always ends up sitting way too close than he should, like hes got his whole upper arm pressed against yours and his warm thigh is right up on you. but hes all smiles and glittering eyes, like completely unaware of how hes affecting you.

- as a BOYFRIEND though.. he knows exactly what hes doing

- vash likes taking your hand in his under the table, he sometimes rests your hand on his thigh and places his hand on top of yours, keeping your touch on him like an anchor. like if somehow you werent touching him he’d pass out

- hes always holding your hand, intertwining fingers or locking your arms together. and hes so so smiley about it all the time

- on dates, sitting across from each other, he bounces one of his legs while the other is stretched out and hooked around your ankle. its such a small gesture but even just being a mere foot away from him, he cant help but keep contact with you

- casual touches where he finds himself mindlessly playing with the folds of your shirt or pants, pinching and rolling the fabric in between his fingers while he converses. also vash who when he notices a tiny TINY piece of lint on your shirt hes like “wait stop stop moving” and you freeze like ??? but after he pulls it off, hes like “okay anyway :D”

- aaaa at home, hes on you all the time! im pretty sure ive talked about this before, but hes hanging off of your arm and following you around wherever you go. he has never been alone at home other than in the bathroom. but even as water is dripping down his hair and hes practically still soaked, hes pouncing on you like a wet dog.

- and of course at the end of the day he cant fall asleep without you pressed flush against him. he has to be warm and snuggly or he cant sleep okay? its normal nightly procedure

[mira-miraaa]

✧ content: 18+, sfw, relationship break, jealousy, miguel creeps on readers online profile, some angst, unedited

Ex!Miguel never thought of opening an online profile. Much less, willingly share photos of his life with others. The idea seemed too overwhelming for someone who loved to keep his life inside a steel bubble.

However, desperate times lead to desperate measures. Now, ex!Miguel, wasn’t creating a profile to share pictures. In fact, it was a guarantee he would never post anything or share his profile with others. He would remain anonymous under an cryptic username with too many numbers attached to it.

After much deliberation, ex!Miguel decided there was no harm in checking up on you. He wouldn’t direct message you or like your posts, he’d just take a quick glance at your profile. It was innocent. Harmless. He just wanted to see how you were doing.

Ex!Miguel felt his heart skip a beat when he saw your name and profile picture. My pretty girl, he thought.

Ex!Miguel carefully scrolled through your feed. You didn’t post often, but in the most recent picture you looked healthy and happy. You seemed to be out with friends, taking pictures of one another with your vibrant happy hour drink in hand. Seeing you made him smile. He wanted nothing more than to see you in person, to hug and kiss you the way he should’ve done when he had you by his side.

Ex!Miguel stopped scrolling upon laying eyes on one picture. His eyebrows furrowed at how comfortably close the guy next to you was. He didn’t enjoy seeing how the strangers hand hooked around your waist. Pulling you closer to him as your hand laid on his chest. It made Miguel sick. It was the only picture of the guy, but that was enough to sour his night.

Ex!Miguel closed the app, immediately typing your name on his contact list. With just one tap, he could’ve called you, but his courage didn’t get him that far. It was your wish to have time to think about where the relationship stood. After months of trying long distance, he couldn’t deny it put a strain on it. With you working and him traveling constantly, time zones really had the power to limit the communication. It had taken a toll on the both of you, but he didn’t want to give up. Not then, now or ever. You were everything to him, and if it meant he had to find a job that settled him down he was ready to do so. He just wished he’d done so sooner.

Instead of dialing your number, ex!Miguel scrolled through his photo album. He never deleted any of the pictures he shared with you. You looked beautiful in every single one. His all time favorite was the one when he took you out on a surprise picnic date. That day went picturesque. He could still feel the warm summer breeze and hear the distant chirping of birds. Miguel felt an overwhelming joy seeing you smiling as a bold squirrel took some of the berries. You looked happy; he certainly was.

Ex!Miguel sighed as he settled onto the bed. It felt cold and empty. He turned off his phone, it wouldn’t be a great idea to call you. It was late anyway. Maybe tomorrow he would gather the courage to press that call button.

[yuki-ume]

Trigun Maximum

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1997-2007

[not-kat]

i can't be the only one who still thinks about maximum ride

[quee-quee]

[Modern AU] I just wanted them all to feel cozy together. And then my friend told me how he sneezed so hard he hit his forehead on the graphic tablet, and said it would be cute if something silly like that happened to Knives.

[alexxuun]

So… Studio Orange released this character modeling concept recently. Like any normal person would do, here’s my height breakdown analysis. (Please note that this is concept from 2021 so it’s not the final model used in the anime)

I drew up some lines and it seems like Wolfwood is a few cm shorter than the twins base on his chin and head crown. The head guideline is guess work with how their hair’s pointing up but i tried to follow the shave side for the twins and the crown for Wolfwood. Tristamp Vash and Knives are 185cm (6’1”) and Wolfwood is around 183-184cm(6’0”).

While in Trimax, Nightow said vash is about 180cm (5’11”) and said Wolfwood is a bit taller (so assumed that he’s around 182-183cm or 6’0”). That’s all!

[arsvnist]

my babygirl , a spreadsheet of headcannons

[tomatoswup]

hello? 1

summary: walking through the deserts of No Mans Land, you encounter an odd creature in the sand

the plushie series: 1 , 2 , 3

warnings/tags: none, cute vash plushie rights!!!

A/N: im so sorry i just love this lil mf plushie bro im so excited when they ship them out ohmygodngklsdnfnsf also imagine small vash plushie being your companion sTOPPPP HE'S ADORABLEE

when you had first started traversing the sandy plains of the deserts of No Man's Land, you thought about the people you may run into, both known and unknown

"HELLOO!!!" A squeaky voice shouted.

Well, you had thought of "people" at first...

The....thing stared up at you, its tiny plushie hands waving around to get your attention, a cute little red poncho covering him like a blanket and blue beady stitched eyes looking at you in wonder. This..plushie? oddly looked like your crush, the infamous human typhoon, the one you hadn't seen in the last two years.

"H-Hello?" You stuttered out in disbelief as you crouched down, the cowboy hat you wore covering your eyes from the blinding suns, giving it the needed shade to observe the small thing. "How'd you get all the way out here?"

The little guy did a cute small twirl in place before running up to you "Thank god!" He said, his voice more high pitched than you had expected it to be "I thought I was gonna be stranded out here! Oh thank you!"

You couldn't help but cover your mouth with your hand to muffle the adoration you had for the cute poor thing.

lOOK AT HIM! OH MY GOD

He was so small and so.. "Oh my god you're adorable!" You gasped out as you put both of your hands out, the little plushie climbing up and onto your hand and into your palm.

"I was originally in a box with other plushies but.. I was the only one that was able to talk and move!" He chirped out "But when the truck was driving, I accidentally fell out..." He sighed animately, his small pudgy shoulders drooping down.

You tilted your head in curiosity, who the hell was mass producing Vash as a plushie? You wondered what Vash would've thought about this. To the thought of your former friend, you somberly smiled at the plushie "Hey, if you want, you can come with me, if that's okay. It'd be pretty mean to leave you out here little guy." The two nibs of his arms flew up to his mouth "R-Really?! Oh I would love that!" You giggled as he jumped up and down. But you came to a bit of a dilemna.

"Now...Where am I gonna put you?" You thought out loud, before another thought came to you "Do you get hot or anything like that? Or do you just not feel the heat?"

The plushie shook its head "Not really! It just feels really warm!"

"Oh good.." You breathed.

Now, where could you put him....Oh! You looked down to your chest to see the small pocket of your shirt "Maybe here?"

You put your hand up to the pocket of your shirt and... 'Vash' jumped in, rustling around before his head poked out and the nibs of his hands held the top of the pocket.

"Perfect! Now let's go!" You smiled out before fixing the bag on your shoulder and restarting your stride through the dry sand.

"...Can we get donuts?"

goddamn it...

[supernova351]

How I think Vash got some of his major scars! I obviously will be talking about violent topics so general warning for that. I’m mainly going to be going off of these three panels.

The serrated scar around his left bicep is pretty obvious: someone tried to cut his arm off. Someone who wasn’t knives, as the wound would be much cleaner. I think they probably got a good amount, it looks like it had to be stitched together.

The scratchs on Vashs abdomen and shoulder d imply that he was probably cut up by an animal, but I don’t think that’s the case. The only two native animals we see on No Man’s Land are the Thomas’s and the Sand worms. But Thomas don’t have three clawed feet.

They have two talons per foot, so it likely wasn’t a Thomas. Considering the weapons on NML I’d assume it was probably clawed gloves. Frankly it looks like he was gored

I like to think the metal lattice on the sides of his ribcage and the bolts on his hips are probably combined as some sort of internal brace, maybe a back injury or spinal fusion. Probably someone shooting or stabbing to close to the spine.

The large scar across his clavicle and the ones on his legs look like stylized whipping scars. I’d put a picture, but if you want to know look it up yourself.

And the waffle titty my beloved. I think it’s there to protect his heart.

If you have any headcanons on how Vash got his scars drop em i want to see

[h4venpha]

↳ 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐅 𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐇 — vash the stampede

vash brainrot headcanons cuz i watched tristamp and i cant stop thinking abt him

- he’s a clingy boyfriend. like 100%.

- big puppy boyfriend who likes to follow you around and watch you do literally anything.

- getting up in the morning is the worst especially when he’s still sleepy

- he’s got his arms loosely wrapped around your waist, his prosthetic hard as he squeezes against your side. and you have to drag him into the bathroom when you get up to brush your teeth.

- youre weakly pushing him off but he’s still got a strong hold on you even half asleep. so you end up brushing your teeth over the sink as he slumps himself against your back, nuzzling into your shoulder as his blonde hair falls over your neck.

- you’ve got on one of his shirts and its big and practically falling off your figure, revealing your skin underneath. and his fingers are slipping under it, cold, prosthetic fingers pressing into your warm skin causing a shiver to run down your back. and when you almost choke on your toothpaste from the chill, he only chuckles softly.

- oh and his voice is so raspy in the mornings.. much different from his normal cheery tone. late at night and early in the morning, it takes on a husky sound to it, kind of rough around the edges when he speaks. oh and he speaks so slowly and calm. its always deep and rumbly whenever he’s laying on your chest in bed.

- and honestly, he likes to be the small spoon let be real! he’s not ashamed or embarrassed, he simply loves you. so he’ll cuddle up under the covers and wrap his arms tightly around your waist while he buries his head in your neck or chest.

- huge boyfriend who also likes it when you gently pet his hair when youre in bed with him.

- but also other times he likes to be big spoon. completely enveloping you in his body, hes curling around you, arms and legs. and its honestly almost uncomfortable with the way he curls up on you, its restricting and so so so warm, hes definitely a living heating pad.

- but like ? he doesnt even realize.. he just likes cuddling and being close to you ‘wym its too hot? ^^’

- also i feel like at night, he literally never lets you go. like even in his sleep, he knows where you are and where to reach for you to pull you back in. his arms are strong and firm against your sides even as he sleeps

okay vash sleepy brainrot over :3 wolfwood headcanons next idk maybe !!

[autism-crime]

I’ve decided to make a little list of a bunch of Trigun headcanons I have. They don’t really apply to a specific Trigun, I kinda like picking bits and pieces of the various canons because it’s ✨fun✨

Anyway, here they are:

Vash wakes himself up by snoring.

Meryl talks in her sleep.

Wolfwood has a small bible that he keeps in his pocket. He doesn’t actually use it, and all the pages are covered in doodles.

Knives and Vash are trans, but it took them a while to figure it out because whenever they asked each other if wanting to be a boy was normal, they would just say “yeah it’s normal, I feel like that too”. Until they finally spoke to Rem about it.

Vash has chronic pain.

Wolfwood nicknames everyone he meets. He especially likes giving nicknames that are annoying.

Milly really likes drawing, and she’s very good at it.

Vash is able to sleep almost anywhere. Once he fell asleep in the footwell of the car, practically folded in half. Meryl has a picture.

Knives has scars on the tips of his fingers from biting his nails.

Vash listens to ABBA and Depeche Mode a lot.

Someone (Wolfwood) once bet that Milly couldn’t throw Vash. She could.

Razlo sometimes hides Livio’s stuff when he’s fronting because he thinks it’s funny. Livio finds it incredibly irritating.

Vash’s and Knives’s eyes are reflective, like a cat’s.

Knives has albinism

Once, when he was drunk, Vash accidentally stepped on a lizard and he held it and apologised for about half an hour. Even when it bit him.

[valitino]

i read a hc that nick is quiet by force of habit and…uhm uhhh…