#<- //I headcanoned they were a soda cookie before they died

[cookie-lore-keeper]

Cookie Biology 101: Carbonated Drink Cookies

Carbonated Drink Cookies (also called Soft Drink cookies but Carbonated feels more inclusive) are are cookies in the Drink Category, and have things like sodas, gingerale, slushies, etc, in their doughs. This category does not include

The most notable traits about these cookie's is their bubbly/fizzy, liquid frosting (hair) that can be a wide variety of colors. Their frosting also changes depending on their emotions; fizzing more when they feel happy/excited/angry and becoming more flat and droopy when they are sad or feeling weak.

Carbonated Drink Cookies can either have pupils or have sclera that fully covers their eyecing; it all depends on the caffeine levels in their doughs. Mix-flavored carbonated cookies may have faint pupils or other shapes that appear in their eyecing (like shining glitter cookie, who is a flavor mix of Soda, Edible shining glitter, and a fruit rollup).

The ingredients for carbonated drinks like sodas are so strong that fizzy hair can still stick around generations after, even if the cookies after them never have kids with Carbonated cookies.

[maks-punchout-hyperfixtion]

I know these are late, but have some holiday headcanons! With ocs mixed in because yes

Note: not all the boxers are in this, nor ocs, consider this pt.1. pt.2 will come out either late this month or sometime in January

Wishing y'all a happy new year and a late holidays!!

Delilah and glass joe aren't allowed to bake during December at all unless they need a bunch of cookies or bread.. because other wise they end up making a bakery amount of different cookies or breads that take up the whole kitchen.

Kasier absolutely loves gingerbread, so Christmas is often his favorite holiday because now he has a reason to make it!

In contrast vicky absolutely despises it, and actually associates chocolate chip cookies to Christmas. It's one of the few things they don't share a like for.

Disco kid, without fail, starts playing “all i want for Christmas” on repeat right after Thanksgiving and only turns it off new years.

He's the reason the boxers can't do holiday songs for their bouts during Christmas (like they would have changed them for one month anyways)

Hondo typically goes back to Japan for Christmas, Don't get him wrong he likes the rest of the punch out gang but he gets really homesick during the holidays and frankly doesn't want to be a downer on everyone.

Bear hugger is the one that got the Christmas tree, which is odd because last anyone checked there wasn't a place that sold real pine trees around there. At Least not one as big as he brought.

Don and Carmen spend the entire holiday season decorating everything, even adding mistletoes.

Those were removed after aran burnt one on purpose (he was not in a good mood that day)

And yes there are green and red roses everywhere too.

Speaking of aran, Christmas is the only holiday where despite his pranks he still gives meaningful gifts.

However that still doesn't stop him and ardin from seeing who can get who the most out of pocket gift ever. This actually became tradition after ardin got a gift that was meant to be a fuck you to their dad who died a little under a month before this, and it was labeled “from: aran.”

This not only Started the tradition but also made andy realize he needed to change his name asap.

This

Breaking the wii chain for abit: andy (spo aran/Andrew for me in case y'all are wondering) slightly dislikes getting gifts because it's often just decorations.

He also never actually told Ardin he was the one that got the gift that started the tradition..hey as long as he doesn't get into the crossfire he's good.

Coming back to the wii chain (dw i have more spo headcanons there just in pt.2)

Christmas was pretty hard with soda since he was used to people just giving him stuff he never wanted. Then someone actually explained it to him and got him something he wanted. He liked Christmas since.

The same unfortunately can't be said for caff.. actually she out right refuses to acknowledge the holiday and calls it “the time of year to give gifts and decorate the place.” solely because one year it gave her a mental break down with her being his clone.. you can't exactly think she would love the holiday after that.

Super macho man. He is definitely wearing a sexy santa outfit lets be honest. Oh and he bought everyone expensive jewelry because he remembered last minute to get gifts.

Amelia is the exact same way but make it more.. Florida. Needless to say they have someone helping them plan the Christmas party.

Sandman just is just, sandman. He's not very Christmas cheer but he did get everyone a sweater and something they like.

Pt.2 coming soon as a repost

[wvrners-blog]

*snoop dogg vc* greetings, loved ones! let’s take a journey!   ; )

alternatively: hello, my name is lea ( 19 | est | she/her ) and this is the one where i introduce you to my little raindrop droptop gumdrop son, WARNER CHOI !

isn���t that ROSS BUTLER ? wait, that’s just WARNER. you can tell it’s him because of the WINTER GREEN TIC TACS & THE SCENT OF MAISON MARGIELA’S ‘JAZZ CLUB’, TOPPED OFF WITH A HONEY-DIPPED SMILE. he is the TWENTY THREE year old in the CHOI family. people say that he tends to be ALLUSIVE but i’ve seen them be PACIFIC. don’t tell anyone but i heard that he is hiding THAT HE HAS BEEN FORGING PRESCRIPTIONS AND SKIMMING MEDS FROM HIS WORKPLACE FOR BOTH HIMSELF AND HIS FAMILY. 

alright so just to preface: it is currently 12:15am, i have just returned from the gym, and therefore this intro will be an absolute trash amalgamation of headcanons & word vomit! but without further ado! let’s dive in!

warner is still v much a dude i’m figuring out, but a skeletal version of his BACKSTORY goes a little bit like this:

born & raised in sunray, but only for a short while. shortly after beginning preschool at 3 years old, it became clear to the choi parents that warner simply could not conform to a traditionally paced education system. the boy was far too perceptive for his age, to the point where he often shocked his educators and peers with unwarrantedly accurate analyses. ( for example, upon witnessing his preschool teacher discipline another child for the use of ‘vulgar language,’ three-year-old warner declared the following while holding his peanut butter & fluff sandwich with the crusts cut off: “  don’t think you should take anyone else’s words without asking. that’s an invasion of freedom. ” 

so warner spent his actual years of primary education off at a prestigious new york boarding school, cultivating his wits. i imagine this did do some damage to his bond with his siblings/parents, but not from his end. in general, warner is the epitome of warm and inviting. he loves completely, all or nothing, even from afar. but as the years progressed, it became much simpler for him to stay with friends during the holidays rather than fly back across the country for every official recess. so his visits to sunray grew slim, to the point where, by the time he entered high school, he only returned home for a few weeks each summer.

warner had always fostered a passion for science and along with a vivacious curiosity about his surrounding world. it was no shock to his academic mentors when he opted to apply to colleges in pursuit of a biology/pre-med degree. what was surprising was his choice of school -- rather than attend harvard, massachusetts institute of technology, or princeton ( his top three picks, all of which he was accepted to ), warner chose to attend arizona state university. though the choi family didn’t need to save the money, warner felt self-imposed pressure to be closer to his family, to make up for the colossal amount of time he spent away. while attending college, he supplemented his classes and expedited his dual degree by working as an EMT with the ASU emergency medical services. it was through this job that he met chase rutherford, the man who would later become his boyfriend -- and current fiancé.

warner has never been closeted. not really. being away for primary/secondary school and living on-campus at ASU helped him kind of just... exist happily without his parents knowing? but as his visits with the family grew more frequent given his collegiate location in state, it was only natural that eventually his parents put two-and-two together. and while they weren’t exactly unsupportive, there was a certain element of disappointment evident from his father. warner did a pretty adequate job of subduing his response to his father’s reaction, channeling his emotions into furthering himself in the medical field. pushing himself to make his father proud again.

( tw: death, grief ) currently, he works as a pediatric oncological nurse, which might perhaps aid in mending his relationship with his father. if, of course, his father were alive to see it. warner was only promoted to this position about three months ago -- his father died several weeks shy of witnessing his son become anything more than a standard physician’s assistant. knowing this absolutely haunts warner, but he refuses to talk about it. and the same goes for the tragic, sudden nature of his father’s death -- as well as the unsolved nature of the crime.

( tw: drug abuse, addictive behavior ) following his father’s death, the choi family has been in shambles. and with nothing being done to catch the person who stole away their patriarch’s life? it only seems natural that the crew would turn to... external... means of self-medicating. at the first sign of trouble, warner felt compelled to put an end to it, stage an intervention. but he knew what it was like, living in pain, and denying his family the right to feel better. the right not to feel at all. against his better judgment, he began forging painkiller prescriptions for his oncology patients and pocketing them once they were filled. it started as a covert operation for his mother and sister. 

the night of his father’s death when a little like this: “you had so much potential. wasted on such a small place in this world. call me when you have something notable to tell.” warner attempted to protest, to offer something more than himself, but he could only utter a stifled, “but -- you don’t understand --” before a loud bang sounded. a series of loud screeches, gasps, clattering as the other end of the line left his father’s hand. and then the line... went dead.

one afternoon, about a week into his medicinal misappropriation, the last words his father said to him on the night of his death wouldn’t relinquish their hold. the usual remedies didn’t work: deep breaths warranted no result. distracting himself with his work proved immaterial. there was no escape. so warner dipped into the bottle of pills he’d intended to hand over to his mother later that night. and he finally understood why she couldn’t possibly go without.

a valium here and there turned into a routine occurrence. a little something to get through work. a small dose to make the estate settlement more bearable. something to subdue the nightmares. everything became a valid reason for some supplementation by negation. maybe if he could shut off his mind, maybe if he could calm his nerves, maybe if he got high enough, it could all just... vanish. but sadly, that’s not how this kind of thing works. but no one’s really been able to tell warner that, since he’s kept this entire ordeal neatly tucked just below the surface. no one but his family knows -- because they’re all on the same derailing train.

some general notes about his PERSONALITY & QUIRKS :

he loves working with kids, and honestly, no better person could be chosen to work one-on-one every day with children diagnosed with terminal illnesses. warner has a certain serenity to his presence; he walks into a room and any remnants of strife vacate the premises. tension clears, like the atmosphere after fresh rain.

dude’s gotta wear scrubs at the hospital, but his personal sense of style consists mostly of fitted shirts, blazers, tailored pants, and wonderful statement shoes. this man knows how to dress.

the great british baking show is his latest inspiration. is he trying to make cupcakes right now? maybe. is he accidentally using baking powder instead of baking soda? uhm. oh. whoops.

honestly how did he survive going to school on the east coast? this dude is... such sunshine? so arizona? sees the best in everyone, refuses to be unkind even to the assholes of this universe. his version of an ill-wish goes a little something like: “y’know, i really hope they freak out about losing their keys only to then find them in their pocket.”

america runs on dunkin’ and warner runs on caffeine !! definitely more of a tea than a coffee fella, but he’ll take whatever he can get before/during/after a crazy shift.

winter green tic tacs have been his favorite thing since the third grade. hey. did you know if you chomp on them really hard in the dark with your mouth open, they’ll flash? no! seriously! you don’t believe me? hold on -- grab the lights. he’s done that to everyone he’s ever met/will continue to meet.

will NOT talk about his own feelings !!  he is an expert side-stepper, and he’ll find a way to swerve and avoid being the topic of discussion by spinning the concerns back onto you. call him on it, or don’t. he’ll still try to deflect.

lowkey sings? but only in the shower, in the car, or to people who ask nicely. or get him drunk. either or.

oh my god, he’s a tall & muscular guy -- 6′3 to be exact -- but he is such a lightweight. two glasses of wine have him all giggly and snuggly. one shot of tequila turns him into an epic flirt.

warner spends a lot of his free time doing crosswords, playing sudoku, and reading academic journals. human encyclopedia at your service. need some fun facts for your next group setting? look no further -- warner has an arsenal of extra knowledge at the ready.

um?? so in love with chase??? it’s like. someone will say his name, or so much as mention something remotely related to him, and warner will turn into the mushiest, gushiest little sap. you’re wearing a white t-shirt, huh? that reminds him of the one time chase wore a white t-shirt -- and now he’s grinning and blushing like a fool.

alright it’s late and this got rambly, but yes!! pls plot with me? i promise i’m nice and i can offer you hypothetical cookies!! i probably won’t be on the dash until tomorrow night because i have some plans ( hooray social life?? emphasis on the question marks there ).

so yeah, shoot me an message on here or hit that mfing like and i’ll come to you! i am so heckin hyped to write with all of you! x

[josselinkohl]

hello friends, please gather 'round, I am going to tell you about my headcanons.

My headcanon tonight is a Captive Prince Raven Boys fusion. It all starts when Kastor steals Laurent’s car and Damen takes the fall for it:

Damen had a rule about Aglionby boys; he stayed away from them because they were trouble. 

During the school year, the academy couldn’t contain all of the sweaters with Raven emblems, and the whole town of Henrietta was filled with boys who cared more about style than substance. None of them had a speck of honor. They’d lie to you as soon as look at you.

Damen’s half-brother Kastor didn’t like Raven boys any more than he did; if anything, Kastor liked them less.

Kastor liked cars. He liked fixing old ones up almost as much as he liked racing them.

Yet Damen had never known his brother to steal them, so the new Audi in the garage was a surprise. That the car belonged to a blond Raven boy who showed up that evening with two detectives and half a squadron of police officers to raid the garage almost seemed like an afterthought.

The police seemed to take a long time collecting evidence. Damen had answered the door politely when they’d arrived but they still put him in handcuffs.

Unbeknownst to Damen, Laurent is especially keen to see Damen take the fall for this because his uncle has hinted to him that the reason Auguste died in a car accident is that Damen did shoddy work on Auguste’s car before the accident. 

Laurent is sixteen but looks younger. 

Damen: Are you even old enough to drive?

Laurent: Yes, this is definitely the man who stole my car, and I do want to press charges.

Damen is seventeen but ends up tried as an adult because Laurent has better lawyers? Or racism? That sort of thing. 

Damen works out a lot in prison, and becomes extremely muscular. He gets out eighteen months later, which happens to be right in the middle of the winter of Laurent’s senior year. 

Damen falls back into his previous habits, working in the garage his father left to him and Kastor.

Kastor came in just as Damen was about to abandon his efforts on the Buick. Kastor watched over Damen’s shoulder for a moment.

“You get it?” Kastor said.

“No.” Damen stood up, looking down at the engine with a frown. “It’ll have to be a replacement.” 

Kastor reached for the valve Damen had been reassembling.

“Don’t—” said Damen, but he was too late. Kastor drew his burnt hand away, cursing creatively.

Damen grabbed a cold can of soda from the mini fridge in the garage and held it out to Kastor, who placed his fingers on it gingerly.

“I told you not to do that!”

“Sorry.”

Kastor had never been comfortable with Damen’s gift. When Damen had been in kindergarten, his nanny had been making cookies, and while she wasn’t watching, Damen had opened up the oven and taken a half-baked one off the tray to eat. He’d known at the time that doing this was wrong, but because stealing cookies to eat when you weren’t given permission was wrong; not because he could touch the oven rack and the cookie sheet and the hot melted chocolate without being hurt.

The nanny had yelled at him and slapped his hand — that had hurt more than touching the oven — but she had been too afraid to tell Damen’s father because it would have involved mentioning that she had been on the phone with her boyfriend while she was supposed to be watching him. Kastor hadn’t always been around at their father’s house — he split his time between his mom’s and their father’s. But he had been sitting at the kitchen table with his homework, and Kastor had never liked Damen’s peculiarity. 

Kastor switched the Coke to his other hand and looked at his burnt fingers gingerly, then grasped the cold can with them again.

It wasn’t that Damen couldn’t feel temperature — he could sense that the oven was hot when he was five and he could tell now when he was working on a hot engine. It was just that it didn’t hurt him. He mostly tried to pretend that it did, because it annoyed Kastor and he didn’t want to call attention to himself among people he didn’t know. But sometimes it was easier to ignore when he was alone.

“Whatever,” Kastor said, waving his unburnt hand toward the engine. “This one’s yours. I’m going to ice this.”

After Kastor goes off to ice his hand, Damen thinks he hears something outside. He goes to investigate, and he sees Laurent, the same blond raven boy who had him thrown into prison, sneaking off into Cabeswater behind the garage.

Even as children, he and Kastor knew better than to play back there, and Damen wouldn’t let his worst enemy wander around alone back there in the dark. So:

"Going out there by yourself is a terrible idea,” said Damen, reflexively reaching out to grab Laurent’s arm.

They froze, standing next to each other, Damen’s hand resting on Laurent’s upper arm. Laurent was characteristically dressed in layers that peaked out behind his scarf at the top of his wool winter coat; Damen doubted that Laurent could even feel the pressure of his fingertips through all of the fabric. Both of their eyes rested on Damen’s fingers. 

“Let go of my arm,” said Laurent.

Damen let his hand drop. Laurent stepped away. 

“Sorry,” said Damen, not entirely certain why he was apologizing. The reflected fluorescent light from the garage made Laurent’s hair look almost silver in the dim light.

“If you touch me, you’ll die,” said Laurent.

The words seemed like a threat, but Laurent didn’t sound threatening. Damen had heard the hard tone of Laurent’s voice when he’d arrived with the police to collect his car and have Damen dragged away in handcuffs, when his voice had been unflinching with an edge of smug superiority. His words now sounded like a calm statement of fact.

(continued in post 2)