#[my headcanons]

[5rozebub5]

Alright everyone once more with feeling: The ultimate reblog collage from the post I made a year ago

so I’ve seen lots of fics about Bruce coming back and finding out things like Tim loosing his spleen or Damian getting shot (on multiple occasions by different people) and he almost always finds out by either having dug into the Batcomputers records and stumbling across it or just seeing it on scans or something after Tim or Damian is injured

but imagine for a moment Bruce finds out, not on his own, but by the others telling him.

And by “tell him” I of course mean that they all automatically assume that he already knows about all of it(because he’s the worlds greatest detective so obviously they don’t need to say anything) so they never bring it up until they mention it one day in passing and nearly give him a heart attack.

for example:

Bruce: Tim, I need you to come with me to speak with Dr. Thompkins down at the clinic about that new drug that’s been circulating

Tim: Oh, sure thing, just let me grab my mask

[Bruce not saying anything but looking at him confused because Tim is already fully suited up and wearing his domino mask?]:

[Tim, now wearing a surgical face mask]: Ok, I’m ready! [Bruce just staring at him, waiting for some explanation. He doesn’t get one.]:

Bruce: Tim

Tim: hm?

Bruce: Why are you wearing a face mask..?

Tim: Oh! Well Dr. Thompkins got mad at me last time I came to the clinic without one because there’s a lot of sick people there and I should be more careful since I’m immunocompromised-

[Bruce, immediately cutting him off]: Wait, what?

[Tim, slightly confused]: She got mad at me when I didn’t wear one last time..?

[Bruce, equally confused and growing very concerned]: No, not that. You’re immunocompromised?

[Tim, now completely lost because this is all common knowledge?]: Uh, yeah??

[Bruce, even more concerned]: How??? What do you mean??

[Tim, getting annoyed and rolling his eyes]: Well that’s what they call you when you have no spleen, Bruce.

Bruce: What.

[Tim finally realizing that, just maybe, they skipped a step]: I have no spleen? It got stabbed so Ra’s took it

[Bruce, about to have an aneurysm]: RA’S DID WHAT-

______ Or like him finding out Damian had his entire spine replaced

Bruce: Hey, do you think it’s strange Damian’s so small?

Dick: No?? He’s ten?? Ten year olds are small?

[Bruce, audibly concerned]: No, I mean don’t you think he should have grown some by now? Is he not eating enough?

[Dick, immediately relaxing]: Oh, that? Yeah, it’s fine

[Bruce, still concerned]: Are you sure? I was taller than that at his age

[Dick, waving his hand dismissively]: Nah, he’s fine. I think the spine replacement just stunted his growth a bit

Bruce:…

Dick:..?

[Bruce, near hysterically because all his kids somehow keep losing pieces of their insides and none of them seem bothered by it??]: his wHAT- ____

Dick has to spend the next several hours trying to stop Bruce from making everyone do a mandatory medical examination so he can make sure none of his other kids are missing anything

Dick promises that it was just the two things

Bruce is not reassured

[lizmidfordsblog]

One thing that's been bugging me lately is the question about who the hell taught Choi Han LANGUAGE. Not how to write or how to read, but how to speak the Western Continent's language.

I can't help but imagine some scrappy hobo with long ass hair and a loin cloth coming out of the woods playing a pointing game with the villagers. Imagine at some point in the novel, while fighting the White Star or the Hunters, Choi Han just yells something incomprehensible that makes the entire battlefield pause because wtf Choi Han.

Only to find out it's language jujutsu like that one meme about "Torpenhow Hill" in England, which literally just translates to "hill hill hill hill" in four different languages. All because Choi Han pointed at something and the villagers misunderstood what he meant.

So not only is Choi Han a certified boomer who has no idea how to send an email and thinks jajangmyeon still costs like 500 won, he has literally invented his own version of slang.

The idea that Choi Han was f-ed over so badly by the GoD that he didn't even know the language is heartbreaking but also, at the same time, I wonder:

How smart is this guy to learn how to speak, read and write within such a short period of time?

On that note, what the hell did Choi Jung Gun do??

[holly-ilex-artworks]

Takes place post enigma tales. My little fix-it headcanon 😩 There’s no way Julian’s never regaining higher brain function and some mobility, NOT ON MY WATCH 🥹 Guest starring everyone’s favorite skinny legend old lizard doctor, Kelas Parmak (and his unnamed but very dedicated apprentice) 💕

[wncestnoir]

okay so. one of my favorite headcanons is sam confessing to dean right before the deal comes due at the end of season 3. not because he thinks it’ll fix anything. not because he thinks dean will say it back. but because he’s got nothing left to lose. he’s tried everything. he’s failed. dean’s going to hell and sam can’t stop it, can’t save him, can’t even hold on. so he figures—why not just say it? get it out. let dean take it with him, carry that truth into the dark. because what’s the worst that could happen now? dean doesn’t feel the same? it wouldn’t be worse than watching him die.

and then season 4. dean’s back. pulled out of hell, whole but not really. and sam is just—relieved. wrecked, but relieved. and it takes a second for it to hit him, but when it does, it really hits.

he told him. dean knows.

and it would be so delicious to see how this dynamic would play out with dean fresh out of hell. like what would they do? would dean confess back? would he keep quiet because they're already messed up enough? is he protecting sam by saying nothing, or protecting himself?

and what does sam do with all of that? would he bring it up? just pretend it never happened? pretend that moment, that confession, didn’t change everything for him? how do you look someone in the eye every day after that and just go on like before?

there's so just so many possibilities.

[moonlighthcandmore]

Damian Wayne Cooking HC

Damian learned how to cook from his mother. I know everyone loves him being just as incompetent as Bruce since he was basically a prince, but he was raised to be completely self sufficient. Not that he normally had to be, but I would think that Talia would make sure he had every single skill he needed to be entirely alone. He never mentions it since Alfred does all of the cooking anyway, and he never has to.

Then one day, Alfred asked him to come mix up a batch of cookies. Damian agreed, though he found it odd that Alfred was watching him instead of his full attention being on the pot atop the stove which stopped him from making the cookies himself. In all reality, Alfred was worried that Damian would make a mess, or end up somehow setting something on fire. Instead he got to watch Damian look around the kitchen, and even end up tweaking the recipe with a few pinches of seasoning to make the other flavors pop. That’s when Alfred knows that Damian can cook, and probably well, because most people think that no seasonings other than salt go into desserts. He doesn’t say anything, just smiles and turns back to the stove, leaving Damian to his own devices without worry.

Alfred starts asking Damian to help him cook whenever they were alone in the manor, or everyone else is too busy to pay attention to what they’re doing. Damian agrees each time, though he seems hesitant. For the first few months of this, he only follows what Alfred says to, by the letter. He doesn’t understand why he’s there since Alfred is obviously capable of doing it himself. Eventually though, he realizes that Alfred wants to spend time and connect with him. That’s when he starts to branch out a bit, and shows Alfred some techniques that his mother taught him, and some tells him a few stories of when his mother would teach him how to make traditional meals from each country so he could blend in wherever he went. Though traditional meals from their culture was always her favorite, and Damian’s too since it gave him a way to connect to his roots and his mother. He also loved the way she would smile, or place a gentle hand in his hair as he cooked.

Alfred listens to everything Damian tells him, and starts looking for somewhere to buy ingredients that night. It takes him a couple of weeks to find somewhere, but Damian is surprised that night when he’s called in to help with dinner. He finds a slew of random ingredients, and Alfred asks him to teach him how to make one of the dishes he would make with his mother. Damian laughs, and it’s not haughty or fake. It’s a real child like laugh. They didn’t have the right ingredients that night, but Damian went with him to the small store the next day, and they cooked one of Damian’s favorite childhood meals that night. Everyone questioned the food, but only got the vague answer that it was something new they were trying. They cooked something new each Saturday after homework and cases until Alfred convinced Damian to tell his family that he’s making them, and what the significance was. Surprisingly, there are no jabs, and Saturday becomes the night that the manor had the most guests each week.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Just Sam and Bucky, losing a game of cards badly.

[natsuki208]

AOT Angst Headcanon

Every night after the murder tragedy of poor Marco, Reiner would have a similar nightmare. He’s within Trost but it’s dark, and there is a body lurking nearby, and his face is familiar to him; despite only being half a head. It gets closer towards Reiner until…

Marco repeatedly blames him for his death.

Reiner sometimes wakes up in his warrior persona; constantly telling contemplating on if he did the right thing to protect his identity.

Other times he wakes up in his soldier persona; horrified on why his long gone comrade would blame him for what happened.

[iheartpeppino]

Headcanons about the Pizza Tower cast's favorite foods:

Peppino loves pasta, especially spaghetti with a nice meat sauce.

Gustavo loves mushroom pizza.

Brick loves mozzarella cheese.

Mr. Stick loves breadsticks, salty pretzels, and baguettes. Just a very big fan of bread in general.

Pepperman, ironically enough, loves eating bell peppers, especially roasted red peppers. He sometimes takes bites out of non-sentient raw bell peppers to try and intimidate people.

The Vigilante likes eating barbecued meat and is pretty decent with a grill. He's also been known to eat cheese on occasion, pepperjack being his personal favorite.

The Noise has a huge sweet tooth and loves eating candy, sweets, and sodas of all kinds.

Noisette shares The Noise's love of sweets, but her favorite food is actually snail pie. Yes, like Toriel from Undertale. I have actually made snail pie before. It's tasty, but unique enough that I genuinely feel Noisette would try to make it herself.

Fake Peppino's favorite "food" is other Peppino clones. Failing that, he likes to eat bugs, small rodents, and frogs. Yes, frogs. Why? Because frogs like to eat each other all the time, and Fake Peppino is part frog.

Pizzahead's favorite foods are chicken and pizza. Pizza topped with chicken with a dash of Satan's Choice hot sauce is his favorite dish.

John and Gerome love eating any food that ISN'T pizza.

Maurice loves meat, especially burgers and steaks, which he considers American. He avoids Italian foods, as well as any bread-like foods adjacent to pizza or pasta, claiming such foods cause impotence.

Snick loves onion rings and cheesy hot dogs. Chili? Ew, no thanks!

Snick.JPG / Snick.EXE (whatever you wanna call him) likes bagels.

Pizzamancer liked pepperoni pizza when he was alive.

[dootznbootz]

Odysseus is a He/Him Pensbian. To me.

[valy-gc]

That's kind of what I think from the very start I entered in this fandom. I just got finally new lore about dragons (and their horns) so I can finally write it.

Dire Crowley Backstory (Headcanon)

Long before he became the infamous headmage of Night Raven College, Dire Crowley was an esteemed fae in the Valley of Thorns—once serving as a trusted advisor to the Draconia family. His tenure began under the rule of Maleficia’s mother, Queen Malvanna Draconia, during a time when young Maleficia herself was barely fifty—still a child by fae standards.

But the Senate—composed exclusively of dragon fae nobles—held deep resentment toward any non-dragon, even other fae. They despised Crowley, “the filthy crow,” and saw his closeness to the royal line as a threat. Determined to erase him, the Senate orchestrated a brutal purge, not targeting him directly, he was too strong—but his family.

Crowley returned home too late.

His parents, Morrick and Evalise Crowley, were slain in cold blood. His elder brother, Corbin, had tried to protect them and died fighting. And worst of all, his beloved younger sister—little Viviara, his “sunshine”—was found lifeless among the wreckage. She was everything to him: bright, kind, and always making flower crowns from the thorns around their home. Her death shattered him.

In the throes of rage and grief, Crowley overblotted.

His blot was monstrous—his power so immense he became classified as a living natural disaster. The Senate? Wiped out in a single night. That’s how they became the ghostly “memories” who now linger and whisper advice to the Draconia family—ghosts born of blood and regret supposed to attone for their sins, but refuse to recognize they always been in the wrong.

But the devastation didn’t end there.

Entire bloodlines were erased in the chaos. Most of the dragon fae nobility—the senate families—were annihilated. Only one other family than the royals survived the purge: A distant cousin branch, living far from the court. (Levan's family -Malleus’s father)

Unwittingly, Crowley had not only destroyed his enemies, but decimated an entire people.

He is the reason the Draconia family are now the last of the dragon fae. A truth he never speaks of... but one that never stops echoing in his mind.

Unable to control his own power, Crowley raged through the Valley until Queen Malvanna herself intervened. Using every ounce of her strength, she sealed Crowley’s magic, severed his connection to his phantom, and bound his abilities with an irreversible curse. But the toll was fatal—her horn had been broken in the fight and with her life force spent, she died shortly after.

Now powerless and fragile, Crowley fled—guilt-ridden, unstable, and ashamed. He wandered until he arrived at the Sage’s Island. There, in the small town that housed the prestigious Night Raven College, he met the gentle and wise Headmage, Ambroise the 8th.

Crowley confessed everything.

Ambroise didn’t cast him out. Instead, he offered the grieving fae a second chance. Though he couldn’t access magic anymore—save for pitifully weak spells—Crowley still excelled in theory, showing diligence and humility. Ambroise admitted him as a special student, gifting him a magical tool to help him function: the Leash of Love—a cursed whip to rein in chaos and follow others more easily.

During his student years, Crowley completed an internship in the Sanctuary of Ashes, a remote research facility that studies magic-corruption and phantoms —a very early version of the STYX—. The goal was to understand his condition, and he built bonds with its researchers—many of whom later became his supporters at NRC.

But Ambroise the 8th had a son—Ambroise the 9th—spoiled, arrogant, and certain he’d inherit NRC like he was supposed to. Despite his lineage, Ambroise the 9th was lazy, intolerant, and cruel to schoolmates he deemed beneath him. Ambroise the 8th, heartbroken over his son’s failure to grow, chose another successor.

At the end of Crowley’s studies, Ambroise publicly named him the next headmage of Night Raven College. Ambroise the 9th threw a tantrum, but his father silenced him with a scathing truth: “You’ve done nothing to deserve this. He has.”

Enraged, Ambroise the 9th stormed away—only to create his own rival institution in retaliation: Royal Sword Academy. Unlike NRC, RSA was a paid school—elitist, pompous, and dripping with prestige. He wanted only the wealthiest, purest legacies. And so began the bitter rivalry between the two schools.

Crowley, meanwhile, took on his duties at NRC. But over the decades, he became... different. Detached. Eccentric. The weight of immortality, guilt, and grief warped his personality. He became narcissistic and flighty—not because he was lazy, but because he was exhausted. Holding back for centuries has frayed him.

His mask hides more than his face. Beneath it lies the blot-flame and the lace markings all overblot victims bear—a mark he cannot cleanse. He has not aged a day, nor has his magic ever returned. It's as if the sealing magic froze him in time.

No one knows where his phantom is. Or what might happen if it returns.

In truth, the sheer power of the sealing spell backfired in a way no one could have predicted. The phantom, torn from its master’s soul and unable to exist in its true form, collapsed in on itself—warped into something so small, so seemingly harmless, it vanished into obscurity.

It became... a kitten.

A stray, scrappy creature, born from the fragment of a fae’s broken soul. Lost, confused, and carrying an emptiness it couldn’t name. It didn’t remember its origin—it only remembered feelings: overwhelming hunger, rage, loneliness... and the terrifying knowledge that it was something dangerous. Something it never wanted to become again.

So it gave itself a name.

Grim.

Centuries passed. And one day, the stray wandered to a place that felt like home without knowing why.

Night Raven College.

Grim still doesn’t know what he is. Just that he’s a “monster,” as he often say.

Crowley, unaware of Grim’s true nature, took him (and MC) in, and over time began to feel an odd attachment—especially to Grim. Though he doesn’t consciously realize it. He just assumes it's nostalgia, fondness, or simple boredom being broken by Grim’s chaos.

However, if Crowley ever discovers that Grim is actually his phantom—sealed and changed to another form—he’ll be faced with a devastating truth. Killing or reabsorbing Grim may be the only way to free himself from his constant overblot state. But doing so would also mean destroying the very creature he’s come to care for like family—one that has unknowingly soothed the centuries-long ache in his fractured heart.

[the-fabled-void]

Papyrus growing up with chronic insomnia but assuming that it's a normal experience.

Especially as a kid, he had no clue

He's definitely sat at the breakfast table after waking up at 3 am, waiting for Sans to join him for breakfast

[givetomurasomechapstick]

League of Villains and a Child headcanons 1

Timeline:

League of Villains and a Baby

Epilogue headcanons

League of Villains and a Toddler

When you get your quirk:

Shigaraki:

"I don't care what happens as long as she doesn't hurt me."

That's the first thing he says.

Completely fine with watching the chaos go down.

He is staying on edge around you, but isn't / doesn't want to avoid you. Or have you feel avoided and ignored.

Actually tells you all the good cool things your quirk can do when no one is looking.

"See brat? Your powers are cool."

But don't respond with something like 'your powers are cooler!'.

He is definitely gonna avoid you after that.

Toga:

Makes sure to show that she loves you even more. Especially with affection.

"Look Baby (Y/N), you got your quirk! And wow, look at all the cool things it can do!"

I assure you that she has no false enthusiasm and is actually impressed by your quirk; even if it were just for moving around your toothbrush.

Won't care if your power is scary, or makes you look weird. She makes sure to tell you she loves you even more!

If you get a blood related quirk she'll definitely help you out as best as she could.

"This is the coolest quirk I've ever seen Baby (Y/N)! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise!"

Dabi:

Chaos? He's SUPPORTING it.

"Your quirk is impressive..."

Even if he's not impressed he makes sure to say that under his breath.

Ultimately makes fun of your quirk.

BUT he will burn anyone else who makes fun of it in their sleep.

If your powers hurt you, he's figuring out ways to help you be able to use it without getting injured.

~ OOC soft Dabi ~

Will definitely steal get any sort of support item you need.

"Got to admit it to you kid, your powers are impressive. Just don't go training on your own, alright?"

Spinner:

His soul is slowly dieing...

ESPECIALLY if you got a mutation quirk.

Crying over it? He's helping you through the entire thing. And will let you vent to him about literally anything that comes to your mind at that moment.

Constantly gets stressed you might get depressed when your older.

So he does everything to prevent that.

Cookies? Already baked. Favorite plushy is getting a hole? Fixed it an hour ago. Literally anything you ever wanted? It's next to your door like Christmas presents under a tree.

I'm sure everyone in the League will never let him live down this 'mommy faze', but he won't care as long as you're happy.

"Don't let it get to you. Everyone is unique in their own way and this is one of them. I mean, hey! Look at me. Do I look that ugly?"

Twice:

Was actually out buying groceries when it happened.

And when he came back home, everyone was either screaming, yelling, or running around.

Maybe all of the above.

But either way, of you ask him if your power is cool (crying or not),

"It's such a cool quirk (N/N)! Well I think it's like trash."

Tries his best at comforting you. And really hopes he didn't make you feel bad about who you are.

Any quirk related to making multiple of something? He's helping you out with every fact he has.

Might be hard tho with his double side.

"See? Your power is perfect. Just for you! No! It fits terribly with your aesthetic, get a new quirk!"

Compress:

Meanwhile calming everyone down.

Also tells you about all the cool things your quirk can do.

Quirk that would look good at magic? Your his new personal assistant.

Don't diss him out tho.

"It's not cheating magic! It's just like a life hack of doing so. Is that what they call it these days?"

You have any ever growing collection of marbles now (with all the people that said you wrong about your quirk; courtesy of Compress)

"Your quirk works perfect on set. Try using it more this way and you could be the star of the show!"

[thescaryhyperfem]

did I even post this. i don't think soooooo

[gumcatbd]

ough, alright

So for me, Rocket starts out similar to you, mostly only having this dry, tasteless stuff that just gives enough nutrients and vitamins to have him survive, sometimes having direct injections to make up for anything lacking, because H.E. is a terrible terrible guy

Rocket leaves, and for a while he is just stealing food. He struggled a lot early on figuring out what was and wasn't food, and did eat from the trash a little, but when he got a little older and had been forced to resort to stealing enough not to care about it anymore, because he had such keen senses he could always taste and feel whatever was WRONG with the garbage food, he felt particularly disgusted by it

However, he discovered a street food that became his favorite food within this time, that being 'Poppy Bits' as he called them as a tiny guy, aka Popcorned Grits, which is like popcorn chicken, but with mystery meat inside (sometimes no meat at all). He adores this because he's a lot more texture-based, food wise. He LOOOOOVES a good unique texture and a tasty treat, and the surprise factor for Poppy Bits just makes him happy every time. The crunch of the exterior vs the soft chewiness of the interior, plus the poppability of the thing, you can eat em fast anywhere.

He got to try a lot of different foods when stealing, and knew what none of them were. Because of this, when he became a bounty hunter, he went out of his way to get cookbooks and things to learn more about what things were, loves learning that guy.

Due to the way his brain is designed (with my headcanons and aus at least), he's able to repeat anything he does almost perfectly when he wants to, and this goes for cooking, too. He can do recipes perfectly by the book, but it was kinda soulless, if you ask Quill. And Quill wasn't wrong, but Rocket at least had cooking skills to start from somewhere.

Drax teaches Rocket more about how to show his heart through cooking, and slowly but surely Rocket learns how to experiment, how to intuit what things can evolve to be, and how to put his soul into the cooking process

Now to Quick Shot some extra stuff

His favorite drink is Hot Cocoa, especially with stuff like marshmallows and whipped cream on it, LOVES that stuff

He LOVES foods that can be prepared in a lot of different ways, like potatoes or eggs or such, he finds delight in the unpredictability of the possibility.

He hates foods that are overly dry, if they don't have A LOT of taste to make up for it, and even then they won't be very high on his tier list of foods he likes

He doesn't like potato chips

He really likes pasta and soups, due to their unique textures, and usually prefers to make his pasta a little extra crispy, rather than fully soft

Fried Rice is another one of his favorite foods, depending on the meat it goes even higher

He would love Boba Tea whenever he tries it

He doesn't enjoy the taste of coffee, and caffeine doesn't affect him, but he usually doesn't wanna be a bother to the team, so he just drinks it anyways when they make it

He also doesn't enjoy hot teas, but only because if it's brewed badly (which it usually is on the Guardian Ships), he can taste it

He's not weak to spice at all, and sometimes puts too MUCH spice in his cooking, and gets chewed out by local pathetic white man Peter Quill

His favorite Dessert is Mochi Ice Cream

When he learns more about Earth, Asian Cuisine, especially further eastern asian, though Indian too, would be what he would rank as his favorite Earth Foods

He loves orange juice with pulp, and was sad to learn most other fruit juices don't have a pulp option. Quill called him a demon from hell for this, and Rocket adorned the title 'Pulp Demon' as a joke

I could ramble for literal hours so I will stop myself there, thank you for inviting me to rant

Rocket Food and Eating Habits Headcanons 🥘 🍱 🍲

In Arete Laboratories Rocket only ate bland, kibble-like food. He was pretty much malnourished. After escaping he had to scavenge for whatever he could find. He spent a lot of time being hungry, and getting any decent food to eat was like a luxury.

Even after becoming a bounty hunter he was usually low on rations, only splurging on a good meal every so often. His eating habits mostly consisted of eating a quick snack whenever he felt really hungry.

A lot of heat and eat. He never learned to cook. 

After becoming one of the Guardians he learned some basic food prep, mostly from Drax who was the only one out of the group who had any actual cooking experience.

Rocket took awhile to break out of his sporadic eating habits, but now he eats meals more regularly. 

In the beginning he tended to favor lighter meals, like small bowls of pasta, sandwiches, fish, chicken, etc. but later on he started to enjoy more hearty, comfort foods like chilis, stews, or casseroles. Especially whenever it's cold.

He likes eggs, any way: scrambled, frittata, omelets, poached, boiled, etc.

He also likes breakfast meats and pastries like danishes. Even more so if they have berries in them.

I think he would really love sushi. Also he would be really good with chopsticks and probably prefer them over forks in most instances. 

Salads are meh but he eats them. 

He likes spicy food but not super spicy. He and Quill will compete with each other to see who can eat the most spicy food without reaching for milk. 

Rocket snacks on dried fruit and nuts and also beef jerky type stuff. 

He has a secret sweet tooth. Will sneak cookies and ice cream. 

Regularly drinks coffee and beer

He’d like smoothies and also bubble tea

He would prefer matcha, black, or thai milk teas with jelly toppings in it

[idontknowhowtoplayguitar]

Lotr headcanon, having lots of patches on your clothes is fashionable in the Shire. The more patches, the cooler you are. Especially if it's a lot of different fabrics. It's common to trade patches with friends and family, and it's usually treated with high sentimental value. It's like carrying a piece of someone with you.

While the hobbits are on the quest, their clothes get holes and such. This leads Sam and Frodo to nab small things from the other members of the fellowship, like handkerchiefs or anything too worn for use, to use as patches. Merry and Pippin aren't so courteous, and cut pieces from the fellowship's clothes while they sleep.

Of course, the hobbits exchange patches amongst themselves while traveling, and they never go anywhere without a needle and some thread. Sam is the best at sewing. Pippin is not allowed around needles.

Boromir notices this, thinks it's adorable, and leaves things out purposely for the hobbits to use. Eventually, he asks about it, and they convince him to do the patches, too.

Aragorn also notices and thinks it's adorable, but doesn't bring it up to them. He's secretly flattered to find pieces of his rag on Frodo's pants. He asks Boromir about it instead.

Legolas doesn't notice. His clothes are elven-made, and the scissors refuse to cut it.

Gimli notices the random holes in his clothes, and the things going missing, but doesn't realize it's the hobbits. He brings it up to Legolas, who immediately convinces Gimli that he's crazy and it's all in his head.

Gandalf notices, obviously, and he doesn't mind until Pippin tries to cut his cloak while hes asleep. He proceeds to wake up and yell at him until dawn.

After Boromir dies, Aragorn takes his cloak, and sews pieces onto his clothes. These are the only patches he has.

Bilbo has a set of clothes with patches from the dwarves, from his own adventure. He told them about the tradition, and they all gave him pieces of fabric to use. He can still recount which patch belonged to who.