#GUN File: Headcanon

[familylightfox]

More sketches I’ve been working on. Fleshing out Volt’s abilities he gained from being possessed by Black Doom to battle Shadow.

Again, please excuse my atrocious handwriting. Still just the sketchy sketch phase but I’m liking where the ideas are going so far.

[tearsoftime0086]

I wish I was close enough to someone who speaks Japanese so that I wouldn't feel embarassed about asking this silly resident evil translation question that's been stuck in my brain for over a year now XD

[gxldensxldiers]

Also I'm sorry but Arthur's family is totally the types to shoot off fucking guns on new years on top of setting off fireworks.

It's a good thing they live out in the middle of nowhere.

[jinwoosbabyboo]

𝙵*𝚌𝚔 𝙰𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝙾𝚞𝚝

Lads men dealing with someone harassing you over them A/N: I know I said I would do a short for this, but I started writing and it just came out much better as headcanons [Requested by: Anon]

𝚉𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎

with you being the only person he doesn't find boring he would accidentally hurt that persons feelings when he tells them it would never happen

would probably sit there and explain how unhealthy it is to have such an attachment to someone who doesn't feel the same

already filed a police report that was the first thing he did

they would end up leaving you alone at the simple fact that the fantasy version of Zayne they created in their head only existed for you (they think he's a rude asshole now)

he would still get a written apology from them for you

𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚕

Gets rid of them .... that's it.

"what happened to your crazy obsessed fan?" "Who?" "That one girl" "Dont know guess she skipped town"

𝚇𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛

has you send him all the evidence of them threatening and harassing you

even when you just told him not to do anything he still takes the time to find this person and have a face to face conversation … if you want to call it that

Already reported them for harassment and if they continue he will take matters into his own hands

brings them to you and has them bow at your feet with their head kept low

not only has them verbally apologize, but has them give you a written apology

𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚜

he's bringing that person to you tied up and gagged

nonchalant as fuck, gun in hand with a smile "How do you want to do this?"

"Do you want an apology or do you want to do what they said they would do to you in those text messages?"

forces an apology out of them regardless and has the twins dispose of them

"No one threatens you and walks away unscathed"

does not play any kind of games about you because who do they think they are threatening you

you never heard from that person again .... no one did .... and you didn't dare ask questions

[maliciousarcheology]

Headcanons on what MC death would scare the LADS LIs the most and how'd they react:

Tw: slightly graphic death scenes

The thing Sylus would be most scared of is killing you with his own hands.

He steps out of the elevator. He's straightening his cuffs, trying to make them perfect. He doesn't want a thing out of place when you see him. He looks up, his eyes finding you immediately. A smile barely touches his lips before he realizes somethings wrong. He goes to call out to you, but he can't seem to open his mouth. You're smiling at him, calling out, "Sylus!" You're annoyed, but behind that, is a fondness that's grown over time. You're actually excited to see him, and your heart is beating so fast you think he can hear it. But he can't. He can only hear his own heart beat. Blood is rushing to his head, and he hears it in his ears. His breathing is steady and controlled as his body moves towards you. He can't stop it. He's fighting, screaming in his own mind. He starts praying to anyone listening. Begging and promising he'll do anything if you just run. But you don't. Your face registers surprise when he doesn't return your smile. You tense when he gets close, sensing something isn't right. "Sy-" you cry out as his hands wrap around your throat. You're looking into his eyes, but you don't see anything behind them. You don't see him in his head, screaming. You don't hear him as his inner thoughts dissolve into dry heaving; his body showing only the slightest sign of the battle that's going on in his head. It's a motion you don't register. You've started fighting back, but it's useless. It's over quicker than he expects. Scratches down his forearms sting as his hands drop. HIS hands. He can move them again. Your body doesn't hit the floor. He's grabbing you, lowering you down so gently. But he doesn't stand up. His eyes are closed as he holds you, stuck in that crouching position. He can't pull back and look at your face. Your once beautiful face, now swollen. His eyes replay the look on your face as you died, and he starts shaking. And in the darkness, someone else moves. Watching and waiting.

The thing Zayne would be most scared of is you coming into the hospital and dying from your wounds when he couldn't save you.

He wouldn't even know you're there, not at first. He hears about an emergency patient and walks quickly to pick up the paperwork. He listens to the nurse as they explain what had happened. A wanderer attack. His thoughts go to you for a moment. Brief. Habit more than anything. It wasn't looking good for the patient, they warn him. He nods, looking down at the file and sees your name. His face goes pale. He opens the door. And his face falls. There's no screams, just a small shout as he rushes to you. He works for hours. He hasn't felt his legs for a long time. His hands move with precision. His tools threaten to slip from his bloodied gloves and a slight tremor goes through his hand. He's over taken by nausea, causing him to pause. Everyone notices, going silent and watching him. Darkness swims over his vision and he sways. Sweat is gathering under his mask. His glasses are fogging up from his labored breathing. His heart, usually so steady, won't stop pounding. Time passes, but you don't get up. You don't even open your eyes. He sees the nurses around him move away, but he doesn't. He keeps working until after you've already passed. There's no tears that fall from his half closed eyes. He stops trying to blink, his hands finally going still. He stays that way for a long time afterwards, until they drag him out. That's when he begins to scream and sob, calling y/n over and over

The thing Xavier would be most scared of is wanderers gutting you in front of him.

He steps onto the field. His eyes scan for your figure. There you are; he begins to jog towards you. He falters. Somethings wrong, you aren't moving right. Your swings are jerky. Where are your guns, he wonders. Now he sees it. He sees the object going through your body, impaling you. He's falling apart before your lifeless body hits the ground. He bursts towards you. A scream rips out of his throat. It's animalistic in sound. Its grief and anger. He doesn't really know if you're dead or not, but his body is reacting out of his control. He knows that you're dead. He feels it in his soul, but thats all he feels. The thought "y/n didn't survive." explodes in his mind. Its repeating. At some part, he starts screaming it. He loses his voice, a singular raspy sob escaping by the time the fight is over. He stumbles to your body. He stares into your vacant eyes; he shudders, silently sobbing, nails clutching at his own shoulders as your blood seeps into his clothing

The thing Rafayel would be most scared of is you sacrificing yourself for him while he's unable to stop you.

He walks out of the ice cream shop, eyes full of amusement. He said he was going to the bathroom, but he really went to get you ice cream. He scans the crowd for you, spotting you before you see him. He gets to view the moment you see him, your smile immediate and warm. He sees your eyes crinkle in happiness, and he watches the light shine behind you. You're an angel, he thinks. He starts to head towards you, calmly. He's still watching you, even when your face starts to change. Confusion comes first. Your smiles starts to drop, your eyebrows come together. Then your face goes blank and you're running towards him. He's confused, looking around as if in slow motion. He notices people are now screaming. It's almost muted in his ears, like he's underwater. Then he sees you again. You're right in front of him, and you're yelling as you push him. He flies back, but his vision is abruptly covered by debris. He closes his eyes, hands flying to remove the grit. He coughs, a delicate sound after the symphony of terror he just went through. All around him are pieces of rock and wood, and his palms are bleeding. He looks up, seeing part of a building had fallen. Earth quake? Explosion? He can't think straight. He sees your body under the debris. He crawls towards you, grabbing at your shoulder. He shakes you, but you don't move. He shakes you harder, and harder. He starts grabbing at your jacket. He's calling your name, over and over. It was quiet at first. Soot and bits start gathering in his throat as his breathing gets worse. He feels them and he's agitated. He's not understanding why you aren't moving. Y/n, come on, he pleads. He moves to look at your face. Your face that looks so serene, if you ignore the smudges and blood that's trickled from your nose. Blood? A sob escapes him. Soft, heart breaking in its own way. His eyes travel down your body, seeing your lower half crushed. He gathers you to him, pushing your hair back from your forehead. He stays there, rocking back and forth, asking himself how could he let Miss Bodyguard die again?

The thing Caleb would be most scared of is a person killing you.

Flesh and blood, causing your death before he could cause theirs. He walks out of the apartment, blinking in the sunlight. He'd been sleeping late this morning, waiting for you to call him and let him know you were free. But you never did call. He's not worried, not at first. He's looking for you, sure, but only because you didn't answer his calls yet. Time starts ticking by, and all he hears is his own footsteps. His ears are straining to hear his phone, as if he's trying to will its ringing into existence. The silence is becoming overwhelming. His fingers start to twitch at his sides. He starts making little noises as he keeps checking his phone. He's walking faster as his panic is picking up. He's starting to feel like he can't breathe because why the fuck aren't you answering? His mind is going to the worst scenarios and, little does he know, they're true. Because he turns to look in an alley as he's running. It's a quick sweep, but he's the Colonel, he's been trained. And he notices the shoe that's laying there. A spot of color on the grey cement. And he stops, his sneakers squeaking for a moment. He turns, scrambling for the alley. He's breathing heavy, a small please escapes his lips every few moments. He doesn't slow as he passes the shoe. He throws himself forward, grabbing the dumpster and pulling it from the wall. The wheels scream as bags rustle at his feet. And then he sees you. You're barely recognizable now. He shouldn't be able to recognize you but somehow his body just knows. His other half is lying there, bloody and amongst the trash. He doesn't speak for a moment. Then he makes a call on his phone. Crime scene investigators arrive quickly. The entire time, he stands still. He stopped speaking after the detectives had walked away; he'd calmly told them everything. He watches as they zip up your body. He stays in that spot even after you've been removed and brought to the morgue. No one approaches him, but they whisper. The Colonel Caleb Wright? No, that can't be. Because even those who don't know him can see he's broken, just a young man who's never going to be the same

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Bucky Barnes’ child

Bucky Barnes x child!reader

warnings: SA IMPLICATIONS. guns violence death etc

a/n: this fic is slow to start bc of backstory/worldbuilding. bc it starts when bucky is in hydra theres not a ton of complex dialogue opportunities until the programming is broken. i tried to skip as much fluff (the unnecessary story, not fluff like cutesy stuff) as i could bc we’ve all watched the captain america movies at this point right? (i only changed a few main details too like zemo waiting for steve and tony instead of hiding and bucky not going into cryo when he goes to wakanda)

prompt: takes place from like pre-CACW to post endgame

ever since bucky had been captured by HYDRA, made into the winter soldier, he was no longer had autonomy

for anything

years of experimenting, testing, training, cryosleep, they all took a toll on him

and as HYDRA evolved new ways to exert their control and influence, they found new ways to torture bucky

now they were taking his DNA to create a new, better soldier—one who knew no old life

the child they’d genetically modified was implanted in another test subject with bucky’s dna

it was no use fighting it, bucky had to comply

you were born 9 months later, and as you grew you were subjected to more tests with hormones and serums that would make you as strong as the super soldier serum

bucky protested the moment he laid eyes on what would be his child

“that is me. that child is apart of me. you can’t expect me to stand by and let you torture them” -bucky

“you are in no position to make demands, or else you will face the consequences” -hydra

they were generous enough to let him name you

“y/n…” -bucky

“good, good. now y/n will be a good soldier for us, you will make sure of that” -hydra

“what? no—i can’t” -bucky

“stop it! you will do as i say or i will say the words to make you” -hydra

you were held over his head every time he strayed until he was a shell of himself

he trained you, but was not allowed to do anything more. he wanted to badly to be a father to you and take you away from this, but he’d disconnect the moment his trigger words were spoken

he was desperate to break free and take you with him

he coped in his dreams. in his dreams he was your dad and you were his child.

and even after mind wipes, he felt that connection to you

to you, that was the winter soldier. the man that trained you until he was put back on ice

you and him operated on opposite stints for a few years when you were skilled enough, around your mid teens

your first mind wipe came when you were sent to retrieve stolen information from a rogue hydra agent—that’s when you learned the truth and failed your first mission

“wait! please! i can tell you everything you didn’t know. you are the winter soldier’s child! i have the proof in that briefcase you’re holding. don’t kill me, please!” -defector

for the first time, you hesitated and decided to listen. your gun was still pointed at the man, you flipped through the files, you found your profile. and bucky’s.

“see?! i told you. they genetically engineered you to be their perfect soldier with his DNA! he was a prisoner of world war two, his real name is james barnes. you are y/n barnes. i watched them wipe his memory when he started to fight my superiors on how they treated you. he doesn’t remember.” -defector

you spared the man and took the files

and confronted your keepers at HYDRA

“the winter soldier is my father?! the man who trained me my whole life—and you removed that memory from him?” -you, slamming the files down on alexander pierce’s desk

“i am very disappointed in you…you’ve never failed a mission before. maybe it’s time for your attitude correction” -pierce

you were strapped down and mind-wiped but after the third time finding out and going ballistic you were still pretty lucid.

minds are harder to be broken when they come that way.

“you are my enemy. you hold me captive to do your bidding. you kidnapped my father and turned him into a weapon. you created me to be a weapon. and now, i’m going to kill you” -you

they quickly activated the winter soldier to subdue you, but you managed to drop a few bodies before you were taken down

they decided to put you on ice. permanently.

it was the mid-90s by now and with the loss of you as an asset, HYDRA decided to find new operatives

trained soliders were administered the serum and trained by the winter soldier to be better than him, but the project failed after they all turned on HYDRA

they were then put on ice like you, and stored with you in a HYDRA base in siberia

years went by and bucky was all alone, but when he saw steve again and broke from his trance, his mind started to uncloud

bucky fled to romania feeling something was missing. someone

but no matter what he did, he couldn’t figure out what was wrong. who he missed.

it kept him tossing and turning at night

and one day he risked trying to access the HYDRA files the black widow had leaked

he found his own file, and that led him to you

your picture. his kid. y/n barnes. born in 1960. put into cryostasis intermittently for testing and permanently in 1990. residing at the sibera base of operations.

he started to remember you. training you, caring for you, missing you.

fortunately or unfortunately, bucky was framed for a terrorist attack and steve tracked him down to clear him

and once it was safe to talk (after bucky was arrested and zemo activated the winter soldier and steve and sam got bucky to a safe location) bucky told steve everything

“steve. i have a kid. they need me.” -bucky

“are they like you?” -steve

“yes. they were an experiment, i trained them. HYDRA put them on ice after they broke from their programming. i found the files your friend leaked, i know where they’re keeping y/n” -bucky

“y/n? you always liked that name.” -steve

“they let me name y/n” -bucky, chuckling “i was never allowed to be a father, though. i want to be. now that im free”

“we can help with that. what can we do?” -sam

“i know where they’re keeping them. but there are more” -bucky

“more kids? jesus, man” -sam

“no, no. no more kids. other soldiers” -bucky

“super soldiers?” -steve

“after y/n failed as a winter soldier, they started a new program with an elite death squad. it didn’t work out, so they got put on ice with y/n” -bucky

and that sparked the effort to fix bucky’s image and get you back, all the while avoiding tony’s resistance

when bucky and steve finally broke through tony’s defenses, bucky felt so much relief that he’d soon see you again—regardless of the dire circumstances

he expected to fight the other winter soldiers as he arrived—and shocked to find each of them dead and zemo standing in front of you, still asleep, pointing a gun at your head through the glass

“don’t do this, zemo. what do you want?” -steve

“i want my wife and child back. you avengers are responsible for their deaths. sokovia, just a year ago. the avengers don’t care for collateral damage, why should i?” -zemo

“i want my kid back, too. that’s why im here” -bucky, looking at you

“why do you think you deserve them, winter soldier? you have caused nothing but pain and suffering to everyone you have come into contact with for decades, you are dangerous and so is this one” -zemo

tony charged him to save you

the gun went off and broke the glass of your pod, just missing you

but it ended your cryostasis and you slowly began to wake in an emergency protocol

while this happened, zemo activated the tape to distract tony—the tape of bucky killing tony’s parents

“you knew?” -tony

“i didn’t know it was him” -steve

by the time their battle concluded, you stumbled from your pod. you saw the dead soldiers stored beside you. you investigated your surroundings and there you saw it. the man with the metal arm

“dad?” -you, for the first time

“y/n…” -bucky, running to hug you

you’d never gotten a hug before. never been shown affection. barely been called by your name. you had no idea where you were or how you’d been woken up, but your dad’s arms were wrapped around you and the world stood still a moment

“i thought i’d never see you again” -bucky

“how is this possible? wait, what year is it?” -you

“2016” -steve

“i’ve been frozen 26 years?!” -you “hang on. is that captain america?”

“that’s my best friend, steve rogers” -bucky

“nice to meet you, y/n” -steve “buck, we gotta get out of here, its not safe”

t’challa, the prince of wakanda, granted you both sanctuary as bucky and you needed help acclimating to the world and undoing all that programming

you were a lot better off than him. you didn’t have trigger words because you’d been conditioned since birth—it didn’t seem necessary at the time. training in espionage helped you to act more like a normal person and not a russian super soldier. but your real issue was bonding, human connection, emotion. things that had been suppressed your whole life

you always felt connected to bucky though

bucky started from scratch with you. he told you about his childhood and his friendship with steve. his parents. trips to the fair. enlisting in the army. bad dates. good dates. what he wanted in life. his plans for you even though you didn’t come into his life the way he planned it

you were physically in your late teens at this point but chronologically you were in your late fifties. there were a lot of jokes made about it.

you definitely could make light of your situation, even if you missed out on pretty much every single normal thing imaginable

t’challa gifted a stuffed animal “from your home” to give to you

“it says ‘i heart new york,’ i thought it would be a nice gesture” -t’challa

“thank you, t’challa. i really hope y/n likes it” -bucky

“for someone with a background like that, they seem to be very well adjusted. i know it’s new being a father, but you are doing great” -t’challa

“that…means a lot. i really thought i was doing something wrong” -bucky

“do not doubt yourself, my friend. now go, you’re depriving your child of a teddy bear” -t’challa

bucky was beaming when he found you to give you this stuffed bear. and for the first time since you two finally became a family, you cried.

“thank you. it’s…it’s really cute. i love it” -you, beginning to sob like a switch inside you just flipped

“hey, hey, what’s wrong? why are you crying” -bucky

“i don’t know” -you

“it’s okay. i get it. it’s weird being a person again—your own person” -bucky

“i was never my own person though. i was always HYDRA’s” -you

“you’re right. i’m sorry. they never let you be a kid” -bucky

“i’m sorry for stabbing you when i was a kid” -you “i wouldn’t have done that if i knew you were my dad”

“it’s okay, i cherished the scar. it was sort of like a gift?” -bucky, chuckling

“don’t be weird. i stabbed you” -you

“and i trained you to stab me. that means you were doing well” -bucky

“you were holding back. now i know why” -you, staring at the teddy bear “are you sure you want to be a father to me? i’m sure i’m not ideal”

“of course i do. i don’t care how it happened. you are mine and i will always be here for you.” -bucky

“promise?” -you

“i promise, y/n. from the moment they let me hold you, i knew i would do whatever it took to keep you safe. and fifty years later, we’re finally free” -bucky

wakanda was nice. quiet where you guys settled. they did their work to help bucky, and shuri actually made an effort to help you feel “normal” and “modern”

“i picked some clothes out for you. they’re very american, but i tried to pick a style i think would suit you. none of that leather shit you wore when you were on missions. this is much more comfortable” -shuri “i also picked out some movies i think you and your father would like. well, some i wouldn’t watch with my dad, i put them in a separate pile”

that’s how movie nights started

“you know, when i was a kid we could only watch movies in theaters. and all the movies were in black and white. some were even silent” -bucky

“i get it, dad. you’re ancient” -you, exaggeratingly rolling your eyes

“hey, you’re even rolling your eyes like a normal kid. that’s what i call progress” -bucky

shuri snuck “the wizard of oz” into the stack, which got bucky super excited

“oh! this is the last movie i saw before i went overseas. we need to watch this one” -bucky

he hummed to the music and you couldn’t help but smile. especially when he started to mumble the words to “somewhere over the rainbow”

it made you jealous of the fact you were never a kid with a dad tucking you in at night and singing you to sleep

but you just smiled and kept your mouth shut, letting bucky enjoy his old memories and make new ones with you

shuri knew what she was doing with these movies for sure.

she gave you some music to listen to and shows to watch and taught you how to use social media to catch up on the times. basically anything to keep you busy while they worked on bucky.

and one day they said his trigger words and he was perfectly fine. no more winter soldier.

you cried with him

this was it. nothing more hanging over your heads. this was freedom in its purest form.

“we can finally build a life, y/n. what would you want to do first?” -bucky

“i honestly wouldn’t know where to start” -you

as badly as you were ready to have your dad for good, start a normal life in new york like he wanted, things weren’t so simple. he was a wanted fugitive and you were a ghost.

and then thanos happened

you protected wakanda as best as you could, but you failed

“dad? no! dad, i can’t lose you again!” -you as bucky dusted away

you were alone again

separated. torn apart. ruined. agonized. bucky was gone and you were alive and after all that work you were alone again.

steve sought to it that you were taken care of

and steve you knew. you knew him from stories. bucky was friends with him since they were kids. they fought in the war together. steve saved bucky and saved you.

“y/n. come to new york with me. i want to be there for you” -steve

you agreed, and for a short period of time you thought you could bring him back

but by the time you found thanos you knew it was over

steve tried to get you to stay with him, but you needed more than that

so he gave his blessing to nat to make you an avenger. train you to use what you were made for to be good and fight to keep the world safe.

“i’m doing this on the condition that you balance your life out. now that you live in new york, i’m here for you. i grew up with your dad, i know what he always wanted for his kid and i want to give that to you since he can’t” -steve

“you want to replace him?” -you

“absolutely not, y/n. i want to fulfill his wishes. i loved bucky, he was the only family i had growing up. now i want to be yours” -steve

you accepted steve’s effort, you accepted him as family. you listened to him, went to him for advice, made a name for yourself as an avenger, made memories with your chosen family

steve took you to dinner once a week to catch up, even if you guys weren’t feeling up to it he kept you in a routine

“what kind of food do you want to try tonight?” -steve

“i haven’t tried chinese food yet” -you

“oh, my god. why did i wait so long to get you chinese food. there’s so many things to choose from, you’ll love it” -steve “i remember when i was introduced to chinese food. best day ever.”

he always tried to make you feel better when you were down

“you know your dad shot me once when he was the winter soldier?” -nat, showing you her scar

“you know i stabbed him during training when i was a kid?” -you

steve told you the story about bucky blowing $50 trying to win a prize at a fair for a girl he just met

“he had the name ‘y/n’ picked since we were young, you know?” -steve

it was incredible that there was still someone alive from his past. what were the odds?

steve made you feel closer to him

as the world slowly healed, so did you

you trained with nat a lot and she always noticed which moves you taught yourself and which ones bucky taught you

and now she was teaching you black widow moves!

you slept with the bear bucky gave you in wakanda every night

you aimed to make him proud of you every waking moment

“i miss him” -you “why doesn’t anything ever work out?”

“i wish i had an answer for you, kiddo” -steve

you hadn’t seen tony stark since thanos died. and he wasn’t your biggest fan having been the son of a couple your father happened to murder.

but when scott lang, someone believed to have been a victim of thanos, appeared at the avengers compound, you didn’t have much a choice

tony gave you a weird look when you got to his house. you understood. but after shutting down nat, steve, and scott, he gave you a hug?

“i don’t hate you. i know that’s what you’re thinking. you’re a good kid and i’m glad you found your place in the world. i’m sorry for the hand you were dealt” -tony

you were stunned.

“before you ask me why i’m saying all of this—being a father changes you. weird, huh? i remember the day we found you in that pod. and i almost killed your dad for killing mine. but water under the bridge. i’m glad you guys got the chance to be a family, even if it was only brief” -tony

nat pulled you back to the car while you were tearing up. you got your hopes up. tony’s heart to heart made you even more emotional. and hey, nat had been teaching you to feel your emotions the way she was taught to when she was freed from the red room—now they were your biggest weakness

“tony meant well, y/n. he didn’t mean to upset you” -steve

“no, i know. i just wasn’t expecting him to be nice is all. it meant a lot. and i’m a little disappointed he didn’t help, but i get it. it was a big ask” -you

the way cassie reunited with scott when he came back, that’s what scott was thinking about. he wished you could have that with your dad. its a dad thing. scott was crying too. you were a bit confused by that.

“sorry. i just—im a little sensitive. please just ignore me” -scott

“i’m trying but you are ugly crying” -you

scott gave you a very tight hug. very fatherly.

“remember i’m a trained assassin” -you

“trained assassins still need hugs” -scott

“he’s right” -nat

all hope seemed lost

but a curious tony brainstormed a bit and ended up discovering the key to time travel and…the mission was a-go

you went to new york 2012 to get the infinity stones back. stuck with steve. you’d heard stories of this battle from steve and nat, it was entirely different to see it in person.

you didn’t have much to say here. the mission didn’t go as planned and you weren’t so connected to this event that it’d be significant. you panicked as everything went to shit.

“we have one more shot. but y/n, you can’t come with us” -tony

“what?! why not. we’re in this together!” -you

“he’s right, y/n. it wouldn’t be right” -steve

“where the hell are you going? why is this such a big deal?” -you

“SHIELD. 1970. they didn’t know HYDRA had infiltrated them and we cant risk you changing history” -tony

“you’re barring me from the most important mission of my life because you think im going to mess up the timeline?!” -you

“yep!” -tony, hitting the button on your arm to send you back to the present “what? it was good timing. wasn’t like y/n was gonna do it themself”

“it was a little harsh” -steve

“hey, i’m raising a kid of my own now. sometimes you gotta be stern” -tony

“yeah, it’s different when they’re in their 20’s and had no autonomy for fifty years” -steve

“what a dilemma…they’ll get over it” -tony

you spawned back at the avengers compound present day with the rest of them

“dick move, tony!” -you, lunging forward

“hey, hey, it’s over now, we did what we needed, everything is fine. take a breath” -steve, intercepting

then clint dropped to his knees

“where’s nat?”

your stomach dropped. she’s gone. another person lost to you.

you could have given up right there, you’d lost that last bit of willpower

but steve wouldn’t let you

scott was actually the one to try to comfort you while the rest of the crew mourned. you felt bad, you didn’t know her as long as everyone else

“hey, i know i haven’t known you that long, but i know you’ve known natasha for the past five years. just because you don’t go all the way back to 2012 with these people doesn’t mean you cant have feelings about it. she was your family too” -scott

“you know, your daughter is lucky to have a dad like you” -you

“i’ll have you know, i was a real idiot for a really long time. i got arrested when she was a kid, didnt see her for years, fought to get custody, saved her from an evil guy in a yellowjacket suit, went to germany to go fight with cap and your dad, went on the run, got arrested again, went under house arrest, and then got stuck in the quantum realm for five years. sometimes you just have to roll with the punches, okay? progress isn’t linear and life is rarely fair” -scott

“how’s your daughter?” -you

“really good. older. that part sucks. and when your dad sees you again—and he will—yours gonna be older too and he’s gonna look at you with so much pride, im sure of it. wanna know why? because you saved the day” -scott

steve finally found you and apologized for not comforting you sooner

“it’s okay, scott kept me company” -you

“uncle scott” -scott

“don’t push it” -you

“we’re ready” -steve

bruce did the honors and snapped the population back. and then past thanos showed up.

now it was time to fight

winning came at a cost—another life lost

you saw your dad again. felt whole again.

he grabbed you by the face

“you’re getting old” -bucky

“please, with these genes i’ll look like this forever” -you

you hugged him tight and for a second time in your life, the world stopped spinning

now was time for damage control

you gave steve a big hug and a “good luck”

“love you, kiddo” -steve

“what’s that thing dad says? ‘dont do anything stupid til i get back?’” -you

“you told them that?!” -bucky

“oh, he told me sooo much” -you

“hey, what can i say? i never listen” -steve

and then steve vanished. and panic ensued when he didn’t come back—until they noticed the old man on the bench

“why?” -you

“you guys don’t need me anymore. you have each other” -steve

“i’ll always need you, steve. you’re family” -you

you wanted to stop losing people. but at least this time it felt okay

“what now, dad?” -you, tears in your eyes

“well, what did i miss this time?” -bucky

taglist: @locke-writes // @captainshazamerica // @summersimmerus // @prettysbliss // @simp-legend // @wild-rose-35 // @nekoannie-chan // @beth-gallagher22 // @sk1bidi-n1k0-e4ts-people // @deanzboyfriend // @mr-mxyzptlk-1940 // @lenaelleu //

[f4xy]

my headcanons on sg s2 gals

just what i think they'll do in general, imma leave this chronologically too

044 (Seo Nyeo)

An astrological asshole at best.

She's Mi Nyeo level unhinged that can predict shit on other people, with the harshest truths too because she's super brash and is incredibly self-serving.

Nobody likes her, to where if there's a marble game in season 2 you bet her ass is gonna get dragged out too.

basically that one kid everyone warned you about and you know EXACTLY why

095 (Young-Mi)

She just wants to be left alone with Hyun-Ju honestly

just genuinely wholesome despite her traumas

Has permanent financial trauma after she got out, in a way she wants to restart her life and go from there

Will cook with Geum-Ja dinner for all :D except not even she knows if she's a good cook or not

120 (Hyun Ju)

Yes she fucking carried the whole show, yes she does not fuck around with guns

Reality is she just wants to be accepted and be left alone with that one ounce of validation to hold on, even if it's just Young-Mi giving her that

Bet she knows some gals in Thailand too via the internet and find solace in them, as much solace as she finds with her friends irl

149 (Geum Ja)

Great mom, but justifies her son way too much

Nobody can shit on her son BUT her

Very accepting somehow

Your classic asian grandma who happens to know every known korean recipe, but budgeted

196 (Kang Mi-Na)

she probably follows the whole floptropica shit on tiktok

probably was a tiktok livestreamer who failed, definitely pro-crypto

look if it aint that wasp's fault, you bet your ass she's gonna unseriously survive very long too

basically female thanos but instead of random raps you get like random yassified words

222 (Jun Hee)

When she gets out, she's straight up gonna file for a restraining order against Myung-Gi while getting her pregnancy stuff done

Does not care to whatever happened to Myung-Gi, they're so DONE.

Due to him she's probably incredibly anti-crypto as well.

Might get someone from her team (most likely Dae-Ho) to be her nanny since it's going to be overwhelming for her to handle literally everything, especially with the baby

380 (Se-Mi)

she is manipulative yet playful, but not in a way where she would lead one to be injured on purpose

lives in the present

makes too much edgy jokes based on her situation, one'll feel awkward for laughing

probably avidly smokes and drinks outside of the events

Guard 011 (No-Eul)

Just stressed the fuck out. She's only living for her newborn to be still alive at this point. Only then we'll see her smile.

fucking hates every single job she had in the past

needs about at least 3 therapists because she's that broken

Definitely secretly and slightly ripped. May not take out an entire gang kind tho

[666anxiety666]

sup dude, saw your post and i saw you‘re also in the roblox pressure fandom

how abouuuuuut you maybe write a (platonic!!!!) tickle fic between Sebastian and reader?

y‘know the flash bang gun? or maybe when you keep going back and forth through his shop, he gets mad? yeah, maybe write about the reader just annoying him too much

or headcanons about Sebastian

up to ya!

YES! I JUST ADDED THAT TO MY LIST! 💙 I'll also probably do headcanons at some point! 🙏

Don't. Do that. Again.

Sebastian x gender neutral reader

LEE: Y/n LER: Sebastian

Warnings: none :)

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You jumped into the locker quickly, just seconds before angler pasted you. You sigh shakily, quickly jump out of the locker. Already feeling the panic of being inside for too long, starting to set in.

You stumbled along the rest of the room, opening the door to room 50. You didn't even bother to check the drawers as you walked. Determined as ever to get this nightmare of a trip over and done with.

Suddenly, a vent bursts open. You jumped back, ready to defend yourself if needed.

"Psst! In here!"

A voice is heard coming from inside. You sighed. You know the drill by now. You crawl inside, only to be met by the one and only Sebastian.

"Ah! The one who can't seem to keep their coffin shut, huh?"

Sebastian said in an almost mocking tone. You roll your eyes. Already looking around the shop for supplies. You had barely picked up anything from the last 50 rooms. Only having a code breacher and a shitty and crank flashlight on your person.

"Jeez Y/n, you look rough."

Sebastian said mockingly. But he was right. You looked down at the contents on Sebastian's tail, instantly grabbing the medkit.

"I didn't think you'd be this bad still. I mean, you've died what? 40 times now?"

Sebastian commented with a grin. You looked up at him. Rolling your eyes once again as you feel the medkit started to take effect. You were already getting sick of him. It would take a while for you to be somewhat okay to head back out there. That means being stuck in here with *him* while you waited. great.

You sat down on a box, kicking your legs absentmindedly as you looked at the floor. Sebastian didn't say anything else, much to your relief. He just sighed, going through files and data.

You sighed as well, already bored as hell. You look around the shop. Glancing at the raido, the batteries on the table. But then, you spot a flash beacon on a shelf. Despite doing this over and over, you never really picked up one of these on any runs.

You fiddled around with it. Examining it from top to bottom. It still had batteries in it. You sighed again. just as you thought. It was useless. You were about to place it back on the shelve. When you dropped it. The flash beacon fell to the floor, landing in its side facing Sebastian, and it went off.

The room lit up. Sebastian's eyes widened before he quickly covered them, dropping the files he was looking at. You felt your heart drop right to your stomach.

Sebastian uncovered his eyes. Growling as he reached out and grabbed you. His massive hand wrapped right around you, trapping your arms at your sides. Your breathing started getting heavier as Sebastian leaned in closer with a growl.

"Don't. Do that. Again."

Sebastian snarled. You squeezed your eyes shut. Expecting to be thrown to the floor or even killed. It was an accident. You didn't mean for the beacon to go off! You waited, and waited, but nothing came. You slowly but hesitantly opened your eyes. You were still trapped in Sebastian's grip. But now Sebastian was chuckling.

"Jeez, you should have seen your face!"

He cackled. You blinked a few times. Still a little shaken up. Sebastian looked back down at you, still keeping you in his grasp.

"Oh, come on, buddy. *Lighten* up a little...~"

Sebastian teased. That was definitely meant to be a pun. Sebastian squeezed you lightly as he spoke. However, one of his claws dug into your side as he did so.

You jumped slightly. Your breath hitching as you let out a small noise, almost like a squeak. Trying to hold back any laughter that bubbled in your throat.

Sebastian paused for a moment. He blinked, a little worry seeping in, thinking that he had hurt You. But when he saw the look on your face. He grinned. Oh no...

"Oh... I see now..."

Sebastian chuckled, showing off his sharp teeth. He didn't even give you time to react or process before he reached out with his other clawed hand. Instantly digging into your side.

You sqeaked. Wriggling in his grasp as you giggled. Sebastian grinned his clawed hand, squeezing and raking up and down your side.

"What? Do you think I can let you go after flashing that thing at me like that? Not a chance, buddy~"

Sebastian grinned. You could already feel the heat rising to your cheeks. But you could deal with this. It's not like it could get any worse-

Sebastian moved his clawed hand to your tummy, raking his claws along it. You squealed louder, now kicking your legs desperately. It got so much worse!

"Jeez, you're so squirmy..."

Sebastian chuckled. He reached his third hand out. Squeezing just above your knee. Your squeals and giggles only got more high-pitched as it felt like little tickly electric shocks ran through your body.

"So squeaky too... what an odd place to be ticklish..."

Sebastian commented slyly. Keeping at the squeezing on your knee, the hand on your tummy now poking your belly button. Your face was bright red by this point. You didn't know if it was the tickles or the teasing that caused it. But right now, you didn't care as you squirmed and kicked. Your high-pitched giggles filling the shop.

His clawed hand moved down from your tummy to where your sides and hips met. Your eyes widened as he dug his clawed hand right in there. You squealed louder. Kicking your legs harder. You could feel the ends of your ears turning pink.

"What's wrong, squeaky? Does it tickle?~"

Sebastian teased grumbly. His voice getting lower at the end of his sentence. Your face burned red as you tried to squirm and kick. But he still had his hand on your damn knee, squeezing it everytime you kicked. You shook your head, the only thing you could really move. Sebastian smirked.

"No? Hm... well then..."

Sebastian pretended to think for a moment. His eyes lighting up with an idea. You didn't even have time to ask questions or speak before he leaned down, blowing a massive raspberry right on your tummy.

Your eyes widened as you burst into a fit of belly laughter. You struggled, trying to pull your arms out of his grasp to push his head away, but it was no use. Sebastian grinned against your tummy, blowing another raspberry.

It felt like it went on forever. You kicking and squealing. Your laughter filling the shop, Sebastian teasing you to know end. However, you started getting restless, and Sebastian decided he'd give *some* mercy and finally stopped. Leaving you panting and still giggling in his grasp. Sebastian chuckled down at you.

"There, there... that should teach you not to touch things you dont know..."

Sebastian smirked. Yet he didn't put you down, yet freed your arms. You looked up at Sebastian as you caught your breath, still giggling slightly as you half-heartedly glared at him. Sebastian chuckled. A little more fondly, patting your head.

"Your good, right?"

Sebastian asked. He tried to hide the concern in his voice but failed miserablely. You smiled slightly, nodding your head. Sebastian smiled a little too, averting his gaze from yours.

"Good..."

He paused.

"You'll still need to heal up though. You can stay in here and rest while you wait, or whatever..."

Sebastian mumbled. Moving you onto the floor, wrapping his massive tail around you gently. You blinked. He didn't meet your gaze. He looked almost embarrassed at his own actions.

"Just shut up and sleep or something..."

Sebastian grumbled. Picking up more files to distract himself. You smiled slightly, resting you back against his tail. You yawn, only now realising how tired you actually are. You looked up at Sebastian one more time as you got comfortable. Maybe Sebastian wasn't as bad as you thought. You looked up at him one final time before closing your eyes.

"Thanks, Sebastian..."

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DONE! I loved writing this! Definitely got me back into things! Also, it feels a little refreshing to take a break from writing about the mandela catalogue as much as I love it. 😅

[familylightfox]

With my current style change, it felt only right to give Volt a new reference sheet. Including all the bits I did in the first. Feet detail, hand details, his Black Arms Mark, and the fact that his claws are retractable (he finally figured that out).

Right side is his usual attire. The belt, the greaves, his shoes, and of course his lock. Left side is how he looks without any of it. He’s not ashamed of his body and knows he looks good, so he will often show it off.

I’m proud of this.

[spitefulsatanfics]

❝ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥 ❞

headcanons + novella-styled drabbles of how they first met you by little devil 🥀

pairing: Dean, Sam, and Castiel x She/Her Hunter!Reader setting: canonverse Supernatural; pre-established team-free Y/N tone: meet-cutes, tension, banter, sparks — then comfort, warmth, and instant click rating: PG-13 for knifeplay (the monster kind… probably) structure: headcanon per boy + a full detailed drabble to go with it

🥃 Dean Winchester x Hunter!Y/N

First Time Meeting

You met Dean mid-case. Literally ran into him while chasing the same shapeshifter through a sewer tunnel in Nashville. One minute you’re tracking blood, the next there’s a flashlight beam and a gun in your face.

Dean immediately clocked the blade in your hand, your wild eyes, and the way you didn’t back down even a little. That was it. Game over. He was toast.

What sealed the deal? You insulted his car before knowing it was his. He didn’t even get mad—just grinned like he’d been struck by lightning.

“Is That a Butter Knife or Are You Just Happy to See Me?”

You burst through the rusted sewer grate like a bat out of hell, knife in hand, adrenaline kicking your heart into overdrive. The shapeshifter had gone left. You were sure of it. You could smell blood, hear the echoes of wet footsteps—

“Freeze!”

You skidded, boots nearly slipping on wet concrete, to find yourself eye-to-eye with a stranger holding a pearl-handled Colt, arms steady, green eyes sharp.

You didn’t flinch.

“Either shoot or move, cowboy,” you panted. “It’s heading west.”

Dean blinked. Once. Twice. Then he dropped his gun slightly, eyes scanning your gear, your sweat-slick face, your lack of fear.

“Well damn,” he muttered. “You always crash through storm drains like you’re on fire, or is today special?”

You didn’t have time for cute, but still—something about him tugged at you. That lopsided grin. The confidence. The way he didn’t underestimate you.

“Depends. You always point guns at women in alleys, or am I just lucky?”

He gave a short laugh, following you when you took off again.

“You know,” he called behind you, “I usually like dinner first.”

“Kill the shifter,” you called back, “and I’ll consider coffee.”

You didn’t even see him smile, but you could feel it in the way he fell into step beside you like he’d been there your whole life.

📚 Sam Winchester x Hunter!Y/N

First Time Meeting

You met Sam at a dusty old hunter’s library hidden under a Baptist church in Indiana. Both of you reached for the same cursed object case file, and your fingers brushed. Classic.

Sam was immediately intrigued by your sharp intellect and the way you mumbled lore to yourself like a language only you understood. You had annotations in your notebook that matched his word for word.

He started asking you questions. You started finishing his sentences.

He left that library with two things: a solid plan to kill a revenant, and the terrifying realization that he might actually believe in love at first footnote.

“So You Read Latin for Fun?”

Sam looked up from the crumbling leather-bound grimoire in his hands, startled when your voice cut through the silence.

“You’re in the wrong section,” you said, one brow raised, pointing to the shelf he was currently scouring. “That sigil’s Enochian, not Latin.”

His lips quirked. “You speak Enochian?”

You shrugged, setting your own pile of books on the table. “I dabble. Helps when dealing with angels, or exorcisms. Or whatever the hell happened in Denver last week.”

That caught his attention.

“You were in Denver?” Sam asked, stepping forward.

“I was the one who burned the bones,” you said, reaching for a journal. “You left behind your EMF reader.”

He blinked. “You’re that Y/N?”

You looked up slowly, something teasing in your eyes.

“And you’re that Sam? The guy who reverse-engineered a banshee’s call using sound waves?”

You said it like it was either the nerdiest or hottest thing you’d ever heard. Maybe both.

Sam flushed, ears pink. “Guilty.”

You tapped your fingers on the wood and grinned.

“Well, Sammy, looks like we’ve got more in common than curses and Latin.”

👼 Castiel x Hunter!Y/N

First Time Meeting

You met Castiel after getting tossed through a diner window during a case gone sideways. The angel appeared mid-air, caught you with those trench-coated arms like some kind of divine superhero, and said—

“You were falling.”

It was so literal and weird that you laughed through the blood on your lips.

He tilted his head, confused but captivated. You didn’t scream or run. You smiled. That was new for him.

You asked his name. He offered healing.

You offered pie. He accepted.

“You Were Falling”

Glass shattered. Screams echoed. Your body flailed mid-air, the taste of copper hot in your mouth as the world flipped sideways.

Then—

Arms. Warm, solid, inhumanly strong arms catching you as though the laws of gravity had been rewritten just for you.

You blinked up into an impossibly blue gaze. Confused. Calm. Steady.

“You were falling,” the man—no, angel—said. Not like a joke. Not like a pick-up line. Just… a fact.

You coughed. “And you caught me.”

“I did.”

There was something odd about him. Something still. But you could tell one thing: this guy didn’t show up for just anyone.

“You always crash angel-style through diners?” you asked, trying not to wince as you sat up.

He tilted his head. “Only when necessary.”

You chuckled. “Name?”

“Castiel.”

You stared for a moment, memorizing the way he said it like it was carved from ancient stone.

“I’m Y/N,” you offered, shaking his hand like you hadn’t just flown through glass. “Thanks for catching me.”

“Thank you for smiling,” he replied softly. “Most people scream.”

You weren’t sure what he meant. But you knew one thing:

The fall had stopped. But something else had just begun.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯...

Love at first hunt. 💘🔫👼📚

[thereweredragonshere]

what headcanons do you have for the riders in a modern au?

Sorry if some of these are a little basic lmao I don't think about modern aus all that much.

They all live in Britain. Sue me. I want some dragons over this side of the atlantic.

Hiccup -

Does digital art

Plays minecraft religiously and can do red stone better than he can do maths

has failed exams due to his pretty much illegible hand writing despite answers being mostly correct

Listens to exclusively 80s/90s music

Lives in a flat above a pub that his dad owns called 'Berk' aka 'Berk's bar' (Which is a whole au that i have and is where i got the name for my discord server from lmao. But these headcanons aren't all specifically from that au. Just general ones.)

Gets bullied quite bad at school. He's taken days off because of it before.

Class presentations are his worst nightmare. Can never get his words out during them and gets very freaked out.

Astrid -

Plays Rugby, Football, does boxing, really name any contact sport and she's probably tried it at some point. Her favourite lesson is P.E. (Physical education/gym class) and she will riot if it gets cancelled for some reason.

'Difficult' student. She struggles with anger management and schools are shit at helping kids with that, so she gets labelled as a problem child cuz she always chats back and gets sent out of classrooms.

Despite being a 'problem' child, she still gets all the shit that needs doing done.

Never shows up to school assemblies. She usually just goes and finds a staircase to sit on.

Divorced parents. She bounces between houses quite a lot.

Spends most of her free time at the gym. Buffstrid canon in modern times too people!!

Snotlout -

Got massively bullied in year 7 and like half way through year 8 he switched the fuck up and became a fucking menace. Bro was NOT playing.

Rides horses. Hookfang is a horse.

Is lowkey fucking amazing at maths but he's scared to put effort into it cuz he thinks he'll get made fun of.

When him and Astrid become friends they actually bond over being the 'problem' kids. Though Astrid is a bit more than Snotlout.

Constantly in corner shops. He loves buying overpriced american sweets.

Fishlegs -

Actually very rarely gets bullied cuz no one knows who the fuck he is (Until the gang all become friends, then people DEFINIATELY know who they all are.)

Loves the three sciences. Even physics. He actively enjoys doing physics.

Kinda not really a teacher's pet. He won't tell on you but he certainly won't partake in whatever it is you're doing on your phone in the middle of a very important english lesson.

Loves shakepeare.

Him and Snotlout (When the gang all become friends) set up one of those stupid cliche 'pay me and I'll do your homework' things in the boys toilets at school. Snotlout did the discreate advertising and Fishlegs did the homework. They split profits 50/50 and they both found it so funny that it actually worked. And then they got busted by the head teacher and that's the first time fishlegs ever got detention.

Ruffnut -

Local school fact file. She can tell you every single detail about the place. Wanna know when that one piece of gum you just accidentally touched was stuck to the table? She'll fucking know.

Giver her £10 and she will eat literally anything.

Actually CAN'T get bullied cuz she just doesn't give a fuck

Very good at english/languages

Has never done homework a day in her life. Never will.

Brings random live animals into school every now and again. Much to the genuine delight of Hiccup.

Drives her parents' car somewhat regularly, despite not being old enough and not having a licence.

Tuffnut -

Can tell you the translation of ANY word into French. This guy is a MACHINE in French lessons.

brings full sized nerf water guns into school.

Chicken is canon. Ruff and Tuff share their bedroom with Chicken.

Never ever sits normally. Always swinging on his chair or sitting cross legged.

Chronic beanie wearer

[thelittlebluedruid]

I headcanon that Stanley and Xeno are from Texas. As someone who has lived in Texas for 11 years, here are my reasons:

Xeno's workplace is the Johnson Space Center in Houston, out of all of the NASA facilities in America

Making your kid's middle name a Texas city is 100% something I can see native Texans doing

In Stanley's knight file, it says that he threw, or shot, depending on which version, a football outside a stadium, and there was a huge bet on it that was possibly school wide? Which SCREAMS Texas high school to me

Guns. The two's whole like schtick is guns, which is very Texas of them

They're at least lovers, you can't convince me otherwise, and Texas is very anti gay, especially the more south you go (remember Texas is massive)

Note: these are just MY thoughts on it, and maybe I'm biased. But living in Texas for 11 years of my 25 years on this earth gives me some footing, right?

[lagomorphique]

Mouthwashing and Capitalism - Analysis

this did unexpectedly well on twt so I'm gonna force people on tumblr to endure my takes as well for posterity (plus i can speculate and elaborate a bit more on here without the character limit). disclaimer that this includes untagged spoilers for both the game itself + the how fish is made dlc. I also refer to some of the meta facts from the dev qnas and to the demo version of curly's psych evaluation. Most of this is gonna be under a readmore and I'll elaborate a bit more on each character in reblogs

firstly, let's state the obvious - the working conditions enforced by pony express are atrocious. "do not indulge in over 5 hours of rest, including leisure time. sleeping over the allowed budget will result in disciplinary action."

Compare this to irl guidelines for pilots. Neither Curly or Jimmy are getting anything close to the required amount of rest for such a demanding job. This edges more into headcanon/speculation territory, but I've been trying to figure out how their shift patterns are supposed to work. I'd imagine that both of them don't always need to be on duty at the same time, so their shift patterns are probably more variable than everybody's else's. At the same time, we see them both on shift at the same time multiple times during the game and Curly is the only one with clearance to make certain extremely important navigation decisions (like turning off the autopilot). The tldr is that the crew is extremely overworked and running on dangerously little sleep for extended periods of time. It's enough to make anyone go crazy.

Next, the company routinely engages in collective punishment, as seen in the below screenshots. This is particularly important because I think it directly informs a lot of Curly's decisions in particular, especially with how he reassures Anya that her stealing the gun case will not go on the performance log. Given her precarious financial situation, she literally cannot afford to have her pay docked. I don't think he has any nefarious intentions here about covering up what's happened.

I think it's really interesting that each of the employee ID cards have an EMV chip. This would imply that they also function as payment cards. Perhaps they also have to pay for the food on board. It is possible that the 'credits' they are paid in are not even money per se, but rather a sort of company currency. Company currencies, or 'scrips,' have historically been used to exploit workers by making them solely dependent on company stores and products, enforcing loyalty.

Corporate communicates with Curly using something that looks no more sophisticated than a fax machine. It it also not clear whether this communication channel even goes both ways, which calls into question whether it would have even been possible to send out a distress signal in the event of an emergency (or, for example, a HR report needing to be filed).

The ship is not equipped for 5 people. It's notable here that Curly says "bigger" here, implying he /did/ raise this as a safety issue with corporate, but was shot down.

It's a plot point that there were only 4 cryopods, which meant that one person would always have been left out in the event of an emergency, even if they were all functioning.

I also wonder if this affects the rations available to the crew during the trip. I highly doubt that Pony Express bothered to provide extra food and other essentials to provide for an extra person, which means that the crew are probably dividing rations meant for four people amongst five.

[pawcider]

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿ mello x reader headcanons pt 2 ( some domestic!mello ) ‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

a bit suggestive ?? fluff mostly . . . gosh domestic!mello the things that u do to me. tags: @peaktora 💞

  𓏵 he cooks shirtless. not only for you—he also just hates grease on his clothes. bites into a piece of food and feeds you the next bite off his fingers, still licking his own. “here. taste.” you do. his eyes stay on your mouth.

  𓏵 doesn’t cuddle, but sleeps on you. head buried in your stomach, hand wrapped around your thigh. if you try to move, you get a warning groan, half-asleep: “don’t. i’m comfortable.”

  𓏵 watches you get ready every. single. morning. not touching, not speaking—just leaning in the doorframe, arms crossed, chewing his bottom lip. you look over your shoulder and raise an eyebrow. he doesn’t flinch. “keep going.”

  𓏵 won’t help fold laundry but gets handsy when you do. runs his fingers up your legs while you’re trying to stack shirts. pulls you back against him, murmurs into your neck. “we don’t need clothes anyway.”

  𓏵 walks past you in the hallway and swats your ass like it’s a reflex. never even looks back, it’s just another switchblade on his belt.

  𓏵 locks the door when you shower but doesn’t tell you. just leans back on the bed and listens. steam, water, skin. if you call for him? he’ll pretend to ignore it—until he walks in, towel already in hand, face unreadable. "need something or you just want attention?"

  𓏵 doesn’t “ask” for space. just grabs your thigh and pulls your leg over his lap while he scowls at case files, eyebrows raised and nose slightly scrunched in concentration. still has the gun on the table. but you're right there, always against him.

  𓏵 always opens jars for you, even if you didn’t ask. just sees you look at one too long, and it’s already in his hand. cracks it open like it offended him. places it back down silently, smirking. doesn’t even say “you’re welcome.” just expects the look you give him.

  𓏵 you sleep in his shirts, and your favourite lace. he sleeps in nothing but sweats. and, he's shirtless at home. always. walks around with his cross chain against bare skin and low-slung joggers, eating chocolate straight out the foil. you try not to stare. fail.

  𓏵 quiet physical touch. his palm on your thigh under the table. his fingers looped lazily into your waistband as you do dishes. chin on your shoulder, breath warm against your neck as he watches you cook like he’s thinking about more than dinner.

[ammodup]

hiii!! this might be a stupid question, but do you have any headcanons on how andre + cal would act online? like would they have their own webpages, and how they would chat and stuff like that :p

also, i love your writing so much <3

Hii!! :3 That’s not a stupid question at all !! And TYSMM IM SO GLAD :D <33 These were fun to make, I hope you like these!

Andre and Cal Online Headcanons,,

Andre’s username on his favorite social/chatting websites is @ak47_0717, while Cal’s is @gunslinger83. The reasoning behind their usernames, first of all, is that Andre’s initials are AK. Because of his unsettling interest in firearms, he’s bound to be interested in one of the most popular guns in the world— the AK-47. He likes having his initials similar to the “AK” in AK-47. The four numbers at the end of his username are his birthday. Cal’s username is pretty self-explanatory; he calls himself a gunslinger, and the ‘83’ at the end of his username is the year he was born.

Andre and Cal talk to each other on AOL, which was one of the most popular online services for internet users at the time. They also chat on MSN Messenger, and they used to communicate on ISQ, which was more popular in their middle school years and early high school years— the late 90s.

With Blogger having been established in 1999, Andre and Calvin created accounts. They follow gun blogs and blogs dedicated to books, movies, and bands they like. Also, Andre follows— although he doesn’t really interact with— the Iroquois Track Team and Science Club blog pages. Cal follows the school band’s page. Despite following different blogs, they don’t really post much on Blogger; they like to stay relatively quiet and unnoticed. Andre does leave hate comments on posts from people he doesn’t like. Since anonymity wasn’t as robust as it would come to be in the mid 2000s— the years following Cal and Andre’s deaths— he made an alt account with a fake name for the sole purpose of hating on the Iroquois Wrestling Team blog page… for obvious reasons having to do with Brad Huff. He also leaves hate comments on Rachel’s posts. Cal mentions this mysterious user to Andre sometimes, mentioning how Rachel talks about how this unknown person on the internet criticizes her posts. Andre plays dumb and acts uninterested, yet he listens intently, replying with soft “Mhm”s, as well as a “Damn, that sucks”. He doesn’t want Cal growing suspicious.

They play girls’ flash games both for the hell of it and for the irony. They get relatively entertained from these online dress-up, salon, and cooking games, with Cal being aware these games are aimed at girls. He intentionally makes his character look ugly and goes into hysterical laughter over it— he absolutely laughs at the stupidest shit. However, Andre actually tries and is surprisingly concentrated on the game, face frozen with stoicism and focus. Andre would never admit it, but with his family having a cat, Mel, he finds pet care flash games to be genuinely fun.

Andre and Cal illegally download music and share it with each other by Napster or by email. They’ve sacrificed their computers for the sake of copying a System of a Down song onto their files for free, instead of physically buying the CD. In 1998, when Andre was still a freshman in high school, he ended up getting the CIH virus (Chernobyl virus) which practically wrecked his software and ruined his computer. Whole Calvin teased him for getting such a destructive virus on his computer, he ended up informing his parents. He’d told them that Andre needed a new computer, and he suggested that they pitch in to help Andre’s parents buy him a new computer for his 16th birthday in the summer. Because for the time being, Andre would have to use Cal’s.

Andre and Cal share similar humor in most areas. And since internet memes were beginning to rise in popularity, the two boys send or email each other dark humor memes and chuckle at them.

If they were alive in 2003, they would have used 4chan !!

Andre uses all types of different acronyms when chatting, such as but not limited to “ROFL”, “LOL”, “LMFAO”, “BRB”, “ILY”, “IDK”, and “BTW”. He often capitalizes the first letter of his messages and types faces like “:-)” and “>:(”.

Cal, too, uses many acronyms online. He also types with no capital letters, and he often takes shortcuts when he’s chatting with Andre. He creates little faces with the keys on his keyboard and copies and pastes special symbols online. When he’s typing to Andre first, his first message is usually a simple, “hi” of some sort.

They both play Doom together, considering how 1993 Doom was multiplayer when it first came out.

GeoCities !! Cal and Andre created their own website for the Army of Two. They didn’t necessarily say much on the site, and they didn’t give the site name to anyone they knew. But they still specified who they were and their interests without giving away their last names.

In addition, Andre and Cal used GeoCities to make a screamer site, and they made different alt emails to troll Brad Huff by sending the link to him, without him finding out who they were.

Sometime during the final week before Zero Day, their last few days of being alive, they’d both typed up a short, lovesick letter in their notepads— two messages they’d always wanted to tell each other but never got the chance to. Cal had gone on a tangent about how much he enjoyed being Andre’s comrade, how much he enjoyed Andre being his. Also, he was saying his goodbyes before their final mission and how he loved Andre and hoped he’d see him on the flip side. Whereas Andre was saying how he was looking forward to escaping the school with Cal and how he hoped they’d have a better life together, even while they were wanted from the cops. He mentioned how he loved Cal, too, but with his own phrasing of that declaration. But that ended up being an unrealistic expectation on Andre’s end.

[alittleleverage]

For the headcanon ask game: my favorite canon Eliot feature that kinda dropped off was him actually needing glasses. And if you notice he really only uses them when he's handling something right in front of him, like reading files or something. In other words, he's farsighted. BUT! You can become farsighted or nearsighted by prolonged exposure to using your eyes that way.

So my headcanon is that Eliot messed up his eyes as a sniper before he stopped using guns.

Oooh I really like that !!! Eliot going through all his training eyes like an eagle & coming out on the other side of it squinting at anything close to him. The metaphor of it also..... like in the same way that he focused too hard on his targets & lost sight of things nearby he also focused too hard on his duty & lost sight of his morals for a while..... also the way that this could contribute so much to his "it's a very distinctive ___" like the anxiety of not spotting a danger once it gets close spurs him on to identify any and everything he can the second it enters his vision

10/10 headcanon I love it 💕