#I hc them both as Jewish

[ariariari-freehounreal]

Woah it’s them….the guys….

[foxdies]

"they're not canonically trans" to you

[blood-ology]

No thoughts… only edizzy la cage aux folles au

[dolokhoded]

simon zealotes you are in my thoughts

[glittercritter64]

some Gravity Falls art from a bit ago more info under the cut

i hc the whole pines family as native bc im ndn and i like to project. i think both stan and ford grew up very disconnected from their culture, but mabel and dipper did not, and are helping them reconnect by making them take them to the Gravity Falls powwows in the summer and mabel showing them her jewelry and regalia making skills and dipper sharing his favorite legends. mabel made all her regalia herself, shes a jingle dancer but also does fancy shawl from time to time. dippers regalia was made by mabel with the help of some of his aunties. hes a mens grass dancer. specific tribe is up to interpretation but im panindian so they are too in my heart. bills human form is also native, in my heart he found solace and true admiration for the native communities he interacted with, and so he bases his apperance on multiple of them. his pants are ribbon pants, and his shawl is navajo inspired (i dont know much about Navajo culture so if thats wrong LMK!) he also has a braid because of course he has long hair and also do not worry, the pines family is still jewish, stan and ford are 1/2 ashkenazi jewish and 1/2 native in my headcannon, and dipper and mabel still practice jewish tradition and religious views alongside their native culture and ways of life

[were-wolverine]

random batfam hcs xmas edition

bruce: raised jewish, celebrated Hanukkah and Christmas but never believed in Santa. stopped celebrating after his parents died but he and alfred would exchange gifts every year around Christmas

babs: celebrates Christmas, has two because she spends one with each parent (they’re divorced). technically gets three bc she’s always invited to the manor as well

dick: celebrated all winter holidays because the circus was very diverse, his parents weren’t very religious so it was mostly just for fun and spending time together (their circus troupe was basically a big family)

jason: raised Catholic, always went to church with his mom on Christmas. she tried to get him gifts every year. he still goes to Christmas Mass even though he’s an atheist since it reminds him of her

cass: makes bruce celebrate Hanukkah and Christmas every year (despite both of them being agnostic)

tim: not Christian but celebrated Christmas with his parents, he was never taught to believe in Santa

steph: celebrates Hanukkah with her mom

duke: celebrated Christmas and Kwanzaa with his parents, bruce starts celebrating Kwanzaa once duke moves into the manor

damian: celebrates Hanukkah and Christmas with bruce, didn’t celebrate any while living with the league (but talia gave him little gifts all the time)

basically bruce ends up celebrating all the november/december holidays at the manor

(yes i know Santa is real in their universe shush)

[deleteddewewted]

König Headcanons

A/n: These are just personal hc I have and have been talking to friends about for a while. If you have any of your own please share them!

MDNI

W: Angst, Scars, Mental Health Issues, Bullying, Religoun is mentioned in passing, Trauma, injuries

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He grew up in a household with only his mother and grandmother. His father left before he was born.

He grew up poor and it led to a lot of issues when he went to school. He would get bullied for both being too tall for his age and for having less than others.

This led to a lot of insecurities, especially about his looks. His nose was broken in middle school by a bully as he was trying to defend himself and it just never healed correctly.

He's always anxious. His heart feels like his heart is going to burst out of his chest. He feels like he's going to die at any time.

He's a brunette. Doesn't care too much about his hair. He kinda just does whatever feels right for the time being. There have been times when he forgets to cut his hair and it gets all the way past his shoulders. (This is not regulation in the military but his mother likes it so he tries to keep it long.)

His favorite season of the year is winter because he got to do things like celebrate the holidays that happened around that time.

His grandmother is Jewish but his mother stopped practicing around her adult years. They still did things like celebrate Hanukkah and light the menorah since his grandmother didn't have anyone other than him and his mother to celebrate with.

He found the flames captivating every time they would light the menorah. Something about the movement of the flames and the brightness of the light kept him entertained. Burned himself by accident because he once tried touching it as a child.

It fascinated him as did the lights his neighbors would hang on their homes to celebrate Christmas.

He never celebrated Christmas, this was mainly because his mother never had enough money to get him gifts like other parents.

He never believed in Santa Claus but he did wish he would have had that innocence to do so. Maybe it would have broken his heart as a child if he did since he wouldn't have gotten any of the things he would have asked for.

As he rented his teen years, his anxiety got worse and so did his depression. He was sick all the time. He's constantly trying to get better but he can't. The bullying got worse as he grew and he started resenting his long hair. (He forgets to take care of himself and his hair.)

Once he was old enough to enlist, he did so without any hesitation. His mother and grandmother tried convincing him to not do it but he wanted to help them get out of the poverty they were in. He wanted his family to have more in life even if it meant sacrificing his body, mind, and soul.

Enlisting was both a saving grace and a downturn in his life.

He finally had money to give to his family and he finally got to have a warm place to go back to but it wasn't home and the friendships he made felt superficial.

His mental health took a greater hit once he started taking on operations. He tried ignoring it and when it didn’t help he started to suffer from sudden panic attacks through the day. It felt like he was trapped in his own skin.

He had to go to therapy or he would be discharged from his position. He was out on medication and given weekly therapy sessions to ensure that he was making progress.

He finally got to celebrate Christmas with others but he still knew that under the communal Christmas tree was no present for him.

The more he worked and the older he got, the more he realized he wasn't sure he knew if this was it for him. He couldn't become a sniper and his only friend was an American he didn't really know all that well.

When he got offered a position at Kortac he was elated. He would gain more money and his talents would be out to use.

It meant he would have to renounce his Austrian citizenship. (He didn't need to though. Kortac took care of everything and he could freely enter the country with no issue.)

He made sure to fully repair the house his family lived in and buy the plot of land that was next to their own in order to expand the house and give his grandmother the garden she had once talked about fondly.

Kortac was an opportunity that he would forever be grateful for.

It gave him friends and allowed relationships to blossom he never thought he would have.

He and Horangi became friends and shared so much of their lives together. He finally had someone he could confide in when it came to his struggles with relationships or his feelings of not being enough.

He grew to look at himself as a victor and less as a wounded dog licking his own wounds.

He no longer winced when he looked at himself in the mirror.

The scar running over his cheek, the crookedness of his nose, the scruff on his cheeks, the grey in his hair, the crow's feet at the corner of his eyes.

Everything about him was now something he embraced.

And now when he gets to celebrate the holidays either at home or on the base, he takes his time to set up the tree and its lights, taking a moment to admire as the multicolored lights glow and shower the space with its joy.

He knows he has a gift under the tree for him and more once he gets home for his scheduled leave.

Once he starts dating he felt like he had to take care of himself more. He didn’t want to burden his partner so he tried developing healthier habits such as washing his face and trimming his hair.

It isn’t until he truly settled down with someone that he starts to let go of some do his insecurities.

He’s still on edge about his partner touching his scars but he’s more conflicted about his anxiety ruining things for him. He didn’t want to come off as possessive or insecure but his anxiety got the best do him at times.

Dreads getting into arguments with his partner. He doesn’t want to fight or argue since he knows that it might lead to something more serious happening.

Enjoys cuddling and holding his partner close. Will either sleep on top of his partner or use his partner as a weighted blanket.

He likes being reassured that he’s enough or that he’s handsome. It makes him blush but he likes hearing it.

[femmeslash]

various advice tidbits on writing limbus company fic

from my own personal notes 👍 i will likely add on more to this later. this is all based on the official english translation.

Vergilius seems to refer to everyone by their full name. He calls Faust "Ms. Faust" in the prologue and "Miss Faust" in the Dante's Notes mini episodes. He calls Dante just "Dante" most of the time, but sometimes uses "Manager Dante" to make a point. I don't speak Korean so please correct me if this is wrong, but I think Faust is the only one he uses an honorific for.

Charon calls Vergilius "Verg" and the bus "Mephi". It stands to reason that she would similarly shorten others' names if she were addressing them directly.

Regarding Don: "Don Quixote" is her full name. "Don" is a title in Spanish, but seems to be part of her name here. She is never referred to as "Don" or "Quixote", only "Don Quixote". Hong Lu and Yi Sang are similar in that both parts are the full name.

Meursault is pronounced "mer-SO". There's two u's in his name, just like in the word vacuum.

Heathcliff most likely does not have a surname. In Wuthering Heights, he is raised alongside the Earnshaw children but is notably not considered an Earnshaw. He has one name, like Cher and Michelangelo. This can be seen in Limbus in his icon, which reads CE ❤️ HC (Catherine Earnshaw and Heathcliff).

Rodya's name in her source material is Rodion Raskolnikov. Since she is female in Limbus, her surname becomes Raskolnikova.

Gregor is Jewish; this shouldn't need to be said but it does bear repeating. Please do not have him celebrating Christian holidays. He would not fucking say that.

Sinclair canonically said the word "legit" to Kromer which is something I think of often when trying to figure out if a word seems too informal for him to say. He's well-educated and polite most of the time, but he did still call her a bitch too. Sinclair can say rude words.

Ryoushuu's SANGRIA usually spell out a word. She sometimes uses two- or three-letter ones that don't spell anything on their own (like RB, EC, CIH), but four or more letters will spell a word (SYNC, TRANCHES, NOUN, etc). She will not say HMFTDIHTST or anything of that nature. Rule of thumb: if it's more than three letters, it spells something. (The one exception I have found is her W Corp ID, which has a skill called DDEDR.)

Reading the character's source material can give you incredible insight into why they act the way they do, even if we've already been through their Canto. I strongly recommend looking into the source works as part of a well-rounded analysis.

[justariddleguy]

Hi! Hope you’re having a great day! Could you please drop any HCs you have? Any character you want, I just wanna read them. You’re awesome!

Where do I even start-

Bulletpoints is how

Music Meister is partially deaf, he has a hearing aid

Bruce is bi and in love with Harvey and Selena, pretty popular headcanon but it's just correct to me

Edward and Oswald are married, I am very biased

Jervis is pan and genderqueer, he doesn't see gender like other people do. He has a tendency to slip up on pronouns when he's less than lucid because he's seeing everyone as Alice in wonderland characters

On the subject of Jervis, he is schizophrenic and often times his hallucinations influence his delusions, he often times sees the Cheshire cat vanish and leaves just it's smile

Jonathan and Waylon both have thick southern accents and sometimes have trouble being understood because of it

Waylon was born the way he is, I know some people like to go the mutation route but he's just metahuman to me

Speaking of metahuman, I think some of the metahuman rogues form a tight knit circle, especially when they're in Arkham together

Oswald is disabled, he just is. He uses his cane to walk and has birth defects that fused parts of his body together, for instance his fingers

Edward is autistic, he also has npd and ocd, he doesn't want to leave hints to his crimes but he has such strong compulsions to, he can't stop himself. He also wears his gloves to stop himself from being overstimulated by any bad textures (I'm totally not biased I swear/sarc)

Harley is Jewish, I'm pretty sure that's canon too

Ivy was a biologist before getting mutated into what she is, she often shares fun facts about plants with harley

Selena is autistic and her special interest is cats

And that's just some of them, I have many more

(psst I have my own verse and many of these are incorporated in it if anyone wants to see it)

[kamjkaze]

Cal n Andre Halloween hcs to match the season 🎃🦇👻

Since Andre’s family is Jewish, growing up he was never allowed to celebrate Halloween. Any time that he would ask, his mother would lament about how they should have never moved to America where Halloween is so widely celebrated and so massively popular. Then, of course, she would scold him for wanting to do things that promote witchcraft, blah blah blah. Though, I imagine Andre’s father feeling a little bad and perhaps slipping the poor boy some (confirmed kosher) candy.

This idea, that Halloween was A. Not celebrated all over the planet and B. Was seen as “promoting witchcraft” by some was so outlandish to a young Cal.

I think one year, before the pair were old enough to nix the idea of trick or treating all together, probably the last year Cal himself would do it (in the desperate pursuit of cool), Andre would go with him. It was like his final gate into being completely American. Dressing up, probably as something edgy, grabbing a pillow case, and walking around neighborhoods begging for candy.

It’s ironic though, Andre didn’t really have any reason to go out and do it cause, at this age I think he lost his sweet tooth already. Though, it makes more for Cal, I think he has a shameful sweet tooth.

It’s a good memory for the both of them tho, Andre remembers coming back to the Gabriel family home and dumping out all his candy to sift through it. Cal’s siblings were in awe at the amount of candy they pulled in as a team. Their numbers in comparison were pathetic on account of Mrs. Gabriel demanding the kids come in earlier.

I think mrs Gabriel really enjoys helping her kids make costumes, whatever her kids demand she will supply. When cal was old enough to start asking for his own costume ideas, he always went as scary as he could. Blood drenched hair, big teeth, gashes, weapons. Whatever Cal’s mind could conjure as “the scariest costume ever” from the ages of 9 to 15.

Of course, that’s all as younger teens and children, as older boys, they do different things.

Call gets invited to the occasional party, usually on a good word by Rachel, and he attends for the most part. Always dipping out a little sooner than general populous but having a good time nonetheless. Usually he departs from these to go to Andres and comfort him about being the more socially ostracized out of the pair.

They’ll try to find some gorey ass snuff film to watch, get drunk, and steal some of the kids candy for Cal. I think they even get as “willing to have fun” as carving pumpkins, the results of those vary in level of skill and level of freakiness.

A cute idea is that one year, while they were too old to trick or treat but young enough to have some bones not made out of hate, they would bring Cal’s younger siblings into the basement for a little “haunted house” fun. Basically where Andre and Cal scared the shit out of them as much as possible. Be it, screaming in their face, grabbing them, whispering a spooookkkyyyy story before pouncing. If you go digging, there’s probably an old tape of it, Mrs. Gabriel will cherish that tape, that moment of innocence, of fun. I imagine there are many home videos like that, that she’ll watch on late nights after the tragedy.

[mavernick2]

erev rosh hashanah is almost apon us and as a jew, i want to drop some high holiday hc’s for the kazansky-mitchell-bradshaw household!

ice is ashkenazi jewish, wether it be russian or polish or whatever you want, he falls under being an ashkenazi jew. he’s also not religious, but he feels very strongly about customs and actively takes part in the high holidays.

when tom first brought the shofar out, pete and a very young bradley could not for the life of them work out why on earth tom owned a ram’s horn. it was only when tom gave a small tekiah blast (which had both pete and bradley jump into each other’s arms, which didn’t end up well) that they even realised it could make a noise.

contrary to popular belief, pete mitchell can cook. he just has both autism and adhd and so gets distracted and ends up burning everything. he loves to help tom cook the rosh hashanah meal, even though most of it he spends trying to kiss tom, who is frantically running around the kitchen trying to make it exactly how it was when he was growing up.

if bradley has school on erev/rosh hashanah, tom packs him a dinner full of sweet things. bradley likes to flex on his friends, as they’re all eating sandwiches and he’s digging into donuts and has a huge pot of honey for his apple.

pete loves to help tom build the sukkah. they don’t spend that much time in it together because of busy schedules and bradley’s schooling, but they try and have dinner together in it.

yom kippur is a holiday that tom likes to partake in by himself. it’s one of the few times in a year where he actually goes to a synagogue, and he uses it to reflect. bradley and pete don’t fast, but they sit and break tom’s own fast with him. (bagels!)

some of the first one on one time that tom spent with bradley was attending the annual simchat torah parade in san diego. it started a tradition for them that only stopped when bradley’s papers were pulled. after bradley reconnects with mav, he tries to with tom, and one of the ways he did that was inviting tom to attend the parade once more.

jewish ice is v special to me and i have a lot more hc’s if you guys ever want more!

[bonesfucker3000]

favourite star trek headcanons?

Oh boy I have ALOT hehe (thank you so much for asking :3) (and these are just my silly headcanons and it's totally find if you disagree with them <3)

Id like to hear your favourite headcanons @etherealspacejelly :3

Kirk: Hes trans and pansexual (or bi I like both), that bitch loves to vouge its his favourite dance move hehe, kept the boob window shirt from amok time and wears it just to annoy Spock, is Jewish, (this one is more for AOS kirk but whatever) He LOVES 90s and early 2000s rap and hip hop such as the Beastie Boys.

Spock: Jewish on his mums side, is gay MLM or unlabelled (I like both hc), really likes ambient music and falls asleep to it and white noise.

Bones: Is bisexual (yeah no, no character in TOS is straight sorry) loveeees to sing country songs when no one is around or can hear him even while on duty (Kirk definitely caught him once singing and teased the living fuck out of him), he loves to wear low raise jeans (old man whore), he has anger problems, a chronic smoker (yes yes he's a doctor but come on...he needs to let off some steam man) loves old country music especially from 20th century Earth, a massive fan of Dolly Parton and sings her songs regularly (his singing voice isn't actually that bad either, quite soothing but slightly deep)

Chekov: bi-curious (NO SLAVIC PERSON IS TRULY STRAIGHT...coming from a slav hehe) weed smoker so he probably smells like kush 50% of the time, is eastern orthodox (religion wise) he absolutely adores late 20th century (80s-90s) Russian Post-Punk such as Кино and Nautilus Pompillus, he also listens to Bladee and the drain gang in general (idk man he just seems like the average drainer/Bladee fan) also uses She/Him pronouns...(or that's just me projecting myself onto him)

...yeah you can CLEARLY see which characters are my favorites hehe (also I didn't put on hc for sulu scotty uhura or chapel since I barely have any)

[riverofashcoll]

Medic HCs

Medic is actually named Fritz Humboldt.

He is a 52 year old Trans Masc, Agender Pansexual. He’s in a Non Committed Relationship with Engineer, And A DEEPLY Committed Relationship with Heavy.

He treats Scout, And Pyro like his children, due to the fact he never had kids out of fear of backlash, and hate crimes.

He has ASPD, And PTSD due to growing up in a terrible environment. Not his parents fault, just society failing as usual.

He is deep in his belief as a Jewish person, both Religiously, and Ethnically.

He uses He/It due to being Dehumanized his whole life.

Its gloves had padded insides due to his Hyperhydrosis.

He has delusions that everyone he knows hates him, and is plotting his demise.

Due to having ASPD he has been described as a Misanthropist, and truly doesn’t care about who he hurts.

Despite his lack of remorse, and care for humanity, he loves his “Family” that he has made for himself.

He sleeps with a plushie.

It has a fear of being abandoned.

When he’s having a bad it likes to lay his head on Heavy’s stomach, or thighs, like a pillow.

His favorite song is Dandelions.

It sings during surgery.

He loves making the “I’m inside of you” joke to Heavy while he’s working on him.

He did his own top surgery.

It threatens to castrate his coworkers regularly.

He only drinks black coffee because the bitter taste reminds him he is human, and not a machine, not a tool.

His whole life he never felt truly loved, until he joined the TF2 team. Even now he has trouble accepting affection, and the idea he matters to someone.

It tells Heavy to sleep on the couch when it is mad at Heavy.

It has magical abilities.

He worries about being perceived as heartless, or a threat to all.

He got the nickname Dovely from Heavy as a combination of Dove, and Lovely.

If Scout ever has kids he wants them to call him Opa.

He is Sleep Deprived.

He loves mint Oreos.

He likes Combat Boots.

He has a “minor” God Complex.

Constantly threatens to get Heavy Pregnant. Heavy lives in fear that one day it will happen. Maybe it will.

Okay That’s All I Got For Now. Enjoy!

[pistachi0art]

oh and for clarity here’s my neo science team ethnicities n’ races hcs:

Gordon: Italian/African American; Black/White

He’s very disconnected from both of his cultures, moreso the Italian side as he 1. Doesn’t speak Italian, but definitely could bc he does know a bit of Latin. 2. Has never gone out of the country to meet his Italian relatives that live in Italy. It’s not that he doesn’t want to it’s just he hasn’t had the time- or money.

Benrey: Alien

Is an alien (specifically, a Cerutinan) but I haven’t shied away away from saying that his culture his heavily influenced by a fusion of Indian-Islamic culture. So applying that let’s just say that race-wise he’s Asian? At least his more human form is primarily Asian. uh.

Tommy: Filipino; Asian

This is also kinda complicated bc he, Like Ben, is also an alien but unlike Ben he’s an alien that primarily takes form of a human person so yeah. Does that make sense?? He’s lived his life thinking he’s Filipino so uh.

Dr. Coomer: Cuban; Afro-Cuban

He actually left Cuba when he was about 20 something to go backpacking around the world for a bit to find himself, stayed in the US, got a degree, and then worked at BM for the foreseeable future. He knows a multitude of different languages but is more inclined to speak them if you ask about it.

Bubby: Is a superhuman clone of Kliener, so IG Jewish-American; White.

[alaskan-wallflower]

What are your favorite ponyboy hcs

there are a few!

i love thinking darry is called darry because pony couldn’t say darrel lmfao-also his first full word being soda is kinda cute because i headcanon soda did NOT fw ponyboy as a kid (he was more mad ponyboy wasn’t an actual pony than the fact he had a brother) and he’d just be so mean to baby pony like pushing him down n shit 😭 but pony’s first word was def soda and soda will remind him of this DAILY.

“pony you remember when you first said my name”

*sigh*

pony is a chronic eye roller, he does not have a poker face. if someone says something stupid he’s literally rolling his eyes SO hard-he rolled his eyes at the teacher once because she was spewing some bullshit and he got detention lmfao-he rolls his eyes at darry a lot and it drives him nuts. he’d get told a lot as a kid ‘if you keep doing that your eyes are gonna get stuck that way’

pony had a speech impediment as a kid and as a result he tended to act out because he was frustrated he couldn’t talk and communicate to his parents about what he wanted. darry was the only one who could understand him and would calmly try to calm pony down and darry actually helped pony get rid of said impediment.

pony’s eyes are bigger than his stomach like he’ll order a truckload of food and be full after two bites. either that or pony has one hell of an appetite and darry.soda CANNOT keep up with it no matter how hard he tries

he has an anxious tummy :( when he’s really stressed his stomach will start gurgling and if it’s really bad he’ll get hiccups-it always happens when he’s taking a test and he gets so embarrassed because he just feels like everyone is looking at him-one time a teacher yelled at him for ‘being a distraction’ and he never wanted to go back to school after that

post book pony goes through a humongous growth spurt. he ends up being one or two inches taller than darry and he’s so smug about it and makes comments like ‘awwww who’s the little brother now?” and it pisses the gang off sometimes lmao

pony knows guitar because his mom taught him. he plays when he’s stressed. darry knows piano and they teach each other how to play their respective instruments. it’s a great time for both of them.

pony gets super into songwriting too-i head anon his mom taught him to sing at a young age and he just never stopped? he had to join choir in middle school for whatever reason and while he hated it at first he grew to love it a lot and he just feels free there. and when he’s stressed he tends to vent his emotions via poetry or drawing, so when he’s writing a poem he’ll put a beat to it sometimes. he’s played for his brothers and has made darry cry with a song dedicated to him (he would rather die than tell dallas though because he’s scared dallas won’t find him tuff anymore)

he’s big into greaser talk. the only time he won’t use “greaser slang” is when he’s trying to impress someone

pony is a very skilled artist. he’s drawn for johnny a lot.

he LOVES strawberries. his favourite dessert is strawberry shortcake but he only gets that for his birthday

(bumping off that) paul’s family owned a strawberry farm that pony used to sneak into to nab their berries. darry could talk pony out of trouble but was never happy about it. after paul and darry had their falling out pony snuck into their farm and had eaten every last berry on that farm and darry was so proud (and concerned and a bit mad because god forbid they pressed charges but pony reminds darry he could tell the cops about paul’s prank and blackmail him so that’s what they do lmao)

his eyes are more green than he’d care to admit. they’re still green grey but with an emphasis on green

i like interfaith curtis bros headcanons…so i feel like they were brought up with both jewish and christian traditions that darry tries to carry on

he knocked both his front teeth out at once by swinging from a tire swing at two bits house and slamming his face into a tree. he didn’t cry or anything though he just laughed it off. he swallowed the teeth though and was terrified the tooth fairy was gonna go into his stomach to get them out (based on true events)

he quits smoking because he can’t stand to think about how he may have indirectly killed johnny but also seeing how worried darry and soda were he couldn’t do that to them. it wasn’t a cold turkey process but it was successful

started smoking around thirteen years old and just never stopped til post book

he hates his hair ungreased but it’s the most beautiful fluffy mop of auburn hair ever

he’s not scared of spiders. hell straight up pick it up and put it outside. but he is afraid of moths and butterflies.

he’s a true carnivore. bro hates vegetables (darry had to get him vitamins instead)

let him ramble about his books. he will ramble for hours

him and cherry have a brother/sister relationship post book and she’ll go to his track meets sometimes along with darry and soda-they all get pretty close tbh

cherry takes pony to expensive cafés sometimes to help him study or just so the two can gossip

pony is a gossip KING like do not cross him

he comes up with really creative insults. half of them are stolen from johnny

he’s bisexual with a teeny preference for girls

he loves greek myths and compares darry to Hephaestus a lot

great expectations is a comfort book for him. if he’s sad he’ll read it in one sitting and enjoys it just as much as he did the first time he read it

he gets bad allergies in the spring and fall :(

him and darry work out together and bond over that just like they bonded over being in sports

he talks to himself when he reads

this wa s’more curtis bros than pony i’m sorry 😭 but hope these are good!

[kidcataldo]

Going through an old email and found this from 2019. It explores my hc of Drakken’s extended family (specifically his daddy issues) as well as their reluctance to become parents.

By this time I was already drifting from the fandom (personally I never fade out of fandoms completely, I always just linger after I’ve had my fill), so the characters might be a little ooc, idk.

Warning: NSFW content.

Title: Hello/Goodbye

Drakken didn’t like talking about his dad. Even after they started dating, he rarely spoke about it. One time, she remembers, while staying at his old family home, his mother mentioned a man called Percival during dinner. Drakken visibly tensed at the mentioning of his name, so Shego changed the subject and Mama Lipsky went off on a rant about half priced grape juice at her local market.

Later that night, while Mama Lipsky was busy washing dishes—both Drakken and Shego offered to help, but she insisted she could do it alone—Drakken showed her the wall where his mother displayed all her family photos. His family was Jewish, but non practicing. He far preferred Snowman Hank and all things Christmas. But remnants of that culture lingered on the wall, especially in the old photos. “The black and white photo with the couple frowning at the camera are my grandparents,” he said. “Grandpa died when mother was just a teen. My baba died when I was ten.” He also showed her a picture of a young Motor Ed, looking more innocent than radical, crying while standing next to a goat. “He was afraid the goat might bite him, like it did the year before, but Aunt Libby wanted the photo,” Drakken told her. Then he showed her a picture of his Uncle Robert, who died when he was eight. “He was the best babysitter,” he said, “because he made chili dogs and let us build a blanket fort in the living room.”

In the center was a picture of Drakken with a birthday cake. He was small, five said the candles before him. In the background there was a man sitting in a chair, looking off in the distance, away from the birthday boy.

“Who’s that?” she asked, pointing.

He only shook his head and moved on to the next photo: a picture of him and Ed with their mothers and grandmother with Drakken clutching onto his grandmother, his “Baba.” He looked so happy.

Years passed and he still had trouble talking about his father. Once he cried on Shego’s shoulder; a few other times he got so angry about it, his blue face turned purple. “He had another family, you know,” he mentioned once.

After the crying stopped, they made love in the room that used to be Drakken and Ed’s childhood bedroom. Now it was a mix between a study and a guest room. They started out on the creaky couch bed, but moved to the grandfather chair when Drakken became paranoid about his mother hearing them.

They had no protection because they weren’t planning to have sex with Mama Lipsky just behind the thin wall. But he seemed so sad and it was the only way she knew how to comfort him. It was their first time making love. At least it was her first time making love to him; he could have been making love to her all the times they had been together. She watched his face carefully as he struggled not to come, stroking his back gently. It was then she realized. And she had the urge to sigh out the dreaded L word as he penetrated her, but she didn’t. She waited until they were vacationing in the Bahamas three weeks later. She gave him a hand job snuggling in a hammock and the words slipped out like the come inside of him. But that night, in his old bedroom, she stayed quiet. His mother was in the other room.

Shego found out she was pregnant while Drakken was house sitting for Mama Lipsky some years later. She had been feeling ill all week and she finally decided to see a doctor about it. By that time, Commodore Puddles was Mama Lipsky’s dog fully and Drakken called her complaining about how demanding the dog was. She kept quiet about the pregnancy on the phone, and she really wasn’t listening to anything he was telling her, but at the end of the conversation he begged her to come over to keep him company.

She told him yes.

They were back in the old creaky bed, because Drakken did not feel comfortable sleeping in his mother’s room, nor in the room his Baba died in. He asked her why she was so quiet, if it was something he said at dinner—he had taken her to an old Italian deli that was once his favorite place in the world. She pretended that it was something over dinner. But when he kept nagging at her, she finally blurted out the truth.

He was too calm for her liking. “Oh,” came his response much later. He rolled on his back and looked up at the ceiling, instead of at her. “That explains it.”

She burnt her pillow and threw it at him, then went to sleep in his dead Baba’s creepy old room. She took care of her brothers most of her life. That should be enough.

They fought the next morning. Drakken was angry, and exhausted, because they had only talked about having kids once and they both, he thought, agreed they did not want any. “Well… things happen,” was Shego’s quick witted response, uncertainty consuming her. After the yelling stopped, they sat down at the Lipsky’s ancient kitchen table and talked until noon. Things were discussed, and other things were decided. And suddenly they felt so separate. Pain lingered. She wanted only to take back the, “I love you.” Bit her tongue instead.

“Nrgh, this isn’t what we wanted!” The words surrounded them, haunting them as time passed. Mama Lipsky was the only one who seemed happy. She proudly framed the sonogram and hung it on her wall of family pictures, right below the picture of Drakken and his dad at his fifth birthday party. She wanted to celebrate. Shego left almost immediately. Drakken stayed a few extra weeks.

They made up, sort of, when he eventually came home. Sex. Always sex, rarely any talking. But nothing felt the same.

Nine months later, fourteen days before Drakken turned fifty, Shego’s water broke. It wasn’t like how she saw in the movies. Her body ached, sweat glistened all over. She was sitting up the entire time, her hands gripping the rails on each side of her, with a focused expression on her face. A pale Drakken stood dutifully beside her, waiting…

And suddenly a small whimper—Drakken’s—as the doctor proclaimed he could see the head. She saw only fear and knew he was thinking about him. It had always been about him.Where was he, Drakken’s… Percival? Was he even still alive? They don’t talk about it. Not even Mama Lipksy.

“It’s a girl,” somebody declared, sounding more like an echo than a nearing voice.

With one final push, it was out: gooey, crying in the gloved hands of the doctor. Something burst within Shego as it was placed on her chest, feeling so foreign in her arms, so breakable.

Drakken’s eyes remained glued to the crying thing clutched to her chest. Was she what they wanted? The nurses took her before she could decide and she closed her eyes. They called her “Mama” while doing so. Mama Lipsky was Mama. Shego was… Shego. Was this what she wanted? Exhaustion consumed her; she felt herself fading.

She awoke in an empty room. No crying. No doctor. No… She searched for any sign of him. Nothing. He was gone.

Alone.

He was nearly fifty. She was pushing forty. Not to mention they were criminals, technically—with a few new loopholes, but still… She was on the no fly list, banned from entering twenty-something countries in just Europe alone.

Sitting up, she yanked out her IV and the alarm set off. Maybe she could start a new life in Bermuda or somewhere. But when bare feet met hospital tile, tiredness once again took over. She could not find the strength to fight her way out.

The door was ajar with hurried footsteps coming near it. Shego extended her arm for the nurse to mend it, already formulating some lie about how it fell off while she was asleep.

“Um, I have to go now, mother,” came Drakken’s voice, clearly. He stepped inside with the baby cradled in his arms and his phone up to his ear balanced by his lifted shoulder and craned neck. “All right. I love you. Call you later.”

Did he tell his mother he loved her? Without her nagging at him first? And did he openly promise to call her later? What kind of drugs did the doctor have her on?

Struggling at first, unable to cradle the baby with only one hand, he easily decided to let his phone slide out of his grip and onto the ground. The baby remained unfazed, calm in the comfort of his big blue arms. “Shego… what’s wrong? What happened?”

“Um, nothing.” She allowed herself to lay back down. He moved to her side, again struggling to do anything with the baby in his arms. She pulled the sheets up to cover herself, and he simply watched on. “I just… thought you left.”

“Oh.”

The nurse came trodding in, muttering something about patients needing to follow directions. He fixed the alarm and then the IV, making it extra tight this time to assure the incident would not happen again. And he was gone again in an instant, as another nurse poked her head in asking her for help.

Drakken and Shego’s focus remained on the sleeping baby the entire time. She had Drakken’s nose… maybe his everything else, too. It was too early to tell. She was white, but tan in comparison to all the blue around her.

“That was mother,” he clarified after a moment, gesturing to his phone abandoned now on the ground. His unibrow raised. “Oh, um, Mazel tov, she told me to say.”

“Lemme guess, her mama senses were tingling. She phoned because she knew I’d be out cold.”

“I called her, actually.” He sniffled. She realized, suddenly, he had been crying.

“Oh.” She sat up and pain shot through her, like a thousand needles stabbing at her insides. The drugs were wearing off. And her mind was clearing. “Look… I know this isn’t exactly—”

The baby’s face wrinkled and she began to cry. Drakken tried cooing her, rocking her back and forth to ease her back to sleep. His movements were awkward but gentle… loving. Another nurse entered, the one who needed help before. She smiled, gesturing to Shego. “Sounds like it’s time for your first feeding, mama.”

Mama. It still felt so foreign. Would they call Drakken’s mom Baba Lipsky now? Mama Shego sounded so sour in her mouth.

“Feeding?” questioned Drakken, hesitating before handing the baby over to the nurse, who then gently placed it in Shego’s reluctant arms. The curtain was drawn, the nurse stripped her from her gown, and then angled the tiny mouth to her breast. It latched, instinct taking over. “Oh. Feeding.”

The baby was back in Drakken’s arms about an hour later. He told her he couldn’t understand. All this time his mother loved him this much. And he couldn’t understand, until now. The confession took her by surprise. He seemed unfazed.

He slipped back into his old self easily; she still needed more time. “I can see it so clearly, Shego. My greatest idea yet… A play house! With a blue door and a garden—ooh, and a full kitchen set.” And he stopped, suddenly looking at her with uncertainty. “Um, Shego?”

She blinked. “Yeah?”

“Is the plan still to take over the world?”

Something inside her ached. It had been, hadn’t it? Taking over the world one day. Even after all these years. Even after all their defeats. But now, she honestly could not say.

A/N: My hc for these two as parents is Drakken finally finding something he’s good at and enjoys (sort of becoming the new mama lipsky) while Shego becomes reluctant/unsure about her goals in life. Also, I always hc them being older parents ¯\_(ツ)_/¯