#he does not remember having an emo phase

[splo0shh]

Makes sense for him to have an emo/edgy phase considering he was raised by a Villain

[maxxiemoa]

~Rodrick x babysitter fic~

An: This story has been in my drafts for a little while. I love my dorky emo boyfriend Rodrick <3

Summary: Susan Heffley knew you from the neighborhood and thought you were a responsible enough girl to watch manny for the evening. What you didn’t really grasp was that she was really asking you to watch all her sons while Frank and her went on a much needed night out.

I arrive 5 minutes early to the Hefley’s house. I rang the doorbell and was quickly met with a cheerful greeting from a younger brunette haired boy.

“Im Greg you must be y/n” says the young boy. Hes sweet but I can tell hes a bit awkward socially. I nod and introduce myself, “yeah I’m y/n I’m babysitting your little brother tonight. Is your friend here…erm Rowley? Right? Your mom said you two would be having a sleepover tonight.

“Yeah he should be here any second” Greg says moving out of the way for me to come into the house.

“Oh! Great you are here early!” Susan walks over to me quickly and in her arms is who I am assuming is Manny.

Manny waves at me and does grabby hands at me. I offer to take him from Susan and she happily hands him over to me. “I’m y/n and you must be Manny.” I smile at him sweetly and hold him close to me. God he is adorable. Oh how I wish I had a little sibling to carry around.

“RODRICK!” I jump a bit at Franks sudden yelling. I turn around to the sound of quick footsteps coming down the stairs. Down comes a boy who I vaguely remember from somewhere.

Susan points at her eldest son and says “this is Rodrick he goes to the same school as you.” I remember where I’ve seen him before, he is in my 3rd period English class….hes a bit of a…dumb dumb.

Rodrick looks me up and down and then runs back upstairs nearly tripping on his way up.

Frank nears the door and grabs the keys. “If he does anything stupid just ignore him. Hes in a rockstar phase right now” I giggled at his comment and so does Greg.

The two of them leave and I am now the adult in the house. “So Greg what are you and Rowley going to do tonight? Movies? Video games? Make a fort?” I ask curiously.

“We were probably going to watch a movie in my room and play some board games” he says. I nod my head and tell him that sounds nice. “I can make you two some cookies or brownies if you’d like. And I can order a pizza for dinner” I offer. Greg’s eyes light up immediately and he hugs my side tightly and says thank you.

About 20 minutes into the night manny and I are at the table coloring when Rodrick comes into the kitchen. “Sup” he says in a forced deep voice as he leans against the table.

I look him up and down much like he did when I first came over. He has changed his clothes and is now wearing….eyeliner? He runs his fingers through his hair and makes it even messier than it was mear seconds ago.

“Did you come down to join in on the coloring?” I motion towards the coloring books and crayons laid out on the table. “Umm..no…I..I came down for..umm….DRINK…a drink.” He says nervously. He walks over to the fridge and pulls some stuff out. He walks back over to Manny and I and sets a juice box in-front of Manny and three different drinks in-front of me. “Pepsi, juice, or water? Or uhh I think we have milk too…” I smile at his kind gesture and pull the Pepsi close to me. “Thanks….ummm do you remember me from class?” I ask while I take a sip of my drink.

Rodrick sits down next to me and takes the straw off of Manny’s juice box and pokes it into the little hole at the top sliding it back over for Manny to have.

“English class, right?” He says to me fooling around with the bottle of water he’s holding.

“Yeah, English class. The teacher doesn’t really like you does he? Can’t really blame him I guess. You are never paying attention and it really shows when he asks you a question about what we are reading”

“Well maybe if pay attention if the stuff we were reading wasn’t so damn boring” he says kind of slamming his hands on the table as a sort of attempt at making a point

I laugh a little at how serious he seems about hating English class “Don’t you have better things to hate? Like I don’t know…the government or like poverty? What is it your punk band stands for?”

“I don’t know if I’d really call is punk. We are more of a chaotic unlabeled band” he says pulling his hands through his hair again.

“The hair and eyeliner kind of makes it seem like you are in an Emo band” I lean over and brush my hands through his hair. “Not that I want to admit it and float your ego but I do like the eyeliner”

Rodrick just sits there tensed up as I play with his hair. I will be the first to admit that I have a think for alternative looking boys like Rodrick but I’m babysitting and as cute as he is I should not be flirting with him. I have a job to do and I like this family.

“I never feel like I can do it exactly the way I imagine it looking in my head…..the eyeliner I mean.” Rodrick says in a soft voice looking me in the eyes. His brown puppy like eyes are looking right at me and they are melting my mind.

“I could help you with your eyeliner if you’d like” I brush my thumb across his cheekbone.

Rodrick brings me upstairs to his room after I put manny in his little play pen infront of the tv. His room is dim and there are clothes scattered around the floor. Surprisingly there isn’t any trash making his room messy. Just his stuff.

“Here” Rodrick hands me an eyeliner pencil and I sit on the bed next to him

“Close your eyes and try not to wiggle too much ok” I gently hold his face and paint the eyeliner on his eyes as neat as I can. “How do you like?” I ask him pointing to the little mirror in his room.

“Wow, it looks way less messy than when I do it” he comes back over to where I am sitting on his bed. “My turn to do your eyeliner” He says uncapping the pencil.

“Be careful ok I want to leave with both of my eyes intact ok” I say closing my eyes.

Rodrick starts putting the eyeliner on my eyelids while gently holding my cheeks and face still “there” he says as I open my eyes

His face is really close to mine and I can feel my face getting a little warm.

“It looks nice on you” Rodrick doesn’t let go of my face and instead slides his hands through my hair. I mimic him and tangle my fingers in his hair.

I close my eyes and lean in a little hoping he will close the space. And he does. His lips are sort of chapped and I can feel him breathing quickly out of his nose.

The kiss is gentle and sweet. It only lasts a few seconds before he pulls away. He looks at me and licks his lips. “Was that ok?” He says so quietly that I am surprised I heard him.

I smile at him and pull him in for a hug “I’ve never kissed anyone before…It was nice…really nice” I close my eyes and let myself enjoy the warmth of his body.

[chikenbrain]

Non-negotiable HCs I have (Dick edition):

He cracks his knuckles—a bad habit he does constantly, but even more when he’s nervous or frustrated over something he can’t control.

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He has ADHD, but instead of hyperactivity (ADHD), he has impulsivity (ADD-I), which means he often doesn’t know how to process his frustration, makes bad decisions in the moment, and sometimes doesn’t fully remember what happened.

He works on it in therapy because “I’m not stupid enough to follow B’s footsteps.”

(At least not with this)

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He’s a little shit

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Whenever Jason brings up his “vengeful emo phase,” Dick just looks at him like he’s crazy and brushes it off entirely.

Nobody in the Batfam believes Jason when he talks about angry, brooding, isolating Dick—the real Angry Robin™…

Well, except B, Alfred, and Tim, who did witness it firsthand but refuse to back Jason up.

So he’s left muttering “traitors” under his breath

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Legally, Dick only pays for and technically owns a Netflix account.

He steals access to all the other streaming platforms from the Manor (which Bruce pays for)

Every time one of his siblings changes the password, he “sneaks in” to get it back

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He actually has a really broad taste in music (literally listens to everything—metal, pop, opera, reggae, you name it)

He’s the one who introduced music into the family, and all of his siblings picked up pieces of his taste that suited them best… but yeah.

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His hair is definitely a 2C texture, jet black, and I’m 100% sure he takes care of it and has both a quick and a full hair routine.

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I like to believe he’s still taller than Jason (yes, I’m ignoring every official source, and what about it?).

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He watches Adventure Time while doing stuff.

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He’s the messiest of all the Bats (and Tim is right behind him)

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He eats breakfast twice

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He likes Brooklyn 99

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When he laughs really hard, he claps.

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He knows that Steph and Tim dated for a while and that now they’re siblings (which is so weird, by the way).

But whenever he sees them interact, he can’t help but think they act like twins.

(Just in the way they interact—visually, they barely pass as distant cousins, at best.)

[Yeahhh, Bruce’s HCs got stuck… no idea why.]

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@crazycaoticsimp

[omgitskaii]

ive had this sitting in my drafts for ages, and they’ve really been starting to pmo now… sorry some of these are a bit self indulgent or niche, but i hope you like at least one or three ! may be my last around of hcs for these boys for awhile :)

dean does not watch sports and actually has no idea what’s going on anytime someone puts a game on. sam does though, college kids had nothing else to do but study, drink beer, and watch sports. he sometimes makes stuff up to fuck with dean

sam and dean still have charlie’s phone when she died. it’s on silent, and the boys (mostly dean) will text it sometimes whenever they miss her. most of the messages are apologies.

sam still visits jess’ grave on the anniversary of her death. he takes eileen once or twice too, because she asked.

sam doesn’t know how to cook for shit. anytime he wants to make something, he has to put on a step by step youtube tutorial video. he refuses to ask for deans help.

there’s a small amount of grace left over in the handprint on deans shoulder

whenever deans comfortable and feels safe, he can conk out anywhere. he’s fallen asleep at the table, in the middle of cooking, and has once or twice fallen asleep on sam and cas. sam was concerned at first, but now he has just accepted it and dean has designated nap times throughout the week.

sam is into wicca practise. he burns incense and sage and keeps crystals lying around the bunker, he’s slipped a few into the glove compartment of the impala

dean teases and complains, but he actually likes doing chores. it’s something that makes him feel “normal” and he likes using his hands and working.

cas and dean are soul-bound.

dean has read the bible through multiple times throughout his life (mostly at low points, and he’s had a lot,) to the point where he has memorized some passages. he’s not much for faith, but he has gone to church once or twice recently when jack became god

cas finds dean reciting passages of the bible exhilarating.

cas has multiple parenting books littered around the bunker that he sometimes flips through

sam hates cats and is strictly a dog person

cas’ eyes reflect in the dark, like how cats/most nocturnal animals do.

anytime he prays, all deans prayers go exclusively to cas without thinking. he actually prays more than he ever texts or calls cas, like it’s as easy as breathing. cas never mentions how intimate it really is for him to do this. he always listens to them

the air around cas changes whenever he’s in a room. it’s subtle, like the feeling you get when your hair stands on end, like you can tell that he’s not entirely human. normal people chalk it up to vibes or cas being intimidating or offputting. it’s not something he does on purpose

cas smells like ozone and rain.

everyone can tell what kind of mood dean is in based on the mug he grabs from the cabinet for his morning coffee

sam cant stand in crowded or stuffy places for too long or he’ll panic

john has gotten physical, but dean has always been there to take the brunt of it. because sam was the favourite, and dean believed and wanted sammy to live some semblance of a normal life as best he could. everything dean has endured has always been for sammy.

sam has this complicated relation with killing where he’s fine hunting monsters, but refuses to kill animals. he remembers as a kid bobby took them out hunting once—actually hunting, not with monsters—and when told to shoot at a squirrel, he couldn’t do it. dean shot it instead and claimed sammy did it. this is also one of the reasons he’s moved to a more vegetarian/vegan lifestyle.

sam had an emo phase as a kid. he grew out of it, but not the music; he’ll go back to listen to some emo/punk songs when he’s in a good mood. dean bullies him ruthlessly when he hears it.

deans fight-or-flight kicks in whenever someone drums their fingers or hands on the table, it takes him back to when michael would bang on the doors in his mind. he is still learning to quietly asks people to stop

sam has built up a high pain tolerance from his time in the cage but has become hyper-aware and sensitive to the lightest touches, like someone touching his hair or breathing on the back of his neck.

anytime a spell component requires blood, dean will always do it unless it’s specific. he still considers himself a weapon or catalyst, and it’s been ingrained in him to always give and give and give himself for others.

when they were kids, dean used to steal formula and food for sam when they were younger and sam knows this. now, sam will almost always go out for groceries. it’s sort of his silent way of returning the favour for dean.

dean stays up late on purpose just to talk to cas, it’s really the only point in a day they get quality time together just talking. eventually though, dean falls asleep; cas is always there in the morning.

sam, dean, and cas all enjoy watching trashy reality television shows... dean and cas like watching say yes to the dress and they both always seem to have opposite reactions ("i think the bride looks lovely in that dress. why is the mother-in-law being so critical?" "seriously, cas? that dress looks like some old ladies curtain. no way in hell is she walking down the aisle in that.") and sam and dean really enjoy watching ghost hunters, just to make fun of them.

dean’s a neat freak when it comes to his own room, borderline ocd, and sam is organized but messy, a combination of cleanliness only an ex-college student could have.

cas can make his wings corporal, but everytime he does this it takes a lot of concentration, and it becomes a bit more difficult to put them back into the aether each time. it’s also considered vulnerable/intimate for an angel to do this, or sometimes even painful to constrain their true form to simple shapes.

deans love language is acts of service, cas’ is words of affirmation, and sams is quality time.

prayers have a sound to them. when either one of the boys pray to cas, they have their own distinct tone that cas has come to recognize. sam’s is high pitched, like a clinking of a glass; he found it annoying at first, but sam’s prayers mellowed out into something similar to wind chimes. deans is a low sound, strong and comforting, akin to tires rolling over gravel and pops like crackling fire at its strongest.

cas makes it a daily ritual for dean to ask for at least one thing everyday; because dean always gives, and never takes. it’s usually little things, where dean will go to make coffee for him and cas and will sometimes get stopped on his way to the coffeemaker, and cas will just shoot him a look. cas waits until dean asks him to make him a coffee. sometime’s dean gets more vulnerable and asks for affection or quality time watching movies; he’s learning that he can have these things.

dean and claire text often, and there’s been multiple occasions that deans stayed up late on the phone with claire helping her out on her own cases with lore, experience, or a pep talk. there has also been times where deans driven out to help her. he will always make time for her.

jody, donna, and the girls invite tfw up to jody’s house for dinners every month or two when they all have time.

sam is a nerd in the sense that he knows a random facts about everything, but dean is a nerd in the sense he knows movies and comics. and cas is a nerd in the sense that he knows everything… literally.

dean and sam know basic sign language and learned it through eileen. sam is pissed that dean picked it up faster than him.

you can look at my other hc lists under #spn hcs !!

[rationaliity]

there's a lot of words in here about that one fanart that i saw of ratio having an emo phase, you're so welcome guys for those who say my favorite is welt yang & not ratio,,,, how does it feel being wrong ( i still love welt yang SO much it makes me look stupid )

you swore you remember who veritas ratio was ! that was the guy who went to school at veritas prime on recommendation and absolutely blew through every single class that he attended. shoot, you were sure he taught a few classes himself despite being a student there. he was that unkempt guy, with the messy, slightly wavy dyed indigo hair that he clearly never brushed, the hair dye always overgrown and showing his brown roots, and the tongue piercing. he was tired looking, always having bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, with so much eyeshadow lazily slapped on for the added effect that he undoubtedly slept in for three nights in a row before he finally took a shower. and he always smelled so strongly of weed that it would make someone's eyes water a little bit just by standing around him for a minute or two.

you were sure that he slept through every single class, if he even bothered to show up, anyway. unless it was a test day, or he just wanted to show up and fuck around with the less gifted, you doubted he ever showed up. probably too busy trying to prove to his parents that he was more than his brains, of course. didn't he have a garage band with a few of his friends that went to a different school than him ? what was it called again ? ' irrational piety ' ? was that a joke on his name and pi ? and... god ? edgy, egotistical, and nerdy, exactly who he was as a person summed up short and sweet.

he was that guy who had approached you so many times in veritas prime, asking you about yourself, trying to show off. he was clumsy with it, his manner and the way he spoke made it clear that his family was filled with important people. scholars, doctors, teachers of any type. there was no doubt that genius was simply a way of living at his house, and he was determined at this time to be different.

you had to admit, it was charming in its own way. veritas wasn't your typical crowd that you would hang around with, but he was somehow still sort of down to earth in his own way, although it was silly. you thought it was cute how he bumbled over his words trying to be cool in front of you. you tried to pretend to be aloof and indifferent to his advances, but you leaned into them at the same time, too. you knew that he would listen if you told him to wash the makeup off his face. you told him it was because he didn't need it, but in reality, you were just worried about his skin back then. you weren't downright rude to him, and you found yourself laughing with him more often than you found yourself laughing at him.

you remembered when you spent that night with him in his dorm, and how weird it felt in your stomach for months when he graduated two years earlier than he was supposed to, and left you behind. you knew that he had to go do something important, you knew that was just who he was. no matter who he was going to be externally, you never had any doubt that he was going to be someone so incredibly important to the world around you, possibly to the entire cosmos. you thought that his passion for learning was going to outweigh anything else, and maybe you were right. you had lost contact with him for years, you honestly had no idea where he was now.

so who was this in front of you claiming to be doctor veritas ratio of the intelligentsia guild, and why did he have the same face as that man you knew in school ? there was a pause, a moment of recollection between the two of you, and you opened your mouth to say something, anything, but the words didn't come out. he looked so similar, but so different at the same time. it seemed that despite everything, he decided to keep up with the indigo hair, although he was doing a great job at keeping up with his root touchups. he probably got it done every two weeks religiously now.

" dr. ratio ? " you repeated his official title weakly, finally. you weren't surprised that he was who he was, no, that wasn't it. maybe it was just the nostalgia, coming face to face with the man who had so quickly and unwittingly became your first love, even if you never openly said it out loud to him. " you, err, decided to drop the eyeshadow, i guess ? "

in a moment, veritas' face paled, and he found himself at a loss for words. " ..yes, i did. that was a long time ago, i'm not the same person i used to be. "

" i think you're exactly the same, " you cut him off, shaking your head with a little smile on your face. " i mean, you don't have the dark eyeshadow anymore, and you smell like you shower now. you probably have those fancy baths with the bath bombs and flowers and milk to make your skin soft, am i right ? but you're still you, you know what i'm saying ? pre or post garage band. "

veritas seemed to calm down with your words, although it was clear that he wasn't happy that you still recalled that garage band that he so desperately wanted to erase from everyone's memories. and yet, he found himself chuckling softly, shaking his head. " out of all of the things i've created, i've yet to create something that entirely erases specific memories from people. how i wish i could make you forget all that you saw back then. "

" well, i remember. and i don't ever intend to forget, " you joked softly, tentatively stepping over the big question. did that night mean anything ? did any of it mean anything, actually ? sure, you can say that he's the same man, but is he really ? the man back then would've stumbled over his own feet to get you to look at him, and you found it so cute that you couldn't help but give in and fall in love with him. you'd always regretted not telling him, but here you were, with what could perhaps be a second chance just waiting on the horizon for you. if you played your cards right, if veritas wanted you to play your hand. " what happened ? "

" i grew up, " he responded, as if he had anticipated this question, something that you knew he likely had. " i couldn't just stay that way forever. people.. didn't respect me enough to hear what i was saying. "

" do you miss it ? "

" no, not really. "

you held your cards closer to your chest. that was a pretty clear answer to any of your questions so far, which might hurt if you gave yourself time to think about it, but you wouldn't. instead, you just gave him a silly little grin. " pity, i thought you were rather cute with your fake tattoos. do you still have the tongue piercing ? "

veritas paused for a moment, before opening his mouth, showing off the little ball on his tongue. " i thought about letting it close up, but decided against it. " you remembered so clearly how that piercing felt against your- now was not the moment to think about things like that.

" why do you still dye your hair ? " you asked, trying to think of something else other than his piercing at the moment. " not that i don't like the indigo. i think it suits you. "

" i believe it's just become a necessary part of my appearance. i don't think i look right with just brown hair, but that's subjective. now i have the proper schedule to keep up with care, so i make sure its always taken care of. " veritas doesn't sound awkward any more answering any of your questions. on the contrary, it looks like he's enjoying it, just a little bit. although you knew better than to mention that out loud. no matter what his appearance was, you knew the core of his personality was still the exact same. some things never change.

you felt so stuck in the past, unable to distinct this veritas from the man bumbling over his own feet so long ago. but you had to admit, veritas still made your heart beat so wildly out of your chest. you weren't sure if it was the memories, or just who he was as a person. " well, that's a lot of questions just to say that i think you look great, no matter what you wear or how you present yourself. appearances don't really matter at the end of the day. not to those who really care. "

" thank you, " veritas couldn't stop a small smile from forming on his face, and for a second you saw him again, the golden retriever of a person, hidden beneath layers. " ...would you like to catch up over coffee later ? "

you couldn't stop yourself from laughing a little bit, raising an eyebrow. " veritas, i thought you didn't like coffee ? "

" oh... well, my tastes have changed, too. " what a liar. maybe he really hasn't changed all that much at the end of the day.

— ♡ rationaliity 2024

[xreaderdumpster]

Some playlist head canons for the X-Men

Not sure why but lately I’ve had ideas involving songs for the X-Men characters! So below I’ve given each character 7 songs I think would be in a playlist for the characters! Feel free to disagree, this is all my personal opinion ;w; Also this isn’t music accurate for the 90’s so suspend your disbelief!!

Scott- Cosmic Dancer by T. Rex, Talking in your sleep by The Romantics, Little Lion Man by Mumford and Sons, Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter (defo a guilty pleasure artist introduced to by Jubilee), Where is my Mind by the Pixies, Heroes by David Bowie and I believe in a thing called love by The Darkness (see “I’ve got you”, he’d defo do this song at drunk karaoke).

Gambit- The Pretender by Foo Fighters, Fuck me like you mean it by Steve Rodriguez, Chk Chk Boom by Stray Kids (gives me very Gambit does tricks to this song vibes), Ma Belle Evangeline from Princess and the Frog (obviously), Powerless by Waterparks (kind of a good song he’d sing to Rogue), Good Old-Fashioned Lover boy by Queen and Iris by Goo Goo Dolls.

Logan- Paint it black by Rolling Stones, Walk this way by Aerosmith, Southern Nights by Glen Campbell, Midnight Ride by Orville Peck (introduced to him by Rogue, would defo do a drunk duet to this song), Hurt by Johnny Cash, Barn Raising from Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (I head-canon that he secretly loves classic MGM musicals like Seven Brides and Calamity Jane) and Automobile by KALEO.

Rogue- Timber by Kesha, Can’t Remember to forget you by Shakira and Rihanna (sexy dancing in the club to this song with Morph and Jubilee), All the things she said by t.A.T.u., The Reason cover by Lady Parts (just gives me Rogue vibes!), Maneater by Nelly Furtado, Die with a smile by Lady Gaga and Bruno Mars and When you’re gone by Avril Lavigne (still got a lil emo/goth phase in her and this song is just sad enough to fit the vibes of both goth and the rest of her music with Avril).

Jean- Me and my husband by Mitski (gives her and Scott vibes), Chain by Fleetwood Mac, Young Volcanoes by Fall Out Boy (didn’t want to go with the obvious “The Phoenix choice from this album), Like real people do by Hozier, SOS by Abba (again, about her and Scott), Light my Love by Greta Van Fleet and Defying Gravity from Wicked.

Storm- Woman by Doja Cat, Cobra by Megan Thee Stallion, Thunderstruck by AC/DC (I’m sorry this is an obvious choice!!!), Confident by Demi Lovato, Little wolf from Epic: The Musical, My love mine all mine by Mitski and Good Riddance (Time of your life) by Green Day (feels like she’d connect with this song somehow, introduced to Green Day either by Morph or Gambit).

Hank- It’s All Right by Jon Batiste, Just a man from Epic:The Musical (I feel like he’d quite like the concept of this musical), Minecraft by C418, Concerning Hobbits from Lord of the Rings, La Vie en Rose cover by Louis Armstrong (gives me big jazz fan vibes), My baby just cares for me by Nina Simone and Sonata No. 14 “Moonlight” by Beethovan.

Jubilee- Crazy by LE SSERAFIM (was hard to narrow down a couple of K-Pop songs but this gave me the most Jubilee vibes), Girls just wanna have fun by Cyndi Lauper, You belong with me by Taylor Swift (she’d 100% be a Swiftie!), Bed chem by Sabrina Carpenter, Guess by Charli XCX, Just Dance by Lady Gaga and She’s homeless by CreepP (a good dance song when she’s out with Morph and Rogue).

Morph- Queer as in fuck you by Dog park dissidents, Tragedy cover by Brian David Gilbert, Abracadabra by Lady Gaga (Jubilee and Morph are both big fans of Gaga!), Dancing by myself by Billy Idol, I’m still standing by Elton John (headcanon that they love dancing), Let’s dance by David Bowie and Joyride (circus night) by Freshman Biology (original works too but this one’s funnier and they give the vibe they’d like parody music).

[parkaplayboy]

75% || Chapter 2

stylenny x gender neutral reader

You're a senior in college during your final semester, but you find out that you're dangerously close to failing a class that you need to graduate. Lucky for you (or unlucky, depending on how you look at it) you get paired up with a tutor.

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Wednesday 9:54 pm 

   You readjusted yourself under your blankets, doom scrolling through your social media. Science be damned, pre-bedtime social scrolling is necessary for a good night's rest. Unfortunately for you, a notification from your school email pops up on your screen, ripping your attention away from an exposé piece of an internet micro-celebrity you’ve never heard of.

 ‘ATTENTION! CAMPUS LIBRARY CLOSED TOMORROW..’ 

“What the hell, again?” Echoed from across the hall, tone indicating that you had about 15 seconds before your roommate was going to majestically barrel into your room. On cue, your roommate bursts into your room.

 “You do know what knocking is, don’t you?” Evan rolls his eyes, fidgeting with the one of the trinkets you had on display. “Dude, we’ve been friends since diapers. Get over yourself.” 

You scoffed. “What does that have- nevermind. What’s up?” Evan looks up at you, mindlessly tossing an eraser between his hands. “Library’s  closed again.”  

“We got the same notification, Ev. Why’s that so important all of a sudden? I wasn’t sure you knew where the library was located.” An eraser not-so-gently thrown hits your shoulder. “Well smartass, I planned on bringing Ciara over while you’re gone.” Evan states matter-of-factly.

You wrinkle your nose. “First off, TMI, Ev. I don’t need to know about you and your girlfriend’s sex-lives.” Evan interjects, in mock-defense. “Hey, I never said sex! It’s not my fault that you have an impure mind.”  

“It was implied and you know it!“ Your phone buzzes on your bed. You grab it, not bothering to continue the mock argument. 

1 New Email From: Kyle Broflovski 

“Kyle just emailed me, probably to cancel the session.” You hesitate before clicking the notification, oddly anxious. 

Hey, Y/N. Since the library is closed, do you mind moving the session to my apartment? You live in Dorm C don’t you? I can give you a ride, my house isn’t too far. 

Oh! So you’re fucked. Cool, thanks Outlook. 

“Holy shit.” Evan perks up from his leaned position on the wall. “What’s it say?” Your eyes scan over the sixteen words on your screen, reading and re-reading to make sure you read it correctly. “We’re studying at his house  tomorrow.” For a split second, there’s silence. Then, Evan begins to laugh. “What could possibly be funny right now?” Evan holds up a finger towards you, the other hand held over his mouth as he tries to stifle his laughter. “You’re totally fucked, dude.” 

Why are you friends with this guy, again? “Why am I friends with you again?” Evan grins. “I was the only one who supported your 8th grade emo phase.” Oh, right. You’re unfortunately stuck with him. “Yeah, you’re too much of a liability if I ghost you. Too much of my business would be at stake.” Evan laughs harder, shoulders shaking. “Same goes for you! I think I’d just have to like, kill you or some shit. You could take any average day in 10th grade and make a 10 part TikTok story time. I’d be fucked within the hour..” 

“Okay, okay. Suicide pact if we ever decide to stop being friends. Now, what makes you say I’m fucked? Is it that bad?” You not so subtly ask. It’s one thing for you to say you’re fucked, but when other people can see it too is when it becomes a problem. “Okay well..” Evan trails off, taking a moment to think. “You remember Oliver from 11th grade?” Remember him? If only you could forget. You had the most sickening crush on him for the entirety of 11th grade. “Of fucking course I do. What’s your point?”

Evan, rolled his eyes, mouth twitching in vague annoyance. “Well, what you might not remember, is that every time you saw him you’d get all tongue twisted and trip over your own feet. It made it obvious to anyone with eyes that you had a crush on him.” Your face burned in embarrassment.  “Exhibit A on why I can’t ghost you.” Evan ignores your comment, gearing up to speak again.

“You can not be casual to save your life, Y/N. There’s no way you’re gonna make it through tomorrow.” Evan pushing off your wall with his foot, walking towards your door.  You throw a pillow at him as he exits. “I’m gonna call your mom and tell her you’re being mean to me! You know I have Lisa’s number!” The door shuts and footsteps retreat down the hall. “Tell her I said hi.”

You unlock your phone, only to be met with the daunting blank response email window. You chew on your lip as you scan your brain for a normal sounding response. 

Hey Kyle! Y|

“No exclamation mark. It makes me sound desperate.”

Hey, Kyle. Yeah, sounds good to me. See ya th|

“See ya? What am I, a southern 5 year old?”

Hey, Kyle. Yeah, sounds good to me. See you tomorrow.

Good enough. Send.  

Thursday at 4:47 pm

His car was just both exactly how you imagined it and somehow completely different at the same time. You assumed it to be barren, to which you were partly correct. The rest of the car was empty save for a half empty water bottle in the cupholder and two charms hanging off of his mirror. One being a tiara & the other being a sword. You toyed with the notion of asking him what they stood for but you decided against it. He also had one of those plug-in car fresheners that smelled like eucalyptus and mint. 

“So, what’s your major?” Kyle turns his head slightly, to signify that he was listening to you but not fully taking his eyes off of the road. “I’m a Vet Medicine Major. I had a lot of pets growing up so I got really interested in their health from a young age..” You awkwardly trail off, choosing to stare at the road in front of you. “Dude, seriously? My boyfriend would freak out if he heard that,” Boyfriend? Of course he’s taken, he looks as good as an ethereal being on a bad day. “He’s a big animal lover. Y’know, when we were ten he protested a veal farm to the point that he didn’t eat for days.” Before you could respond, the car pulled into the driveway of his apartment. ‘Saved by the bell.’

You exit, wrapping around the car and trailing behind him towards the front door. Kyle stopped briefly to look at the sky. “Oh shit, I think it’s going to rain later.” Kyle reached into his pocket and inserted his key into the lock. “Kenny is at work and Stan is visiting his sister for the afternoon so we should be good to go.” You hum in response as he opens the door, padding inside. ‘Is Kenny the boyfriend or is Stan the boyfriend? Or both? Or neither?’ You try not to make it obvious as you damn near break your neck to look around the place. It’s messier than expected, especially compared to his car, but after finding out two other people live here the clutter makes sense. 

Thursday at 7:09 pm

“All in all, you seem to have a good understanding of the material. Today was productive.” Kyle shut his laptop and slid it further onto the table as he spoke. “Yeah, it’s easier when I can directly ask questions, I think.”  You responded, a small smile forming on your lips. The front door opened behind you, the sound of intense rain being amplified as a pair of footsteps entered the room. “And then, that stupid fucker had the audacity to ask me to comp his meal! Can you fuckin’ believe that, stan? I had half a mind to break the plate over his head- Oh, hey.”

 You turn around, eyes landing on two men, just as drop dead gorgeous as their roomate. One of the men was a chubby man with blonde hair and black roots, the other being a shorter, thin, boy-ish looking guy. “Hey, Ky. Who’s this?” The one you assumed to be Stan, asked. “Oh, right! Stan, Kenny, this is Y/N the person I’m tutoring. Y/N, this is Stan and Kenny, my boyfriends.” You have to manually remember to breathe. ‘Boyfriends? Three of the world’s hottest men are dating? Am I fucking dreaming?’ If you were dreaming, it’d be more akin to a nightmare. You give a small polite wave, eyes switching between the two men. “You’re not about to drive are you? It’s coming down pretty hard out there.” Kyle groans. “Damn, really?” 

“Hey,”  Kenny called out from the kitchen that he at some point wandered into. “The Weather App says it’ll be over in an hour.”  Kyle turns back to face where you’re sitting on the couch. “Do you mind sticking around for an hour?” What did you do to deserve this?  Your plan was to study, make awkward small talk in the car, and bitch about your sad excuse of a love life to Evan. At this point, you wanted to fist fight whichever higher power allowed this to happen. Get some sort of retribution, but instead of challenging a deity to a duel, you just smiled and nodded.

You stayed where you were sitting previously, Kyle moving next to you, Stan sitting in the arm chair to your left with Kenny sitting on the floor in front of the chair allowing Stan to play with his hair. Idle conversation was had between the three, occasionally discussing something that you know, allowing you to chime in. After the previous topic died down, comfortable silence filled the room. Until Kyle spoke up. “Stan, Y/N’s a Vet Science.” Goddamnit. Stan perked up, briefly letting go of the strands of hair between his fingers. “Dude, no way! That’s so sick! Are you planning on opening a practice? Or do you plan on going the more scientific route?” You flush slightly, not expecting to be put on the spot. “Uh, yeah definitely the more scientific route. I’ve interned at the local humane society’s med lab a few times and plan on applying there after graduation.” Stan nodded his head as he listened, the single black cross earring dangling as nodded. “Seriously? I volunteered there recently! Did you meet Mark? Oh my god, he’s so annoying,” You watched Stan as he spoke, and as much as you’d have liked to take in any of the information he was saying, he was just so goddamn pretty. How’s that meme go? “Whatever you say handsome”? You nod, occasionally throwing in a ‘mhm’ or a ‘yeah’ to show that you’re listening. 

   The rest of the conversation went smoothly, learning more about the three of them. You could tell that they’d been friends before partners with the way their chemistry flowed so well. It almost made you jealous. Okay, it  definitely made you jealous. You went into this house with one unattainable crush, and you came out with an additional two. Just the kind of shit luck you have.

Thursday at 8:21 pm

The car pulls to a halt in front of your Dorm, bringing a wave of relief over you. Before you move to get out, Kyle turns to you with his phone in his extended hand. “Can you put your number in before you go? It’s easier than the stupid campus email. The damn thing asks me to verify like 16 different ways before it lets me in.” Kyle scowls and you have to fight back a laugh. “No, for real! It’s like, I promise you no one is trying to hack into a Denver State student’s email.” You grabbed his phone from his hand, typed your numbers into the contact box and clicked save. “There you go.” You smiled and grabbed your bag from between your legs, exiting the car and closing the door quickly, walking to the other side of the car and toward your Dorm. “Thanks

 for the ride, Kyle. See you next week.” You wave before turning towards the building and walking off. You all but jogged up the stairs to your floor, basically throwing yourself into your shared dorm. “Evan!” You called out as you shed your coat and shoes. “Shit. I gotta hop off for the night guys, GG.” You flopped yourself dramatically onto the couch next to him as he pulled off his headset. “I’m fucked.” Evan rolls his eyes. “Didn’t we establish this yesterday? What’s new?” You groan and sit up to look him in the eye. “What's new is that he has not one, but two boyfriends! And they’re both just as beautiful as Kyle!” “Damn, you have a crush on the whole polycule? Could you have chosen anyone worse?” Evan chuckled softly after the comment, but it came out more pitiful than happy. “Not funny, Ev.” Evan sighed, hand coming up to rub your shoulder. “Chin up, dude. Odds are, this whole crush thing blows over in a couple of weeks!” Well, maybe he’s right. Knowing they’re all off the market might make the feelings dissolve. You could only hope.

[american-delirium]

˖ ֹ੭୧ peter maximoff headcanons ⊹ ࣪

ft. angst ㆍ rambling ㆍ fluff ㆍ sfw - slightly suggestive languageㆍ i completely ignored cannon ㆍ i switch up between using pietro and peter :)

⸝⸝ ⟢ O1

peter is originally from sokovia, his mother was caught between jobs and the war going on there, erik was simply a one night stand and she had no way to contact him, so at ten years old pietro was sent to magda in america, wanda was only two at the time, she doesn't remember life without him, pietro changed, albeit not legally, to peter, he finds its just makes it easier for everyone

⸝⸝ ⟢ O1.5

pietro's mother tongue is sokovian, he naturally thinks in it and has to manually translate everything he says and what others say, though due to his mutation, people don't realise he does it, he also still has an accent, considering he lived there for the first ten years of his life, although he masks it often times, but it slips out when he's tried, angry, when speaking sokovian or when aroused

⸝⸝ ⟢ O2

peter considers wanda to be his biological sister, he will protect her to the death, wanda isn't aware that her big brother whom she adores isn't related to him at all, peter usually calls magda mom around her, just to make the lie seem more real, if he addresses magda without wanda present, he'll call her magda, his mother will always be his actual mother

⸝⸝ ⟢ O2.5

pietro did end up finding his biological mother, unfortunately she was at the end of her life due to lung cancer she got from the war chemicals she inhaled during the war, she told pietro everything he wanted to know, she shortly died after his visit, he still gets upset about her death despite not remembering the early memories of her very well and the memories he has of her when he was old enough to remember properly where blocked out due to the trauma of the war

⸝⸝ ⟢ O3

peter does secretly prefer the name pietro, although no one has called him that for years and years, the last he heard it was when his bio mother said it to him

⸝⸝ ⟢ O4

pietro's mind runs so fast, telepaths aren't able to understand what he's thinking, to them they get a jumbled mess of everything pietro thought, and considering his clear adhd, they usually overlap like crazy, it often hurts telepaths when they try and mind read him

⸝⸝ ⟢ O5

not really a headcannon, but for sokovian, considering on the map it borders slovakia and the czech republic, it would probably be very, very similar to them, i think it's similar to jamaican in the fact it's base language is english, sokovian's base language is slovakian/czech (although i know slovakian so i'll likely use that one lmao)

⸝⸝ ⟢ O6

peter is terrified of rejection or abandonment, it got to a point where most of his relationships he was quite toxic and controlling, he got his ass in therapy and mostly learnt how to manage and overcome those problematic urges

⸝⸝ ⟢ O7

on the topic of sokovian, sometimes he makes a translation error and says something like "me ate pizza today" instead of "i ate pizza today"

⸝⸝ ⟢ O8

pietro had an emo phase when he was 17, he got snake bites and sometimes he wears them 'just cause', he keeps his earrings in though, just some classic black studs, he is quite thankful he didn't go all the way and tried to stretch his ears

⸝⸝ ⟢ O9

(based on this beautiful fic by @bohnerrific69 )

his silver hair wasn't always there, he grew it due to the stress of the war and having to move, he was a mama's boy and being stripped from his momma to a country he didn't know and a language he knew 3 sentences in didn't exactly help

an. yes i am aware the fic is quite different to my head cannon but you should still read it because hello? it's gorgeous writing and also julia deserves all the love in the world because she's a sweetheart and an amazing person, am i fangirling? proudly. i have a big fat platonic crush on her

did this magically remove my writers block and burn out? boy i hope so..! anyway enjoy my rambling and nonsense about my favourite boy, i tagged this as my yaps because it has no structure and it's basically word vomit

tags. @anxiousgrungynympho

[just-an-emily-existing]

Happy 2/2 everyone! I can happily say that Edward is the first engine I’ve gotten a full ref sheet for! All I did was give him a new outfit lol

Headcanons and more below! ⬇️

💙✨Edward Atlas Sharp✨💙

Element: Water

Birthday: July 1 1896

Real Age: 129

Age he plays by: 43

Zodiac: Cancer

Chinese Horoscope: Monkey

Spirit Animal: Owl

Height: 6'3

Sexuality: Gay

Gender: Trans Man

Pronouns: He/Him

Personality Type: ISFJ

IQ: 101

Nicknames: Eddie, Slow Coach, Oldie, Old Man, ect

Allergies: Wheat, Parsley

Disabilities: Hearing loss, Limp in his left leg, Glaucoma

Right or Left Handed: Right

Quirks/Habits: Plays with the chains on his vest, Blinks a lot

Home Town: Manchester, England

Nationality: British

Siblings: The only one he can remember is his oldest sister Dovie

Original Driver: Rickey Sage Brock

Original Fireman: Philander Rusty Tailor

Who is the most important person in his life: James

Person he looks up to the most: Gordon and Henry

Best Friend: Thomas

Lover: James

Rival: None, he is a friend to all

If he could have a superpower it would be: Super Strength

If he was a human, what job would he have: Veterinarian

Biggest Fear: None, he chill af

Biggest Flaw: Whispers all the time and has to repeat himself

Favorite Animal: Hamster

Favorite Hobby: Knitting

Favorite Color: Pale Yellow

Favorite Food: Chinese Dumplings and Fish n' Chips

Favorite Drink: Water (Basic bitch)

Least Favorite Food: Anything spicy

Favorite Season: Fall

Favorite Movie: Gone with the Wind (It was the first movie he ever saw)

Favorite Book: Moby-Dick

Favorite Singer/Artist: Al Bowly

Very skilled at: Writing and making stories

Least skilled at: Playing video games (Bro sucks)

Greatest Achievement: Saving Trevor

Pet Peeves: People who chew with their mouth open

Introvert or Extrovert: Introvert

Organized or Messy: Organized

Is he good at singing: Yes, but with slow songs

Can he bake: Absolutely

Can he cook: Somewhat

Does he play any sports: Nope, old man sits on the sidelines

Instrument: Violin

Headcanons

Is always giving people advice.

Is very sentimental and loves giving hugs to his friends.

Hates coffee and anything bitter.

Is a very pretty crier. No one knows how he does it.

Has always wanted to go to Disney.

Tells dad jokes unironically.

Drinks prune juice.

Has insomnia and night terrors often.

Used to be a very rebellious teen and caused trouble daily. Thankfully he’s gotten out of that phase.

Had an emo phase.

Has one tooth missing in his back jaw. It was just a bad tooth.

Has been struck by lightning and never noticed until his driver said something.

Loves to bundle up in warm clothing no matter what time of year.

Loves hot cocoa.

Even though he doesn’t know how to play video games he loves listening to the ost's (Especially Minecraft and Undertale)

When it rains, Edward will leave a bucket to get the rain and then either help Henry water his plants or put some in his tea.

Motto: “Every day is a second chance”

Theme Songs

Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon - Queen

What a Wonderful World - Louis Armstrong

[storm-angel989]

Can I request a girl dad Vox where his teenage daughter is going through her emo phase. at the same time going through puberty, and she's just at that stage where she's like "I hate you all" and it really hurts Vox because she's always been her little girl and maybe it ends with them making up and just being goofy like watching her favorite movies. Like super daddy's girl esk until then and his world just stops when she starts pulling away. I LOVE GIRL DAD VOX.

This was such a fun request! Thanks for sending!! <3

The attitude shift came overnight. Vox couldn’t pinpoint exactly when his daughter changed her nail polish from pink to black, or when she started to wear only the black pieces from her wardrobe. But he could absolutely remember the first time she snapped at him over a simple question. As she left the breakfast table and slammed the door shut behind her, Vox looked to Valentino and Velvette for guidance. 

“She’s growing up,” Velvette said through sips of her coffee. “Just be patient. Let her come to you and give her space.”

And so, Vox tried. I mean, honestly, he really did try. He let every snarky response, every too loud blast of music pass. Hell, the morning she woke up and poured herself a cup of coffee he almost blew a gasket. She was sixteen, she didn’t need coffee, he started to say, but Valentino cut him off and guided reader back to the kitchen. 

“Cream and sugar, little princessa, will help you get used to the taste,” Valentino said gently. 

Vox heard her mutter something he couldn’t quite make out but her tone certainly sounded rude. He stood up to scold her but Velvette grabbed his hand. 

“Pick your battles, Vox. This isn’t it.” Velvette said. “It’s only a phase.”

And so he gave her as much freedom as he felt he could while still being an active, involved parent. He kept on top of her grades and gave her the space she demanded and he thought for sure that respecting her privacy would get at least an “I love you Daddy,” on occasion. The most he got from her was a slightly less intense look of disdain every time he asked a question or a task of her. It seemed to him Daddy’s Little Girl was no longer. 

The hair dye was the final straw. Pretty brunette turned box dye black in a matter of hours. A bathroom splattered with splotches of black and a sink stained so badly Vox was sure it would never come out. Her beautiful brunette hair was now an odd shade of gray. He felt his anger grow as he saw the remnants of her activities and with a yell, he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her downstairs to Velvelettes studio. 

“Where did you even get this?” Vox asked in frustration as he watched Velvette’s assistant try to scrub the stains from behind her ears. “And why? You had such pretty hair!”

“Why does it matter?” She snapped. “I can do what I want with my body. You can’t stop me.”

“I never said you couldn’t! But you have an entire salon two floors below your bedroom, why didn’t you just say something?” He asked in exasperation as Velvette walked over. 

“Because it’s my body! I just wanted to do something on my own for once without everything questioning me!” She screamed. 

And then she burst into tears. Vox could feel his heart breaking at the sound and pushed the assistant away as he pulled her into his arms. He expected her to push him away, but instead she leaned into his shoulder and cried.

“And now I’m ugly, and my hair sucks and I just, I just…” she let out a hiccuping sob. 

Vox recognized that noise. Even in her teenage years, that cry hadn’t changed. He pressed his hand to the back of her head gently, ignoring the leftover streaks of dye that stained his hands. 

“Hey, hey baby girl. It’s alright, Auntie Vel will get your hair fixed up,” he said as soothingly as he could. 

Velvette glanced up from behind the counter and took her place behind the chair. She gave Vox an encouraging look. 

Vox took a deep breath. Pick my battles, he thought to himself as he held his not so little girl anymore. 

“And I’m sure she’ll dye it black if that’s what you really want,” he conceded finally. 

Another sniffle from the face tucked into his shoulder. 

“Really, you’d let me do that?” She asked as she leaned back and rubbed at her eyes. 

“Only if you promise never to use box dye again,” he replied lightly. “The bathroom is a mess. We might have to repaint the entire thing.” 

She let out a ghost of a smile and he gently dabbed her eyes.

 “There there. No more tears. It’s okay.”

“Daddy? Can I ask you something?” She asked as Velvette quietly took her place behind the chair and began to work her way through the half brunette streaks of hair. 

“Anything, sweetheart.”

“Can…can we redo my room? I don’t want it pink anymore.” She said softly. “Please don’t be mad.”

He could feel his heart breaking for the second time that day, this time for an entirely different reason. She thought he would be mad at her? He tried to think back to when she would get that idea and quickly concluded now wasn’t the best time to analyze his own behavior. Not when he had those pretty blue eyes watching him, waiting desperately for a response. 

“Sure baby girl,” he replied with a kiss to her forehead. “How about we get your hair fixed up and then you and I can do some shopping and redesign the whole thing together tonight? How’s that sound?” 

Her eyes lit up. “That would be amazing! Thank you, Dad!” She stood up from the chair threw her arms around him. 

Velvette gave Vox an approving smile.

“Alright then you two, let's get to work so you guys can go have some fun!” She said cheerfully. 

A few hours later, Vox watched as reader admired her reflection in the mirror. Somewhere, it pained him that she wanted to run so far in the opposite direction. He wondered what he had done to lose her trust.

“Don’t take it personally,” Velvette said softly to Vox as he watched reader run her fingers through her hair. “She’s just trying to find her place in the world.”

“What do I do about the bedroom? I can’t have it all black, it would look awful.” He replied, “but unless I give in…”

“Boundaries, Vox. It’s a reasonable give and take. Sure, painting her entire room back would look awful. And It’s okay to hold an expectation and come to a compromise. Some part of her still wants to know you care about her. She’s just testing her limits. All teenagers do.” Velvette added. “But I would start with designing together on one of you computers and go from there.”

Several hours, zero tears and one phone in pizza order later, Vox and reader sat on the couch. For the first time in a long time, reader was in hysterics as they watched her favorite movie together.

“Hey, Dad?” She asked once she collected herself enough to speak. “I love you.”

Vox tried to keep his cool, but his heart soared. “Love you too,” he replied. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “No matter what happens, I’ll always be your dad.”

[lilborealis]

Assassins Creed Headcanons because I can

-Despite denying it adamantly, Evie still does have a crush on Ezio Auditore (it’s not as much as when she was a girl, but it’s still there)

-the tips of Evie’s ears also blush when she’s embarrassed, Henry finds it adorable

-Jacob somehow hid the fact he got drunk when he and Evie were hunting for the Koh-i-noor

-Ezio’s banged at least one nun in his lifetime

-Connor has a habit of apologizing to people when his large stature startles them

-who among the assassins would listen to Jimmy Buffett and why is it absolutely Edward mf Kenway

-Haytham has fallen off a few roofs by sheer accident and Connor loves to remind him (much to his annoyance)

-Evie actually does have a tattoo, Henry is the only one who knows

-Jack the Ripper is a Sage, and the founder of the Instruments of the First Will (he had associates in Syndicate, remember?)

-Arno 👏 adopted 👏 Léon

-both Jacob and Evie have kids and those kids are the most chaotic cousins alive

-Shay actually hates the color green

-Shay’s middle name actually came from his grandfather (who was named Patrick), his father’s name was Killian

-everyone thinks Evie’s all elegant and graceful but Jacob’s seen her fall off many roofs (more than him, he’s been sworn to secrecy)

-everyone thinks Jacob is the evil twin, (he’s just impulsive) but it’s actually Evie (no one believes him and he wants to scream)

-modern day Altair went through an emo phase

-Arno can walk on his hands

[sickospaghetti-o]

Random future head cannons for Gravity Falls.

(I can’t sleep so I’m gonna make it everyone else’s problem)

Dipper:

- Starts the first ever ddmd club at his high school as well as a Cryptid/ Mystery club (Mabel is the vice president of the club and always plans club events)

- Studies ancient history and journalism in college

- Is 100% a loser trans boy (Mabel always helps him with his t shots)

- Makes journals of his own and tried to publish one (Didn’t go well)

- Meets a really nice girl in college that helps him get out of his comfort zone. She finds Dipper’s work on cryptids very interesting. “She’s the one, Mabel. I know it. She just gets me.”

- Forgets to tie his shoes all the time and is constantly tripping because of it

- Still loves BABBA but also listens to Midwest emo

Mabel:

- Waddles still lives with Mabel and wins the world record for oldest pig alive

- Studies Fashion in college and starts her own alternative clothing business (it’s very successful)

- Stan taught her how to con during the first summer she visited gf and she got really good at it but has refused to use her skills unless someone is being an asshole and “Totally deserved it, Dipper! It’s not my fault he didn’t know how to cheat at poker”

- Listens to bands like lemon demon and will wood after she goes through her boy band phase (she goes back and listens to several timz when she misses Grenada and Candy)

- She and Pacifica have been dating since the beginning of their junior year in high school (they confessed to each other over the summer and are currently doing a long distance thing)

Ford:

- He and Fiddleford hang out after weirdmagedon and manage to rekindle their friendship

- Started a new journal with Stan while they traveled the world on the Stan’o’ war

- Found out that the Cold War ended and he learned about the attack on 9/11 and he found out that gay marriage was legalized all in the same day (had to sit down because he thought he was going to pass out)

- Is slowly learning to forgive himself for “falling for Bill’s tricks” and still has to accept that it wasn’t his fault and that he was manipulated

- His favorite new “technology advancement” is bluetooth

Pacifica:

- Over the years she and her family have drifted apart and Paz has learned to live to be completely independent from her parents

- Works at the dinner with Lazy Susan and has come to see her as a mother figure

- Is actually really good with computers and technology

- She went on a walk on night and ended up at the old Northwest Mansion. She was feeling really homesick and so she walked around the gardens for a while and met Fiddleford. They found out that they have the same passion for computers and bonded of it.

- She made an indie mystery puzzle solving game based loosely on weirdmagedon with the help of Dipper and Fidds

- In a relationship with Mabel and still gets butterflies whenever she’s around

Fiddleford:

- Divorced his raccoon wife (the break up was messy, he doesn’t like to talk about it)

- Invites Tate and his family to live in the mansion with him and they all accept

- He and Tate talk a lot and Fidds apologizes all the time for leaving when Tate was a kid. They mange to figure it out and their relationship is getting stronger

- Teaches Pacifica tons about computer tech and teaches her a little bit of robotics (her first robot blew up and set fire to the south garden of the mansion)

- Relearns banjo and is still one hell of a musician

- Barely remembers dating Stan when they were younger but still has feelings for him, he won’t tell him until later (don’t mind me just spreading my fiddlestan agenda)

Stan:

- Took Ford to go visit Shermie (Shermie hits them both and then hugs them immediately after)

- Has stopped conning people as much as possible and now only does it when absolutely necessary (Normally while on adventures with Ford)

- His favorite band is They Might Be Giants and he and Ford sing their songs together all the time

- Bill still lives in Stan’s mind but has no power he’s just like an annoying little voice in his head (they manage to be “friends” and get along)

- He picked up lace making and is incredibly talented (He originally learned how to knit from Mabel, but didn’t like it as much. She showed him what Lacemaking was and he fell in love with the hobby)

- Has gaps in his memory but has been able to regain most of them

- He and Fidds used to date when he was rebuilding the portal but they don’t talk about it anymore. He has lingering feelings but he won’t ever admit it.

[snuurp]

introduction to the WORMS IN MY BRAIN jk this is a modern fantasy au for baldurs gate 3 plain text and more info under the cut

intro to the au, forewarning i haven't done much research, and my first playthrough of the game isn't done yet (I AM in act three tho I swear 2/3rds of the three guys r dealt with and so is cazador.) keep in mind i have no idea what i'm doing.

the mindflayer stuff is like. an experimental implant they all dubiously agreed to without all the info. extra enhancements (like the other tadpoles in game) are like drugs, and they appear once weekly at everyone's doors whether they want it or not. initial implant stabilizes Karlach's engine, helps with Astarion's vampire stuff, etc. etc. and the extras just feel good to use, it's addictive.

all of them are in a support group together meant to encourage them to stay clean from the extra tadpoles. time they've spent with the group varies.

there WILL be more detailed posts for them later, i have a lot of thoughts on Karlach and Wyll especially. implied/possible shadowzel and wyllstarion. my tav will be present, this is very self indulgent and i am in lesbians with Karlach.

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KARLACH

6'11" - 7'

construction worker.

her first job was disastrous.

foreman Goretash pushed her into dangerous situations that she felt pressured to be in because she was the newbie.

things went wrong with the electrical on the job site, landing her in the hospital with a near-fatal heart problem.

but good* news! avernus co. offered her a mechanical heart for the low, low price of a ten year work contract! (strings attached.)

she's out of the contract now, and avernus co. is refusing to maintain her heart (and the other "upgrades" they gave her without consent.)

still in construction, unionized and a loud advocate for workers rights.

can't do caffeine. her coffee order is a creamy chocolate chill from TImothy Horthingtons.

favourite board game is ticket to ride or uno, surprisingly mean and competitive in games.

SHADOWHEART

5'6"

works at hot topic (emo)

just got out of the commune, full swing edgy phase and does NOT know how un-niche her music is yet (please don't tell her)(she might cry)

"adopted" by Shar's cult when she was little, doesn't remember much before or after that beyond what other members told her.

dissecting her faith.

roommates with Lae'zel. (they hate each other)

"roommates" with Lae'zel also. (they still hate each other) (kinda)

rps her fursona COOL CAT CHARACTER DO NOT STEAL online.

very afraid of wolves which does include sparkledogs and makes rp super difficult.

her favourite board game is catan or any ttrpg.

if asked, her coffee order is "black, like my tortured soul" but she actually gets a vanilla latte with extra syrup and sweet foam. (oat milk because regular makes her tummy hurt)

LAE'ZEL

5'7" and gods does she ever hold that extra inch over Shadowheart.

works as a personal trainer, her clients are scared of her which makes her VERY effective for the right people.

insults clients, perfectionist.

mommy issues x100

the creche has a very community/it takes a village style of raising but they do a really bad job.

she wants to be the BEST of her siblings, doesn't take failure well.

loves competitive solo sports, hiking, marathons, bouldering, boxing, etc. etc.

delights in pushing Shadowheart's buttons.

she doesn't drink coffee, her order is a smoothie.

willingly drinks the ones with kale like a CRAZY PERSON.

favourite board game is chess and while she is good at it she is a SORE loser.

WYLL

6'1"

used to work for avernus co. and now works a much quieter, mostly Mizora-free job at an elementary school.

the students favourite gym teacher.

estranged from his dad after a huge, explosive misunderstanding re: the very un-HR Mizora incident(s)

likes Go Fish and cribbage, but he's happy playing any board game the others suggest.

generally just happy to be here.

coffee of choice is an americano with a shot of apple cinnamon syrup.

loves knitting.

definitely not crushing on Astarion whaaat crazyyyy.....

his watch is from his dad. he looks at it when he misses him.

misses him a lot.

ASTARION

5'9"

former troubled teen kicked out by his rich parents.

Cazador was a "pastor" that took him under his wing and adopted him into his group home (for a price)

in debt to him now and can't outrun it.

has two jobs.

works at Olive Garden, HATES IT.

works at (insert coffee shop chain here) ALSO HATES IT.

somehow has a very popular aesthetic tumblr blog in the year of our lord 20XX

coffee order is an iced caramel latte (sometimes gets strawberry/cherry/raspberry syrup to make his pictures cooler)

his favourite board game is monopoly (he steals from the bank) but he DESPISES cheaters edition because that "takes all the fun out of it"

Wyll's feelings are mutual and he knows about them but he's too insecure to talk to Wyll about it (nerd)

GALE

5'11"

unemployed, formerly university librarian/professor.

is not over his ex, will not be over his ex for the foreseeable future.

eventually goes to a new university to teach tho.

zero rizz, this man uses mage hand to play wizard wonderwall while concentrating very hard and that makes him look constipated sorry Gale likers.

has a part time job at a Barnabus and Noblemans before going to the new university.

commissioned Wyll to make his sweater vest in affront-to-the-gods purple.

wrote some very prolific papers in the wizard community.

coffee order is matcha or a mocha

favourite board game is clue. he gets really into it.

[n1ght0wl-0]

Five x female!reader

Relationships: Five x female!reader

Summary: Five and y/n landed pretty harshly, and now bickering ensues.

Notes: I hate season four.

"Oh fuck," Five groans, trying to right himself. His back is hurting, and his head is throbbing. Time traveling is a tricky thing, especially the damn landings.

Next to him, y/n huffs but makes no movement to stand up. She's just lying like a heap on the floor. Her skirt is rumpled, and her shirt is even worse.

"You alive?" Five asks dryly, stumbling to his feet. Reaching out, he straightens his lapels and adjusts his tie. His uniform is a little wrinkled, but it doesn't look too bad.

"Uh-huh," y/n hums, not moving a finger. Her face is pinched, looking as if she's deeply suffering. "You should work on your landings, darling."

Five kicks her absently. Not hard—he's not aiming to hurt her, after all.

"You should work on your clothes; you look like a witch."

Y/n gasps, staring up at Five. She smooths out her clothes. Yes, she's dressed darkly and maybe a little too young for her mental age, but she finally has the body for it again.

"I look *adorable*, thank you very much," she huffs, taking all her strength to sit up. Then she stares into nothing. "My whole body aches."

Five rolls his eyes, but he *does* reach out a hand to her. He feels her slim fingers in his grasp and gently pulls her up.

"That's your bad. At least your body isn't old anymore," he says with a grin, receiving a weak slap against his arm.

"How long have we known each other now? Probably way too long..." y/n scoffs. "And you're still such an asshole."

"42 years now, honey. And I'm still as charming as ever, you know it."

Y/n grins, then she pulls away from him. He watches as she moves over to the suitcase that's lying uselessly on the ground.

"Don't—" She kicks it. "touch it..."

The suitcase falls over, still smoking weakly.

"I think we can forget that old thing," she says, stating the obvious. She runs a hand through her hair before turning back to him.

Five looks at her for a moment, silent. He walks over to her and stares at the suitcase, sighing into the silence.

"That was pretty obvious. I always told them to make them bulletproof," Five grumbles.

"Mhm. I remember. Eric was really pissed after a few weeks," she snorts. "Didn't he retire some time after?"

"You still remember his name? He was pretty useless," he muses, throwing a last glance toward the suitcase before turning around and walking down the room. "Do you know where we are?"

"No clue." Another small kick to the suitcase.

"Stop it. You're being irritating," he huffs. "I think it's still 2019. Oh yes, I think I'm seeing Diego down there."

"The spandex guy?"

Five snorts, then he huffs out a laugh.

"It's leather," he says exaggeratedly, mimicking his brother. Y/n bumps their shoulders gently and rolls her eyes.

"Let him be. He thinks he's cool," she says, looking at him. "I still remember how cool you felt when you wore your first real suit."

"But I looked good in my suit."

"You were the most handsome man ever," y/n says, placing a hand on his back. Then she grins. "But the school uniform is also very cute."

Five huffs, looking at her.

"Shut it. At least I don't look like I'm going through my emo phase."

"My emo phase is hot," y/n argues easily. "But your shorts—"

Five reaches out and slaps the back of her head. Then he leans over and kisses her temple.

He can almost hear y/n's loud groan from down there.

"Let's just go," he says, turning around and teleporting out of the building.

[polina-me]

Inspiration has come to me sharply, therefore, here is the relationship of the Duck-McDuck family to "feminine" things and etc.

Della Duck

SHE HATES wearing skirts, dresses and makeup.

She admits that all these things are cute and all that, but the maximum that she will allow herself from the "feminine" is only long hair.

She may be interested in something, but she doesn't see herself in it.

As a child, she was often naughty and changed clothes with Donald, which is why she often got a kick in the ass, especially from the ancestors of the McDucks and grandma Duck, but in the end they resigned themselves.

She is offended that she is primarily seen as a girl, and not a pilot and/or an adventurer.

She likes to admire something feminine, but not in terms of "I want it too"

"Wow, this girl is so beautiful..." "Yeah, I wonder where she got this dress?" “what? Oh, well. Uh."

Donald Duck

As always, Donald is the complete opposite for Della and he LOVES "feminine" things.

As a child, he almost never quarreled with Della, and if she said she wanted to change clothes, then he just shrugged and changed. When McDuck's grandparents and grandmother Duck scolded Della for looking "not like a girl," he never understood why they couldn't change clothes. Grandparents McDuck and Grandma Duck stopped after he asked Hortense why they couldn't change clothes.

In the emo phase, he mastered makeup and learned how to work with hair and even had a wig!

When he got older, he realized that he was a femboy (you can also say crossdresser) and, fearing condemnation and ridicule from the family and especially Scrooge, began a double life with the name Dolores NiPato

Growing up, he began to give up his second life more often in favor of his family, arguing for himself like this: "I am already an adult man, I need to stop"

During the ten-year breakup, he wore a long skirt so that the triplet ducklings could reach out and attract his attention, but when they grew up, he stopped, fearing that he would set a bad example

Huey Duck

It's hard for me to say anything about him. Everyone remembers him as a trans girl, but I do not know my exact opinion about this, so I have two of them:

1. He is indifferent to women's things and does not mind wearing pink according to his mood. He can wear skirts and dresses, but mostly when he realizes that he is actually half-naked and in the mood. He wants to grow his hair out to see how it will look with sideburns. He can learn to wear makeup to help his brothers.

2. Transfem, but tomboy with long hair.

Dewey Duck

Like Donald, he loves women's things very much! But unlike him, the duckling is not afraid to show it, because Donald tried all the time to show him that he is normal, different, but normal

Sometimes he receives jokes from Huey and Louie in the style of "Oh, my lady, you are so beautiful today!", but often does not understand that this is a joke and is sincerely embarrassed and rejoices at the compliments, which makes his brothers feel a little awkward

Some days, she dresses up with Webby in the same clothes because it's cool and thinks it seals their union as brother and sister

He always tries to join the bachelorette party or ask Lena to teach him how to make up (for Lena it's exhausting, so she taught Huey how to make up so that he could teach Dewey)

When he was at school and wearing a skirt, he was bullied, but he could often stand up for himself and/or he was protected by Huey and Louie

When Donald was called to school because of Dewey's "inappropriate appearance", he made such a scandal that the principal was very afraid of him and the duckling sometimes compared Uncle Donald with his mother in his thoughts

He likes to show off his images and outfits in front of Della, even if they are stupid. Della loves them all. "YES! YES, BABY! THIS IS MY BOY! SHOW ME THE EMOTIONS!"

Louie Duck

He mostly doesn't care about clothes, he only wears something comfortable and/or expensive

Sometimes he may wear makeup, but he is mostly lazy

He loves different rings and bracelets, but he has almost no sense of style, so he had to be taught how to wear jewelry correctly

Will destroy your life if you say even one bad word about his femboy brother (and trans sister)

Webby Vanderquack

Just a girl🥰💕

Sincerely does not understand why pink is only for girls

She gets offended and angry when they call her "childish" because of her favorite color

Curse your soul to eternal torment in Hell for your words about Dewey and Holly (name for trans Huey)💀😈

Scrooge McDuck

Just an old man sticking to the old rules

In fact, he doesn't really care whether he wears women's clothes or men's clothes either. But fuck you with a cane if you say that kilt = skirt

Purely out of interest, he may ask about makeup or some feminine things for self-care

He can wear a skirt or a dress, he doesn't care. But he still feels embarrassed in these outfits because of his old considerations.

He doesn't even suspect that he caused Donald's injury💀

[mylovesebastian]

Hello tumblr!!

This is my first post here, and it’s literally just going to be me rambling about why I love Sebastian from Stardew Valley. I started playing Stardew about 4/3-ish years ago and have over 550 hours on it so far and Sebastian is my favorite marriage candidate. Now I hope to post about all the marriage candidates and my thought on them, why I like them or stuff that feels off. Idk maybe I’ll make a tier list when I’m done.

Anyways! Sebastian, my love🖤 (can’t remember the name of the mod but thanks to my wife for providing the photo!)

So starting off with the basics, he’s emo. That’s hot… not much else to say.

People like to talk about how marrying the candidates can stop them from having the future they dream of, Alex being a big football(I know it’s different but y’know) player or whatever. However you don’t ruin Sebs plan, yes he says he wants to go to Zuzu city but that’s to move away from his family, and while yes it is not a big change he his still moving out. He is arguably much happier on a farm with a wife/husband/spouse that helps make money and treats him nicely than alone in zuzu city.

This isn’t as important, more of an observation. He has a gigantic hyper fixation on frogs. This man could sit there for hours and tell you about all 5,000-8,100 types of frogs there are (maybe, i don’t know and neither does google).

I freak out when people do fan art of him. Any fan art really, but specifically ones that give him facial piercings. They make me go feral, and I cannot describe the feeling that fills me when I see the art. He looks like he’d build legos for fun and display them on shelves.

Again, not important but I feel like he’d listen to Ghost and SleepToken. I’m totally not projecting but he doesn’t seem heavy metal all the way but likes songs and bands that go somewhere in between or have different types of songs. He also looks like he had a massive Greek myth phase but is embarrassed to talk about it. I mean not saying everybody who plays DnD had a Greek myth phase but he plays a game like DND… enough said.

Whenever I do a Sebastian save I feel like I have to do it with a cat. I think he likes all animals but would feel too tired having a dog. He’d like a black cat cause he thinks they’re underrated and over hated but he loves all cats.

Anyways, this started as more of a reasoning of why I liked him and turned into head canons I made up with my wife about him. I also hope to do this with all the marriage candidates and maybe even the other towns people and whoever, making different saves to get a full romance experience with the candidates but it might take a while. If you have a certain request for the next candidate please go ahead and give them, I’m happy to rant about one of my favorite games.

Thank you for reading!!🫶🏻🫡