#him with his chickie nuggies i will SCREAM

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LOV headcanon time let's goo

Their spice tolerance

Shigaraki: 1/10. Bro CANNOT handle spice. You really think gamer boy who survives off of chickie nuggies and the occasional appy juice can handle spice?? You give him anything above "medium" heat level and he's done. He's cooked. He's begging his mom (Kurogiri) for help with a raspy, panicked voice

Kurogiri: 6.5/10. He doesn't really eat, like at all. But if he could, he'd be able to take a normal amount I think

Toga: 8/10. She has a weirdly high spice tolerance that no one can seem to explain. She doesn't brag about it cuz she doesn't even realize that most people have a much lower tolerance for it. She's always surprised when Shigaraki throws up from eating Indian take-out because it doesn't burn her at all

Twice: Either 2/10 or 7/10 and nothing in between. For him, eating spicy food is like a roller coaster ride. One second he'll be perfectly fine, then the very next he's screaming, then back to normal, then screaming, and so on and so forth

Dabi: 7/10. He was born with a very low tolerance, but had vowed to build that up by training his mouth to take it. He knows that his body can't handle hot temps, so if he can train his mouth to handle the hotness of spicy food, he absolutely will. He's gotta flex on Shigaraki as much as he can

Mr. Compress: 5/10. He got average. He doesn't seem like the kinda guy to really like spicy food. Tho his dark, wavy, almost curly hair suggests that he could have some Latino in him, he just doesn't really care for spicy food, so he hasn't built up his tolerance at all

Magne: 11/10. Her spice tolerance is INSANELY high for no reason. She can handle just about everything you could give her. You throw her on Hot Ones and she'll come out stealing the bottle of "Da bomb" for everyday use

Spinner: 4/10. He's the kind of person to fake not being affected by spice when there's people around. He'll try to keep a straight face, even when his eyes are watering so much he can't see and his nose is running faster than he thought possible. It's obvious to EVERYONE that he's in pain, but if Shigaraki's in the room, he mustn't show that (not necessarily Spinneraki, but it can absolutely be)

Tagging @moodyvoid

Not sure if you're still looking for headcanons, but here's a few for ya 👍

Bonus

Overhaul: -1/10. He thinks whole wheat bread is spicy.

[tenkoscumslut]

Overhaul, Shigaraki, Hawks, Dabi one shot

so their kids basically, how many they would have, their personality, how they would look so ye

and god thank you guys so much for liking all of these, they rlly mean a lot!!!

Overhaul

Quantity: 4 (he want’s enough kids to lead the Yakuza when he passes)

Katsuo (kaht suh oooh)

Yamato (yah mah tou)

Itzuki (eet su keigh)

Noboru  (no bou ruh)

Katsuo: He has Y/H color.  He is the smallest and youngest of the 4 kids.  He has bright golden eyes just like his father, and has dimples on both of his cheeks.

Personality: He’s extremely mischievous and loves to mess around with the henchmen.  When he isn’t causing trouble he is helping others.

Quirk: Heal

Yamato: He has a mix of both your hair colors, it’s basically just auburn hair with your hair color streaks

Personality: He’s adorable.  Just pure adorable, though his personality isn’t.  He loves to tease and is the cockiest child ever, when thing’s don’t go his way he screams and cries, which sorta reminds you of Overhaul.

Quirk: No Quirk

Itzuki: He is just pure adorable, and so is his hair color.  Itzuki loves to play with his toys, he is always by Overhauls side, just gazing up at him like he’s a god.  He likes to watch his brother, later on he develops germaphobe tendencies.  Thank god Overhaul knew exactly how to treat em.

Personality: Calm, quiet, extremely intelligent for his age.  He rather gaze around the world with round eyes rather than explore it likes his brothers do.

Quirk: It’s very similar to Overhaul’s quirk except he can only detach limbs, not even rebuild them.

Noboru: The eldest child of them all.  He looks exactly his father, and acts like him, calm stoik, he rarely shows emotion, but he does not like hanging around his father, he’d much rather figure out how to play House with his siblings

Personality: very very calm, he doesn’t talk much (only with his siblings), very charming and good looking, very kind when he wants to be, has a bit of sass, overall a good kid

Quirk: He heals people with his quirk in an Overhaul type of way.

Shigaraki

Quantity: 1

Akko: Just a bundle of pure joy.  He loves to waddle around the bar and play with everyone, even with Mustard.  He has baby blue hair, just likes his fathers, it has your hair texture, and everyone loves playing with his hair.  He has one red eye, the other one is your eye color.  You and Shiggy just love that.

Personality: Loud (he loves to squeal and giggle 24/7), adorable, he likes to do things on his own, but loves for everyone to be paying attention to him, a bit of a stuck up, the star in the bar.

Quirk: He can create a barrier, like a force field, and if anyone touches it they turn to ash.

Dabi

Yall not having kids. He does not want kids till he leaves the bar, or if its just unexpected, then yall only having 1 kid and it’s gonna be a secret or else Dabi will skin you alive. He doesn’t want to put his kid at risk.

Quantity: 0-1

Hira: girl, she has long white hair, similar to Fuyumis, with red streaks. You were confused at first because neither of you have natural white hair, but then Dabi revealed his identity and then it made sense.  She has Dabi’s eyes and your face shape.

Personality: She is a pretty cocky kid, she loves your guyses attention, she can be pretty mysterious, and she’s great at keeping secrets and lying.

Quirk: Her flames heal people rather than hurt them.  When Dabi found out he broke down it tears. LIke it was hard for him to comprehend those similar flames that destroyed him could bring so much beauty to the world. 

Hawks

Quantity: 2 (After the second you just said no to more kids bc the brith is hell)

Mareo

Miyo 

Maero: He’s very cute, he has his fathers wings, they are a brownish color, just likes Hawk’s fathers, and he has his grandpas hair, but he has your eyes.  When Hawks first saw him he just sat there and stared at the kid for 3 hours, while the kid kept whimpering and curling into him.

Personality: Silly, goofy, aloft, adorable, he loves to go on flights with his father all the time.

Quirk: He has wings which can set ablaze, kind of like Hawks and Dabi’s love child except it’s a brown flame (your quirk is healing, so whenever you heal someone a small flame bursts on the tip of your finger, and u use that to heal ppl)

Miyo: He also had wings, except there white with red streaks, there slightly larger than his brothers, so he constantly flaunts them and says he’s the superior child, though Mareo can beat him in speed.

Personality: Confident, silly, loves chicky nuggies, likes to sit down all day, flies a lot.

Quirk: Fierce wings, just a more advanced version.

that took longer than I expected, hope u all enjoy it <3 <3 <3

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gabi and reiner bro headcanons in a modern au pls!!

the chaotic cousins my beloved

Gabi + Reiner bro headcanons 🙏

no warnings

modern au

if reiner doesn’t buy gabi mcdonalds at least once a week she’s going to go completely feral and probably bark at him until he does. that being said she’s a little stubborn and will only accept the food if a... certain condition is met:

reiner: here’s your chicken nuggets gabi: reiner: [sighing] I got you chickie nuggies because you’re epic gabi: gimme

reiner has banned gabi from having energy drinks of any kind because he let her have a sip of redbull one time and within a few minutes she was quivering like a chihuahua and tripped over her own feet like three times

gabi has had the same favorite movie for years and she always makes reiner watch it with her so naturally he’s seen spirited away at least 30 times. however his favorite ghibli film is ponyo so the deal is that for every 5 times he has to watch spirited away, gabi has to watch ponyo

gabi was the flower girl at reiner and bert’s wedding which eren was in attendance of so when she passed him she shoved petals into his face then carried on like nothing happened

gabi is a feral child at school and gets into fights almost every other week so reiner has been called into “parent” conferences several times and the principal and teacher are usually questioning why an exhausted 21 year old man is showing up for a conference regarding a 12 year old. he says “it’s a rough story”

sometimes he has to get pieck to babysit her so she doesn’t blow something up without supervision. yes this is a lesson he learnt through experience

gabi has a lot of sleepovers with her friends where they do little makeovers on each other so sometimes she forces reiner to let her paint his nails for him so she can practice. she’s terrible at it so he’s kind of just 😑 the whole time

if gabi tells him he should adopt a kid he probably just goes “you have the dog” in reference to reiner and bert’s red irish setter, warrior. and of course why get another child when you already have like 4 of them (gabi and her friends)

gabi calls him a boomer for having matchbox twenty CDs in his car even though he’s literally 21 years old (though admittedly he’s not very tech savvy)

when she gets out of hand in public he either a. threatens to put her on a leash or b. picks her up from under the arms and holds her out at a distance like rafiki and simba. she kicks around and screams at him but can’t escape so he just carries her away for timeout. usually the leash threat is enough

she’s such a fucking pest like reiner will be trying to read and gabi just comes up and bonks him on the head with an empty water bottle, or she’ll t-pose in the doorway of his room early in the morning, or she’ll say incredibly obvious shit, such as:

gabi: you have a crush on my cousin, huh? huh? don’t you? bertholdt: ...we’re married?

they have a lot of dumb nicknames for each other that was started by gabi (naturally) and reiner didn’t indulge in it at first but eventually she started calling him “rhino-r” so he called her “gab-itha” which only fueled the fire. the nickname war is still raging

[spaceacethespookypan]

Space Aces Angel AU

This is a stand-alone fic where Alistair's an angel and Aeson is a human. Refer here for more info.

Worse things have certainly happened, Aeson is positive of that, but this is pretty bad. Okay, maybe not bad, more just insanely troublesome and inconvenient. To anyone else, it would probably even be a blessing. To be visited by an angel.

But for someone like Aeson, who just wants to live a quiet and uneventful life, who doesn’t even believe in that sort of thing, it’s one of the worst possible things to happen to them. It was a purely coincidental encounter, Aeson is certain. They’d come across a drunkard passed out on the bench at their bus stop and they don’t know what came over them, but they helped the young man that night before carrying on home. The next day, the man from the bus stop showed up at Aeson’s doorstep, claiming to be a fallen angel wanting to thank Aeson for their goodwill. And now the angel won’t leave them alone no matter how much Aeson asks him to. It’s been a very trying few weeks. “I’m working now, don’t bother me.” Aeson glances at the angel—Alistair—glaring harshly before leaving the living room. Aeson sequesters themself in their studio. They’re a freelance artist, allowing themself to work from home. Working’s been hard to do with an unwanted guest getting into trouble every minute of the day, so Aeson’s vowed they’ll get some real work done today to make up for the lost time before they get even more stressed out than they already are. They sit down, put on some music and get down to business. Aeson works for maybe fifteen minutes before there’s a scream for help elsewhere in the apartment. They want to ignore it and keep working but they can’t ignore the urgency in the angel’s voice.

Aeson paused the music, quickly saving their work. They hastily extricate themself from their desk and chair and rush out of their office into the living where they heard the scream originate. Aeson’t isn’t sure what they’re expecting to find. A bloody crime scene maybe. Or a scene of utter destruction maybe, from the way Alistair shrieked. They certainly weren’t expecting what reality has to offer. Alistair, an actual holy being, crouched atop the couch using a throw pillow as a meagre shield. He’s cowering pathetically, whimpering like a frightened animal. Aeson’t doesn’t see the cause for distress right away. They’re too busy internally mocking Alistair to notice. It’s only when the angel notices Aeson that they find out the source because Alistair oh so helpfully points it out, frantically pointing at Aeson’s cat. Ah, they know what happened now. “What’s wrong, now?” They still want to know and hear it from the angel himself though. Alistair’s hand shakes as he points at Nuggy Chicky, who is sitting down on the floor, grooming herself in a very innocently, but smug manner. As cats do. “It attacked me! Your feline beast bit me!” The angel wails. Aeson can’t see any visible marks or blood on Alistair so at most it was probably just a warning nip on Nuggy Chicky’s part and nothing more. “Well, were you bothering her?” Aeson asks condescendingly, showing no concern for the angel. Alistair turns shocked eyes on the human. “Are you trying to say I deserve to be attacked?” he demands indignantly. Aeson doesn’t confirm nor deny. Alistair huffs when Aeson doesn’t respond, his hand lowering from his assailant as he focuses on Aeson. “Even so,” Alistair starts to say, “doesn’t your beast know I’m an angel?” Aeson would’ve laughed in Alistair’s face if they were in a better mood, but with how annoyed they’re with the angel and all his trouble, they don’t have the energy to do so. “Even if she knew, she wouldn’t care,” Aeson deadpans, walking over to Nuggy Chicky. They kneel down, softly stroking the cat’s forehead. Aeson admires their pet fondly for a few seconds before glancing over to the angel with a very cold expression. It makes the angel flinch and Aeson enjoys the satisfaction blooming inside them. They’ve never intimidated an angel before meeting Alistair and it feels good to know they can. “You’re not as high and mighty as you think you are, especially to a cat.” Aeson has not been merciful with their blunt, cold reality checks towards Alistair’s inflated ego and sense of superiority over mortal beings. Alistair does not take these reality checks well and usually reacts like a bratty child. This time is now different. Alistair crosses his arms—something he learned from television much to Aeson’s annoyance—and frowns deeply, looking every bit the brat Aeson thinks of him as. “You don’t have to say stuff like that all the time, I get it already.” Oh. Aeson didn’t expect Alistair to react so dejectedly. He usually reacts hugely, saying more, yelling sometimes even, and he normally sounds much angrier. Aeson’s never heard Alistair sound so genuinely heard before. They stall, their hand stopping mid-pet atop Nuggy Chicky’s head. Aeson feels hot with an unfamiliar sense of shame. They need to leave, run away from the tension Alistair’s created. It’s making Aeson feel like the only asshole in the room. Which is preposterous because Alistair has been nothing but insufferable the entire time he’s been staying with Aeson. Aeson gets off the floor hastily and walks briskly back to their studio. They shut the door with a soft click. The clear, overwhelming sense of guilt working its way through them relieves Aeson because it means they’re not a completely horrible person with no hope for redemption. They just need to wait a bit and apologize to Alistair for being a rude asshole to him. Aeson resumes working with a distinct lack of motivation than before. They work for hours, managing to distract themself from the ever-growing guilt inside them from all the self-reflection of their past

treatment towards the angel. Okay, maybe Aeson didn’t fully distract himself, but they did manage to complete their work goal. “Okay, Aec, now that you’re done working, you have no excuse to avoid him. Now stop being a little bitch and go apologize for being a little bitch.” Aeson gives themself a rather harsh but daily needed pet talk after they finish putting all their work away for the day. Going back into the living room, Aeson rehearses in their head their apology, double-checking its sincerity and clarity before they deliver it. Alistair is found on the couch, staring at Nuggy Chicky as she grooms herself on the floor. He still looks hurt but no longer scared by the cat. If anything, Alistair looks intrigued by her. If Alistair notices Aeson arriving, he doesn’t show it. Standing in their own living room has never felt so awkward before. The quiet tension that settled before hasn’t dissipated at all, it’s only gotten worse. Aeson doesn’t know how to start now that they’re here. Apologizing seemed so much easier in their head. They know as the offending party, they should be the one to start, to break the silence themself, but Aeson doesn't know what to say that won’t just create more tension. They stand at the cusp between the living room and hallway, feeling like a fool with each passing second they don’t do anything. “How long are you going to stand there all quietly, human?” Alistair breaks the silence before Aeson can and they immediately regret not being the one to do it first. Taking Alistair’s question as an invitation, Aeson walks stiffly to the couch, stopping in front of the angel. Aeson’s never considered themself a coward. They’re not timid, not shy, and certainly not afraid of confrontation. They are, however, an awkward, asocial individual with very little experience when it comes to apologizing to others. Still, Aeon doesn't let their weaknesses stop or hold them back. “I’ve come to apologize to you.” They just go on and say it. Blunt and clear, that’s how they roll. “I realize now that my words have been hurtful to you on several occasions and so I’m sorry for the way I’ve been speaking to you.” That should be good. If they add too much, it could muddle everything up and they could end up ruining the entire apology. It does feel good, however, to have apologized. They still feel bad but their conscience feels lighter now that they’re trying to make amends. Alistair looks down at the floor, a contemplative expression forming. Such an expression makes the angel look so much older, more mature than his baby-faced appearance lets on. It reminds Aeson that they’re dealing with an immortal being, and they’re suddenly acutely aware of how disrespectful they’ve truly been towards Alistair. Such a thought has Aeson’s head swarming with all the different ways Alistair could enact revenge against them for their behaviour. The fact that the only bad thing Alistair's done in retaliation is simply verbal and nothing more says a lot about his character and level of restraint. Alistair’s silence has left Aeson thinking their apology wasn’t good enough. He doesn’t say anything for a good five minutes, leaving Aeson tense on their feet. They’re about to apologize again when the angel finally moves, lifting his head. He locks his gaze onto Aeson’s eyes, forcing them to look back. Aeson normally despises eye contact, but now isn’t the time to be focused on themself. “Thank you for the apology.” Alistair’s words sound careful like he’s reciting a script. He probably is. The angel has had to familiarize himself with how humans talk to each other culturally. “I’m sorry too. For earlier. You were right, I was bothering your feline and so she bit me.” Aeson quickly glances over to Nuggy Chicky at the mention of her. She’s laying on her side, sleeping. They focus back on Alistair. “She’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” Alistair nods, lowering his head, looking down at his lap. Aeson takes the lapse in conversation as an opportunity to sit down. They sit at the end of the couch as far

from Alistair as is allowed. Now that they’ve apologized and so has Alistair, Aeson doesn’t know where to go from here. It’s not like the two of them are friends. The room still feels awkward but it’s different now, a lighter, less intense sort of awkward. The kind that happens between strangers with nothing to talk about. Aeson is not about to engage in any sort of small talk though. They hate small talk and would rather subject themself to an awkward silence than participate in small talk. Alistair does not share this opinion. “So,” the angel starts, clearly still thinking of something to say. Aeson doesn’t move. “Is everything okay now? Are you still angry at me?” Alistair surprises Aeson. That’s not small talk. That’s big talk, deep talk. Aeson’t wasn’t expecting the angel to be so bold to want to talk feelings but then they remember he’s an angel and probably doesn’t know about humans and their reluctance to open up. Aeson shakes their head. “No. Not anymore.” Thinking back, they’re not sure if they were even really mad at Alistair in the first place or if they were just mad at themself for being such an unreasonable dick over the past few weeks. Aeson knows they’re not a paragon of kindness but they don’t want to actively be a bad person either, which they have been to Alistair since the start of their strange cohabitation. “Oh, I’m glad.” Alistair sounds disappointed like he was hoping Aeson would say more, open up more. Alistair slides across the couch not at all subtly, really, he makes quite a show of it, making little grunts of effort as he shimmies, shaking the cushions. Aeson watches in the corner of their eyes, wondering what the angel plans to do now. “Did you finish your work?” Oh, there’s the small talk. Alistair must’ve noticed that Aeson doesn’t want to talk about today’s conflict anymore. Aeson, against their better judgement, reluctantly nods, engaging in the small talk they hate. Alistair smiles at the reaction, his face lighting up like a child’s. “Then, could we do something together?” Aeson’s stoic expression cracks a bit, their jaw going slack. “You . . .” they start and stop, “you want to do something with me?” The notion that the angel actually wants to spend time with someone who’s always rude to him is shocking. Aeson’s first instinct is that it’s a trick, but Alistair’s too good for that. Sure, he’s annoying with a huge ego and superiority complex, but at his core, Alistair's one of the most morally purest people Aeson’s ever met. They attribute that to his literal angelic status. Alistair laughs like Aeson’s just a hilarious joke, further confusing them. “Of course,” he says easily, “why else am I here?” I want to be in your company. I’ve said so since the start.” The light, carefree tone in Alistair’s words set Aeson’s paranoid instincts at ease. “Okay.” Aeson decides not to fight Alistair on this. They’ve been a jerk for long enough. “What do you want to do?” If Aeson thought Alistair was a giddy child before, they’re floored by how he looks now. Alistair jumps off the couch and pulls Aeson to their feet. He drags them through their apartment, a destination already in mind. Alistair stops in front of Aeson’s studio. “Please, show me how you work.” Alistair doesn’t let go of Aeson’s hands. In fact, he squeezes, urging Aeson to say yes. They do and consequently spend the rest of the day indulging Alistair and his requests.