#i just love the sappy headcanons

[sam-loves-seb]

i, for one, love every post and headcanon i see about mickey wearing a little chain, a little necklace with an "I" charm on it, or some variation of this, but... let me flip it for a minute.

stay with me here.

ian wearing a thin gold chain with a small, circle shaped pendant on the end with the letter M engraved into it. mickey gave it to him last christmas, and even though he felt absolutely ridiculous even thinking about giving it to him, let alone going into a store and actually purchasing it with real money, ian's reaction when he opened the little velvet box was worth it. mickey helped him put it on that morning, and ian hasn't taken it off since.

he sleeps with it on, showers with it on, works out in the gym and does laps in the pool with it on. half the time ian forgets it's there, this lightweight gold chain he barely even feels, and the other half of the time he toys with the pendant, sliding it back and forth, making sure it lays flat on his chest, M side up. people ask him about it all the time, confused because neither Ian nor Gallagher start with the letter M, and ian beams at every chance he gets to talk about his husband.

someone asked him once if it was some kind of power play for mickey, pseudo-branding ian with his initial sitting between his husband's collarbones. ian laughed him off, rolled his eyes at the use of branding, and told him in great detail about the full name tattoo etched into mickey's chest.

ian doesn't care about that shit. he'd get mickey's full government name tattooed onto his forehead if he didn't think his husband would murder him for it. he's down that bad for him. ten years later and he still feels like he's fifteen some days, with butterflies in his stomach and too many emotions in the space between his ribs. he loves mickey, and he wants the whole world to know.

so, the wedding ring and the M necklace will have to do. for now.

[fruit-of-the-kaisarion]

ghoulette headcanon : love. how sunshine admires aurora as they sit in the ministries garden, it still thrives as it always has, mountain had taken over after primos death. the sun leaks through the thick leaves and makes a soft warm atmosphere for the sweet couple, a gentle haze of oranges and greens, pops of colorful flowers sticking out, its all sunshine could ask for. how sunshine cant focus on auroras words as she tells sunshine a story about all the silly things thats happened on tour, she just nods and hopes that grin on her lovers face never fades, ever. aurora knows shes not listening but continues anyways, it gets harder for her to contain her giggles as she notices sunshines gaze, filled with the purest love you can find, once she breaks they both sit there giggling joyfully, how could they not?

[gloriousmonsters]

picturing Velvette huddled up on a Hell doorstep 2 hours after she arrived making a list of possible ways to get some power as quickly as possible on a bloodstained cellphone she took off a corpse and it's like

create startup, get aqui-hired

become first hellfluencer

sugar daddy?

startup + collab with a celebrity for more attention

celebrity boyfriend?

become already powerful couple's third, profit

actually find people to work with who respect and value my skills and me as a person <- this one is a joke

and then a year later she's in bed, awake after vox and val have nodded off for once, looking at mockups of the Vee tower design on her phone, and brings up the old list for just a minute to cross everything else out and write in 'all of the above???'

[flynncorvus]

Voxxy, My Child.

I was listening to a sad song okay. Don’t judge me. (CW: Minor Swearing and like a Mini Rant) (CW: A very heavy StaticMoth shipper. If you don’t like it, leave) [I’ll compliment other ship art, like RadioStatic. I even read “Radio Healed the Video Star” on Ao3; good thing, please look; but my OTP is my StaticMoth babies.]

This man has taken over my life, him and Valentino. I’m actually pretty proud of this, I haven’t been able to draw Vox in awhile, but I stuck through with it and I was able to do relatively okay! It isn’t like my other drawings, when I just turn it purple, so that’s amazing. (It’s still a little purple, but fuck that shit) Please, I have been surviving off of Character AI for so long now lol- Mostly just doing shit like where the character I play just bursts into Vox’s room, scolds him for being a workaholic, and tucks him into bed. Because the man needs sleep I swear- Side note, I head-cannon that Vox hates caffeine, but he drinks it to stay awake. Valentino loves sugary stuff, and Velvette drinks it black (Because of course she does, she’s our queen) I swear, I have a need to pump out a ton of shitty art for The Vees. StaticMoth art, Solo art, Duo art, and of course; the Trio art. I have the urge to draw them sleeping, with Valentino using his wings as like a gigantic blanket. Oh! One more thing. I head-cannon that both Vox and Val hate people touching their broken antennae, because sensitive, but they allow their close friends/families to touch them. So like only the other Vees. That’s fun. Please, please, please! Drop off your head-cannons and random rants here, because I love reading them, and I’ll love reading yours!

[dustykneed]

what if i drew myself stress relief musical sapphics.... what then....

can you tell i've been. hmmm. stressed this week LMAO (anyways if you recognise these pairs like that's awesome and you're so cool genuinely! but this is so self indulgent who am i kidding xDD)

[flea-palace]

I wonder if Christine and Raoul lived to see the invention of airplanes and cars and if they did I wonder if they ever thought to themselves that "Erik would love to see this". On the negative side- WW1 on the horizon

rip erik you would have loved committing henious traffic violations in a 1926 mercedes benz 🙏

[mars-ipan]

some postgame doodles for pride month

[no-see-um-incorrect]

I thought of something really funny 

(this is before sweetheart met Milo)

So what if sweetheart started out as a cop and then got promoted to detective right.

Picture this 

Sweetheart and Marie have a similar commute to work where they stop at the same convenient store in the morning at the same time.

So you know they see each other often they get to talking they consider themselves good acquaintances.

Milo comes over for dinner at his folks house one night and Marie start telling him about this new officer on the force that is a sight for sore eyes 

“there’s this new officer on The force  that I run into on my way to work. And they look to be around your age Milo”

Marie trying to set Milo up is not a new thing. So he just goes along with it because he knows his Ma just wants the best for him.

“Is that so Ma.”

Over the span of a few months, Marie keeps bringing up this Cop now newly recruited detective. And Milo kept humoring her. 

And then he met sweetheart (same as we know)

 They were dating for a few months and then he takes sweetheart to meet his mom.

“Sweetheart. This is my Ma. Marie Greer.”

They both kinda stared for a second 

“mrs. Greer!”

“Oh my goodness! HI honey long time no see!”

“I’m a little confused do you know each other?”

“Milo hun. This is the sweet officer. I was telling yous about a few months back!”

And the rest is history

[erabundus]

HAPPY BLOG ANNIVERSARY!

it's  officially  midnight  here,  which  means  i'm  allowed  to  post  this!  so ...  happy  one  year  anniversary  of  enduring  the  plague  of  avalon  upon  your  dashboards!  alternatively,  thank  you  so  much  for  giving  me  a  place  to  babble  about  my  #1  favorite  comfort  character  who  has  experienced  zero  comfort.  (  i  swear  i  am  being  SO  NORMAL  about  this.  yes i did literally buy  cake  and  party  hats.  )  whether  we  speak  on  the  daily,  you've  just  gotten  here  or  anywhere  in  between,  i  want  to  extend  my  sincerest  gratitude  for  being  on  this  absolutely  wild  ride  of  a  blog  with  me.  there's  been  ups  and  downs,  but  ultimately  i  feel  like  my  passion  for  writing  has  been  ignited  stronger  than  it's  ever  been  before.  i  am  still  always  so  excited  whenever  i  get  the  chance  to  log  on  here  and  create  stories  with  all  of  you  —  and  i  wouldn't  have  that  opportunity  if  it  wasn't  for  this little  corner  of  the  internet  you've  helped  make truly special.

there  are  so  many  of  you  i  feel  lucky  to  have  met.  (  and  so  many  i  would  love  to  get  to  know  better,  too!  )  i  hope  we  can  continue  writing  together  for  many  more  anniversaries  to  come.  and  if  the  day  ever  comes  that  they  finally  pull  the  plug  on  this  cockroach  of  a  hellsite,  i'll  forever remember  this  community  as  the  rpc  that  got me to  laugh  at  petrichor.

have  a  wonderful  day  /  night!  i'm  sharing  the  cake  with  everyone  in  spirit.

[fiestylittlebeetle]

GC Malware gets really into games cause allot of the time in recovery he is BORED OUT OF HIS MIND

he likes playing horror games because he's not easily frightened (least of all by human concepts of horror) but sometimes they do get him. Sometimes he also plays dating Sims.

He also gets into romance novels, and TV Dramas. and has strong opinions of the characters choices

[mo-ok]

Dengeki Sentai Changeman

[anneapocalypse]

My shipping headcanons are just making the messy Scion dynamic out here better (read: worse) because since Ariane arrived, she and Urianger cannot stop smiling uncontrollably every time they look at each other, and Thancred and Y'shtola have to stand there and see that and not gag.

[jokerislandgirl32]

Zach Varmitech and His Tools Headcanons

I headcanon that Zach Varmitech has quite the collection of tools. He has tools he’s purchased of course, but many of the tools he uses to construct his inventions are made by his own hand. Zach will craft the tools to his liking so they serve purposes that normal, off-the-market tools cannot provide.

Many of the first tools he ever used were given to him by family members he cared about deeply, most likely family members who have passed. Whether they are broken, rusted, or on their last legs, he will not part with his tools because of the sentimental and significant value they have to him.

In addition, Zach has kept all the tools he ever owned or created. He keeps them all in a secure location, maybe a toolbox or cabinet. He goes to this location to examine his tools when he is struggling with ideas for new inventions.

Seeing his old, broken, and deteriorating tools reminds him why he started inventing, why it is important to him, why he loves it. The time and effort he’s put into becoming “the world’s greatest inventor” cannot be wasted, and he must continue on.

Oh and of course, Zach considers his tools his children too, lol.

[tracybirds]

ack, I was determined to get this finished up tonight before sleeping even though I already missed the genderqueer and genderfluid day for @thunder-pride but no matter! I'm not doing a readthrough bc oof i need to be asleep so any typos I missed I will fix up tomorrow morning <;33

Brains is making some upgrades to the iR suits, both for trans Gordon but also a little bit for himself....I hope you enjoy <333

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“Hey, Brains?”

“Y-yes, Gordon?”

The reply was automatic, Brains only half listening as he frowned and bent down over his workbench. Pieces of fabric and electronic parts were scattered in all directions, but his careful hands never hesitated as he worked on the newest upgrades to their suits.

“Do you think you could upgrade the hydrophonics system on Four?”

Brains looked up and blinked. If there was one constant across his career as an engineer, it was that interruptions always came at the moments that required the most delicacy.

They never seemed to occur during the more tedious moments of maintenance, or when he was merely adding final details that added nothing to the function. Always, always it was in a moment of inspiration, of innovation, of climatic concentration.

And if there was one constant across his time with the Tracy family, it was that the unexpected requests almost always were worth listening to.

He carefully lay the soldering iron aside and switched off the power.

“Why? Is it for someone’s research project, because I’ve told you before I’m not comfortable releasing data that could make the true scope of Thunderbird Four public.”

“No, no not that,” said Gordon, but his expression grew sheepish within seconds. “Okay, so maybe I haven’t thought about it fully yet, I just had the idea and I dunno, there’s just something inside me saying we’re gonna need it soon.”

Brains sighed. “Your squid sense?”

“Squid sense,” confirmed Gordon, hoisting himself up onto the bench in the little kitchenette opposite Brains. “Sound travels in water and greater sensitivity to the hydrophones, along with improved analysis systems, could help us pinpoint compromised structures much faster.”

“We’d need to develop a wider network to ensure we could triangulate the position,” murmured Brains, pulling up a holoscreen and beginning to type furiously. “Higher sensitivity means nothing if we can’t pinpoint the origin of anything we hear and the satellite array can’t penetrate deep enough. John, can you send me data for the current GDF ocean monitoring stations?”

“On it,” said John’s voice immediately. The family were well used to Brains’ sudden leaps in intuition and habit of requesting seemingly unrelated information without any preamble. “How high in classification do you need?”

“High enough to cover the oceans with a max radius around each station of 3000km.” Gordon’s face fell and Brains shook his head in response. “I’m not risking higher, International Rescue is already on shaky territory. Janus isn’t the only GDF operative who wants control over us and we mustn’t give them a reason to seize control.”

“You sound like Scott,” said Gordon, still pouting.

Brains hid a smile, torn between embarrassment and satisfaction.

“Done,” interrupted John, saving Brains from having to reply. “Anything else?”

“No, thank you John,” said Brains, nodding at him and running through the list. “Future project, I’ll let you know when it develops further. I suspect we’ll need a program.”

“Well, you have my number,” said John with a faint smile. “Gordon, you should rest while you can; there’s a storm system starting to intensify in the Northwest Pacific and we’ll need to be standing by if it makes landfall.”

“Sure thing, John,” said Gordon. “I’ve been practicing sleeping with my eyes open, getting real good at it now.”

Brains filed the proposal away, linking the compiled data and saving it into the folder containing all the suggested improvements that had been mentioned over the years. The folder for Thunderbird Four was at least twelve times bigger than the others, containing everything from more manoeuvrable propellers – “Brains, I’m sick of three-point-turning my way out of tight spots” – to the more impractical vacuum floor – “like the opposite of an air hockey table, it’ll be fantastic for cleaning up!” – and lots more besides. Gordon never seemed to mind that the vast majority of his ideas never came to fruition.

“What’re you working on now?” asked Gordon, peering down at the gear. “Increased frost tolerance? Electric self defence? Automatic Hood Destructor-nator?”

“Nothing so violent, I can assure you,” said Brains. “Sit down and do your ‘eyes open’ sleep while I finish this, then I’ll show you.”

“Right-o,” said Gordon with a smart salute and ridiculous grin. “Wake me up when you’re ready.”

Gordon didn’t sleep, but he didn’t talk either and left Brains to his work, fiddling with his holo-device and playing some sort of farming simulator. The hours ticked by and the circuitry inched closer to completion was every passing minute.

Finally, Brains lifted the suit, passing his hand carefully over the new display he’d added to the right breast.

Gordon seemed to know instinctively that he was done, or he’d been paying more attention than Brains had realised, because he jumped up at once.

“Oh cool!” he enthused, clapping Brains on the back. “What’s it for? You gave John lasers, do we all get that upgrade now?”

“No, this is something quite different,” said Brains quietly.

Gordon sobered immediately, taking in Brains’ serious look.

“Tell me more,” he said in the same gentle tone he used with the children he rescued.

Brains reached down to the wrist controls, and swiped to the new display containing personal information.

“I thought you might like to be able to make your pronouns more accessible. They’ll auto-translate according to region and languages heard by the radio receiver.”

He looked up, to see Gordon’s mouth moving without speaking, and flushed. “I’m sorry Gordon, I realise I may have overstepped. I’m sure you have more important things to worry about in the field, I just… know…”

Here Brains trailed off, his words somehow stuck in his throat.

“You just know what?” asked Gordon, his voice huskier than normal and to Brains’ horror he found his friend was fighting back tears.

“Oh my, I didn’t mean… that is I just thought that…” Flustered, Brains froze, halfway between stammering an apology and wishing very hard that the floor would open up and allow the earth to swallow him. He’d never wanted to put Gordon in such a position, and still he seemed lost for words.

Before he could make his excuses however, Gordon wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in tight for a hug. Brains squeaked, trying to escape and collect himself, but he soon realised that Gordon needed the contact and that the strange hiccupping noises were actually sobs.

“I’m sorry,” he said regretfully, wishing he’d never decided to make the addition a surprise, wishing he’d conducted his usual thorough process of consultation.

“Gordon laughed – a wet, warm chuckle against Brains’ neck – and pulled away. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for,” he said. “Happy tears, I promise. You’re right, getting misgendered mid mission’s not exactly forefront of my worries, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. I hadn’t realised how much until you gave me a way to communicate it, that’s all.”

Brains smiled, still feeling awkward. He’d gotten used to Gordon’s wildly swinging emotions over the years, but he still found their intensity unsettling and he breathed deep and slow as he straightened his shirt.

“Yes, well, I’m glad to do it.”

“Really, Brains,” said Gordon earnestly. “Thank you. You always seem to know which problems need solving before we even realise there’s an issue. This means a lot.”

Now was his moment, Brains knew. He had a perfect opening, with the one person who would understand better than anyone, so why was his knees knocking together in sudden fear?

“I-I…” he began, then swallowed past the sudden ache in his throat. “I s-suppose, that is…”

Gordon grabbed his elbow and steered him towards the sofa.

“No rush,” he said. “But sit down, you look like you might throw up.”

Brains breathed in deep, running through steady counts again as he inhaled and exhaled.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about pronouns,” he finally said, his voice more a squeak than the steady calm he’d practiced in the mirror. “And how maybe… I mean…”

He wanted to say it so badly but the words wouldn’t form.

“Did you want us to use different pronouns for you?” asked Gordon, eyes wide. “We can do that, I mean no sweat, everyone did for me and I must have changed them a thousand times before I felt I knew myself well enough and even then sometimes ‘he’ doesn’t fit right, and you’ve all been really good about it, so I get it and you don’t have to worry and–”

“Gordon,” interrupted Brains. “P-please, let me speak.”

Gordon feel silent at once, his ears flushing red with embarrassment.

“I don’t know how to describe how I feel right now,” said Brains, looking at his hands. “Gender feels so far away here. Every day that passes, I feel more and more like myself and less and less like the son my family expected.”

“You don’t have to know,” said Gordon. “You can take your time, try things out. Maybe you’ll find you like being a guy best and that’ll be okay too. Nothing wrong with exploring a little.”

Brains nodded quickly.

“Yes, exactly,” he said. “I want to find out for myself, that’s what I mean.”

“Cool,” said Gordon with a lopsided grin. “I mean that’s so cool, Brains. Anything spring to mind?”

Here, he hesitated again, thinking carefully. He’d never been one to leap forward blindfolded, had always taken the path most carefully considered, but here all roads seemed to diverge into equal uncertainty.

He had Gordon though, who’d walked this road before, Gordon and the rest of his family, all cheering for Brains as he took the first step and the next and the next.

“I think I want to try agender,” he said. “Not worry about it, go with the flow. Try using they/them perhaps?”

“Go with the flow,” repeated Gordon , drawing out the vowel as he danced in his seat. “I like it.”

“Yeah,” said Brains, trying on their new perspective for the first time. “It is very new for me, isn’t it?”

Their facial expression changed at once.

“Oh help, I’m not a go with the flow person, what am I doing?”

“Relax,” said Gordon, cuffing their shoulder. “You don’t have to change yourself to use new pronouns. Nothing wrong with reflecting or being steady. It’s about finding who you are in the midst of the eddies, right?”

Brains exhaled and nodded.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ve got this.”

[i-luvsang]

hi love !! 💌 came by to drop another request; hope ur doing well <33

what are some of your bf!yeosang headcanons!! what do you think he’d be like, what type of dates would he wanna go on, etc.?

hello darling !! this is a bit overdue but i was so so happy to write it <33 thank you lots for sending it in and i hope that you are doing well too !!! <33 here you are! i'm certain there will be a part two tbh because i will continuously and always have so many more thoughts about him ahsdkfjsk

[here4thedeer]

...i've been thinking abt aromantic angel dust lately