#i like thinking to hard about father brown headcanons

[oldermenfucker]

Hi! I'm not sure if your taking writing requests/ideas.. but I love your writing so I thought I'd ask!

My idea is that reader gets an occular migraine while working in the er and Abbot or Robby have to take care of her (either as reader × robby/ abbot, or as them being father figures for her).

If not no worries!

Omg bestie thank you so much!! It fills me with so much happiness to know you like my writing style🥹

I don’t have much knowledge about migraines by experience so I deeply apologize if something is incorrect! I did my research throughout the day and these are all based on what I’ve gathered from the internet<3

I’d love to take one shot requests but unfortunately I have too many ideas to write nowadays! Maybe one day I’ll open my requests but for now I’d like to go a headcanon/drabble type of thing with your idea!! I hope you like it🥹🩷

Also, headcanons & drabbles(at most 1k words) requests are open!

You’ve never had an episode in the ER before, you always took to your beta blockers, made sure you were hydrated, and slept enough between your shifts.

It was yet another chaotic day in The Pitt as usual, there were patients you coded for an hour, patients you prescribed a simple Tylenol for and sent some up into the OR.

So when a new patient comes through the doors with Princess, you start taking care of them in a second with Robby in toe, following you inside the trauma room.

You do everything you must do effortlessly, falling into a rhythm with Robby as he asks his questions and you answer them

So when you start to intubate the patient, he believes you’ve got it, and you think so too

But thinking is one thing and reality is another

Your vision starts to blur in one eye, but you ignore it, your mind not being able to comprehend what is actually happening while you are trying to focus on the patient

You believe it must be the lack of sleep, so you shake your head, blinking hard a few times before you look back down at your hands.

But it doesn’t stop there as much as you wish it did.

Not only your vision is getting blurry, but the light in the room turns burning bright, and your vision whitens in a second.

“Dr. King, intubate, now—“

The equipment in your hands is gone, and you feel how a strong pair of arms hands you by the waist, guiding you out of the trauma room in a hurry.

“I got you, sweetheart,” you hear Robby whisper, but you can’t see him with how tightly you are squeezing your eyelids, trying to get rid of the blinding spots in your vision.

He opens the door to another empty room, locking it before he pulls the curtains, turning off the lights quickly and leading you to the bed.

You grab his arm as he helps you up, your heart racing in panic but Robby’s protective touch calms you down at least a little.

“I’ll be right back, alright?”

You can only nod, sitting up on the bed as you blink a few times, groaning when you can’t do anything to prevent the coming pain in a few minutes.

“Are you nauseous?” He shuts the door and locks it again, sitting on the bed next to you as he hands you a glass of water and acetaminophen to help, “Dizzy? Perhaps a headache—“

“I’m fine,” you say, but the words come out in a harsh snap, and you cringe at your own tone, “It’s nothing, thank you, Robby.”

“You could be having a TIA—“ he tries to explain, his chocolate brown eyes filling with nothing but pure worry, “Let me help you, sweetheart.”

“It’s nothing like that,” you sigh, closing your eyes, knuckles turning white as an awful throbbing starts on the same side of you were having visionary problems, “It’s a retinal migraine—“

“Did you take your meds? Fuck, why didn’t you tell me— lay down, put this on your forehead,” he scolds you gently, lowering you on your back with a hand behind your neck, kissing your forehead before he replaces the cold compress with his warm lips.

“I didn’t wanna worry you,” you explain softly, squeezing his trembling hand as you try to relax, hissing at the coldness of the pack on your head, “Besides, it shouldn’t have happened anyway. I took my beta blocker this morning before I got here. I’m just unlucky it seems.”

“I’m gonna tell Dana to keep an eye on you for the rest of the shift—“ he tells you, pulling out a blanket to cover your body, “You won’t leave this room until I’m done for the day, alright, sweetheart?”

“I can work, I swear—“You try to sit up but his large palm pushes you back down with a softness you didn’t know he had in him, “Robby…”

“Absolutely not,” he shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest, “You’ll rest. I don’t need you to hurt yourself, okay? You’re my patient now, and I’d hate to cuff you to the bed just to keep you from running after another incoming trauma.”

“I’m not Myrna—“

“No, you’re worse, sweetheart,” you chuckle and he cracks a smile, reaching to caress your cheek, “I need you to take care of yourself now, I’m gonna tell Dana to to put you on IV fluids since I’m pretty sure you’re dehydrated and running on three hours of sleep.”

“I don’t ever wanna be your patient again,” you try to joke while the pounding is still there but luckily the medicine is kicking in slowly, “I’ll be fine, go save some lives.”

“Fine, but I’ll probably be worried sick for the rest of the shift,” he leans down, pushing the cold compress aside for a second to peck your forehead then your lips, pulling back just a little to look into your eyes as you open them slowly, “Better?”

“The headache is manageable but my vision has been better than this,” you sigh lovingly when you see his worried frown, “Doctor Robby, I am going to be just fine. Now get out and let me rest in peace.”

“Holler if you need anything, or tell Dana. She’s gonna babysit you for the next few hours,” he kisses you quickly before he walks out and closes the door behind him.

[yanderestarangel]

HEADCANONS JKK | STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO

TW: ftm reader, praise, degradation, oc nanami (I think), manipulation, step!incest, sub!reader, dom!nanami, recorded!sex, threats, blowjob, v!sex, afab anatomy, forced feminization, use of lingerie, degradation, dark!smut, breeding, creampie, daddykink.

smut confectionery event ┆ SUNDAE ┆ forced feminization, record sex, headcanons. ˖⁺ ⊹୨ "stepfather + stepson" ୧⊹ ⁺˖

˖⁺ ⊹୨ 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝔀 ��𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓭𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝔀. 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 ୧⊹ ⁺˖

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𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮<3

♡ 𝐒𝐅𝐖 ♡

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who started dating your mother because it was convenient for him to have company, he didn't really love her, but he was already forty years old and needed meaning in life. But he didn't expect that he would meet the new obsession of his life in an unconventional way... You, the son of his future wife.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who was astonished by your beauty and beauty, he asked your mother everything about you ─ what college you went to, what you liked or didn't like and even more intrusive details, in this case if you had a boyfriend or girlfriend. Your mother answered some questions and he diverted her focus by saying "They were questions to try to be a good enough stepfather." You on the other hand didn't like his intrusion into your life and home... He noticed that and soon thought of a way to try to turn things around in his favor.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who knew you didn't like the idea, initially your instinct said internally that there was something wrong there, but you couldn't get in the way of your mother's happiness, and he would use everything to his advantage. He started complaining to your mother that you didn't accept him as a father figure, making your mother give you an hour-long lecture talking about how his co-worker and now boyfriend was good to you and tried to be your father even if you didn't let him. Kento smirked when he saw your angry face, he knew that now you would have to let your guard down with him and finally he could act according to his initial plan.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who deliberately goes shirtless and has sweatpants hanging loosely around his hips every morning in the kitchen. He smiles at you while the blonde hair falls on his face and the purple circles under his eyes and the woody perfume that leaves his skin, a happy path of hair would shyly follow to his crotch, giving an extra touch to his muscular appearance, especially the thick veins that they continued from his arms to his biceps. He would smirk at you as he would ask you if you slept well and if you were hungry ─ he would still see the reluctance in your eyes and would approach you, kissing the back of your hand lightly. "I'm not your enemy pretty boy... I just want to be the best for you, you know that right?" The blonde man's voice was husky and seductive, like a balm, as if he was bringing you into a tempting trap.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who makes you feel sorry for him, manipulating you, saying that your mother didn't pay as much attention to him as she did at the beginning of the relationship and how he needed to work extra hard to make up for your household bills, saying that you were the only person who still paid for him staying in that house and putting up with your mother... ( Which was a lie, Nanami did everything he lied that your mother did, he ignored her and preferred to spend his money to buy you gifts or even buy you a car go to your college. ) he would look at you with his brown eyes eyes and place a hand on your thigh. "You'll never leave my side... Right my dear son?"

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who gradually manipulates you into staying on his side every time your mother fights with him. Saying that you can't sleep in his room because she doesn't want him there and asking if he can sleep on the floor in your room ── mentally he will be praying for you to accept that he stays in the room and offer your bed to him. If you do the second option, the blonde's heartbeat will accelerate to the point where you can hear the sound of his heartbeat. He couldn't sleep that night, controlling himself as much as possible not to touch you and make you his even in your sleepy state. Nonetheless Kento couldn't, he wanted you to want him equally as he wanted you.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who encouraged your mother to accept the company promotion and go traveling with her bosses for days to be alone with you. He calculated exactly when she was going to leave and called the company to say that he was sick and couldn't make it, returning home to be with his sweet stepson and finally putting his final plan into practice. Make you his little toy.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who waits for you to arrive from your appointment while happily cooking a meal for you; He saw you notice his effort and place an innocent kiss on his face. As he resumed preparing the dinner, his fingers trembled slightly over the stove. He couldn't help but think about how your kiss felt on his cheek, the warmth and tenderness that radiated through him. His mind raced with thoughts of you, imagining the future they could have together. He didn't just want to be your father figure, but your lover, to adore every inch of your body just for him.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who listened intently to you and your day out at college, with his eyes always trying to find yours. "That's wonderful, darling," he praised, his voice velvety smooth. "You truly are such a good boy, always taking your responsibilities seriously." He came closer, running his thumb over your lower lip and feeling like it was the perfect opportunity ─ Then Nanami couldn't resist any longer. Leaning in, he captured your lips in a searing kiss, his hand sliding up your thigh beneath the table. His tongue probed your mouth eagerly, tasting the sweet essence of your youth. "I want you so badly, lad." he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "I've wanted you since the first day I laid eyes on you."

♡ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 ♡

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who soon made you submit to him with dominance and words of affection, bending you over the table and sticking his thick, veiny hand into your underwear ─ finding your clit easily and applying the necessary pressure to make you moan and whimper beautifully. "Such a good boy, submitting to your stepfather," Nanami purred, his fingers expertly stroking your clit through the fabric of your underpants. He savored the way you responded to him, your moans filling the room like music to his ears. He slipped his finger into your damp entrance, coating it with your arousal before pulling away. "Is that what you want, my prince? To be touched by me? To be owned by me?" He asked, his voice husky with lust. "Tell me, and I promise to give you everything your heart desires." With a satisfied hum, he stood up abruptly, all traces of gentleness gone. Kento had finally trapped you in his trap, and you fell like a needy bunny.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who forced you to wear expensive lingerie that he bought for you. The silk and lace fabric was short and hugged your curves, practically not even covering your breasts ─ your cunt wet your panties while you saw your stepfather's hands wander to your cell phone and press the record button, starting the perverse and forbidden little show of you two. "You're so eager for me, aren't you, my pretty little boy... You're such a slut for me." He circled around you, the camera capturing every angle of your shapely body adorned in the delicate lingerie. His fingers trailed along the lace, teasingly grazing your sensitive skin. "Spread your legs wider, boy," he commanded, his voice low and commanding. "I want to see that wet pussy of yours, ready and waiting for me."

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who saw you obediently followed his instructions, your arousal evident through the soaked fabric of your panties, Nanami couldn't resist a chuckle. "Look at you, my dumb, pretty boy..." He mocked as he pinched one of your nipples behind the thin silk fabric of your bra, making you moan like you were in heat. "Now, keep being a good boy and suck daddy's cock, can you do it right?"

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who forced you to suck his cock, pulling your hair while you felt the tip of his dick massage your soft cheeks. His camera clicked steadily, capturing your submission, sealing your fate as his willing pawn. Though he had no intention of betraying you, the threat hung heavy in the air, a tool to keep you obedient and submissive. "You know what happens if you disobey, don't you?" He warned softly, thrusting into your mouth rhythmically. "Your mother will see exactly what her little boy has become." Nanami threatened between moans, as he took his dick out of your oral cavity and slammed the hard shaft into your warm and wet tongue.

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who dragged your panties to the side and rubbed the hot tip of his fat cock across your swollen clit, seeing the quivering mess you were. Slowly, methodically, he began to pump into you, your moans filling the room like a symphony of surrender. Each thrust drove him further into your core, claiming you as his own possession. "Such a good boy, taking it like a whore for his stepfather.... Beg for more, prince," He commanded, leaning down to kiss your neck. "Beg for my release, for the chance to carry my child, You want daddy to make you daddy too, don't you? You're going to be a beautiful father baby boy...Carrying my children around like the beautiful man you are." His fingers would find your clit, rubbing it in firm circles, intensifying your pleasure. Your moans grew louder, filling the room without caring if the neighbors would hear or not. "That's it, my sweet boy," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "You're doing so well, taking me so obediently."

STEP!FATHER NANAMI KENTO - Who fills you to the brim with his hot, thick seed, the tip of his cock rhythmically hitting your sweet spot even as you tremble and feel completely filled by him. He takes his cock out of your sensitive hole while sticking three fingers inside, He would soon look into your eyes and smile. "You're going to be a daddy's boy and save all my seed right?" With a quick pat on your head, he turned off the camera and pocketed his phone. "Good boy," he muttered, already planning the next encounter. "Don't disappoint me." Though the threat still loomed, it was clear that Nanami found satisfaction in his domination. After all, what better way to ensnare someone than through their deepest desires? And you, dear boy, were caught in his web.

𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂'𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮....𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼 🍰

[hollowed-theory-hall]

I decided to practice some profiles and ended up drawing a bunch of HP characters based on book quotes. (I have 2 more pieces like this with some of the adult characters. I will clean them up and post them too).

Under the cut are the quotes I used as references for the characters' appearance, because too much research went into that.

Harry gets two whole posts about his looks - here & here. But I also want to note this line:

We even look something alike...

(CoS)

And we know Tom is hot, and Harry is also seen as hot by other characters.

(His scar isn't here since I place it on the other side of his face)

Ron doesn't have as many quotes, but this one covers almost everything about his appeaence:

He [Ron] seemed to have grown several more inches during their month apart, making him taller and more gangly-looking than ever, though the long nose, bright red hair, and freckles were the same.

(OotP)

His blue eyes are from a JKR interview, I could not find a mention in the books:

MA: What color are Ron's eyes? JKR: Ron's eyes are blue. Have I never said that, ever? [JKR covers her eyes.]

(From JKR)

Edit: @blue-cookies-and-wise-owls replied with the book quote regarding Ron's eye color:

Ron was breathing heavily: His eyes were no longer red at all, but their normal blue; they were also wet.

(DH)

Hermione also got her own post here.

Ginny is talked about here. But I will add this quote that tells us Ginny is good-looking (because Harry doesn't really mention it):

“Potter, precious Potter, obviously he wanted a look at ‘the Chosen One,’ ” sneered Malfoy, “but that Weasley girl! What’s so special about her?” “A lot of boys like her,” said Pansy, watching Malfoy out of the corner of her eyes for his reaction. “Even you think she’s good-looking, don’t you, Blaise, and we all know how hard you are to please!” “I wouldn’t touch a filthy little blood traitor like her whatever she looked like,” said Zabini coldly, and Pansy looked pleased. Malfoy sank back across her lap and allowed her to resume the stroking of his hair.

(HBP)

Luna has two main quotes I used:

The girl beside the window looked up. She had straggly, waist-length, dirty-blond hair, very pale eyebrows, and protuberant eyes that gave her a permanently surprised look. Harry knew at once why Neville had chosen to pass this compartment by. The girl gave off an aura of distinct dottiness.

(OotP)

“Can you?” said Harry desperately, turning to Luna. He could see the bat-winged horses reflected in her wide, silvery eyes.

(OotP)

Her hair is "dirty blond" but her eyebrows are "extremely pale", so I tried to balance these two contradictions with JKR's depiction of her.

Neville doesn't have much mentioned about his coloring (though JKR mentioned it in an interview), but he is said to look similar to young Pettigrew — so, I went with blond hair (though not the same shade I gave Pettigrew). And brown eyes, because I think it suits Neville.

Looking around, he saw Neville’s pale, round face flat against the floor.

(HBP)

Sirius Black blasting Peter Pettigrew (who resembled Neville Longbottom) into a thousand pieces.

(PoA)

Now, to me, Neville's short and plump and blond,

(from JKR)

Theo has basically nothing about his appearance, so this is very much in my headcanon space. Literally the only thing I know about his appearance is that he looks "weedy" and "stringy" — so thin and tall.

together with a weedy-looking boy Hermione whispered was called Theodore Nott.

(OotP)

a stringy Slytherin boy standing just behind Goyle was watching the horse eating with an expression of great distaste on his face

(OotP)

Draco has a lot of quotes about his appearance, and they're all very consistent so here are a few:

The man who followed could only be Draco’s father. He had the same pale, pointed face and identical cold, gray eyes.

(CoS)

Malfoy, who had a pale, pointed, sneering face

(PoA)

Harry did not dare look directly at Draco, but saw him obliquely: a figure slightly taller than he was, rising from an armchair, his face a pale and pointed blur beneath white-blond hair.

(DH)

[skatingbi]

So hear me out on my headcanon guys:

Sanji with heterochromia (i cant spell that fuckin word man..) where one eye is blue and another is brown. He always hides the blue eye.

The first one to notice is Zoro, who is immediantly like "holy shit youre eyes are pretty" and sanji is like "what the FUCK"

Actually fuck it im gonna write about this nobody can stop me.

Sometimes, on lonley nights in the gallery, when Sanji is busy prepping, he looks in the reflection of his knife. Underneath the frizzy mess of a fringe that is part of his hair reveals the blue eye he struggles looking at. He stares, scrutinizing that light blue in the gleam of his knife gripped tightly in his hand. He looks away to force his attention back on prep work. His hands are always slightly unsteady after those moments. He always ends up with a cut on his hand one way or another on those nights.

When Sanji was a kid, his brothers would use his heterochromia as a weapon against him. He was the freak with two colored eyes. They would say his blue eye was creepy, too. Not only was he weak but also too different to be called their brother.

When you're a kid, you take these insults to heart. Eventually, when you're barely into adulthood, they'll still plague you. They become a part of you, just like how Zeff's teachings became a part of Sanji.

Judge looked at his eyes with disgust masked by indifference. It was another reason for Sanji to assume why he was the failure. The outcast. The runt of the litter.

His mother had blue eyes. She always claimed Sanji got his blue eye from her because her father had heterochromia, too. That was the only time little Sanji felt normal. When she died, Sanji started to grow out his hair to hide the only thing he had left of her: her eyes.

Now, Sanji still hides her eyes from view. Realistically, Sanji is fully aware that none of the crew would give a rats ass what he looked like. Regardless, old habits die hard. He feels safe under the mask he made for himself. As he goes about preparing lunch, perhaps grilled sea king again with how luffy is always eager to fight those things, he lets his mind wander to his eyes more. While hands expertly move through his knife like an extension of his body, he thinks about the mess of blond hair that's always in the way. He'd never admit it out loud, but his hair actually bothers him. Since it started growing out, it gets everywhere; his mouth, in his eyes, and tangled in the buttons of his shirt. Is sanji happy with his longer hair? Absolutely. It's a nusiance to leave it down constantly, though.

As he's thinking this, he's blowing the fringe of hair covering his face out of the way every so often so it stops tickling his nose. He continues to evenly slice through a portion of sea king meat until somebody, Nami he realizes immediantly, speaks up.

"Do you need a hair tie, sanji?" Nami asks sweetly. Her smile is radiant, as always, while she looks up from the map shes been studying. Sanji didnt even realize Nami came in and made the kitchen table into a study until now, but he doesnt dwell on it. Nami is welcome in his kitchen, after all.

"Oh no, thank you, Nami-swan! I think I just need a haircut soon," Sanji lies as he's moving through the kitchen. He gives Nami a quick smile before turning back to the meat on the cutting board and avoids Nami's gaze under the disguise of being busy. His lie wasn't as believable as he wanted it to be, especially when he's stumbling over his words while he is usually eloquent with them towards Nami and Robin.

"But until then, you should take one! I probably have hundreds lying around my room anyways," She says. It's a peace offering designed to be in Sanji's language of communication. It secretly says he's getting that hairtie whether he wants it or not, and Sanji is weak enough to accept the offering. He takes the hair tie with a grateful smile, wrapping it around his wrist and going back to his current task. Nami and Sanji work in comfortable silence after that, but the hair tie weighs on his wrist like a weighted bracelet.

A few days pass by. Through every single one, he stares at the hair tie in the morning. He really should tie his hair back. It reaches his shoulders for gods sake, and it keeps getting in his mouth - but that small part of him that clings onto grief like its all that he knows refuses to. He doesn't think he can bring himself to share the only part of himself that he truly loves deep down. What if the crew really thinks it's weird? What if his brothers are right?

These what if's roam in the back of his mind. They lurk just beneath the surface like an unknown predator hidden in murky water. He ignores it along with the anxiety that crawls up his throat every time he looks at his wrist.

Then, a week passes by. Now he's in his kitchen making a simple breakfast for his nakama. Franky, in particular, will enjoy this since his tastes lie within American style food most of the time. He focuses on seasoning the eggs, some of them cooked differently to cater to everyone's tastes. While he goes through the familiar and therapeutic motions of cooking, the door opens to reveal an annoying head of mossy hair and the steady noise of three swords bumping each other at the hip.

" Oi, go to sleep in your own bunk. I dont need you stinkin' up my kitchen while im trying to work." He utters without looking up from the stove.

"Why can't I just sleep here shit cook?" Zoro grunts. Sanji hears him shuffle around on the gallery's couch behind him. He's probably lying down, or maybe he'll sleep sitting up again, or maybe he'll watch Sanji cook. That's the most irritating one, which usually ends up with them fighting out on the deck one way or another.

"Because youre fuckin' annoying, get out."

"The hell I am, I'm taking a nap here."

"Oh my - You know what?" Sanji whips around to glare at Zoro, making sure the knife he was using is now in his hand to point at the source of his ire, "Fine, but if I hear a single snore out of you I'm kicking you into the ocean!" He threatens and turns around to finish up with breakfast. By now, all he has left is pancakes. The batter was prepped earlier, so now it's just focusing on pouring evenly. It's task that's menial but still important to him regardless.

His hair is covering his face too much. He tries to shake his head to flip it to the side. It falls back to where it was before he can pick the bowl of batter back up. He brushes it over his shoulder, and it simply flows back over it. He blows his hair out of the way, a classic move, but not even that works and he's slamming the bowl down on the counter before he can even stop himself and walks away from his work to grab the hairtie from around his wrist. In a few fluid motions, he ties his hair back haphazardly into a poor attempt at a low bun, but it's out of his face, and now he can focus.

He's too deep in concentration to even remember that he has heterochromia in the first place. Cooking lowers his guard unlike anything else in the world. The gallery acts like a safe space and cooking is his comfort. He still forgets, too, while calling for Zoro to get his lazy ass up to help since he's decided to loiter in his kitchen.

"Hey moss, if you're gonna laze around my kitchen, set the table for me." His request demand is met with a middle finger, which Sanji gladly returns as he walks over to the couch to kick Zoro on the stomach. The half asleep annoyance is now suddenly alert and glares at Sanji for a moment before it's quickly replaced with a look Sanji has yet to add to his mental notes he likes to call "Marimo Dictionary". Zoro's eyebrows are slightly raised, and his eyes glitter with something Sanji rarely sees. He's never been able to place a name on that look. Now he's confused. "What? Dont give me that youre tired crap youre not fuckin 10." He says.

Zoro is still looking at him, though, and now Sanji looks back with confusion because what the fuck is he-

Oh. His eyes.

Shit.

Sanji rips the hairtie out of his hair at light speed, probably pulling a few strands out by accident in the process but he could honestly care less when theres something more important. Like whatever the fuck just happened.

Before he can turn away and go set the table himself to distance himself from the marimo, Zoro's hand moves suddenly to grab his wrist, stopping him from running away.

"Wait, wait, hold on," Zoro pleads. And what the fuck. Zoro has never said anything like that and its fucking with Sanji's head because what the fuck. "You...uh." He continues in his signature graceless way. "Your eyes..." He pauses after that, sitting up and looking at Sanji, but not just looking, he's looking.

"Marimo," Sanji's own voice is riddled with anxiety with how shaky it is now. "Let me go dumbass," He demands but it could have been mistaken for him begging with how much he's struggling to keep himself together.

He's anticipating the worst. He knows what he's expecting. Sanji has experienced it countless times before, and he's aware he will again right now while a pancake is probably burning on the pan for all he knows.

It doesnt.

Zoro is looking at him still, maintaining eye contact but also darting between both eyes. He's looking at him like those golden eyes are looking into his soul and its too much.

It's too much because Zoro's response is uncharacteristically soft in so many ways. Zoro speaks to him like he's speaking with reverence, "Your eyes are beautiful."

Sanji shatters on the gallery floor there. His soul is bare for Zoro to see suddenly and that terrifies Sanji. Nobody has ever told him he's beautiful. Especially his eyes. He yanks his wrist from Zoro's grasp and speed walks to the stove to turn it off and remove the burnt pancake from the pan. He doesnt respond. He cant, not when his heart flutters when it should have been anchored down by rejection.

Then, Sanji walks up to Zoro, grabs onto both his shoulders, pushes him out the gallery door with surprisingly little resistance, and slams it shut. He leans against the door, sliding down until he's sitting on the floor with his head tucked between his knees. His face is burning and his face is probably red like a tomato right now. He stares at the ground with wide eyes and a weirdly giddy feeling in his chest and stomach nearly akin to happiness but also dangerously close to feeling freaked the hell out.

"What the fuck."

[creedslove]

MAKING OUT WITH THE BRIDE'S FATHER - JOEL MILLER HEADCANONS ✨

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: the reason why I love Pedro so much is that he always makes me feel alive no matter how bad the situation is 💟

A/N #2: besties I'm so sorry about this Headcanon, I know it's sooooo bad, but I had the idea several weeks ago I think I don't really remember and I've been writing a little bit every day since but I went through a lot in a short time and I lost inspiration but at the same time it was really bothering me to see it lying in my drafts unfinished, I'm sorry it sucks, but I love you all 💕

• you met Sarah Miller when she was only a freshman girl, completely lost in her first day of college after she was dropped off and looking like a scared little deer even if she tried assuring you she was alright

• you were a few years older than her and you'd been there, so you pretended to believe she was alright but still offered her some help to get her dorm organized and simply find herself around campus; she quickly accepted it and that was how your friendship had started

• during the semester, you became one of Sarah's best friends; as you were always there to help her out, advise her or simply offer her some company or comfort the days she felt lonely and missed her family too much - you knew she didn't know her mom and she was raised by her dad and her uncle which you thought it was pretty awesome of them, but other than that, you didn't actually hear much about them, as you both often talked about other stuff

• and so the years passed and soon enough Sarah was graduating and marrying her college sweetheart, Ben, who'd been introduced to her by you during a party, so it was more than exciting to be invited to that beautiful party

• so you packed your bags, got yourself a decent place on Airbnb and went to Austin, to celebrate the wedding of your beloved friend, due to conflicting schedules, you could only get there a few days before the wedding, which ruined your plans of meeting Sarah's family, having dinner together and getting to the city, since the most you were able to do was just handle the last adjustment and details for your dress, help Sarah with the arrangements for the party and of course, party hard in her bachelorette party

• the bachelorette party was partially organized by you, as you never really knew how those things were supposed to go, other than just the scenes you saw in several movies, should you go to a male strip club? Should there be men half naked rubbing themselves against you and your friends? You weren't so sure, so you talked to Sarah and you picked a nice nightclub to dance and drink

• so you and your group of friends hit the club, all in your best clothes, nice heels and Sarah wearing a cute little party veil so everyone would know she was the bride to be. The night was perfect and you danced and drank as much as you wanted, knowing you could just call yourself a Uber to go home

• you stayed until the end of the party, your group of friends had all left home in different Uber rides and Sarah was picked up by Ben just some moments ago, so you grabbed your purse, paid for your part of your check and went to the parking lot, since your uber wouldn't take much to get there

• and that was when you saw him: easily the most handsome man you'd ever seen, older than you of course, tall, broad, brown hair salt and peppered and leaning against his truck. He seemed to be waiting for someone, but his attention was immediately shifted towards you, and he couldn't pay attention to anything else

• you just caught Joel's attention as you walked out of that bar; you didn't seem drunk or wasted, but definitely a little tipsy and while he wasn't a creep - Sarah had accidentally called him and asked him to pick her up and there was no way in the world he wouldn't come for his little girl, even if she wasn't little anymore and was going to be a married girl in a couple of days

• and even when she explained to her dad that she didn't mean to call him and he didn't need to pick her up because she was already going home with Ben - clearly drunk, which bothered Joel but he couldn't actually do anything about it - he said he was just going back to sleep, omitting the fact he was already at the parking lot waiting for her. She wasn't a child anymore, but he really missed when she was one because then, she would still be his sweet little Sarah wearing her cute star PJs to bed, and not exiting the club completely drunk like she did a while ago

• but all that whining went away in the blink of an eye once Joel spotted you, because he couldn't recall seeing a better looking woman at a bar in so fucking long, that or it was because he hadn't gotten laid in so long, his balls might've been blue but he wasn't just gonna empty them on the first woman he saw, so he just kept using his hand for it

• but you... He swallowed hard and decided to take a few steps towards you, after all, it wouldn't hurt just to make sure you were doing okay and no creeps were bothering you, because he wasn't a creep, he just wanted to make sure you were alright

• and when you saw Joel walking towards you, you felt your breath caught in your chest. He was so freaking handsome, big and manly, the kind of man to put you on all fours and fuck you while he whispers into your ear what a good girl for him you really are

• and you didn't remember much of your interaction with him, when you realized what you were doing, you were pressed against the hood of his truck, kissing him hungrily while his strong hands squeezed your body and roamed all over you; your hands messing up with his curls, tugging at them slightly as you moaned into his mouth, against better judgement you could let yourself be fucked by him at that moment

• however, you didn't even know his name, it was a dangerous game your body begged you to play, but your rational side was still too alert for it, so when you managed to see your Uber had arrived, you found strength in yourself to get rid of his intoxicating touch in your body and simply run to the car, you should've asked his name, but you didn't

• and the following days after that night at the bar, as much as you tried thinking of something else, all you could focus on, was that handsome man and the way he held you, he gripped your body and kissed you; it was different from any kind of touch you'd experienced, that mysterious man seemed addictive to you

• but as the wedding approached, your lustful thoughts had to be placed aside so you could focus on all the tasks you had to do: help Sarah get ready, check the venue for her and so on, not to mention getting ready yourself for the event, being so busy you totally skipped the part where you'd meet her family

• as you waited in church for her with the rest of your friends, you couldn't help but being extremely shocked to see Sarah walking down the aisle by her father, whom you had never actually seen before that night at the bar, but he happened to be your mysterious fling from the parking lot

• Joel also couldn't believe the hot girl he'd made out with was his daughter's best friend, he knew he was older than you even if you both hadn't much time to talk, but he didn't expect that

• you two had to stop those feelings aside so you could focus on the ceremony, but the way Joel kept glancing at you, made it pretty obvious you'd have a very interesting wedding reception afterwards 😉

____

[babyjakes]

baby barnes | 1. homecoming.

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summary | upon returning from a small solo mission, natasha has something to give to steve.

characters | steve rogers, natasha romanoff, bucky barnes, other assorted avengers, 'baby barnes' (original character)

warnings | all warnings from the original headcanon probably apply (slightly above canon level violence, child abuse, major character death.) very angsty, steve cries a lot.

word count | 1,440

an | based on my baby barnes headcanon, with some slight changes to the universe and storyline. in this version of events, after bucky is killed, nat goes on a solo rage mission to kill everyone at the hydra facility and bring baby barnes home to steve 🩷

"Sorry. This place is a mess."

As hard as he tried, Steve just couldn't pick his gaze up off of the floor as Natasha stood there in the doorway to his living quarters. "It's okay. Things have been hard, I know." The redhead's voice seemed as though it was trying to float through a thick screen of smoke, or maybe Steve was just underwater. Maybe he had been drowning for weeks.

It was quiet as the woman entered, slipping her shoes off on the mat near the door. Steve could feel her careful eyes taking him in, assessing the damage. Every word he pulled from his throat felt like a fishing line digging right back into his burning flesh as he questioned quietly, "Would you like some tea?"

He didn't have to lift his gaze to tell that she had shaken her head. The pair moved further into the room in silent tandem, Steve leading the way over to the long beige couch. The blonde's focus was fleeting as his eyes fell on his friend's lap, before shifting over to the old photo albums on the coffee table, then to the front door, then back to his own folded hands. Natasha cleared her throat, and Steve almost found it amusing, the way she was preparing to speak like she could possibly find anything to say in that moment that would somehow make things better.

"The mission was successful," was what she finally stated, the underwhelming words drawing a knowing look onto the supersoldier's face.

He nodded, doing his best to keep things polite. It wasn't Natasha's fault that he had fallen so out of love with the world; he knew that. "I'm glad," Steve hummed, thinking back to the telephone brief he had received about the agent's assignment before it had been launched. "She's just going in to clear out a suspected outpost. Nothing major," Stark had told him. The captain didn't like sending anyone off on solo missions, but he wasn't in any state to tag along, and thankfully it didn't seem like he was needed.

Through the heavy air, Natasha took another breath before finally speaking again. "I have something to show you." Her hand slipped quietly into her pocket before appearing again, holding a small photograph by its corner. When she handed it to Steve, the man couldn't help but begin to weep.

For a moment, all he could see was the girl's tender face. The face that had haunted his dreams for the past several months, ever since that first 'baby barnes' tape had arrived in the mail. In the photo, which he held tight with both of his shaking hands, the infant's big brown eyes were looking up at something. Her cheeks were round and soft, rosy as ever. Steve couldn't help but wonder when the picture had been taken, how close it was to capturing the baby's last moments on earth before she was put to rest like her father.

Finally shifting his attention away from her angelic face, the blonde trembled as he started scanning the rest of the photo for any clues. Brow furrowing in confusion, he was immediately puzzled by the plush blanket that sat in a messy pile surrounding the baby's little bottom and legs. "What's this?" he paused quietly as he thought back through all the tapes that were permanently engraved in his memory, like an endless reel of vivid film looping across the walls of his troubled mind. Not a single one had shown the infant with any sort of blanket or covering; that would go directly against the purpose of the project. She was deprived of any warmth, human or inanimate, as a simple yet effective form of torture. The blanket in the photo simply didn't belong. Steve was absolutely sure of it.

The next indicator that something was off was the state of the baby herself. She was unusually clean, her ivory skin appearing fresh and well-kept. Her medium brown whisps of hair laid neatly over her small head, lacking the usual knots and mats that he had grown used to seeing. Swallowing hard, Steve was struggling to understand why she looked so different, almost as if someone had been caring for her for the first time in her short life.

Desperate for any sort of explanation, the captain kept studying the photo, trying to make sense of each little detail he could make out. The background itself was insignificant, just a simple wall of dark metal paneling that didn't give any insight as to where or when the picture was taken. But then, in the very corner of the photo, Steve was finally given his answer. The edge of a jacket sleeve was just barely visible against the floor, the navy fabric recognizable to him anywhere; it was Nat's, an old garment from the team's days with SHIELD. The man's breath hitched in his throat as he began to stammer.

"N-Natasha," his voice wavered. "Nat. Where... how... wh-when was this-?" Steve continued staring at the small photo, more tears building in his eyes as he choked back something between a whimper and a sob. "Wh-when did you... w-was this, were you-?"

"This morning," the agent told the supersoldier softly, reaching out to place a steadied hand over one of his shaking ones. "Bruce and I got her all cleaned up and sorted out in the med bay. She wasn't a big fan of the bath, but we got a little smile out of her when we blew bubbles with the soap." Natasha's gaze was tentative, not knowing how Steve would take the news. But as she sat there, watching the revelations sink in for her friend, she couldn't help but let slip what she had been wanting to tell him since the moment she laid eyes on the infant while breaching the lonely Siberian outpost. "After what they did to Bucky, I knew what I had to do," she said quietly. "I had to save her for you, Steve. You would've done the same for me."

All at once, Steve could feel nearly a month of tension and agony lifting from his bones as he took what seemed like his first breath since witnessing Bucky's last through a screen. If he hadn't been seated, he would've fallen to his knees right there, maybe before God or maybe before his dear friend, the one who he now understood had brought the baby back safely after an undoubtedly perilous mission. The baby, the baby, the baby... that was all the captain's mind could hold onto as he sat there, clutching her photo as if both of their lives depended on it. She was alive, she was safe. And she had been brought home to him.

"Natasha," Steve choked out the young woman's name through tears, his voice like warm hands cradling their years of partner and friendship. There was something so unspeakably profound about the endless ways they were willing to live and die for each other; neither of the two could put it into words, but the feeling was certainly present all around as they sat there in the man's small living room, holding onto each other in a moment of shared silence. The gravity of Nat's actions was quick to settle in, and the significance of what she had done- all on her own, without being asked- was nearly unbearable to Steve. "Y-you went... all on your own? You could've-"

"I had to, Steve," Nat cut him off gently, her certainty on the matter unmistakable as it flashed across her face. "You were in no condition to fight, and the others would've only been in the way." As much as he didn't like what he was being told, Steve knew it was the truth. Things had gotten bad for Nat after Bucky's final tape; her decline was much more subtle than that of the captive's best friend, though he was still quick to notice it. It was only his nature. Now Steve understood that when she went dark like that, little could come between the agent and what she set out to do. As much as it worried him sick, that worry couldn't quite outdo the larger sense of relief that was flowing through him like water.

Steve's gaze drifted back to the tiny girl sat posing in the photo, another wave of grief washing over him as he saw a shadow of his late friend gazing back at him through those familiar brown eyes. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, Natasha finally made the proposition, "Whenever you're ready, I'll take you to see her."

[dracaelus]

Ok guys, look at me *shaking with ghostbat energy*

During the events of Batman fear state, scarecrow finds a way to get into batman's mind and mess around a little. So, naturally, batman asks ghostmaker to enter his mind and check what's going on, you know, as you do

This happens in Batman (2016) #113, if you wanna read the whole thing you can start at Batman #106 or (if you wanna see Khoa's introduction and first appearance in the comics) Batman #102. I'm telling you this because right here at this moment, there's a wonderful, incredible potential for ghostbat fics and I need someone to tap into that, so bear with me

In the actual issue, things get resolved a little faster, but here we have your prompt: Bruce and Khoa exploring Bruce's mind, walking around through all of his memories, trying to get to the one they need and find out what's wrong with his brain (besides the usual).

So we can see Bruce at multiple points of his life

Khoa: you know, I think you could've been an actual cute baby if they'd just given you brown contact lenses

Bruce: don't start

Khoa: I mean it, you had potential. But as things are, you were just a small creepy creature

Khoa: like, what's the deal with all the staring?

Bruce: I was attentive and observing.

Khoa: you were strange and off-putting... Not much different than you are now I guess

Khoa: Oh, he's staring at me now. Can you make him stop? Do they come with an off button?

Bruce: It's just a memory, Khoa, it can't hurt you

Baby!Bruce: •-•

We can have kid!Bruce going to the park with his parents; they send him to play with the other kids and about half an hour later he comes back with some company.

Kid! Bruce: *holding a little kid's hand* Mother, Father. Meet your new son, Tobias.

Martha: What

Kid!Bruce: I adopted him as my brother since you wouldn't give me one by your own volition. He's part of the family now. He's very nice, I think you'll like him.

Tobias: :D

Thomas: How did you even get him-

Martha: *carefully* Look, Bruce. Darling. I know you want a little brother...

Kid!Bruce: I really, really want •-•

Martha: ... really, really want. But you can't just steal a kid like that, that's illegal.

Kid!Bruce: -_-

Kid!Bruce: I shall be a criminal, then.

*in the background*

Khoa: so... you've always been like that, hm?

Bruce: stfu i was six

The comedic potential??? The opportunity to throw all your headcanons into it and call it a day???? C'MON!

And you can take a completely comedic approach to it, but may I present you one more aspect of this little adventure because everything is fun and games until I throw horror at it O_o

So, here's the thing about Scarecrow's plan: he creates an evil/monstrous version of Bruce in his memories. It doesn't appear much so it's hard for me to explain what exactly it is and what it's supposed to do, but it's basically:

Ghostmaker just straight up kills it but yk I think there's more potential to this idea, it can be further explored

I, personally, love the idea of this disturbing version of him being able to manifest itself in multiple memory!bruce versions

So, cute but creepy baby bruce? He's about to get creepier

Baby!Bruce: •-•

Baby!Bruce: *eyes go completely black*

Khoa: yk, Bruce... I'm not a kid specialist, but I think there might be something genuinely wrong with mini-you...

Bruce: Khoa, seriously, I thought the only baby here was my younger self. Could you please stop trembling under the stare of a 1 year old-

Baby!Bruce: *turns his head 360 degrees like a kid in a horror movie and starts coughing black goo*

Bruce: ...

Khoa: see, this is why i never wanted kids.

Also, just as a side note, khoa can also show bruce his own memories

So you can do whatever you want with that information. I just really wish that whole plotline had been longer

[shmisky]

What does your fem!stan look like? Sorry, i just realized you rarely describe how she looks and im dying to know how you imagine her 💜

True, I don’t! I’m flattered by your enthusiasm! 🩷

I imagine any fem!Stan as a... femme, so to speak. That’s because I see canon Stan’s over-the-top, exaggerated masculinity as largely performative; he wants to please Filbrick, to be a “manly man,” tough and aggressive, because that’s how his father and society (especially in his formative years) thought that all men should be. Fem!Stan, then, to me, would fall straight into the opposite category: she would start to perform hyperfemininity, instead! That’s what would please her father the most, imo, her most useful mask. So, in this way, both Stan and fem!Stan are trying to fit their assigned gender roles the best they can, even if they sometimes (utterly) fail.

I imagine that baby fem!Stan started as tomboyish, but with time, as she grew up, started getting more and more feminine. I headcanon she did theater classes instead of boxing classes (because again, her dad believes 100% in gender roles), and as a result she’s less aggressive and more genuinely charismatic than her canon counterpart. I picture her with long, slightly wavy brown hair, big brown eyes, very curvy and plump, and girly clothing. She has acne too, but she covers it up with makeup.

I have also written a fic in which both Stans are girls, called Queens of New Jersey, here. In QNJ, their physical appearance is a little more described, and my descriptions of fem!Stan’s (Melanie) can easily be applied to my fem!Stan (Stefanie) in the AU where Ford is still a man.

For context, my fem!Stan in QNJ is called Melanie, nickname Mel. My fem!Ford is called Melinda, nickname Linda. All the excerpts below are from Linda’s POV.

Baby fem!Stan (the tomboy):

Unlike Linda, who took secret pride in her long twin-braided hair, Mel could actually be mistaken by a boy if not for the too delicate facial features and high-pitched voice, not to mention the most recent development Linda was trying very hard not to think about. Her short curly hair, the fact she only ever wore pants or shorts and dirty sneakers, and her brash, bold as brass behavior were all indicative of her endearing (in Linda’s admittedly, shamelessly biased opinion) boyish character.

Her small, slender arms concealed a physical strength Linda wished would be useful against their bullies. It wasn’t, of course, since their tormentors were mostly girls and everyone knew girls—well-bred girls—didn’t beat each other up, but it never failed to impress her. Mel was a rowdy little tomboy, no doubt about it, and as such would always look the part.

Teen fem!Stan (hyperfeminine):

Sometimes she missed the old Melanie.

The little girl who didn’t care for skirts and make-up, all dirty nails and scraped knees, popsicle juice dribbling messily down her chin. A missing tooth instead of lipsticked lips, a bandage on her cheek instead of soft pinkish blush. She had been oh so much easier to understand, effortlessly in sync with Linda as twins should always be.

This Melanie was a new creature entirely. Even after almost two years, Linda still couldn’t get used to its strange habits.

[...]

She cursed the day their father had decided to offer them—more accurately, force them to attend—theater classes. The day Mel had finally understood that the way to please their father was to embrace gender roles instead of run from them, leaving Linda behind in the androgynous limbo of reason and science.

[...]

The shop had been short of options for curvy girls and Mel had been forced to rent it a size smaller, a knee-length puffy dress which made her look even more—ah, shit—cute. Very sweet, adorable even. Yes. Exactly. Plump like a ripe peach—no. Not like—not like something that could be eaten—

Like a flower. A flower not yet fully bloomed, shaped round and voluminous, the softness of its petals still encased in a bud—shielding an even greater, hidden beauty—

Heavens above, Melanie was all softness.

[...]

Linda didn’t understand much of fashion, but she understood just enough of what she saw. The dress was incredibly… form fitting, just as she remembered it being, hugging her sister’s curves like a possessive lover. There was an abundance of flesh to cover, ever since Mel’s body had developed—simple biology, of course, it was only natural—grown cushioned and womanly like a Renaissance muse.

The cleavage was a tad too generous for Linda’s taste, revealing far more of the smooth, creamy skin of the chest than she would have been comfortable with. They were squished by the bodice, and already quite large, which—

Focus.

It was a flattering outfit, perhaps all the more due to its smaller size. Objectively so. She was certain any man—any person with eyes would agree.

[...]

Linda couldn’t comprehend why she felt so irritated, for lack of a better word.

Perhaps it was the contrast between her own body and Mel’s, how overly feminine her sister’s hourglass figure looked covered in pink, of all colors. Perhaps it was the perfectly coiffed brown curls, framing her sister’s face in a highlight of her best features.

[...]

Because, even though Linda was not stronger than Mel, her hand almost dwarfed the perfect curve of Mel’s waist, the slight narrowing created by her wide, feminine hips in her delicate, feminine form.

[vallification]

sasha braus headcanons!!!

notes: au/noncanon oriented, some apply to canon too, maybe a few mature themes!!!

let me know your thoughts!!!

sasha’s eyes are cinnamon brown (#625a0e)

her hair is also a cinnamony brown, a medium reddish brunette that could possibly be categorized as ginger

sasha plays volleyball and powerlifting and/or wrestling

she would love to bulk, hate to cut, but do it all anyways because she loves to win.

sasha is the opposite of clean girl aesthetic

her style is y2k/streetwear inspired. she loves oversized tees and hoodies, jorts, mini skirts, cargos, ankle socks, chunky sneakers/shoes

it’s all very effortless though because she can be kind of lazy when it comes to getting dressed

she hates slicked back hairstyles.

she takes holidays and birthdays (especially!!!) VERY seriously.

in season she’s an assistant coach for a girl’s club volleyball team

in the summer she works as a lifeguard because it lets her sit in the sun by the pool

possibly a sensitive topic but in a modern world i think sasha would have a thicker/heavier build. she’s very food motivated and into heavy lifting so it makes sense to me

speaking of bodies, sasha is not insecure about her body AT ALL.

in fact, she’s a naked kind of gal. she doesn’t care if people see her naked or underdressed and it can be kind of a problem when first getting acquainted with people

sasha finds embarrassment/insecurity to be silly and trivial, especially when it’s about appearances

sasha wears alien goddess by mugler and layers it with beachy coconut body spray and lotion

her favorite cocktail is a pornstar martini because she loves tropical fruit

sasha drives a black 2015 nissan altima

sasha loves crafts and anything DIY. her bedroom has lots of paper mache sharks on the walls

she has a moderate social media following and LOVES making tiktoks with connie, jean, historia, and sometimes even mikasa if she’s in the right mood!!!

sasha, connie, and jean practically live together. sometimes they all sleep in the same bed like the powerpuff girls

she’s naturally very tan with a warm golden undertone

both of sasha’s ears are absolutely stacked with piercings. all of her jewelry is gold with diamond or peridot because that’s her birthstone.

she also has her belly button, septum, and left nostril pierced

for her eighteenth birthday her father and mother bought her a gold charm bracelet and she wears it every day. she NEVER takes it off.

sasha loves roblox

she also loves playing COD on xbox. her favorite thing to play is black ops 2 zombies because it’s nostalgic

she always goes to the gym with connie and jean but occasionally goes with historia to help her get stronger

sasha is a huge social butterfly and she’s incredibly personable. it’s hard not to overshare and almost impossible to keep secrets from her

aside from food, she loves to share— almost a bit too much! she’s the type to say “omg no you can keep it!” about pretty much anything

she eats steak or roast and potatoes three nights a week minimum

she loves rap and r&b, the older stuff usually, but nothing speaks to her like frank ocean and sza.

sasha hates gatekeepers and people who try too hard to be “special.” she thinks uniqueness should be effortless

sasha has the same taste in movies as connie, but she has a special love for 90s/00s era girl friendship movies. she LOVES the cheetah girls

she has a butterfly tramp stamp and a leo symbol tattooed on her right wrist

her favorite dessert is devil’s food cake and she gets one for every birthday. okay, and she gets one just because she wants one

sasha is a smoker but not as much as connie. it’s usually kept for social events or if connie and jean are willing to make a night out of it

she’s very close to her parents, especially her father. he would be by her side at the drop of a hat

sasha cannot be in a serious situation with connie because they’ll both start laughing.

sasha loves cats and dogs equally but she found a grey and white kitten at her apartment complex and now that’s her baby

she’s a true girl’s girl and follows girl code like it’s federal law

to sasha, TMI means Tell Me Immediately

sometimes she worries that because she’s best friends with connie and jean that it makes her seem like she doesn’t get along with other women, but she’d love nothing more than to have a female best friend

she has a beauty mark on her cheek under her right eye

she can be very stubborn and closed minded at times, especially when someone tries to tell her what to do or what to change

sasha has very high standards for relationships but she’s not interested in seeking one out. she would rather wait for it to come to her, and in the meantime she’e open to whatever

sasha’s both a night owl and an early bird, she Hates waking up in the middle of the day

[urauntiefaye]

well now that youve mentioned &team and hogwarts...can we please have more headcanons about them in hogwarts 😽

Gryffindor!K Head Cannons 🧙🏻‍♂️

WC: 868 

TW: Smut is implied at the end, dabbles a lot in self worth, not really triggering in my opinion but if I forgot anything let me know!

A/N: I honestly feel bad because this is a lot longer than Nicholas’s, honestly some might be longer than others, that doesn’t mean I love any of them less it’s just some I have more thoughts with and more words coming out tbh. Also I'm answering Ks under this request, I will be working and posting the others separately as well! Also this is just my opinion on what houses I think each member would be, please don't attack me if you think otherwise, but I am always open for conversations about it if you think otherwise!

Gryffindor!K includes~

Has a brown Owl as his pet companion 

His happiest memory is when he went on a father and son trip, where he grew the closest with his father. 

His patronus is an Abraxan Winged Horse: Means Dominant, Powerful, Strong Leader

The Boggart in Professor Lupin's class turns into him but it’s him failing or losing. 

The Head Boy of Gryffindor

One of the most valuable quidditch player being the seeker with how fast he was

Throws some of the most wildest parties 

Is friends literally everybody

Is considered to be the IT boy not only in his grade but in the entirety of Hogwarts

Is always hard on himself, Has to be the top of the top. Comes across as having a huge ego, but in reality he’s actually sensitive and insecure. Always worried if he’s going to fail. 

Concerned with how others view him, if he’s not thought of to be this amazing strong person it’ll put him in a spiral 

That’s why he was so confused when he met the girl who could care less about how others perceive her. 

How she’s always just running around, being her too authentic self, wearing whatever she pleases. Even adding weird and cute accessories to her uniform. 

She says whatever is on her mind, never holding back. Always asking himself how the fuck does she do it. Amazed by how free she looks. 

Wanting to befriend said girl, but gets stuck in his head, wondering if she’ll even want to be friends with someone like him. 

But gets paired with her in deviations class to read each other's tarots. 

When reading the cards Kei struggles, as deviations are not his strong suit, but the way she reads his without any issues when Professor Trelawney called upon her to read his outloud. Feeling content with his reading as she said he was a strong, reliable person, and that he has good fortune in the future. 

But gets caught off guard when she approaches him after class, just to tell him that he needs to be less hard on himself. And once he accepts himself as he is and stops caring about others is when he’ll be able to soar high. 

He stands there stunned, watching her leave as if what she said didn’t just have a huge impact on him. 

Finds himself trying to talk to her more and more but failing

Gets the courage to pull her away to somewhere where it’s only him and her after he won the Quidditch match against Slytherin. Just to ask her what she meant by her words that day. 

Gets surprised when she says his cards showed that he was stuck, that he was trying too hard to keep up with others' expectations for him. And that they showed that if he continued worrying about them then he’ll continue feeling the way he was and he would never achieve true happiness. But if he breaks through it, and focuses on what he wants for himself he would have a happier outcome.

Forms a strong friendship with her after that night, always going to her when things got rough, and for advice. Finding comfort in her especially with the fact that she didn’t care about all the things the others did. That she was happy with any achievement he made, mostly with the ones he was looking forward to the most. 

Who also has a major panic attack when his team loses because of him, falling into a spiral of questioning his self worth. But found peace when she held him, and showed him that he was still lovable even when he failed. And that losing wasn’t going to damage his shine, that instead it proved him to be human.

Finds himself falling for her, and needing her in his life as she shined light on his darkest thoughts. 

Who now wants to impress her more than anything, who wants to make only her proud of him. 

But finds himself also growing jealous when she encourages and shows interest in others. Especially when she boosts up others and shows pride in others. 

Making him question if she even means what she says to him since she says it to everyone. But won’t ever say it as he deems it as him being toxic for only wanting her attention on him. 

But shows through his actions, always having to one up the other person she just praised. And always has to show off hoping her attention will switch back to him. 

Gets angry when it doesn’t and starts a fight because of it, but feels bad when he sees how exhausted she is. 

Comes to the realization that even though she is always encouraging others and praising them, no one has ever taken time to do the same for her. 

Who appears at her dorm eyes red and cheeks stained from the tears, and pulls her into a tight hug. Apologizing for everything and admitting he was just jealous. 

Who eventually confesses to her that he only wants her, and pushes her back into her dorm to show how much he really does love her and how much she truly means to him. 

[buckysgrace]

Steve Harrington Headcanons

These are just what I picture, nothing written in stone <3

Was a surprise baby. I think his parents were both near or at their thirties when he was born? His mom really struggled with getting pregnant so he was her one and only <3

Looks just like his dad but has his mama's big brown eyes. She would pinch his little cheeks and call him her little Booboo.

Very colicky and whiny baby. Only ever wanted to be held. I also think he was born a little early, just a smidge delayed when it came to meeting his milestones

Definitely was a mama's boy when he was little. They sort of drifted apart when she put more attention towards his dad to sort out their marriage issues.

His dad has a bad tendency of sleeping around. I could definitely see Steve having some secret siblings that he doesn't ever know about.

He was an ornery kid, full of energy and was unable to stay still. He also played a lot of sports, so his parents weren't bothered by him

His dad absolutely locked their bedroom door and kept Steve's far apart so he couldn't crawl into bed with them.

Was spanked a lot as a little kid because he couldn't sit still. The wooden spoon was his dad's weapon of choice.

Officially got a nanny/babysitter when his father forgot to pick him up hours after baseball practice ended. Finally ended up walking home but got in trouble for that as well

Really struggled with reading, well mainly all through his school career. His letters just tend to get mixed up.

Struggles with organization. If he's writing a paper, he needs to jot down his thoughts before he forgets them. Thus why some parts don't fit into the right spot.

I think teachers were sort of assholes to him?? He was definitely a goofy/class clown type so I think when he was actually struggling in school they thought he was just trying to be funny

Okay listen... he was absolutely a shit in school. He was rich, in good health and handsome. He was playing up to the hierarchy shit. For sure had a coming to Jesus moment later but yeah he was an ass

Although I do think he was usually all talk, no bite. Probably did his fair share of shoving or tripping to be funny. The few altercations that turned physical were usually solved by his former muscle, Tommy.

Oh Tommy. Best friends since they were in preschool. Both of them were always assigned into the same learning groups. Tommy also struggled a lot with his reading so they meshed really well together.

Sticks his tongue out if he's concentrating hard on his school work. Tommy has yanked on it more than once.

He counts with his fingers!!! Ask him what 8 + 2 is and he has to count on his fingers just to be sure.

Teachers dreaded getting them in class lol. Purposely worked out their schedules so they were nearly identical.

You could move Steve but he was still going to find whomever was near him to speak to/be loud with.

I feel like Tommy had specific genre of movies that he enjoyed, which was 100% monster movies. They watched a ton of old Godzilla movies (although Steve will never, ever admit to it)

Rip if you were on the opposite team and they were playing dodgeball. They showed no mercy during dodgeball.

His dad probably doesn't think Steve will amount to much. I think his dad is really smart as is his mom so Steve doesn't quite fit in with his struggles??

Will ramble for hours about something he is interested in (also speaks with his hands a lot). Be prepared tho he jumps from point A to D back to B and it's just all over the place

Really good at bowling and will brag about it

Very judgmental but he's trying to work on it

I think he can sober up fairly quickly?? Gets all flushed when he drinks tho. Will suggest karaoke.

When he smokes weed he's so giggly. Squinting eyes and a dopey smile the whole time. Thinks everything is hilarious. Do not leave food around him, he will hog it and eat it all

Questions everything during movies. Will barely get through 5 minutes in a movie before he has to ask about something.

You need your back cracked? Steve is your guy. He will twist you into a pretzel to get that spot that's bothering you tho

Terrible at gambling. Does not have a poker face. Also a pretty shitty liar.

Likes raisins. Also loves prunes. And eggs. Grape juice is his favorite. Well, grape flavored anything is his favorite.

If it's 3 am and he's hungry he is chowing down on a slice of bread and a block of cheese.

Prefers goat milk over cow milk

Has terrible allergies. Speaking of, if he's sick? the biggest baby. He cannot take of himself. Probably because he had to do it for so long as a child.

Fuck ankle socks. Fuck them. He will burn them on fire.

Master s'more maker

Took cooking classes on the down low. Fairly good now that he's done so

Anything that his partner likes he will definitely begin to like

Falls asleep on his tummy a lot. He also drools but gets embarrassed if you point that out

Stopped shaving once he was no longer on the swimming team. Won't admit it but does enjoy it if you run your fingers through his chest hair.

He always has long conversations with you before he falls asleep. His eyes are usually closed and he's on the brink of passing out, but he likes listening to you speak.

Hated reading for the longest time. Finally gets into it for real later in life when he realizes he's only punishing himself by thinking of the past.

A love letter boy. He does have a dictionary on standby to triple check that he has spelt everything correctly. Loves to talk on the phone too. If you're calling him you best be setting aside at least two hours because he will be updating you on every little thing.

Terrible at drawing. He could not draw a stick figure to save his life.

Was forced into music lessons as a kid. He is really good playing the piano. Also knows how to play the violin. Does sing in the shower (and is good at it)

Wants a big family because he doesn't want his kids to feel lonely like he was. He is much better in handling kids when they're a little more grown, rather than itty bitty.

More of a dog person but that's because he swears up and down there was a stray cat with one eye that would sit outside his window and stare at him at night.

[cenorii]

RE headcanons again!

PART 2

This time I will add what animals I associate them with. Again I'll write a lot about some and just a little about others to supplement the last part.

Sherry Birkin

— It's hard to say what her favorite color is. She probably doesn't prefer any particular color, she likes dim palettes.

— I'm inclined to think that Sherry could have been Wesker's goddaughter. Birkins could have introduced him to her, and since Wesker has known William since childhood, he trusts him.

— She obviously attended NEST because Annette gave her a G-related pendant. Sherry probably had some instructions for emergency situations in which to use it, but kept it a secret. Chief Irons knew about the secret of the pendant, probably from William himself, because he was bribing Irons. And Wesker also knew about the pendant, it's in his first report.

— I recently rewatched all the clips of Sherry in re6 and noticed how reluctant she is to talk about Wesker every time the topic comes up. She never says anything bad about him, avoiding talking about him. I think that as a child, Wesker treated her well or seemed like a good person, but when she found out who he really was, she was deeply disappointed. She cherishes fond memories of this man, but keeps it a secret, because she will surely be convicted.

— Sherry calls Jake "Jake Wesker" instead of "Muller," even though she knows Wesker had nothing to do with his upbringing. Did she downplay the significance of Jake's mom? No, I would look at it this way. This is further proof that "Wesker" is not a negative word to her. She secretly treats him better than others treat him, so she called Jake by his last name with pride.

— In that moment when the runaway Jake and Sherry were changing clothes, they had a conflict. But I think Sherry was angry not only because Jake's words hurt the memory of her father, but also because they hurt the memory of Jake's father.

— Sherry was in government custody from 1998 to 2009. She was in custody mainly because of Wesker (file "A Deal with the United States" from re6). The government believed that Wesker needed a sample of the G-virus, but it was obvious that he had already gotten it through his own means. Perhaps this is a hint that there is some sort of connection between them after all. He could be her godfather who would want to return what was connected to him, or he wants to using her as research into how viruses are able to enter into symbiosis with humans. Sherry mattered to him in some way, and everyone knew it, including Sherry herself.

— I think she's in love with Jake, but because of little contact with other people and the outside world, is too shy to admit it.

— She has a deep respect for Chris and Claire, and considers the latter as close as if she were her second mother.

— The animal in which I see Sherry is a weasel.

Chris Redfield

— I think his eyes are gray. Gray eyes in real life can appear a different color depending on the lighting. In different photos with different lighting, they can turn brown, blue, even green. So I like to think that the confusion about Chris's eye color came about because of his gray eyes, which are just unlucky.

— For some reason, Chris doesn't like to show his young photos. Perhaps he is embarrassed by the fact that he used to be thinner and "weaker". Perhaps it makes him feel insecure. Or maybe he doesn't like his rebellious nature from the past.

— He's a golden retriever puppy.

Ada Wong

— Ada doesn't use perfume while she's on a mission so she doesn't reveal herself.

— She is black cat.

Wesker

— He hates ties. Maybe he was forced to wear them at some point.

— Wesker gives a fake name in non-serious situations like tailoring or meeting with the hairdresser so people won't be embarrassed or try to suck up to him. His name is more influential than himself, and it's a thing he doesn't like to abuse.

— Perhaps one day he wondered if he should have glasses with an interface.

— His totem animal is a possum. He's so good at playing dead.

— There is a stereotypical opinion of him based only on the outward image he builds for others. Few people delve into the lore or what is behind his fake "cool" image. So many people are susceptible to the halo effect, this is a cognitive bias where a person has a prejudice against someone based on their appearance or certain actions. People subject to this cognitive bias do not look at this person with a broad view, slipping into prejudice. This is why many are convinced that Wesker can't be bottom, and aggressively lash out at those who think otherwise. I, on the other hand, believe that Wesker is flexible in this regard, which is maximally not obvious. Wesker to me is "that" character from the teen shows, who builds himself up to be cool, but at night cries from loneliness or is very vulnerable. He's bottom, but that doesn't degrade his ego, it doesn't make him weak, because "bottom" he's only with those who "worthy" of him.

— Speaking of worthiness, I believe that Wesker is unwilling to use his powers all the time by thinking of other people as unworthy. Only Chris is worthy to stand up to that power.

— Wesker keeps Chris's dog tag.

Jill Valentine

— Jill's favorite color is sky blue, as it was the color she chose for her uniform in S.T.A.R.S. and continued to wear throughout her life. Every outfit Jill wore on any mission had shades of blue in it. It is definitely a color that she appreciates very much.

— Jill is definitely not the best cook, she can hardly cook anything better than scrambled eggs. She share this skill with Chris, who isn't very good in the kitchen either.

— Chris is her best and closest friend, her partner. They mean a lot to each other, but it's always platonic.

— Jill's orientation is bi. She probably liked Carlos, but I won't deny that there could have been a close dynamic between her and some woman too. Jill, like Chris, doesn't have much time for a personal life, so she didn't go into much detail about her preferences, nor did she have an love affair.

— She didn't like Wesker even before the betrayal. Maybe she realized before anyone else that there was something wrong with the guy, so she figured out his betrayal before Chris did, who resisted the information. She is perceptive and able to see through people.

— Her totem animal is a manul.

— In the days of S.T.A.R.S., she was the one who woke Chris, sleeping at his desk, just before Wesker or Chief Irons came in. She would cover her lazy (in those days) friend from trouble, getting the brightest and most genuine smile from him. Wesker knew of their machinations, but turned a blind eye to this childishness.

— She tries not to think of the time she spent under Wesker's control. Her dislike for him has only gotten stronger because of it. Of the horrible things about those years was not only violence, but also being with Wesker and Excella. Excella's flirting with Wesker was repulsive to Jill. She hated every moment of it.

— After 2009 her hair was permanently white, because of this she dyes it back to its original brown color so that nothing reminds her of those days.

[lycorisx]

Do you have any headcanons on Walter? :)

Listen I have no idea when you inboxed this I am SO SORRY HAHAAH

yk what hell yeah I do THANKYOU for asking this because over the past like errrr 10 years of being in this fandom you absolutely bet I have headcannons on him. Most are really useless ones but I just feel like they fit ygm? So let’s goo

Also I’m British myself so a lot of these will be biased lol

1. Walter ONLY drinks Yorkshire Tea. He’s really particular about what tea he drinks. He isn’t snotty about it but even when he has tea made for him, if it isn’t made how HE makes it then he won’t enjoy it but he’s too polite to say anything. Integra has an inside joke with him that he should’ve become a ‘tea connoisseur’ because of how particular he is about it.

“Like this, Walter?”

“No, too much milk, Miss Victoria. It needs to be both brown and light at the same time but not ‘builders tea’. So not too strong.”

“Um…Does it matter-“

“Yes it does.”

2. Walter likes Downton Abbey. As in the show. Don’t even question this one lol.

3. In his early days, he was a heartbreaker no doubt. Probably not intentionally, though. He was popular with the ladies, but couldn’t commit due to his work, (or likely scared to commit because he was worried his line of work would harm his partner.) I see Walter as the kind of guy to mess around a bit to experiment but in the end decided to ultimately focus on his work. I’ve seen many headcannons that say he would’ve ‘slept around LOADS’ and honestly I really don’t think he would’ve. Dude was way too committed to his work to really mess around.

3. Arthur adopted him. I’m just gonna put it out there. I really do think Arthur was like a father figure to him.

4. In his early days of being a butler, he was a HUGE klutz. Mistakes here there and everywhere, spilling tea on Arthur’s poor lap and saying ‘Fuck’ after.

5. Speaking of cursing, Arthur definitely taught Walter how to swear and likely encouraged it because the ass thought it was funny to see the shocked and disgruntled face of Hugh Irons whenever a teen Walter spoke and sounded like a sailor.

6. Walter absolutely uses his wires to grab something off a side counter or table when he’s being lazy.

7. He has a strict hair care routine.

8. Walter, much to contrary belief, loves classical music but I could see him also enjoying a bit of Indie and maybe other genres too.

9. He felt conflicted about Alucard.

10. He has Irish roots tied to his family. Idk why I just see one of Walter’s parents being Irish.

11. He was the one who spent the most time around Integra and likely raised her more than Arthur.

12. He isn’t fond of chocolate but loves hard sweets. He also likes liquorice.

13. He never took Holiday days off work. Dude just didn’t see the point in it. And Arthur once had to force him to take a few days off to himself.

14. He collects little trinkets and war medals.

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These are just a few lol. I probs have more somewhere at the back of my noggin.

[scrollypoly]

Alright I guess I'm putting down some of my trans headcanons for ben so. here ya go 👏

Ben ascended when he was still pretty young, and he died in 2002 so there wasn't a whole lot of community or anything he could look to. Being in an abusive home definitely didn't help either, he didn't quite understand what he was feeling or what to do with it. he just knew that it felt . . . not right whenever teachers or classmates called him a girl.

He told Matt and Rosa first. Rosa took to it much easier than Matt did, but he came around eventually too. He swore them to secrecy, terrified that something somehow would get back to his father. So he didn't tell any other classmates, and only the two of them would refer to him as a boy. But he was okay with that, cuz they were the only two that mattered.

Matt was still hella overprotective of him, but it steered away just a bit from being an overprotective guard dog, to actually showing him how to throw some punches and stand his ground a little bit more. He always felt he should've taught him more, even after his ascension.

Ben's mother, Lisa, was supportive of him, but scared of her husband. He told her one night in tears, and she sat with him and held him for what felt like all night. Lisa was a hairdresser, and eventually he asked her if she could cut his hair. They both talked about it for a long while, trying to think of something that would make him happy without arousing too much suspicion. She cut it into a chin-length, choppy style, and bleached it blond for him.

When he ascended and met BEN, it gave him the option of changing his face and body. Technically, since he wasn't a physical person anymore, he could do whatever he wanted with how he looked. And really, aint that the trans dream of being able to put yourself into a character creation thing? video game style? His face isn't wholly inspired by Link, he's always preferred his mom's blonde hair to him and his father's dark brown hair. He kept his green eyes and faint freckles, but he took her strawberry blond.

(BEN also let him pick its own face, since it didn't really care what it looked like and it thought it would make him happy. hence the Saria to his Link)

Ben actually didn't change his birth name until he ascended. He didn't like his name before (well he didn't hate it, but it didn't feel like him) but he didn't feel safe changing it or had an idea of what to change it to. He shared BEN's name, because it was the first option that felt safe and kind of right.

Some more NSFW hcs under the cut

So, while he could technically change his face around, the same wasn't quite true anatomy speaking. BEN could only create what he knew from, and well. The two of them were pretty young when Ben first ascended, and he had some sexual trauma, so they weren't really raring to go googling dicks on the internet to figure out what that was gonna be.

So truthfully, you could say he "didn't fully transition" for a good few years, up until Matt and Dusk also ascended. With the two of them ascended and assimilated into the hivemind, BEN had some actual dicks to work with at that point.

Dusk is actually also bigender! So he actually kinda wanted to experience feeling like an actual girl. So him and Ben just kinda casually swap bits 90% of the time :3

Matt's was a lil too big to handle so he gets to keep his dick usually

When they're "in front" or the dominant person piloting the body, the body automatically adjusts a bit to match their height and build, but it can't match the anatomy. So for all of the boys with dicks, actually, its a hard light projection. A glamour of sorts if you will. For those like Matt and Dusk that have the actual hardware, everything functions as normal. For Ben, since he doesn't inherently have the hardware, sensation for him is a bit weird. But unless he is very comfortable with his partner, he'll still present with a penis for sexual encounters.

(I need yall to know that my phone autocorrected penis to punishment what)

However, the false projection, glamour, whatever u wanna call it, needs focus and control to maintain. So if he gets too worked up or overstimulated during sex, he kinda glitches and loses his dick if you will. He's not necessarily dysphoric with that, and he has no problems strapping up if that happens, but he won't let you use that hole unless he really really likes and trusts you.

Also since the body technically has no cum, all the boys fire blanks. The fluid that comes out is just the plasma cooling fluid that runs through the body like a circulatory system. No babies here.

Up in the air if the body could carry a child tho

[stringsbasement]

Hey so did family odd parents get a new series? Who’s the purple hair guy you ship with who I assume is Timmy. I just stumbled upon you blog by chance and I want to know what’s up with your blorbos.

Who are these people and why do I recognize them?

welcome, welcome! i'll be happy to tell you all about it :) i'll try to keep it short:

to recap, the original fairly oddparents show mainly revolved around timmy turner, a 10-year-old boy who was given magical fairy godparents who'll grant his every wish to help him cope with his miserable life. in the show, his found family of fairies consists of cosmo (godfather), wanda (godmother), and poof/peri "purple hair guy" (baby godbrother). the show aired on nickelodeon from 2001 - 2017, and it was popular enough that even people who didn't actively watch it might recognize it

the new series, fairly oddparents: a new wish, takes place decades after the original show's events. it follows a similar premise with a (mostly) new main cast of characters: hazel (protagonist), dev (deuteroganist), and their fairies. cosmo and wanda came out of their 10,000 year retirement to godparent hazel, and dev later on acquired a now-adult peri as his godparent

peri (originally named poof), for the entirety of the original airing, was only shown as a perfectly marketable sphere baby. so when he showed up as an actual adult with design elements taken from both his parents blended in a unique, balanced way, with a personality reminiscent of pilot cosmo (suave gentleman)... something changed inside me

and now here i am

as for the ship, i think you've mistaken dale with timmy

it's the brown hair and blue eyes. don't worry, if i didn't know the lore prior, i could believe this was the same character too!

timmy is peri's brother, and they've been raised as such since peri was born. they were separated after timmy lost his godfamily (and his memories) sometime after growing up and becoming independent. godparents are only ever temporary, afterall. these siblings are made especially tragic by the fact that timmy is the reason peri was born— fairies were banned to have children, until timmy wished for cosmo and wanda to have one because he wanted to see them happy

meanwhile, dale is dev's father, completely unrelated to timmy. He's an antagonist, a terrible father, and the reason for dev's misery. he first appeared as a one-off character in the original show as a poor child laborer who got trafficked into a sweatshop working for a lemonade factory (i cannot make this up). in the current show, he's an irredeemable rich jerk for who i hold absolutely zero respect for. but, from a character perspective, he's fun to watch, and i love it when he shows up to ruin my mood

the shipping comes from the fact that peri and dev gets separated by the end of the first season, so lots of people headcanon that peri came back for dev by disguising himself as his human babysitter, which he'd of course have to be hired for...

those circumstances make for very interesting potential conflicts and dynamics, so it's not hard to see why some might take to it

(lots of people have shouted at me and made it abundantly clear that i may have accidentally fanned the flames for that one, whoops

it's hilarious, because i don't actually care much for the peridale ship at all. i might draw more, but it's far from what i like about the franchise)

a new wish was well received because it took many issues people had with the original and improved upon it. they gave cosmo and wanda a healthier dynamic, for one (it essentially used to be full of "i hate my wife" and "my husband is a moron" jokes, which didn't work well in the long run). the people working on it has also shown clear passion for the project, which i don't see much with show revivals these days. the jokes land and the emotional moments have their weight, and above all, it does it's job at being entertaining

for a show i didn't think much about as a child, a new wish has done well to revive my passion for absolutely overanalyzing and reading up upon every little thing within a franchise. it's kind of rare that i rant and rave about a show this often. the only other contender that reaches this level of insanity being... well, niche enough that i dont get the chance to talk about it online, unfortunately

but yeah, that's the gist of it! i hope i was able to satiate your curiosity

:)

[crazylittlejester]

HI HI HI

You should yell about the blorbo. I'd love to hear about some warriors HC's you have.

I also have a HC and I'd love to hear what you think about it.

I've always HC'ed Warriors as having an adoptive son/daughter. And I low-key see him as a princess dad. The man is totally dressing up for his daughter's tea parties in the castle with her best friend the queen.

Please yell about your blorbo, I want to hear about him. :DDDD

HI HI HI IVE BEEN GIVEN PERMISSION TO YELL AND YAP I SHALL!!!!

First of all: Yes absolutely. I headcanon Wars as on the ace spectrum, I don’t think that man is having biological children. I kinda see him as someone who would decide to NOT have children, because he doesn’t think it’d be fair of him to raise a child because he thinks he’s too mentally messed up for that (despite the fact that Time and Wind both turned out FINE), but one day he just ✨Acquires✨ a child and that’s just the end of it he’s a father now.

The specific headcanon I have for him regarding having kids is after the war, he does his best to help the areas of Hyrule that were just DESTROYED, and so many civilians lost their lives and orphanages were just overflowing, and he does his best to put money into those places to help out and he visits and tells the kids stories and makes sure they’re actually being treated well and helps them get families, and one day he just comes across this little girl who’s not counted for at any of the orphanages and her parents are gone, and he tries to get her set up in one but she’s just too attached to him and he’s got such a soft spot for kids he just adopts her because she was just so miserable there and kept begging the people at the orphanage to make him come back. And that’s his little girl now, she’s his princess he’d fight the entire war again in a heartbeat just for her. He absolutely dresses up for tea parties with her, he lets her do his hair and makeup, he’ll walk down the halls holding her hand while she skips and Zelda has never in her LIFE seen him so genuinely happy. He’s an absolutely WONDERFUL father, despite his own doubts in himself, and that little girl grows up with “Aunt Zel” and “Aunt Impa” teaching her how to kick ASS (plus Aunt Linkle, who’s her actual aunt being Link’s brother and all, and Linkle helps her befriend the cuckoos)

Other Wars headcanons I have!!:

- He has a significant amount of gray hair but you can’t see it because he bleaches and dyes his hair (I HC it’s naturally a very dark brown and also curly, but he straightens it)

- Writes his journals in his first language because it’s not a common one in Castle Town and it makes him feel better to know that if anyone DID get their hands on it, they’d at least be slowed down because they’d have to translate it

- His left hand shakes sometimes because of old injuries and overuse, and it’s not as strong as his right. Sometimes it’s hard for him to use his sword and shield because of it, so he’ll either use his sword with two hands for support or just use his fire rod

- He has quite a few scars on his face but he can either cover them COMPLETELY with makeup or make them look light enough to not be super jarring (depending on how deep the scars are)

- I HC he doesn’t like things up against his neck, so he’ll wear only tunics/shirts that are very low cut in the front and his scarf is pinned so securely in place that it is IMPOSSIBLE for him to be strangled with it unless the end was grabbed and THEN wrapped around his neck

- Not the world’s best cook. He can make comfort dishes from home his mom used to make for him, but not a whole lot of other things. He has memorized recipes and hasn’t tried too much with experimenting and making new ones

- High spice tolerance, but mentally he can’t handle it because it makes his tongue buzz and he’ll freak out and panic because he can’t tell if it’s spice or poison

- Autistic with lower support needs. He masks incredibly well but that doesn’t make him any less autistic and that doesn’t mean he still doesn’t struggle