#i love everyone else's headcanons too

[euargh]

I need to draw/share my headcanons for the Addisons in my fanfiction. My headcanons are this: - Yellow is the leader and the tallest. He is 27/28 years old. At first he enjoyed whenever Pink became infuriated whenever Spamton got into his hair, but now he’s just terrified of Pink and cries half naked on the floor terrifying Toby Fox when he shouts out to him. - Pink, no one knows how old he really is and slaps anyone that asks for his age, but he mostly only likes to punch Yellow for messing up his hair, even when Yellow didn’t even do anything. Caused Yellow -- the leader and strongest in the group -- to break down crying. Has BITCH POWERS and knows everything isn’t real but refuses to become like Spamton. - Orange is 34 and shorter than everyone (except for Spamton, obviously). He likes screwdrivers. Everyone treats him like an child and try to retain his innocence with helping him believe in the Ad Fairy and Santa Claus. I don’t know why. I just find that funny. The oldest one out of the Addions (except Spamton) and they treat him like a kid, lmaoooo!! - Blue, also 27/28. He’s the same height as Yellow. He’s dead inside after Spamton bit him on the leg, he’s tired, drinks water a lot. I suppose maybe he’s a vegan? (I tend to loosely base my headcanon’s on people I know and the stories sometimes are just badly veiled warped diaries of my life or just the life I wish I had.) He’s confused on why his comrades act the way they do, especially with treating Orange like a child, but he still cares about them regardless. He also looks out for Spamton. - Spamton, a feral gremlin that Blue helped take out the dumpster to bring home.

[turtleblogatlast]

Headcanon that Leo really loved to give his family massages growing up. We know that he’s good at them from the episode “You Got Served” and we know he likes spas and relaxation and getting massages himself from when he tried to get these in “Bad Hair Day” and from when Donnie made a tennis ball massage machine in “Smart Lair.”

So I think it’d be cute to think that maybe one day Leo overheard Splinter complaining about a bad back and immediately Leo thinks back to a comic or movie or something he saw where a massage helped so he offers to give one and it actually ends up helping Splinter.

Then April swings by the Lair at a later time and mentions her back hurting because of her backpack from school and Leo’s all like “I gotcha!”

From there, he occasionally manages to convince Donnie to sit for one because Donnie’s shrimp posture does not help him any (Leo pokes fun at how sandpaper-y Donnie’s shell is despite knowing it’s always like that and Donnie smacks him for it.) Donnie usually prefers hand massages instead however as all his typing and inventing adds up over time, and shoulder massages too once he starts wearing his battle shells more. Leo also figures out how to give massages to Raph and Mikey’s shells as well, though it’s a struggle at first to not scratch his hands on Raph’s spikes.

I think since Leo has such bad luck with spas and the like, he tries giving himself massages (though it’s not as helpful.) Like, with how his abilities work his legs are probably always aching from his portal jumping and one foot landings, so maybe he branches past back massages out of a need to help his own aches too. (Though he really wants a shell massage himself, the same way he’d give them…the one time with Donnie’s tennis ball massage machine was but a short moment of what Leo’s been missing out on and what he’ll continue missing out on…)

I don’t know, I just think it’d be cute to think Leo could have honed his massaging skill this way in order to help out his family (and also partially because he wants a massage himself.)

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[hopeswriting]

imagine you're luce, and you're born the heir to a mafia family. you're mafia-born, and so of course also mafia-raised, and then also a donna-to-be. you're raised to be able to take on the role, to be good and capable at it, are taught to make one of your core beliefs about how the many must come before the few, because the family must always come first. you're going to be the donna, of course you must always prioritize the family above all else, it's your foremost and most important duty.

if caring about the few too comes at the price of the many, comes at the price of the family, is it even worth it? if the happiness gained from it comes at the price of a greater suffering for others, is there even any meaning to it, even if it's your happiness we're talking about? you understand, don't you?

you're not sure if you do, but you care about your family, love it, want to do right by it once you become their donna, so you nod, listen and learn.

(you don't have to be taught the pain and loss and guilt and anger and bitterness is a fair price to pay for the pain you decide has to be inflicted and the sacrifices you decide must be made, including by yourself. it's the least you could do, even.)

imagine you're luce, and the gift of foresight runs through your blood.

you would not call it a gift. you did not ask for it either. and you'll never come to see it as something wanted by you.

you can see the future, and it happened exactly as you saw it would, so of course it's exactly the way you wanted it to go. you can see the future, and it happened exactly as you saw it would, so of course you didn't care to try hard enough to change it. you saw the future before the shape of it had yet to be breathed into existence, and who's to say it didn't come into existence only because you saw it happen? you saw the future, and it happened worse than it had to for it.

you can see the future, but you still can't make it anything else than what it was always going to be. you can even make the visions happen at your will, but you still have no say on what you see or how much you see. you still can only be the witness of it before anyone else can.

it does mean double and longer the happiness sometimes, means relief and gratefulness and hope beyond words, and it'd be cruel of you to voice out loud your feelings for others to hear the many more times it means something else.

you can see the future, and it doesn't make it any kinder on you than on anyone else, does not give you any more power or control over it than anyone else, but at least you can see the future. you're given the time to make peace with it, to brace yourself for it, to bargain with it, to plead and beg and fight against it however desperately and hopelessly, even if in the end it still happens exactly as you saw it would.

(you can see the future, and it still doesn't hurt you any less than anyone else when it happens, but you don't expect anymore for anyone to hold you any less responsible for it anyway. it would be nice for someone to do it one day, but you understand.)

you can see the future, and you decide it's a kindness to both yourself and others to keep it for yourself as much as possible whenever you can.

imagine you're luce, and your family has this set of rings they've looked after and protected for as long as your family has existed. they're one set of three of the most important artifacts in the world, ones that help in safeguarding its existence and balance. they're duty, the very first one and the most important one your family was created for.

the pacifier around your mother's neck is duty too, and the most important and powerful artifact among twenty-one in safeguarding the world and its balance. it's been passed down in your family too, from mother to daughter. it's duty, but less tied to your family and much more to the blood running through your veins. it's a curse, in fact, as it demands heavy sacrifices the rings don't, and one that can only be tied to the blood running through your veins.

(your mother looks at you as if expecting some kind of reaction from you, and you can only wonder at which point you weren't supposed to see it as a given. duty and sacrifices have been one and the same for you for a long time now. is it even duty if it doesn't require any sacrifices from you?)

imagine you're luce, and your mother dies for duty. she's the donna, and so she dies for your family. she's the sky arcobaleno, and so she dies for the world. she's your mother, but she dies anyway, doesn't fight it either, even knowing she will leave you behind, even knowing she won't ever get to see what you look like all grown-up.

everywhere you look, duty stares back at you, from your mother and the pacifier around her neck, her love for your family and the life she gives up for it, her love for you and how she dies anyway while you're still only a child. duty, from your family members and how they die for you and kill for you, how they do both at your command, how their lives are in the palms of your hands and how they weigh only as much as you allow them to at a time. duty, from the knowledge your foresight gives you and the shackles tied to the blood running through your veins.

your mother's only duty while she lives too. she loves you, but she'd have had to give birth to you anyway even if she didn't. she loves you, but she still gave birth to you even knowing the kind of life you'd have to live, the kind of hands you'd inevitably end up with, the burdens she'd have to lay on your shoulders, passing them down from her own. because she loves you, she finds the resolve to raise you to be able to face all of it head-on and come out on top, but she'd have had to raise you much the same way anyway even if she didn't.

(she doesn't die for you, doesn't fight to be able to keep living with you, and this, too, is your mother surrendering to duty one last time.)

(you're so sick of it, so angry at it, so hateful and resentful against it. you're so stifled by it to the point you've stopped being able to breathe for a long time now. or you would have been if they had taught you how to face duty in this way too.

it's for the better they didn't. a silver lining, sparing you pain that isn't necessary for you to go through. everyone you turn to only teaches you how to keep holding your breath longer, and you listen and learn, obedient and dutiful as you've ever been.

you're grateful for it too. really, you are.)

everywhere you look, there's no room for you to so much as question any of it, let alone anything more. duty is commendable, something you ought to look up to and strive towards, strive to achieve. duty is the right thing to do. of course it is.

(you exhale a breath of relief that shakes you down to your very core.

thank god, it's at least the right thing to do.

you're grateful for it beyond words. really, you are.)

imagine you're luce, and before it even happens, you know the choice you'll make when climbing that mountain, when standing on top of it, when waiting for a bright light to shine down on you from above. you know the choice you'll make then, even when pregnant with your daughter.

it doesn't matter since how long you knew, be it years, months, days, hours or minutes before. all that matters is that before you can even contemplate the idea of making another choice and all its implications and possible consequences, before the thought can even come alive in your mind, you already know the choice you'll make.

(you can see the future, but just because you already saw it, it doesn't mean it's now set in stone.

you can see the future, but just because you're given the chance to fight to change it, it doesn't mean it still won't happen every bit like you saw it.

it doesn't mean it can't still happen even worse than how you first saw it happen because you fought to change it, no matter how already dreadful it originally was.)

imagine you're luce, and before it even happens, you know they'll be others with you standing on top of that mountain. you're the only one who'll know it before it happens.

(because you can see the future.

and oh, you did not ask for it.)

they're strangers, people you don't owe anything to. adults who choose to show up at the first meeting, and to show up to every following mission after that. the chosen seven, whose ambitions and prides lead them to walk the path of the seven strongest too once laid down in front of them.

you don't force their hands in making any of those choices for them. you're not responsible for any of them.

you become coworkers then, accomplices, your hands stained in blood to various extent, but now dipping in the same pool of blood as you strive towards the same goal together. you have each other's backs, learn each other's strengths and weaknesses, learn each other's personalities, likes and dislikes. you keep having to spend more time together as the missions keep coming your way.

inevitably, you come to care about them. even more damning, they come to care about you in return. enough so they'll look after your daughter even after what'll happen on top of that mountain. enough so they'll look after your granddaughter too, warmly and fondly enough she'll call one of them uncle.

you're still the only one who knows they'll stand together with you on top of that mountain, not knowing what'll happen on it like you do.

and you do care about them, you swear you do. really, you do.

(you care about them the same way your mother cared about you, and how she still raised you to have steel in you and be made of sharp edges you know how to use. you care about them the same way you care about your family, and how you still send them to their deaths as needed so the rest of your family you care about just the same can keep on living longer and safely. this is the only way you've had the chance to learn how to care and love.

duty and sacrifices have been one and the same for you for as long as you can remember. it doesn't matter at which point sacrifices came to mean love to you too.

and most of all, you love your daughter more than anything else in the world.)

imagine you're luce, and this is who you are. this is who you've been raised to be, the only way you've been given room to grow up to be. this is the life you've lived and the kind of life that has shaped you as the person you are now. this is what you've been taught and told is the best version of yourself you could have grown up to be. this is who you ended up being by what you've been taught and told are all the right choices to make.

you're still the only one who knows what is about to happen on top of that mountain. it hasn't happened yet. the fate of the world hangs on what'll happen on top of that mountain, the same world you'll have to give birth to your daughter in. the same daughter you're currently pregnant with.

now imagine you're luce, look me in the eye and tell me you'd know how to even form the thought of the possibility of there being any other choice to make. look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn't look at the only choice in front of you, and know deep in your bones it's the only right choice to make. that it is right of you to make it. because it simply has to be.

(imagine you're luce, and you're not doomed by the narrative. of course, you're not.

why would you need to be when the narrative has painstakingly shaped you all your life to become its perfect, faithful and dutiful sacrificial lamb?

and then, imagine you're luce, and you're even grateful for it, so, so very grateful it held up its end of the bargain too.

truly, you are.)

[saturnniidae]

Rotbtd height and body headcanons

Rapunzel, 6': I see her as fairly tall, like imo she'd need to be so her hairs not dragging on the floor as much, also in my mind she's very willowy

Cass, 5'5: Raps' short, buff butch gf that can easily pick her up and throw her over her shoulder (though it'd be a bit awkward bc no matter how strong you are, if you're shorter than the person you're carrying balance is difficult. As if that'd stop her though)

Jack, 5'7: (I think this is actually pretty close to his canon height) not a complete stick, lean muscle from manual labor when he was alive, but still not as physically strong as say, Merida

Merida, 5'2: I see her as short and stocky since she like climbs cliffs and does archery (as well as sword fighting) , so really good core and back/shoulder muscles

Hiccup, 5'4: Short trans boy and tall trans girl solidarity with Astrid. He'll always be a scrawny little nerd to me, but I won't deny he's definitely built up some lean muscle from working in the forge + training with Astrid. I also think he's weirdly flexible, (like, probably in the hypermobility way) and it freaks people out he also still has like. Weirdly gangly limbs for his height

Astrid, 5'10: She's only a bit taller than in canon, but she's heavier and very muscular due to her constant training and diet. Buffstrid is REAL and she's beautiful

[mysticalcats]

My hc of you is that you are australian and I have no idea why. For some reason you are registered in my brain as australian. Is that true like did you ever mention that or did I just make that up. Sorry if this sounds weird but I need answers

LMAO either i've mentioned it here or you're incredible at guessing because you are absolutely right

[irregularbillcipher]

i obviously have my own specific, strong headcanons, and i know the answer might just be “idk i don’t think about him,” but for people who also headcanon kryptos as being from bill’s dimension— what’s your hc for why he made it out of the dimension when everyone else burned?

[aroacesigma]

sigzai hc that dazais suicide jokes make sigma rly worried and sometimes send him into a panic attack bc he doesnt want to lose dazai anf the stupid twink realizes it eventually (sigma refuses to say anything bc thats just how dazai copes and he doesnt want to somehow make it worse) and stops making as many self deprecating jokes/becomes more aware of how much he means to people . i dont even know they make me insane

i love them

[cads-the-cat]

Some while ago i saw this comment about what if the members of Sleep Token all have fake social media accounts that have nothing to to with their identities whatsoever (not even their real life ones) and that's how they lurk on/engage with the fandom because obviously due to the nature of the band they don't really interact with fans much?

I think about this comment way too much because what if they do? Or what if the entiere gang including Espera and crew have this meme group chat where they share memes and art and stuff about Sleep Token? I really hope they do because the fandom is (1) extremely talented and (2) incredibly funny and i hope they get joy out of it

[sysig]

Last man standing (Patreon)

[spacecluster]

I just love how in age of ultron

Marvel established

that they have these pods

that can heal people of serious injuries

And are capable of building an entire body out of nothing pretty much aside from like a sentient Rock

and that this pod

which is destroyed at some point in this movie

is a lower level version of something that Dr Helen Cho has in her facility in wherever she said it was cause it's been a while since I've watched this movie

and then they

to my knowledge

Never mentioned again

[brainrotdotorg]

The reason I don’t make a lot of very insightful posts about studying characters and the world they’re in is because I don’t know enough about jean everything I have to say about Harry and Kim has already been said I feel like I don’t have as much to say about the student communists because I am a bad communist who hasn’t done any of the required reading (lmao) my only thoughts on the RCM as an institution arent very well-developed (and also are through an American bias of what police are like rather than how they exist in Elysium) and I don’t know fucking. ANYTHING about the innocentic system.

But I sure can tell you a lot about the skills and piss/fuck. Which isn’t actually a lot but boy I can tell you

[plumbogs]

why is every single character of your lesbian au AMAB

probably good to clarify first here that they're not specifically transfem versions of existing characters. they're primarily afab (aside from tycho, who is an alien and probably intersex idc they're technically not part of the lesbian cast but are the kid of two of them, and phoebe who is a transwoman) in the canon

second to clarify that this is an anti-terf account, amab lesbians exist, and this story is Not for anyone who disagrees with that

[darkartistyt]

silly mspaint doodles for my silly au

more under the cut

daina's one of the backup dancers in this au bc i said so

besties

[bespokeminutiae]

It's Pride Month. Have some Temenos Headcanons!

Disclaimer: I have not finished the game. I've only played through the Crackridge part of Temenos's chapter 3.

Please do not put spoilers on my post!!

So as of Temenos' Chapter 3 part 1 here's my impression of him:

He's autistic

He has a special interest in people, especially in social interaction.

This is not the same thing as having good social skills.

He's a fairly private person, instead having several different masks that he puts on based on the social situation he's in.

He has "kindly parish priest" for the kiddos, "scary inquisitor" for adults who he expects to respect his authority, "customer service smile of please die" for adults who have power over him (except the pontiff), and "snarky asshole" for people he trusts with it. (you can kinda see this in the game dialogue imo!)

Pre-travelling, he doesn't have a lot of friends. He has a lot of colleagues, but not a lot of friends.

50/50 odds for each individual friendship as to whether Temenos likes the other person less than the other person likes him or whether the other person likes Temenos less than Temenos likes the other person.

Crick definitely likes Temenos more than Temenos likes Crick, but Crick keeps spending time with him and isn't just putting up with his presence, so Temenos is growing to like him more and more.

He has to concede that the other travelers are his friends after months of traveling with them, but he definitely gets on best with Osvald, Throné, and Cassti.

He has a soft spot for Agnea and Ochette, but has trouble seeing them as adults instead of as basically equivalent to the parish children who come watch his paper plays.

He's Transmasc

His gender and presentation are designed to do two things, in order of priority: Minimize dysphoria, and manage other people's expectations.

Like literally the cleric profession has a shapeless robe as the uniform for both genders. Nothing says "Please stop hitting on me" and "I do not wish to think about my body" quite like a shapeless robe. Tell me I'm wrong. You can't.

Definitely entered the church fairly young to avoid getting hit on/having to think about his gender

when he did get hit on as a young teen, it was less because he was attractive and more because he was low-hanging fruit.

Gondor has no binder. Gondor needs no binder.

Gondor has no ass. Gondor needs no ass.

To this day, he's a stick and absolutely uses the robes/cloak to be bigger/more intimidating.

Investigating his gender/sexuality came fairly easy to him Both because "Doubt is what I do" and also because this man is pretty autistic and sometimes social norms/gender expectations are stupid.

If he used modern American language to describe himself, he'd probably be a Triple A (Autistic, Agender, Asexual)

In-setting, what I think he settled on is that being a man (short hair, male pronouns) provides him with the most comfortable experience in his society--it gets him the respect he wants (for the most part) when he needs it and it shields him from harassment/danger (for the most part) that would come with being a woman, and anything further is a private matter.

It's not obvious what the structure of the church is and whether there's sexism involved in who does what job, but Octopath still does have some sexism baked into the setting as a whole in ways that make me feel like Temenos would find it advantageous to choose to be a man (so to speak) in this society, even if his personal feelings are somewhat more complicated.

They're not that much more complicated. He mostly doesn't think about it. It's not relevant to the investigation.

[otakusapien]

I can genuinely see Kyouya and Kaoru getting together at some point after high school. I’d have to re-read the manga to remember a lot of the specifics, but I remember them bonding and getting closer in the later half, particularly during the arc where the twins had their actual falling out. Things like Kaoru crashing at Kyouya’s place when he wanted to get away. Them relating to each other on a philosophical level.

In general, they’re both kind of the chillest people there, and I can see Kaoru finding Kyouya’s scheming entertaining in a “watch a heist leader explain their plan at the end” kind of way. While I think Tamaki’s unflappable earnestness is what brought out the best in Kyouya, I also think someone who’s more of a realist would work better as a long term partner for him. I think Kyouya might like being with someone who could appreciate some deviousness over being appalled by it every time, and they might even have fun scheming together. And while he’s not Actual Golden Retriever Tamaki, Kaoru is still a very kind person who loves fun, and he’d still be a positive influence.

Also, imagine them bonding over having stepped back from their crushes on one half of TamaHaru because they wanted a loved one to be happy. They have a drunken conversation about it one night and that’s kind of what gets the ball rolling on everything? They’re a bit emotionally vulnerable with each other in a way they haven’t been with most of their other friends? Kaoru being able to go to someone he knows will just listen instead of forcing confrontation via hijinks. Kyouya having someone he can trust to keep his privacy.

They might not be endgame, but honestly, they seem like they could be really healthy for each other