#loaf's headcanons

[loafbud]

im bored and i love gleeoks and i got some headcanons for these guys so here's some rambles about these creatures ;;

Flame Gleeok [🔥👑]

[he/him] The cockiest most brazen out of the Gleeok trio. His heads always have a big stupid grin and haughty gaze, like he's just asking you to punch him in the face(s) with that dumb smirk(s)! He's very boastful over the littlest things you could possibly think of. He has an account on Gleeoktok and is quite the viral draconic monster there!

Flame would visit Thunder's place in the Colosseum Ruins and talk the cold, cantankerous Gleeok's ears off about anything that comes to his mind. Thunder really hates it when Flame makes them watch Gleeoktok videos with him, as Thunder honestly has no interest nor knowledge on how social media even works.

Now when it comes to Frost? Flame and Frost surprisingly get along! She is used to Flame's loud, talkative behavior & hearing him go on and on aimlessly. Unlike Thunder, she's also patient with him too and supports him on his Gleeoktok journeys!

Frost Gleeok [❄️👑]

[she/her] An absolute sweetheart; loves playing in the snow! Sometimes she can't tell the difference between someone trying to battle her or them wanting to play, so she has a tendency (even during battles) to roll giant snowballs that can send someone flying. Out of the other two Gleeoks, Frost is the most carefree and welcoming. For an ice dragon, she has a very warm heart!

Thunder Gleeok [⚡👑]

[they/them] Cold and calculating, and a force to be reckoned with at that! Thunder always seems to have their chins held high and chest puffed out, and they have a stiff, grand stride.

Thunder has a very short temper yet he has an unnerving way of keeping his composure when around irritants. Oooo don't get me started on Flame! Thunder wants to take his claws and scratch out every single of of Flame's heads.

[wip]

King Gleeok [🔥⚡❄️👑]

[wip]

[vladdyissues]

workin' on the clone gestation AU, thanks to the kick in the ass you gave me, thought you might like to know one of the ideas in the way too big idea overflow doc now is, and I quote:

-Danny ends up shapeshifting a little to appear as Vlad's age-appropriate partner for something or other and Vlad is completely unprepared for Danny roleplaying as a silver fox while still being a cheeky smartass taking any opportunity to reference personal history in a way that makes Vlad sounf as weird as he is (e.g. "Oh we met when he wanted my collaboration on something personal, so he invited me to his creepy cheese castle and dragged me to his secret tech lab in the middle of the night.")

This could be an episode. I want this to be an episode. One where Danny learns to shift his form, both ghost half and human half, into anything he wants. (And then unwittingly gets stuck in one form and has to undertake some grueling task to change back, or wait for it to run its course.)

In the meantime, he'd be using all sorts of "old people" language and constantly having his anachronisms corrected by Vlad.

"We didn't have microwaves in the 60s, Daniel. We ate real food—suspended in a matrix of lime-flavored gelatin, the way God intended."

[starry-bi-sky]

I am of the DPxDC belief/headcanon that any variation of Danny who grew up poor in Gotham during his formative years before moving to Amity Park would not be friends with Sam without friction at first. It makes things more interesting and imo allows for more exploration of different themes plus character growth for Sam that she doesn't really go through in canon.

(this doesn't only apply to a DPDC au where Danny grew up in Gotham poor, but it was the first thing that I thought of where this might happen considering my Childhood Friends au.)

Now Sam's a compassionate girl, it's one of her defining character traits, but so is her hypocrisy and judgy-ness. She's the Not Like Other Girls' girl. This is in part of the show's narrative framing that makes her out like this, unfortunately though its still showing how she is as a character since its consistent enough to be part of her character description. There are also times where the show's depiction of her activism makes it look like she's performative about it. All of this makes her dynamic with a Danny who grew up poor in Gotham very interesting.

Anyways, Sam is aware of her privilege to an extent, but still has her blindspots - glaring ones, in some cases. Her self-righteous attitude would not go over well with a crime alley kid Danny. He'd like her, at first, but then she'd do something to make him mad - personally I think her judging people for not being vegan would annoy him the most, or at least would be the breaking point for him, because it was only recently that his family started actually being able to consistently put food on the table at all, good food nonetheless. And being vegan is expensive.

Any other behavior he noticed from her he'd slowly stop tolerating - her judging conventionally attractive girls and automatically assuming they're vapid and shallow for being feminine. Her anti-capitalist beliefs start coming off as superficial at worst, and Danny would eventually figure out that Sam either came from a family that was well off, or that she wasn't aware if her family was experiencing financial struggle.

He would still be friends with Tucker, but since Tucker imo is still friends with Sam, they'd still run into each other often enough to butt heads. Sam's got a nasty habit of refusing to take responsibility when she's wrong, but when Danny is arguing with her, and counterpointing her with stuff she can't retort back at without compromising her own beliefs, then forces her to start reflecting on herself. Especially when Tucker eventually starts siding with Danny and agreeing with him.

Does sam genuinely care about her beliefs and philosophies? Survey says yes. However that doesn't mean she's not ignorant, and she definitely is at times throughout the show (like when she released the purpleback gorilla thinking it 'wanted out of its enclosure' despite the fact that it was endangered and in an urban area) and I think it'd be a real fascinating dynamic between Danny and Sam to explore.

This isn't Sam hate btw, nor am I trying to make her out like "the worst person ever" bc she's not, i wanna make that explicitly clear. Sam Manson has a lot of positive traits about her but she also has an equal amount of negative traits that I think should be explored, she is not immune to the character development.

[adm-starblitzsteel-4305]

Godzilla: I am darkness. I am an power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am-

Astra II: A doll.

Madison Russell: A cinnamon roll.

Mothra: A sweetheart.

Godzilla:

Godzilla: ...stop it.

[enchantedchocolatebars]

A Shift In Enthusiasm

Summary: Their enthusiasm for early morning witch hunting switches when Philip and Caleb reach their teens.

Original headcanon

Ao3 version

Enjoy!

"Caleb, Caleb, Caleb!" Both of Caleb's brown eyes slowly blinked open as he heard the chipper voice of his baby brother calling his name and felt his little hands roughly shake him.

"Caleb, Caleb, Caleb!" Little Philip continued to chant.

It was apparent that the smaller boy was excited about something.

Pulling himself upright, the blonde was greeted with an enthusiastic smile that rivaled the radiance of the orange-red glow of the sun.

"Yes, Pip?" he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"A witch hunt is happening outside!" Philip replied in a zestful manner, directing a pointer finger toward the window.

Shifting his gaze outside, Caleb observed a handful of locals heading in the direction of the woods, some of whom were holding their pitchforks high in the air.

"We have to take part in it!" Philip tried to persuade in a heroic tone as he went over to the pillow on his bed and reached his hand under it, pulling out a stick.

"It's our sole duty as witch hunters to do so!"

He raised his twig high in the air with a sense of triumph.

Caleb, still half asleep, gave his brother a sleepy smile and sighed.

"Pip, it's a bit too early, don't you think?" he asked.

"It's never too early for witch hunting, Caleb," Philip happily argued.

"How about we go in the afternoon? I'm sure there will be another hunt happening by then."

After a yawn, Caleb readjusted himself and tried to drift back to sleep, but Philip wouldn't allow that.

"Caleb, don't be a sleepyhead! We have to go now!" Philip whined as he grabbed his brother's arm and managed to roughly yank him out of bed before darting out the door with him.

The older child uttered out a sudden squeak as he was taken aback by the younger's action and exclaimed, "H-Hey! Pip, we need to change out of our sleepwear first before going out!"

...

Philip, now a teenager, slept peacefully beneath the warmth of his cozy blanket as the rooster from outside greeted the break of dawn with a resounding crow, signaling the beginning of a new day.

He had recently purchased Matthew Hopkins' latest autobiography book with the money he earned from helping out at the stables titled, "The Ways of a Witch Hunter", and it was clutched to his side.

Suddenly, the bedroom door swings open swiftly.

"Philip!" Caleb beamed loudly as he entered the room and grinned ear to ear.

The brunette rose up from his rest with a tremendous jerk.

"What?!" he asked, his tone alarmed.

The blonde took note of the hardcover that Philip held tightly in his hands and blinked.

"Wait, you... sleep with a book?" Caleb pointed out with a confused expression.

Blue eyes swiftly glanced down at the hardback book before returning to look at Caleb.

A vexing frown slowly developed on the brunette's face as he tucked his book under his pillow while grumbling something under his breath.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed. "What is it, Caleb?" he groaned.

Caleb gave a smile at the unenthused expression on Philip's face and said, "I wanted both of us to be present during the witch hunt that's taking place outside."

A small group of locals were heading into the woods, some armed with pitchforks.

Philip let out a second groan.

"Caleb, let me sleep," Philip voiced in a mumbled, tired tone. "It's too early."

"It's never too early for witch hunting, Philip," Caleb happily stated. "You used to always say that!"

Philip could only roll his eyes.

"Yeah, when I was eight," he grumbled, returning his head to his pillow and shutting his eyes.

After letting out a sad sigh, Caleb soon smiled with amusement.

"Oh, Philip," the blonde began in a playful rhythmic tone.

"If you continue to lie in bed, you're granting me complete permission to pick you up and take you witch hunting with me."

Philip remained in bed, making an effort to ignore his brother.

"Very well, then," Caleb laughed as he approached the side of Philip's bed, effortlessly lifting him up and throwing him over his shoulder like a heavy sack.

"Let's get going!"

"HEY!" Philip yells as Caleb departs from the room with him. "What do you think you're doing, Caleb!?"

"I've already given you a heads up on what I was going to do, Philip," Caleb chuckled.

"PUT ME DOWN!" Philip demanded, kicking and screaming, but Caleb only continued to smile, humming a lively ditty.

"You are so immature! I hope the devil drags you to his chambers for this! ... AT THE VERY LEAST, LET ME CHANGE FIRST!"

[judathian]

Unknown headcanon you have to pry from my cold dead hands:

If content enough, it will purr

the sound is garbled and sickly sounding, but it rumbles like a cat

[sovaghoul]

Aromantic Ivy and I-had-one-true-love-in-a-former-life-and-will-never-love-another Chain being QPPs who also fuck nasty to regulate their emotions and sing 70s Meat Loaf to each other:

I want you

I need you

But there ain't no way

I'm ever gonna love you

Now don't be sad

Cuz two outta three ain't bad

@the-moon-in-the-gutter

[queensbrother]

FFXIVWrite | 7. Morsel

[f!wolgraha (gen) | post-ARR/CT era | word count: 420 | Rating: G]

“Archon loaf,” she muses, staring at the dense slice of bread before her. At least, it looks like bread and smells like bread, but the look on G’raha’s face is more than enough to give her pause. 

“It is something of a staple in Old Sharlayan. Particularly amongst students and scholars,” he says nonchalantly, pushing the bread closer towards her as he urges her to take a bite. “It provided more than enough sustenance when I was studying for my archon marks.” 

Mara squints at him suspiciously, but tears a piece off the corner, examining the morsel up closely before popping it into her mouth. 

It is an assault on her senses. 

The taste is… not good. Besides the slight hint of fish, everything else is so much—  if there is any one word she can think of to sum it up, none comes to mind. It is somehow denser than it looks, a texture so difficult to chew that she imagines that this must be what it’s like to eat clay, and it takes everything not to gag when she tries to swallow it down. 

Mara may have slayed Primals but this small piece of bread was about to bring her down. 

It is unpleasant all around, but she realises G’raha is still watching her expectantly and she steels herself. Trying her best to maintain as neutral expression as possible. 

“And you,” she covers her mouth. She’s still chewing, how is there still so much? Gods, it’s unlike anything she’s ever eaten before, as difficult to describe as it is to swallow. “You would eat this all the time back home?” 

G’raha nods, a smirk tugging at his lips. “All the time.” 

“It’s…” she starts, still chewing. Wondering if there is any way she can describe it without causing offence. 

“Awful?” he offers. 

Mara frowns. 

G’raha can’t help but snicker, “I’m sorry, Mara. It’s supposed to be. ‘Tis true that I did eat it all the time, but your mask is simply not as inscrutable as you’d imagined.”

She could care less that her reaction is so apparent. 

“How?” 

“It is an acquired taste, I’ll admit, given that taste was not something accounted for when it was created. I usually have it in a sandwich. Maybe some rolanberry jam would help to make it more palatable.” 

Finally swallowing the last of the archon loaf, she reaches for the mug he has set aside. “I think it’s a taste I would rather not acquire,” she says, gulping the drink down.

[sarroora]

OUUUUGH I MEANT TO SAY THINGS TO YOU EARLIER I FORGOR

Ok but that researching thing is SO REAL like i swear I'm not plotting to poison cats 😭

Also I'll chuck some headcanons at you because it's been a minute since I've done so

T.C. sleeps like he's dead and this varies only between In-The-Coffin and Just-Been-Murdered

Benny's jacket is probably handmade from his Ma from when he was younger and he just never outgrew it because he's so smol

If you were to brush Chooch you could make a whole nother Chooch out of all the fur you get, and Chooch would still be just as fluffy as he was before. (Infinite fur glitch?)

Spook ekeke's in his sleep. You can just hear him chattering in some corner of the alley or when he's napping on his beanbag. The gang tells him this all the time and he never believes them.

Fancy's tubby figure allows him to perfectly imitate loaves of bread on accident. At one point he was mistaken for a nice round loaf of Pumpernickel when he was napping in front of a bakery. Scared the hell out of a little old lady and himself when she tried to pick him up.

Most of Brain's habits are very catlike as he was the latest out of all of them to be integrated into a humanized society so he still makes short sprints on all fours before walking on twos and will always flee on all fours if he's scared. He also does that chicken legg thing to clean his legs SHAMELESSLY because nobody explained to him why that might be considered inappropriate to humans.

SEPARATION THINGY IGNORE THIS 💃🧚💃

Bonus Brain HC that also doubles as a teaser for my backstory fic of him; sometimes he just says the name of an emotion he's feeling because the lil ol library lady who taught him how to speak told him to 'say his emotions' to help process them and he took that literally. He slowly weaned off that habit when he got older but old habits die hard so now you'll very rarely hear him whispering 'happy!' to himself or saying 'confused?' to somebody. However he never stopped yelping 'afraid!' when frightened and running away.

So yeah there we go *breakdances*

[azulzfunniblog]

so

something I forgot to put for the South park headcanons post; Tweek and Craig have sleepovers 24/7, and everytime they sleep, they just

Craig always has his hand in tweek's hair- he thinks it's soft

Craig also has his face near Tweek's, he never notices Tweek's quiet little snoring

[welcome-home-art-dump]

Today Frank’s concern of Palette’s influence increases subtly.

I’m sorry, but now I can’t get the idea of Wally picking up cat-like traits from his own cat out of my head now.

Since he’s living with a critter that sometimes shows unique habits, I feel he may try and mimic some feline attributes he finds interesting.

Take the classic cat loaf. A position he sees Palette do a lot. At first he was confused, seeing that her legs just disappeared from view. Bit Palette assured him it was fine and that she does it when she’s comfortable and happy. She then invites him to try it.

This is around the same time Frank goes to talk about his rousing concerns of his pet’s influence, only to find that his suspicions may be true.

Note: he’s probably not this influential, but the concept is too funny for me not to play with.

[invictarre-archive]

anyway my fav running leon joke is that, whenever he's lost, he's just gunning it for the nearest large body of water. there is a magikarp inside his head and it demands he walk along the bottom of the ocean until he reaches a destination. probably not his intended one, but a destination nonetheless

taking him to somewhere like alola (or worse, fucking pasio) becomes a nightmare because of this. you let him out of your sight for five minutes, next thing you know he's seventeen miles out in the ocean and becoming bffs with a school of barracuda

how's he breathing under water, you ask? it's a miracle. a curse. a scientific mystery. not even leon knows

[xamassed]

If your muse agrees to go to the beach / pool with Anita, she will go out of her way to make everything perfect.

Large and fluffy beach towels? Check. Plenty of food and drinks brought in a dinged up backpack? Mega check, and there's so much because she gets even hungrier after she swims. Bottles of sun screen? Check. She'll even go out of her way to help your muse slather it on because she does not want them suffering with a burn.

She'll make sure that it's fun, even if the person she's hanging out with doesn't go into the water. All she really wants is to just be outside with someone she's cool with, in or out of the water. Sun bathing or just chilling under an umbrella is perfectly alright with her.

[dragon-dress-128]

We stan Autism and LGBT+ rights here, and we celebrate it with dancing

But who’s the woman with Wallace? 🤔 I guess we’ll have to find out

[viralstars]

Secret headcanon drop: you bet your sweet ass he'll never admit to liking anything but classical music and maybe jazz.... But Wesker absolutely listens to dad rock.

[itsmejakeline]

Dogs in Space LGBTQIA+ headcanons

I'm convinced that almost none of the main cast is straight.

1. Garbage is bisexual

2. Stella is lesbian

3. Nomi is either lesbian or bisexual

4. Ed is pansexual

5. Chonies is gay

6. Pepper is asexual

I would consider Loaf and Kira as the only straight characters from the main cast.