#more headcanon garbage

[rexbalistidae]

More on candide and her reptiles. I gave them some placeholder names.

If you haven’t seen any of my other posts on this basically: the reptiles are from the lab candide works in before shadow gov which implants human intelligence into animals to use as weapons or to potentially take over the world just in case their clone project fails. No they do not speak but they have their own forms of communication that candide has learned. Is it a stupid idea? Yes, but so is creating clones of historical figures to take over the world.

One more note abt the reptiles: Argo was introduced to Eden as a juvenile and is very attached to her for a while. He wouldn’t be considered stubborn by the other scientists if he wasn’t by Eden’s side. They’re still buddies, eden just doesn’t like to leave the house much which is why Argo is shown with candide more in the show (I’m insane sorry lmao)

[veinsfullofstars]

⚔️ How ‘bout a li'l training montage? 🏹

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Shadow Kirby honing his battle skills with various different Copy Abilities, feat. Dark Meta Knight and Shadow Dedede. More detailed descriptions below the cut. END ID.)

Part 1 | Part 2 (here!)

So I keep thinking about how Shadow Kirby is confirmed in canon to be just as powerful and capable as regular Kirby, so long as he can push past his own reluctance and fears. Then I started thinking about the unique color palette he has for the Fighters games, if that could be a sort of visual indicator of him reaching that full potential. Then I started thinking about who was around to teach him these skills, and the differences in their techniques, and how SD’s treatment of SK might be vastly different from DMK, and how that affects the relationship that DMK & SD might have, and how it all ties in to the sociopolitical climate of the Mirror World as a whole, and oh stars dammit am I making another AU again???

On an unrelated note, screw the Mirror World for giving everyone in it just the most annoying color palettes to shade. Grays on grays on grays and sometimes red but mostly grays. I am languishing in render hell and ready to move on to the next one thank you. Too many headcanons - not enough time or hands or energy.

Started 11/07/23, finished 11/16/23, updated 03/01/24, updated for color correction 11/02/24. NOTE: This was originally posted on my deleted account on 11/16/23. | Kintsugi AU Masterpost

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Image descriptions

Top left: SK in Ninja gear, facing left, looking focused and holding out his katana, imitating DMK standing beside him in a similar pose with his own sword.

Top middle: SK in Archer gear, leaping up to fire an arrow from his bow.

Top right: SK in Bomb gear - also sporting his darker swirl coloration from Kirby Fighters - winking and sticking his tongue out as he tosses a bomb towards the viewer.

Middle: SK - in Wrestler gear with KF colors - delivering a strong leaping kick to a wooden training dummy, while DMK & SD observe in the background. SD stands with arms crossed and eyes narrowed, his mouth pulled into a sinister, calculating grin. DMK stands at his side, wrapped in his cape with eyes hidden in the shadows of his mask, a pensive ellipsis over his head.

Bottom left: SK facedown on the floor with a cross of bandages on his head, exhausted from training. DMK’s hand awkwardly comes in from off-screen, placing a bottle of Energy Drink beside him.

Bottom right: SK powering up into his KF form, fists clenched, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a roar, an aura of purple-black flame flickering around him.)

[heroesriseandfall]

Kind of funny when fanfic writers have Tim figure out Dick’s identity by seeing Robin do a quadruple flip in person, because DC writers didn’t even think of that back when they were trying to make it a rule that Robin couldn’t be seen on TV so the Batfam could be urban legends. They just still had Tim see Robin do a flip on TV and never tried to explain how Robin could be an urban legend and still have his exploits broadcasted on TV by professional news media.

[livethrushit]

hxh spoilers abound in my trash pile of headcanon theories

i personally subscribe to the pregnancy stone theory. it's so aggressively ging. him being a stupid teenager who wants to EXPERIENCE EVERYTHING to the point where he's like "lmao yea lemme get pregnant" with zero thought put into it. just vibes and morning sickness.

but im kind of also obsessed with the idea of pre-transition pari being gon's other parent and *ging* being the reasonable one. like he probably has his first ever one night stand with shelia and immediately realizes the gravity of his mistake. pari's manipulator ability relies on vulnerability to work. ging having his first time with shelia was all it took. he can sense the power of their aura and knows it's unlike anything he's ever felt. it's oppressive, murky, and dark. he is keenly aware he has stepped into an abyss with no exit. it terrifies him, he knows it will end him. he must do everything he can to stop it from spreading.

now they have a baby in the mix & ging can't let that kind of upbringing occur. the kid could become a well trained monster. shelia lets him take the baby bc they like this little game, they like to see ging squirm.

so you end up with ging being an irresponsible deadbeat, but also he's trying to protect the overall population from probably the biggest threat to humanity they've ever experienced. like hang on son, mommy is using their nen to create dark continent human hybrids that will destroy the world as we know it, brb lol.

[dostyaak]

please yap about hinako king 🙏

Ough... What have you done?

Oh God... This is going to be loooong.

The fake Hinako was always an interesting character to me, I've always liked how she acted, and I mean EVERYTHING.

Her personality, her plot, her character development (Even though it was pretty short, I still loved it), her design HECK, EVERYTHING I don't know what happened, she's one of my favorite dummies, I just really love her character, she's funny, she's interesting and she's an asshole, my favorite tropes <3 /j

With that, I started craving more content about her, eventually looking for fanfics about her, I was just curious to see what the fandom was doing with my fav I found some cool fanfics, some pretty good, some mid, some I didn't even dare to read just because of the tags, every kind of thing

Until. I found a fanfic about Real!Hinako.

(This fanfic to be specific: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45710128/chapters/115030948)

I know this post isn't a fanfic review but I gotta say, I didn't finish the fanfic... It was an OK fanfic, not extremely good but not horrible, just... Fine

Anyway, something on that fanfic sparkled in my heart, something about reading about a suicidal girl surviving a Death Game and slowly regaining will to live was incredible.

I started to think about the stuff I didn't enjoy the fanfic, Real!Hinako is a character that we have NO INFORMATION about, so the author did whatever he wanted, giving Hinako a backstory about how her father killed her only and best friend, hence why she's suicidal

It was an good lore but I didn't liked it that much, something about it didn't sat me right, so I thought "What would I do if I wrote a fanfic about her? That was my mistake.

I started to think about what would I do, how would I do, what events would happen, what wouldn't, who would she trust, who she wouldn't, how would her suicidal tendencies effect her, how would she regain her will to live, etc etc

I wrote a whole ass backstory about her, I started writing a first chapter for a possible fanfic about Hinako surviving the Death Game, about how she would become friends with Ranmaru and Anzu and that would help her feel alive again, I wrote and drew A LOT. (I lost most of those drawings because my computer broke, but I had like THREE WHOLE 2500X2500 PIXELS CANVAS JUST FILLED WITH DOODLES OF HER)

Also about her backstory that I created: Basically, Hinako had a normal family with a mom and a dad, the classic "butter advertisement family", y'know? Her dad worked for a well-know pharmacy bussines... ASU-NARO, did he know about how inhuman ASU-NARO was? Kind of, but he gained enough money to protect and give a good life to the people he loved the most, his wife and his daughter, so he could overlook wha they did, besides he didn't know everything, he just knew the tip of the iceberg, if he knew everything he probably would've stopped... Right? That doesn't matter, eventually he started to notice that ASU-NARO was looking throught his family, investigating and stalking his wife and daughter, and on a desperate move to protect them, he asked for a divorce, which left Hinako's mom in shambles, she started to develop a hatred for her husband, he never told her what went wrong, why he was going away, what could she do to be better, he was just... Gone As for Hinako, she also didn't knew anything, but she couldn't hate her father, he was such a good person, such a good father, her only friend, the person she trusted the most... How could she hate him? They would meet up during the weekends, and every time Hinako asked why he went away, he would alway say the name thing "It's for your own safety, dearie..." He became more and more distant each time, eventually he stopped meating up with Hinako, stopped answering his wife's calls, stopped calling Hinako's mom, completely fed up with his cold shoulders, decided to go to his house to settle things up with him The scene she saw... Her ex-husband... Hanged... Dead. Hinako never saw his body, thankfully, but that didn't mean his death didn't affected her family Her mom became even more distante and angry, angry at her husband, angry at Hinako, she couldn't help but feel angry at her, she just... Looked so much like him, looking at Hinako reminded her of her husband, that made her so annoyed About Hinako, she became more distant of her friends, she didn't felt like talking with anyone, she missed her father so much, she tried to hate him hoping that hate would made her feel something different, but nothing, she just felt so... Miserable "One day... I'll be with you, dad..."

GRRRRRRRRRRRR I FUCKING LOVE THIS BACKSTORY I GAVE HER, I CAN'T EVEN EXPRESS ENOUGH

I think what made me love her more was making this backstory, it just made me feel so connected with her, creating a story and carefully putting stuff together just so I can make sense of her character is so... Amazing, I loved it

Will I write that fanfic I said I started? Probably, I really want to, I have a lot of stuff planned to it, I just need to start writing

Anyway, have some HinaDoodles

My daughter :]

[scarycranegame]

HI I CANT REPLY TO THE POST BUT YOURE SOOOOOOOOOOOO RIGHT

I had the thought that they probably slept together and regret it after bc of the pregnancy but the idea that he raped her was so prevalent online I thought it was stated canon and I was just misremembering or something and i've not yet replayed it

FINALLY OH MY GOD SOMEONE UNDERSTANDS...... we're spinning around and frolicking in a field right now

but yeah no seriously yr right, it is never canonically stated and tbh i dont even consider it heavily implied because. yknow. [gestures to the 2 hours it took to write my theory post]. like.. its a valid interpretation of course, its just that the fandom treats it so much like it was canonically stated that some people think the entire game is about it. which. it very much Is Not™. so i guess what im trying to say is that im really glad to see someone else follow the same train of thought as me!!! :DDD feels good to know im not totally out of touch LMAO

[chaosxcrushed]

no pronouns seam GO

[infizero]

every time i so much as think about that scene where light looks at porn magazines while scowling i go into hysterics its genuinely the funniest thing i've ever seen

[citrine-elephant]

CHREON DATE IDEA:

chris has to appease leon's extreme appetite and is struggling to satisfy his fucked up neurons with rotting slop. he is crying. his boyfriend is trying to take shit from the dumpster. he is embarassing. chris can't break up with him because he loves his trash panda boyfriend but he cannot deal with this, why is he like this

[ehh-is-the-name]

you know what, idc what the poll says.

In my heart of hearts, s1 Mephone4 picked up the "unknown gender freak" line from Cobs just like he did with the "get set, on your mark, go" one.

Cobs may respect your pronouns now, but in 2011..? Hell, before that??? I don't wanna say it, but I know what I know.

[island-in-the-shadows]

Why do I feel like part of Roach's story the rest of this season is recreating the soup?

[generationa1trauma]

literally insane thinking ab tate just with a little hole in the ground that he has just like. A blanket and a box of trinkets in. his little safe place he can hide and not be found. like tiny closet sized not big at all. thinking ab how its a tight squeeze even when hes a teenager but esp as an adult if he ever has to hide in it again

[xdevilrushx]

Oh, look. It's my patron saint as far as the FFVII fandom is concerned.

[articroses]

I feel weird writing this big massive action crossover shounen-ish fanfic because the action / fighting is cool, but I’m focusing more on the impact fighting the big bad has on these child protagonists, especially since they can’t depend on adult characters (more or less). It becomes a bit more realistic (and I guess, “dark and edgy”) to focus on not just physical aspects but mental aspects of their health affected.

I feel like it’s expected of me to write one of the characters dog-walking one of the big bad villains which is whatever, I like that too, but that’s an individualistic sort of approach that goes against the theme I want to set with having bonds that prevent those big battles from happening in the first place (or at least, one person carrying the burden of fighting for everyone, while everyone else is cheering in the background and that is considered the team effort like, I really don’t think a singular hero and his background posse of cheerleaders is team effort guys😭). Basically, those big bad fights aren’t exactly a good thing. It’s like cigarette smoking, cool to see but really not good to do.

This is a huge ramble when I’m just saying expect your expectations to be subverted lol.

Like I do write for me, yes! But I don’t share my fic for me, so it’s a bit weird like I’m in the audience, having my own thoughts / ideas on how this fic will go, but then I turn around to see the rest of the audience expecting something entirely different.

[sureuncertainty]

kinda wanna start sharing more of my writing on here for that makes two of us, or maybe via characterhub i'm just. nervous about it

[evieelyzabethh]

"taste"

☆"you're wonderin' why half his clothes went missin', my body's where they're at"☆ Wearing Arcane characters clothes {fem reader}

cast ✧ Vi, Ekko, Jayce, Viktor, Mel

cw☞ slightly pervy jayce, a bit of fluff, Viktor calls reader a whore, a bit suggestive for all of them

an: this is the case for all my titles, but I feel I should clarify; the songs are not meant to accompany the headcanons, I just get lazy when naming things so I cherry pick song lyrics then use the title lol.

♞Vi♞

♞Vi never thought she would have to worry about her clothes going missing. They're all tattered and torn, holey from all the times she's been cut or stabbed, blood stained from all her injuries throughout the years, and absolutely falling apart at the seams. Hell, her own shirts are so ruined she usually just walks around in chest binding bandages. Granted, stealing Vi's clothes started from an accident of convenience.

You didn't think anything of it as you slipped on the old thing, the writing so faded you could no longer make out the outlines of the letters and the color so sun-bleached it just looked a dull beige. There were holes along the shoulder blade, rib cage, and chest, the hems had long since unraveled, and the neckline had been cut. It Vi wasn't so averse to throwing things out, it's home would've been the garbage can ages ago. But still, it was comfy and clean and something of hers, so you pulled it over your head and carried on into the laundry room where you sat on top of your washing unit, vibrating along with the clunky machine beneath you. You decided to read as you wait, eventually become so engrossed with your book, you miss the sounds of Vi trudging her heavy feet across the floor as she returns from her most recent bout of getting her ass kicked. She hums her way around the space, painfully shrugging her jacket over her aching shoulders, enroute to the laundry room where she finds you, ankles crossed with some old mystery book in your hands. She gawks at you for a moment, not quite knowing what to say at the sight of you in her clothing. It looked good on you. Well, everything looked good on you, but this looked right. "Did you get all dressed up for me, pretty? You jump a bit at the sudden intrusion of her slightly gravelly voice, but eventually relax into her warm, musky presence. She knows how you feel about her smearing her bloody lips across your freshly showered skin, so she bites her lip to swallow her urges. "Depends, did you get yourself all battered just so I could patch you up?" She snickers, wiping the remnants of dried blood from her top lip. "Will my honest earn me a pre-shower kiss?" Of course, you nod your head. You have a very hard time denying her, not even bothered by the feeling of her gauze bound hands grip on your thighs and your skin beneath her shirt. She whimpers, leaning heavily onto the washer, her fingers likely leaving marks from how desperately she grabs at you for stability and her own sanity. She doesn't realize until the adrenaline wears off how much tonight did a toll on her, pulling away from the kiss to rest her head on your shoulder. "You need help to the shower?" "Yeah", she murmurs, hardly louder than a whisper, holding onto your waist as you hop down and sling your arm over her shoulder. "No more pit fighting for a while?", you question lightly, to which she responds by pulling a hefty bag of coins from her pants pocket. "Not for a few months."

★Ekko★

★Ekko has a commune, he is absolutely no stranger to sharing, especially when it comes to clothes. As many times as you have snuck a few of his jackets over the years, he has taken his fair share of your tops, liking the way they constrict and show the definition of his biceps and show off his sculpted lower abdomen. You swap rings, hair ties, and all sorts of accessories, it's another way that you two are visually all over each other. I also wouldn't be surprised if he was the type to buy things knowing they would eventually end up in your closet.

★This being said, you would have better luck getting a reaction out of him showing up wearing nothing rather than in his clothes, at least clothes that aren't important to him. He's so desensitized to the idea of sharing; a regular hoodie wouldn't get him going. Wearing something of his though, his jacket, his mask, replicating how he does his face paint, that would certainly get him. It's the explicit connection to him that gets him, it's you proudly wearing an echo of Ekko.

It was cold and wet and dreary. The sky was grey, and murky puddles formed in the innumerable cracks and crevasses in the dirty floor of the Undercity that the ground began to look like a muddy sea of water. It was the perfect day to be inside, maybe make some warm soup, put on a vinyl and pretend the crackley sound bites are early lightning bolts, and bundle up beside Ekko and call it a day before the sun went down. This was not the case as Ekko was out covering the gardens so they wouldn't be flooded by impure water and preparing for any potential storm surge, leaving you home alone, wrapped in his favorite jacket. You doubted it would be a big deal, it's not like he's ever been upset about borrowing his clothes without asking before, but his reaction when he returns home scares you for a moment. His eyes are closed as he walks through the door, carelessly toeing off his shoes, lifting up his already soaked shirt to wipe the running face paint before it gets into his eyes. From your place on the couch, you look out the window for the first time in hours to see it pouring down, the droplets pelting on your windows and the wind sending the occasional pebble flying at the glass. "I'm telling Scar to do this shit next time, it's too damn w- oh." He freezes, midway through yanking off his raincoat, eye's slightly irritated as they stare at you. oh? "Is that my jacket?" You falter a bit. "Yeah...is that ok?" You had no plans of going out in it, wearing only some old cotton shorts whose elastic waistband snapped years ago and a thin tank top. You didn't even have a bra on. He collects himself though, smirking as he looks you up and down, how good the color compliments your complexion, drinking in the slivers of skin, the sight of your nipples through your top. Of course it's ok, in what fucking world would it not be? "Yea, baby, it's fine." His mumbles, his voice lower and his eyes a bit wide. "You look good in it, too. C'mere, do a spin for me."

❂Jayce❂

❂This man is 6'7 and built like a brick shithouse, his clothes absolutely swallow you and he thinks it's adorable. He gets a fit of cuteness aggression, he just wants to squeeze and hug and kiss you until you pop. It speaks to that part of him that is quite aware of his sheer size, his biceps are the size of your head, you have to look up just to make eye contact with him, his clothes practically fall right off you. He's just so...big.

He awakes slightly startled and feeling empty, immediately feeling your lack of warmth in his arms and slightly panicking. It's too early in the morning to be rational and his frequent nightmares are doing him no favors. He hates waking up alone and cold, he feels like he's waking up in that cave again. His senses calm his rapidly beating heart, the comforting smell of coffee and something syrupy sweet, the sound of something sizzling on the stove. He throws the comforter off him, cringing at the feel of the cold floor on his feet before he throws on some socks and sweatpants to wander around half-asleep in. His brain short circuits when he sees you, his large shirt practically hanging off your shoulders, flowing around your bruised and kiss-bitten thighs. You moved lithely around the kitchen, going back from chopping strawberries for the waffles, stirring the eggs, flipping the bacon, and he's man enough to admit he's blushing a bit. You made breakfast for him! That's so cute. He slides behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, bending down to plant kisses on your neck. "My shirt looks really good on you, gorgeous." You giggle, turning around to face the big man behind you who picks you up by your hips to set you on the countertop, settling in between your thighs. "You think?" He hums. "Maybe a few sizes too big, but it's endearing. You look like a little fairy, like I could carry you around in my pocket all day." And his eyes are big and out of focus, that charming gap-toothed smile on display as his hands rub over your smooth skin, pushing his shirt higher and higher. Too big is certainly a familiar sentiment, how desperately you were crying that out just last night is still looping in his brain as he says it. "Maybe I'm normal sized, and you're just a giant. Have you ever thought of it that way?" He chuckles. More times than you can imagine.

☽Viktor☾

☽Hard immediately, next question. His work outfits look completely normal on him, but the buttons pop at your chest and the vests accentuate them in a way that's pornographic. Even his ties only serve to enhance the fantasy, even though they are the exact garments he wears to his lab every day. There is nothing innately sexual about it at all, but that's the fun of it. The fact thar you chose to wear that black lacy bra that you knew would show through the top, the way you wear his reading glasses low on your nose, the red bottom heels that you wear, which in any other context could be seen as perfectly appropriate work attire. It's the performance of it that he appreciates.

He knows exactly what game you are trying to play with him, no matter how hard you try and play coy. There is no way that you accidently shrunk your blouse in the wash, hell, he knows that's not your blouse because the buttons are on the wrong side for it to be female attire. He knows that's his tie, he is one thousand percent sure that if he was to yank you by it and check the underside, he would see his initials embroidered. He knows you left it loose on purpose, you have requested for the entire relationship to pick out and tie his ties for him, he knows you can make it tighter. Everything is utterly loose, for lack of a better word. The top button is undone, the tie isn't completely tucked under the collar, the slit of your skirt is not where it should be. It's a play at looking professional that you and him both know is just a test to see how long it takes for him to crack and rush you both home. At first, he's willing to play ball because you always crack first, but today, however, you decided to be serious about your productivity. He tries to focus, he really does, but after a while the clicking of your heels becomes too hypnotic, the fake attempts at adjusting your tie begin to pile onto the sexual frustration, and you lean over one too many times, giving him a good whiff of your perfume and oh you went with a red bra to match his red tie. He waits for Jayce to leave the room, slamming the book he was 'reading' shut as he lets out a very aggravated breath. "I want my shirt back." Cut and dry, his hand flipping the tie you're wearing to confirm that is indeed his. You smirk, and he would feel the need to wipe it off your face had it not been for the fact that he swallowed his pride hours ago after his hard on became too much to ignore. "You want it back now? Right here." And you're already slipping off the other buttons and he contemplates whether it's worth it to barricade the door with the table to buy you more time or be rational and tell you to stop. "Had I known you planned on being a whore today, I wouldn't have invited you over." You pout as he pulls the knot of his tie, grabbing your hands to bind your hands. "But don't I look pretty, Vik?" He rolls his eyes. "You look magnificent, love."

☼Mel☼

☼Like Ekko, she isn't a stranger to sharing clothes with you. Even if it's not hers, she has an exact replica tailored just for you. This being said, she loves playing dress up with you with her clothes. Anytime she needs to clear out her closet or has an article of clothing she doesn't know how to feel about or just gets bored, she'll call you to wherever she is and request you be her doll for a little bit.

Though you had been in Mel's closet for what had to have been hours at this point, you couldn't really complain. Never had you felt more pampered in your life, tens of gowns, trousers, and blouses gracing your skin as you twirled on the platform in Mel's closet as she analyzed the garment from every angle. Now you stood in something white and flowy, the sleeves long, the bodice double lined for winter weather, the hemline off the shoulders and trimmed with fur, the bottom thick and heavy. "What do you think lovey? Do you think it's too on the nose, you know I've never been the biggest fan of fur." Her hand feels across your chest, dusting off where some of the fluff had fallen and rubbing the soft material in her hands. "I don't see you in fur, it's too much of your mother's thing, but I do think it's nice. The lining is really nice on the skin, sorta has a fleece feel to it." She nods, moving her hands along your waist to connect with the silver zipper. She clucks her tongue. "Would I be silly to not wear it because the zipper isn't gold. I know it's a miniscule detail, but I really don't do silver." You chuckle as you look around her closet, a room larger than the bedroom you grew up in filled with racks of clothes that had some sort of golden sheen, be it from the color of the fabric, some sort of metallic accent, or a reflection from the general vibe of the room. "My love, you have so many clothes in here I doubt you would wear it regardless." She smiles. "Are you getting tired of this." You hesitate, which is plenty answer enough for her. You had been standing for hours at this point, and your back was starting to ache from how straight your back had been. "Do you have it in you for just one more. I promise, it'll be quick." She already has it out of the box, a very small party dress that you had never seen her wear before. "I bought it months ago but have been going back and forth between whether or not it would look better on me or you." Of course, you oblige, and she giggles as she zips you out of the dress, carefully sliding it off until the fabric pools around your nearly naked body. Her tunnel vision is briefly abandoned as her movements slow, lingering over the curves of her body, her fingernail tracing tiny hearts on the skin of your chest. "I know I say this every time, but you truly do look beautiful out of everything. Undressing you may be my favorite part of this." You playfully roll your eyes. "Stop being a flirt and just zip me into the dress, I want lunch."