#my first headcanons list

[offensiunculaee]

I don’t think Eddie snores but I do think he talks in his sleep and he forgot to warn you about this the first time you sleep together. Fast forward to when you both are asleep and he’s got his arms wrapped behind you and his head resting on your shoulder. Everything is nice and peaceful until he begins laughing in his sleep and says “George Washington what are you doing here?? Your appointment isn’t until next week.”

You’re trying so hard not to laugh because you don’t want to wake him up but he woke you up by laughing right into your ear and saying the weirdest shit imaginable.

You bring it up the next morning like hey you never told me you talk in your sleep. His response? “Oh yeah, I forgot about that.”

[wikiangela]

thinking about buck and Tommy showing up to some firefam dinner/barbecue/some family event, someone notices a hickey peeking out from under Tommy's collar (or maybe there's one in a very visible, impossible to cover up with clothes place), someone makes some teasing joke/comment, buck goes all red but smiles proudly when Tommy grins and says 'yeah, someone got a little carried away last night' with a soft and playful look at buck, and Buck shrugs, says 'gotta make sure people know you're mine' and he leans in to kiss Tommy, just a chaste peck, and someone's like 'ew, get a room' and Buck chuckles and he's so happy to be able to just joke with his family and his boyfriend, and be so open and free about how in love he is, and Tommy's right next to him with his hand on Buck's knee under the table, and he's never been happier

[taranzas-biggest-fan]

happy may, magoranza fans. drawing dump ahoy

[gossippool]

i was gonna make a personal poolverine headcanons list because other people were doing it too but i realised my fics already have most of them so. here are some of my headcanons in fic snippet form. some contradict with others and some i don't even think are necessarily true but it's fun to experiment

people have said this before but logan fights wade because he sees himself in him (or because he realises that he actually doesn't and he hates that)

wade knows about and feels the (emotional and psychological) effects of all his other variant selves (and everything else if he tries)

logan's heightened senses gives him synethesia

logan doesn't actually like violence/fighting/blood during sex or like ever. it's just an unhealthy addiction that started from him killing all those people that he snuffed with alcohol but revived with wade, and a way to take his anger out on (someone like) himself

with regard to wade's chronic pain slight p pressure on his skin hurts more and in a worse way than sharp pains like getting stabbed

[an-eldritch-peredhel]

You are the daughter of an angelic faerie and an elven king. You have grown up inside the only magical safe-haven of an increasingly apocalyptic land outside. You have wanted for nothing, essentially leading the perfect life, suffering and death playing little role beyond the abstract. Your father will never die, and your mother will never leave, but for tradition you are still crown princess and are educated as such. You love to dance and to sing.

You meet some kind of monster inside your mother's borders, a monster not of her or your making. It stumbled across you, dancing in the forest, bloody and travel-worn and weary and wide-eyed as it stares. You are stronger than it, but you run rather than lunge for the kill. You feel pity, more than fear. And something about him makes the part of you that you inherited from your mother sing.

He tries to follow you, for a year and a day. You are stronger, and faster, and stealthier, and you let him see you sometimes anyways. You are not convinced that he is not a monster, but nor are you convinced that he is.

Spring blooms again to the tune of your song, and you let him get closer than before until you run.

But you hear him speak for the first time. He is a speaker, and perhaps to him you are the monster. You do not run, and you do not kill.

He calls you "Tinuviel"

He calls you nightingale- a little songbird, plain and brown, with a lovely voice. They are your mother's creation, but he does not know this.

He calls you daughter of twilight- perhaps for your skin and eyes and hair, but perhaps because that is when he has seen you most.

He calls you singer- creator of the very fabric of the universe, skilled enough to deserve the title.

You are the most beautiful creature the world will ever see, the daughter of an angel and a king. He does not call you beautiful, or angelic, or princess. He calls you a singer, plain and brown, dark and distant as the approaching night.

He is bloody and travel-worn and weary and wide-eyed as you dare to step closer.

He called you nightingale.

You don't know what to call him, but you hope to find out.

[luimagines]

You don’t have to answer this but what are quirks that would make the boys more smitten like a kitten?

Hmmm.... Like are these quirks for the boys or things that they would find endearing?

I'm going to assume things they would find endearing.

Talking to yourself/thinking out loud.

I'm basing this on the concept of 'likes to listen' and 'has a lot to say'. Link, as a more quiet/silent/non-verbal guy, probably would like someone else to do the talking and fill in the silence. Mostly. I dunno. I just think he'd find it cute.

Stimming

Is that the right word for what I'm thinking about? I think that he'd think it would be cute for Reader to just fidget, flap, chew- just do something that would imply their internal or emotional well-being. I'm losing my words. Someone send the cavalry.

[satorisoup]

people will think im ordinary until they say one (1) thing about tmnt and all of a sudden im explaining the entire lore starting from the 1990’s movie & why donatello is the best turtle i fear… T^T

tag limit fights me… i must yap… please listen… SOB </3

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

Listen, to be honest, I’m still trying to figure out how to go about writing this, but what are your thoughts on Rockstar Stan getting hurt on stage (ie tripping on a wire and spraining/breaking something, maybe a few little cuts and bruises here and there from the fall) and Kyle just PANICKING while Stan’s just, “Babe. Ky- Honey, HONEY- MY LOVE- DARLING- I’M OKAY- PLEASE DON’T CRY, PLE-“. I just really love protective Kyle and hurt Stan so much but I wanted to see the thoughts of one of my favorite Style writers ever

Oh my fucking GODDDDDDD!!!!!!! Bro you know damn well I’m here for it!!!! Protective Kyle, Stan trying to calm his hotheaded partner down while in pain, Kyle all “WHO DIDNT TAPE THAT CORD DOWN IM KICKING SOMEONES ASS” absolutely phenomenal.

And we all know how much I love hurt Stan, and ROCKSTAR STAN!!!!! That’s Nina’s fault ofc we were just talking about Raven of Crimson Dawn in the chat and I. FUCKING. LIVE. for performance accidents with rockstar Stan. The potential, the drama, him taking to social media afterwards even though he hates using social media to assure his fans that he’s okay, just AAAAAAA!!!!!

I saw a headcanon a while back about celebrity characters performing while sick and pushing through the show only to collapse as soon as they were in the wings and immediately sent it to Neen bc my whump lovin ass thought of RavenStan lmfao. But y’all know I’m more of an injury girlie in general and goddamnit the idea of rockstar Stan hurting himself on stage is going on the whumpshot idea list now lmfao. Not like I haven’t thought of it before (I have problems).

I had a oneshot with fallen from grace former band frontman Stan and former band manager Kyle reconciling, The One Habit I Just Can’t Kick, and I had a rockstar Stan in Watch As I Dive In, but that’s a side of the Stan headcanons I really need to get in to more! Especially with the *potential* of public accidents, like DAMN!!! A platform he missteps off of and messes up his leg. Trying to do a backflip during the bass drop and dislocating his shoulder. Tripping and landing on his guitar and smashing it getting whacked in the face with a string. THE POSSIBILITIES MAN!!!

[1978-combo-organ]

very rushed adamandi fanweek art!!! vincent and ambrose as freshmen (poem + concept art under the cut)

My friend likes fruit. I'll offer him a spare orange I keep on me, and he will jab his thumb into the peel, leaving the flesh a jumbled mess.

My friend doesn't peel oranges the right way. That was his words, his nails were too short cut to cut through the skin, his hands not 'dainty' enough to separate the pieces, he never did like things he couldn't do well.

My friend doesn't like the way the pulp stuck to his hands. I wasn't ever opposed to getting my hands dirty, so I'll peel my orange as best I can, letting the white stringy bits fall off with the exterior, and he'll toss the scraps in the bin.

Since my friend likes fruit, I'll cut the orange in two halves, one for him, one for me --- it's hard for me to give my all for things, though I'm trying to give my all for him.

Even though I cannot do much, I can still peel oranges. The tips of my fingers can worm their way above the flesh without harming the fruit, I can share half of my time, my routine, my life, I can still be the person who peels your oranges.

[sunsetsandsunshine]

~ You can always ask ~

YAYAYAYAY AFTER PUTTING THIS OFF FOR WEEKS HERE IT IS: MY FIRST TMNT 2012 FIC!!! TAKE THAT WRITERS BLOCK!!! TAKE. THAT. LETS FREAKING GO AAHHHHH I MISS THESE DUMBASS BLORBOS AMNSSJKSLSOSM 💗💞💞💞💕💖💖💖💖

This is a gift to the spectacular @vxlepop!!!

Lee: Leo🐢💙

Ler: Mikey🐢🧡

Summary: Mikey has noticed throughout the week that his oldest brother has been acting…off. Call him paranoid all you want but he just…he just knows something’s up with Leo. And the youngest of the Hamato brothers’ is determined to figure out what’s bothering they’re leader in blue.

Warnings: Tickling and spacing out (just for a tad bit though). If you are uncomfortable that please scroll down- this fanfic is definitely not for you :)

(A/N: T*EST DNI. I WILL ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS PUT THIS AT THE BEGINNING OF MY FICS- I DON'T WANT THOSE PEOPLE GETTING CONFUSED. THEY'RE BROTHERS U DISGUSTING ASSHOLES. UR ABSOLUTELY NASTY IF U SHIP T*EST-! THATS COMMON SENSE!!! GUESS COMMON SENSE ISN’T THAT COMMON, HM?)

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Call Mikey paranoid. 

Call him a worry-wart. 

But his eldest brother, Leonardo, has been acting…off. And it’s been absolutely dreading Mikey inside this whole week to ask his eldest brother what was wrong. Leo’s been quiet, more than he usually is and even that alone is saying a lot. The oldest has been training with his swords non-stop, meditating like crazy and practicing speaking Japanese fluently, and not really talking to Mikey or his brothers, only if it had to do with those topics. 

Which…now that Mikey thinks about it, it does sound like everyday Leo. But he just knows that somethings wrong with the leader in blue…there’s got to be. Maybe Mikey is worrying too much, he is known to turn little things into a big deal after all. But on the other hand, he has been living with his brothers his whole darn life, if anyone would know if something was bothering one of them, he would know! …probably. 

And…now that Mikey thinks about it…

Leo hasn’t watched any Space Hero’s episodes this week…

Yup. Something was up. Mikey knew that for a fact now and you couldn’t tell him otherwise. But the real question is, what can Mikey do about it? Leo was very…closed off about his negative feelings, and didn’t like talking about them at all. Even though it was completely healthy and normal to feel negative emotions; literally every emotion is! His eldest brother told them that several times himself!

And yet, Leo never talks to Mikey or their other brothers about his negative feelings! Tch, what a hypocrite. 

And…maybe this is partially Mikey’s fault as well. Mikey has always falled for Leo’s “older sibling worry™”, but Mikey has never really worried about him that much. Sure, when Leo’s injured during a fight or he sees his brother patch up a bruise from training he asks if he’s okay…but other than that Mikey doesn’t ask him that question often.

But it’s not like Mikey didn’t care enough to ask Leo that! He does! He really does! But the thing is…Leo’s always they’re leader, they’re older brother, they’re protection. Leo’s always been the one that’s just…been there for Mikey and his brothers- ways that even they’re Father can’t compete with and the youngest can’t be anything more but grateful for that.

And…the sad truth is Leo isn’t just they’re leader or protection, under all those labels Leo’s just a kid. An amazing, strong, independent kid who has more on his plate than any other 15 year old should. And it seems Mikey, including everyone else AND Leo, forget that sometimes…

“MICHAELANGELO!” Mikey jumped from off the couch in the living room at the sudden random yell of his name, pulling him out of his thoughts. Mikey grabbed his nunchucks from off the cushion. He began to swing them, looking around the lair in hopes to find whomever called his name. “Who’s there?! How do you know my name?” The youngest turtle demanded, swinging his nunchucks faster and doing complicated tricks with them. 

“Mikey-“ 

Without a second thought Mikey closed his eyes and swung his nunchucks, coming in contact with a figure and them hitting the ground. Mikey opened his eyes and looked around before sighing in relief. A couple seconds after that the youngest heard a groan underneath him and looked down to see his older brother lying face flat. 

“Wait- Raph???” Mikey gasped, immediately dropping his nunchucks to examine his brother that was lying on the floor groaning lightly. “What’re you doing on the floor, bro?” Mikey chuckled, confused and intrigued to hear as to why his brother was currently kissing the lair floor. Raph slowly got up from off the floor; massaging the right side of his head as he glared at the youngest.

“I was comin’ to check up on ya after I finished nappin’, but ya nunchucks just wanted to get to know my head better I guess…” Raph huffed, crossing his arms around his plastron and shaking his head. Mikey stared at Raph confused, his nunchucks wanted to get to know Raph’s head better? 

Wait…

The youngest gasped in horror, going to his older brother and giving him a bone crushing hug. “Oh my god! Raph I’m so sorry! I spaced out and you know how I get when that happens so when I heard someone- apparently you call my name I just I dunno- reacted! I’m so sorry, is your head okay?!” Mikey rambled, releasing Raph from the hug and grabbed his head, shaking and examining him to make sure he wasn’t hurt. He continued to shake Raph’s head up, down, and to the side, making sure there weren't any bruises or cuts anywhere. 

Raph struggled but soon got out of Mikey's surprisingly strong hold on his head. The second oldest turtle sighed and patted Mikey’s shoulder, giving him a genuine smirk. “I’m okay, lil bro. I was just jokin’ with ya, the hit wasn’t even that hard.” Raph chuckled, now sitting on the couch as Mikey followed, sitting next to him.

“Are you sure…?” Mikey asked, fiddling with his fingers and looking up at Raph, guilt very evident on his face. “Positive.” The older replied, wrapping the younger into a side hug as the orange banded turtle fully gave into the hug. After a couple of seconds the two released from they’re embrace. The older went to grab the remote and turn on the TV, putting on some random channel before turning to Mikey.

“What’s got you so freaked out like that anyway?” Raph asked, concern written all over his face. Because, yeah, the nunchucks did hurt, badly. Obviously! I mean- they’re nunchucks. C’mon now. Raph’s a strong guy but he’s not that strong for the hit not to hurt. He just didn’t want Mikey to feel worse than he already did. 

There’s only been a couple of times where Mikey spaces out, completely unaware of anything that’s happening around him that he just…reacts when he’s able to get back to reality…if that makes sense. All those times being when he was around 7 or 8 years old, or sometimes when he’s really stressed about something. So for him to do it right now is a bit worrying… 

Guess old habits die hard. 

“It’s Leo…” Mikey said, looking down. Raph’s eyes widened, starting to  get up from the couch to grab his sai’s that were on a table, which were just a couple steps away. “What- what happened? Is Leo alright?” Raph asked. Did he miss something important while he took a 2 hour Power Nap? What could possibly have happened in the 2 hours he was taking a nap?! …you know what? No. Why would he even wonder that? The universe has a way of making him and his brother’s lives a literal hell in the key span of 24 hours, who’s to say it didn’t max down to 2?

“What-? No! Nonono! Nothing like that! Leo isn’t in danger or anything!” Mikey reassured Raph as he guided him back on the couch. The older glared at him, slapping Mikey in the back of the head causing him to playfully yell. “Don’t scare me like that again, man…” Raph sighed in relief, at least his older brother wasn't hurt. Physically at least… 

“Just…I feel like something’s up with him…y’know?” Mikey sighed. The red banded turtle nodded, letting Mikey know he was listening. “Why don’t you ask him about it then?” Raph asked. “I don’t wanna bother him, though…” Mikey said, slumping on the couch and looking up to the lair’s ceiling, in hopes to find the answer right there. But there was no way it would be that easy…it never is.

“Look. We all know that Leo can be…Leo.” Raph said, wrapping Mikey into another side hug resting his chin on the top of Mikey’s head. “And you know how he can be when we try to get him to talk about his negative feelings; he gets defensive. Which, honestly, I get. It’s hard talking about your negative emotions sometimes.” Raph started, recalling many times where he second-guessed himself to talk to his family about his feelings. 

“But we all have to talk about it eventually, because stuffing those kinds of feelings inside yourself is like stuffing an already full suitcase; one of these days it’ll burst. And you will face the consequences and be left to clean it up.” Raph said, releasing Mikey from his hug and smiling at him. “I’m not the best at this whole big bro lesson thing, but just talk to him, Mike. Just talk to him.” Raph smiled, squeezing Mikey’s shoulder comfortingly. 

The youngest beamed at that,“Thanks Raph! You’re the best!” Mikey cried, squeezing Raph into a hug. The red banded turtle squaked at the sudden contact, patting Mikey’s head comfortingly before both of them let go of each other. Mikey got up and ran to his eldest brother's room. Now 101% determined to figure out what was bothering his eldest bro. I mean, what could go wrong? 

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Leo wanted to go up to the surface and jump off the nearest building’s window in hopes he would get absolutely crushed by the upcoming cars of New York City. Which, he knows he shouldn’t say or think…but he really can’t help it right now. 

He’s in a Lee mood, a bad one. And he doesn’t know what to do. Like any normal person, they would go and ask a family member or close friend to tickle them, right? Right. 

But Leo couldn’t do that. 

He just couldn’t. 

It’s not like he doesn’t trust his family enough to ask. But he’s the leader, they’re protection, but most importantly, he’s they’re older brother. And he can’t be asking for such childish things out of his younger brothers. He just wouldn’t. So he would do like he did anytime he got into a Lee mood and just…deal with it until it subsided.

Annnndddd now he’s sulking like a little baby because he can’t just simply deal with it. Wonderful. 

Just…

Wonderful.

The blue banded turtle sighed, flopping on his bed and burying his face in the pillow, letting out an annoyed muffled groan followed by a couple giggles soon after. Whoever designed pillows, Leo would probably want to marry that person right now because if the groan and giggled weren’t muffled from his pillows, his family would have run into his room, asking him a bunch of questions. Which Leo wasn’t in the mood for. Again, he was in the mood for something else…but he wouldn’t ask for it. There was no way.  

Speaking of family, Leo heard a knock at the outside of his door, slightly flinching at the sudden noise. Leo groaned from under his pillow, taking a deep breath, “Who is it?” Leo asked, trying his best to sound at least decent but probably failed. “Hey, Leo!” Mikey greeted, inviting himself into the eldest room, closing the door as he entered. “Hey Mike, what’s up?” Leo asked, getting his head from under the pillow and sitting up on his bed, facing the youngest.

Mikey cleared his throat, going over to Leo’s bed and sitting on the edge of it annddddd oh man. Mikey didn’t plan ahead this far. Mikey sat on the edge of the eldest bed, opening his mouth to say something but quickly closed it. Mikey kept his gaze away from Leo and fiddled with his fingers, trying his best to at least say something but his mouth was not communicating with him at the moment. 

The oldest saw the youngests’ fiddling with his fingers in his lap, Leo’s gaze softened as he got out of the covers and sat next to him on the edge of the bed. “You…do know you can tell me anything, right?” Leo said, putting a hand on Mikey’s shoulder. The youngest looked at Leo, face hardening. No! Nononononono! He wasn’t going to fall for this, not again. Not. Again. 

This isn’t about him right now, it’s about his eldest brother. That’s the whole freaking reason he came here! To ask if he’s okay! Like hell is he going to change the worryness (A/N: Is that even a word? Worryness? Eh. Whatevs) onto him. 

“You should take your own words into consideration, Leo…” Mikey mumbled, turning his face away from Leo, resting his head on both of his palms looking down. Leo looked at him in confusion, sitting closer and pulling him into a hug, resting his chin onto the top of Mikey’s head. The younger leaned into the touch, sighing sadly. 

The two knew each other were upset, and wanted to help anyway they could. All of the Hamato brothers might be different people with different personalities, but one thing through all of them stayed the same…

They were stubborn as hell. 

“What do you mean, little bro?” Leo asked.  The youngest sighed again, resting on Leo’s plastron. “You’ve been kinda…uh I dunno.” Mikey started, “Distant this week?” Mikey said as if he was asking some sort of question, even though that was far from it. He knew his brother was being distant this week.

“Oh…” Leo said flatly, almost as if he was expecting this kind of confrontation about this. Leo figured this would happen sooner or later, just wasn’t expecting it this soon. The two brothers looked at the ground, both not being sure on how to continue the conversation. 

“Just…I dunno…I feel as if you’re avoiding us? You’ve been training more than you usually do, doing a lot of mediation, more than Splinter, and you haven’t even watched any Space Hero episodes!” Mikey listed, finger curling into a fist before releasing in soon after. “I…I just wanted to ask if you’re okay…” Mikey said, starting to tear up about the fact that he realized he has never asked that question to Leo before. 

“Well…I-“ Leo’s face soon turned a shade of red, the blue cladded turtle released from the hug put his face in his left palm, groaning. “I want to tell you Mike, I really really do but it’s just…embarrassing.” Leo said, looking at the ground, still blushing.

“…Did you get a girlfriend?”

“What? No-“

“Boyfriend then?!? HAH. I KNEW YOU WERE GAY! Raph and Don owe me $50 dollars each and a free pizza!” 

“What- why would you- you guys bet if I was-“ Leo pinched the space between his eyes, taking a deep breath. That’s a topic for a different day…

“No, Mikey. I don’t have a significant other.” Leo said, chuckling a bit. Mikey groaned dramatically, flopping on Leo’s bed. “C’mon dude! You can just tell meeee! I promise I won't make fun of you!” Leo sighed and crossed his arms, still looking down.

“Or do I have to tickle the answer out of ya~?” Mikey teased, getting up and starting to wiggling his fingers near Leo’s side as a taunt. Leo started giggling and holding Mikey’s wrists, but not pushing them away at all. 

Wait. 

This seems so freaking familiar…

When Mikey was about to come into the room, he heard Leo giggling and he swore he saw the blue banded lightly poking himself in the side and skittering his fingers along his own stomach…

Why didn’t Mikey figure this out sooner?!

Leo…

Leo was in a Lee mood…

“Wait…that’s it isn’t it?” The youngest turtle said gasping, “You…want me to tickle you, don’t you?” Mikey grinned as he saw his brother turn a red shade that he couldn’t describe. “Don’t say that out loud.” Leo groaned, getting the courage to glare at his little brother. 

Leo looked at his brother before groaning again. “This week I’ve felt…y’know….” Leo said, waving his hands trying to symbolize what he was trying to say because like hell was he going to say the dreaded word…or anything close to it by that matter. Leo began wiggling his fingers lightly before stopping. “That.” Leo said as Mikey listened. 

“But…why didn’t you tell us, Leo? We would have understood and we would’ve been more than happy to tickle you!” Mikey said, stopping wiggling his fingers and relaxing on the end of the bed next to Leo. 

The oldest sighed, a sigh Mikey knew too well.

With being the youngest, Mikey knew the kinds of sighs Leo did and what each of them meant. Sometimes he did a “Please-stop-joking-around” sigh or an “I’m-older-than-you-therefore-you-have-to-listen-to-me-” sigh, but this one was definitely a “You-wouldn’t-understand” sigh. “That’s- That’s not the same Mikey…you all are younger than I am.” 

“…so?”

“So, that means that I can’t get into these weird…funks. It’s childish.” Leo said in a very relaxed tone, as if what he just said wasn’t the absolute dumbest thing Mikey has heard. And that’s saying a lot since the orange banded turtle has heard Donnie talk loads of times, and anything coming out of his immediate older brothers mouth is automatically dumb.

“That’s complete and utter bullshit!” Mikey yelled, getting up from the end of the bed and facing Leo. The oldest flinched slightly at the volume change but continued to look at the floor.

“First, I don’t think you seem to remember, Leo, but we’re quadruplets- dude, we’re the same age. You might be the oldest of us, but not by that much. And secondly, you’re a child too. We’re 15. You don’t have to worry about being childish because you are literally a child!”

“But-“ 

“Is me, Donnie, and Raph asking you to tickle us childish?” Mikey asked, crossing his arms across his plastron, recalling too many times where he and his other older brothers got into Lee moods and asked Leo to tickle them. “No of course not!” Leo interjected, looking at Mikey and getting up from the bed, eyes widened. 

The youngest smiled at the reaction and went back to sit at the end of the bed, anger now gone from before. “So why in the world is you asking one of us to tickle you considered childish, hm?” Leo blushed a bit harder as he kept his gaze at the ground. His little brother actually has a point…which is a first. 

After a couple moments of silence the youngest went to sit next to Leo, happy that his eldest brother could see where his reasoning to “being the oldest therefore asking for affection is bad” made no sense whatsoever. Leo sighed for like the millionth time today, putting his hand over his face and slowly dragging it down. 

“So…if I asked for you to…to uhm, do uh, yeah. Would you…would you do it?” Leo asked timidly, which was something the orange banded turtle really never saw his older brother express. Mikey only chuckled at the older, beaming happily, “Dude, duh. Why do you think I made that epic speech about it being okay for you to ask for tickles?” Mikey said, crossing his arms and nodding his head in confirmation. 

“So…can you…can you do the thing?” Leo asked, blushing again, “If…if you don’t mind-“

“Dude, of course! Literally all you had to do was ask!” Mikey smiled, wrapping Leo into another hug. Mikey then suddenly pushed Leo on the middle of his bed, sitting on top of him before wiggling his fingers over him teasingly. This was also something Mikey didn’t plan out either…the orange banded turtle wasn’t even sure where Leo was ticklish…which made the youngest feel a bit more guilty for not asking him about his Lee mood sooner. But he was gonna find out where his older brother was ticklish, obviously. How hard could it possibly be anyway?

“Just use the code word when you want me to stop, okay?” Mikey said. The oldest firmly nodded as Mikey began to lightly skitter his fingers around his brothers sides; the only spot Mikey knew for a fact Leo was ticklish, recalling too many times where he tased him in the side during training causing the older to stiffen and cover up his sides. Which he was doing right now, actually. 

Leo squinted his eyes shut as he hugged his middles and tried to squirm away from Mikey. The younger laughed at how squirmy the older was suddenly but after a couple seconds he was switching between kneading, scratching, and prodding at Leo’s sides but his older brother's reaction was still the same. And he hasn’t even laughed yet! Not a single giggle!

“C’monnnnn! Laugh already!” Mikey whined as he picked up the pace with his side tickling tactic, moving up and down Leo’s sides. The youngest then moved to tickle Leo’s neck, causing Leo to suddenly squeak at the sudden six fingers on the sides of his neck and burst into a somewhat high-pitched laugh, kicking his legs and holding Mikey’s wrists. 

“PFF-! NoHoHOh! DahaHaHAmmit!” Leo giggled in defeat, cursing himself for not being able to hold in his laughter any longer than a couple seconds. But Mikey happily smiled, finally being able to make his older brother laugh. “Hah! Works every time: never let them know your next move!” 

Leo wholeheartedly glared at Mikey through his laughter as he poked Mikey in the plastron where his lower ribs would be- one of Mikey’s known death spots. The orange banded turtle squealed at the touch, twisting and turning on top of the eldest as Leo continued to tickle him. Oh that little cheater. “HEHEY! Hehey! NohoHOH!” Mikey giggled, wholeheartedly glaring back at Leo who only stuck his tongue out at the younger. 

And here Mikey thought he was the little shit of the family. 

“Oho you are gonna regret that, Leo” Mikey said as he stuffed his hands in Leo’s underarms. The older screeched, kicking his legs on the bed at a faster pace. “OHO MY GAHAHAD- WAHAIT! NAHAT THEHERE!” Leo cried, as he thrashed underneath as his legs kicked along the bedsheets. Leo put his arms down as he still was holding the youngers wrists as he evily evily traced in his underarm.

“MIHIHIKE! MIHIHIKEY PLEHEHEASE!” Leo laughed loudly, blushing a light red because as much as the older one was enjoying this, it was so embarrassing. Mikey was barely tickling Leo, and he was kicking and thrashing like a little kid. But again, he was enjoying this so he won’t complain. 

“That’s what you get for tickling me, bro! I’m the Tickle Monster as of right now and no one tickles the Tickle Monster!” Mikey chuckled at Leo, now beginning to pick up the pace with his tickling at Leo’s underarms. The older whined through his laughter at the change of pace, trying to buck Mikey off of himself but the younger stayed sturdy on Leo’s waist as if it was glue. “IHIHI’M SAHAHAHARRY! Leo yelled. 

The younger one laughed at Leo’s reaction to the new pace, deciding to turn it up a notch as he kneaded the sides of Leo’s underarms causing him to do a girly-like shriek and descend into mad-like cackles. “And here I thought the underarms were Raphie’s death spot!” Mikey said teasingly, “You’re literally squirming like a fish out of water!” The orange banded turtle taunted as the older face only reddened more at the teases. 

“SHUHUT IHIHIT-! MIHIHIKEY GEHET OHOUT OHOFF THEHERE PLEHEASE!” Leo belly laughed as Mikey only chuckled at the older’s hysteric pleas. “Ihi can’t dude! My hands are completely stuck!” Mikey laughed. If Leo wasn’t laughing his shell off he would have rolled his eyes at that comment, but he can’t. “NAHAHAO THEHEY AHAHAREN’T!” Leo yelled.

“Yehes they are! It seems your amazing incredible strength is keeping my hands here~!” Mikey laughed brightly, completely loving this situation. If you know Mikey you know for a fact that he loves making his brothers laugh, especially Leo, who out of all the turtle brothers laughed the most. So this situation was like pure heaven for Mikey. 

Mikey then easily moved his hands out of Leo’s underarms, shaking his hands out before cracking them a bit for dramatic effect. Ugh! Leo knew Mikey could have gotten his hands out anytime he wanted! He just wanted to be an evil little gremlin! Amazing incredible strength my ass. Mikey then held up Leo’s left as he used his other hand to tickle the olders stomach.

And if Leo was yelling earlier, then he was completely screaming up a storm now. Leo hit his free hand at Mikey’s hand, trying to cease Mikey’s cruel attack but when he was close to removing his hand, the younger would suddenly move to a different spot on his stomach, tickling worse where he was in the other spot. 

“Awwww, Leo! I’ve never gotten to see you laugh like this, dude! Your laugh is so cute!” Mikey cooed, as Leo’s face turned a deep crimson at the compliment. The older shook his head back and forth, trying to stop the tickling sensation but decided to just give up and accept it as he falled limp on the bed and laughed to his hearts content. “AHAHA NAHAHO! NAHAT THE THEHERE!” Leo laughed louder, tears beginning to prick out of his eyes. “MIHIHIKE *snort* PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

Mikey immediately stopped tickling Leo, putting his hands to his own chest in alarm at the noise. The blue cladded turtles’ face slowly began to turn a light crimson again, but now his face was a shade of dark red no one would be able to describe. 

Leo covered his face completely with his hands, groaning the completely embarrassing noise he just made. The youngest of the twos’ startled look soon morphed into an evil smile, crossing his arms over his plastron in amusement. 

There’s no freaking way…

“Oho my gohohod…did you just snort?” Mikey asked cheekily. “Noho ihi dihihidn’t…” Leo lied, almost regretting even asking for Mikey to tickle him…almost. “Dude you totally did! Do it again!” Mikey said as he suddenly dipped his head into Leo’s stomach, blowing a huge loud raspberry causing the older to completely lose his mind in snorts and squeals. “AHA! PLEHEHEASE! MIHIHIKE! *snort* IHIHI’M GOHOHONNA DIHIHIE!” Leo cried, still not fighting back but his legs kicking around all behind Mikey only causing the younger to giggle. 

“Raph and Don are gonna get a kick out of this~!” The orange banded turtle said into Leo’s tummy, blowing raspberry upon raspberry not even stopping to give the older one a breather. He wanted to make Leo have a fun time but this was also revenge in some way as well.

“Y’know, your upper body has been getting a lot of attention. Let’s see how ticklish your lower body is, big bro.” Mikey smiled, turning around to Leo’s lower body which caused him to start slapping the back of Mikey’s shell, trying to forcefully push him off. 

“EEEAHAHA! NAHAO *snort* DOHOHON’T!” Leo isn’t even sure why he’s screaming bloody murder right now, he doesn’t even know if his lower body is ticklish! But based on the past couple of minutes it wouldn’t be too high of an estimation to say his lower body was just as ticklish. 

Mikey poked the middle of Leo’s thigh, causing Leo to let out a glass shattering shriek as Mikey only smiled at the reaction. “Leheeo whahat was thahat?” Mikey amusingly asked. Leo, too embarrassed to even respond just groaned and waved his hand for Mikey to go on with it, knowing there was no stopping his little brother now. 

Mikey began to mercilessly squeeze, prod, and knead Leo’s thighs, even sneaking behind his knees and giving them a little pokes before going back to the thighs. Leo was in utter hysterics, not being able to stop Mikey and was forced to kick his legs and uselessly hit the back of his shell.

But obviously none of those tactics works as the younger happily tickles the sh*t out of his thighs. “NOOHOHO NAHAHAH! NAHA- *snort* MIHI- *snort* STAHAP!” Leo wasn’t even able to form a single sentence before going into loud cackles once again. 

“OKAHAHAY! OKAHA- *snort* MEHEHERCY *snort* MIHIKAHAHEEY!” Leo cried, finally having enough. The younger sighed but got off his anyways, letting the older take a breather as he sat next to him. “This isn’t over, dude. I still have to tickle some other spots y’know.” Mikey said as he poked Leo on the stomach causing him to let out a soft snort before he poked Mikey back on the side. “Whatehehever…” Leo breathlessly giggled, scared but…honestly excited this wouldn’t be the last time he’d be able to mess around with his brother like this. 

“Ahand thahanks, Mihihikey…I appreciate thihis” Leo smiled at Mikey. Now looking back, Leo doesn’t know why he was so afraid to tell his brother what was making him so upset. They’re brothers. They’re family. And like Mikey said before: Leo is a kid. He’s allowed to mess and play around with his brothers. So what if he's the leader? He’s a kid too. And it’s time Leo started realizing that. 

“Any time bro, literally anytime!” Mikey chirped. After a couple moments of silence a lightbulb went off in Mikey’s head as he slowly turned his head to the oldest grinning like a fool. “Y’know what I just realized?” Mikey said, leaning on a pillow on the board of the bed. “Whahat?”

“You can’t say Leo without the Lee, get it? Lee-o?” Mikey joked, nudging Leo in the side, his eyebrows raising up and down comically. Leo rolled his eyes wholeheartedly, playfully shoving Mikey’s face away giggling still; due to the aftermath tickles and Mikey’s funny joke. “Ihi gehehet ihit yohou dohork…” 

“Just something I thought I’d share.” Mikey shrugged, smiling. Leo rolled his eyes again, now adjusting his place on the bed so he sat next to Mikey. The younger rested his head on Leo’s shoulder as the older leaned in to the touch. “Well thanks for sharing…” Leo muttered. The two sat in comfortable silence for a while, Leo’s giggles now subsisted as the two just enjoyed each other company. 

“We heard screaming, are you two okay!?” Raph asked as he slammed Leo’s door completely open causing the oldest and youngest to fall flat on the floor due to the sudden noise and force. Raph gave out a tiny “oops” before getting out of the doorway to let Donnie in who was following him earlier.  

Mikey and Leo both exchanged glances before bursting out laughing. The two middle children looked at each other than back at the oldest and youngest complete confusion. “I’m gonna take those hysterics as a ‘yes we are completely fine”?” Donnie asked as him and Raph helped the both of them up so all the turtle brothers were standing. “Yeah, we’re okay.” Leo confirmed as Donnie and Raph relaxed at the olders confirmation.

“Oh! Which reminds me…” Mikey grinned, looking back at his older brother with a Cheshire grin before turning to his two other siblings. Raph and Donnie looked at each other again before looking at Mikey. The two middle children were so so confused as to what was happening as of right now but figured it would be best not to ask any questions. “Raph, Don, I have a little secret about our eldest brother-“

“Mikey-“ 

“And I’m sure this secret will…how should I put it? Tickle your funny bone...”

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HUZZAH. FINISHING ONE OF MY WIPS- I FEEL SO ACCOMPLISHED U GUYSSSS I HOPE U ALL ENJOYED THIS ONE IT WAS SM FUN TO WRITE

[dinomintz]

I was the only person who liked the pond dino update bc it only solidified my single father dino sour headcanon

more details- but uh,, I imagine that Dino Sour treated his jellysaur as his child a bit? It had the same vibes as a person who considered their dog as their baby, although I also saw Dino Sour treating his jellysaur as his closets confidant when he was traveling alone in Dragon's Valley. His jellysaur feels the exact same way, funnily enough, considering Dino Sour it's baby.

Bro instantly clings to Pond Dino partially because he understands what it's like to be a fish outta water- both pre-Dragon's Valley and also in Dragon's Valley, but he's chill with it. (side headcanon: he really only interacts with the dinosaurs, other cookies like peperoncino or fire spirit are cookies he rarely runs into but very easily annoys; the exception is the guild squad, but that's low-key trauma bonding)

Should note that he does get along with his sister, but that's the only cookie prior to the guild who actually likes him. Also headcanon that Sour Belt more-so raised Dino, so the was a mix of older sister and mother figure to him. She's also aware of jellysaurs (it's her little bros' fixation- of course she knows)- but ever since he went to Dragon's Valley and met the guild, they haven't had a chance to meet up in a while. I genuinely think Dino Sour coming home with Pond Dino or talking about the dragons would confuse her LMAO

[friedno]

my ao3tube agenda starts NOW!!!! LMAO this comic idea has been living in my head since back during the fucjing strife arc. i HAD to get it out no matter the quality. also i have more ao3tube stuff planned im kinda insane about them😁😁

[right-hand-of-the-black-sand]

Can you write headcanons for a first date with Mozenrath

First date with Mozenrath (Headcanons and ideas)

SFW first. Some slight NSFW headcanons will be featured at the bottom and tagged as such.

Headcanons after the cut due to the long post.

General headcanons:

First of all, how'd you land a date with this guy?! You're either really lucky or really valuable if you get him to agree to an actual date. ...Or it's blackmail on your part.

Mozenrath's interactions are built entirely off of getting something from someone. If you're dating him, you must want something from him, whether it be sex, arm-candy, riches, to steal his collection of magical artifacts… he can't comprehend why else you'd choose to physically stay around him. He figures that once you get what you want, then you'll leave, just as he hopes to leave once he gets what he wants.

When Mozenrath feels that things are going according to his plan, he keeps his signature smirk on and keeps himself very close to you. You've fallen into his trap! His trap of getting you to have feelings for him! Now he just needs to play his cards right…

He prefers to stick to areas that he knows very well. No one around to interfere, nowhere for someone to ambush him… No one to distract you from him…

Expect the date to feature meals made by him or his mamluks (good luck) or the opportunity to look out on the… scenery (literally just black sand).

He gets physically close to you no matter what. You've seen how close he gets to his enemies! There's, like, 12” between his face and yours 90% of the time. It's his way of showing dominance over his enemies, but it ended up being a habit for people he genuinely likes too.

Mozenrath gets very handsy right away. Not in a sensual way or anything, but just about anywhere around your body that isn't sensual is fair game to him. He'll feel at your face, your head, your shoulders and arms, hips… Legs are less common, but don't put it past him. Touching is another way that he shows dominance over something, so it makes him feel in control.

He's quicker to grab your wrist than he is your hand. Once he feels more of a connection towards you, he'll start grabbing at your hand.

Kissing is something that he expects, but doesn't necessarily look forward to unless he has genuine feelings towards you. At that point, he may even surprise you with it by pressing his lips to yours without waiting for you to act first. He'll kiss without asking on the first date, but as he grows more comfortable with you and starts respecting you as a person, then he'll start asking if he could kiss you. …Or maybe (gasp) if you could kiss him?!??!

If he's trying to impress you, he'll give you some valuable items as gifts. He may start out with things that only look costly so that he can give the actually valuable stuff to people of status to impress them. You'll graduate to receiving nice things over time, but that's not what actually shows his affection. The ultimate goal is to start receiving items that were made or purchased for you personally.

Mozenrath may not care for people much, but he is very good at figuring out what's important to you. Most of the time. He's still bitter about his partnership with Khartoum…

Anyway, he doesn't give you what he believes is important to you right away. He'll tease you with it or try to tempt you if he needs you to move forward with something during the date, but he does give it to you once he's gotten all that he wants from you. Once he starts trusting that you won't leave him after getting what you want, he'll give you these personalized items as casual gifts.

Mozenrath's love-language is gift giving. He's very quick to talk and very quick to touch, he'll offer up quality time to keep you around and, if you get far enough, he may actually start helping you with stuff. Casually giving you personal items, though, is how you know you've been occupying his thoughts.

Xerxes is supposed to only watch from a distance. He does not watch from a distance.

Mozenrath spends most of the date telling Xerxes to get back to his post. Xerxes does go back a few times, but he's curious how the date's going. …Also, are you going to finish that meal, or…?

On the other hand, if you, against all odds, manage to get him to go out somewhere public, a bunch of his plans go out the window.

There's so many witnesses. So many people who may try to steal his fancy clothes or jewelry or may recognize him from his past exploits.

He doesn't mind being recognized too much since that means that he’s at least feared, but having someone point out a murderous sorcerer in the middle of a crowded area would bring about more ruckus than he wants to deal with. More likely than not, he'd have to teleport away. May leave you behind if he's not too attached.

Types of dates:

Art museums? Eh, he'd go along with it, but he prefers the grizzly stories behind the art rather than just looking at the physical surface of a piece. (“Perhaps you wish for me to make you into a work of art, my dearest?” -Said while passing a more gruesome sculpture)

Get a drink together? Ehh… It's likely that Mozenrath had it made himself. Just be careful that the drink isn't laced with something. Wouldn't put it past him to try and end the date early just to get a new undead minion or hostage. (“Oh, what's the matter? Too sophisticated for a drink, my love?”)

Libraries or bookstores? Eh, it's a good idea for a later date, but not the first. There wouldn't be much focus on you while he's scouting out what information to... research later. Shame that the collection he was looking at happened to disappear a few days later (“... … … …Oh, you're still here?”)

Taking Mozenrath out to a marketplace wouldn't be something he'd look forward to, as he'd expect you to try and coerce him into buying you a gift. Expect a lot of sarcastic remarks from him about the goods on display and the people selling them. If you catch him staring at something, though, maybe you could ask him about it. It may legitimately impress him if you purchase something for his sake. (“...A gift? Well, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised.”)

Taking him out to eat somewhere also wouldn't be the first thing that he would prefer, as he's rather suspicious about anyone he doesn't know preparing his food for him. He may even suspect you of knowing the people working in the area and for this all being a trick to drug or poison him. Expect for him to make casual remarks about himself while he's testing his food and drink for poison and eyeing the workers suspiciously. (“Hmm? Ah… No, I am simply checking the quality. Best to be certain before whetting my appetite.”)

I honestly think an aquarium date or something of the like would work out great if you played your cards right. Point out things that he may find interesting, offer up interesting facts, listen to his lectures about biology… He’s a bit uncertain how he feels about the eels. Why should he be impressed when he has something similar but so much better?! …All the same, he still finds himself watching them. ("...I am well aware that eels can traverse many obstacles. It makes it quite a pain to catch Xerxes at times.")

He wouldn't be focusing on you much during a museum date. What? Where did those fossilized remains go? Eh, you were probably seeing things. Time to go before the guards show up. ("It was to be removed the next day! It shall see far better use in my collections.")

Good luck getting him on a hike. The most time Mozenrath spends outdoors is when he's shopping at the marketplace or scouting out other kingdoms for his future invasions. The idea of sweating and dragging his feet out in the hot sun while ruining his nice clothes is not something appealing to him, especially if it's an area outside of his kingdom where he feels open to be ambushed. (“...Are you… quite done… with trying to torture me?! Do you wish for me to leave you stranded out here?!”)

Going out to a nice garden or the like isn't the best idea, but it isn't the worst one. Mozenrath would look rather bored most of the time, focusing more on talking about himself or getting information out of you. Maybe a plant or two does catch his attention. …No, he wouldn't steal it. Why would you think that? Besides, he has a better plant to show you back in his growroom… (“You have a green thumb, do you? …Perhaps you would be interested in seeing something green and carnivorous, my love?”)

Watching the sunset honestly is probably the best idea of the bunch. Mozenrath doesn't get a lot of sun in his own kingdom, so taking him up to a high place (given that he's allowed to teleport or fly) may give him the opportunity to see something that he doesn't often get to. Watching the sunset actually holds some nostalgic and very positive memories for Mozenrath, so as long as you allow him to scan for potential ambushes or the like, then he'd be rather happy with this experience. (“...Hmm? I'm… pondering. …The sun's light does make you appear rather... exquisite, my love.”)

Similarly, Mozenrath has rather fond memories of stargazing. He would prefer to do it by himself at first, but having the opportunity to show off his knowledge of astronomy would be very nice for him. (“The moon does appear round to the naked eye, my dear, but it is, in fact, a Scalene ellipsoid, or what is referred to as an imperfect sphere. Think of it as an egg, or perhaps the shape of a lemon. If we deform the sphere by means of an affine transformation…”)

Date ideas that were too funny not to include:

Goat yoga. Could you even imagine?! Mozenrath eyeing you suspiciously while he's being encouraged to stretch or bend over, wondering just what part of him you're looking at, if any. He's never been the most flexible, so it takes a bit of time to get him in a comfortable position, but the moment he gets down and a freakin’ goat jumps on top of him?! Expect him to be twisting around like a cat while trying to toss off the ungulate. He gets kicked out fairly quickly. (“YOU'RE LAUGHING?! Your plan was to get my clothes between the teeth of an ungulate?! So you could laugh?!”)

Surprisingly, Mozenrath doesn't hate axe throwing. He's never been the most physically apt, as it's the gauntlet that keeps his energy up most of the time, so he believes such an offer is another opportunity to laugh at or ambush him. With weapons! He's a bit surprised to see that you're having fun, though, and that you're excited to let him try. …Honestly, the axe feels nice in his hands. Gives him a sense of power that he normally wouldn't feel without the gauntlet. If you're not afraid of giving Mozenrath a weapon and you don't laugh at him if he falls short of the competition, then he would be alright with the experience. …What, no, he didn't use magic to get the axe in the target! Why would you think that?! (“I am rather impressed that you're trusting me with a weapon, my dear. …Perhaps you're aware of what power I have when I'm empty-handed!”)

If you could get him into an escape room, oh boy… Just be prepared to flee or pay for damages if he runs out of time. Mozenrath may not always be the best with puzzles (see 'The Lost City of the Sun'), but he gets such a high when he gets his brain going. Only issue is that he's not the best with teamwork, so you may end up standing to the side for most of the time while he works his magic, pun intended. Even if you didn't participate too much, he would still see this as a positive experience and be happy that you got to see his intelligence at work. Whether you both finish the puzzles or not, treat him to something nice afterward to keep that positive mood going. He would love you for that. ("Our captor seems to be interested in steganography, though he hasn't gotten far in his studies. How unfortunate for him that I have!")

Haunted house attractions… I think you can tell why this would be a terrible idea for a first date or a date with Moze in general. If Mozenrath isn’t insulting the cheap props, makeup, effects, and the like, he's punching out or detonating anything that happens to startle him. (“I AM THE GREATEST SORCERER OF OUR AGE! YOU DARE TRY TO PROVOKE ME?!?!”)

Slight NSFW

Mozenrath would personally prefer that there's no sex on the first date. He saves such intimacy for when he's trying to get something from someone. If he feels that he won't be able to get you back after this date or you still have something that he wants, he'll offer sex in order to keep you around. He'll be genuinely impressed if you refuse ('How could you refuse me?! I'm ravishing!' ~ Mozey's brain), but that wouldn't compare to how he'd feel if you refused for his sake. He genuinely didn't think you cared about what he wanted.

Taking Mozenrath out anywhere that features something more seductive definitely gets his mind going, but maybe not in the way you figured. He'd spend most of the time watching you with raised brows, seeing how you reacted to the performances of the people before you. Perhaps he could use this information for some blackmail… ("I wasn't aware that you were so keen on seeing skin, my dear. ...Perhaps I could show you skin that has been removed from its host?")

Conclusion

The first date is definitely an attempt to control you. He didn't expect to actually grow fond of you. …Why is he still thinking of you?! Did you curse him?! Was this all some kind of trick?!

Mozenrath rants his anger and woes away to Xerxes. Xerxes is very confused.

[asurrogateblog]

my most lukewarm headcanon about the wall is that pink is a stage-name and his real name is roger floyd because we already know his character is an amalgam of both roger waters and roger barrett so why wouldn't it be

[bleachbleachbleach]

[Bleach 083]

I have never really identified this in myself before, but I am kind of maybe a little obsessed with Ganju. A lot of this has to do with my general superinvestment in Rukia and Kaien and the whole Shiba-Kuchiki situation. But I'm also just into Ganju himself? I think it's the 4WD boar. SUBARU FAM.

Also because it's interesting to think about what we can draw from these panels, in terms of how Ganju is thinking about himself. I'm pretty sure we don't yet know that the Shiba are former nobility (though now I'm not sure in what future context that, specifically, would come up? if I had to guess Byakuya brings it up on the bridge, because literally who else would). Regardless, they have this whole cannon situation, and they are adept enough at the spiritual arts to know/invent kidou. In this chapter, the ceremony of the cannon is a huge deal (and requires use of what we might assume is Kuukaku's zanpakutou?). Even if we don't know the specifics, we know these are not your average Rukongai konpaku by any stretch of the imagination.

From Rukongai

But Ganju has still narrated a version of his brother that excelled in the Academy "despite being from Rukongai." The Shiba are absolutely not "from Rukongai" in the way that, say, Parakeet Kid is, even if they have always lived outside the Seireitei walls, pre- or post-demotion. Despite that distinction, and their linage, Ganju still thinks of himself--and by extension, Kaien--as being of this place, this non-Seireitei place. I mean, he rides a boar, he has fully embraced the bogan lifestyle.

My point is, this distinction of being from Rukongai matters to him, in his calculus of the world. Being from a noble family, it's probably only as surprising that Kaien is as innately talented as he is, as it is that Byakuya would be innately talented (relative to other Kuchiki as well as relative to other shinigami). The reach isn't as extreme as it would be for some literally random Rukongai konpaku. But that's not how Ganju sees this.

My brother who's in the Gotei

As far as determining Gotei norms, Ganju gives us a lot of cool info, provided we take him at this word as someone who would be intimately familiar with how the Gotei works. SURE, everything I've said thus far suggests we shouldn't. But I also feel like his pride in Kaien--and the kinds of weird things grief makes fixations out of--would suggest that even if Ganju knows nothing about the Gotei, he knows these little Kaien-shaped pieces to the letter:

Perhaps obviously, it is unusual to have lieutenant-class levels of reiryoku on entry into the Gotei

This does not automatically qualify you to become a lieutenant (even if there are slots available, which it kind of seemed like there were, re: Ukitake)

Kaien makes lieutenant within 5 years of joining the Gotei, which is also an exceptionally quick ascent. Given that Ukitake is nudging him in that direction during TBTP, this gives us something of a timeline on how long Kaien had been in the Gotei at that point (not very!).

"I was just a kid"

Then, between 40-110 years later, Kaien dies.

It's wild to think about Ganju being "a kid" when this happens. When was Ganju born???? Given that neither time nor aging are linear here, that's an impossible question to answer with certainty. Plus, I think "a kid" in this context could mean a whole lot of things that don't necessarily mean "I was exactly seven years old."

Even if I don't think I buy it entirely, I'm into the possibility that Ganju really is BABY, and was born after Kaien was already a shinigami and living apart from the fam (are the Shiba parents still alive and living and even weirder and more itinerant life than even Kuukaku--perhaps on the high seas??).

I'm also into the possibility that, honestly, Ganju has had a hard life, and that Kaien's death fundamentally separated his sense of who he was prior to that moment and who he would become, and that this is what he's referencing when he says his memories are dim because he was "only a kid" then. He had to grow up fast, at the same time as he's in no rush to grow up (running around with his boar gang, self-proclaiming things, rushing home for supper, acting the dutiful little bro to Kuukaku). Regardless, there's a lot of trauma surrounding Kaien's death, for sure. Which isn't to say Ganu's entire and only personality and reason for anything is his trauma, LOL. But it's not like Kaien's death and absence isn't a huge part of what's made him. It's not until this moment with the cannon, and the Hero Garb he made himself (using the Shiba crest) that he really says, okay, let's get some real info. Let's move forward.

DIY Regalia

Even the fact of his making his own Hero Garb really intrigues me. There is a long history that the Shiba are a part of--and again, we see this in the ceremony of the cannon, and perhaps even in Kuukaku's clothing and tattoos. It's not as though the Shiba don't already have regalia. And we could take this as Ganju finally fashioning literal, specific garments for himself as he takes up more of the mantel of his family's legacy, in the style of their usual regalia. I totally buy that.

But I also feel like the focus on this special getup being self-made goes back to Ganju not necessarily having access to the full picture of who his family was as a Great Noble House, and what all that history really is. We know that sometime after Kaien's death, the Shiba ceased to be a Great Noble House. If Ganju really was that young when Kaien died, there's another disruption. Like his memories of Kaien or his notions of who Kaien was, what the circumstances of his death were, Ganju is kind of piecing these things together without a map. ...Not unlike Ichigo!

(Must run in the family.)

[imavikingo]

Headcanon that isn’t particularly mine nor particularly a headcanon really:

Most of the characters having a crush on Captain America at some point, but when they get to know Steve Rogers…

They have a bigger and more real crush on him.

Because he is actually funny? And not only nice but good and not the embodiment of “virtue”? He curses and gets angry, is sassy and a lil shit.

A great artist too, like damn.

He isn’t what they thought Captain America was supposed to be, because that persona doesn’t really exist, he’s just a really good guy with a lot of issues too, like any other normal person, but at the same time really caring and understanding guy who is loyal to a fault.

(He isn’t the judgmental man from the 40’s they thought he was. He isn’t only nice because thats what he is supposed to be. He isn’t just propaganda personified).

Most of them would love to have known Steve when he was a tiny ball of anger who punched bullies, even when he was the only one losing every single time.

He’s just really charming and they don’t understand how he’s still fighting and wanting to make the world a better place when he already lost everything, more than once.

And that makes them want to better themselves too.

Of course Steve doesn’t see this and doesn’t understand why everyone wants to talk to him or wants to listen to him outside of missions. He’s just a guy from the forties that’s is too overwhelmed to process everything all at once.