#number headcanon game

[sir-qwillian-ferne]

Moon and number 5 please!

#5: My favourite headcanon

I'm really fond of the headcanon that Moon has a music box in their chest, and plays it not only for the children, but for themselves when they need to destress. They get very irritable and mopey if the music box doesn't work.

[chai-berries]

all my friends support palestine and know neil druckmann is a zionist

Pumpkin Patch Aftermath (#25)

If you told Abby that one day she’d be chasing her three children around a pumpkin patch while the love of her life cackles behind her camera lens, she wouldn’t believe you.

But here she is, in the middle of October, trying to wrangle her kids to take a family photo. The youngest, your only daughter, has given up the chase and instead giggles into Abby’s warm neck as Abby boosts her up on her hip. The other two are running in overlapping circles through the pumpkins. It isn’t until Abby lets out a sharp whistle that they stop giggling and turn towards their mom.

“Get over here, now! Or no hot chocolate for either of you. Gen and I will drink it in front of you,” behind Abby’s stern mom-face is a woman who has never denied her kids a delicious cup of hot chocolate when they asked, so the boys knew this was serious. Like two puppies, they run past Abby and Genevieve and towards where you’re standing. Over their heads, you look at Abby. Her stern mom-face is gone, replaced by her loving mom-face as she watches the boys run ahead. She boosts Genevieve higher up on her hip, making the girl’s laugh reach your ears. She then meets your eyes, the adoring look turning into her mom-smile that says “I am so tired but it’s worth it” so well that you let out a laugh, to which she smiles her special smile she gives you when you are happy. You easily recognize the look and feel your cheeks warm. Elijah and Isaac are now standing next to you, looking like two well-behaved boys. When Abby finally reaches you, you’re quick to position everyone back into the previous poses they were in before the impromptu game of tag commenced.

Once everyone is posed, you go ahead and press the timer on the camera, which sits on a tripod you brought for this exact moment. You only get 10 seconds to get back to your family before it takes the photo. For once everyone is smiling with their eyes open and hands at their sides. Abby is still holding Genevieve on her hip, but she adjusted the girl’s clothes and her tiny baby beanie on her tiny baby head. Elijah stands beside Abby, holding Isaac’s hand with a cheesy grin on his face. Isaac’s smile is wobbly but cheerful, his missing front teeth adding a charm to his grin. You stand behind Isaac, who reaches for your outside hand a second or two before the camera snaps the photo. Once done, Isaac, very reluctantly, lets go of your hand so you can grab the camera, tripod, and your bag. Abby takes Elijah’s other hand, aiming to keep all the kids tethered to her in some way as you gather your stuff. When you walk back to them, Gen starts reaching out to you, your parent name falling from her lips as she lets out a long yawn. You grab her and adjust her on your hip, turning to thank Abby when she takes your bag from you to carry. She leans in and pecks your lips quickly. You are startled but grin at her. She winks at you, then turns to the boys.

“Do you want your hot chocolate now? Okay, I want you to stay with us and keep holding hands, please. Okay, let’s go,” she nudges the boys forward to walk in front of you. Staying back in step with you, she wraps her arm around your waist and pulls you closer to her. The two of you, plus sleepy Gen, walk in sync towards the food shed that the farm had set up. Abby gives you another kiss when you stop at the end of the line.

“Do you want something?” She runs her hand up and down your back.

You hum, looking down at the sandwich board. “Can I get a chai latte, small?”

“Of course.” She smiles at you and Gen. “Do you want to go find a seat for us? I’ll stay with the boys.”

You look around and see a few large picnic tables under a tent. The farm had a whole area set up where kids could play while families relaxed under the tents if it rained.

Thankfully, the sky had very few clouds and no chance of rain until tomorrow morning. Abby specifically planned the pumpkin patch outing on this day because of the weather. No way was she dealing with fresh mud caked on the kids’ shoes all over the car and house.

“Yeah, okay,” you lean in to peck her lips again. Tiny moments of PDA were all you allowed yourselves while out with the entire family. If you guys got too lovey-dovey, Elijah took it as a challenge to see what he could get up to before you guys remembered you have children to focus on. One time, before Gen was born, you, Abby, and the boys went mini golfing and while Abby gave you a celebration kiss for getting a hole in one, Elijah managed to run ahead and overlapped two families golfing ahead of you guys. Once you guys realized where he went, he was three holes ahead of you. Thus, the quick pecks are all you get while out and about.

You leave Abby to oversee the two hyper boys who begin excitedly jumping in place as the line moves.

“C’mon, mi amor, let’s go find a seat,” you whisper to Genevieve, pressing a kiss to her head. There’s a brightly painted picnic table next to the pumpkin photo op. You take a seat and slowly adjust Genevieve’s legs around you. She is still awake, her eyes looking around even though her head stays tucked in your neck. You continue to bounce her in your lap, pressing kisses to her face when she whimpers for them.

You must have been spacing out because you startle when Abby’s hand and your chai latte show up in front of your face.

“Thank you, baby,” you say, using your free hand to take a drink from the cup.

“Anytime, sweetness,” Abby responds. She takes the spot next to you, and the boys climb onto the other side to sit across from you. You can tell they’re enjoying their not-so-hot chocolates. Elijah has a whip cream mustache that he acknowledges but doesn’t wipe off, much to the enjoyment of Isaac who has his own mustache made of cream and milk chocolate.

Abby hands him a napkin but doesn’t tell him to wipe the mustache off because she knows it’ll just happen again. Instead she simply nurses her own coffee, a smile on her face as she watches her family enjoy the pleasures of fall.

When the boys finish their hot chocolates and have their faces and hands wiped clean by Abby, you all make your way back to the car. You and Abby trade mom duties. She takes Genevieve from you. The girl’s tuckered out, staying quiet as Abby buckles her into her car seat. You had the job of lining the boys up on the side of the car and helping them get the majority of the mud off their shoes before carefully boosting them into the SUV and into their car seats. Elijah was in a basic booster seat and was now allowed the whole third row of the car to himself. Isaac was still in a more protective booster seat, one with a chest clasp and a neck pillow attached.

You’re about to climb into the passenger seat when Isaac asks for his tiny pumpkin you stuck in your bag. Then Elijah asks for his too.

Abby is still in the doorway of Genevieve’s side of the car, taking her time to adjust the straps on Gen’s car seat like the worried mother she is.

“Abby, can you hand this to Eli?” You pass her Elijah’s pumpkin. Abby takes it without looking and places it in Elijah’s hands. You climb into the car and pass Isaac his pumpkin. Abby finally shuts the back door and walks around the front of the car, patting the hood gently.

You watch her climb into the car. She makes a grunt when she settles. Probably sore from having to chase the kids all over for two hours. Abby starts the car and goes to place her hand on your head seat when she finally makes eye contact with you. The grin and blush that grows on her cheeks match how you feel inside when you look at her, so you lean forward to kiss her. More than a peck, but not ostentatious. When you pull away, you see Abby has her eyes closed. She slowly opens them and beams at you. Snapping back to reality, she continues to back up the car with her hand still clutching your headrest. You indulge yourself unabashedly as you continue to watch her back up, put the car into drive, and smoothly steer with the palm of her left hand. By the time Abby pulls out of the parking lot, her hand has made its way down to your lap to hold your hand. You squeeze it between both of yours and press a kiss to the back of her hand without thinking. You turn to stare out the window at the colorful red and yellow leaves that decorate the trees.

“You okay?” Abby asks you when you stay quiet.

You look at her. She notices your slow blink. “Tired?” She asks.

You hold your index and thumb up, closing the air between them until there’s a sliver left. “A bit.”

Abby laughs at your joke, then hums to herself. You feel her thumb begin to softly run back and forth across your skin.

“How about I put on a Halloween film for the boys and I while you and Genevieve take a nap?” She spares looks to you, to try and watch your face and the road simultaneously.

You nod. “Yeah, that sounds good. You sure you don’t want to take a nap?”

Abby shakes her head. “Nah. I promised to help the boys paint their pumpkins when we get home anyway. It’s okay,” she promises.

“Okay,” you mumble back to her, a nap does sound so appealing. You keep a tight grip on Abby’s hand as you already feel yourself start to drift off.

Abby lets you have her hand until she needs it to pull into the driveway. A gentle nudge on your shoulder wakes you up.

“C’mon baby. Let’s get these kids inside and then you can nap.”

You pout at her, but follow her as she helps Isaac and then Elijah out of the car.

You unclasp Genevieve’s buckles and pick her up to cradle her in your arms. Abby makes sure to take your bag before you think to grab it yourself.

The boys’ shoes are carefully put away and you can already hear them talking excitedly about what they were going to paint on their pumpkins. You go past the living room and into your bedroom with Gen still in your arms. She slowly blinks her eyes at you when you lay her on your bed and start helping her take off her outdoor clothes.

“Hey, baby,” you keep your voice low. “Wanna take a nap with mama?” You place her clothes on the chair next to your bed. Without saying anything, Genevieve climbs over to Abby’s side of the bed and tugs your crocheted blanket up to her chin. You cough out a laugh. She really is your daughter. You change out of your outdoor clothes and into comfy, nap-appropriate clothes that consist of cotton shorts and one of Abby’s old high school shirts. You fill a glass of water in the en-suite and make your way back to the bed, Genevieve already letting out soft snores. Just as you climb under your own blanket, Abby tiptoes into the room.

“Hey,” she greets you, coming up to kiss your head. “I’m just gonna change and then I’ll leave you to your nap.” She brushes her hand over your head, combing your hair back. She presses another kiss to your head. “I love you,” she whispers. She gives you one more kiss then walks to the dresser.

“I love you too,” you tell her when she walks back by on her way to the bathroom.

“I love you more,” she whispers as loud as she can before shutting the door, stopping you from trying to top her declaration.

You are fast asleep by the time she exits the bathroom. She’s wearing one of your tie dye shirts and her favorite Halloween themed pajamas pants. She takes a second to look at you and Genevieve as you sleep. Both of you are laying on your backs, but your heads are turned to face each other. One of Genevive’s hands is wrapped around a few of your fingers. Abby could die right now because of how much her heart burns as she looks at the scene in front of her. And what a way to go that would be.

Abby tiptoes to the door and makes sure to quietly shut it before heading back into the living room where Elijah and Isaac are dealing out what paint they want to use from their paint bucket.

“Is mama and Genny going to join us?” Isaac asks Abby. He grabs a blue tube of paint, then a green one. He then looks up at Abby, his eyes bright.

“No, baby. They’re super sleepy and going to rest for a bit. So we gotta be quiet, okay?” Abby tells him. He nods his head and continues to look at the paint. After a second he turns back to Abby.

“Can we watch Halloweentown now?”

Abby smiles at him and runs her fingers through his hair. “Of course, baby.”

He gives her a big enough grin that she sees where his missing teeth used to be. He starts to hum the theme song before the movie even begins, Elijah joining in when the song actually starts to play.

Abby leans back on the couch. She looks down at the boys kindly sharing paint brushes and tubes of acrylic paint. She thinks of you and Genevieve taking a nap together upstairs.

If you told Abby that one day she’d be sharing a life with you and your three beautiful children, she wouldn’t believe you. But she sure would wish for it.

[celorangeine]

these are my headcanons for what these 3 would wear outside of their uniforms 🤗

[akiiame-blog]

Felt like drawing some tired Marios

ALSO: Those are specifically battle scars! Since Mario is an adventurer, I feel like those would be inevitable to have.

[yourgalgremlin]

Aftg headcanon:

Andrew has signed every note he’s ever written Neil (including all his bday cards, sticky notes around the house, his vows, etc) like this:

Sleep with one eye open,

Andrew Minyard #03

[littlestarbigsky]

someone give steve, soda, two-bit, and ponyboy a game of taco cat goat cheese pizza and leave them alone for 45 minutes.

[dvrcos]

Aaron Minyard is a chronic clothes stealer. Genuinely none of Kevin’s clothes are safe from him. Aaron will mostly steal his sweatshirts, especially his team ones that have “Day” and his number on them. Kevin gets his hoodies a size larger than normal so he loves that they’re oversized and he secretly loves that wearing them makes him feel like he’s Kevin’s.

And he’ll steal his sweatpants when they’re having a lazy day at home. The legs are way too long and he’s stepping on them all day and he has to tie the waistband as tight as it goes just so they stay up. But they’re just comfier than his own sweatpants for some reason okay!

And despite Kevin being almost a foot taller than him, they wear the same shirt and jersey size. So of course Aaron steals his t-shirts and wears them to class, especially on the days Kevin’s out of town for games. And maybe there was an incident while they were in college before the Foxes knew they were together where they were making out in the locker room and the rest of the team walked in. So they had to jump away from each other quickly. And in the scramble to look normal they grabbed each other’s jerseys without noticing and wore them for the entire practice. None of the foxes told them and many bets were won that day.

A month into their relationship basically half of Kevin’s closet had wound up in Aaron’s room. For weeks he had to text Aaron to bring him certain clothing items so the others wouldn’t be suspicious about him coming into Aaron’s room and getting clothes. When the Foxes find out Kevin just starts walking in and grabbing what he needs, if he didn’t stay over.

Kevin protests the stealing at first but seeing Aaron in his clothes makes his stomach twist with butterflies and affection so he just lets him take whatever he wants.

He even lets him steal his underwear after they finish messing around because Kevin finds Aaron walking around their apartment in Kevin’s boxers strangely attractive

[psychicthepsychic-daily]

some notes on how i write the purple guys dlc communicating <3

Psychic-

speaks tersely and seriously, but with a calm self-assurance

intelligent and articulate, speech comes out readily and confidently

his voice is quiet but clear, impossible to shut out. (because of telepathy, it has a kinda echoey effect to it that most people gotta adjust to)

chooses his words deliberately; reserved and will leave unspoken things he deems unnecessary

very straightforward, not very chatty to begin with and doesn't see the point of sugarcoating and small talk

assertive and stubborn, not afraid of confrontation and will flatly respond to it

not charismatic. appeals to people's heads instead of their hearts because he's a psychomancer, a logic-oriented one, and that's kinda his thing

very deadpan and sarcastic, especially with Void

tends to make little witticisms under his breath and subtle references to historical and literary Moments™

drops a lot of iconic one-liners (that he totally wasn't rehearsing in the mirror /s /lh)

more informal and casual when he's alone with his master. but when the rest of the family show up he tends to withdraw and act more formal and professional. typically more emotive around them than others

curses sparingly, avoids doing so during work, might relax when he’s just with his master, probably curses more alone and/or around Void

cold towards people named boyfriend and warm towards people named girlfriend

reserved body language (except with telekinesis lmao), he moves his hands around a little bit but that's about it

confident gait, will walk around the Dearests’ mansion like he owns the place, but can also move silently and scare people <3

when he's really angry (rare) his voice goes extremely quiet, calm, and freezing cold. the very air feels staticky, like it's about to combust

Void-

Confidence Swag 101

speaks in a sort of drawl, a little bit lazy, a little bit flirty

other times he tends to talk fast and sharply, but eloquently; gets impatient if asked to repeat himself

lots of tsk-ing and other dramatic noises ✨

not him using gen z slang lowkey (not to the point where it’s obvious though lmao)

very expressive. his voice flows naturally from being soft to Very Loud as he talks, it (among other things) comes from him playing a character 24/7

ultra rizzler. horrible at expressing genuine feelings and concern towards anyone not named Jet though

opposite to Psychic in that he appeals to people's hearts instead of their heads; aims for people's emotional attachment to him rather than their intelligence

matches the snark level of whoever he's talking to, e.g. he and Psychic are always bouncing light insults back and forth but he's not that sardonic with Space Gang

subconsciously manipulative. it's hard not to be with the sheer power and influence he has, but it's usually unintentional.

very exaggerated body language, loves doing flourishes and dreamy winks lmao. mostly trained himself into it to help catch people's attention.

very practiced, even, and loud gait. carries himself in a way that draws attention, even when he's not immediately recognized.

never swears in his songs or when he's live, not around fellow stars, and probably not directly at the Accretions. might curse when alone. doesn't curse around most friends/acquaintances (i.e. Space Gang, Hood) but does a lot more around Psychic.

when frustrated he drops the theatrics and his voice rises (more fiery than Psychic's, ironically)

when he's angry there's also a vitriol and weight to his tone, and the air grows cold and heavy

Hood-

speaks warmly and with a cheerful lilt, no underlying sharpness or edge

words come out in a steady flow, not a lot of filler words or stuttering

expresses his thoughts honestly and succinctly, leaves a lot unsaid; he's guarded but many people don't realize it

very mild-tempered, the most easygoing of the three. not as intense as Void, not as aloof as Psychic.

matter-of-fact in tone, can get snarky or teasing but always comes back to sincerity

careful and reassuring if he notices someone is upset, tries to give encouragement and compassion

can be awkward or uncertain, but everything he says comes from the heart <3

tone becomes tense and stilted and talks faster when people named epsilon/his fans come up in conversation :(

will surprise Psychic and Void by cursing if he’s annoyed or frustrated. it is a thing he’s capable of, they just baby him too much to recognize it /lh /hj

makes lighthearted jokes to distract attention from himself; a little nervous with all eyes on him

usually the first one who tries to de-escalate tensions and play mediator, but it visibly stresses him out

quick to forgive. also quick to apologize and/or express sorrow, for trauma reasons /hj

energetic, emotive body language. lots of finger tapping, nervous fidgeting, mirroring others

walks with a real spring in his step <3 quick and light on his feet, he barely makes a sound

when he’s angry his voice rises in both pitch and volume and he balls up his fists. it’s surprisingly just as scary as with Void and Psychic because Hood is so difficult to anger.

[sweetandglovelyart]

Knightfall in Dream Land - Page 6

Meta Knight begins his long fall to Popstar’s surface and passes by some familiar faces on the way down.

[circles-n-spirals-alike]

ouuhhh my lovely lady mind… 1 or 2 it’s up to u rly

2: the night of the juno incident, he rewatched Whole’s memory of asking Venus out about 257 times. he watched his own memory of the shot about 326 times. if you were to ask him why he did that to himself, he wouldn’t give you an answer.

[mechazushi]

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NO, BECAUSE WHAT DO I GOTTA DO TO GET THOSE BACK-BACKS ON MY DOOR STEP!!?!?!?!! DEAD ASS I NEED- NOT WANT- NEEED RENO'S! I AM NOT KIDDING- DO YOU SEE MY ASS KIDDING YOU RIGHT NOW?

AND THE SCYTHE?!?!?!? I SERIOUSLY WILL LEARN HOW TO USE COSPLAY FOAM IF IT MEANT I GET THAT SHIT IN MY HOUSE!!!!!!

AND JUST- KAFKA ON A MOTORCYCLE!??!?!?! HOT, JUST SO. FUCKING. HOT.

AND HOW IS THEIR MODELS BETTER THAN THE DAMN SHOW!?!?!?!? @PRODUCTION I.G, EVERYONE IS FLEXING ON YOUR ASS RIGHT NOW!!!!

AND DOES ANYONE REALIZE THE PRICELESS OPPORTUNITY WE HAVE BEEN PRESENTED!?!?!??! KAFKA-RENO- AND KIKORU DOING THE SILLIEST, THE STUPIDEST, THE MOST OUTRAGEOUS DANCE EMOTES.

PLEASE: TO ANYONE IN THE KN8 COMMUNITY WITH A FORTNIGHT PASS: I ASK-NO, BEG! FOR YOU TO UPLOAD A VIDEO OF KAFKA DANCING LIKE A FUCKIN' WEEB!!!!

(I feel like I should also clarify that I do not want nor can I play Fortnight. My anxiety would not be able to let me...)

[chai-berries]

“I, uh, found you something while I was out.”

“Yeah?” you turn to sit sideways on her bed, one leg folded and tucked under you.

“You gotta close your eyes first.” You do so, closing your eyes and holding your hand out, a big smile on your face. What you can’t see is that Abby is easily caught off guard by your smile and almost forgets to drop the mysterious item into your hand.

“You can open your eyes now.” You open them.

In your hand is a necklace. A long gold chain and a pendant. You gently untangle the necklace and hold it up. The pendant is the initial of your first name. Surprisingly the necklace as a whole is in pretty good condition with only a little chip on the pendant.

“Oh, Abs,” you look up and see the girl blushing. “This is so sweet! I love it. Thank you.” Regardless of how uncomfortable it will be, you lean forward to hug Abby tightly. “Thank you, Abby” you whisper into her ear and kiss her cheek quickly before pulling away.

You carefully undo the clasps and shyly ask Abby to put the necklace on you. After a failed attempt of putting it on while you’re both sitting, you decide to stand up. You turn your back to Abby and she very ceremoniously places the necklace on you. Once it’s clasped you turn back around to face her. You reach up to adjust the pendant so it sits in the middle of your sternum.

When you look up, Abby is already smiling at you. She opens her mouth to say something when someone calls her name.

[falmerbrook]

So I have this headcanon google doc that I have organized by topic that I just spit my elder scrolls thoughts into. I don’t really know how to go about posting them into the world, but I thought it might be fun to make a little ask game out of it:

Send me a number 1-71 (that's how many pages it is) and I'll give you a headcanon or idea from that page!

[duete]

TAGS

[necrotic-nephilim]

i love your fics and the ideas you describe for the ask games. i'm especially fond of your takes on the rarer pairings and i always smile when i see your posts in the ship tags <3

and don't stress too much about not posting anything, real life is important and participating in fandom should be fun, not something you have to force yourself to do. god knows fandom burnout is real, especially if you feel like people are expecting something from you. just keep doing what makes you happy :)

ghgfhgjhkjhjhg this was so sweet, thank you so much! i *love* talking about rarer rarepairs, especially if it gets other people to ship them too. the popular ships are fun and all, but i truly love spreading rarepair propaganda.

that's very reassuring, thank you <3 i've loved everything i posted here so far and have not felt pushed to post anything i haven't enjoyed, but sometimes i forget i can like. use this blog for whatever i want and not *just* headcanons/fics/mets/etc lol. and i also forget i don't have to rush myself. it's annoying to want to write and either not have time or not have the words work. i used to run a fandom blog in my teens that got very large and felt like a chore and i was so stressed about the need to perform and the numbers and all of that. like if a fic didn't do well i saw it as a personal failing and forced myself to write popular headcanons just for the numbers game. was not fun or sustainable in the long run and i think it contributed to me no longer having any taste for the ship i primarily wrote for. so for too long i treated existing in fandom like a job lol. i've mostly gotten it through to myself that this is a space for me, but i occasionally forget when i'm so caught up in all the things i want to get to for this blog. my to-write list is a mile long and i need to be bonked with a paper towel roll, i think. so it's very kind of you to say this bc the reminder is nice <3

[nsewell]

i think the origins warden could have slotted in so nicely as rook so much of the plot is relevant to the narrative arc that they started. can u imagine.