#snack headcanons

[tricksterringmaster]

Some cute adult!Snack headcanons:

• Sirius tends to talk more than Severus, but Severus is the one to go on elaborate rants when he is frustrated, and Sirius absolutely loves every one of them, because no one else comes up with such unique ways to call someone stupid like his partner (and it's nice to not be the one called stupid, while actually joining in a "we can judge all these people together" way).

• Sirius is the one with the loud barking laughter, Severus is the one with the silent laughter (his shoulders may jump and eyes get teary). It's hard to get an actual audible laughter from him, but Sirius loves every moment he manages to do it.

• When Sirius finds out Severus needs something, he loves to get it for him, but Severus is often too prideful to accept gifts all the time just like that (he thinks he can get it all himself and doesn't like to feel like he owes someone something). So, Sirius plays a game of just putting it somewhere for Severus to find and then acting like he has no idea where it came from (Severus is irritated initially, but starts playing into it with time, because, well, he needs these things, actually).

• Their usual arguments turn into banter with time, and they learn to make it less heated and vicious, although they still have a bit of a need to "outdo" each other which may be a bit too strong.

• Sirius stops smoking and mostly stops drinking for Severus, because the latter can't stand both after his traumatic chilhood. But Severus doesn't stop him from smoking or drinking on the day of Potters' death and sometimes even accompanies Sirius in a "self-punishment" kind of way (Sirius isn't a fan of the "self-punishment" idea for him, but it's useless to argue and it's kinda funny to see can-do-anything-perfectly Severus Snape coughing from smoke and wincing from alcohol's taste).

• Severus learns to be less vicious and venomous to Sirius in their arguments/banter. Apparently, it all works out better when he doesn't look for every button to push and doesn't remind Sirius of his mother;

• Severus actually likes dogs and loves Sirius' dog form. He also gets more talkative with Sirius as Padfoot, and if they go somewhere like this he turns into one of the people others mention as "I heard that owner telling this weird thing to their dog". Sometime human!Sirius gets jealous of dog!Sirius, but he also knows that dog!Sirius is the best option when he needs to beg for forgiveness.

• They have a quite eclectic music collection, and Sirius was very surprised to get a lot of niche knowledge from Severus, who had spent too many summers listening to wild muggle teens around. Sometimes Sirius drags Severus into dancing, usually to the weirdest and most unfitting song possible.

• Sirius likes to help Severus with potions, when the latter is too busy to give him attention, but Sirius still need some. Severus has to begrudgingly accept that Sirius is actually smart enough to be really useful.

[sunnie-angel]

jason todd has a hoodie. the hoodie. oversized with sleeves long enough he can pull them down to swallow his hands when he’s anxious. thick, jersey knit cotton in a rich red that’s been worn down and washed out to something more faded. a deep hood that can block out the world down to what’s in front of him. a front pocket big enough to fit a medium sized paperback. it’s a feature he’s abused often. the elbows are worn soft, not thin, and it’s perfectly broken in, fibres soft from heavy use.

it’s his favourite hoodie. one of the first things he bought just for himself after his resurrection. the first bit of creature comfort he had allowed himself. a little silly, but it feels like a magic charm. he pulls it over his head fresh from the dryer and poof, nothing bad can touch him.

that’s why when he drops it into your lap one day, it means something. his two lucky charms, bundled up together. you run covetous hands over the thick material, still warm from his skin, and he knows he’s gonna be finding it draped around you in the future. the hoodie finds itself in the bedroom floor time after time but jason doesn’t really mind. he’ll just pop it in the wash on the regular cycle, then in the dryer with the wool dryer balls you cajoled him into getting, and it’ll be good as new. ready and waiting to work its magic whenever he needs it.

[ohimsummer]

teen! satoru as a loner in school, before he became friends with you and suguru and shoko. when some classmate came up to him all giggly and a little nervous, eyes darting around the room for whatever reason, but satoru doesn’t care because he’s so excited.

no one ever approaches him first unless it’s to poke fun at him with some unfunny joke or backhanded compliment that completely wipes the smile off his face. so the idea of someone coming up to actually be friends with him has his heart pounding, it’s all so new!

satoru tells them all about himself. all his favorite hobbies and interests and shows—digimon of course being a common theme. sure, he’s a nerd, but his new friend doesn’t seem to mind, quietly nodding along with a wide grin as satoru rambles on and on and on with a sharp glimmer in his eyes.

it all feels so nice, having someone to talk to and who actually listens. someone who isn’t clearly zoning out on him or telling him that he’s talking too much. it’s only the one classmate, none of the others have started making an effort to befriend him. but this one did and satoru is hopeful because it’s a start.

both his heart and hopes are crushed when he’s walking the halls, just about to round the corner when he overhears some information about himself. something personal that he’s told no one else, except one person: his beloved “friend”.

satoru can feel the tears coming as he peeps around the corner, and he sees the original classmate, the one who approached him, laughing in a group of other students. mimicking his voice and mocking his interests, complaining that he talks so much about things that are so boring, that he’s annoying, that he’s clingy.

and that they “wish someone else had taken the dare”.

[devilfic]

part two to this because I can't stop thinking about them

you're actually really good at this.

miguel can count on one hand, maybe a few fingers less than that, the number of times he's met his match. not many could keep up with him, could take a blow from the full weight of his fist and stay standing, but you can. and you're relentless.

he could be shaking with rage and by the time he's spent sparring with you, you're still grinning with all the energy you had from when you first started. it's the thing that really excites you, he notices: the thrill of the chase, the struggle, the victory and defeat. because he never sees you get like that unless he's taking you. to the mat.

you get this feverish look in your eyes that he doesn't know how to satiate yet, but he likes testing your limits the same way you test his. he likes seeing that excitement on your face, it makes him keep coming back for more.

until he splits your cheek open.

you hadn't calculated correctly, hadn't considered how close his talon would come to your face until it had torn the skin beneath your eye in two. the blood dribbles down your cheek.

miguel's eyes go wild. when he first felt the resistance against his claw, he'd thought of much, much worse. he'd stood there, hand hovering between the two of you in a stunned silence waiting for something worse to happen. he watched the red pearl at the cut, so slim that had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have even hesitated, "shit."

you touch a finger to the blood, smearing it, "it's okay, it's nothing."

it is nothing. to anyone else in the spider society, it would be nothing. the super healing would kick in and wouldn't even scar. and he'd seen you heal before, had left bruises on you that mended themselves within hours.

he presses his thumb to the cut. a bead of your blood sits on the surface of his finger, a reminder that as strange and wonderful and powerful as you are, you bleed all the same. you watch him, curious, "you can have some. if you want."

his eyes flicker to you with that same shock from when you'd first caught him off guard, "what?"

you gesture to his thumb, "my blood. I don't mind it."

miguel stares, "I'm not a vampire."

"that's what gwen called you."

"I'm... spiders have fangs."

you frown, "then why-"

"are you sure you're okay?" miguel asks, even though he sees for himself that the blood has stopped. soon, your skin would sew itself back together. soon, this wouldn't even matter.

you soften. you melt. miguel doesn't know what to do with all the warmth in your expression... "of course. I can handle you, o'hara. no need to be gentle." and there you go again. you know exactly what you're doing when you say those words and look up at him like that. he feels hot under the collar. he presses his thumb into your cheek and smears the blood even more, but you just laugh, "I knew you had a soft spot for me."

his grumble is meant to be a growl—a warning—but he comes off sounding like a puppy who's bitten off more than he could chew, "not in this universe."

part three

[demigods-posts]

headcanon that annabeth is such a quick and messy eater. fingers covered in sauce. crumbs on the side of her mouth. always choking on her food. but it just stems from years of her never being safe enough to enjoy a meal. because she spent so long running that the only way she can find time to breathe is if she rushed through her meals. even well into adulthood. free of the dangers of being on the run. she still struggles to slow down.

[here-comes-the-moose]

Time for another headcanon that randomly popped into my head and would not leave me alone until I posted it:

Before Omega entered the picture, all of Hunter’s protective, caring, mother hen instincts we see in Bad Batch weren’t dormant, they were just focused on Crosshair. 😂

[sayangrafayel]

Crow family Pt. The twins are giving MC the tour of the mansion 🏯

Kieran: This here is the dining area, boss sometimes would make late night snacks for us if the private chef is not around.

Luke: And this is the living room where sometimes we would force boss to watch movies with us.

MC: *nods and sees the stairs leading upwards* What's upstairs?

Luke: Why are you talking to the stairs? You know stairs don't talk, right?

[seaofdaydreams]

I lied. It was 7 pages. 🙃

[hunterofartemis7]

AU where Athena adopts both Odysseus and Diomedes.

Athena: *flies back to Olympus after snatching up Diomedes after his father died (or whatever happened to him. Something with cannibalism)*

Diomedes: *6 years old clinging to Athena for dear life*

Athena; *lands in her room* Odysseus! I’m back!

Odysseus: *6-7 years old popping out from under the bed* mama! *runs over and hugs her leg*

Athena: *sets Diomedes and ruffles Odys hair* Odysseus this is Diomedes, he’s going to be your new brother

Diomedes: *hiding behind Athena, small wave*

Odysseus: hi! Wanna see where my uncle hides all the good snacks?

Diomedes:….*nods*

Odysseus: *grabs his hand and drags him to Hermes place*

Athena:….well that went better than expected

[wholecakes]

zoro who is so caught off guard by sanji’s kinder actions towards him is one of my favorite tropes. sanji crafting him specialized post workout snacks personally adjusted for him but still down to fight and call him names. he’s still the biggest asshole zoro has ever had the displeasure of knowing, and he’s horribly considerate. he’s a little confused but doesn’t reject any of sanji’s specialized treats. it’s not like sanji is fawning and doting over him like he does nami, so zoro feels like he can cross off sanji actually liking him from his list of reasons as to why sanji is acting like this. but it’s still fucking strange..

meanwhile sanji is in his kitchen wondering how zoro hasn’t taken a damn hint yet

[sunnie-angel]

Jason Todd is used to violence. He’s a little less used to love.

The first time you give Jason a hickey, it’s bittersweet. For a man so used to violence and all its aftermaths, that small mark on the vulnerable reach of his throat leaves him shell shocked. He presses down at that fresh bruise and is astounded at the lack of violence. That the violently marred planes of his body can bear the evidence of affection just as well. It surprises him a little, how two such opposed things can end up looking so similar. He’ll take a thousand little bruises from you if they’re made of love.

Every morning after you, he stands in front of his bathroom mirror and catalogues the damages. Symmetrical purple blooms on each collarbone, a fading one overlapping an old bullet wound on his chest, more scattered along his pulse points. He presses careful fingers down on each one and wonders at how close your sharp teeth came to the fragile parts of him. Decides how he wouldn’t mind an imprint of your jaws if you chose to give it to him. Thinks abstractly about how he’d look decorated in ruby droplets and your grin.

Jason Todd is used to violence. He’s a little less used to love. Sometimes for him, the boundaries get a little blurry.

[tornado1992]

Babyfied Tails not crying no matter how hungry or sick he’d be because when he was an actual toddler he learned that if he cried no one would come to help him, his cries would only attract the people who wanted to hurt him.

[haunted-girlyy]

- Stupid little ghoul hc -

Phantom: "Who always puts the delicious snacks next to the sink?"

Rain: "The ... what?!"

Phantom: "The colorful snacks next to the sink?"

Rain: "These are no snacks?! That's soap."

Phantom: ...

Rain: "Why the hell would you eat soap?! It's for washing, not for eating."

Phantom: "I really appreciate your way of thinking. Anyway, can we buy more of the pink one? I like the raspberry flavor."

[bitchapalooza]

Since Zoro doesn't really like sweets, what if Sanji made oatmeal raisin cookies as a trial of sorts to see if Zoro liked it—y'know, so he's not excluded from afternoon snack time. He bickers with the guy constantly but no matter what he'd never not feed him or single him out. Oatmeal raisin isn't very sweet unless you make it sweet. And it worked, his trial was a success! Zoro ate all the cookies on the plate, he didn't see Zoro give Luffy or Chopper his snack, not even once! While feeling pretty successful, Sanji can't help but laugh because he's never met a 19 year old who likes oatmeal raisin cookies enough to eat four of them in a row.

Side note: I told my friend this last night and they said Zoro would like ANZAC biscuits too (after explaining what those are I had to agree lol). Which led me into thinking he'd like hardtack lmao. Jokingly I said he'd like saltines and would count that as a cookie, not a cracker, but the more I think about it the more I take it seriously. I mean I think Zoro would like savory foods in general (not necessarily as a favorite but it is a preference), but plain saltine crackers? He could eat a whole sleeve of em, that's my new hc. Roronoa Zoro's favorite cookies in order are: Oatmeal raisin, saltines, ANZAC biscuits, hardtack 😌

[honora-antares]

Severus Snape Headcanons for my upcoming Fanfic!

Uses Muggle supplies

For studying & note taking in class because they're cheaper than Wizarding supplies.

Ex: spiral notebooks, wooden pencils, pens

Only ever uses his parchment and ink quills when doing class work and essays that need to be turned in.

Professor Flitwick noticed and charmed his pen so that the ink will last until the school year ends.

"Best to not tell" is all he said when he did before awarding him 10 points for his cleverness and resourcefulness.

Is Actually Left Handed

But because Tobias deemed it another "freakish" trait from his mother, broke his fingers every time he caught him writing, forcing him to use his right hand, therefore making him ambidextrous.

Reason why his school work is immaculate and his notes are a complete mess. because even though his left hand has a slight tremor, he still uses it in the comfort of his own privacy.

His Mother is Jewish so He Knows a Bit of Hebrew

When he's in Potions or any other class that require numbers, he only ever counts in the language under his breath.

The Marauders (not Remus) think his mumblings are incantations of Dark Magic spells because of course they do.

He Was a Late Bloomer

Meaning his first growth spurt happened during the summer between 4th and 5th year.

His voice changed to a deep throaty tone that everyone immediately pointed out. Both Severus and Eileen mastered honey-lime tea.

He refused to speak for almost half of first term & only relented when Regulus told him how his voice is perfect for Reading Nights. Especially if he's reading in Hebrew.

(the Slytherins have a short of "poetry night" which I find kinda cute)

He Steals the Library's Candles

Madam Pince is convinced its the Marauders so she has made countless complaints to Headmaster Dumbledore, but he just lets it be. Claiming how wonderful it is that students are working so hard into the night on their studies that they need the extra light.

Only that Severus uses the candles to coat and seal his more expensive and/or important potion ingredients since their wax is of more higher quality and its charmed to last longer than regular candles.

I've only posted a brief Prologue of sorts but feel free to check it out! ✌🏽

And if you like a bit of Snirius too, chapter 8 for To Take Your Name is currently being edited 😉

[petracozbi]

I'm finally came around to do my own Trolls HC list-thing (most are Branch related cuz he's my favourite):

Branch has almost perfectly trained senses from living and surviving on his own in the wilderness; he's got a very sensitive nose and he can easily hear the smallest movements even if they're fairly far away, etc.

Poppy makes sure to at least make a little noise when approaching Branch, as to not catch him off guard, since he had a tendency to get lost in thought when he feels he's in a safe and secure space, and can lower his defences. Kismet does the same (they're found family to me idc)

In the beginning, the bros found it kind of annoying/confusing how Poppy would start getting louder and yell out Branch's name every time they were getting close to him, probably shrugging it off to her just being a very hyper and overexcited girlfriend. It wasn't until they got to experience first-hand how Branch reacted when they suddenly just touched him while deep in thought, and let's just say, after having their arm pinned behind their back and a sharpened stick held to their throat a few too many times, they learned to give a heads-up.

Branch needs glasses. He stopped wearing them after Rosiepuff got eaten to fully avoid any connection with Brozone and his boyband persona. He's not completely blind and can still get around, but he relies mostly on his other senses (which also got way more sharp because of that), and has to get up close to see things in detail.

A HC I think I shared before: Branch is freakishly strong, but doesn't look it at first glance - He's very much humbled the bros (especially JD and Bruce) with this fact, when they try to wrestle him into a headlock to give him a nookie or a Wet Willy (JD and Bruce) and he just won't budge (Kismet knows to not even try) or when they want to help him carry something and they almost collapse under they weight when he hands it to them.

Besides being his vehicle, Rhonda is also JD's (unofficial) therapy animal.

Clay can't swim. He never learned since he spent his entire life in either the trolltree or the abandon golfcourse. When Bruce learns this, he takes it upon himself to try and teach him, but to their shared frustration, they both (Clay and Bruce) discover that Clay is apparently deadly afraid of open waters.

Bruce also didn't know how to swim when he first left the trolltree. He got washed up on vacay Island, having been staying afloat by holding onto a branch. The vacationers taught him how to swim.

JD can cook circles around most trolls. He did most of the cooking back in the trolltree 'cuz Rosiepuff was a horrible cook (referencing her apparently rancid-tasting fluffleberry cake), he also taught (Sp)Bruce how to cook, but never got around to teach the others 'cuz they split up. Bruce later incorporated some of JD's recipes into the menu at the restaurant.

Branch's tastebuds are pretty hardened (some might say almost nonexistent), and trolls tend to assume it's from his survival years, where he'd just eat whatever as long as it was edible, didn't matter what it tasted like. In reality, it's mostly from solely eating Rosiepuff's cooking for like maybe a year or two after the band split up (yeah that's all it took to mess them tastebuds up for years after). Ofc in the beginning, he had to force himself to even put the food in his mouth, but he did it 'cuz he wanted to make his grandma happy.

Kismet was formed shortly after the bros left. It was Rosiepuff who encouraged Branch to socialize with other trollings around his age, since he became very closed off after the split (tho' I think he'd been a pretty shy and quiet kid to begin with (with the exception of when he performed as Bitty B))

Branch used to get bullied (more) for his greyness as a kid. Kismet would chase them off.

Although Branch is not as forgiving either, Kismet 100% holds a grudge for the bros leaving Branch - the Snackpack too, when they also learn what happened.

The bros are absolutely bewildered by the fact that Branch is dating the Queen, and that he'd probably one day be King. Branch himself gets very anxious when they mention this; just the thought of that much responsibility and being in the spotlight like that has him sweating.

Bruce's favorite way of annoying Branch is to tease him about his and Poppy's relationship, asking him when he can expect the wedding invitations and some nieces or nephews. In reality, it's probably Poppy that proposes in the future, with a long, romantic and heartfelt speech ofc (and yes, he cries).

That's all I got for now