#ta da!!! more headcannons!!

[anulithots]

Link click yapper here sorry but Im dying to know how many lasts/first did CXS forget/never got to experience again. Like I think that CXS did off himself in the flashback LG has when he got shot so I wonder what changed in that timeline for the ending to change (although the results were the same)

TW for discussions of CXS’s suicide

Oohhh so like what differences there was in this timeline from the last? The things CXS experienced the last time around that he won’t be able to experience in the current timeline for the sake of keeping him alive?

(I am in pain. Also note that plot theories are slightly out of my area of expertise - character and theme analysis - but I’ll try my best!)

Okay so this is partially inspired by @snowpoet123’s amazing fic - three time’s the charm - so I think that CXS doesn’t get to experience becoming close with Lu Guang in this timeline, and there MUST be some things he missed there. Not to say that Lu Guang and CXS aren’t as close in the current timeline because they are close in literally every timeline and every medium they are so queer for each other afjaskdfjasd. (I have a whole essay on the trust between them /exaggeration but not by much). So I imagine that CXS would miss a lot of those ‘firsts’ with Lu Guang like… idk what do normal freinds do… okay nevermind what would these two nuerodivergent sillies do… I imagine they would play a lot of basketball and just hang out before and after a lot before they did the whole ‘moving in together and being business partners thing’ (apologies for my pandering the headache is headaching today).

Like in the current timeline he ‘miraculously appeared in their lives’. So I imagine there would be lots of little misadventures - similar to the chibi shorts - before they trusted each other to such a degree. Paticularly in college and such… and I’ll have to see the yingdu arc to be sure but… hmm I imainge tihngs would be different there as well. And I don’t think it’s needs to be dramatic at all, like it would be wonderous if their first tiem around they are just.. there for each other.

I saw this one headcannon where CXS would speak for Lu Guang if Lu Guang didn’t know what to say (in social situations). And I think it would go both ways tbh. With Lu GUang doing things for CXS if CXS is upset (similar to post-ep 5)

… I feel like I’m not answering this right. mmm i’ll come back to this and add more thoughts… after I nap.

OKay what changed for the timeline to change -

If one goes with the ‘Lu Guang didn’t have powers in the first timeline and CXS passed them to Lu Guang when he died in Lu Guang’s arms (very queer of him)’ theory, then they wouldn’t have had their time travel business in the first timeline. Perhaps CXS went on his own through photos, and one can theorize whether he went back in time for the same purpose of getting information from the photos… because a part of me is like: ‘what if he tried to find his parents?’

But considering that CXS brought up the idea of the time travel business to Lu Guang, one can assume he came up with the idea first… and after sleeping my brain still isn’t working sooo I might come back to this.

But perhaps the time travel business originally was CXS diving into photos on his own, Qiao Ling getting clients, and CXS is still becoming friends with Lu Guang.

Without Lu Guang’s guidance, I do imagine CXS might mess around in time, and wouldn’t know the parameters of what can and can’t happen. ANd perhaps because he went back into time on his own, could not tell anyone and didn’t have much support for how emotionally draining the photos are…. perhaps then he dethatched from the world (See CXS post s1ep5) and did off himself because of that.

Lu Guang is horrified because at this point they’ve gotten very close, and he goes back in time to save him. Ta da ta da!

Thank you for the ask!

(My apologies if this is incoherent, I might write some more on this later!)

[love-me-purple]

cuddling headcanons with Kiibo maybe? thank you in advance :3

cuddling headcannons w/ kiibo

cw: none

a/n: kiibo’s so innocent to people, but the fact that he’s a robot makes me think that across learning about how to be human, he’s come up to some pretty questionable stuff …

➼ i’ll be honest here, he’s not comfortable to cuddle with with only his robot metal on.

➼ but he changes that, in any way possible.

➼ he’ll put on something warm and fuzzy, turn on a heating function to heat you up ( during the cold months ), and ta - da! comfortable.

➼ he loves your presence. he loves hugging you, just the thought of being loved makes him feel like he’s not useless, and that he’s actually worth something.

➼ loves any kind of position, but if i had to headcannon a favorite for him, it’d probably be the sweetheart / rom - com or face - to - face.

➼ he loves you. he loves how you look, how you snuggle into him; but because he doesn’t wanna creep you out he doesn’t mention it.

➼ he does say how lovely you look, or how he loves being around you.

➼ he kind of just … stares at your face when cuddling.

➼ if you’re uncomfortable with that, then he’ll just apologize stare into space … sneaking multiple glances in a span of one minute to look at your ( angelic ) face.

➼ can’t be helped with him!

“ are you comfortable …? ” kiibo asked, moving the blanket to cover more of you. he didn’t really need it after all. you smiled with your eyes shut, fluttering them open to plant a kiss on his forehead. the warming metal enveloped your lips, the feeling tingling through your limbs. “ perfectly fine. ” you muttered against his face. kiibo mimicked your now closing eyes, bringing you closer to him as your body heated up. these are the moments he wouldn’t give away for the world.

[astradreaming]

Multi Creepypasta HeadCannons

Eyeless Jack was the biggest mama's boy no doubt.

Hoodie is secretly slightly jealous (using that term lightly) of Toby because he can't feel pain.

Speaking of, Hoodie his back never fully healed bc do you seriously think that Slenderman is that nice to them, so he has constant back pain (its usually worse if he's been on a stalking mission bc he has to sit still for a long time)

Masky has the same problem with his leg, it gets worse when it rains, he also has the grandpa hobble when he first wakes up.

Masky and Hoodie constantly talk through Morse code to piss everyone else off on the mission.

Slenderman has his three 'brothers': Slendorman, Trendorman, and Offenderman however I'm adding his asshole cousin (whom he steals proxies from if he wants them) The Operator! Ta Da Marble Hornets :D (I honestly just love the idea of The Operator gathering all these victims just for his older cousin to steal the best ones to join his side LMFAOO)

Also in this universe where Slenderman takes the best proxies from The Operator would explain so much: Why Hoodie and Masky's orientation to becoming proxies was so different from everyone else and why they're the top dog proxies.

It would also mean The Operator has other proxies of his own *cough* Alex & Jay *cough* Who are stuck in those 'trials' continuously so their mental state is way worse than even Jeff's but a hell of a lot more controllable than Jeff is.

Eyeless Jack and X-Virus/Cody are either like that one school/workmate who lets you borrow something when you need it or they want to kill each other and there's no in-between I don't know why I just think it's funny.

Eyeless Jack forgot his memories temporarily after the whole cult thing, that's around the time Slenderman became aware of him. Eventually, over time he remembered everything.

Ticci Toby would be more brutal/feral than Jeff and a better proxy/killer than Masky if everyone(including himself) didn't underestimate him either for his age or his 'problems'.

Hoodie is extremely quiet some other proxies who are less 'friendly' toward him think he's just completely mute. He talks to a select few or when needed and obviously when giving orders.

Hoodie while driving however is a complete 180, he has the biggest road rage out of anyone, he beats Jeff and Masky on how bad it is.

Hoodie actively hates people who spell his name Hoody. No, I won't elaborate.

BEN Drowned secretly listens to Taylor Swift. He'd die AGAIN before he ever admits it.

Jeff the Killer listens to Pierce The Veil and Insane Clown Posse (just that genre overall) actively and constantly blasts it from his room which annoys everyone in his vicinity.

Eyeless Jack's favorite animal used to be elephants.

Ticci Toby had a stuffed giraffe as a child and even though he doesnt remember much from his past the giraffe always appears somewhere in his dreams and he has no idea why.

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[randoimago]

This is agoraphobia Anon from a decent chunk of time ago, idk if you remember. Life has its ups and downs but I think I’m doing a lot better! In celebration of the can I have some headcannons for Molly, Caleb, Yasha and Jester reacting to the reader taking them somewhere on a date that involves navigating crowds? Reader is still nervous obviously but makes it through without panicking.

Agoraphobic S/O Taking Them on Date

Fandom: Critical Role

Character(s): Caleb Widogast, Jester Lavorre, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Yasha Nydoorin

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): I do remember! I'm glad you're doing better!! Life is wild and it's nice to have a bit of respite from it. So I hope you enjoy these headcanons!!

Caleb

You told him you wanted to take him on a date and he agreed. He noticed you looked excited, yet nervous, but he didn't say anything as he trusted you and didn't want you to be more nervous.

When you began leading him into busier streets while holding his hand, he stayed silent. He wanted to speak up and make sure you're alright, but you looked determined. He didn't want you to lose your nerve when you're doing so well.

Caleb's face lit up when you took him to a bookstore that just opened. It wasn't the most crowded, but there were still a good bit of people wanting to see the newly-opened establishment. He noticed you seeming more nervous with all the people around and he gave your conjoined hands a light squeeze.

"Thank you for this," he'd say as he moves you to a section of the bookstore that is just the two of you. Despite the nerves, you manage a smile and he gave a bright one back. The idea that you did all of this for him. That you faced your fear for him. When you both are back in privacy, he'll happily tell you how much he loves you.

Jester

Jester had grabbed a newspaper for fun and to draw dicks and circle people's names that she thought are silly. She let out a pleased gasp as she read a part of it. "There's a new art museum opening today!"

She was definitely going to visit and promised she'd tell you all about it so you could experience it too in a different way. Instead you looked at her with a nervous smile stating, "Let's go."

Jester constantly peeked over at your expression as she swung your joined hands while you two walked to where the museum is. She filled the air with excited chattering in hopes the noise could help you focus on her and not the fact that you're outside and heading to a place that's likely to be really crowded.

"You know, we can just stay home and I can paint you some pretty pictures," she pipes up as she doesn't want you forcing yourself. But you just look at her without fear in your eyes. Nerves yes, but not an ounce of fear. "I want to do this with you." The brightest smile just grows on her lips as she goes to hug you.

Molly

He continues to stare at you as you hold his hand and walk with him somewhere. You wanted to take him out and didn't tell him where. Molly is definitely curious, but he also is staring to see how you're fairing considering your phobia.

"Nice day out," he'd say as if he actually cared about the weather. He doesn't, but it does cause your focus to shift slightly and he can see the nerves but you give a smile as you state that the weather is perfect for whatever you have planned.

Molly hears the excited chattering and all the different noises before he sees what your plans are. You bring him to a stop and give him a small, "Ta da." and he looks behind you with some surprise as it looks like a carnival came to town.

"Carnivals are kind of overrated," he jokes but it is his way of giving you an out if you need to walk away. This looks like a lot, but you just continue giving him a determined look. Nerves are still on your face, but it's evident you want to do this. He gives a lazy smile at that, "Lead the way, love."

Yasha

You're on a walk with her, taking her to some date you had prepared. She is happy that you're taking her out, but also sending glares to anyone that gets too close. Yasha sees you're having a good day and doesn't want some rando ruining that.

Yasha lets out a small gasp as you take her to a flower shop that has newly opened. There's so many different colors and plants and she immediately wants to take a piece of each for her book.

"There's going to be a lot of people," she states when she focuses back to you. You just give a nervous smile and shake your head. "I can't back out of a date." Yasha gives a smile as she moves to kiss your forehead.

"I love you," she tells you as she holds your hand and leads you inside the crowded flower shop. You can bet she's looking for a lovely bouquet to give you.

[quotidian-oblivion]

My sister and I were talking about the concept of a Hijabi spiderwoman based on this pin.

And honestly? Think of the benefits!

The hijab won't fly off in the wind even out of costume because of the setules that help stick to surfaces. So the hijab wouldn't be ruffled or messed up or anything!

SHE WOULDN'T NEED PINS. NO PINS TO HOLD HER HIJAB TGETHER

Honestly, any hijab style can be tried out. Without the use of pins or complicated folds. (My brain is going brrrr with this I'm going to cry, just imagine, all those pretty tutorials you see and you wouldn't even need to put effort)

Literally no effort putting on a hijab. Just plop a cloth on your head and ta da! Done. No bad hijab days.

She can literally pray. On the ceiling.

She wouldn't even have to wear a mask half the time. She can just use her hijab as a niqab.

She would be more hated by the public though. I wonder if JJJ is islamophobic.

Lemme know if there are other headcannons you have!

[adhdprincess]

I'm just talking to the void I guess, but my dad bought me a nice notebook for christmas and I'm finally using it for WIP #3. Paper thickness is on point. Almost done writing the fic. It's a short oneshot about Tommy and Maria's wittle baby.

Personal stuff below

I've been wondering if my brain is too spicy for this fandom. In my last fandom we were all autistic AF and it felt like a party with group chats, reblog chains, and wild headcannons that spread like wildfire. Maybe that's happening here, but I don't feel connected to the active side of this fandom.

The best outlook is to see this blog as a private island where I throw my own party and have fun by myself, playing with all the characters like little puppets on my fingers. I wiggle my fingers and speak for the characters in my head and then write down the fun stories I come up with. Ta da!!

I feel like the TLOU fandom on Ao3 is far more receptive than on Tumblr when it comes to non-smut/non-BNF accounts. And Ao3 isn't even social media.

I get that this blog is niche, so I'm obviously not gonna socialize as much, but even when I try to start convos with mutuals it feels like I'm carrying the convos. It's just not the same as my last fandom from 2017.

Maybe it's that I had a more popular blog in 2017, so I'm used to people reaching out to me or being receptive if I reach out to them.

I want my BNF treatment back. I was spoiled in my last fandom. Ughhhhh.

K I'm done.

[lucyisonfire]

Personal theories as to the wish that created each of the alternate universes in Fionna and Cake. I am going off the assumption that what Prismo said is true, and that each of his wishes have a monkey's paw effect in each world, and that the one being most affected by this is the original wisher.

Farmworld - We know this one, Finn wished for the Lich never to exist, and a lot of messed up stuff happened.

Ooo - This one's kinda of weird, but this world was created when Jake changed the Liches wish, creating the copy of the original Ooo. This is where the majority of Adventure Time takes place, and it is different to other versions of Ooo.

Winter King world - Hard to say. I like the idea that this world is what happened to the original Ooo. When Finn, Jake and the Lich entered the portal, they never returned to Ooo, and this resulted in some not great things probably happening.

Baby World - No clue. Maybe someone wished they could live forever, so ta-da, you're now a baby forever. No idea who could of made the wish. I do remember someone on the show (Adventure Time) saying something about a baby world, but I don't remember who.

Vampire World - This one's harder to guess at, but I believe that someone wished for Simon to have never put the crown in when he first found it. The most sensible options being Betty and Marceline. Personally I think Marcrline makes more sense in context with what happens in this world, as it kind of connects to her vampirism.

Dead World - This world came about when the Lich wished for the eradication of all life. It's interesting that Prismo's monkey paw still took effect as the Lich was left unsatisfied and empty.

Take all of these as nothing but theory/headcannon, but ai personally like the idea that every universe was created through a wish (with some exceptions).

Bonus dumb thing:

While Prismo is flipping through different realities, Flapjavk is briefly shown and stated to have been around before any other universe. This implies that every other universe is just a permutation of the Flapjack universe, just each world being created through a different wish.

[the-rule-of-beasts]

OK so this is a bit specific but headcanons for scrybes with someone who has to take medication daily? Who has a little trouble remembering to take them? (can be purely platonic) I feel like grimora would be the type to have tea ready for you before you have to take your pills as a way of reminding you and making sure you have something to take them with. The others I dunno tho.

*points at this ask* THIS!! ANON!! ANON YOU'RE A GENIUS!!

As someone who has to take pills daily and often forgets I--- this is amazing and I have no choice but to thank you profusely

Leshy

Perhaps surprisingly, he's really good at reminding you to take your medicine. He's a creature of habit, and he's found that your routine has become HIS routine.

Romantic or not, he makes sure you're up at the right time, he gets you some water, and he just watches as you take them.

He'd set them up for you too, but he's terrified of accidentally fumbling and dropping something or messing up a dosage.

I feel like he'd be a bit to nervous to help you with injections if that was one of your things- he's already terrified enough of hurting you, the idea of stabbing you with a needle doesn't sit very well with him.

But he's happy to be moral support if you need it!!

He's always really curious about your medicine, but he doesn't want to push in case it's a touchy subject for you.

He tries his very best to make sure you have something to eat as well if you need it, though he is still learning what constitutes a good snack for humans. A for effort at least!!

Overall- very gentle about it. He has a habit of treating you like glass, and that'll extend to reminding you to take care of yourself. He isn't above force-feeding you if you ever fight him on it though.

You're taking your medicine, and you're going to LIKE IT

Grimora

Anon, you are absolutely correct about Grimora. She's the kind of person who gets all of your medicine ready for you all nice and tidy with a cup of your favorite tea. She'll usually have something light for you to snack on as long, maybe a biscuit or little slice of cake- maybe a sliced up apple or little bowl of berries. Whatever you like!

She basically has a timer that goes off in her head for when you need to take your medicine, she has never once been late in gently reminding you or just,,, bringing it to you on a cute little platter.

Unlike Leshy, if injections are one of the things you have to deal with, she is more than happy to help you out with those- or just do it for you! She's hardly squeamish, and she's?? Frankly scarily good at it?? Like,, you don't feel a thing when she does them for you, it's spooky

Overall she is also very gentle and sweet about it, and hopefully it isn't my bias showing through but I think she'd be the best with helping you out with that sort of thing.

Also not above forcing you to take your medicine if you fight her on it, though definetly less violent than Leshy. More gentle pestering than like,, the same vibes of making a dog take a pill they don't wanna take.

Magnificus

So the thing about Mags is that he's also?? A bit forgetful?? He's usually got like, twenty other things on his mind at any given time, but!! He does his best!!

I'd like to think he keeps a little journal to keep things straight in his head, so he usually tries to make a note on his schedule to remind you about it. Something like 'make breakfast, study, remind the Challenger to take their medicine'

It's honestly kind of sweet, he does his best to remember the little things, despite how difficult it can be for him.

He isn't the type to set things up for you I don't think, just a gentle reminder and then double checking a little bit later to see if you did remember. It's not that he doesn't trust himself to do it right, it's just that you know the procedure better than he could.

He would also be willing to help you out with injections. He's not quite as good at them as Grimora is, there's still that little pinch and a bit of bleeding, but he still helps! He'd definitely check in with you the whole time and apologize if he hurt you too bad though.

Overall- as good about reminding you as he can be!! He cares enough about you to try and remember to get you to take care of yourself, so that in and of itself is an accomplishment if you ask me!

Wouldn't force you to take your medicine if you refused, though he would sigh and look pretty disappointed. Disappointed Mags isn't the best Mags

P03

He's also surprisingly good at reminding you. But unlike Grimora who has a figurative alarm that goes off on her head, it has a literal alarm that it has set that goes off, out loud, every day, on the dot.

It'll either just sort of look at you, like 'you know what that means, Challenger' or they'll find you, get up real close and flatly go "Take your medicine."

It's effective, I'll say that at least. Though he's certainly lacking in bedside manner.

Once again I cannot stress enough- it isn't for lack of caring! Not at all!! He cares a whole lot- he's just a little BASTARD and they're incapable of showing any proper emotion.

They don't set it up for you, though they'd be lying if they said they hadn't thought about it. It's just the issue of not really having a dexterous hand, so he's worried about dropping or breaking something. Secret sweetheart I tell you!!

He unfortunately won't help you with injections, once again because he just?? Can't really?? He doesn't trust himself enough to allow himself to poke you with anything sharp and potentially breakable. They're happy to lend their support though!!

Surprisingly, he tends to try and make sure that you eat something and get enough water fo you to feel at your best. I feel like he'd maybe even swallow his pride and go to Grimora or someone to get some pre-made food for you to eat.

He genuinely cares about you a lot, he just has a lot of trouble showing it. He'd definitely be one to be fantastic about reminding you, just a little lackluster in the caring aspect. He's trying though!!

He would also be one to force you to take your medicine. He's in the middle of Leshy in Grimora- he's not above a bit of manhandling, but he's not gonna like,, force your mouth open or anything.

Overall a solid 7/10, it's doing its very best

[hhoneyribbons]

Would you write again? I really wanna see it 🥺 A multi characters headcanons for Patrick, William and Casanova kissing reader 🥰 (some neck kisses too if you want 👀)

Williamcasanova 

How the heaths would kiss you / where they like to kiss you

Ahh yay!! Thank you so much for the request I’m still new at doing headcannons but I hope you like it and it pleases ur request sorry if it’s a bit long I had a LOT of fun but yep enjoy, luv y’a . Also if you wanted the three you requested with the reader just let me know and I’ll do that as well <3

ₒ ˚ ° 𐐒𐐚 ° ˚ ₒ ∞ ° 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ₒ ˚ ° 𐐒𐐚 ° ˚ ₒ ∞ ° 𐐪𐑂 ₒₒ ˚ ° 𐐒𐐚 ° ˚ ₒ ∞ °

Patrick Verona

-on ur cheeks, a whole lot, and I mean a lot and uses kisses as a show of love always just abruptly kissing you in a fight or when ur rambling

-" How is that even fair Patrick !! you cant just do whatever you- hmm~ " you ramble and hum out as Patrick shuts you up with a kiss and an " oh but I just did girlie " he'd grin and you'd stomp off only for him to follow and give more kisses

-ur favorite place to kiss him is his hand like while ur holding hands and you hold his hand to ur lips kissing them.

William thatcher

-on ur shoulders or collarbone, most of he loved just to kiss u but ur shoulders being bare would put the knight in a puddle.

-here you sat in the grass enjoying a break from the games William played to please his dreams, him next to you rubbing ur arms happy to see you in a sleeveless gown and placing his warm lips upon ur sunkissed skin " mm my flower ur skin is the best thing my lips have touched so far " he would be in actual bliss, you would roll ur eyes but smile " oh, William so easily falling ~ "

-ur favorite place to kiss him is his forehead you adore the way his soft blond hair tickles ur face making his giving you the most heart-warming smile

Casanova

-one word . n e c k, this playful mystery of a man loves kissing ur neck especially when ur in public loving when ur cheeks turn a rose color.

-you and casanova were walking through the ball with ur mask on and started to dance case all so loved to sway into the night with you, casanova pulls you closer by ur waist giving a wide grin and leans in his lips next to ur ear " darling ur quiet the dancer if I must say mm could barely notice ur feet stepping on my toes with the distraction of ur most wonderful breast" he would kiss below ur ear making a line over ur neck, you in complete shock with a " w-what! c-cassmm" and slap at his chest blushing.. you know where that took you all.

-ur favorite place to kiss casanova is his neck as well and lips, the thought of lips on boned and veiny necks makes you both melt .

Joker

-chest, basically.. boobies ( you asked for it you nasties jk ) he loves seeing his red lipstick stains on ur chest and neck its like branding for him

-you sat at your house waiting for the joker ur friend " ben" just left after you two played cards for almost 4 hours, it was smart to be at ur house no one would think the big bad joker would visit an unnoticed girl in some apartments. 3 more hours passed you were laying on the bed hugging j's pillow as the window balcony opened and the room was filled with a scent of gun powder . " ta-da !! I'm..well home " he knew you had a guy friend over and didn't like that one bit so he moved onto the bed and attacked ur chest and neck biting here and there branding his doll " mm think I wouldn't know? thought daddy was dumb tsk tsk wrong-oo~ " you whined and the night went on.

-ur favorite place to kiss joker are his scars on his lips of course he'll give a growl here and there but deep down he loves it madly .

Note:

Also these are just my opinion nothing set in stone just a reminder ;) thanks for reading !! and yes I had to add joker he’s NEEDED and loved … what can you do when you love a madman hm?

[i-want-to-see-mountains-again]

Ta da! Today is the big day! I made it to 37! And lucky me, today’s prompt for the challenge was Garden🥰🌺🌹🌷🌸🌻💐 Each flower has symbolic meaning.

Thorin: Camellia for yearning. For his homeland, for a better life for his people, for justice, and in my headcannon for his Hobbit lol!

Lily of the Valley for apology. Obviously Thorin’s final moments atop Raven Hill (a healers tent in the book).

Asthers for Royalty.

Bilbo: Pink Roses for sweetness and admiration. Yes our Hobbit is sassy but he can be sweet, the admiration part is for both his admiration for his Dwarrows and theirs for him.

Iris for hope, basically the floral equivalent of his acorn.

Magnolias for peace, for there is nothing a Hobbit wants more than peace and happiness for all those they love.

Both of them: Morning Glories, the official flower of the month of September, so mine, Bilbo and Frodo’s. They symbolize love, life, death and love in vain. I couldn’t make up anything more perfect for Bagginsheild.💙

[2eyedsusan]

Follow the Magic Compass

Encanto fic which seeks to spend more time on individual characters and their powers, as well as the Encanto as a whole. All just my own headcannons, of course. Family fluff and minor romance plot. Its my first fic, so I would appreciate if people give it a read and tell me how I can improve!

Walking through the busy town, it seemed like any other rural village, though cheerier, warmer, somehow. It felt like the kind of place that belonged on a postcard, a retreat from the world too perfect to really be real. Christina looked at her notes, her map and her compass; this was it, whatever it was was somewhere in this happy little town. She was surprised, her compass usually led her to decaying temples, ruins, the occasional natural phenomena like a waterfall or an ancient tree, but this place was full of people, she’d never investigated magic in a place this alive.

It was unusual then, for her to have anyone around to actually interview, to actually ask what was going on, the best experience she had of collecting this kind of evidence was a couple elderly monks, a tour guide, and people in seedy bars telling ghost stories. 

She stopped in the shade of an awning under a home’s balcony, looking into the street, mentally preparing for the conversation, staring straight on at a group of people carrying boxes of vegetables and produce as she rocked back and forth in anticipation. She brushed off her skirts and stared forward, straightening and gripping her bag. Her hands nervously wrung the strap. She took a long breath in. Just as she began to take her first step, a little voice piped up from behind her.

“What are you looking at? And who’re you?”

Christina jumps at the sudden voice, turning so sharply toward it that she slips and falls back onto the ground. She falls with her back into a wooden pillar holding up the balcony, rattling the potted plants and jars above. She looks up dazed for the source of the voice, readjusting her glasses as she does, and finds a pair of brown eyes peering down at her. 

It’s a little girl, probably no older than eight, with light brown hair and bobby pins keeping her hair back. She looks as startled as Christina about her place on the ground.

“Whoa! Are you ok?”

“OH, yeah, don’t worry about it. Ya spooked me, haha.”

“Oh, sorry”

The little girl smiles.

“So? Who’re you? You’re new, right?”

“New?” Christina asks, confused.

“Yeah, new people come here sometimes and join the town, and then they’re part of the Encanto,” She spreads her arms wide in a ‘ta-da’ posture, gesturing at the village.

“Oh you mean am I a tourist,” Christina laughs nervously, “Yes, I’m a researcher, from the university, here to ask some questions.”

The little girl gives her a blank look, “Questions about what? What's a tourist?”

“Questions about...uhhm, how do I put this...wait, you don’t know what a tourist is? In this town? You must get tons of people who visit, don’t you?”

“No, everybody here likes it too much to leave, nobody comes to just visit.” she says sweetly.

“Huh, that's a bit creepy,” She remarks, almost to herself, as an older woman, the girl's mother, appears from the doorway of the balconied building.

“Danielaa, your huevos are done. Oh.” The woman notices Christina on the ground, “Hello there, who might you be?”

Christina struggles to her feet, brushing the dirt from her skirt as she rises and readjusting her glasses.

“Hi, hey, how are ya, I’m Dr. Martinez.” She thrusts her hand out awkwardly for a handshake and smiles a bit too big. 

“Uhh, ok, nice to meet you Dr. Martinez.” The woman shakes her hand, “I’m Ana, Daniela’s mother. Would you like to come in for a café and huevos?” 

“Certainly!” Christina relaxes now, and smiles genuinely. 

Inside the house.

Daniella hops up to the wooden table where a plate of scrambled eggs and tortillas wait for her, digging in immediately as hungry children do.

Ana goes to the stove, cracking some more eggs into a skillet, while Christina shyly lingers just inside the doorway, hands clasped in front of her, gazing around the quaint and homey room. 

“So, where are you from, Doctora?” Ana asks, glancing over her shoulder at the nervous woman and her ravenous offspring, “Mija, use your fork.”

“I’m from the university in Bogotá, I’m here to do some research in town.”

“Ahh, so you’re not the other kind of doctor, that's good, you would have been out of a job in this town.” Ana chuckles.

“Why would that be?” She asks, a confused look on her face.

“Oh, have you not heard yet? This is a magic town, we have a healer who can cure anything with a homemade tortilla or arepa, plus a whole bunch of other magic people, all from the same family, dios mio. They’re a wild bunch, but they keep the town running.” She says, barely looking up from her huevos and twirling her spatula in the air. 

Christina just stares at her, mouth slightly open.

“Beg your pardon? Magic people?”

Ana looks at her now, slight smirk on her face.

“Oh. You’re new new, huh? Is this your first day in the Encanto? Welcome, I didn’t realize.”

“First day? What are you talking about? Magic People??!”

“Sit down, have some coffee, let me explain.”

Cue a peppy song about the villagers who make their way into the Encanto, those who first came with Abuela Alma taking the first verse, describing their joy at having a safe place finally to rest and rebuild. This is followed by another verse with another group of people, who each describe different ways they came to the Encanto. One family describes finding the Encanto after a hurricane destroyed their farm and they had to move. Ana herself explains how she left her village when she was pregnant with Daniela. The song culminates with a verse that explains that people who need safety, community, and shelter are always able to find the Encanto and make a home there. The song ends back with Ana, Daniela, and Christina sitting together at the table, open window letting in light where before there were people singing.

“Huh. So you all just… never leave?”

“Well sometimes people go out to the nearest village to see if there’s any news, mail from family, supplies, but we barely need anything. For the most part though, we stay here, it's a great place to live.”

“I’m done Mamí!” Daniela pipes up, holding out her emptied plate, “Can we go to the market now?”

They walk out of the house, Ana leading Christina and Daniela, when suddenly Daniela spots something in the distance and instantly perks up, shooting out into the street ahead of them. 

“Mija! Don’t run into the street like that! You could get hurt!” Anna calls, but Daniella is already doging between people carrying pails and lumber and donkeys standing or moving to and fro. 

“Mirabell! Mirabell!” She’s shouting, waving her arms at the small figure walking up the street, basket on her arm. She spots Daniella rushing toward her and waves back, crouching down as the little figure approaches her to get scooped into a hug. Ana and Christina join them just a moment later.

“Hey, Dañita, good morning to you too. Good morning Ana. Hello, uhh...” Mirabell says. 

The little girl steps back quickly, clearly almost bursting from excitement. 

“Mirabel, mira, look what I made!” She says, pulling from her back pocket a small fuzzy fabric object. It is pear, no, peanut shaped, with a button face making it look like a little furry snowman. 

“I made my own teddy bear!” She says proudly, holding up her work for Mirabell to see.

Mirabell chuckles softly and takes the bear in her hands. 

“Wow, Dani, this looks really good, nice work.” She rubs the girl's head affectionately, handing back the bear as she does, “Soon you’re gonna be a better seamstress than me.”

She looks up at the two women, focusing on Christina.

“Hello, nice to meet you! I’m Mirabel Madrigal.”

Christina awkwardly thrusts out her hand towards Mirabel.

“Dr. Christina Martinez, department of magical anthropology. You live in a magic house?”

“Haha, that is correct. You’re new to the town, right? You should come up for a visit so my Abuela can welcome you in person. She’s kind of like the mayor here. Plus you can see our magic house,” She smiles. 

“That sounds great! Let’s go now!” Christina beams, taking Mirabel’s arm and turning her around on the path, toward the house. Mirabel looks over her shoulder to smile at Daniela and Ana, giving them a small wave before turning back to the path. 

As Mirabel and Christina make their way up the path, Christina has already gotten out a small notebook, and is rapid fire asking questions and jotting down Mirabel’s responses. She asks things about the Encanto, the Madrigal family, the house, and Mirabel herself, never looking up from her scribbling pen. 

Mirabel answers every question earnestly, with a pleased smile at Christina’s obvious interest.

Suddenly Mirabel stops, a wide grin spreading across her face.

“Well, we’re here.”

Christina looks up for the first time and her jaw drops. The house is lovely, with flowers blooming from every corner and the colors bursting forward, not to mention a literal rainbow seeming to be emerging from thin air in the space just above the house. Even though no one is playing music, the sounds of birds and bustling within the house gives it the vitality of a fiesta. 

“Oh. My. Word.” Christina says, as one of the shutters of the house literally moves itself to wave hello to her. Her book and pen have both fallen limp to her sides.

“Yeah, it is pretty awesome. Come on, I see my abuela, I’ll introduce you,” Mirabel takes Christina’s arm in her hands, dragging her forward, into the inner courtyard of the house.

Abuela Alma is talking to Isabela and examining her newly chopped hair with what can only be described as the grimace of a grandmother who does not love the haircut but does love their grandchild very, very much. Isabela, for her part, is glowing, excitedly talking about how much easier it will be not to get her hair caught on vines and her new collection of cacti. 

Abuela notices Mirabel’s approach and lovingly pats Isabela’s hands before going to meet them.

“Hola y bienvenidos! I see you are taking in the beauty of our miracle,” she says as she comes to put her arm around Mirabel, “I am Alma Madrigal, head of the familia Madrigal. And who might you be?”

Christina hurriedly shoves her notebook into her satchel, wiping the ink from her palms onto her skirts before reaching out to take Alma’s hand.

“Dr. Martinez, Señora, it's an honor. Your village speaks very highly of you and your family.”

“Oh, it’s not my village, doctora,” Alma says with the composure of a woman who has done this hundreds of times, “We are a group of blessed souls who work together to build a better community. And what brings you to our little Encanto?”

“Well Señora, you see I specialize in the study of paranormal, mystical, and magical occurrences and folklore, and I’m, I’m trying to prove that magic is real!”

As she speaks Pepa storms down the stairs, a literal storm following in her wake, with thunder crashing and rain whipping behind her. She is grumbling something about not being able to find her umbrella.

Alma glances as Pepa goes by, then smiles at Christina.

“I believe you have come to the right place.”

“Hola!” Christina says, bursting into the room Pepa is in, causing her to yelp and release a surprised lightning bolt which barely zips by the rims of Christina’s horn-rim glasses. Christina is unphased, and responds to Pepa’s wide-eyed confusion by pressing on.

“I wondered if you’d be willing to do a scientific interview on the nature of your magic. I’m Dr. Martinez, by the way.”

“An interview? Magic? Doctor?” A mist begins to emanate around Pepa, and she looks nervous, “ …I don’t know, it’s not like a test, right? Are you gonna try to stick needles in my arms or show me pictures of ink stains?”

“No, nothing like that! I just want to ask you questions about how your magic works and what you do with it, just so I understand more about how this all works.”

Christina taps from one foot to the other excitedly.

“You’re uh, dancing a little bit there, Doctora. Is this some kind of warm up exercise?”

“Huh? Oh sorry, it's just I’ve never had data like this to collect before. Real magic people, doing amazing magic things, right in front of me!”

Pepa looks a bit flattered at this, and a vague few rays of light and warmth begin to cut through the fog around her. 

“Well, I suppose I can chat for a bit. What would you like to know about the amazing Pepa Madrigal?”

“What’s the radius of storms you can make? Can you make things at will or is it all emotions based? How does intensity of emotion affect intensity of weather? Can you make different weather types in different places, for example sunny over one house, but raining on the next? Ooh, are you able to control temperature as well as weather?”

“Okay, okay, okay, hold on,” Pepa says, throwing up her hands in a defensive gesture and taking a step back, “One question at a time, please.”

She pauses, thinking for a moment. 

“When I’m nervous, it gets windy, and when I am sad, it rains. When I’m angry it's a hot storm, with lightning and thunder, and warm rain. When I am frightened it is a cold storm, icy rain. If I am calm, it is maybe a bit sunny, and if I am joyful, it is bright and warm.”

“Amazing, so many outcomes!” She says, already scribbling in her notebook, “and these feelings, they must combine and create new weather formations, sí?”

“Oh yes, all the time,” Pepa chuckles, “In completely unpredictable combinations. Sometimes I make a hurricane just because I haven’t had my morning café. But you get used to it.”

“Was it hard, getting used to it? How did you deal with unpredictable weather when you were young? I’m sure childhood tantrums had to be a major problem, did it ever cause any danger?”

Misty gray clouds again begin to form over Pepa’s head, her eyes looking away, as if in an uncomfortable memory.

“Ah, well… you know, childhood accidents do happen, you know?”

The scene begins to shift to childhood Pepa as a song about different moments in Pepa’s childhood begins to appear. Pepa recounts how, at six, she accidentally electrocuted a tree, causing a branch to fall and crush the slide she and a boy had been arguing over. [Everyone was fine, in the end, todo eres bien, its all ok, so don’t bring it up again, you’ll just upset me] becomes the chorus of the song, as Pepa emphasizes after each incident of a boy not liking her back, resulting in a tornado, or a horse getting a hurt leg, causing Pepa to start a flood (Julieta cured him), each moment leading to the chorus [Everyone was fine, in the end, todo eres bien, its all ok, so don’t bring it up again, you’ll just upset me] her placing specific importance on no one getting hurt. 

At the end of her song, Christina is looking concernedly at Pepa, who is full on thunderstorming, with heavy rain and winds blowing her hair around.

“That still must have been very frightening, all those near misses. It would wear on anyone’s nerves.”

“What do you mean? My nerves are fine!” Pepa storms, literally, thunder cracking on the word fine.

As if on cue, Felix bursts in the room and sweeps Pepa into his arms, umbrella in tow.

“I have a way of knowing when my wife is upset,” he says in response to Christina’s confused stare. “I generally follow the trail of water and sound of thunder,” he says quieter, just to Christina. “Come on, mi vida, let’s make you some tea.”

He begins to lead Pepa from the room, her still clearly bothered but beginning to relax. Christina waves as they go.

“Thank you for the interview, it was very helpful!” she calls. Pepa gives one final crackle of thunder as she goes out the door. 

As she’s exploring the rest of Casa Madrigal, Christina discovers the kitchen, where a woman and a teenage boy are chatting while the woman makes obleas with what looks to be mango filling. The boy is sitting on the counter watching the woman work. Suddenly he switches to a figure of another man and makes a funny face, to which the woman laughs, then he switches back and laughs with her. Christina’s eyes widen in curiosity.

“Excuse me, I’m Dr. Martinez, I’m studying your family’s magic, do you mind if I interview you?”

The boy gives a look to the woman next to him, who gives a smile and a shrug, before going back to her work. The boy smirks and looks back to Christina.

“Sure, why not? I’ve always got time to talk about myself. Camilo Madrigal, at your service,” He lightly jumps off the counter and takes a bow, “What do you want to know?”

“Hmm, well, your ability is shapeshifting, correct? I suppose…”

“Not quite. Impersonations.”

“Hmm?” She says, looking up from her notebook.

“I can be anyone I see, but I can’t be anything, exactly..,” He explains, quickly turning into both Christina and the woman in the kitchen before rubbing the back of his head and continuing, “It’s kind of hard to explain. If I have the energy, I can also add some flare.”

“Flare?”

Camilo raises a finger as if to say, observe, before dramatically sweeping his arms and becoming another version of the woman next to him, now complete with a white dress, angel wings, and a halo actually shining light.

“Aww, that's sweet Camilo, gracias.” The woman says, still working on her cookies.

“Impressive!” Christina notes, jotting down illusion and mimicry in her notes. “And, do you have to see someone in person before becoming them? Could you do this with a picture, or even, imagine the way someone looks and create a new face?”

Camilo changes back from his angelic aunt into himself again, looking perplexed.

“Make someone up I don’t even know? Huh, like my own character, like a disguise. I could try.”

He looks off into the distance in concentration, gradually he becomes a few inches taller, his hair lengthens, a dress begins to form, but he stops, and reverts back to himself.

“Wait, that's just Isabela, hold on.”

He begins to focus again, becoming shorter now, hunched over like an old man, his facial features phasing into a different face, skin becoming wrinkled and nose growing larger. Suddenly, a man in a nicely fitted vest and collared shirt strides through the door, immediately slipping to the floor, creating a loud crash and startling Camilo back to himself, almost. The large wrinkled nose Camilo had been focusing on remained on his face, despite the rest of his body being back to normal. 

The woman first goes to help up the man, giving him a cookie which instantaneously heals the goose egg beginning to form on his forehead. 

After a moment, all eyes go to Camilo, who looks back at them with confusion, before catching sight of himself in the reflection of a pan helpfully lowered by Casita. 

His eyes go wide with shock and horror. He grabs his nose with his hand. He seems to try for a moment to physically push his nose back into the right shape, but it doesn’t budge. He pulls his ruana up to his eyes and turns to Christina.

“Well, uhh, this has been great but I gotta go!”

And with that he rushes from the room, still holding his ruana in place.

The woman hurries to follow him with a plate of the fresh cookies.

“Camilo, cariño, slow down, maybe a cookie will fix it!”

The man, now sitting in a chair, looks to Christina, as if to ask, “What just happened?”

“Drat,” Christina says, “I wanted to ask him how the clothes changed too, I wonder if that's part of his magic.”

The next person Christina approaches is a tall woman with dumbbells hemmed on her skirt. She walks up behind the woman, wondering what her magical ability is when the girl heaves a stray donkey onto her shoulder as though it were a housecat. 

[Oh] Christina thinks. 

“Hello, there! I take it you are a Madrigal?” 

Luisa turns, swinging the donkey as she does so that Christina has to duck to avoid being hit by the hindparts of a donkey. 

“Oh, I didn’t see you there. Heh, what gave it away?” She says, giving a winning grin. 

“Well it's not everyday you see a mule scooped up and put on your shoulder, magically strong, I’m guessing?”

“That's right,” Luisa smiles, before beginning to turn to finish her chores.

“Oh! Do you mind if I ask you a few research questions about your abilities? I’m a scientist!” She calls, jogging to keep up with Luisa’s long stride.

“I’ll talk with you, if you like, but you’ll have to keep up with me. I'm trying to finish early today.”

“ No problem!” Christina says, puffing slightly as she keeps pace with Luisa ``Well, I’ll try to ask questions to the point then; what are the limits to your strength?”

“No limit,” Luisa says, leaning to pick up a large tree branch which had fallen into the path and launching it into the brush, “I can always lift, or run, or hold something just as long as I need to.”

“Hmm, just as long as you need? Or as long as you want?”

Luisa stops and turns to her, a confused expression on her face, “What do you mean?”

“Have you ever tested, for example, how far you can run or how much you can lift, just because you wanted to see what you can do?”

“No, I’ve always just been able to lift or do what I was told to do. I guess I don’t know if I have limits, I’ve always just been able to do whatever I needed.”

“Hmm, ok, I’ll put an unknown slash not applicable then. There’s another question I have about the nature of super strength, though.”

“Umm, ok. Go for it.”

“Did your perception of things change, once you got your strength?”

“What do you mean?”

"For example, can you tell the lightness of objects apart, or is anything below donkey weight just insignificant? Has your perception of how heavy or how light things are shifted, how heavy does something have to be for you to perceive it as heavy? Or does everything feel the same as it always did, only now you have a much higher threshold? If you had to, do you think you could tell the difference between a rock and an apple of the same size, or would they feel the same? Do you think you would even know if your perception of weight had changed?”

“Uhhhm,” Luisa sets the donkey in the pen with the others, earning a ‘thank you’ from a nearby villager. She has a faraway expression on her face, as if she is thinking. She picks up a small rock in the palm of her hand and tosses it up and down, feeling it. 

“I’m gonna head home for the day. I wanna go lie down and think for a while.”

“Oh, alright. Well let me know if you have any more answers about your power for me!” Christina calls, but Luisa is already walking slowly back up the path, still looking at the little rock in her palm. 

After spending the day bumping into and questioning various Madrigals, Christina stops in the main courtyard to review her notes, when she sees someone low to the ground quickly dart from one pillar to the other side of the room, almost silently.

“Hi, I can see you there,” Christina says playfully at the short man attempting to sneak behind a potted plant to the nearest doorway. “Wha- oh, um, I, I wasn’t leaving… I was only going to get one of the Madrigals for you!” He stammered, coming into the light where Christina could see him. The first thing she noticed were his tired puppy dog eyes which shifted around the room as though guilty.

“Oh, I thought perhaps you were one of the Madrigals,” She queried, “are you just a family friend, or…?”

“Nope!” He says, a little too forced and loud. He mumbles something that sounds like ‘I’m committing to this. Why am I committing to this?’

 “With this crazy family, no way, haha. I’m uhh, I’m just their, umm...,” he notices Luisa walking by the window carrying a pallet of lumber and some nails, “handyman. For keeping up the house, yanno, and maintaining...things” 

He trails off as he notices Casita literally using it’s tiles to move a broom around the conversing pair, literally maintaining itself. 

Christina looks from the broom up to the man, confusion plain on her face, “You must have your work cut out for you. Well, anyway, I’m Dr. Martinez, but you can just call me Christina.”

She pushes up her glasses and extends her hand. The man, who had been hunched, especially so with the awkward circumstance, perks up at the friendly greeting, giving a shy smile. He raises his hand to hers and takes it.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Bru-”

A rat runs the length of Bruno’s shoulder down his arm and onto Christina’s hand, Bruno’s eyes go wide with shock as he quickly snatches the rat, and his hand, back.

“Gabriela, no!” He scolds the rat as she sits in the palm of his hand, looking up at his face, only a few inches from the little furry creature, who shows no remorse at all. His concentration is broken by the squeal of Christina.

“I’m so sorry about that, she-she’s not well trained and-”

“She’s adorable!” Christina exclaims, rushing and lifting the rat from his palm to her cupped hands, “Her wittle ears are just perfect!”

Bruno looks rather stunned, no one ever responds to his rats so warmly. 

“Hold on, hold on, I’ve got the perfect thing,” she says, placing the rat on her shoulder before reaching into her satchel to retrieve a well-worn notebook, and quickly ripping off a thin piece of fabric. She turns around and leans slightly over to hide her work before spinning and  looking up proudly, holding out a miniature origami hat. She then gently takes the rat back into her hand to bestow the little crown onto Gabriela’s fuzzy head, the rat squeaking in what seems to be approval. 

“You made a hat… for my rat. A rat hat.” Bruno is lost for words, staring blankly at the beaming woman. 

“I used to do it back home all the time for the rats at the university!” She says, scratching Gabriela’s chin. 

They are interrupted by the sounds of children scuffling in the door, as Camilo and Antonio enter the house, one chasing after the other atop a jaguar. 

“Hey Tío Bruno, hey nosy lady” Camilo says, deftly dodging the jaguar’s swipes and pounces with the air of someone who regularly defends against mild jaguar attacks. 

“Shouldn’t I be calling you the nosy one?” Christina retorts, causing Camilo to give her a scandalized look.

In this momentary loss of focus, however, Camilo is pounced on by the jaguar, knocking him onto his back, a pillow conveniently escorted by Casita under his head. 

The big cat sits gracefully on Camilos chest peering down into his face, with a look that is not ferocious or aggressive, but the look of a house cat who knows it’s just won a game. From the cat’s shoulders, Antonio leans down to place one delicate tap on Camilo’s nose.

“Tag, you’re it.”

And just like that, the cat leaps away, up onto the second balcony of the house, and out of sight. 

Camilo sits up with a laugh, “Thanks a lot Tío, I am never gonna catch him now.” 

With that he hops up, puts his hands in his pockets, and walks further into the house in the general direction Antonio went.

“Uhhh, he meant Tío in the familiar sense, because, um, I’m so much like family, you know…?” he trails off into an awkward laugh, barely muttering to himself questioning why he is saying what he’s saying. “Um anyway, what brings you by the house, you’ve been writing in that notebook since you got here. Are you like, an inspector? Are there people who inspect houses like Casita?”

“I’m inspecting it in a way, I’m trying to research and study the source and nature of magic, scientifically.”

“Wow, that’s amazing! I didn’t even know that was a thing!”

“Well it’s not, really, yet, exactly,” Christina says, putting Gabriela back into Bruno’s palm, “I’m trying to get it recognized as a legitimate study, though. Your encanto is the first real proof I’ve found.”

“If there wasn’t any proof and nobody believes in it, why did you want to study magic?”

Christina looks away for a moment, as if considering something.

“I’ll tell you, but you can’t be skeptical and you can’t call me crazy, okay?”

“Why would I… I would never!”

“Ok good, look at this,” She says, pulling a worn compass out of her bag.

Bruno looks from her, to the compass, back again, seeming not to know what to do.

“Oh, uhh, very nice. Yeah, I’ve seen one of these before.”

“Not like this one. This compass doesn’t actually point north, south, east or west, it points towards magic,” she says, reverently holding the compass, “I’ve seen it turn out of nowhere, just to point to something amazing, small acts of magic, like a bird learning to fly. One time it led me to a litter of kittens, another time I followed it and found 2000 pesos for ice cream. And it led me here, so clearly it's working. It’s the only real magical thing my mother gave me.”

“What do you mean, ‘real magical thing?’”

“Oh, my mother was a palm reader. She had a little shop where she would sell charms and ‘read people their future.’ I always believed in it but turns out it was mostly smoke and mirrors and a way to make money. I was really disappointed when I found out, but at least I have the compass.”

“Man, fortune tellers, am I right?” Bruno chuckles nervously, looking as though he is going to pass out, “How dumb hahaha…”

Christina looks up at him, a bit confused.

“Anyway! So the compass, it always points out magic. It must be going crazy in Casita, where’s it pointing now?”

Christina looks down at the compass for a moment.

“Actually it’s pointing right at you.”

They pause, looking at one another.

“Heh, well-well that can’t be right because I am absolutely not magic, nope. I am run-of-the-mill. Maybe it’s on the fritz today.” Bruno says as he looks away nervously.

Christina’s eyes narrow slightly.

“Are you saying it doesn’t work?” 

Bruno looks back at her, realizing his mistake.

“No, no, that’s not what I meant, I-”

”Because it does work. And it IS magic. And I am NOT crazy. And I AM going to prove it.”

She turns on her heel and begins to fume away. Bruno follows behind her, trying to apologize.

“Wait, wait, I’m sorry, lo siento, that’s not what I- ”

Mirabel appears from one of the rooms on the top floor and calls Christina, not seeing her uncle.

“Oh hey, Dr. Martinez! My abuela wanted to know if you would like to stay for dinner tonight! Oh, hola, tío.”

Christina looks from Mirabel, back to Bruno, who is a couple steps behind her.

“Tío?”

“Uhhh…she just means it because I’m so familiar…as a family…friend…hahaha.”

Mirabel looks confused.

“Tío Bruno, what are you talking about?”

“I’d love to come to dinner, thank you, Mirabel. I’ll see you,” she looks pointedly in Bruno’s direction, “and your uncle there.”

She turns to leave the house, Bruno and Mirabel standing together in front of the stairs. Gabriela gives a squeaky ‘tsk, tsk” sound from Bruno’s shoulder.

“Oh leave me alone, will you?” Bruno says to the little rat.

“What the heck did I do?” Mirabel responds.

[the-slasher-files]

Hi there!! I recently got back into the slasher fandom, and I was hoping to make a request? :")) I really, really love your writing!! ♡♡ I am absolutely in love with Jason and Michael, and was wondering if you could do one where the slashers s/o is very fragile? Like medically fragile, gets hurt easily. I was curious how they would be with a s/o like that.

awww thank you!!! and Welcome Back! I just felt like doing some headcannons so I hope that’s ok... hope you enjoy 🔪💕

MASTERLIST

MICHAEL AND JASON WITH A FRAGILE S/O 

JASON VOORHEES

He immediately notices and now you’ve unlocked helicopter momma Jason

Now he is going to be watching you absolutely every moment of the day and making sure you are breathing fully in and out at night

When you go for walks you will notice the forest floor looking spotless, like if someone took a vacuum to a carpet, no twigs, no roots, no rocks... wonder who did that???

Jason just wants to hold you constantly and carry you everywhere so you don't fall, you are now his little backpack

Getting up one morning Jason was gone, and you looked at the floor, ta-da! there is a brand new pair of hiking boots, your size, mostly clean but with a little blood on them. He will make you wear them everywhere outside the cabin so your ankles are supported and you can walk over the rocky paths  

Absolutely no walking by the lake unless he has an extremely strong grip on your hand... rip to your hand, it might be broken

If you’re sick the man will never leave your side, he is happy to be a butler for you

Rubbing your back, holding you, getting your meds, placing a hot water bottle on you, trying to make you tea, etc.

If Jason hears you sniffle he will go full on owl eyes, making you stop whatever you’re doing and making sure it is just a sniffle and nothing more

Honestly he is going to be annoying lol... way too protective but it’s just because he loves you and he cannot talk

If you fall or scrape your knee the man will literally try to kiss it better and wrap it up just like his momma would

He is a good boy and will always remind you to take your vitamins to make sure you stay healthy

Jason loves you but he can be a bit much

MICHAEL MYERS

He is going to be a terrible partner for this.. sorry.. it’s just not in his nature... defiantly the complete opposite of Jason

Falling in front of him he might try to catch you but there is a high chance he won’t.. he might laugh at you honestly and just step over you

At first he will be like bitch what’s wrong with you!!!???? but also makes him a lil horny because he can feel your fragility under his hands.. sorry he suffers from chronic horniness :/

To be honest he is going to prey on your fragility, sorry but he is a sadist

If you are sick he is just going yeet the medical bag at you, containing meds, gauze, band-aids, disinfectant, vitamins, whatever you could ever need for either a deep wound or just a cold

He will start to collect medical supplies or medicine for you, leaving it on the nightstand when you wake up

Also he will let you literally use his sleeves as tissue, man doesn’t care what gets on his coveralls

If you come home a little scraped up and he sees the blood it will be full-on rage murder mc mike, who hurt you?! tell me! I will make them suffer! even though you probably just tripped on some stairs

Over time he will become slightly more gentle with you, and might even clean up the house in case you trip on something or hurt yourself

It might take some time but he will hold you if you feel like shit and rub your back slowly, trying to be comforting

Instead of leaving his blade around wherever he pleased, he actually will start to put it away so you cant accidentally hurt yourself

[bittersweetmorality]

Relationship HC’s: Itadori Yuuji ! <3 [x gender neutral reader]

A/N: hi!!! my name is nina and this is the first post i’m making on my blog ! i wrote headcannons for Yuuji, Megumi and Gojo, which will all be posted back to back! for every character, i included songs that remind me of them, and just songs that make me think of the kind of relationship you’d have with them! i hope you enjoy!

Warnings: none! just a lot of fluff

WC: approx. 1,300 !

Itadori Yuuji

(song: Sunflower Vol. 6 , Upside Down by Jack Johnson , Hey Lover! by Wabie , The Muffin Song by ASDFMovie I’M SO SORRY-)

- oh man... it’s just chaos

- especially towards the beginning of the relationship

- he’s super flustered, but is also trying to impress you

- he doesn’t go out of his way to impress you at first, but he gives the subtle flex of his biceps and does an over-the-top move during a sparring match.

- usually, this ends with him being decked to the ground because he wasn’t paying attention, but the spirit is obviously there 🥺

- you’re his first relationship... and it’s obvious he doesn’t have experience.

- he’s clingy and a bit childish at times, but that doesn’t mean he goes over the top. ever. he has a lot of energy and says a lot of things without thinking which can cause him to be categorized as being childish.

- but regardless he’s always trying to get better and improve; he’s a fast learner. he’s just a little stupid sometimes

- i know he said he likes women like jennifer lawrence... don’t worry y’all he’s just very straight. he doesn’t mean it <3

- anyway, back to him being clingy.

- at first when it came to kisses and cuddles, he was shy. like... really shy

- he’ll be the one to initiate everything when he gets comfortable with the idea, but when he’s used to it all, get ready for CONSTANT kisses and cuddles

- he isn’t super full-on with his PDA at all, but not because he’s embarrassed or doesn’t want to show you off

- (because he definitely does)

- it’s just that his idea of PDA is him holding your hand and swinging it back and forth as you walk down the street; him giving you back hugs randomly throughout the day, and little kisses on your temple

- just not like full-on making out in the middle of the room in front of everyone. oh no not at all

- basically he loves the fun things! and everything about a relationship with him is fun

- he’s the type to want to take you to a new place for every date. you name it, (or don’t, he can and will surprise you) and he’ll take you there no questions asked

- he wants to explore every corner of the earth, and the fact that it’s with you just adds to the fun that much more. soon after, he won’t want to explore any new places without you holding his hand through the experience.

- he loves the way you both react the same way; eyes lighting up and the grip on your intertwined hands tightening every time you get off the train and arrive at your destination.

- you’re just his second half 🥺

- his love language is definitely through touch and his random gestures. random gestures such as taking you to a garden because, “there’s a statue that looked just like you.” and when you finally made it, it’s a statue of a dead poet from 100 years ago.

- “yuuji, are you trying to tell me i’m old and ugly or something?”

- “WHAT? NO! you’re just smart and he looks really smart.”

- “...did we come here just so you could tell me that?”

- “...maybe.”

- he buys you sweets to make up for being an idiot again

- yuuji just wants someone who’s patient with him, someone who doesn’t get moody every time he messes up which is a lot

- he’s really grateful for you being so patient with him. he’s really trying!

- ANYWAY ! now for cuddling yuuji

- soft. soft....... sawft.......

- he likes cuddling only in your bed or on the couch. and yes. your bed only.

- he also always cuddles with his shirt off because he “gets too warm”

- this is the time where he just talks your ear off about his day. if you paid close attention sometimes it doesn’t even make any sense

- you usually zone out a few minutes in. you can’t help it, and he doesn’t blame you. you just mindlessly nod in agreement, or shake your head in disapproval occasionally as you comb your fingers through his hair, looking up at him while lying on his chest

- he loves it so much

- and he’s the big spoon. always.

- MOVING AWN

- he doesn’t consider hanging out as dates; he considers the time you share in the comfort of your home as the baseline of your relationship.

- basically, he wants to be around you 24/7 like i said, he’s clingy but it’s cute 🥺

- and when you’re sad he comforts you so well 🥺 like he doesn’t want to work out the problem he just wants to make sure you feel better

- he holds you close, letting you lie on his chest while he tells you that it wasn’t your fault

- “yeah well, they’re stupid for how they treated you, yaknow. if you want i can beat th-“

- “please don’t kill them, yuuji.”

- kisses with him are super playful; he obviously thinks they’re all fun. they’re not super deep, but they’re loving in a really playful way.

- it’s obvious he loves playful kisses when about 70% of them occur when he has your cheeks squished in one hand while he gives you dozens of pecks all over your lips

- but anyway he’ll also suggests baking with you during your hangouts........please tread lightly

- you might get some bomb ass cookies or your entire kitchen will be burnt down. don’t let your guard down for a SECOND.

- definitely goes through all of the kitchen utensils you own guessing what each of their uses are

- and he’s wrong about 90% of the time

- he thought the garlic press was for shredding cheese

- “okay, okay walk me through your thinking again, yuuji.”

- “well, if you put a block of cheese in here and squeeze, it’s going to be shredded, right?”

- “....sure.”

- as long as you can laugh with him and not at him he’s a-okay with you pointing out his mistakes

- explain it to him!!! he just wants to know and learn!! bby

- in conclusion, very fun and chaotic. never a dull moment with him. he loves you whole-heartedly and WILL show it with everything he does.

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you seemed to find a way to trip over everything you possible could as you exited the train station. one of yuuji’s hand found purchase on your waist, holding you steady while the other rested over your eyes.

“okay, okay, c’mon babe. we’re almost there.” he urged, subtly trying to push you forward.

“yuuji, can you take your hands off of my eyes now? i’ve ran into about five people now.” you sigh as you stumble on the cement between your feet.

“hold on, hold on. we’re almost... there... and...” he giggled before removing his hands with a flourish. “TA-DA!!”

your eyes fluttered open, squinting to adjust to the bright lights of the city.

“you said you’ve never been to tokyo, so i had to bring you.” he was grinning ear to ear. he was practically vibrating where he stood, eager to hear your response to his surprise.

“yuuji... i...” you looked around, the more the lights of the buildings stared back down at you, the more of those butterflies in the pit of your stomach ignited with excitement.

“what? is something wrong? why aren’t you saying anything?” his head cocked to the side in confusion.

“i love it yuuji. thank you so much.” you giggled.

his face shifted into an obvious state of content, gingerly grabbing your hand as he began skipping down the pavement and into your next adventure together.

[prinxlyart]

I will say, I am hungry again and I have a few ask for your Willumity/Vinira headcannons. HOWEVER to be fair to you. This time I will restrain myself and simply ask for you to share any headcanons you want to share as of now!

You can ALWAYS ask for more Willumity.

A L W A Y S

But!! Since you’ve given me free reign to just play in this sandbox, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do

We all agree that Luz is hella ADHD. This girl will talk for HOURS about the shit she likes. If something grabs her attention, she wants to know everything about it. She doesn’t like being told to do things, but she loves being asked to do things. For example: if someone tells her she needs to do a thing her brain will immediately click into the “No” position and will refuse to budge. If someone asks her to do something, her brain clicks to “help? I can help? I can help with a thing for this person? Yes! I’ll help this person with this task because it will make them happy! Yes! I can help!” This is why acts of service resonate so strongly with her.

I don’t know what mental diversity looks like on the Boiling Isles considering how just. Horror-based everything is? But I’m 100% on that autistic Amity train. She has to do things a Certain Way or she’ll teeter on the edge of a meltdown. She refuses to touch/eat certain textures. She usually doesn’t know what the appropriate response/reaction is to a given conversation, especially with her socialite friends, which is why she just remains a cool mask of indifference. She’ll inspect every detail of anything that’s handed to her. She’s incredibly smart, but doesn’t always know how to convey what she knows and understands into words other people can understand. The only people allowed in her personal space are her siblings. Eventually that also stems to Luz and Willow, maybe more as she grows more comfortable with herself? But usually anyone getting in her space is overwhelming and alarming. Defo has a hard time regulating/processing her emotions.

I need to make an entire post dedicated to Augustus Porter because my boy deserves it, but I’ll toss some random things here. He has a signed poster from the head of the Illusionist Coven framed on his bedroom wall. He and his dad have bi-weekly after-dinner standup comedy sessions with each other (Perry has kept a secret journal of all of Gus’s best jokes he’s done over the years that he reads whenever he needs a pick-me-up).

Perry and Eda knew each other in school in passing. Their social circles overlapped but they were never hanging out in the same groups. When Gus is very little (like, maybe 3 or 4?), Perry takes him to the market to just wander around and they find Eda’s Human Collectibles Stand. She and Perry catch up, he introduces her to his son, and Eda (ever the saleswoman) pulls out some shiny human thing that Gus is immediately taken with. In between her and Perry catching up, Gus asks her a million questions about the thing he’s been given and then even more questions about other stuff at her stand. She actually finds it really fun to show off her human shit to someone so enthralled by it. She makes some stuff up here and there just to mess with him, but he’s too young to realize it’s a joke or not true, and takes everything at face value. We all know Eda likes to get a little theatrical with her sales pitches; she does the Salesperson act with everything Gus asks her about. She lets Gus take a couple items home just because he was such a riot and Perry insists he pay for something, but Eda just waves them off and tells him that this is just an investment in a lifelong customer. She had no idea how right she was because Gus defo became obsessed with human culture from that point on. He also picked up on Eda’s super theatrical sales pitches (because he thought it was funny and because he thought that’s just how you’re supposed to show human stuff to people) and began showing off his own “human collectibles museum” to his dad with the same theatrical voice. Perry plays along with this too (as a news anchor he’s got a great announcer voice) and ta-da! That’s how we get the boy we all know and love today. It’s 100% Eda’s fault, but Perry definitely encouraged it because it made his son so happy. That’s also why Gus doesn’t seem especially perturbed at meeting Eda for the first time in ep 3. Or for interjecting his new Human Knowledge in the moment she was patting Luz’s head. He’s used to having conversations with her about human junk whenever she has her stand up. Eda’s secretly relieved that one of Luz’s new friends is actually someone she kinda knows. It’s Perry’s kid, and Perry’s a good guy. His little squirt seems to be growing up to be pretty good too.

Eda scoffs at “nerdy” shit as if she hasn’t owned the Clawthorne Braincell her entire life. “She worked twice as hard” “-that just made me work harder than you!”. Eda’s extremely smart and extremely talented. She likely created the secret room of shortcuts entirely on her own. She probably studied in the school library constantly, but under the guise of causing mischief. And like. She probably did both. She was a potions track kid so she probably knew all the best ways to make stink bombs that she could leave hidden in the shelves. She hated school because she was so limited and stifled; she only wanted to learn magic and was told no at every turn. So when she learned magic on her own, yknow, without the guidance of a teacher, there’s bound to be some major fuck ups. Once she’s fine-tuned her mistakes though, she absolutely turns them into pranks. You say I’m not allowed to study multiple tracks, bumpikins?? Well how’s THIS!!! How’s THAT for focus??? (Half of her pranks were also just her showing off and desperately hoping to prove that she could learn any type of magic and couldn’t be constrained to just the one. Bump recognized this of course, but he had strict guidelines to follow and no Luz Noceda to call him out for it.)

Camila treasures her daughter more than life itself. I personally refuse to headcanon anything to do with her extended family or why she’s a single parent (too many variables and options that could be addressed in the show), but I do know that she loves Luz more than anything. It’s exhausting being a single mom, working as a nurse, and trying to be there for her ADHD daughter when the rest of the world doesn’t seem to want her. It hurts her so much to see her baby, the light of her life, her Luz, be brushed aside and written off as “the weirdo”, or bullied, or even outright hated by some people just because she’s a little different. She’s had to have some words with the school staff for how they treat her on occasion. Did you see that Principal’s death glare in the first ep?? He hates her. Camila’s there not just because she’s Luz’s parent, but also to act as a barrier between the principal and Luz. She would move Heaven and Earth for Luz, but it can be a lot when you’re the only adult around. I truly believe she wanted Luz to go to that camp to learn how to be friends with kids that didn’t already know her or her quirks. Even she sounded unsure of what they would do at that camp, but she had full faith that this would be Luz’s opportunity to make friends with other kids that could teach her to like....more mainstream stuff. So she could learn how to mimic their (hopefully, toned down) behaviors. She just wants her baby to be accepted by others.

This next one’s a doozy so hold on to your butts

Lilith is technically smart. And I mean that in a literal sense - she can read and understand the fundamentals of magic, the concepts and execution of complex spells, recite entire chapters of Boiling Isles history, you name it. Many adults in her youth called her gifted because of it. All she actually did was absorb the information and regurgitate it when asked. She thrived on the praise she received. What made her different from her sister is that she never wanted anything more than to do as she was told. Her biggest goal? Her dream job? Was to just be given orders by the Emperor. I’m sure there’s all sorts of flowery propaganda surrounding that, advertising how incredible it is to be in the Emperor’s Coven, what an honor it is to work alongside the witch that can speak to the Titan. But it’s literally just. Taking orders. And knowing you’re somehow better than everyone else because you’ve been selected to be among the elite. She never strived for anything more; she never wanted to do anything else but enforce the Emperor’s will because that was “the highest honor” a witch could have. As a result (or in conjunction rather) she lacks literally any amount of foresight. There’s only one braincell in the Clawthorne Family and her sister has it because this dumbass doesn’t think about anyone but herself. Instead of talking with Eda about what they should do when they were told there was only one spot left in the Emperor’s Coven, she walked away. Only thinking of how she could secure her victory. She didn’t ask Eda how she felt about the situation, she didn’t let Eda speak her mind about what her own desires were; Eda made it clear enough that she just wanted to be by Lilith’s side, she didn’t care what that meant. She just wanted to be with her big sister. Eda tried to reach out to her to discuss their cirumstances, but Lilith just walked away like the broody, self-centered teenager that she was and resolved to cheat her way to victory. When Eda knew this was her dream. Why would she think Eda would take away her dream???? She could’ve asked Eda to throw the duel? She could’ve asked her to fake the match? Or even fake sick? Or just not even shown up! If she didn’t show up it could’ve counted as a forfeit and Lilith would’ve earned the spot by default! But no, she had to ruin her sister’s entire life in an act of cowardice and dishonor because she’s so full of herself and didn’t read the fine print. She loves her sister, of course she does, but she’s so self-absorbed that she’s never seen Eda for who she actually is and wasted both of their lives as a result. And this is all just analysis of her character and that flashback, this isn’t even headcanons. I think if she has any amount of respect for her sister (she doesn’t), her redemption will have to go far far beyond an apology and taking on half the curse. When I say Lilith is a dumbass, this is specifically what I mean. She doesn’t think about how her actions will affect those around her. She was the Head of the Emperor’s Coven, literally one of the most powerful positions she could possibly be in on the Boiling Isles and still sacrificed Amity’s dignity and years of hard work just so she could be ensured that she could one-up her sister. She did this in front of everyone in attendance of that Witches Duel. She risked Amity’s credibility as a witch, as a Blight, and as a person just to fuel her own ego. It’s no wonder Amity was so upset; the witch she’s been idolizing her whole life didn’t think she had what it took to best a human that couldn’t do magic in a witches duel. That can fuck up your self esteem something fierce. And Lilith hardly seemed to give a shit!!!! She didn’t care that she just trashed Amity’s reputation in front of dozens of spectators!!!! I’m v bitter about Lilith as a character in case you couldn’t tell.

If I had to throw a headcanon in, I’ll toss one in that sterling and I have discussed: Lilith literally doesn’t know how to live her life as an independent adult. Sure, she knows how to like. Make herself some easy dinners? But that’s literally only because she used to make herself and Eda dinners when they were kids. Beyond that, she has no fucking idea. She can do the basic household chores any teenager knows how to do, but she’s lived in the Emperor’s Castle with the rest of the Coven since she joined. It’s kind of like living in a college dorm; food and a room is provided, there’s maybe a laundry service, she’s never had to pay taxes in her life (not that Eda does, but yknow). The only things she buys for herself (if she doesn’t make it herself) is her hair dye and books. When she first moves in to the Owl House, she has no idea how the household chores are done. She’s on House Cleaning Duty Eternally and the first......I’ll say year. Eda will wake her up by banging pots and pans over her head once every month and scream-singing about how it’s House Cleaning Day, pull out her lawn chairs and some lemonade, and she and Luz (and sometimes King) will just sit back and relax and watch the show that is Lilith trying to clean Hooty. Hooty does not like to cooperate with her (partially because Lilith is a special friend and partially because he knows how much joy it brings Eda and Luz to watch her struggle).

Oof I could go on but this is already one hell of a post huh? Sorry (not really) for dragging Lilith so hard; not a joke, tumblr made me split hers up into two bullet points because it couldn’t comprehend my ranting for so long in one bullet point. I do love sharing these with y’all though, they’re so much fun and I’m so glad you guys like my rambling. <3333

[ajokeformur-ray]

Able about some headcannons of J and the reader dying each other’s hair? I’m thinking of dying mine so I think that would be cuteeee

Warning for swearing bc even with a filter (keyboard) I can’t (won’t) control myself skskskskk

‘Y/N’ used but colour chosen is personalised.

WC: 1, 017.

“Ugh,” You scrunched your nose up in slight disgust as you fingered J’s hair, “Baby, you need a shower.”

J looked at you, his eyebrows raised as he wondered why you cared so much; his hair had never really been your focus.

Still, eventually he shrugged and settled back into the sofa, his arm slung over the back.

A silent invitation. If you cuddled close, his hand would rest upon your shoulder, holding you to his side. If you stayed where you are, then he’d keep his arm there even still. 

He pretended as if he wasn’t bothered by if you did or didn’t cuddle him, but you had never been fooled by J. You knew better.

You stayed where you were. 

if you cuddled into him now, he wouldn’t move and he’d get away with not doing what you had asked him to do without actually asking him.

You knew better.

“No, come on. Your hair needs shampooing and dyeing.”

Silence. A beat. You had to give him something in return; you don’t get something for nothing.

A sigh. “You can do mine if I can do yours.”

J cackled and he sprung up out of his seat. “Well, c’mon; don’t’cha wanna’ clean me anymore? I thought’cha liked it dirty.”

“Not that dirty,” You grinned, falling into your easy routine of banter with J as he hauled you out of your seat as he slotted his slightly dirty fingers between the spaces of your own.

A little grease in his hair wouldn’t ruin or really affect the colour, but you also kind of - really - wanted to see J with fluffy hair, too, so you planned to wash it before you dyed it… and then wash it again. And then brush it. And hair dry it.

It would be fluffy, poofy, soft, smell good, look even better…

Oh, he was gonna be pissed and you were so excited!

It didn’t take long for you to have the bathroom all set up and ready to go.

You had been wanting to dye your hair a light purple; almost a pastel lilac, for reasons which made your heart flutter, and of course, J would have his electric green.

In more ways than one did the two of you complement, reflect and mirror the other.

You did J’s first; getting him to sit still long enough for you to wet, shampoo his hair (and massaging his skull at the same time; you took any chance you could to love on your clown), wash out the suds, dry it, put the dye on, the time it would take for it to sink out and then to wash it out, dry it, brush it… you had a headache just thinking about it.

The poor man’s patience would be tested this day, and so would yours.

But the thoughts of your J with freshly dyed fluffy hair and of stroking and playing with his hair, of spending time with him and also your love for him, which was the underlying reason for all you did with and for him, all pushed you through.

J kneeled down on the floor with his head bent over the edge of the bath as you washed his hair and hair dried it. Oh, but his hair was getting some lovin’ today.

While you worked in general on J’s hair, the man was silent. As your nails began to scratch lightly at his scalp and you leaned down awkwardly to press a series of kisses to the damp surface of his neck, he moved lightly, his head dropping down further over the edge.

“Someone’s enjoying themselves.”

Another low, drawn out groan was your only answer and the two of you lapsed back into silence.

While the green dye was setting into J’s hair, it was your turn to be worked on and you were completely beside yourself with excitement.

J was very generous with the way he applied the dye to your hair, almost putting palmfuls onto your wet strands.

He was practically slapping it onto you, and the way he poked his tongue out of his full lips in concentration was making you giggle.

You could smell gasoline, gunpowder and a slight tone of sweat as J stepped as close to you as he could given that he had to move around you to apply the dye.

Finally, he stepped back with a theatrical “ta-da!!”, his arms spread wide, fingers stained lilac and you smiled, the scent of ammonia in your nose.

Just as J finished was it time for his hair to be washed out and dried, and then the opposite became true, too. 

When all was said and done with your hair, you were left with lilac hair which was lighter at the tips, and J had fully green hair.

Dying your hair together had always been one of those ‘couple things’ which you liked to do.

It had initially been your suggestion because you wanted to grab uninterrupted time with J before he went out on the city and he always agreed to do it because really, for you he could and would do anything.

With tidied clothes (not that he saw any point for they would only become messy again) and a straightened posture did J truly look menacing.

He acted annoyed when you ran your fingers through his hair, cooing over how fluffy and soft he was, but the way he tilted his head into your hands the way a cat does only made you fawn over him more, and soon did you have a drowsy J who rested his head in your lap, desperate for more cuddles but not wanting to ask for them.

“I love you, J,” You felt safe in the stillness of the room to expose your hear to the elements, and a sleepy murmur was all you received in response as J’s eyes finally fluttered closed and his head grew heavy in your lap.

His actions at this moment spoke of greater reciprocation to your feelings than words themselves ever could.

“I love you, too.”

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[caramelgeddon]

Danganronpa v3 characters confession headcannons

Ta da! I’m back for the 1 person who reads this

Shuichi saihara

Very formal gets black and red flowers

Has gone through the confession over and over in his head

He eventually just goes for it handing you the flowers and asking you out

This poor boi is stuttering the whole way through

If you say yes he’ll be overjoyed and will take you to a cafe for you’re first date

If you say no he’ll be disappointed but remain you’re friend

Kokichi oma

This guys is the opposite of shuichi he has mad confidence

Even before he confesses he flirts with you all the time he loves the way you’re face heats up whenever he does that

He’s very upfront hey dummy have you still not figured out I like you

Say yes and he’ll make a joke about it nyehe we’re dating wanna f*ck now s/o: k-kokichi

Say no and he’ll pretend he’s not heartbroken and he’ll slowly become you’re friend again

Kaito momota

This guys probably a mix of kokichi and shuichi he’ll try and keep it casual and appear confident but also be a little shy on the inside

He’ll take you to a nice park to confess it’ll be night and you’ll be stargazing

He’ll mention how beautiful the night sky is and say you’re more beautiful (damn that’s smooth)

He asks you to be his

If you say yes he’ll laugh it off and say of course you wanna date the luminary of the stars

If you say no he’ll hang out with his other friends before he talks to you to recover from heartbreak

Ryoma

This guy honestly wouldn’t know how to confess and probably keep it to himself

Honestly you’ll have to be the one to confess here

You take him to a nice waterfall with a open field next to it

You play tennis there for a bit before you ask him the million dollar question

He’ll at first say you should stay away from him

But after much reassurance he’ll say his feelings too

Korekiyo

You’re on a trip with him you’re going to visit a foreign land

While you’re on the plane he talks about Medusa and how those who see her freeze into stone

He then states that he freezes every time he sees you because of you’re beauty

If you say yes he’ll give you a hug and not let out how happy he is but he’s overjoyed

Say no and he’ll always have his sister

Rantaro

This guys probably the most casual out of all of them

He just randomly tells you his feelings while hanging out saying he wants to do more then hang out

Say yes and he’ll be happy

Say no and well you’re still be friends

Kiibo

This guy always feel his heaters going when you’re around

He always feel his voice modulators be stuttery

He asks miu about this and she just laughs and says “kiibo ask her to put her finger in you’re usb stick”

He tells you everything that happened and what miu told him to do

You laugh and then

If you say yes you give him a kiss on the cheek and explain love to him

If no you still explain but say you don’t feel the same but others out there will love him

Gonta

This boi has watched every romance movie known to man to prepare for this

After taking you to a nature trail he grabs hold of both you’re hands and says

Will you be my boyfriend (if you’re a girl) no uh wait I got that wrong

Will you be my girlfriend (if you’re a guy) no uh wait I got that wrong

(Idk how to make him seem flustured and screw up for the other genders so use you’re imagination and think of something dorky for him to say)

You laugh and

If you say yes you kiss his cheek and say I’d love to

If you say no you’ll say you appreciate it but don’t wanna he will go back to nature for a bit before talking to you

And that’s it I’ll probably write for the girls later