#thanks for this was cool to answer

[cwarscars]

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⤿   HEADCANON MEMES; COMFORT CHARACTER EDITION!   TW: death, family, religion.    

[ ❌ ] is there something your muse struggles with that they might never overcome? what is it? why do they have so much trouble with it?

emotions, lol.

but really - i write heidegger as both a victim and a perpetrator of toxic masculinity. he was very much raised to never be 'weak' or whatever is deemed as weak. his friends ( as a young man ) tried to pull him out of this but the trauma of events surrounding everything during that time reversed any effect that they could have had.

continuing his life alongside the shinra corp and shinra sr saw him continue to progress in an environment where weakness and emotion were shamed. eventually, through further trauma & the way that he was forced to deal with it - he shut his 'weaker' emotions off. to cry, was weak. to love, was weak.

heidegger struggles with it & will possibly never overcome it because love hasn't gotten him anywhere. his daughters don't particularly like him ( despite him loving them ). the boss he pines for & the ex-wife he once loved both look at him with disdain. his enemies wont fear a man who's kind. & he's so entirely stubborn and brainwashed by this idea of what a man is 'supposed to be' - that the chances of him ever changing are just...sadly, very small.

[ ✨ ] what aesthetics or symbols do you reference when writing your muse? are these backed up by canon, if your muse comes from a canon? is there any specific relevance to these choices?

i answered this one /here/

so, as a change-up - i'm going to answer for young heid some aesthetics;

piercings // the rebellion that comes from a couple of hoops in the ear - a bar through his nipple that he almost passed out upon receiving ( a dare from a friend ). metal too expensive to be in his ear ( but bought with his parents money ). the dare of giving his buddy a prince albert

rugby // muddy uniform, bruises and bleeding and skin dirty with mud and sweat. late-night drinks with team-mates & sharing a cigarette while overlooking the oppositions matches. the comradery of team-sports & backing each other up against the ref.

katana // the skill that comes with wielding such a weapon, quick-draw & careful steps, aggression when surrounded by the enemy. strong swings but light steps. an artful sheath; his gaze reflected in the blade's edge. excellent care taken of something so fine. treats it better than he's ever treated any lover.

[ ⚰️ ] what are your muse’s greatest regrets? what would flash before their eyes when they’re on their deathbed?

his daughters. ( not being there for them enough )

for, sure.

i guess i'm answering this from a purely 'headcanon' perspective. but i write heidegger as genuinly loving his two daughters. he wasn't the best father in terms of, he wasn't always there. but he did deeply love them and was immensely proud of them. he tried to buy their love with money and things, never realising that all they really wanted was for him to be there. i think, his last thoughts would be them. worrying that they're okay or maybe...confident that they will be okay. heidegger is a strong man & he considers his daughters strong, too. i think, his last thoughts would be pride. not for himself, for once, but for them. he would regret having not been by their side more, though.

from a canon perspective ; i think he would regret nothing.

[cherryfennec]

Summer Times

Hi! I'm finally back from my two week abroad trip!

[zephyrchama]

I wrote something about this years ago in a random Discord server and can't find it, but the :D JOBS app on the D.D.D. is so funny.

You're this human. Living with the Seven Rulers of Hell. You're on incredibly personal terms with the crown prince. And you need some money.

You coerce Mammon and Diavolo himself to go work two hours at a clothing shop. Forget whatever plans they had. They work for you now.

Meanwhile, Lucifer is coming back from the 8 hour shift you made him do at some fancy restaurant. You greet him at the front door. He's tired and he smells like hell oyster sauce. He hands you 10,000 grimm and you give him a little head pat for his efforts, causing his affection to go up.

"Again."

"What?"

"Go back to work. Again."

"Yes, dear."

He trudges back to the restaurant. Today you've planned back-to-back shifts for everyone again.

[k-wame]

BARRY KEOGHAN ↳ But yeah, he's…Nah. He's just, he's a gorgeous person, honestly. ↳ 'SALTBURN' Press | Digital Spy · Dec. 2023

[sylenth-l]

[art-is-kayos]

Wailing Coffin Hong Lu and Gregor

[gethoce]

So so curious about your older meta knight

Anything you can share?

[Relevant comic link]

In the future he accepts the fact that he is an avatar of Baal Hadad, storm deity become universe.

This means he regained his full mastery over the storm ability. He may use this ability for dramatic effect, conjuring wind to make his cape flow epicly and lightning for intimidation.

[Link to his design]

He also goes on diplomatic missions to other universes to make sure his and Kirby's universes aren't viewed as threats.

[Relevant post link]

He may have had a large ego before, but now he is also free of all shame.

Meta Knight is confident that all he needs is that one arm anyway when he is on the battlefield.

[tazmiilly]

hii sorry if this has already been answered but I see that in abw ford is often drawn with a wheelchair or cane and I was just curious if there was a specific reason behind it? (like condition, etc.) tbh I personally find the drawings rly comforting as someone w chronic pains I heart ford and how u draw him sm <3

This was answered with the help of my partner so i say “we”

The reason we started doing it is because it’s fucking awesome, but there wasn’t anything specifically in the ABW Journal 3 passages that alluded to him having mobility aids, if that’s what you’re asking. Everything we’re about to discuss is stuff that we just came up with on our own.

Without going into too much detail, in February of ‘82, Ford fell and fractured his right tibial plateau. Due to several factors - the fate of the universe being at stake, Ford’s own fragile mental state, the looming presence of Bill, etc. - Ford did not immediately seek treatment. He tried to “suck it up” and “tough it out” for quite a while, which of course only exacerbated the injury, and by the time he finally did go to a hospital, his leg had been permanently damaged. He walks with a limp and has long-term arthritis in that knee.

Additionally, to protect his mind from Bill, Ford had Fiddleford perform a DIY sci-fi craniotomy on his parietal lobe (this is their universe’s equivalent of the metal plate being installed in the head). Again, though, circumstances being what they were, it was a messy procedure, and Ford has been dealing with the side effects of the surgery ever since.

Most of the time he walks with a cane, but there are plenty of instances in which he uses a chair, such as if he has to travel long distances, navigating difficult terrain, or even if his pain is just particularly bad that day. (Caroline note: I made a whole post about his various mobility aids! You can read it here!)

So the big difference in this universe - what makes it “better” - is that Ford is not forced to be alone and adrift for thirty years. Ford’s problems don’t go away immediately, but he doesn’t have to face them on his own. In this world, he has access to help and, though he struggles to at first (this is Ford, after all), ultimately accepts it. We have a ton of notes about where the exact point of timeline divergence is, what exactly happened, and a great deal of these do contribute directly to his use of mobility aids, but I think the really important thing is that he doesn’t feel he has to stand alone. He can depend on others for help and he can use a cane to walk around and he can use a chair if he needs a break.

[buwheal]

*its an old Ecard featuring Garfield. There is a picture of Garfield commenting about his annoyance that its only midweek and the bottom text says "hang in there"*

[swordsmans]

OMFGGGG HAPPY BDAY GYRO T O T!!! Congratulations on being BIRTHED!!! Now OPEN UR PRESENTTTT

SDJKFHJKSDHJLFHJLKSD AAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! AAAAAAA!!!!!! i know i already burst in2 big baby tears on discord but I NEED!!!!!! EVERYONE TO SEE THESE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAA!!!!!!!! AAHHH!!!!!! LOOK AT THE KEYCHAINS LOOP MADE!!!!!!!!!

LOOK AT THEM AHHHHH!!!!!!

[babyblueetbaemonster]

Dovahkiin! Dovahkiin! What is your favorite shout?

I just think Dragon Aspect is neat

Become Ethereal is for parkour lover

The idea of Throw Voice is so silly I love it unironically

[canisalbus]

i had a strange dream in which Vasco and Machete were both a) in a modern day gang and b) were based on real people that you, the artist, personally knew. Someone made a trivia post about your blog saying “Y’know how all 12 of the high ranking gang members in that canis albus webcomic wear necklaces with a die hanging from them? (Both Vasco and Machete had four sided dice btw) This is actually based on a real thing that the real people who are in the gang it’s based on wear.”

then someone reblogged it with “I didn’t believe this until I learned that Machete’s real life counterpart is the one that designed all of them, and has spares of them all for safe keeping. Supposedly, his most unique password is the one that protects the safe that the spares are in, which, in turn, is based on the canis albus blog!”

idk if or how you’d even interpret this as a drawing, but i kinda just wanted to let you know that i dreamt about your pups

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[biblically-accurate-dca]

*Hands this Sun drawing to you and then scampers away like the little gremlin i am*

i just drew this in ibis paint on my phone at 4:45am.

(This is my neurodivergent way of saying HI!!!! I LOVE YOUR ACCOUNT!!!!!)

starts crying,,,,,, THANK YOUU!! ♡

[kandidandi]

very sleep deprived study thing of fool's clothing

gitm by @venomous-qwille

[cherubchoirs]

I had a dream were V1 and V2 got trapped I'm a room together and got so incredibly bored waiting for rescue they just started swapping parts until they were both just a mismatched jumble of red and blue panels and redundant limbs and wings. When Gabe finally got to them they were very relived but forgot what they looked like and couldn't understand why Gabe was so confused.

he's beginning to realize machines have very different ideas about their identity (he should have read their name tags)

[whatwooshkai]

for the smoke & mirrors ask - have you had 16 yet?

"You do it! You're the leader!"

"I am not asking! Boulder, you ask."

"Okay-"

"Actually, nevermind. This is stupid. I'll just use my hoses-"

"No! You are not spraying me in the face again, you almost broke my optics-"

"Oh shut up, you were fine!"

"Barely!"

"Blades is correct, that level of pressure-"

"Stay out of this, Chase!"

"Seriously, guys, I don't mind asking-"

Cody sighs, lowering the lift all the way down before the rescue bots break out into an all out brawl. Five minutes of listening to them bicker and yet he still has no idea what they want.

"Hey guys!" he announces, and every helm snaps over. Cody is suddenly aware of the size difference. "Whatcha talkin' 'bout?"

The rescue bots' gazes flit between Cody and each other, seemingly having a silent conversation before Boulder pipes up and says, "We want you to wash our faces."

"Huh?"

"Our faces," Chase repeats. "We would like you to wash them."

"Yeah, I heard," Cody says, giving them a lopsided smile. "I just wanna know why."

"Well, back on Cybertron you'd have to go to a detailer to get your face properly cleaned," Blades explains. "Lots of small seams, big servos, it's not exactly easy to do it yourself. But we figured, since your servos are so small...?"

None of the rescue bots are looking at him. Boulder is very interested in their hands, Blades is scuffing his feet, Heatwave is tapping a beat on his arm that makes Chase's finials flick in time.

Oh my god. Are they... embarrassed?

Cody coughs into his fist to stifle a laugh. His dad says it all the time: "For a race of advanced alien robots, they're just as bad as us."

"I can wash your faces!" Cody assures them. "Frankie'll be here soon, and she'll be happy to help too!"

There's clear embarrassment radiating off the bots, but Cody decides not to let them stew in it and runs to the storage closet to grab the supplies, fumbling with his comm link at the same time.

"Hey, Frankie," he says, pressing his cheek to his shoulder as he puts the car soap in a bucket with some sponges and towels. "How far are you?"

"Walking in now," her voice crackles over the comm line. "Why?"

"The bots asked for their faces washed, so we're doing that," he explains, grabbing a second bucket.

"Why...?"

Cody shrugs, then realizes she can't see him. "Because they asked. Isn't that a good enough reason?"

Frankie sighs, but there's a smile in her voice. "I guess so. Coming down the lift now."

"Don't get off, we'll need some height." Cody carries his supplies out of the closet, past the bots who are currently greeting Frankie, up onto the lift beside her. He sets down their supplies and they divide them between each other, and Heatwave fills their buckets when prompted.

Boulder and Blades come forward first, sitting down and letting Frankie adjust the lift so they're at the perfect height.

Cody has been close to the rescue bots before. He sits on their shoulders, they carry him around in their hands, sometimes they sit him atop their helms! But he realizes that he's never been this close to their faces, and now he understands why they wanted this.

Boulder's faceplate isn't perfectly smooth, there are small grooves and seams and scratches and scuffs, there's little divots under their optics that almost look like tear ducts. Cody dips the sponge into the soapy water and starts on Boulder's cheek, but nearly drops it when the rumbling starts up.

Blades had slumped over immediately, leaning his chin onto the railing of the lift, and while Boulder was doing a better job of keeping themselves upright, twin rumbling rises from their chests, the unmistakable purr of an engine.

Frankie and Cody exchange looks, not wanting to ruin the moment. Like cats! Frankie signs excitedly, and Cody can't help but grin, because they are.

There's a shocking amount of dirt on Boulder's face, so it takes almost two hours to get the towel to come out clean when he wipes it across their cheek. Blades has fully fallen asleep.

Heatwave's tapping his arm impatiently while Chase has busied himself with a book, but his tapping foot is giving him away as well.

"All done!" Cody announces, clapping his hands together, and Boulder blinks sleepily, before giving him a big smile.

"Thank you!" they say brightly, standing up shakily and picking up Blades with them, making room for the other two.

Chase takes a spot in front of Frankie as Heatwave sits in front of Cody. He leans onto his hands to brings his face close enough for Cody to reach it.

Heatwave looks exhausted already, and far worse for wear than Boulder did. It almost seems like there's dark circles under his optics, there's dirt crusted into the scar on his cheek and in the seams of his jaw, and there's a dent just below his left optic.

He's asleep in minutes.

All four rescue bots' engines purr in time.