#there is a whole world to see and i will map it all: headcanons

[mapofsouthdakota]

Maps headcanons -

🧡 Caleb and period cramps fluff

Details: 600 words. Feel good food. Fluff. Tender, wonderful, caring, loving Caleb during that time of month. It actually fits if you just want a lil pampering from our boy too. Get you a man who can do both *cries* this is for you @gavin3469

You barely make it through the door before exhaustion weighs you down. The day had been long, and your body felt like it was fighting against you, every step home a battle you barely won. You had considered stopping by the store, picking up something to comfort yourself, but the thought of carrying even the lightest of bags felt impossible. You just wanted to collapse, to sink into something warm and safe and let the world fade away for a while.

You sigh as you unlock it, expecting nothing more than the quiet stillness of your apartment. But the moment you step inside, warmth greets you like an embrace. The air smells of apples and vanilla, and the soft flicker of candlelight casts golden glows against the walls. There’s something else too—something that smells like summer, fresh and inviting.

“Hello?” you call out weakly, toeing off your shoes.

No answer.

Your brows knit together as you shrug off your coat, your tired brain sluggishly trying to recall whether you had left any candles burning this morning. But then you see him.

Caleb stands in the kitchen, completely oblivious to your arrival, airpods in as he chops vegetables with effortless precision. His movements are fluid, a rhythm all his own, the steady thunk of the knife against the cutting board matching the beat of whatever music he’s lost in. He sways as he works, shifting his weight, rolling his shoulders in time with the sound only he can hear. It’s not forced, not even intentional—just an unconscious, easy sort of grace.

But that isn’t what takes your breath away.

Across the living room, near the couch, sits an enormous cube of heaven—a down duvet, the kind that screams luxury, thick and impossibly soft. A massive ribbon is tied around it, wrapped so perfectly it looks like a gift for a special occasion—something you’d dreamed of unwrapping on your birthday, carefully chosen just for you—rather than just Caleb being Caleb. The sight of it—of the effort, the quiet, knowing care behind it—makes something ache deep in your chest.

Caleb’s head lifts, eyes widening briefly in surprise, and then, in an instant, he sets the knife aside and crosses the room with the kind of intent that makes your heart stutter. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t ask—just gathers you into his arms, pulling you close, holding you like he’s been waiting for this moment all day. His warmth envelops you, deep and unwavering, the kind that seeps into your bones, making the exhaustion, the ache, the weight of the entire day fade into nothing.

The whole world disappears—there is only this, only him. His chest rises and falls beneath your cheek as he exhales, his lips pressing softly to your hair, lingering there as if he’s just as relieved to have you home as you are to be here. His hand slides down your shoulder, fingers squeezing lightly, grounding you in a way that feels like safety, like home.

“How has your day been, dear?” he murmurs, voice low and filled with quiet affection. “I’m so happy to see you.”

The words break something loose in you, and before you can stop yourself, your eyes well up. Maybe it’s the exhaustion, the pain that’s been gnawing at you all day, or maybe it’s just him—the thoughtfulness, the way he always seems to know exactly what you need before you do. His hands find your cheeks, thumbs brushing away tears before they can fall, and he presses the softest kiss to your forehead.

“Hey, hey,” he soothes, voice barely above a whisper. “I got you. You don’t have to do anything tonight. Just let me take care of you.”

You exhale shakily, leaning into his touch, grounding yourself in the quiet strength of him.

Then, as if reading your mind, he grins and tilts his head toward the couch. “Wanna try out your new duvet? Bet you won’t wanna leave it once you do.”

A laugh bubbles up despite yourself, and for the first time all day, the heaviness in your chest lifts just a little.

You nod, unable to find words, and Caleb grins before pressing a soft kiss to your temple. He takes your hand and leads you toward the couch—toward warmth, comfort, and the unwavering truth that, in this moment, you are the only thing in the world that matters.

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[sweetwolfcupcake]

Wife

Since I have managed to torture you @donaka-screaming, here is something to make up for it.

Secret Garden

Category: Headcanons

Yandere Donaka Mark x Reader

Warning: Sexual themes and description, manipulation, implied stalking and generally toxic and controlling behaviour

Imagine being Donaka Mark's wife...

(Credit to the original owner of the GIF)

Unedited

You are his best-kept secret. Only a handful of people know of your existence. Handful means only his closest circle, people you can count with your fingers.

So if, by some unfortunate turn of events, the news of him taking a wife gets out, he knows exactly whose throat to go for.

Your love story is the classic--middle-class family in distress and debt, and a big, bad (anti)hero sweeps in to save the day. But there are no free lunches in the world.

So he proposed an offer you could not refuse. A ring on your finger.

Although he was gentlemanly and respectful in his proposal and approach, did you have a choice? No. Did you know that the whole thing was orchestrated by him? Definitely no(spoiler! You still don't).

But you are not a complete fool. You knew that he assessed the situation like the businessman that he is and took the opportunity to keep his bed permanently warm.

But what choice did you have? In that situation, it was your best bet. You saw how those men looked at you; you knew they already had you stripped and pinned underneath them in their minds. You were scared, you never had been so scared, so helpless. When you saw the opportunity, you clung to it like your life depended on it (it did).

Coming back to the present, one year later, life is not so bad. You have got to make the best of it. It could have been much, much worse. 

So what if you are proven dead to the world? At least your family is taken care of; they do not have to worry about a thing other than keeping up the charade of grieving your death.

So what if you rarely get to step out of the house? Your pretty dollhouse of a room has everything you will need.

So what if you rarely get to connect to your family, that too under his watch? At least they are safe, and you get to hear their voice and get to know what is going on in their lives.

So what if you can never travel without the bulletproof, tinted cars with at least two bodyguards dressed in civil clothes trailing along with you like they are friends? All you have to do is run your fingers through something, and it is yours. At times, it is only mild fascination; you are not even thinking of buying it. But the item is delivered to the bedroom anyway.

So what if random outing and self-pampering days are just nostalgia now? You have a spa day with the maids twice a month, and they take care of the grooming. 

You do look like a precious thing, perfectly glowing from head to toe. Everything done, nails painted perfectly, the cabinet filled with luxurious bath and beauty items that make sure that you feel like a nymph and smell like sweet sin. 

But you are not plastic. You know it when you see his eyes gleaming the way they did when he saw you naked for the first time. His fingertips glide along, drawing patterns, remembering every mole, every bump, and every corner, running his thumbs over what the beauty magazines will call ‘imperfections’, like he cherishes them. They make you, you.

So what if he is the centre of your world? You feel like you are his sun and moon, his sweetest secret and the cause of his fears. The reason why his eyes burn like wildfire when his finger glides over your folds, when he plays you like his favourite instrument, making you, sing with your parted, drool-covered lips. When he has you underneath him, spread out like the sweet fruit of his labour. 

The heat and passion are not one-sided, at least not anymore. His tongue has mapped your plush thighs and what lies between, invaded and tasted—pushed you closest to heaven you will ever be. And your mouth has tasted his length like sweet surrender---you worship him on your knees, the tip hitting the back of your throat, and you take the sweet ache gladly. It's worth it, especially when you see his darkened gaze, the breathless explosion as his compusure breaks, bit by bit until his hands are fisting your hair and pulling with need.

When his teeth leave their marks all over your skin with a playful lightness, unless he is jealous or angry. Someone looked at you for too long? You are in for a night of tongue and teeth clashing, teeth on your thigh and scratches on his back, rings around your delicate wrists, and sticky, wet sheets. Stickiness between your legs, over your lips, stomach, and breasts. Your body is his personal canvas.

The ache, the bliss, the wonder, the yearning--it is all for him.

And when he clicks the blue diamond choker around your neck where purples and red bloom while he wishes you a happy marriage anniversary with his lips delicately tracing yours, you know that his love, his heart, and his soul are yours to keep. 

And you know that you want to see his wrinkles deepen with yours over the years. Being Donaka Mark’s wife comes with a price, but you are willing to pay it as long as he is yours just as he claims you as his.

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[apricitasart]

Just because I'm bored and a bottomless pit when it comes to Charles and Erik.

Headcanons!

Starting with Erik.

- he sleeps closest to the door when given the option. Especially in hotel rooms while on their road trip.

- one of the first things he does when entering a room/building is reaches out and feels for all the metal in the room. Then he maps out any possible exits.

- he enjoys a drink, as seen with Charles, but Erik almost never drinks enough to sway him. He has to be in full control of himself. Being drunk means the possibility of making a mistake. So while he enjoys a drink, he often just sips at it to lure those around him into a false sense of comfort.

- in stark opposite of Charles, Erik feels rather comfortable in a cheap motel room. The hard, uncomfortable bed keeps him alert (the whole PTSD scenario where people with PTSD will sleep on the floor because they're afraid of sleeping through danger). He never stays one place for long, so a hotel is perfect for him. The mansion was the first place he began to feel a sense of belonging and comfort in.

- he runs on a rather strict schedule, a creature of habit. He rises early.

- he's very obviously not used to being around people often, especially for anything less than his revenge mission, so he lacks a lot of social etiquette. (This man screams autism to me 🧍) If you're not blunt and straight forward with him, he may not understand your intentions.

- goes hand in hand with the above statement - he's rather shameless. Is perfectly content to strip down Infront of someone else. A body is just a body to him and he has nothing to be ashamed about.

- he takes pride in his appearance, he knows he looks good.

- sex isn't something he thinks about often. He's got a perfectly normal sex drive but sex with other people has usually just been for the purpose of his 'job' or a means to an end. Quick tumbles in the sheets or in dark alleyways and then never to see each other again. So, he has plenty of experience, but he tle and slow is not something he knows.

Charles!

- Addictive personality disorder. I think that's likely a fact rather than a headcanon but I'll throw it in anyways. Substance abuse can be genetic.

- A big part of why Charles is so outwardly kind/generous/forgiving is not just his desire to be loved and accepted- but he wants to be better than his family had been. He is a product of his childhood, but not in a bad way. He wants to break that cycle.

- He isn't nearly as naive or arrogant as people take him for. He's been privy to the darkest, most heinous corners of people's minds. He just chooses to remain optimistic rather than let the cruelties of the world tear him down.

- Charles is a slut™. Very adventurous throughout college. He knows what he wants/likes and he isn't afraid to go after it.

- Before Hank figured out the serum, he genuinely considered ending it all. The humiliation of having no independence/not being able to walk, his heartbreak, his powers, it was all too much. The serum was the only thing that pushed him past those suicidal thoughts.

- A big part of why he lost control over his telepathy after Cuba was because he was in Shaw's head when Erik killed him. He could have simply let go, but, despite not agreeing with Erik's quest for revenge and murder, he wasn't willing to risk Erik getting hurt or missing the opportunity. After that, his fear became overwhelming.

- in DoFP, when Logan asks Hank what happened to Charles, he explains the serum and how he simply takes 'too much'. I could just be misinterpreting the facts of how the serum works- but what are headcanons for? I like to think, if Hank can hide his physical mutation AND still use it, then Charles logically can have both his telepathy and his legs. He simply has an addiction and is too afraid. When it comes time to use his powers again, he knows himself to have addictive personality and to be weak willed. He has to set an example for his students and everyone else too, so he chooses to just eliminate the serum all together. It wasn't worth the risk just to walk.

[mellowdisko]

Vulpes Inculta headcanons 👀👀

oh gladly! i've been waiting for this moment.

vulpes is young—far younger than most would expect. like in his early twenties. his age leads people to often mistake him for just another low-ranking legionary, dismissing him outright until he reveals his rank as summus frumentarius. but rather than seeing this as a hindrance, he uses it to his advantage in espionage: disguising himself as a farmboy from arizona or a green NCR recruit.

as I said in this post, i do believe vulpes to be a religious man. he was raised by priestesses, within the cult of mars and knows no other way of life. his faith is absolute, a fanaticism that drives him to follow its teachings without question, gladly committing atrocities in the name of his gods. yet, he does not make a spectacle of his faith when it comes to personal practices. he prays in silence, visits temples alone. and he prays a lot, especially in battle or before undertaking a dangerous task.

he also prays for his own men—asking that they return from their missions both victorious and alive. maybe he cares for them; maybe there is a small part left in him that aches when he sends them into the bear's land, a part that keeps him up at night, a part that makes him smile when they radio in for report. maybe they’re the older brothers he never had growing up, maybe he does want them to survive, maybe there is some love in that. or maybe he just hates losing any reliable tools of the legion, simply hates being wasteful with his resources. no one really knows.

as said in the post he is superstitious too, especially when it comes to "omens" he sees in nature. like he'll rather walk all the way across the mojave than to go through a shortcut a vulture flew over. lucius constantly mocks him for this (also like I mentioned in the linked post my hc for lucius is that he's too old to have grown up into the legion's religion. he was raised with science rather than cultish teachings, making him far more rational than the younger legionaries.) vulpes acts indifferent about lucius’s skepticism, but deep down, it unsettles him. like a lot.

he dislikes working in the strip or any other urbanised areas like that. he's more of a “child of the desert”, the city doesn't suit him.

he probably doesn't enjoy enclosed spaces overall, doesn't feel too comfortable with a roof over his head. unlike most other frumentarii assigned to new vegas, he has no fascination with luxury or comfort. he'd prefer to sleep on the desert floor rather than wake up to a greasy casino ceiling. he hates the neon lights and the tall buildings. hates the noise, the crowd, the "degeneracy". he doesn’t belong to vegas. he loves the wasteland, that untamed emptiness waiting to be conquered; he loves wandering, trekking through it—taking the fox act a little too seriously.

but that does not mean he disregards the old world as a whole, no, I think he'd find it interesting, alluring even—collecting every small piece of it he's allowed to have in legion land. novels, cassettes, maps...nothing radical enough to be seduced by a world outside the legion but faded fragments of a forgotten era just loved enough to be cherished and be tucked away into a corner of his tent.

vulpes has a natural aptitude for languages. he is probably fluent in multiple tribal dialects and has used that talent for the legion's benefit since we know the frumentarii do act as ambassadors. caesar secretly hates this part about him because it reminds him of a particular someone with blue eyes who too was also good with languages.

definitely hates chess with a burning passion. he thinks it is redundant and naive because warfare is not two neat lines of soldiers marching toward each other on an even playing field. the structure of turns, limited moves and pieces frustrates him. he thinks you have to be unfair in war, deceive, be unpredictable, and strike when the enemy least expects it, win by cheating basically. he's also terrible at it which is definitely not a reason for this dislike.

[lame-cameoliob]

The Narritive Potential of lower level! Kallus

Alright literally nobody asked and this is totally just me thinking way too much, but I NEEEEEEDDD to talk about the Kallus from the lower levels headcanon and just how much narrative potential it has

(also If you see anything spelled wrong or phrased weirdly NO YOU DIDN’T)

To be completely frank I think that Kallus’ character is almost out of place in a children's TV show– DO NOT GET ME WRONG, he is a fantastic character that is integral to the Rebels plot, but many implications made by his character are much more fitting in shows with higher ratings– that’s why he comes of so fucking ridiculous half of the time, he is a character with massive implications, but he has to be readable to a younger audience. PLUSSS Rebels was made on a tiny budget compared to other Star Wars animated projects, so the producers could not put time or money into further delving into his arc because they needed to focus on the main cast. They couldn’t afford to go into smaller character-centric arcs like in the clone wars. Now, taking that into account, it is no doubt that Kallus has an incredible character arc (tbh I’d say the best in Star Wars, but i might be glazing idk) but there are aspects of that arc that could not be explored more due to the aforementioned restrictions on the production side.

Thing is, Star Wars is all about making connections to the real world (ex. Return of the Jedi was an allegory for the vietnam war– or also THE ENTIRETY OF ANDOR) And although Kallus’ arc already does that on a baseline level, its potential for drawing these connections was for sure not explored to its fullest. 

Now, I know you didn’t sign up for a lesson in world history and politics when you started reading this but you’re gonna have to stick with me to see where I’m coming from; 

It is no secret that the greatest defense against propaganda is education. That’s why maps that show which states have less extensive education and maps that show which states are conservative look nearly identical. That’s why conservative states are far more likely to pass legislation that bans books with political content; they need people to continue to be uneducated in order to keep the state conservative. Even if we omit nefarious political intent, in order for educational institutions to truly thrive they need funding (which tends to be severely lacking in conservative communities) State legislation aside, some school systems literally cannot afford to give their students an all encompassing education. And next to that, in many impoverished rural communities, you end up having kids that need to start working early on in order to make money to support themselves and their families OR they start working early just cause they want to (bootstraps mentally and all that); these kids do not have a reason to set aside their time to sit down and think about the politics of the world around them, which is why a lot of people end up just falling in line with the conservative mindset that surrounds them. 

“What about the people who aren’t conservative / patriotic? How do they play into this?” You may ask– AND LET ME TELL YOU– it’s not really a huge secret that the United States Military does this quirky little thing where they pay for your college and give you financial benefits while you’re an active service member. That’s actually a MASSIVE recruitment tactic that they use in schools! IN FACT, (as someone who grew up in a blue state) wherever military recruiters would come to my school to yk…recruit people, they would almost ALWAYS stress the financial benefits more than promoting the whole “SERVE YOUR COUNTRY RAHHH AMERICA” thing . 

So basically it’s a system that sets children up for failure by leaving them broke and struggling, and some of those children grow up in areas where they are funneled into having certain political beliefs without the resources needed to form their own opinion, OR you have kids that just want to reap financial benefits because living is too damn expensive. (And of course there are people who fit into BOTH or neither of the categories; I’m generalizing a little bit for the sake of keeping this post shorter than it could be) (This is a very nuanced subject and I know that, I just don't want to make you all read an entire essay)

The issue comes when these misinformed children grow into adults, and those adults become dangerous. 

BACK TO STAR WARS

So there’s not really a whole lot of extensive canon lore (at least that I’ve seen) about how the Coruscant economic system works, but I think it's fairly obvious that it is operating on a capitalistic system not unlike the united states, where the richest of the rich own most of the wealth, and the rest of the population are left living paycheck to paycheck; it’s just that some paychecks are bigger than others. 

It is this system that allows for the lower levels to fall into complete poverty. None of the wealth from the top is trickling down (literally) and the people in the lower levels are left fighting for scraps. 

Most areas in the lower levels are controlled by money hungry gangs, and corrupt law enforcement does what these gangs want just because they’re paid to. The further down you go the less control The Republic has; at some point you reach a depth where the Republic has zero influence. And even if they did, at this point in history, most of the senate no longer represents the people.

THIS IS WHERE KALLUS COMES IN 

I want you to imagine being a kid in the lower levels. You’re fighting for your next paycheck so that you can help pay rent, you’re shoplifting and picking pockets just so that you can eat. You cannot afford to live. And not only that; you’re suffering from intense vitamin deficiencies, the air is undoubtedly toxic, the water probably isn’t good to drink. You are exhausted. Physically, mentally, even subconsciously, you are a kind of bone-deep tired that nobody– ESPECIALLY A KID– should ever have to feel. If you can even afford to go to school you’re not leaving with a better understanding of the galaxy, because all you’re worried about is finding something to eat and going the fuck to sleep. But that's your normal, you’ve never known anything different. 

You’re not thinking of ways to question the system, you’re too tired to. 

And you don’t care about The Republic because The Republic doesn’t care about you. 

But then The Empire rolls around. And the Republic didn’t give a fuck about you, but maybe the Empire will– besides you don’t really care about the politics of it all, because you see that they offer free room and board to those who enlist, and that is your one way ticket out of the fucking hell hole that you’ve had to endure for your entire life. 

And so you enlist. And even if you didn’t care about politics before, the people around you do, and they are telling you exactly what to think without giving you the resources to form an opinion of your own. 

If Kallus grew up in the lower levels, that would have been his reality. He would have been the perfect person to indoctrinate because he came from a system that wouldn’t have allowed him to know any better.

This is especially palpable when we think about why he became Fulcrum in the first place;

He educated himself in ways that the empire did not allow him to be educated before. He asked questions and he did not like the answers that he got. 

He realizes that he’s been fed lies and propaganda that have made him complacent in a system that had done immeasurable evil, and he HATES that. He realizes that he does NOT believe what the empire believes and that he has to align his actions with HIS opinions, not the empires.

He realizes that harm that his ignorance has done and he takes it upon himself to lock THE FUCK IN in an attempt to help and rebalance the scales. 

(And this bit is kind of a side note, but idk where else to put this:if Kallus comes from a background like the one listed above where he is constantly fighting for survival, he becomes a narrative foil of EZRA!!! They become two sides of the same coin; a kid whos impoverished because of the Empires cruelty, only looking out for himself until his worldview is changed for the better by the kindness of the people around him VERSUS a kid whos impoverished because of the Republics failures, only looking out for himself and CONTINUing TO DO SO as his worldview is changed for the worse by the greed of the people around him.) (DO YALL GET WHAT IM SAYING??? I FEEL LIKE IM ONTO SOMETHING THERE??)(I MIGHT BE CRAZY BUT LIKE I FEEL LIKE THATS ⁉️⁉️)

All of this is really just to say that Kallus is the perfect example of the dangers of complacency. He is the bystander effect at its worst. He admits that he “never asked questions,” simply because the empire told him not to, and he becomes dangerous because of it. He does evil shit just ‘cause he’s told to. The empire says that a certain number of civilian deaths fall within an “acceptable margin” and he just shrugs his shoulders and goes “yeah, okay, if you say so.” 

Already in canon, he is an example of what people can become if they refuse to question the systems in power, but when you take into account the possibility that he’s from the lower levels, he also becomes an example of how people end up in a system where they are set up for failure so that they don’t end up questioning those systems in the first place. He’s an example of how the Empire benefits from systematic suffering because the people who suffer without even realizing it are the people most easily shaped into pawns. 

End of rant

[itgirlgyu]

RANDOM HEADCANONS. txt as husbands!

 ۪ 𝆬 ೀ ot5! txt x fem! reader! ◌ ⃘ ₊ 🔗 mini hcs!!! if this becomes a daily occurrence not my fault! ˖ ֗⠀✿ ˖ ⠀KINDA SUGGESTIVE AT SOOBINS SECTION!

YEONJUN...

gets drunk and goes to sleep at your neighbour's place because he thought that was your house.

you had to drag him by the ears.

cries to you about how much he loves you and how he would not be able to live if you didn't say yes to marry him.

tries to take out all the wedding albums and cries while pointing at pictures.

had a full on hiccup session after seeing a picture of soobin and him on his bachelor's ramen get together where they were egging beomgyu.

SOOBIN...

refuses to throw away his waifu body pillows.

"bABE listen TO ME THEY MAKE WONDERFUL PILLOWS AND THEY ARE CHEAP."

tries to watch animes with you and gets uncomfortable when babes with anime racks on screen, fumbling to turn the screen off and if he can't do that—

holds your hand and makes you face all while the anime boobs were jiggling and defying all three rules of gravity,

"babe your pair is the most beautiful pair to me."

BEOMGYU...

whips out his phone and starts recording you fighting another person in the whole foods section in the grocery to get the last discounted item.

screams 'world star' while recording.

totally hypes you up but when he sees the other person's husband approaching

quickly gets a hold of you, and your cart and power walks away before he gets his own ass beaten.

TAEHYUN...

refuses to ask for directions.

at any cost. like he can't believe you would ask him to ask anyone for directions in this modern world of google map and self driven cars.

nastily side eyes you when you suggest that to him.

like a full on.

"maybe there WERE some questions i should have asked before i proposed."

HUENING KAI....

you both have been married for a few months and still can't believe he is married.

fell out of his bed when you woke up next to him because he forgot he was living with you.

called you his best friend when you both went to register for your marriage certificate.

practices, "yes i got married, this is my lovely wife," in the mirror.

he is hiding a very big secret.

he will never tell you but he lost the engagement rings on the wedding day and almost had to be carried to the emergency room.

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[theamazingmaddyas]

Apollo Cabin Camper headcanons

Lee was an avid writer, and was planning to go for a Creative Writing before he, you know, kicked the bucket. Michael and Will ended up posthumously publishing his diary as a fiction story (because monsters and all) so that he could have his dream of being a published author. Nico brought Lee a copy in the Underworld.

Michael would only ever call his younger siblings his "little siblings" despite the fact that most of them passed him in height at like 9 or 10.

Will has Michael and Lee's names tattooed on his wrist in their handwriting, as well as a quote from one of Lee's poems on his forearm.

Kayla's known she was a demigod since she was really young, since her father had to explain why she has no mother. Darren could see through the mist, and would just shoot the monsters that came because of Kayla's stronger sent.

Kayla was brought to camp by Hedge when he was in Toronto in TLO (is this a common hc? I feel like it should be)

Austin could play any instrument, except the kazoo. For some reason, he sucked at playing the kazoo.

Jerry's accent was so strong his first summer at camp no one could understand him except for the other internationals.

Yan would hide in the armory with their book so that they didn't have to do sword-fighting or archery practice

Gracie would make rainbow loom bracelets for literally everyone. Even though she came to camp after the Battle of Manhattan and the Battle of the Labrynth, she still made bracelets for her deceased siblings based on Will, Kayla, and Austin's description of them.

Will was protective of the chariot in TLH not because he cared about it, but because Michael cared about it

Lee was born in Connecticut, but lived practically his whole life in NYC, and Michael was from Maine.

The cabin has a world map with push pins indicating where everyone is from. Every camper has also signed the wall around it on the day they were claimed, so there's well over a thousand names by the time PJO takes place.

Cabin 7 has a music room in it's basement, that has every single instrument you can imagine. (Austin is banned from playing the kazoo of course)

The only way the cabin can be cleaned is if It's A Hard Knock Life (Broadway version) (and the reprise as well) are playing. The youngest kid sings at Molly, and they play rock paper scissor to figure out who jumps in the laundry basket like Annie (one time Michael accidently fell asleep and was brought to the laundry room by the harpies. He did not let Lee hear the end of it) (The same thing almost happened to Gracie, but Will found her before the harpies could)

It's tradition that the last day of camp the younger campers write a song for their counselor and play it before bed. There's a binder of all the lyrics of every song dated back to the 1940s on the shelf, when the tradition was started

I'm not even sorry about how many there are, I'm just a tad bit obsessed with Cabin 7 (as indicative of my ao3 fics dedicated to them all)

(Octavian's a legacy and I'm only 150 pages into my reread of Son of Neptune, I can't remember if there are any canon Apollo kids barring Octavian's ancestors.)

[thehypnone]

HI HYPNONE !!! I hope youre doing well !!!

We have a headcanon that Aeon/Phantom is blind and missing a limb due to a summoning accident ,,, do u have any thoughts or ideas about this at all,,,

first ficlet of 2025! i focused on the blind part because i also love @midnight-moth's headcanon where bug kinda sees with his quintessence, so here's my take on him learning to do it

“Now focus,” Omega tells him quietly, so as not to break Aeon’s concentration. “Get the quintessence out and feel the world with it.”

The younger ghoul takes a deep breath and when he releases it, his magic starts radiating from him and spreading around the small room they’re currently in. As it settles on some items placed here and there and the walls, Aeon starts feeling them; though he can’t quite make out what is what or where just yet.

He needs it if he wants to perform on stage as he was summoned to do.

Yes, he could learn to function being blind—and missing half a leg and most of his tail—but it would not only take him long, but also wouldn’t suffice for touring. Aeon is determined and him being a quintessence ghoul is a blessing in disguise in this situation; knowing it’s possible, Omega has offered to teach him a skill that could make up for the sight he’s lost during his summoning.

“Let it settle like dust over everything,” the older ghoul advises, “let it hug everything and then you’ll get it all mapped out in your mind.”

Aeon tries; he pushes more waves of magic out and wills them to do what Omega’s just described. He can feel the quintessence thickening and starting to collide with different things and they do start taking shape in his brain, making him break into a smile.

“Don’t cheer just yet,” Omega gently scolds him, but he’s happy and proud of the other, too. He’s been working so hard and it’s finally starting to take effect. “Don’t lose focus, push it more.”

The younger ghoul keeps smiling, but his brows draw further together in concentration and determination. He obeys and presses on with his mind and then–

“The guitar!” he exclaims. It makes the whole thing drop, but Aeon doesn’t care. “Omega, the guitar, it was there, I had–I saw it!”

Omega chuckles as he reaches out to pat the other on the back, “Good job, bug. You’re doing so well!”

“Does it work the same with people? With faces?” Aeon asks eagerly, with his smile so bright Omega might just tear up. He’s so incredibly proud of him.

“More or less, yeah,” he replies and the other’s smile grows impossibly.

“I want to see you! Can I see you? Please!!!” Aeon begs, his nub of a tail wagging. How could Omega decline?

“It’s a bit trickier, but yes,” he says, “I believe you’re capable of that, you just need to focus really hard.”

“Okay! I can do it.” The younger ghoul decides and then shakes the excitement off of himself, making Omega chuckle—he’s not unlike a wet dog shaking off water. He needs a moment to get rid of the excessive emotion before he can ground himself and properly focus again, but after a couple minutes he’s ready.

Aeon gathers up his quintessence before pushing it out again—except this time he directs it all in front of himself, at Omega, instead of all around the room. Slowly, the older ghoul’s body shape starts appearing in his mind and it grows sharper and sharper until he’s not a blob of purple light anymore, but…Omega.

Aeon tears up as he looks at the face of his mentor for the first time. He’s smiling with pride at him and that makes it even better—even though Aeon doesn’t yet know how to recognize the emotions on others’ faces, he can feel them strongly.

“I hope I am not ugly enough for you to regret me being your first ever seen face Topside?” Omega jokes—he can see his lips moving—and tears start falling from Aeon’s sightless eyes before he throws himself forward, into the others’ arms.

“You’re g–gorgeous,” Aeon sobs into his chest as the image from his mind starts to fade—he mourns it already, but it only makes him even more determined to master this skill. He wants to see his packmates. He needs to see them.

“Oh, kiddo,” Omega coos; also quite moved. Then, in an attempt to lighten the mood again, “Wait until you see Cumulus’ boobs.”

[thegremlininyourcloset]

a fine selection of random Stephanie Brown AUs for your consideration (but they get wilder and wilder as they go on)

I will describe the plot of exactly none of them (lying)

@fictfrenzy @themoonwitch-mustspeak

Red Hood Steph.

if you go by the metric of the five “official” Robins, in a Reverse Robins situation, Steph would swap with Jason.

Coincidentally, Steph is also the Robin who could fit a Red Hood-type arc the best. She cares deeply about her part of Gotham (the suburbs in canon but in my heart Steph is a Narrows girl (going by hinn-raven’s headcanons)) She also has many Extremely Justified reasons to have a grudge against the Bats and Bruce specifically (maybe even moreso than Jason cough cough who said that)

Also, it would absolutely highlight my favorite tragic mentor-student-but-more-complicated-and-vaguely-familial-but-not-really bond of Steph & Bruce

AND my favorite sibling duo of Damian & Steph. (Reverse Robins Damian would imprint on her so hard I fear. That’s his baby sister now fuck off) (also they would totally echo the classic (though not classic in this universe) Batman & Robin dynamic—)

Also. ALSO

The Stephcass in this AU would go SO HARD.

like

strangers-to-friends-to-best friends-to-enemies-to-its complicated-to-lovers hard.

Something something the woman who abhors killing hating and loving and hating and LOVING a killer

something something knowing your best friend in the whole world would despise what you’ve become. And you go down that path anyway. You wish you didn’t think about her so often.

Something something catching a glimpse of the girl who once loved, who you still love, in the woman facing you on the battlefield.

yarghhhhhhhhh

2. First Robin Steph (and First Batgirl! Cass…)

Just imagine. Steph as the first Robin

and I don’t mean at the age when she was canonically Robin

I mean baby 9 year old Steph.

Wait.

would that mean Spoiler would become the equivalent of the Robin mantle? Or would she get another one to then pass down?? Oughhhhh

But basically tiny Steph being feral and fighting crime and Bruce awkwardly coparenting her with Crystal Brown who’s in rehab.

hopefully Crystal doesn’t die

But yeah.

Also, first Batgirl! Cass.

I don’t think she’d take on an Oracle role (Because Cassandra would-rather-be-perfect-for-a-year-than-mediocre-for-a-lifetime Cain would uh.Yeah that wouldn’t end well)

So she’d end up inventing a new role for herself once she grew out of Batgirl (if she decides to call it Batgirl idk)

as for what that’d be…who knows

(would this end with Nightwing & Flamebird Stephcass? Maybe. Who knows. not me)

3. Batman Steph

Okay but consider. The poetic justice and tragedy inherent in the Bat nobody believed in ending up as Batman.

She’s become the symbol of the Batfamily—someone nobody will ever doubt or belittle anymore—but at what cost

Because Batman is a tragedy.

And the fact that it’s Steph who takes the cowl? Not Cass, not Dick, not even Damian.

But Steph.

the sacrifice, the poetry, the legacy of it all.

Arghhhhhhhhhh

the concept of Damian, or Maps as her Robin?

ohhhhhhggggggggggh

4.Green Lantern! Steph

Look she has the fucking willpower for it. Also, Steph deserves a pack of irresponsible uncles/older brothers and other assorted family members.

Also, she deserves to be the Bat that gets on the galactic scale because I’m biased and I love her and also POETIC JUSTICE!!!!!

Like.

Oh, you don’t think she can protect Gotham?

Well, FUCK YOU, now the fucking PLANET is under her jurisdiction take THAT

also? I wanna see what she could do with Green Lantern constructs. She’d use them SO WELL!!!

(And maybe Star Sapphire Cass ahaha)

5. Monster/Creature Steph

she deserves it. Make her a dragon, or a werewolf, or a mermaid/siren, or literally Any Creature Ever because she deserves to be feral

6. Meta Steph with a Luck Power

I love the idea of Steph being able to survive BULLSHIT situations.

It would also be cool if she didn’t even know about this power

At least until Duke (who I’m pretty sure can enhance others powers)

was like.

Duke:Congratulations, you’re a Metahuman

Steph: wat

anyways I’m rapidly losing coherence.

[beriandcharts]

Navigation

Nami relies on celestial navigation as much as she relies on compasses. Because of this, she is logging the celestial navigation of their route through the Grandline, so they can navigate even if they end up without a log pose if they ever choose to travel the same route once more.

[phightingheadcanons]

screw it.

WORLDBUILDING/ACTUAL (as in, headcanons that have something to do with phighting, not saying the others weren't actual ones shfhfhfjfnkdjf anyway) PHIGHTING HCS!!!! EXPLODES

(one of them is taken from a fic of mine so if someone recognizes it uh yeag I was one of the authors please don't kill mep leas /silly)

- Phighters originally became one via an on-paper agreement that was really only implemented when Phighting first became a thing, which was (I believe) after the Faction War. It was essentially just some basic stuff you'd expect in a signed agreement, though nowadays, Phighters can become one by participating in unofficial Phights that usually take place in some of the smaller MAPs (Monetized Arena for PHIGHTING!), like the Iron Cafe one.

^ One of the main reasons for there being paperwork involved in the first place was so that the older generation would take it at least a little but more seriously. With the tense atmosphere the Faction War left behind, the Flipside (I forgot if it was actually them who started the whole Phighting thing. If not, well, consider it another headcanon ig lol) figured it'd be best to actually have something that can be used in court if anything outside of the general things that happen in Phights were to ever happen.

^ Yes this hc is also my personal explanation for there being extremely tight maps HAHSHDH– and also for the reason why the Iron Cafe had chairs and tables on the roofs of all places (they're up on the four corners, you'll see them). Oh yeah and also there are restrooms on the middle ground leading to the second floor. Just yk. Iron Cafe :3

- Scythe and Coil's trailers were video submissions (published by the Flipside) in the PHIGHTING! world, bc they're both outlaws and can't submit official forms to join via legitimate means. Of course, they ARE actual Phighters if they managed to join that way, just not super super official ones that joined because of the aforementioned on-paper agreement that has something to do with the factions. Coil and Scythe joining is completely up to fate for this one; if their trailers do well, the money raised by them will fund their first debut.

^ "What's a first debut????" WELL!! ANOTHER HC!! Phighters have to wear the same attire. Why? Dude, it's their uniform. In normal cases (aka the signed agreement), the Flipside would fund copies of them themselves, having to make five for both blue and red variants; in Coil and Scythe's case, however, it's a little different. Because there's nothing officially tying their name to the Flipside, as I said, their chances of joining are completely up to fate. If they manage to raise a crap-ton of bux from just the video submission/trailer alone, the money will be used to fund; a) the clothing copies; b) a new Respawn Anchor to allow Respawning (I'll explain that in a minute); and c) nothing! Any amount of extra bux is immediately handed over to the Phighter, unlike in the official agreement that requires some extra paperwork, so I suppose that's a plus.

- RESPAWN ANCHORS!! Wow, I know, I'm so good at these names (sorry mojang). Unlike the Spawn, these things are almost fully artificial, and you won't believe who made them. Yeah it was Medkit how'd you know. Anyway, Respawn Anchors—while the original creator is very much unknown to the rest of the Inpherno—are only exclusively made by Blackrock for the Flipside. Why? Money. Because of course.

^ The way they work is exactly how Medkit's crystal resurrects, except they're specifically tied to only one inphernal (why? Because Medkit's resurrection resurrects all allies). The crystal inside each Anchor is first teal—pure. Add your blood into the mix and it's tied to you now. Its resurrection radius isn't more of a radius, it's more like a ray of light.

^ All Phighters have three Anchors; one for the top of the Arena (facing downwards), one for the bottom (facing upwards), and the last one– well, it's where they actually spawn. They function via "line of sight," which is why they don't work outside of the Arena they're placed in. The one on top sees its Phighter dead, sends the signal to the one at the Spawn (takes a couple of seconds), and the one there Respawns its Phighter. The one at the bottom of the Arena is for when the Phighter died under something, like a roof.

^ Each costs 50k. Medkit originally wanted them to be on the cheaper side but whatever, he knows Blackrock doesn't care about him. He is secretly proud of his creation being super essential in Phights. No Subspace doesn't know he made them. He is glad he doesn't.

- Subspace once tried to take credit for the Respawn Anchors' creation in front of Medkit, trying to taunt him, but seeing the guy look like he was on the verge of laughing in his face made him stop doing that immediately. At this point that is the only interaction between Medkit actually finds hilarious. Oh the irony.

did i cook

"OH YOU SURE AS HELL DID"

"THAT'S SO FIRE I LOVE THIS SM. ANY WORLDBUILDING HEADCANONS ARE ALWAYS WONDERFUL"

[i-mybrunettelady]

HUMAN FAN GROUP: Southern Krytans

huge thanks to NOT SAFE FOR GORK server for input and name ideas! also this was hugely inspired by @ratasum and their fanlore about asura cities.

THE WHYS

So! I am the Human Girlie in this fandom, right, and it's been a hot second since I made any fanlore. I usually dabble in small, worldbuilding and culture headcanons and rarely do I make full blown things such as this. However, little things build up and I have this whole set of cohesive headcanons about Kryta and Ascalon, and there's always more human lore for me to dig my hands into.

I also happened to make a Latina-inspired oc I wanna port to gw2, but find no corresponding equivalents, even in my own extensive worldbuilding, so the world is my oyster and I decided to make new stuff.

THE WHERES

See this lil blurred piece of the map, between Kessex Hills, Gendarran Fields and Claw Island? That lil waypoint is stupidly deceiving so in my head, this is where we enter the County of Greenriver Bay, or in the local dialect, Verderio.

Ruled, of course, by a Count/Countess of Greenriver. Do keep in mind, since my Kryta is inspired by France and therefore, speaks French, this would be Comte(sse) de Rivert, but we're not working with French here.

THE WHOS and THE WHENS

Generally speaking, Krytans live in Kryta. Shocker, I know. But even in the same country, there are differences in culture and customs and dress and the manner of living; so someone from the Reach may not necessarily have 100% the same manner of dress as someone from Kessex Hills, or make cook the same way.

Even before the time Searing came to be and a lot of Ascalonian refugees came to Kryta, there were differences between the northern and southern regions. Kryta sees a lot of immigrant and refugee groups from all over Tyria (human-wise) and different peoples settled in different places and shaped the place where they settled.

So this means that Ascalonian influence on Krytan culture is mostly felt in northern Kryta, although not entirely just them, and Orrians and Elonians have influenced the south of Kryta, due to access to the sea.

Over time, Souther Krytans - which is to say, Krytans of Krytan, Orrian and Elonian ancestry combined - formed as a quasi-formal group. I say quasi-formal as they still consider themselves Krytans, belong to the country of Kryta, but in the country itself have been recognized as having their own customs and traditions distinct from those of the north.

Do note that this does not mean there are no Orrian or Elonian communities elsewhere. The Orrian community, in this view, while small, does exist in the Reach and forms around a couple of noble families that weren't present when Orr sank. There's a vibrant Elonian district, Ossan Quarter, in the Reach. This also doesn't mean that they haven't left a mark in the cultural melting pot that is Divinity's Reach and Queensdale; DR is its own beast, and I'm talking about less cosmopolitan communities here.

All this means to say is that their influence is more felt in the south, where there are genuine, authentic Orrian and Elonian communities (modified by distance and time) in Greenriver.

I may change the details on Canthan influence at a later date.

THE HOWS

So, what are Verderrians like? What sets them apart?

For one, they have their own dialect, bordering on a language. Lines are blurry, but what is certain is that you can definitely hear a highly specific way of speaking here. We're talking phonetic changes - my mind goes to vowel shifts and how different vowels are spoken, and also to digraphs that make a different sound than they would in the north - lexical changes and maybe even a different system of accentuation.

Further influences on the language include relationships with the hylek, and the Counts of Greenriver have historically maintained a good relationship with the local hylek tribes that want cooperation, but have had conflicts and skirmishes with more hostile tribes.

They have their own literature. Certain literary forms - in a real world parallel, think perhaps a lai, or a picaresque novel - thrive in Greenriver, and belong amongst its culture that emphasizes tradition without rigidity, concept of heritage, and a certain lack of courtly decorum which is present in the literature of northern Kryta (and with that, less emphasis on chivalry as a theme.) Sea and sea-faring is a common theme amongst their folk tales. 

They are a sea-faring culture that forms the bulk of Kryta’s navy. Southern Krytan navigators and admirals are highly sought after. 

They have their own architectural styles. I am not visual but hey. I trust y'all will be able to picture things.

picture things.

They practice a culture that appears different to the one seen in the Reach, as it is less influenced by Ascalonian settlement, and therefore tied to older Krytan cultural practices. Counts of Greenriver have been very vocal against the Reach’s unified humanity narrative, as they view themselves as Krytans first and foremost; they are proud of their heritage and view themselves as Krytans first, humans second. 

Counts of Greenriver have also, historically, not been huge fans of Queen Jennah and her politics as Queen. One of the key things they take issue with her for is the destruction of the Canthan district of the Reach and its rebuilding into the Crown Pavilion and have been demanding an investigation, although no real attempts have been made by the current government. 

They have their slightly different practice of worship to the Gods, carrying over Orrian rites that survive only here. They value knowledge and curiosity and make some of the most highly educated Krytans because of this.

Culture be culturing, after all.

NAMING SYSTEM

Spanish names, friends! Spanish names go here!

[yandereonepieceimagines]

Oh... Oh yandere One Piece requests open... And you write for Sentomaru... Could you please write some Yan Sentomaru headcanons with a timid yet hard-working darling? (Feelings are corresponded) SFW and NSFW if possible, please. Thank you...

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I won’t lie, haha... xD the way you wrote “oh…” made the whole request sound a little suspicious! I actually got a bit nervous the moment I saw that first word. For a second, I thought I had seriously let someone down!

Anyhow, I hope you like what I have written here.

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Warning!: NSFW Below!

Sentomaru

SFW

* Sentomaru notices you not through battle, but through your efficiency. Your ability to go deep into unfamiliar territories, return with maps and reports, and never ask for recognition. He admires your strength, but it’s your humility and quiet passion that ensnares him. To a man like him, that’s rare. And rare things must be protected.

* With you, he’s... Soft. Well, as soft as a brick wall can be. He’s very awkward and gruff, sure, but you catch him watching you with an almost puppy-like intensity. If you so much as blush in his direction? He short-circuits.

* He respects your strength and position. He’d never treat you like a fragile thing. But the moment he senses someone else showing you too much interest? His patience vanishes.

* He watches you bury yourself in reports, training, mission prep, and he’s torn between admiration and frustration. He wants to grab you and make you rest, but seeing you passionate lights something possessive in him.

* Sentomaru doesn’t see your timidity as weakness. In fact, it infuriates him how the world tries to take advantage of it. You smile too softly, speak too gently, and hesitate just a second too long when someone talks over you in meetings. And while everyone else might overlook it, he sees everything. Your downcast eyes when you’re unsure? The little smile you give after being praised? The way you flinch- not from fear, but politeness, when someone brushes too close? He. Sees. It. All.

* If you tell him his feelings are mutual, he freezes. His axe nearly drops. He blushes for the first time in years, then immediately demands to know if anyone else knows, because that’s private. Anyways… He’s yours now. You’re his. And nothing; not sea kings, not warlords, not even Kizaru himself, is going to change that.

NSFW

* No matter how rough things get in the bedroom, and they do get rough with him, Sentomaru is extremely focused on aftercare. He wraps his big arms around you like you’re made of glass and may as well hold you for hours, brushing your hair back and whispering things like, “No one else gets to touch you like this. You hear me? Just me.” The way your timid nature makes you so shy about post-intimacy affection only amuses him, so he keeps you close until you stop squirming.

* Sentomaru isn’t quiet about anything. Least of all sex. He groans, growls and sometimes even swears as he takes you, all while watching your face for every shy twitch and gasp. Your hesitation and flushed cheeks make him lose control.

* He needs to leave marks on you. Bites, bruises, hickeys, wherever he can get away with it. He especially likes leaving them in hidden places that only the two of you know about. “Go on, wear that uniform. Let everyone talk to you like normal, not knowing who you really belong to.” Your meek protests only make him smirk harder.

* He uses his immense strength to pin you down effortlessly, but he's never cruel. He loves seeing your will bend to his voice and body. Every time you whimper and submit, he praises you like you’re the only good thing left in the world.

[lucydixon]

Pelle NSFW Headcanons

Y'all are eating up the Pelle content, so here's some NSFW headcanons to tide you over for now ;)

Warning: P in V, NSFW, Oral, Hand stuff, Period sex

Pelle probably loves eating you out, fingering and fucking you when you’re on your period. By the end of it, there would be blood smeared all over him, and you’d probably have to make him wash it off. The only way to make sure it gets done is to shower together.  

I can see Pelle enjoying quite a bit of biting during foreplay. He’d probably go wild if you bit him hard enough to draw blood. I think he’d be too afraid of hurting you to bite you that hard, but he’d definitely nip at the skin along your neck and chest, although gently. 

Pelle would either be loud as fuck during sex, or almost dead quiet. There would be no in between. 

When he’s loud, it would be carefree moaning, gasps, and groans. This would likely be the case whenever you’re on top. He’d have his head thrown back in bliss, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he held on for dear life, completely overwhelmed by how good it felt. 

However, when he’s on top, Pelle does his best to focus on what he’s doing. Little whines and gasps would leave his lips, maybe some impossible to understand muttering under his breath in his native tongue. 

Either way, I think that he would bury his face into your neck when he came, inhaling sharply, his mouth open in a silent scream, unable to make a sound. 

I think he would be clingy AF for hours every time you had sex. If you weren’t immediately going to bed, he’d follow you around, hugging you from behind and resting his chin on the top of your head. It would probably be the only time he’d actually want to full-on cuddle.  

Would love to draw you naked, even in a non sexual context. He’d be so fascinated by your body and would probably want to examine every inch of your skin, mapping out every little freckle and scar, committing it to memory, or paper. He might even do this while you slept on nights when he couldn’t. The moonlight streaming in through the skylight in his room would be enough for him to be able to see. If you ever woke up while he was doing this, his cheeks would warm, but you wouldn’t be angry. You probably wouldn’t be bothered at all. You’d probably take his hand briefly, pressing your lips to his palm just as a reassurance that it was okay before going back to sleep.

Fucks outside for sure. Not in a public setting, of course. It would be in the woods or a meadow that the two of you found nearby, maybe even a graveyard if the two of you were feeling ballsy. I think that making love to you out in nature would be Pelle’s favorite thing in the world. He’d probably be the most comfortable and confident in this setting and would make eye contact the whole time, staring at you intensely with so much love in his eyes. 

Dividers made by @saradika-graphics

[just-floetcoeur]

Random thoughts on Shad

At 3am and in random order

“I would shun the light, share in evening's cool and quiet. Who would trade that hum of night for sunlight? But whose heart would not take flight? Betray the moon as acolyte on first and fierce affirming sight of sunlight. I had been lost to you, and flew like a moth to you, sunlight. […] Each day, you'd rise with me. Know that I would gladly be the Icarus to your certainty. Strap the wing to me, death trap clad happily. With wax melted, I'd meet the sea under sunlight.”

-Sunlight, Hozier

Doodle of pre divine warrior Shad to retain your attention.

I was just listening to Sunlight by Hozier and thought it partially represent my concept of Shad‘s love for Irene. Because in some way he is the Icarus to Irene’ story. His obsession for Irene’s light and warmth is what caused his downfall.

This is a headcanon of mine -and I’m ignoring the story with Shad’s daughter- that, yes, the betrayal of the divine warriors caused him to go mad but it was only the little drop that tipped the scale. He already had years worth of repressed jealousy for Irene. It’s what caused him to battle her then fall in love with her and made him desire her death.

I use songs a lot as inspiration so I see it kinda like my interpretation of Buy the Stars by MARINA: “You bought a star in the sky tonight because your life is dark and it needs some light. You named it after me […] You bought a star in the sky tonight and in your man-made dark the light inside you died.” He is basically a being of the shadows and he’s been treated like a monster his whole life. So having that bit of light that is Irene is his only life buoy. He cherishes that light but also despises it. Why can’t he be the light in people’s lives? Why does he have to be the darkness? But there is no shadow without light so Irene is both the only thing giving him joy but also the cause of many of his flaws. (I don’t know if that makes sense.) He became obsessed with her, he wants to be her. He wants to be adored and loved. Her choosing to love him was everything to him. The person he admired loved him? Then he must’ve done something right in his life. He would’ve done everything for her. And having her friends betray him because “he was the source of all evil” was just a confirmation that despite everything he had sacrificed for the light, people still saw him as a beast from the dark. I mean compared to Irene who had given up everything to selflessly save this realm, he was nothing. So he came to the conclusion that Irene had to die. The whole world had to be destroyed for ignoring him. “You're buying stars to shut out the light. We come alone and alone we die. […] We don't own our heavens. Now, we only own our hell.” Basically, his pursue of the light is pointless because he relies heavily on the light instead of facing his darkness himself. So as soon as that light turns her back from him, he gives in to the dark.

“I will make this curse my blessing.” The relic was a curse because of the destructive powers it contained but also because it represented all that Shad hated about himself (“destroyer” is quite a negative therm and Shad was desperately trying to stray away from the dark. Also he already had divine powers himself who basically caused everybody to hate him.)

Closing thoughts: The song Skeleton Song by Kate Nash (specifically the Traveller-Feather MAP) and Razia’s Shadow gave me a thought. Irene and Shad are stuck in a never ending cycle of violence that started with love that turned into hate and needs to be returned to love to end. I don’t know exactly how but that’s how I see Shad go from the Shadow Lord to the Judgement in mystreet. (Even though Shad is beyond redemption at this point.)

Brain hurts, need rest

[the-fluff-piece]

I love ace a ton and your stuff is really perfect! Anyway can you please do something on how ace would react to the modern world? Like the pirate ace finds himself in modern world. Like how would he react to phones and cars lol

I @acpola01 , thank you for your fun request! I am sorry it took so long...I hope you still like it! Of course I made it a bit x reader because that's my jam

Ace gets isekai-ed to the modern world - headcanon

Ace fought a really strange uhm...thing(?) that seemed to barf colours that shouldn't exist - until he stepped in a pool of that stuff and fell for a looooong time until he passed out

He wakes up on hard stone. He looks around. Strange. He never heard of such an island - the floor is all paved, the houses are really tall and there's a shitload of people. Since he's still groggy, he'll just follow his nose, stumbling into the small cafè where you work (it smelled too delicious)

He orders almost everything the menu has to offer - until you want to close up and realize that that guy has no money you can put in the register. After a short argument and giving him the slap of his life, he gives in and promises to work off his debt

Since he seems clueless and absolutely adorable, you take care of him. Everything is new to him, like he doesn't know modern electronics at all. You offer him a place on your couch. When you get him to your car, he is at first confused what you want with that tin box. He holds on for dear life when you leave the parking lot and drive your usual speed through the city, but he loves it as soon as you drive through the illuminated streets. Completely silent, he stares and stares, occasionally asking about thinks like traffic lights, neon signs or strange people roaming the streets.

He marvels at your phone - he loves all the things it can do! Especially playing cute animal videos, he'swatching tiktok the whole night, laughing his ass off. "OMG Y/N DID YOU SEE THAT?" he wants to show you EVERYTHING he finds. Your previously well-trained algorithm is ruined.

As soon as he finds the food videos, he drags you to every fast food and trend food restaurant he can think of.

Cinema is one of his favourite activities, he loves superhero movies and science fiction. Even though he often falls asleep, head crashing in his popcorn bucket

He doesn't get public transport though - the subway map is too much for him, he also chats up people sitting next to him, a lot. He always has change for the musicians, because he loves to dance on the poles