#this isn't even headcanon at this point its just cannon

[wineaunt420]

Riddle me this is definitely this man's vocal stim

disagree? Too bad, Eddie is an autistic man with the unnatural super intelligence and his special interest is Puzzles

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hi! I have read through all of your harry metas and I love them!!! And it made me wonder whether you had any personal head-cannons regarding him? Like any unpopular ones that are not mentioned in the books or discussed by the fandom. I found only a precious few posts regarding this matter, so yeah I would like to know yours if u do have any.

Hi, thank you so much! 💕

Honestly, I'm pretty sure I just sprinkled Harry headcanons throughout my various posts but I'll try to comprise a list of some of my headcanons that popped into my head here. As such, these are all my random headcanons about Harry, some have more reasoning behind them than others. So, here are some of them in no particular order:

1. I think Harry is gay (could be demi but I don't think he's interested in women and he is interested in men. Personally, I headcanon him as gay).

I have a whole post about it here, but I don't know how common of an opinion it is since I see mostly bi Harry and not gay ones.

2. I see some fanon Harry's portrayed as very small, but I don't think he is. In my head, he's about 5'11 (by book 7) and in canon, he can lift Mundungus by the throat with one hand so... I think he's pretty fit actually. (Though he's very thin due to malnourishment). He's just always compared to Ron, who is like, ridiculously tall. I also think he was short for his age up until and including book 4. Between books 4 and 5 is when he had his first real growth spurt.

3. I think he was born Master of Death and that a lot of his miraculous survivals are because of that.

4. Harry has ADHD. It's my way to explain his tendency to be very observant of some things and not others, his crazy good selective memory, and his tendency to fail when he starts overthinking. Idk, I have ADHD and I'm getting these vibes from him (or projecting, who knows).

5. In my head, the epilogue isn't canon, so Harry breaks the curse on the DADA position, like, 5 years after the war, and starts teaching it. Until then, McGonagall just made sure to hire teachers only with one year contracts.

6. I headcanon the Potter family had more estate than just the cottage in Godric's Hollow and Harry finds out about them at some point after the war. I mean, they are reasonably rich, have a Wizengamot seat, and had more family members until very recently. They have to have more houses.

7. I think Harry and Kreature actually become friends after the books. I think they could've during the books too, Harry finds Kreature's sense of humor funny even as back as OotP:

“. . . Smells like a drain and a criminal to boot, but she’s no better, nasty old blood traitor with her brats messing up my Mistress’s house, oh my poor Mistress, if she knew, if she knew the scum they’ve let in her house, what would she say to old Kreacher, oh the shame of it, Mudbloods and werewolves and traitors and thieves, poor old Kreacher, what can he do. . . .” “Hello, Kreacher,” said Fred very loudly, closing the door with a snap. The house-elf froze in his tracks, stopped muttering, and then gave a very pronounced and very unconvincing start of surprise. “Kreacher did not see Young Master,” he said, turning around and bowing to Fred. Still facing the carpet, he added, perfectly audibly, “Nasty little brat of a blood traitor it is.” “Sorry?” said George. “Didn’t catch that last bit.” “Kreacher said nothing,” said the elf, with a second bow to George, adding in a clear undertone, “and there’s its twin, unnatural little beasts they are.” Harry didn’t know whether to laugh or not.

(OotP, 107-108)

I just see a lot of sassy potential in their dynamic.

8. Before he was hit with the killing curse, he and Lily had the same eye color, a deep, bright green. After Halloween 1981, Harry's eyes are always the shade of the killing curse, which is similar to before, just slightly lighter and brighter. It's barely noticeable unless in certain lighting, but Sirius was sure he was hallucinating from exhaustion on a few nights in Grimmauld Place where he looked at Harry, and his eyes shined just a little off, a little too brightly, the wrong color for just a moment.

9. He had at least 1 too sexy dream about Tom Riddle, and he never told and never will tell anyone if it's up to him. He tries to pretend it didn't happen tbh.

10. Same as number 9 about Sirius, honestly...

11. His animagus form would be a Raven. (Although I can see a few other forms as possible as well)

12. Sometimes, when I draw Harry, I add a little white streak of hair from his scar because I think it looks cool. Also, white hair and death connotation, so, yeah. I'd like to think that the white tuft became larger after he died and came back in the forest.

13. I usually imagine his scar going down through his eyebrow to around his right eye, basically I like it when Harry is very obviously and clearly marked by the killing curse. Unfortunately, canon contradicts this by him being able to cover the scar with his hair, and Snatchers in Deathly Hollows believed him to not be Harry Potter when he made shit up, so the scar probably isn't that noticeable. I'd like to think it is larger with very few lines going below his forehead, and just very very pale and almost invisible when Tom isn't angry over something.

14. He's short-sighted. Aka, his glasses are for looking at things far away, and if he wants to read, he can do so without the glasses, assuming he's holding the page close enough to his face. Actually, contrary to fanon opinion, I think Harry can see without his glasses, it's just really hazy, but if you stand close enough he would recognize you without his glasses. His sight isn't that bad.

15. I think throughout the series, his wardrobe slowly becomes more wizardy (and it could be really cool to implement something like that in the TV show). Basically, in year 1, he's always wearing his school robes over Dudley's muggle clothes, but through the years, he ends up buying random wizard clothing artifacts. So, in later years, he occasionally wore jeans under his robes, but sometimes he wore wizarding shirts. Sometimes, in books like 4 or 5, he could wear muggle sneakers with a casual wizarding robe on the weekend. Like, idk, I like the idea of this gradual change in his wardrobe and by book 7 when they are actively on the run from the ministry he's finally really looking the part of a wizard, but he isn't part of their society because of the war. Like, I just like this arc to his fashion that I made up in my head.

16. The one thing I might agree with the epilogue on in my headcanoned future, is that Harry declines going back for 8th year. Except in my head, he doesn't immediately go to Auror training, instead, he tries to take some time to figure his life out after everything, realizes he wants to go back to Hogwarts and that he doesn't know how to just sit down after 17 years of running on adrenalin and he ends up returning to the optional 8th year like 3 months late.

17. Harry's patronus is never going to change. He isn't going to allow that piece of his father to die, so I don't think it would change.

18. Like what I mentioned above about his eyes being just slightly off from Lily's eye color, I think his resemblance to James is like that too (and the books support me on this). In SWM Harry mentions how James has a longer nose than him and a different eye shape, and I think if you looked closely at James and Harry side by side, you'll see more and more of these differences. They look the same when you don't think about it, but once you look, they don't look like carbon copies of each other at all. I think Harry has James' eyebrows and jaw structure though.

19. For some reason, I headcanon Harry was born on the evening. Like, around 7 or 8. I really don't know why.

20. Harry doesn't know it, but he is attractive. I mean, I'm not sure I mentioned it, but girls in books 5 and 6 start looking at him, and sure, he is the Boy-Who-Lived, but if he wasn't attractive there wouldn't be that many attempts to dose him with love potion. Also, he is the son of James and Lily, so the potential there is high.

21. I'd like to think he keeps the ability to speak Parseltongue even after Voldemort dies and the Horcrux is gone. I like to think the Horcrux wasn't the only reason he could speak it. Like, in my headcanon, Lily is a descendant from a Gaunt family squib line and that's why Voldy's soul triggered the Parseltongue gene that was already there. So, in my version of the books in my head, Harry could still speak it even after book 7.

Like, these are the ones I could think of off the top of my head.

[cherrirui-official]

Friendlocke Violet Gijinkas (Part 7/7)

HOLY SHIT CHAT THE FINAL THREE WE'RE HERE WE'RE IN THE ENDGAME RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!! /POS

All gijinkas linked below (in order of canon catch order) vvv

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six)

!! These will contain personal headcanons I have for the cast, little fun facts, and also spoilers for Friendlocke Violet (for both the edited vids and the streams) !!

@saltydkart-reblogs

Designs under the cut!

COOKIE:

If you aren't born with immortality, then there are ways to take it from those who were. However, you must make sure that you don't mess up when doing so. If you do, then you better PRAY that the other party is merciful to you… whoever Cookie messed with wasn't so merciful.

Cookie has been around for at least a century. Years ago, he was cursed to age rapidly, with the only thing that can temporarily reverse his aging being the blood of other pokemon. When Peppy found him he was only a week old, take that information with what you will.

Cookie's name came from the fact that he loved to bake before he was cursed. Now he's far to busy to pick it up as a hobby again.

Luke was the one that gave Cookie his IPad as a gift, much to the dismay of Sara. He likes to watch anything he can find on there along with Puppie (though they stuff they watch is moderated of course). Cookie has never once let go of that IPad.

Cookie is very quick to learn things, but his attention span can be a little short at times. No shame in that!

Cookie has only ever had two fears: death and fires.

DA CHEFF:

Da Cheff has his very own restaurant! However it is impossible to to go there without flying... huh.

Da Cheff can speak in multiple languages, this is good for customers who don't primarily speak english.

The horns on his head can switch between horns and wings, it depends on the day.

Most of his cooking materials was made by Da Cheff himself! Of course, only the best chef needs the best cooking utensils, and only Da Cheff knows how the best utensils should be made. He won't take anything less.

Has horrible eyesight, he needs to keep his glasses on at all times, otherwise he won't be able to see at all.

Very VERY harsh when it comes to critiquing others' cooking. So harsh to the point that everyone agrees that it's best to just let Da Cheff cook for everyone rather than vice versa. Thankfully Da Cheff is more than happy to cook for his friends!

PUPPIE:

Puppie isn't computer-savy, to say the least, however she is really good when it comes to modern phones. She even has one herself!

Wears her raincoat at all times because she doesn't like getting rainwater all over her.

It is unknown why Puppie was alone when the others found her, especially when she comes from a HUGE family of bellibolts, but she doesn't seem to be too upset over that. Or rather she just doesn't dwell too much on it. Who knows?

Her ears and tail are little lights that can float around. She likes placing her ears over her raincoat hood because "she looks like a frog!"

A fan of TONS of different celebrities, from Ariana Grande to Hatsune Miku. Ask her about any of them and you WILL be forced to listen to her ramble on about said celebrity.

Her favorite move, Zap Cannon, is exactly what it says on the tin. Yup, Puppie owns a cannon (well, its more of a rocket launcher than a cannon... but whatever) and knows how to use it. Thanks Pastey.

AND WITH THAT I'M DONE!! YEAAAAH!! If ur here then thank you so much!! I put a lot of work into these so it makes me very happy to see people enjoy my funny little gijinkas for the funny pokemon rp series lol! It genuinely means a lot to me :]

This isnt the last time im posting abt friendlocke tho haha. Be on ur toes. Be ready. /silly

[mistfallengw2]

18, 20, 27 and 29 for Aurelia?

oc asks that reveal more than you think

18. Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

I mean, she's a charr so the use of her tongue is a bit of a given when "kissing". [Headcanon time: the concept of "kiss" was not a thing for charr due to the lack of proper lips to "kiss" with, and was later sort of "imported" after more peaceful contacts with other races that have actual lips, yet never taken that seriously. The charr equivalent of kissing between mates is rubbing muzzles together and licking each other, so tongues meeting is not uncommon. That said, licks are exchanged during reciprocal grooming with anyone close enough, and bumping heads is a common affectionate or comforting gesture between warband members or friends. Overall, context matters.]

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20. What do they like that nobody else does?

It has been thoroughly tested by Dragon's Watch that: 1. she will always accept to finish your food when you ask her, no matter what it is. 2. if asked, she will say she likes it, even when she makes the funniest faces while eating (certain unripe fruits are a guarantee for it). 3. any sort of strong spices will never bother her for long, not more than the things they've seen her sample.

When asked about it, she just shrugged it off as her experiences in the Mists having changed her perspective on food, not really elaborating any further.

[Basically, like any good Pact Commander, Aurelia can eat whatever and not die from it, with the boon of having magical self-regen on top of it.]

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27. Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

It's... complicated, and one of the themes that filled her many restless nights after EoD.

Forgiveness isn't something taught to charr cubs, not outside of the necessary cases to keep soldiers from killing each other over nothing. The thirst for vengeance comes easy to her people, and it is as good of a weapon as a sword or a cannon when pointed in the right direction. Aurelia had eagerly accepted Glint's offer to take revenge on the Elder Dragon that had done so much irreparable damage before she fell into the portal, further pushed by the fear of what could have happened in her absence. It felt right, at the time, forgiveness was not an option.

The thing about vengeance, however, is that it's tiresome, if not all-consuming. It leaves so much destruction in its wake, and one mistake is enough to get caught in it. Aurelia never really recovered from the exhaustion following her experiences in the Mists, but there was no space for forgiveness with Zhaitan, nor with Mordremoth. It was a fight of self-defense against nature itself, but no Tyrian went into the fight without an inkling of thirst for vengeance, and it never took long for it to grow into hate. Aurelia felt that hate so many times, not just for each civilian or soldier she had seen fall, but also for her warband brother turned into a shambling creature, for the pain of those who looked up to her to find a solution, and for every single scratch parting her son' fur. Vengeance felt right once again, and she kept going, fueled by it, feeding into it. The irony wasn't completely lost on her, but she had no choice.

Then Aurene's egg, her hatching, seeing her grow... Aurelia doesn't know when exactly, but things shifted towards the hope she brought, towards a possible alternative to simple vengeance, because she was proof not all dragons were like that. Aurelia used to be Goredragon once, and she had changed her name not long after her son was born, albeit for different reasons. The Gore name had remained since then, but it had started to feel heavier than the dragonling that had become her daughter, so she changed her name again, this time for that reason as well. Burn it, they had to protect the twin elder dragons when they realized that the Pact's vengeance was, well, actually really bad for everyone.

But vengeance still was the only option that seemed available. Kralkatorrik's last moments had made Aurelia wish with all of herself for a way to forgive Aurene's grandfather and spare her the pain, but it had to be done, and something within her still wanted it. The Twins struggled against the cycle that chained and dragged them deeper into the same consuming madness, and Aurelia wished for anything but vengeance until the last moment, if anything, to spare their Champions. In their miraculous survival, one asked for forgiveness for his necessary recklessness and vengeance, the other lashed out and doubled down on the choices he decided were destiny. And in the end, Soo-Won never forgave herself, slowly consumed along with her children by the mindless vengeance of the nothingness she tried to stop. Vengeance was part of the cycle, forgiveness was just a wish in it, something to beg for after the fact at most, and it was all out of mortals' hands. They just... survived.

Aurelia mulled over that a lot, and yeah, for all the hate and hopes she had over the years, every action she had taken was ultimately for survival, her own and the world's, no matter how she thought of it. Now that the cycle is no more, she wants to believe that forgiveness will come easier, that it has to in times of peace. It sorta worked with the kryptis, right?

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29. What recurring dreams do they have?

Aurelia doesn't exactly have recurring dreams or nightmares, but one thing that sometimes shows up often is the corruption she had encountered during her time in the Mists, when [redacted] and she barely escaped it. As for what it is, she can't describe it, her mind blocks it again the moment she wakes up, but it happens often enough for her to never forget it.

[acoldghostlypresence]

An exhaustingly long list of California Slim and Alcatraz headcanons

General:

In the Epithet universe everyone speaks one global language, but in RSR they introduced the concept of old world languages to justify Cragior's accent. This isn't cannon but I'm adopting it purely so that Slim can swear a people in old world Italian.

I've also decided the boys are from Island country because of course they are, its themed around the mafia for fucks sake. Specifically they're from an island called Chaparral since California doesn't exist in the Epithet universe.

•Most criminals will reconsider robbing you if you claim to have an epithet so the fact that Cal and Al specialise in cleaning up inscribed makes them very sought-after. They have a very consistent cash flow but still live like Daniel Dancer, childhood financial insecurity will do that too you.

Alcatraz:

Al is like 2 degrees of separation away from a living statue and acts like it. He's almost incapable of being bored, he'd be perfectly fine standing dead still on display for years at a time (though he'd probably still prefer to be doing something other than that), and though he can't sleep, at night when there's nothing for him to be doing he will go dormant in this manner to conserve energy.

On a related note he doesn't emote much naturally, but he intentionally exaggerates his reactions when around people because he doesn't want to seem intimidating. A 6 foot something suit of armour with no facial features is hard to read after all.

Since he never actually sleeps or looses consciousness when Slim's asleep and Al's left in the hotel alone Slim leaves the comedy channel on for him. Its the only channel that will be reliably showing the same thing all night and not suddenly leave Al unable to change the channel when a scary movie comes on. As a side effect its the cause of Al's interest in stand up comedy.

Isn't technically made of any metal, he's pure magic pretending to be a suit of armour. If you pointed an industrial magnet at him it wouldn't affect him at all until he turned around and noticed it was there, similarly Ramsey's powers only work on him if Ramsey announces what he's trying to do so that Al know how to play along. He also forgets he's supposed to rust for months at a time only to step in a puddle and be stiff and struggling to move a hour later.

To be clear this isn't something he can control, it's pure epithet instinct to fit into people's perception of him. This is also why he's randomly Scottish.

Part of the reason he's so willing to go along with Slim's bullshit is because of how he lost Bev. He's not about to let down another sibling even if that means compromising his morals.

Even though Alcatraz the sentient moral compass didn't exist until after Bev died, Alcatraz the magic suit of armour very much did. Bev would ask Slim to summon him just so she could play dolls with him, he'd always be the knight that had gotten into trouble on his noble quest and she'd be the princess who'd have to go out to save him. Al remembers every single one of the adventures even the ones Slim wasn't present for.

When Slim was available for these play dates he'd be the dragon Al need saving from.

California Slim

As much a Slim never wants to admit to ever having relied on his epithet, he was still using it for the first 17 years of his life and that experience still does colour his image of himself.

Most notably Al has healing abilities which means at some point Slim had healing abilities, healing abilities that allowed him to shrug off injuries that would have sent other kids to the hospital. That combined with his naturally high pain tolerance means he regularly neglects to seek medical attention when he should because he thinks he shouldn't need it.

Hospitals are where you go when you are weak and vulnerable! And Slim's never vulnerable and especially not weak, in fact he's strong as hell! He can take anything! He can handle himself just fine! He knows first aid!

The list of medical issues he's currently ignoring includes:

Chronic nose bleeds. Al came out his nostril and permanently fucked it up a bit, plus his high blood pressure means even sneezing can set him off on a bad day.

High blood pressure. Canonically he straight up doesn't believe the doctor who told him this, quote: "If my blood really was pressurised theoretically I could just slit my wrist and use it to squirt blood at people." He should probably be taking medication for that, or at least cutting back on smoking.

Fatigue. The stamina cost for his abilities and Al's come out of the same stamina pool and being the one with a physical body Slim's the one who feels that harder. He's constantly tired and running on coffee and spite. The switch from "night shifts" to the strictly regimented prison lifestyle is not helping.

He's lost all hearing in his mauled ear. He's been successfully ignoring this the longest but it's becoming increasingly evident he needs hearing aids. He needs the captions on for everything and regularly struggles to keep up with conversations, he's only been going out at night for ages now just to avoid big, overwhelming crowds that make it impossible for him to tell where a sound is coming from. Any attempts to bring this up to him are quickly shut down, it's sunk costs at this point.

He's always either completely apathetic to everything and won't move from his hotel for days or extremely switched on and ready to fight anything and everything that moves. The only consistency between these two moods in his putting off eating to a nebulous later that never comes.

One day in the future a treasure hunter will dig up California Slim's buried mafia treasure and they will find a metal box filled completely with old baseball cards and cool novelty knives he's never used.

There's a betting pool in the prison based around guessing Slim's real name, the punchline is that California is his real name. He's actually been introducing himself as California, Slim (as in "Hi I'm California, most people call me Slim") and everyone just misheard him. Slim is unaware of the confusion.

His full name is California Holmby Hills, Holmby Hills being the neighbourhood right next to Beverly Hills to keep with the theme.

When Bev was alive Slim would be the one to do her hair, he'd do her bow up every morning before breakfast. As a adult Slim only wears a tie specifically to have something to put a knot in while he waits for the coffee to boil.

[tamamonomaes]

The reason I said "maybe I'm misinterpreting your words" is because I wanted to give you an out because I don't like to assume ill will of people, unlike you who accused everyone with a headcanon of being a misogynist. But now you're accusing me of misinterpreting your words while ALSO ADMITTING to what I accused you of. "The point of this enforcing of "woman asking for it" comes from if caenis' trauma response worked -- which trans men ENABLE" You literally JUST said trans men enable rape by head cannoning an anime horse as trans masc. I promise you no headcanon is ever that serious. And you're even saying that's if their response DOES work which you've said it doesn't, so this enabling it isn't even relevant in the first place. And the worst part is that if you were saying that all trans caenis headcanons were bad it wouldn't be AS bad, you'd still be WRONG but you wouldn't a hypocrite, but no what you're saying is its ONLY trans men perpetuate rape culture. Literally every criticism you have about trans masc Caenis can also be applied to nonbinary Caenis, like you even said in the tags that trans masc caenis was fetishistic like no one has ever fetishised a nb character ever, like have you SEEN what people say about astolfo? Whether you are doing it subconsciously or consciously you DO have a bias that trans men are sexual deviants that you just don't apply to non binary people and that's coming from someone who is nonbinary! And yeah I'm sure there are people who fetishise trans characters but I think the majority of people who hc as trans are trans people themselves. And by the way, I actually WASNT calling you a transphobe but now I sure as hell think you're one with "trans masc hc enable rape" and "only trans masc hc's can be fetishism." You've said trans people can be transphobic so you should have no problem with being told that you are!

And don't even bother with the "Oh so you're saying SA victims can't show skin!" Bullshit. Caenis is a FICTIONAL character who can't make the choice to show skin because they aren't real, they wore those clothes because their creator WANTED them to, not because they CHOSE to, and in canon they wear a bikini 100% of the time. That's completely different from a victim choosing to show skin, no one irl decides to ALWAYS wear a bikini. And I don't even have a problem with fanservice, I just don't think it was the right choice for Caenis who chose to live as a man because of trauma to endanger themselves like that and I also said that because I thought they might have dysphoria. At least when I reach I acknowledge it, what you just said was utter bs.

You're the one who's saying caenis can only be nonbinary, not me, yet the ones who's saying only they can be right is me? You're outta your mind. And, by the way, I think your criticism that hcing caenis is a trans man ties transness to misogyny IS smart criticism that needs to be talked about, I just don't like you saying that trans men wanting to see themselves in media gets women raped and I NEED you to understand that non binary hcs aren't immune to that.

I am DONE with this. I don't want to subject my followers to this anymore. If you can't see how insane you're being then there's just no point talking to you cause I can't get through to you. You keep wanting to make this a discussion about Caenis's gender when it's about letting people hc what they want. I said nothing wrong and all you've done is misinterpret my words while complaining about me doing the same.

Takes like this are so exhausting. I get so tired of people saying a character can't be x kind of trans because they're canonically x kind of trans when fate characters are all thrown under this vague umbrella term of "gender unknown" meaning literally everything is down to personal interpretation. How is having an inconsolable relationship with gender a uniquely nonbinary experience anyway? Maybe some trans masc people have trauma themselves and projecting onto caenis is how they cope, how is that hurting anyone? Literally shut up.

[luna-rainbow]

I've always wondered how different things would have been if Steve had died at the end of CACW. Like, during the fight with Tony, Tony either kills him during his temper tantrum or Steve dies somehow taking a hit for Bucky. Bucky escapes, gtfo with T'Challa, and they're the ones that get the other Avengers out of the prison.

Obviously the writers would never do that because it would take Tony down a path that he really wouldn't be able to come back from and it would be much harder to argue that he isn't a villain in the movie then. But it would have been interesting to see how things would have played out.

Thanks for the interesting ask. I think this deserves a fanfic of its own. We're going to assume for the purpose of this that there is no MCU/Disney boss and the characters will act according to what they believe in.

Firstly, I would be very, very curious what path this takes Bucky down. The timing of Steve’s death here would catch him at his most mentally vulnerable. My headcanon for post-CACW Bucky is that Steve is the one who grounded him, coaxed him to go through healing, and gave him a sense of purpose. At that point in time the only person he trusts is Steve, and I think without Steve, there is a strong chance Bucky won't accept an offer to heal in Wakanda for two reasons - he doesn't trust anyone (especially if Tony - Steve's alleged friend - kills Steve), and he doesn't want to give himself time to heal.

Regardless of what flavour you want to interpret Steve and Bucky's relationship, I think at the very least Bucky will feel (especially if Steve dies protecting him) obliged to continue Steve's legacy. I'm not talking about taking up the shield, because I think (disregarding the BS in TFATWS) Bucky's feelings about the symbol of Captain America is just as complicated as Sam's. It allowed the world to see Steve as the hero Bucky knows he is, but it has also attracted a lot of danger and unfair criticism, and the shield was a propaganda symbol for an institution that frequently disregarded not only Steve's personal wishes, but also his personal integrity.

I feel like there is a strong chance that Bucky will respond to Steve's death in a very destructive way both externally and internally. He may choose to hold back from lashing out at Tony, or he may try and fail to kill Tony. I think he will want to continue Steve's fight against "bullies", but he’s likely to challenge people and institutions that even Steve took a softer approach with (because Steve was planning for a future with the Avengers looking at you EG). There is nothing left to lose, and he doesn't have a future to look forward to. Will he go and tear down the CIA? Or other powerful organisations that had made use of Hydra? Or become a rogue anti-establishment vigilante altogether?

I feel like T’Challa or Sam would quickly rein him in — not because they have to help him heal but simply because a loose cannon would be a threat for the rest of the Avengers. With Steve gone, what's left is Wanda, Nat and Bucky, who all have fairly non-pacifist ways of dealing with problems. I think they will naturally want Sam to be their leader because they know he's the one with the tempering voice and level mind. I don't know that Sam will want to take up the Captain America mantle at this point, not when the CIA and Ross were responsible for creating this mess in the first place, and not to forget that at this point the CIA has already restarted work on the super soldier project likely from Isaiah's samples.

As an aside, I'm not sure how Scott and Clint will respond to Steve's death. I think they will both become even more disillusioned with the system that tried to destroy them when they were doing the right thing. But even if they wanted to stay with the Avengers, I think Sam will convince them to go back to their families. I think it's also likely that Vision would defect if he finds out Tony killed Steve.

T'Challa may feel a more urgent need to bring Wakanda into the world stage if Captain America is down. I wonder if Nakia will work more closely with the Avengers. The remaining Avengers will need some way of accessing information, money, accommodation, etc. Natasha will have her ways, but Nakia will also have the added network of the Dora Milaje, technology and money behind her, and I feel like their goals also align.

And lastly, Tony. (Please stop reading if you hate or love Tony because I'm fairly neutral about him)

I think if Steve dies, his relationship with this half of the Avengers is unsalvageable. The divide wouldn't be only ideological, but deeply personal as well, not just for Bucky but for Sam and for Wanda and Nat, who both had good relationships with Steve (Nat also seemed to have a good relationship with Tony so I think she will be very torn by the situation). There's probably going to be a lot of anger and denial, and to be fair, he would also be trying to come to terms with his parents' deaths. I do feel his coping mechanism would be quite self-destructive. It's possible that his hatred of Bucky would actually deepen because he would blame Bucky for forcing him to kill Steve. I'm not trying to be unjust to Tony, but I think his characteristic coping mechanism is to build a little fortress of self-belief and angry righteousness, because this would save him from having to unpack all the trauma inside -- the grief, the guilt, the helplessness, the sense of betrayal (however misplaced it is), the regret. Most of Tony's life was building iron casings around himself to hide from dealing with complex emotions, and I think he's unlikely to allow himself to be empathetic towards Bucky in particular, but maybe not even the rest of the Avengers.

From the other side, I also think it's quite unlikely that either Sam or Bucky would forgive Tony. Neither of them might be after revenge, but I think the pain would be so deep that there's no way they could work with Tony again.

What would be even more interesting is how the world responds to this. No doubt mainstream media would try to paint Steve as a criminal -- and in fact, this might be what pushes Tony into feeling any sort of empathy for Team Cap, because at the end of the day he still respected Steve, and Steve didn't deserve to be written like that by the news. There will be staunch supporters who refuse to believe what's reported in the media, and some might even confront Tony about this and ask him if he feels guilty. The American military may try to bring forward the anointment of a new Captain America, and this time Sam and Bucky would have no obligation to even be polite about it.

[shini--chan]

OKAY IMAGINE THIS - by some mirracle, s/o get teleported back in time to the pirate era and suddenly just drops from the sky as Antonio and Arthur are battling! Everything comes to a halt because a friggin woman fell from literally nowhere - Arthur is quicker and he captures s/o first, DEMANDING to know where she is from, how did she get here. Poor s/o tries to tell him the truth but it just isn't working. How stupid do you think Arthur is, huh?! He's not buying what you're selling love! (1/?)

Oh blazes, my dear. You’re trying to seduce me into writing a novel for you, correct. Well, not today (sadly) so I’ll be going ahead with my usual mixture of headcanons and snippets. Also, to everybody out there: Requests are still being accepted – I just can’t bring myself to close my ask box.

Also, I wanted to write Arthur’s and Antonio’s lines in an older English, but then I remembered what it was like having to read books from the 19th century for school and decided not to inflict the torture upon you.

Yandere Love Triangle: England vs Spain (Historical Pirate AU!)

As mentioned in the ask, you would be minding your own business, more or less, when you would suddenly be granted two of the wishes many harbour in their hearts: to time travel and have an adventure. Unfortunately for you, that wouldn’t happen with a forewarning and you wouldn’t have any chance to blend in. I wouldn’t say the battle would completely stop – with all the smoke and gunpowder and bangs going on only those close by would have a chance noticing.

Antonio was having a wonderful day. Yes, extremely wonderful. Life on the ship had been very good as of late, supplies running high and spirits even higher. They were reaching their climax now, with Spain showing England the business ends of sword and cutlas and cannon. It was a fitting sort of revenge being able to rob the lilly-livered bastard after he had stolen so much Spanish silver and gold.

The runt in question was baring his teeth and snarling like a cornered dog while their blades were interlocked, when Antonio heard a loud crash from behind England. It was probably just part of the ruckus of a sea battle, yet something – his fantastic intuition most likely – advised him to take a look. Of course, making the other combatant to move just how he wanted proved to be tricky, because Arthur had always been an uncooperative like blight and liked to fight dirty.

Yet he wasn’t a famed duellist for nothing. The sight that caught his attention when he got the opportunity to see it nearly caused him to lose an arm due to inattention. Men of both sides had briefly abandoned the battle to crowd around a failing figure that was desperately trying to free itself from a tangle of nets and torn sails. The onlookers whispered amongst themselves. The chorus of voices only grew louder when a very confused woman.

He found himself remarking: “It seems like you’ve finally started to develop a good taste in bed mates. Say, when did that happen, fishy. I always thought that you’d have luck to get a starved old tramp to warm your bed.”

“Shut up, Anthony!”, came the immediate reply, proving that the island nation wasn’t aware about what he was playing at. “Let’s not get on about you. Or should I tell your precious monarch about what you do in the stables when all the servants are gone?”

Pathetic little weasel. Enraged, Antonio brought the hilt of his sword down on that pale, cruel face and busted a pair of thin lips. “You should guard yourself from spreading lies, English pigdog. Or else the Almighty himself will smite you.”

Naturally, being the cunning demon he was, England used the opening Spain had provided him to barrel into him and send him flying overboard and into the sea.

That action would be quick to turn the tides, especially with so many men coming to aid their captain and help him out of water. This would result in Arthur then discovering you on his ship, probably when his first mate would rush to him and explain that a very strange women in a strange get-up had just suddenly appeared on the ship.

England would go and investigate and discover you surrounded by his crew, each of them having different responses to your presence and hence causing quite a commotion. He too would find you utterly alien – in your attire, in your mannerisms, even in your speech. But Arthur would be ever the pragmatic and reason that there would have to be another explanation to your appearance, one that doesn’t include miracles. But because he wouldn’t have either the time or the head space to deal with you at the moment, he’d have to thrown in the brig with strict orders to leave you alone. That would also be a way for him to torture you and force you to wallow in your worries and terrors.

The brackish water of the brig had long since made your feet wet, cotton soaks completely soaked through and chilling you. The stench it all emitted, and Arthur’s relentless questioning only further enhanced your discomfort.

He was prowling in front of your cage-like cell, like a tiger in the zoo. Only that he didn’t want to break out, rather that he was being continuously tempted to drag you out of your cell and onto the deck to be flogged for your insolence.

“At every turn you say to me that you’re from the future and that you don’t know how you came here”, he rehearsed the main points of your conversation with him. There had been a snarl on his face the whole time throughout the interrogation, his anger only making his voice curl tightly around the vowels and roll the r’s harder until you had to strain to understand him.

Mutely you nodded – you yourself had come to the conclusion that he understood you better when you kept your words simply, underlay them with gestures and expressions and spoke slowly.

In return, England shook his head and spat: “I do not believe you. Going backwards in time is impossible, it only goes forward.”

In any other situation you would have been inclined to agree with him. But you were living proof that there were glaring exceptions to that rule. Having unexpectedly landed in a long-gone era, you had first found yourself desperately grappling with your new reality. You had pinched yourself and read the letters on crates and barrel and closed your eyes and read them again to see if anything had changed – everything to assure yourself that you were dreaming.

You weren’t, nor had you taken any psychedelics, so this was painfully, gruesomely real. A fact that Arthur wasn’t excepting even with evidence right past the tip of his nose.

“Then how do you explain the ripped sails then? How do you explain my strange clothes?”, you questioned him. Then, after a brief pause, you asked: “How do you explain that I know who and what you are?”

You knowing that he was a personification of a budding Empire was a sore spot for him and made him even more suspicious of you. Something that was now backfiring on you.

He waved your words off with evident irritation and countered: “There are more reasonable explanation for all of that. That you’re a spy from a foreign country for example.”

Arthur would never cease with side-eying you and constantly be on the look-out for more logical explanations for your otherness. He would find them as well. Yet there would always be a little voice in the forefront of his mind nagging him that you are telling the truth and that he was wasting the opportunity of the millennia by blowing your words in the wind.

Those doubts would be the main reason he would keep you alive, along with his quest to extract the “truth” from you. However, there would be times when he would be tempted to fetch those thumbscrews from his quarters to see if you’d crack under pressure. Yet he would still restrain himself.

That wouldn’t mean your stay on his ship would be pleasant. You’d constantly be wet and cold, with rats crawling around the brig and your meals being a near inedible gruel that would be set aside for you.

Therefore, it would be an absolute relief when Spain would swoop in to rescue you. It would be an even greater wonder when he would actually listen to you and take into consideration what you would say.

“Tell me if I’ve got this right: In the future, you don’t send letters anymore that take months to reach another country. Instead, you send messages from small machines which the other person can read only after a few seconds, no matter how far away they are”, Antonio summed up what you had just cautiously explained to him.

You had been so shy when he had taken you aboard his vessel, so afraid he would just maltreat you like Arthur had. It had taken its time for him to convey that he was different from that godless brute, that he was civilized and patient. He wouldn’t disregard miracles and let them slip through his fingers. It had taken its own sweet time to coax you into telling the truth, but now you were sitting across him in his quarters, nodding enthusiastically.

“More or less, yes. There is a lot more to that, but that is the start of it”, you affirmed his words. You were relieved that you finally had somebody to talk to in this time were you previously had nobody. The food being served helped you weigh yourself into safety – fresh fruit and other perishable treats, an absolute luxury onboard a ship with a sizable crew. Indeed, you were becoming so comfortable with your host, your lifeline at this point, that you were betraying things about your future that you otherwise wouldn’t have.

And wasn’t yet about detail concretely concerning him, but you would both get there eventually. Spain was sure of that.

Meanwhile you didn’t notice the hungry gleam in his eyes when he purred: “Fascinating, my dear. What else can these things do?”

Being a Catholic, Antonio would be far more inclined to believe you on the time-traveling thing. He would also add two and two together on your strange clothes and their material, not to mention your different attitudes and behaviours and realise that you would be telling the truth. He would treat you kindly as a way of getting you to talk to him, eventually becoming the only person you could trust.

He would guard you jealously and ensure that you would only speak to him – having knowledge of the future would be a right he would reserve for himself alone. It would also cause him to become obsessed with you, keeping you in his quarters or leading you onto the deck at night for short walk. Of course, he would paint the whole isolating thing as he keeping you safe, saying that Arthur was after you.

The argument with Arthur would have far more validity then Antonio would even imagine. The wisdom that you don’t know what you really have until you lose it would be especially true in his case. It would finally dawn upon him that you were telling the truth the whole time and that would lead Arthur to beat himself up over it. A pursuit to recapture you would ensue.

Not to mention that it would make his blood boil to think that Spain would be courting you, persuading you to tell him everything he could ever want to know about the future. Besides  being a threat to his future existence and ongoing success, England would like to have all that knowledge himself and for himself only. Knowledge is power, after all.

Arthur would also miss you for your wit and endurance, fantasizing and dreaming of you to the point of obsession and never quitting his chase for you.