#totally not from experience

[dark-elf-writes]

On a scale of 1-10 how crunchy do you think Kirishima’s hair is.

[volfoss]

Pro tip do not put a potato straight out of a 500°oven right in your mouth. It will hurt

[mango-shpango]

dont be aro and a hopeless romantic its not a good mix guys

[abyssalzones]

it's really hard figuring out your gender and sexuality when it's the 1970s and you can't just google "am I transgender quiz"

[demi-romantics]

Truly experiencing the opposite of a gay panic, the aro/ace dread, when I think somebody has a crush on me

[th3e-m4ng0]

med student megatron....

[carrotkicks]

[sends them to school!]

1 : nap time

2 - 4 : dazai asks mori about the family business. for a friend.

5- 8 : dazai's unnamed friends want in on the tea.

[wildflowercryptid]

florian's always struggled to make friends so he didn't really have any back in galar... uh, actually — it might be more accurate is that he USED to have one...

headcanon explanation + bonus under the cut!

like mentioned above, florian has always struggled a lot with making friends. while he's a kindhearted and friendly kid, he can come across as kinda intense to others, ( especially when discussing his interests, ) and that's led to him often being alienated amongst his peers. though he's grown used to being by himself and has learned to not care if others dislike him, he still hopes that he can find at least a few people to connect with outside of his family. it's a hope that's always been present, ever since he was growing up in wyndon.

of course, he wasn't the only loner amongst his childhood peers. around 7 years old, he found a friend in bede fee, who attended the same primary school as him. bede themself wasn't exactly the friendliest kid out there and often had spats with people who made fun of them for their family's low-income status, but florian managed to get them to warm up to him. the two got along pretty well and found comfort in having a friend that seemed to understand them, both being lonely kids who were often picked on by others. after a while, they became pretty much inseparable as they frequently played, read, and laughed together. to florian, it didn't matter that people picked on him just as long as he had bede there to be his friend. bede shared a similar sentiment... at least, at first he did.

admittedly, florian has a habit of resting on his laurels when it comes to things he doesn't have an interest in improving. ( it doesn't matter if he isn't as good of a battler as his sister, all he needs is to be strong enough to keep himself safe during field research. it doesn't matter if he's ostracized amongst his peers and looked down upon, he's alright as long as he has someone to call a friend. etc, etc. ) bede, however, couldn't keep themself from caring about their place in the pecking order. they were sick of others looking down on them, sick of others thinking they were better than them. they just couldn't understand how florian could stand people treating him poorly without getting angry. over time, frustration and resentment towards his attitude festered inside them. these feelings were only exacerbated by their struggles at home and being sent to the orphanage. while they would still call each other friends, their bond had definitely become strained.

everything came to a head when they were both 11 years old, when rose visited bede's orphanage and his acknowledgement caused a major shift in their personality. after all, someone that important seeing their potential surely meant that they better than their peers, right? they soon became much more pompous and rude in nature. florian still stayed close by despite bede's worsening attitude towards him, but it wasn't before long until all of their pent-up feelings came flooding out. their friendship ended with massive fight, with bede telling florian that they were sick of being weighed down by an " annoying pest " like him. while they expected for him to take their cruel remarks in stride like he always did with everyone else, bede couldn't help but feel a little guilty when florian ran off in tears. the two stopped talking after that fight and ever since then, there's always a worry in the back of florian's mind that his friends will eventually get sick of him like bede did. ( thankfully, the friends he's made since then have helped make him feel a lot more secure in their relationships. )

apologies for the long-winded explanation, here's the bonus i promised to make up for how sad this hc got :

the goofy ass side effect of coming up with this headcanon is realizing that they accidentally shaped each others' taste in guys rip

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 184

“Well damn.” 

Jason wrenched his gaze from the mess of red and green spattered across the room, searching for the source of the voice. His head hurt, he wanted his Dad. He wanted Bruce. He… his head hurt. His everything hurt. 

“Honestly, didn’t expect them to find another half-breed. Didn’t think there was another halfa out there…”  

He tore his gaze away from the floor- when had it gotten there- finally finding the other… person? The person giving him an empty smile through some sort of muzzle and missing an entire arm. Well, he couldn’t judge, he’d torn his nails off while digging out of his grave before… this. 

“Hey, kid, don’t sweat it, it’ll grow back,” the man apparently noticed where he was staring, shoulder twitching as he shrugged and more green pouring out. Jason couldn’t stop staring, eyes slipping from the growing pool to the rest of the chains apparently keeping the person on that side of the… room? Cage? Cell? 

“Shit, hey, kid, kid, don’t cry, uh, fuck, shh, kid don’t cry-” the person made a noise, some sort of hum or croon that caused him to relax. To his already brain-damaged confusion. “C’mere, away from the door now, shh…” 

Oh, when had he started to move? It was like he blinked and was stumbling away towards the chained person, practically tripping over a limb before the person managed to catch him. “Ope, oh you’re just a little baby-” a hand, clawed, carefully ran through his hair, tucking him against a rumbling chest that nearly made him tear up again. He wanted Bruce. 

“It’s alright kid, shh, they won’t get you,” the man rumbled, everything about him green to his rapidly closing eyes. Pale skin like a corpse, black scales like rot, hair white like snow, all stained green with blood.  “They’d have to kill me again for that.” 

[bihanapologist]

Sometimes i wonder if bihan's firstborn daughter would throw a fit if someone pointed out that she looks like him (bc i did)

It totally depends on bi-han himself. in the mk1 timeline, he is selfish and focuses entirely on the lin kuei and his goals. with how he treats his brothers, I wouldn't be surprised if he turned out to be an emotionally abusive father.

it's possible he sees his children's worth equivalent to their usefulness to the clan. it doesn't mean he doesn't love his children, it's just he has a convoluted idea of it because of the way he was raised. even if his first child is a girl, he may not push the grandmaster role to the next boy because he may think that his daughter is just as strong as any man since it's his daughter. you notice a lot of his pride in his children is related to his bloodline and the clan, rather than their individuality.

naturally this results in his daughter hating him and trying to be the opposite of him, hating any comparison between herself and her father.

on the other side of the spectrum, I can also imagine bi-han becoming a good father but it depends entirely on his relationship with his spouse. as much as bi-han hates his father, the thing about being raised sucky parents and not having proper therapy is that you're likely to repeat the same mistakes as your parents, which is what is likely to happen.

however, the presence of a loving and understanding spouse may redirect him from that route if he loves them enough to break from his stubborn ways. then I'd say, his daughter would bear more pride whenever she is compared to her father. for previous timeline bi-han I think he would be a good dad no matter what. he would be a typical strict father but not as bad as mk1 timeline bi-han so his daughter would respect him the way kuai liang respects him (that is before he gets noob saiboted).

[triptychgardener]

See I don't really believe there are any broader like. Schema of gender in Homestuck in that makes sense. Including Callie's OG gendering of classes but most others don't have a solid "reason" to them. Breath players tend to lean towards transfeminine to me but that doesn't feel like it's because of Breath and so on and so forth.

Basically the only two principles of gender determination in Homestuck I actually abide by are:

Trans characters can be partially determined in certain cases by examine their relationships to other close characters, forming something like a binary (or more) system. Transmasculine Dirk v. Transfeminine Roxy, Femme Transfeminine Gay Jake English v. Butch Transmasc Lesbian Jane Crocker, my Davepeta+ Gender Chart etc. Characters in Homestuck often model themselves in relation to their friends as we do irl.

Space is nigh-exclusively a transfeminine aspect in Homestuck itself. The job of a Space player is to seize and create their own means of creation and species-level reproduction, usually after being deprived of traditional means of womanhood, motherhood, and reproduction.

[slavhew]

shortly after this john misses his flipflop and lands with his heel straight on the scorching tarmac

[gummiiismiles]

This has been stuck in my head for a few days now

like

if Zelda’s always covered up, then there’s GOTTA be like some tan lines in the weirdest spots, right????

idk i thought it was funny

[kastalani123]

Consider:

Leo Valdez was not born. Instead, two pairs of hands form him from bronze and steel and gold. His hair is copper wires so thin they bounce like natural curls, and his eyes glimmer with silver flakes. The joints of his body are plated so delicately, so perfectly, the segments are near indiscernible, smoothly gliding over each other. Faint traces of fingerprints and flecks of impurity are deliberately left behind for their uniqueness, a form of impossible signature of his creators.

Most importantly, gilded bars curl around each other in his chest, protecting the red-red-red flame that pushes his eyes open everyday, that beats in tune with his thoughts, that heats his body to expand and grow.

A metal child is not so different from a human one, and yet is so far from it at the same time. He is curious, about the world, about himself, and he picks apart toys and TV remotes and his arms, spilling their secrets before his constantly shifting eyes. He does not cry from fatigue or thirst or hunger, but a bump, a dent, a scratch never fail to draw tears. He splashes in the rain and snow, carefully bundled in waterproof coats and jackets, and runs from baths like he's possessed, fire flickering in fear.

The first time he meets someone like him, an endeavour he had long thought hopeless, it is a malfunctioning dragon others call for the death of; he is too unpredictable, too dangerous, too broken. Leo looks him in ever-shifting eyes glimmering with silver and sees himself if the cage in his chest ever bends, cracks, shatters, if the gears beneath his skin ever jam and stick and wear down irreversibly.

It is not golden flowers and godly aid that preserve him; just as he'd done for his twin-in-all-but-appearance, he creates a new body, with new fingerprints and impurities mapping his design. His hair is more bronze than copper, now, and his eyes more gold than brass. The plates of his joints scrape against each other faintly, and the gears of his bones grind together uncomfortably — he only had so much time, so much material to use, he could not polish every element of himself in the way he wished, but it holds together.

Most importantly, he reinforces the cage in his chest, coats it in layers upon layers of metal, to ensure his flame will not go out in the explosion, that Festus will be able to salvage it and lay it gently in the chest cavity carefully carved in his new body, bringing it to life.

He returns to Camp, movements more clunky and mechanical than should be, and his siblings finally pin down his segmented limbs, his shifting eyes, his clicking fidgeting. They are ecstatic, just as fascinated with him as they had been with Festus, and he lets them. He lets them take him apart, piece by piece, clean out the sand of Ogygia from his organs, polish and oil his gears until they glide against each other, press new fingerprints, new signatures of belonging, against his skin.

Most importantly, they craft him a secure, intricate cage, with golden flames licking up the bars, with delicate chains shielding it from the elements, and his flame settles inside it, flickering happily, finally truly, truly comfortable in the cage of his body.

Leo Valdez may not have been born, but he was crafted with the most loving hands imaginable, and is that not so much better, for a son of the Craftsman?

[ludinusdaleth]

i have a lot of thoughts on essek, with long, silver hair. astrid, wearing the robes of an assembly mage. essek who is forever in the shadow of ludinus and yet lets his hair grow long, white, like his mentor's, a resonant echo of him in his youth. astrid adorned in the gear of the man who ruined her life, who she can't shake even when hes gone, who she needs the world to know she usurped. essek grown roughshod, scruffy, dirty & unwashed, a tarnished mirror of his mentor because of the consequences of what he did for him. astrid bearing her scars she knows make folk wince, demanding what she went through be seen every day by those who allowed it, a promise, a threat, a "tarnished" mage in a den of perfect wizards.

to know you will always be associated with your abuser and choosing to say fuck it, to bluntly wear it, to be their more haggard & brutal ghost, to be a wraith who knows your fate of looking like the person who ruined your life and to look like you could haunt them. to destroy their image and make it your own. if their darkness is in you then warp it like they warped you, and make the world know. jump at your reflection in the mirror and force yourself to look at it til you can find it within yourself to love every part of it, even that which represents what destroyed you.

[novodontia]

I just had a thought. What if the reason Noco shippers hardly exist anymore is because they read Slippery Slopes and either were obliterated by it's sheer power, or converted to AleNoah.

(visual representation I made in less than 3 minutes)