#twc headcannons

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do yall have any headcanons for the detective's grandparents? The only thing we actually know about them is that they live far away and not much else so

[therealslimshakespeare]

ppl might not like me for this, but my headcannon for Jo has alot of the same qualities Ida does (extremely capable, brave, badass) and I don't think that's any coincidence on Bucky's part that he married her. I think after being so close to Ida, he wasn't really sure about other women but then met Jo and she's like Ida's cool twin and he just feels so at home with her right away.

In the au of Bucky and Ida being together, I think his brand of over the top expressions of love and complete fearlessness would actually be so positive in her journey of trying to overcome her trauma (not downplaying my respectful king Rosie btw) but I know from personal expereince sometimes when you are so uncertain about your own approach, it is a big relief to just be safe in the hands of someone who loves you so much and you feel so safe with, that you open up more quickly than you expect on some things

TWC SNEAK PEAK BELOW

Ugh I feel so seen!! These correspond very much with my own sentiments! I love Jo and she will be so loved by Bucky but there’s no untangling how very connected Ida and Bucky both are even when they marry other people. And that’s one reason A Wedding and A Willy is probs my fave installment so far.😭

Here my darling, you earned yourself a rough draft sneak peak from one of Ida and Rosie’s intimacy journey fics, the Nine times she thought she was ready and the one time she was…

Ida came to in a flash, a snarl, a fist to a nose and a jab of her elbow to his ribs. Rosenthal backed off her like a man possessed, flailing back onto his haunches just shy of the edge of the carpet, waiting warily as his wife shook herself in shock.

His nose was bleeding where she’d struck him, she’d done that after welcoming him, “Oh god Robert I’m sorry-“ she cried, horrified and feeling jitters begin to descend, the whole thing too jarring to be processed.

He had been inside her! Inside her at last! And she’d gone and ruined it. Now she knew every part of that cabin in the fable was false, through and through.

She wasn’t alright at all.

Her own arms came up to cradle herself, she rocked back and forth on the carpet, hearth warm at her back and her skirt tucked back to her shins. She’d struck him and yet she was the one crying, it was pathetic. “Robert, I’m sorry, so sorry.” she begged, if only he had moved, fucked her truly, no choice, no hesitancy. She wept afresh, knowing she didn’t want that, knowing he’d never do that, hating and loving him all the same for how hopeless that made the whole scenario. “I thought i was getting better.” she tried to explain, there wasn’t anything to explain except that she’d like him to force her. She couldn’t say that aloud. She didn’t want that. She was angry he wouldn’t try. She hated herself. “Your nose-“

“-I’m going to be fine.” he cut in, almost harsh how clipped and businesslike it was, it stilled her hiccuping cries instantly, “Are you going to be fine?” he asked, eyes piercing and not so gentle. “You’re shaking,” he summarized. “Badly.” an addendum.

She gave him a jerky nod. “I will be. I just- couldn’t stop it.”

He gave her a nod of his own, fingers leaving off their pinching of his gushing nostrils. “Where’d you go?”

To a cabin in the woods, a child in the cradle, a man she loved but did not want making himself to home inside her. “Far away.” she muttered

“Sorry for getting…carried away.” he decided on his own blame.

It had been the most exhilarating few moments of her entire romantic life. Wanting him, clutching at him, the way he’d wanted her so badly she could feel it in his shoulders and his tongue and the way his hips had felt so sure and decisive in the cradle of her hips. “I wanted it.” because that was true, and also, “I thought I was…better.”

[ohnobbwhatisyoudoing]

UB at the Mall :)

Today I went to the mall with my friends, and as I walk and talk around the mall, I can't help picturing the UB with me. (Yes, that's how much they're sticking to me)

Made a straight beeline to the book store and I picture N would be right beside me, attracted to the books like it's a flower aswell. We'd talk about so many books and I'd listen to their amazing stories and books that they've read. We'd have so much fun going isle to isle and just melt into the conversation. Each isle we went through, new books would find itself on top of pur stacks in our hands.

Then went passed the arcade and it reminds me so much of F. They'd excitedly went in and I'd be damned if I don't follow them. We'd try all the games and I'd laugh till I couldn't breathe. We'd make fun bets and silly competitions and the loser has to treat the other for the next game. Often, we'd work together and achieve a new high score. High fives soared into the air. Losing our track of time in the sound of chaos.

After a whole day at the mall, into the spacious garden, there was a part of the garden where it's very secluded and I imagined M just sitting on the bench lazily, cigarette between their fingers. We won't have to converse much, just the playful snide remarks and jokes. Their humor fits mine, as mine theirs. We'd chuckle and then continue looking at the scenery, comfortable in each other's silence.

Oh my lovely A, each scenario in my head there's always them. They'd share their stories and books, I'd listen and occasionally try not to melt into their voice and piercingly soft eyes. They'd see the stacks of books in my hands, sigh then help me carry the books to the counter. I'd smile ear to ear. At the arcade, we'd have the most competitive duel on who can shoot the highest score and who can attract the other best, with A almost breaking a few games due to their strength and broodiness. And when I find myself drifting to sleep on the bench, they'd be there with a blanket and their warm shoulder to lean on and snuggle. The night breeze has never been so gentle.

I just, really love them. A, N, F and M. My main is A but I just,,, really love them all?? I love ALL the characters, but the family-team thing melts me.

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

You Babysit the 501st because Anakin had to go off by himself on a Mission

-"alright men for this assignment you'll be lead by Master Y/n, since Commader Skywalker had to go off on his own for this one"

-litterally terrified of her

-everyone thought war was bad and scary, bur damn she put a whole other level of scary

-She was actually very nice to them and when she was given a list of numbers as there names she tossed them off the hanger and let them fall down the cliff

-"Gimmie some real names! For real men as fine as you individuals!"

-okay they like you way better now

-Echo's still half and half about you though, he didnt know if he should be scared or not

-The mission was simple giving the group and there temporary General some time to hang out in the town

-Y/n bought them all a hot meal as they all sat together at one really big table

-Okay so your kind of Mom now

-"you can try." "Wait! You'll actually teach me how to use a lightsaber!", Oh was Fives happy

-they all watched him not really fail but not really succeed, they had a lightsaber battle- Fives didnt win unless you let him

-Watching a sunset with them

-theres a group photo of you all, you sitting in the middle like a mom with her children sitting around her

-Guess your the pin up girl of the 501st Legion now

-oh god your face when you see it

-"what is this?" "Its you" "Tup- When have I ever been that curvy?" "See! Redeye! I told you! She has more muscles!"

-it really wasnt "pinuppy" (is that a word?) Atleast they covered you all the way.

-you had to admit, Redeye did a nice job you admired it

-but they had to go back to Skywalker

-"It was an honor sir." "It was nice to meet you too Echo"

-"Im gonna miss you all!" "Commander please- and shes crying." "See rex! You made her cry!" "Me?!"

-when they actually had to leave you they were all bummed they didnt see you for a while,

-"IT'S COMMANDER Y/N!" "Men! Wait!- and there going after her."

Y/n turned her head gasping happily, "BOYS!"

"COMMANDER Y/N!"

-okay thats a little dramatic but they were happy to see you no less.

"There's so much to tell you!" "Please tell me it all!"

-You met Skywalker for the first time that day,

"It seems were teamed up for this mission"

-cue chatoic cheering

-Rex came to you separately as you both walked as he briefed you on the mission unable to look at you.

"Whats wrong?" Y/n asked.

"Commander, May I speak freely?"

"Of course."

"Its been hard. We. Lost alot of good men." Rex spoke, "I. There's so many-"

"Rex." Y/n spoke holding his face in her hand, "I...unfortunately know...Im so sorry..."

He hugged her quickly as she shuffled backwards due to it, but hugged back soothing him as she rubbed his back.

-Everybody got a hug that day

-Protecting your clone sons

-you were there when the Rescue for a supposedly alive Echo was put into play.

-Tech was takimg too long so Y/n cut open the pod carefully, Echo falling into her arms.

-"Mom!-"

-omg he just called you mom

-ya'll were lucky enough to get out of there alive

-Finally Echo found his place and you were crying like a mom sending her kid to kindergarten

-"Okay commander. I have to leave." "Okay fine- just one more mintue."

-Okay ouch to Echos Bad batch rep

-"Never thought a bunch of clones could be a mommas boys."

"Oh shove it up your ass Windu."

"You know having relations-"

"its forbidden. I know...these men deserve someone to guide them. And not no miltary leader. Someone with a sense of mortality. They think there expenpendable."

"You'll be let go by the council." Windu stated

"I know." Y/n spoke, "But...if I can get a farm somewhere and let them all know my location. They coming to visit after this war. I'd like that life, Jedi Council or not. The Jedi Council is a life Im willing to rid of for them."

[azul-marie]

mmh I don't know if this is really an American term, it's just something I found on google after seeing a movie that I really liked, headcannons related to a "pollyanna" mc that apparently means someone who has the ability to focus only on him positive side and just like in the movie, mc teaches the boys the "happy game" The game is to find something to be happy about in every situation, no matter how bleak it is, I feel that many of the pararai boy lack some uvur optimism for my fav group TWC<3

hello! thank you for your request. i have not heard of this movie before, but what a sweet concept! these moody boys definitely need some cheering up once in a while, haha. please take good care. ❤️

note: fem. reader

genre: romance/fluff.

characters: naoakira saimon. yohei kanbayashi. ryu natsume. shiki ando.

saimon:

there’ve been plenty of times he’s felt bleak and alone. whether it’s memories of his last love emerging, or feeling helpless seeing his young wards distraught over little things in life, saimon is indeed a sensitive, caring man who tends to place more on his shoulders if it meant relieving someone of it. with this comes a heavier sense of duty on the mind, one he’s not always able to address properly. however, you help him do just so.

in times of distress, you and your sweet words bring a soothing cloud to his jumbled mind. your innocuous game is easy enough, and simple so he’s able to play even if you’re not around. saimon is willing to learn from your positive outlook, finds it useful for when he’s caught up in his own ordeals. he appreciates the way you see the world and hopes to feel as you do someday.

yohei:

the worst things in life are what yohei’s prepared himself for, seeing how often they come to fruition; losing family, fighting for survival, a lost love unrequited. yohei is never quite the optimist you yourself have come to be, but finds himself drawn to the sweet simple way you look at life. there is an envy, almost, his over how happily you go through days, never dragged down by weight of sin’s past. you are never without a hope or a wish.

it’s silly, yohei thinks, this cutesy, wishy-washy game of yours. you want him of all people to play along? it’s only at your insistence (and perhaps kisses) that he begrudgingly agrees to play. he’ll struggle at first, needing your insight to help him decide just why little moments spark joy. it’s a game he’s yet to master on his own. but slowly, slowly, does he learn to play even without your gentle guidance.

ryu:

there isn’t much that brings ryu down. he is utterly carefree and impassive of the things around him, his world being far better to spend time in. he is perhaps a great match for you in this sense, in sharing this ever positive outlook. but even he has secrets of his own, unlike the chaos and play of his usual self. there are times he becomes inexplicably downtrodden, always over memories blurring into millions of fragments. surely your game brightens his day, helps him to realize you’re always there besides him.

games! games! games! if there’s anything ryu likes, it’s a good game. he’s made up plenty on his own, but he’s happy to try yours out. he’s already very good at picking out good and great things that happen in his day — he likes to imagine plucking them like flowers to bring to you later, to prove he’s a master of your fun, happy game. ryu often visits you just to tell of his day and his findings, in every and all detail, and it’s all thanks to you.

shiki:

pessimism is perhaps too familiar a foe for shiki. it is a mindset ingrained in him for so long, he’s hardly known any other way to live. it is with the support of his family that he’s improving as he grows, and knowing you care for him despite all his flaws, too. you two are likely the most unusual pairing, opposites attracting and all. you are every bit as happy as he is gloomy, but somehow you’re able to bring out the best in him regardless.

he takes your game very seriously, wholeheartedly taking account of your thoughtfulness in teaching him. shiki tries his hardest to play even when you’re not around to encourage him, with varying results. but he’s grateful for the second instinct you’ve instilled in him, to look for positives with his negative eyes. he knows he has a lot of work to do to get over his moody disposition, but as long as he has you, your happy game, maybe it won’t be so bad to get through.

[changebydjo]

Top 10 bade headcannon

ok i already did the first five so i’ll just do another five

1. when jade said that her and beck were dating for 2 years but exclusive for a year and a half, that first 6 months they were just casually dating - but they actually didn’t date other people. they just wanted to date each other and they didn’t let the other know

2. jade always steals beck’s shirts (and he loves how she looks in them). she loves to wear them at night, and especially when beck takes trips to canada and she misses him

3. beck came home from canada the night of the prome and after hearing what happened to jade he was so disappointed with their friends and worried for jade; it made him feel a little extra protective of her after that for a while

4. when jade is able to come up to canada with beck to meet his family, his grandparents love jade and how strong-willed she is and it just makes beck love her even more

5. after they broke up in twc, it took beck a while to drink coffee bc it reminded him too much of jade. 

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the detective gets turned into a vampire by the ub when they are about to die but it goes wrong (in nearly every way you could imagine)

no because i was literally thinking about this the other day and had a brain rot over it so fuck it im writing an entire essay about it.

also thank you @wayhavenots for inspiring me with that reblog

i will warn that this might get dark a little. Also long. LONG LONG

TW FOR: SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND SUICIDE

there are so many ways this could go:

The detective is extremely sensitive to everything around them (like Mason/Morgan but if you want extra angst make it even worse) from the moment they wake up: The lights, the way the sheets feel, the smell, everything is so sharp and there that it hurts and they are so over whelmed that they can't even form a thought. they can hear every single muscle shift, feel every single pore when someone touches them. imagine the way the LI tries to touch them, or talk to them to try and comfort them but they can't because even the slightest touch or word makes them so uncomfortable that they can't move. And maybe it doesn't go away. Maybe it's just stays and they have to live in a way that is limited. An endless life with never ending discomfort.

Imagine Morgan/Mason as they especially understand what the detective is going through but there is nothing they can do. they just have to watch be there in a way that doesn't make the detective disappear. think about how much they would just want to hug the detective because they were never really that good with words but they can't. and they can't tell that it gets better because they kind of know that it won't. they themselves grieve the one person they could touch and feel better, because the detective was the only one who helped them tune out the rest of the world. imagine how they would blame themselves for making them feel the things they feel every single day.

The detective especially didn't want to become a vampire but with UB not thinking right in the moment, being scared out of their mind because they were about to lose the love of their life, the detective turns immortal without their consent: if your detective doesn't think positively or just straight up doesn't want to become a vampire, imagine them waking up to a life that will never end . they see their LI, feeling everything they possibly could. Relief because they get more days with them, grief over their past life and the people they will lose to time in the following years, anger because their choice was taken from them, fear because they don't know how to live for years and years; it's just not something they can comprehend. they refuse to drink blood for days and days until they have to because otherwise they will die and the moment they swallow it's back in their mouth. they just can't do it, neither their mind or their body can accept it and they never get used to it even after all the years.

I haven't finished their route yet but as far as I've heard Nate/Nat were also turned without their consent. Imagine how guilty they would feel because they know what it's like: to have your choice taken away. the amount of regret and guilt they would feel because they did the exact thing that was done to them (in a way) and the shame they would feel because in the end they are still grateful the detective is there with them.

The detective turns but the power of their blood stays the same so they are now hunted for the rest of their immortal life (OR WORSE THEIR BLOOD GETS EVEN MORE POWERFUL SO NOW THEY ARE WANTED EVEN MORE): One fight after another, never knowing what might be next. Always looking over their shoulder because they just don't know who might be coming after them. not even being able to celebrate defeating a foe because they know another is somewhere out there, on the horizon. or someone somehow gets ahold of their blood and hurts people that are innocent, hurts people that they care about. their life just turns into surviving rather than living. and so they slowly start to lose sight of who they are. because they are tired. they are just so tired of fighting and sometimes they just wish they were dead because they knew it would be easier for everyone, safer for the world. so they slowy lose their identity, lose their little quirks and become a shell of a human/vampire being. (TW: SUICIDE if you want to get real dark, imagine they just take their own life at some point because they just can't do it anymore)

Imagine Ava/Adam, (who was always worried for the detective because they were human and while they could protect themselves, they could never do it in a way that would guarentee it) seeing the detective gaining the powers A themselves have always seen as superiority now have those advantages but still fear for their life every single day. Imagine them seeing the way the detective gets stronger and stronger but lose everything else they had that made them fall in love with them. them seeing the immortality they used to assure themselves with destroy the detective because now they are basically nothing but a never dying being with a target on their back. and they try to deny to themselves that it would be much more merciful if the detective was just dead.

Also Farah/Felix, seeing the love of their love lose the spark in their eyes, seeing the detective not responding to their jokes and quips the same way, the way they lose the joy or the will to live. Farah/Felix also losing themselves because it just hurts to see the person they were in love with not being themselves anymore. Imagine how much they would blame themselves because they took that from the detective. They pushed them to a road of never ending misery.

the detective loses control because of extreme thirst: the detective lashing out violently, not being able to stand around people because the scent of blood is too much, too overwhelming and inviting. they lose control, blacking out and hurting someone innocent, someone they love or worse they kill them without wanting to because they are slipping. and can't see anything else other than a monster when they catch a glimpse of themselves in any reflection.

(sorry im doing two for A and N but these just fit so well)

Adam/Ava (who viewed themselves as a monster, couldn't drink in front of the detective because they feared how they saw them) watching as the detective descends further and further down madness without wanting to. them seeing the detective crying and keep repeating that they are a monster. the fears of A become the detective's reality, knowing this happened because of their choice.

N still loving but struggling to be around the detective because they can't recognize them anymore. N who was in love with the detective's humanity slowly seeing the way they lose it and turn into something else entirely. how scared they would be of them, secretly. But they can't bring themselves to leave because in the end, the detective is their responsibilty. because (again) N choose this for them and they are willing to stick around until the end, no matter how much all of it kills them slowly.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg

So..yeah.

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

Wait-Did-We?!NO| Tup

Note: oh god what have I done

Warnings: crackhead energy

Reader: female

Tup groaned sitting up, rubbing his head.

"That's the last time I drink with fives..." he complained.

There was a groan and a pull of the blankets as he turned his head, a woman sleepingly peacefully in the sheet.

Wait.

Tup quickly got up, seemingly too quickly as he barely got off the bed before falling off and tumbling over. The woman woke up with a groan, sitting up, her hair deshieviled and a mess. Looking over the side of the bed were Tup fell off they both let out horrified shouts, as she followed in his footsteps, falling off the bed besides him with a thud.

"Ow...my head," she complained, her calves rested by his head as she sat up rubbing her forehead in pain.

"Who are you!?" She argued.

"Who am I?! Who are you!" Tup demanded.

"Me?!-" she looked around the room recognizing where she was, "this is my room! Why are you in my room!"

"I don't know! Why am I in your room!?"

The two looked at each other with glares, but they soon stopped- wait. Looking down at themselves.

"BR0 WHAT THE FUCK!"

Both were well, uh, dressed atleast a little, Tup in just his boxers, and her in his black top,

"Wait' Wait wait!" Y/n argued.

"What!?" He demanded

She felt between her legs, "Fuck DID WE SLEEP TOGETHER!?"

"I DON'T KNOW! I CANT TELL!"

"WELL FIGURE IT OUT!"

Y/n glared at him, "YOUR THE ONE THAT FUCKED ME!"

"WELL YOUR THE ONE WHO FUCKED ME!"

"FAIR POINT!"

After there meltdown. They sat at her dinning room table, dressed and showered, with coffee infront of them.

"Here." She spoke giving him medication, "for the headache."

"Thanks."

It was akward as they drank coffee.

"I REMEMBER!" Y/n uproared.

"Bee-jesus-" Tup spoke surpised.

"I was at a bar! You must've been there!"

Tup thought for a moment, "Oh..OH SHIT! you're right!"

"Okay! Okay who usually goes to the bar with you? On three."

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

"FIVES!"

They looked at each other in shock.

"Oh. I know what happened now." Y/n spoke.

"I seemingly seem to know as well." Tup spoke.

The two looked at each other and nodded, glares of revenge on there face.

Fives meanwhile in the messhall shivered.

"You good?" Echo questioned.

"I feel like someones glaring at me." Fives responded.

"We're the only ones here." Echo told.

"I know..."

"FIVES!" Skywalker shouted rushing in, "I sense that your royally fucked through the force- what did you do this time?"

[changebydjo]

5 or 10 Cat/Jade Brotp headcannons

1. cat eventually follows jade after the breakup in the twc bc she doesn’t want jade to be alone after what happened

2. they became friends before arriving at hollywood arts; they were the first of their group to become friends, and the rest followed after

3. jade is protective over cat. she knows that cat is a bit naive and she doesn’t want people to take advantage of her kindness

4. when tori arrived at hollywood arts and became instant friends with cat, jade was worried she was losing all the (very few) important people in her life to her

5. jade spends most nights with beck in his rv, however, she makes it a point to have sleepovers with cat every so often and to make sure they hang out all the time, too.