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i hc about half the felt as schrodinger's transfem. i think a good amount of them would explore gender after being introduced to the concept
eggs n biscuits are here too!
#the felt#biscuits 13#clover 04#eggs 12#homestuck#sawbuck 10#crowbar 07#doze 02#itchy 01#homestuck intermission#my art#my doodles#described#comic tag#headcanon stuff#tumblr let this show up in the tags challenge
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Seeing remarks about the Felties' typing quirks in my latest felt fanart post, so may as well share some of my hcs about that!
(it wont be all about numbers replacing letters, more of an analysis on how their typing habits would be)
(01) - hea lways types inahurry and pretty much type out whats in his midn lots of piledup words and mispells no upercase no punctuation except exclamation mark 1!!! which makes his words sich apainintheass to read but who fucking cares those are awasteoftime to him anway 1!!!!!!!!
(02) - He types with large spaces between each word ,, probably holding the spacebar for too long.. dozeee off quite offeeeen,, yet trying his best to finish his sentence with normal grammmmmmmmmma anddd punctuationnnnnnnnn..
(06) - ...... He seldom engages in conversation initiatively and...... quite reluctant to keep up...... Also he just saw someone 6ied from 6ropping from the rooftop. Yes he uses 6 to...... replace the d letter in the verb "6ie"...... as well as other words associated with concepts of 6eath. 6isaster. 6oomed. You are the one 6ropped from the rooftop by the way. He saw it with his 6oll, of course. (......He also tends to ghost others midway in convo)
(07) - Perfect spelling and perfect punctuation, which are expected from a professional. Keeps his words short and on point, no time to waste on mumbling while being third-in-command. Have you seen his 7? He means his crowbar, and he expects you to understand that. Probably he is the only one who bother to seperate their object-based names from the actual objects- Wait are you even listening.
(12) & (13) - they both dont know many words! ONE TYPE IN BIG WHILE OTHER TYPE IN SMALL! oh did you hear timer go ring? WAIT IS IT THE OVEN? ring? OVEN? ring? OVEN? ring? OVEN? ring? OVEN? ring? OVEN? ring? OVEN? ring? OVEN? ring? OVEN? ring? OVEN? ring? OVEN? ring? OVEN? ring? OVEN?
(TBC these are what I come up with a solid setting so far, likely going through everyone else!)
#homestuck intermission#the felt#itchy 01#doze 02#die 06#crowbar 07#eggs 12#biscuits 13#homius headcanons
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Random headcanon no one asked for: Fuyuhiko absolutely refuses to sneeze around other people because he has tiny kitten sneezes.
The first time Hajime hears it, he laughs for a good ten minutes straight. Fuyuhiko is furious. He shouts at his boyfriend and tells him that he refuses to have sex with him for a week. Hajime quickly apologizes, trying to appease his boyfriend, who simply ignores him.
Fuyuhiko makes it about a day and a half before cracking and demanding for Hajime to fuck him.
#y'all like headcanons?#it's 01:33 and i should probably be sleeping lol#and yet#here i am writing pointless hc posts#whatever lol#fuyuhiko kuzuryu#hajime hinata#kuzuhina
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DAMON ADDAMS, é filho de NYX do chalé NÚMERO VINTE E SEIS e tem TRINTA E UM ANOS. a tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ele está no NÍVEL III por estar no acampamento há DEZESSEIS ANOS, sabia? e se lá estiver certo, DAMON é bastante DETERMINADO mas também dizem que ele é MUITO FRIO. mas você sabe como hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.
biografia / playlist / conexões / aesthetic
⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ BACKGROUND;
Concebido a partir da união do Romaniano Andree Addams e da deusa Nyx, Damon Addams nasceu no dia 13 de Janeiro de 1998, na cidade de Cluj-Napoca, na Romênia, região histórica conhecida como Transilvânia. Foi onde passou grande parte de sua infância sendo criado por seus tios, pois seu pai partiu para os Estados Unidos da América atrás do sonho americano de uma vida melhor quando Damon tinha apenas três anos de idade. Os tempos passados junto de seus tios e primos não foram ruins, sua tia Catalina o tratava como se ele fosse um de seus filhos, seu marido era o típico pai ausente grande parte do tempo – por isso sua presença não importava na vida de Damon – e seus primos deixaram de ficar irritantes quando perceberam que o garoto não gostava de brincar nos gramados verdes que haviam por lá e não o importunavam mais para sair de casa junto com eles.
Essa parte tímida, reservada e reclusa da personalidade de Damon preocupava Catalina, que sempre deixava seu pai ciente das coisas que o menino fazia por meio de cartas e vice-versa, – sempre que sua tia recebia as cartas de Andree, ela nunca deixava de dizer o quanto o homem sentia falta do filho. Como da vez que Catalina descobriu Damon lendo livros no escuro total ou das vezes que ouvia o menino conversar sozinho a noite, ou com um amigo imaginário, como preferia acreditar.
Ao completar os oito anos de idade, Damon foi para os Estados Unidos, junto com um de seus primos mais velhos e já maior de idade, Sorin, o mesmo para ingressar numa universidade e Damon para passar a morar com seu pai. A mudança não foi fácil para o menino de oito anos, fuso horário e idioma diferente, escola diferente, ambientes e pessoas diferentes. Acostumado com seus primos para entreter à noite ao falar com e de seus amigos imaginários, como sua tia dizia, Damon sentiu-se ainda mais sozinho do que já era, mesmo com esses últimos ainda por perto. Por sorte tinha o rápido aprendizado e a habilidade da observação ao seu lado e não demorou muito a se adaptar às novas coisas.
De início sua relação com seu pai foi estranha e fria, não que ele tenha se sentido abandonado por algo que aconteceu cinco anos atrás e ele mal se lembrava, entretanto, o homem ainda era como uma estranha para si. Porém também não levou muito tempo até que se sentisse confortável com Andree por perto, ainda mais quando o homem parecia o entender bem e não estranhava seus hábitos noturnos e sua vontade de ficar na escuridão, como acontecia na antiga casa com seus tios.
Em seu aniversário de dez anos, seu pai lhe contou tudo sobre sua história, sobre sua mãe ser uma deusa e de como as outras pessoas não entenderiam e por isso esse fato devia ser o segredo dos dois e, por isso também, não demoraria muito para os dois se separarem novamente, pois em algum momento Damon teria que ir para um lugar mais seguro e onde haveriam crianças como ele. Isso fez com que o garoto se interessasse pela mitologia grega ao qual lhe deu origem e passasse a valorizar mais o tempo com seu pai, que não o estranhava e o incentivava a treinar suas habilidades, longe de olhos mortais obviamente.
As criaturas estranhas lhe perseguindo e destruindo partes diferentes de seu colégio não eram um grande empecilho em sua vida, já que nunca fora um aluno exemplar por causa de seu TDAH, então ganhar o título de “trouble maker” solitário e ser suspenso várias vezes não era um problema – nem afetavam suas boas notas, já que sempre se esforçava para aprender as matérias sozinho ao ler os livros. O problema foi quando, já com seus quinze anos, Manticoras resolveram atacar sua casa. Com muito esforço, Damon conseguiu distrair as criaturas para que seu pai fugisse para segurança. Depois de muitas horas e muitos ferimentos, as bestas mortas, conseguiu se encontrar com Andree e sugerir para que o mesmo voltasse para Romênia, mesmo que temporariamente, para sair da zona de perigo, pois não queria colocar a vida do pai em risco. Andree não se opôs muito a ideia e lhe instruiu ir para Long Island, dizendo que lá haveria um lugar seguro para si; após ambos arrumarem as malas, Andree se despediu de Damon com um beijo na testa e cada um foi para um lado.
Chegando em Long Island, Damon foi recepcionado calorosamente por Harpias, fazendo com que o filho de Nyx corresse para o lugar mais escasso de população o possível para que não colocasse a vida de mais ninguém em risco. Damon foi encontrado e levado quase inconsciente para o acampamento Meio Sangue por um sátiro, após esgotar toda sua energia para destruir as criaturas e se manter vivo por uma semana inteira enquanto vagava as florestas de Long Island sem ter para onde ir.
⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ PERSONALIDADE;
Damon tem a típica personalidade de um filho de Nyx; quieto, distante e reservado. Por ser frio e calculista, tende a pensar muito antes de tomar decisões e fazer algo; é impulsivo apenas em situações de vida ou morte, para se proteger ou proteger pessoas que julga importantes para si. Observador, tende a notar pequenos detalhes e coisas que acontecem ao seu redor, o que é uma grande vantagem para estratégias quando está em campo – porém por ter pouco tato com sentimentos e vida em sociedade, não percebe muitas coisas desses campos. Tem muita dificuldade de confiar e se abrir com os outros por ter sido sempre muito sozinho e, também, devido as pessoas sempre terem sido hostis ou mantido distância de si por causa de sua aura assustadora – de filho de Nyx. Mas isso não significa que Damon seja desprovido de emoções.
⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ PODERES;
Ubracinese - Solidificação de Escuridão: é o poder de solidificar escuridão, sombras e trevas. Damon pode tornar qualquer matéria baseada em escuridão ou sombra em algo físico, podendo usa-la como membros extras, como braços e mãos, ou ferramentas, armas e armaduras, podendo danificar objetos e ferir pessoas com uma certa facilidade, além de poder ser tão duro quanto aço ou até mais ou ser flexível, de acordo com sua vontade. Por ser filho da personificação da Noite, seus poderes ficam um tanto enfraquecidos durante o dia e Damon se cansa mais rápido ao usá-los, diferente de quando os usa à noite, que é quando fica mais forte.
⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ BENÇÃO;
Érebo já vinha observando Damon desde quando sua irmã havia lhe dado a luz; após o garoto descobrir suas raízes, sua devoção e respeito por sua irmã já lhe garantiram diversos pontos positivos com o Deus, porém o primordial passou dar mais atenção ao rapaz quando o mesmo teve sucesso em recuperar e devolver seu item mágico, o Chicote de Érebo, garantindo-lhe a bênção da Aura Assombrosa. Benção essa que concedeu a Damon pois notou que, há alguns anos atrás, o rapaz utilizou de sua umbracinese para parecer maior e mais ameaçador enquanto lutava contra as Manticoras para salvar seu pai.
Benção de Érebo - Aura Assombrosa: Apenas com a sua presença em um combate, o ambiente começa a esfriar, escurecer e enfraquecer efeitos quaisquer que gerem luz e esperança.
⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ HABILIDADES;
Sentidos aguçados e agilidade sobre-humana.
⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ ATIVIDADES;
Instrutor de Meditação e participante do Clube de Artesanato.
⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ ARMAS;
Espadas Curtas Duplas — Moon&Stars: feitas de ferro estígio, Damon usa duas espadas curtas em cada mão. Treinado desde novo, e devido à sua agilidade sobre-humana, o estilo de Damon com ambas as espadas curtas parece quase que como uma dança.
#tags#☾ ⋆— and the stars they'll guide me on ⭑ 01 ; interactions.#☾ ⋆— and the stars they'll guide me on ⭑ 02 ; about.#☾ ⋆— and the stars they'll guide me on ⭑ 03 ; flashbacks.#☾ ⋆— and the stars they'll guide me on ⭑ 04 ; dynamics.#☾ ⋆— and the stars they'll guide me on ⭑ 05 ; musing.#☾ ⋆— and the stars they'll guide me on ⭑ 06 ; visage.#☾ ⋆— and the stars they'll guide me on ⭑ 07 ; extras.#☾ ⋆— and the stars they'll guide me on ⭑ 08 ; development.#☾ ⋆— and the stars they'll guide me on ⭑ 09 ; ask game.#☾ ⋆— and the stars they'll guide me on ⭑ 10 ; aesthetic.#☾ ⋆— and the stars they'll guide me on ⭑ 11 ; headcanons.#templates by saariravenclock
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SLIPKNOT PRIDE HEADCANONS
it's pride so why not do something in the spirit of the festivities ♡ uh if you don't fw rpf don't interact <3 i don't want you here anyway
⛤ #00 SID WILSON
he / it + neos boy creature / xenogenders angled aroace + pan
⛤ #01 JOEY JORDISON
he / him transmac with top surgery + on t bisexual
⛤ #02 PAUL GRAY
he / him gnc cis demiaroace bi
⛤ #03 CHRIS FEHN
he / him [she / her] closeted transfem asexual biromantic
⛤ #04 JIM ROOT
he / him [it / its in his head] cis demiaroace
⛤ #05 CRAIG JONES
he / she / it gender apathetic + on e bisexual
⛤ #06 SHAWN CARHAN
any pronouns genderless + does drag abrosexual
⛤ #07 MICK THOMPSON
he / it trans man + binding bisexual aromantic
⛤ #08 COREY TAYLOR
he / they transneu bisexual polyamorous
⛤ JAY WEINBERG
he / she / xe genderqueer + on e bisexual cupioromantic
⛤ MICHAEL PFAFF
he / she + neos intersex + transfemmasc + xenogenders pansexual
⛤ ALESSANDRO VENTURELLA
he / she / they transmasc nonbinary bisexual
⛤ ELOY CASSAGRANDE
she / they transfem abrosexual
#slipknot#slipknot headcanons#slipknot hc#slipknot hcs#01#02#00#03#04#05#06#07#08#sid wilson#sid wilson headcanon#sid wilson hc#joey jordison#joey jordison headcanon#joey jordison hc#paul gray#paul gray hc#paul gray headcanon#chris fehn#chris fehn headcanon#chris fehn hc#craig jones#craig jones headcanon#craig jones hc#shawn carhan#shawn carhan hc
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Hot Chocolate
"Sentiments are complicated. Sometimes, I feel like I'm like hot chocolate in a steaming cup. The sweet and the bittersweet mix together with the help of a spoon, becoming a delicious and addictive flavor right after the first sip.
I wish that spoon would spend more time mixing me. I wish it never left the cup."
Versão em português
Headcanon scene from episode 01 after the cut
"So, this is the famous Devenementiel?" I asked aloud, to no one but myself.
The company wasn’t housed in a huge building, one you’d notice from across the city, nor did it make much of a presence in the commercial area, but it was undoubtedly a modern construction. Clear, clean, with many windows surrounding practically the entire building. Small, discreet, yet with a refined appearance. It looked like an interesting place, and I hadn't even seen the inside yet.
I approached the glass door, peeking inside, although I couldn’t see much beyond a very classic and comfortable reception area. It seemed the office was on the first floor. There was no one there; I had arrived too early. I clicked my tongue, crossing my arms. I could have lingered in bed longer, as any good freelancer does when there are no projects to deliver. My shift at the vintage records and knick-knacks store didn't start until the afternoon, after lunchtime. There was no need to go in earlier, and I didn’t have any other plans for that morning, so I’d have to kill time there at the entrance while waiting for one of the employees to arrive.
A few minutes passed with me distractedly looking at the week's recommended playlist on Spotify. If I wasn’t working on a project and wasn’t in a place where I could indulge in being an idle freelancer lounging in pajamas at home all day, seeing what other musicians were up to online was a good pastime. It would never stop being delightful to hear the ideas other artists produced and released with so much passion, to experience a new type of rhythm, seek inspiration and references, be immersed in someone’s vocal or instrumental sound. I took my eyes off my phone screen for a second to look at the company building once more. I felt a tingling sensation all over my body, thinking about the work I could do to contribute to the partnership I was about to finalize. It hadn’t even been a week since I exchanged messages with my only acquaintance there about this, following his strong recommendation.
"You’re early, Collete," the deep, monotonous voice of Thomas resonated behind me. I couldn’t help but smile before turning around.
"Speak of the devil," I joked, watching with amusement as his expression shifted from a slight look of boredom to a curious one. He almost always got lost in his own head during our conversations. I had come to understand that it wasn’t because he found me boring, but rather because he wanted to decipher my words. I seriously wondered what he was thinking at that moment.
"Wouldn't it be 'talking about the devil'?" he raised an eyebrow. It seemed I wouldn’t find out the reason for his silence this time. I just shrugged. "I was put in charge of handling the administrative details for your arrival, including the hiring of another person, which means making two badges along with the identification key so neither of you would have to wait at the door to get in. And since, apparently, we need to be up at the crack of dawn to make them… Here I am, arriving after you," he seemed irritated about having to wake up so early after a long night of work while giving me that explanation that sounded more like a rant escaping his thoughtful mind. I didn’t blame him. It really did seem like a pain.
"I’m glad I’m not the only one who had to drag myself out of bed today."
"More than me, it seems," I saw a hint of a smile light up his face. I winked at him. "Anyway, it won't take long. I’ve already moved things along, so you don’t need to worry. Come on." Without giving me time to add anything, Thomas opened the door, beckoning me to follow him.
So, we took an elevator, and I finally had the pleasure of discovering the open space of the place, which couldn’t be compared to the modern facade. Suddenly, I even started to think that it seemed too cold to accommodate such a warm environment. Inside, it was a complete lively festival of colors, plants, and curious objects. There were no partitions, and amusingly, among the empty desks, I noticed that each table was not only uniquely decorated but also had very different chairs. None were the same. It might have been a small detail, but it showcased the personality of each employee working there. Thomas guided me to the most neutral, organized, and sober desk. It was undoubtedly his.
"You can sit, it won’t take long," he said mechanically as he pulled the chair from the desk next to his for me. It was strangely shaped like a dolphin. It was cute but seemed so uncomfortable and impractical. I began to doubt the sanity of its owner.
"With all due respect, I prefer to stand up, in this case.", I flashed a sly, sarcastic smile, earning another hint of a smile.
"I also don't understand why people here choose anything other than the classic office chair," he commented as he sat in his own chair, turning on the computer. "It's designed for comfort and good lumbar support. In ten years, everyone will be walking with a cane, except for me," I couldn't help but chuckle. I never ceased to find it amusing how, sometimes, he would say such things without a hint of malice. It was just logical and straightforward. "Your desk is this one in front of mine. You’re practically an honorary employee, but the boss thought it would be better if you had one to feel like you belong. You can choose a chair model for yourself later. There's someone who always supplies furniture for us, and his store has everything."
"Far be it from me to give you more work…" I began, with a falsely gentle, sweet voice. "But since you know him, I'll let you handle the negotiations. That said, any model similar to yours is fine by me," he sighed heavily.
"Very well, then I'll take care of it later."
"Don't be like that," I gave him a friendly tap on the shoulder. "Being the IT guy, manager of technology-related events, pressing buttons on a keyboard all day… I didn't give you a more torturous task than those things," I joked. He looked at me quietly for a while.
"You forgot to mention that I also greet new recruits," he simply retorted. I couldn't help but laugh again.
"Ouch," I put my hand on my chest, pretending to have been struck. This time, I really got a smile. Then, he opened a drawer and took out a folder, sighing loudly. "I agree with you, paperwork sucks."
"It's unbelievable how much time we waste on these things. Everyone should have a chip card with all our information registered. We'd scan the card and be done. All the information would be transmitted directly."
"That would be more practical, true," I agreed, shrugging. I had never stopped to think about it. He picked up a pen from a holder on his desk, looking at it with pity.
"Meanwhile, we'll stick with these… archaic methods," I blew air through my nose at his comment, shaking my head. He was incorrigible.
Taking the pen to sign the contract after a quick glance, as I had read it previously via message, I began to remember how we met. Pure coincidence. We both needed to buy a new refracting telescope, better known as a spyglass, as the old one was broken. It was the last one in the store and was on sale. I had my reasons for wanting it, and he had his. We argued for a long time under the weary gaze of the salesman, debating who, in my view, was more deserving to take it. Thomas was steadfast, he had arrived first. As for me, I needed to get it no matter what for personal reasons: to fulfill a tradition of promises made to my late older brother, to observe the showers of celestial bodies that occurred every year while drinking a bottle of hot chocolate in our special spot. It might have been nonsense; he was dead, after all. It's not like he was going to rise from the grave to demand that small promise I decided to make to no one and for no reason at all. But it made me feel closer to him; I didn't want to give up. In the end, somehow, we ended up splitting the cost, the telescope, and, on the night of the meteor shower, two bottles of hot chocolate accompanied by small childhood stories.
Nostalgia. Suddenly, I felt a strong desire to have a cup of that sugary, bittersweet delight.
After making the final curve of my name on the paper, Thomas took a laminated card from the drawer and handed it to me. It was my company badge that served to open the building's door. I stifled a laugh when I noticed that he had ignored the professional photo I sent and opted for my profile picture. Simply me making a face: a wide smile with my tongue out. One of my eyes was closed, and my hands were open beside my face, with my thumbs pressing against my cheeks. I liked it.
"Tom," I called his attention, pointing to the photo. A smile playing on my lips. "Is this really okay?" He just shrugged.
"That sounds more like you. The boss doesn't care so much about traditional professional standards; you'll quickly realize that if you haven't already," he replied simply, making a small gesture with his head to show the company's open space. It really didn't seem very conventional. "He's not the kind of person who evaluates people based on that kind of criterion."
"How funny… I'm starting to feel like I'm going to really enjoy working here."
"I'm glad you think so, because I spent a long time preparing and editing everything for your arrival. On the other hand, I don't understand what's so funny about it…" he commented somewhat reflectively. "It's just a picture of you; we can recognize you, and you look pretty. Traditional or not, it's still office work, not the most exciting thing in the world," I got stuck on his comment.
"Do you think I'm pretty in this photo?" I inquired with one raised eyebrow, exaggeratedly curious about his answer to that question. I had known him for almost a year now; I understood quite well how his little mind worked, modesty aside. But sometimes, I still struggled to differentiate when he was just being logical from when he was being sincere. If there was any difference between the two adjectives.
"It's a statement," he shrugged once again. "Your features are symmetric, your eyes are large, and your teeth are well aligned. These are parameters usually associated with beauty."
This time, I didn't stifle my laughter. Thomas Rheault was, without a doubt, an enigma. One that fascinated me a lot. If that was indeed a compliment, it was surely the least heartfelt one I had ever heard in my life. At the same time, it seemed so typical of him that I couldn't help but take it seriously. Maybe it wasn't that, maybe I was overthinking. It was always like this when it came to him.
"In any case, out of curiosity, what kind of person exactly is this boss?" I inquired, bringing the subject back. It was true that I hadn't had much contact with him. I was recommended by Thomas to work there in organizing one event or another; I liked my professional independence, but all the details involving the boring bureaucracies were solved through messages. My interaction with Devon Okere, the Big Boss, was limited to a brief phone conversation that barely lasted 10 minutes. He seemed like a mystery, or simply too unconcerned. However, being there, I noticed that, in addition to a free and unpretentious environment, there was also a lot of care. As a freelancer, I knew very well how complicated it could be to maintain a small business, let alone a physical office. So, I was quite curious about everything.
"I would say he's the instinctive type. As long as it works for him, he doesn't exactly have a reason to change methods," Thomas nodded, then glanced at the clock, then at the signed contract, and finally at me. "Well, it's done. The others won't take long to arrive. If you want to stay to meet them or take a walk around… Anyway, you have free rein here from now on."
"Uhm…" I pondered for a moment, licking my lips. I really didn't have anything better to do; what harm would it do to explore a little? Besides, a place like that really made you want to linger. "I think I'll take a stroll, yes. But mostly, I'd like to know if there's a kitchen here. I really need to quench my thirst."
Unexpectedly, he chuckled and stood up from his chair, standing right in front of me, forcing me to raise my head. Thomas was only a little taller than me, but throughout the conversation, I had seen him from above because I was standing and he was sitting. Now, however, and so suddenly, I felt a bit small and destabilized. I didn't know what to expect. I didn't even know why I felt that way, as if something should happen. It sounded so cliché.
"Of course, make yourself at home. Actually, I was thinking the same thing," he resumed, snapping me out of my little trance. "If you'd like, I can treat you to a welcome drink," he offered politely.
"Oh, I'd love that, definitely!" I exclaimed, back on track. Better than quenching my thirst was having that desire sponsored by someone.
"The drinks machine is in the pantry; come on," he called as he started to move away, a shadow of a smile floating on his lips. I hurried to follow him. "We can get there by passing through the lounge area."
Just like the open space, that area was enchanting. Large, well-lit, and with vibrant colors catching the eye. Several bean bags, on which I would love to sprawl out, were scattered around along with suspended chairs hanging from the ceiling by chains. Not to mention the beautiful view provided by the large windows from top to bottom. They were just buildings, yes, but I began to imagine a nighttime scene with one or two colored lights still on outside. I couldn't wait to rest there.
"Man, this place looks like a dream!" I exclaimed in wonder.
"Yeah, that's what most people say. But I'll show you something else really cool…" he said simply, piquing my curiosity.
I followed him once again towards the adjacent area, the pantry. At first glance, it looked like some of the hipster cafes I loved to visit. Another very open place, with lots of plants, even on the ceiling, alternating with lamps. In the center, a large round table with a tree in the middle and red swivel chairs around it. Near the windows, small tables with benches followed the same pattern. It was indeed a very beautiful place, but I didn't understand why Thomas found it more impressive until I met the famous drinks machine.
"What would you like?" he asked straight away.
"Let me see what's available first…" I retorted as I quickly glanced at the options the machine offered.
"Don't expect to see anything exotic or innovative."
"No, I know. I'm just saying that to see what I feel like," I shrugged, and then I saw exactly what I needed to see. I loved it when life became so convenient as to combine utility with pleasure. "A hot chocolate, please," the redhead smiled slightly. Maybe he expected that answer from me.
"Good choice…" he took out his phone from his pocket and typed something, then, as if following a command, the machine started working. Thomas looked at me with a proud gleam in his eyes, and immediately I sensed that it was his doing. Finally, he took the full cup and put the lid on to hand it to me. "There you go, a delicious hot chocolate on the house!"
"Thanks!" I gave him a knowing wink, reaching out to get my little indulgence.
When I took the cup, my fingers ended up over his. Our gazes met before he immediately turned away, freezing for a moment, his eyes fixed on the ground or anywhere but my face. I kept my gaze steady; I wanted so much to unravel him, to know what he was thinking at that moment. Focus. I might not be able to read minds, but I was good at picking up on subtle cues.
The seconds seemed to stretch on, his gaze moved to the cup we both held. His cheeks turned slightly pink, he furrowed his brows. Adorable. I could confidently say that the little crease that appeared on his forehead wasn't from disagreement. Maybe he was just confused, wrestling with himself in thought. His beautiful turquoise irises flickered from our hands to elsewhere in rapid movements.
Oh, I really didn't want to misunderstand things, or worse, jump to conclusions. But looking at him like that, I couldn't help but daydream a little as I observed the red curls falling across his face, adorned with a few charming freckles over his nose, his eyes subtly shifting between intense blues and greens.
Cliché. Cliché. Cliché.
Suddenly, he released the cup into my hands and cleared his throat, composing himself as if waking from a trance, pulling me out of mine as well. Everything suddenly felt awkward, as if we had been trapped in that moment for longer than necessary. I also had to clear my throat.
"Is everything alright, Thomas?" I needed to know, I was eager. He glanced at me once again. Unbelievable how mesmerizing his eyes were. I gave myself a mental shake, seeking concentration. I really needed to control myself better.
"I'm fine, yeah… Everything's okay," he murmured in a thoughtful tone. "It's just that… I wasn't expecting there to be… contact," he really must have been confused even with himself this time.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" I gave a nervous smile, choosing my words carefully. I did mean to. But he didn't need to know that yet.
"It's okay," he interrupted me in a natural way. I smiled more relaxed, and he returned the gesture, also making another request to the machine, a drink that I couldn't see, but he took a sip of as soon as he got it.
"Tom… Thanks a lot," I thanked him, squeezing the warm cup of my drink in my hands, also seeking to change the subject as quickly as possible. "But tell me, do you have an app to control this machine? How does it work?"
"I developed it so I wouldn't have to pay for drinks anymore. The app tricks the machine into thinking I've paid, and it serves me what I ask for," he explained automatically and simply, shrugging as if it were no big deal. I raised an eyebrow. Sometimes, I forgot how crafty he could be.
"And nobody sees a problem with that, clever boy?" I grinned mischievously.
"No," he nodded, shrugging. "Actually, after I developed the app, Devon explained to me that everything was already free. There's the coin slot, but it's… a vestigial structure. I never thought about trying to order without paying. I have plenty of coins in there, by the way. I need to remember to download a lockpicking course. Unless you're an expert at it…"
"I can manage, yes… If you give me half as payment," I negotiated, feeling clever. He judged me with his gaze, and I just shrugged, sticking out my tongue. I'm a freelancer, you don't get if you don't ask. "How would you prefer the job to be done? There's the boring conventional way, using tools, and…" I paused for effect. "The messy way, where I blow up the door. If no one minds, that is."
"It's not the most elegant solution…" he made a minimal, yet very funny, expression of disgust. I had to laugh. "I'd be bothered by the idea of damaging it, so let's stick with the conventional solution this time."
"Agreed, then."
"Well…" he quickly scanned the area after the topic was over. "I need to go start working, or this chocolate break tends to become longer than expected. We'll talk later, enjoy your tour."
Without waiting for a response, he returned to the open space. It took me a few seconds to decide to follow, but not exactly to his desk or mine. Taking a walk around the place might help distract my mind. I was in trouble. And I had known it for a while. I knew very well what those desires for his attention meant. Everyone's tired of seeing this story in movies, series, cartoons, games, and books. It was scary. He, however, would surely classify it as illogical, I was sure.
I sighed heavily, taking another sip of my hot chocolate, hoping that the sweet and bitter flavors would help cleanse my soul, covering up that complicated feeling for a while longer. The brief time until my golden eyes met his turquoise ones and all that cliché resurfaced again.
#Sorry if there are any grammatical errors... I'm not fluent#english version#scene headcanon#headcanon#my oc#my candy love#amor doce#amour sucre#corazon de melón#mcl new gen#mcl ng#my candy love new gen#New Gen episode 01#Colette Lebarde#Thomas Rheault
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haiiii 💿
do you have any ken k agere hcs? ^_^
i unfortunately don't have a lot :(
Ken Katayanagi Agere Headcanons
regresses 2-5 <3
likes to do puzzles and watch Blues Clues when he’s little
Kyle usually looks after him when he’s regressed and vice versa
call him Kenny or any Japanese term of endearment ever, he’ll melt
hangs out with 01 sometimes
^ he puts little stickers on 01
LOVES being read to, esp fairy tales
have a Ken paci edit (excuse the low quality)
#agere blog#sfw agere#age regression#scott pilgrim agere#scott pilgrim vs the world#scott pilgrim takes off#age regressor#agere headcanons#ken katayanagi#katayanagi twins#robot 01
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Itchy is the type of guy to soup up a car, bring it to a car meet, rev the engine and it emmediately catches on fire causing everyone to have to leave. Like everyone was impressed until the engine literally blew up. Like Itchy loves cars to death but at the same time he knows fuck all about care maintenance beyond what type of gas to put in and keeping it nice and shiny on the outside but on the inside is probably horrible
"Just push 1t to the s1de!!!"
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GEM: BRILLIANT CUT DIAMOND
The gem on Lindi's wrist surely can't be a real diamond, it's size is impossible, outside of heist films. And who in their right minds would fit a diamond into a cheap, silicone band? But, just in case it happens to be real, there is no way Lindiwe is taking the bracelet off. If she's ended up in this godforsaken place through no fault of her own, she deserves the compensation of the glittering diamond. The way light catches off the gem and refracts prisms echoes the way she visualises auras.
DIAMOND: The word "diamond" comes from the ancient Greek word "adamas," meaning unbreakable, unchangeable or invincible. Diamond's unique ability to reflect and refract light is thought to draw clarity to its wearer, encouraging the resolution of problems which comes with clear understanding. ROUND BRILLIANT CUT: The angle of every facet has been precisely calculated to reflect the most light, creating a stunning, scintillating display from even the smallest amount of movement
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PORTGAS D. ACE || X V I I . T H E S T A R
UPRIGHT: New Hopes, faith, purpose, creativity, healing.
REVERSED: Loss, privation, abandonment, hopelessness, despair.
Headcanon under the cut
To me, Ace is like the stars.
Just like the freckles on his face, he is the embodiment of a whole galaxy and not just one astral body.
At day and night alike, even when you can't see them, they're here. They're a past you look at in present times. A constant you need in life ― a reminder that the universe is vast and that you belong somewhere. That you're part of a constellation, engraved in the sky, and forever to be remembered.
They twinkle brightly and guide your way through the darkest of nights ― they've done so since immemorial times, if you trust the sailors' tales. So if you know to rely on them, they will always push you in the right direction.
No star is alone in the sky.
It's these connections between them that matters. Family and friends are what matters to Ace, more than his own person. However, even if he wouldn't care about being just one star alone in the dark, he already experienced that ― and refuses to abandon it all.
Yet, a question always lingers at the back of his mind... Who would care, who would notice, if one mere star were to disappear?
No matter how much it hurts to say it: Ace ended up as a shooting star.
He shone bright. Not for long enough, but he burnt his way through and lit the way ― lit the sky ― and gave so many people the opportunity to make a wish.
Although their meeting was short, both O'Tama and Yamato were willed back into motion thanks to him. He showed up when they had given up ― on a better future, on their hope, on their dreams.
Ace showed up once and that sole fact gave them the ability to wish again.
He used to be Sabo and Luffy's star, too. They looked up to him like sailors lost at sea and found someone to not only call their home, but lead them back to it.
When he died, both his brothers experienced an incommensurable loss. Him vanishing from their life made them wish to become strong enough so that it would never happen again.
To always strive for the best.
To follow the North Star that he was.
To never stray away from their promise to be free.
Upon his death, they wished.
#plantwithoutplot art#one piece#portgas d. ace#one piece fanart#tarot card#star#character study#ish?#one piece headcanons#portgas d ace#fanart#The secret third Thing#(part 01 out of 03)#art#asl brothers#tarot#fire fist ace#hiken no ace#ace one piece#portgas d ace headcanons
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Digimon adventure 01 au idea where they didn't win the battle against Piedmont but they get reancarnated in the reboot series and they slowly regain memories from there previous life as the story progresses
#digimon adventure#digimon#digimon 01#digimon au#digimon headcanons#au idea#digimon reboot#Digimon isika
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Fordo, Alpha-17 and the other alphas absolutely throw tinfoil balls wrapped in copper wire at power mains for fun. It makes a nice little explosion and shorts out the entire electrical circuit. It started when they were becoming rebellious young cadets as a way to fuck with the kaminoans and make their lives harder, now they just do it for shits and giggles.
#alpha 17#alpha 77#captain Fordo#Spar#alpha 01#alpha 58#trantos#captain maze#alpha arcs#clone trooper#the clones#tcw#the clone wars#arc trooper#Star Wars#clone wars 2003#the prequels#headcanon#my post#clones
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Headcanons: Zagreus, The God
Who Zagreus is as a god is a complicated question, but one that boils down into a semi-simple answer: He is the god of blood, sweat, and tears. In other words, determination. This is gonna be broken into a few parts to avoid yapping so people can easily find the lore they're interested in.
1. Overview & Sources
2. Abilities
3. Personality / Alignment
4. Following
1. Overview & Sources Borrowing from his etymology first, I'm sourcing mostly from Dionysos by Karl Kerényi. A lot of what he is as depicted by SSG comes from that and I'm similarly drawing from those sources. There's other conflicting information out there such as some of the materials in the Greek Epic Fragments by Martin L. West, but I personally won't be referencing it since I don't believe much of that was sourced for his character in this specific portrayal. That said though, I do recommend people check it out regardless as there are some things in there that also seem to be the basis for what SSG establish (Such as some lines cited by Timothy Gantz). That said, I also borrow (what I can) from the Sisyphus epic as detailed in the Aeschylus, which you can find online under West as well. Mainly this pertains to not only his nature as the Son of Hades but also his specific function within the Underworld. My portrayal is kind of a mix of those sources, heavily inspired by the tones SSG set in their own interpretation of the mythology.
Because we don't actually know a lot about the historical Zagreus and some of the information is conflicting, especially regarding Orphic tradition and his relationship / identity with Dionysos, most of my portrayal is going to be a mix of filling in the blanks with my own narrative based off of (primarily) the sources given. There's a lot of mixup there regarding Zagreus and Dionysos that I won't really be touching for the purposes of this blog. That said, I strongly believe in being authentic and respecting the source material! If you know of any good sources. That said, if anyone has any ideas or thoughts regarding this please let me know some source materials I can go over!! Mediterranean history and mythology is something I'm going to try and respect and acknowledge, even if some liberties are taken for the sake of distinction. Comments should be open for this so if you've got sources, feel free to paste them below!
I'm using these two sources alongside the story established by SSG to sort of form my own narrative with Zagreus. That said, if anyone wants to read them I'll source them here!
Kerényi, C. (1976). Dionysos : Archetypal image of indestructible life. http://ci.nii.ac.jp/ncid/BA52740670
West, M. L. (1990). Studies in Aeschylus. In De Gruyter eBooks. https://doi.org/10.1515/9783110948066
2. Abilities.
Zagreus is Hades's son. He is undying, unable to die except by extremely unconventional means that would sever his link to the cycle of life and death itself. But that isn't to say he can't be killed. He is still partly, even if only by a small margin, mortal. This allows him to be vanquished by any conventional means that would otherwise kill a regular human. Even if he's a god, he bleeds. He can be bested.
'Zagre' has its roots with 'zoë' and 'zoön', the Greek words for 'life' and 'living thing' respectively. I take this to mean he can be killed as any living thing can, a narrative the game-play supports. Taking a 'Yes and' improve approach to that, I also feel like part of what makes him formidable however is his influence over the blood of living things. This can extend to the ability manipulate the blood in an individual's body to a number of effects, such as making wounds that never heal on their own or stop bleeding. This would reflect the casting ability he has, and possibly was even one of the sources of inspiration for SSG in regards to that mechanic. Secondly, taking that prescient I'd like to think he could also control the flow of blood in a living creature to varrying effects. Heightening senses, accelerating heart-rate, even using the blood of living things to heal himself. But nothing on the level of say, water bending. His power is a lot more subtle than that.
Additionally, his name (and even Artemis in game) suggests he's a fantastic hunter. And that, I think, is where much of his actual formidability comes from. An exact translation of his name would be something like, 'catcher of game' and I think that's appropriate. He is a fighter trained by Achillies and a hunter favored by Artemis that cannot die. What makes him frightening as an enemy is the fact that, no matter what you do, he's just going to come back. And every time he does, he gets a little bit better at fighting you. And that should be terrifying, were it not the fact that Zagreus can be reasoned with. It would be a nightmare if you couldn't avoid him simply by laying down your weapon and engaging in a dialog. In as much a way that he is a god and an unstoppable force, he is still his own individual with principles. Among said principles is mercy, understanding, and compassion.
But to those that don't heed that? Zagreus is and should be frightening. Because he is stubborn. In that way he is Hades' son. And he will never stop until one day, eventually, he bests them. It isn't a matter of 'if', but when.
3. Personality / Alignment
As a god, Zagreus is... Fairly outgoing. He doesn't believe himself above anyone else, living or dead. In much the same way his name derives from 'living things', he's very compassionate towards mortals and doesn't place himself on a pedestal regarding them. If anything, he views his power as a god as a responsibility, a trait his Father instilled in him after much effort. In this way, he uses his power and influence as a god in service of the living despite being a chthonic god of the Underworld. But from a distance. He knows that power can corrupt, and his influence carries weight among the mortals that acknowledge him. So he prefers to be more of a distant but dedicated figure, one who only intervenes when inaction would be detrimental to all parties involved. Including his conscious.
For the same reason, he doesn't to reveal his nature as a god too often to those that don't already know. He understands that others might perceive him differently as just another being with their own agenda and morality if they view him through the lens of a god. They might think because he is a god and thinks these things, his opinion should be held with more regard than somebody else's. And Zagreus just doesn't believe in that. And more than that, it often introduces a power dynamic he simply isn't comfortable with in most instances.
4. Worship Zagreus is often misunderstood by mortals. Often, they see that him and Ares are close and, considering his affiliation with blood, make him out to be somewhat more of a sacrificial deity than he is. Mostly they perceive that he's the good of blood without contextualizing that he's more than that in a literal sense. Zagreus's domain more subtle, less 'blood and conflict' as it is 'blood sweat and tears'. He's portrayed as a stubborn, defiant, persistent and I'm inclined to believe he's the of god of effort and 'bleeding for your passions' so to speak.
While this does have relationships with conflict and battle, as you would naturally expect, it's hardly what he represents on the whole. In regards to most of the people that follow him, he almost has this bitter and hesitant relationship. He doesn't necessarily endorse the collection of people who see him as a sort of god of passionate violence and bloodshed which. Is only a partial truth, and one he isn't fond of.
Ironically, a lot of the times the mortals he actually admires don't' even worship him at all. To an extent, Zagreus actually prefers this. He doesn't seek worship. So when people actually come around and understand him and pray that fit that niche of being stubborn and passionate people who bleed for their convictions and invoke his name? He's' probably one of the easiest gods to talk to individually, as well as work with on a practical level due to his compassion and natural intuition.
#| headcanons. |#| headcanon 01: divinity. |#WHEW word vomit I'm so sorry#my autism won the battle there#anyway I've been rambling to people about zagreus as a god so there it is#the definitive post that I will absolutely add to as time goes on
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writing in sansa's hotd for the queue and realizing , yahhh she totally has lady (direwolves are south of the wall still). and bc no one had to kill her so soon into her life , sansa actually has the ability to develop her warging skills. how freaaaaking cool , now i wanna write in this verse more.
#the reply was for you nadia#ik ur probably reading this#so hope jace and u enjoy this tidbit you have drawn out of my brain#01. out of character | nicole's annoying.#headcanon tbt.
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Yellowjackets + Song Parallels
"Good Luck, Babe" by Chappell Roan
Jackie x Shauna
#yellowjackets#brainrot#headcanon#jackie taylor#shauna shipman#shackie#jackieshauna#jackie x shauna#yj song parallels 01/?#the very very popular one#good luck babe
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@mikomappi i would warn you not to instigate me but its too late.
also i know this was bc of a meme post but genuinely i cant get him out of my head, i need to talk abt him & scream
ok so heres the thing abt my interpretation of haruka: im insane
tw for mentions of SH and sui. i mean its. its haruka.
hes a dog who's warning signs have been ignored for so long that he bites anyone who comes near, he's autistic, he has dyscalculia, he has dyslexia, he has body dysmorphia
he has no impulse control, he bites himself when he's distressed, he just wants love but the moment he gets it, it terrifies him & he has to destroy it
he fears anyone who seems to have any amount of power over him.
in my opinion: he had a sister who he grew up being overshadowed by because he was older & amab and he detests her so much for his mothers actions, he no longer considers her to be family
he fears kids & he fears what he's capable of doing to other people, he doesnt want to destroy things but its all he thinks he's capable of, he cant cry anymore & he feels he used up all the tears he could possibly shed in one lifetime
he has blue hair & pronouns, he's gotten himself sick on expired medication because his mother never took him to the doctor, he whines when he gets a headache (often)
he is strangely attached to EVERYONE in milgram imo, in their own weird ways. we all know he's dedicated to muu but. if he was close to yuno he would see her as a mother, im fairly certain fuuta will intervene on his suicide attempt. he idolizes shidou for bandaging him up once or twice
he envies the affection mahiru doles out to others (& basks in the affection she gives to him) he glances nervously across the room at kazui & feels his chest tighten holding back non existent tears when 07 gives him a warm smile in return
hes not afraid of amane anymore but that only makes him avoid her more- he cant stand the thought of being responsible for hurting her somehow
he revels in how mikoto seems to mesh so well with everyone, & of course he notices 09s mood swings & temperment changes, its incredible that nobody else comments on it, when theyve pointed out when 01 has swings. he finds kotoko to be intimidating, but he's infatuated with how strong and confident she is, he wants to be more like her
he idolizes Es & craves their attention. he knows Es could care less about him, but he cant help but be drawn to them.
if he had an ounce of confidence he would be so unabashedly cringe & loud & would smother everyone with his feelings & love & attention
if he knew what a furry was he'd make a fursona & make being a gay dog fish dragon his personality
#sakurai haruka#milgram#haruka sakurai#milgram 01#also i dont care how 'canon' any of this is#theyre headcanons that are really important to me#also i know i said hes AMAB but hes also so so transgender in a gay boy way#because i said so#creature speaks
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