#anyhow these are just headcanons

[abbeyofcyn]

Can I get a raph giving comfort for krang donnie

Back scratches ok, but only with a blanket

But be careful, he might still bite when startled

[canthandlethishit]

Batfam’s handwriting headcanons!!

Alfred (right handed): cursive, normally neat and kind of flowery calligraphic(?) (he usually write the gala, party invitations for worthy guests himself), his notes are written just as neat but the letters are more narrow and tilted to the right.

Brucie (left handed): writes in cursive, bubbly letters, flowery, extravagant with endless numbers of loops and stems, big flourishes (picture light yagami writing) watching him write is a performance itself (near impossible to read, looks like an art piece from afar)

Bruce (self-trained ambidextrous, favors his left though is equally efficient with both hands): rounded print (for notes in reports), and cursive (for personal writings), he’d had some influence from alfred so theres a little extra in his writing like an extra curve, stem (ie: his i’s & t’s got lil hooks, his v as a downward stem at the end), but its overall quite minimalistic and tidy, there’s sufficient force on the paper.

Batman: doesn’t write >:( computer <- duh (if he really has to like idk the riddler forces him to write sth he would in caps block letters very strong straight lines, almost like excessively forced and he also place his pinkie on the pen/pencil to further deter identification, he switches hands every time to keep people off-track)

Dick (trained ambidextrous, favors his right, naturally right-handed until robin): cursive quick and kind of messy but still eligible writing, he’s used to taking quick notes (cop job), his letters are jaded, pointed (ie: his b’s are written like music notes, not rounded). he uses average force when writing (dents the paper but not through multiple pages), his letters’ spacing are nonexistent they overlap a bit, his words narrowly apart.

Jason (circumstantial ambidextrous, favors his right, his left handwriting is still neat, not as pretty as his right’s): cursive, his handwriting experienced several metamorphosis, he was left handed by birth & mother’s teachings, then at school he was taught write right-handedly. His writing was somewhat neat minimally scratchy, letters joined with loops, generous spacing. during his time with bruce he copies writing styles from his favorite authors (look up Jane Austen), Alfred and ends up with a very distinct, tilted to the right, beautiful scripture, some loops (Mary Shelly), long y’s and consonants. Post-death, he still got a nice handwriting, just less of the pizazz, the flare of personality bleeding through ink, its more tamed, still slanted, he doesn’t take as much care to force distribution (calligraphic way) but it just became more subtle, not completely gone.

Cass (ambidextrous, writes left handed): print, when first asked which hand she’d like to learn to write with she chose left, she didn’t learn to write ambidextrously. clean yet a bit weirdly spaced, she dots her i’s and cross her t’s after whole sentences. She likes making capital first letters of her text flowery like brucie’s, its amusing how out of place it looks.

Tim (self-trained ambidextrous, born left handed, writes with both hands interchangeably): cursive, young tim researched on lots of encryption, alternative writing systems. he take notes in shorthand’s, his handwriting is fairly eligible but frequently misses letters from words (ie: handwriting -> hdwritig). his lines are slanted downwards, narrow spacing overall.

Steph (trained ambidextrous, writes right handed, batman’s ambidexterity training for her hadn’t reached handwritings): mixed, her handwriting alternates between really messy and scratchy and more eligible curvy with sharp ends to her words (when writing lift pen up fast, bigger hand movement, picture a tame and hinged light yagami). Her lines tilt upwards from left to right. her writing’s eligibility depends on her mood, what she is writing.

Duke (right handed, trained ambidexterity but opted out of handwriting training): mixed, his letters are rounded and evenly spaced, fairly neat but scrawls when he’s in a rush (makes more sharp loops, longer curls at the ends, more connected words). his letter have thin loops, sometimes subconsciously dots his i’s with crescents. his lines tilt upwards slightly in the middle (he prefer to keep his lines straight so he take notice and fixes them).

Damian (natural ambidextrous, favors his left for arabic and his right for english): cursive, strong neat strokes, clean writing, clear appropriate spacing. its almost a font, print-like from how consistently he writes. His signature on his arts is more rounded with a bit of lilts and curves (the end of his m curve like the symbol for scorpio zodiac sign). His personal diary/journal writing is softer, his paragraphs more densely packed, the first letter of each entry are more ornate than the rest (loops, curves, tiny doodles)

note: handwriting style main variety are these

these headcanons are based on handwritings of people in my life & myself :)! not based on graphology (during my search for specific adjectives and vocabularies i came across some graphology & writing analysis articles and found them to be kind of mean & biased, rude etc so just clarifying im basing these hcs on my friends and family’s)

[sysig]

Don’t be silly! Okay, be a little silly (Patreon)

[tsukinoshinjiu]

How I think the chain would solve a 1000+ piece puzzle together

Four: would organize all pieces by color before even beginning to piece it together

Warriors: starts with all the edge pieces and refuses to connect anything else until he has the outer ring done

Legend: Would start with the recognizeable shapes/subjects in the image, swats anyone's hands away from the pieces he wants

Twilight: Cheers them on, hands pieces he thinks might fit with the others' parts, real supporting role

Hyrule: The only one to not give up when none of the pieces seem to connect or make sense, tries to keep the others from murdering each other but gets easily distracted

Time: would supervise, might hide pieces from the others until they get confused and then pull some from their ears like a magician

Sky: would swap pieces around the board when no one is looking, accuses someone else of doing it, watch chaos ensue

Wind: would fight over where pieces fit, might cut them just to prove a point

Wild: would eat some of the pieces when no one is looking

[hexavexen]

~Headcannon reaction~

When a Vex remembers their life was like when they were alive clearly, they can do more than the basic Vex...

I.E. they can speak, think, and act with compassion and sadness... use stronger magics...

BUT they are still little gremlins deep down and will still behave with malice at times...

( I would do Alliys too, but I figured one headcannon at a time... ^_^; )

[messrsbyler]

byler headcanon where…

jonathan taught will morse code so they could tap on the walls of their bedrooms and talk like that during the night as a fun little game. when will told mike about it mike thought it was the coolest thing ever and practically begged will to teach him as well, so in their sleep overs at mike’s basements will teaches him little by little. but mike has a hard time paying attention and retaining what composes each letter.

seeing will writing it down for him just doesn’t help. it gets to the point where it’s really late at night and karen comes downstairs to send them to bed already. begrudgingly mike flips the lights off and the two of them snuggle into their sleeping bags.

will is about to doze off when he hears a muffled tapping against his ear. then mike is saying “was that an F?”

“no,” will says, “that was an U.”

mike frowns and from upstairs karen yells “enough with the tapping and talking! go to sleep, kids.” mike sighs.

will turns in his sleeping bag towards mike like always and closes his eyes to fall asleep. two seconds pass when he feels cold fingers in his palm. before he can react and pull away, mike taps across his palm, this time a dot, a line across with his nail, and two more dots. will opens his eyes and finds mike staring right back at him, big dark eyes filled with excitement.

“was that an F?”

“no, that was an L.” mike scowls and will laughs though he keeps it down so mrs wheeler won’t scold them again. “what do you wanna spell, anyway?”

mike twists inside his sleeping bag and rolls a bit closer. “i wanted to spell friend.”

will smiles at mike and mike, besides being annoyed of not being able to learn morse code yet, smiles back. and will feels warm, and safe, and like this basement could be the entire world for all he knows because his friend is here and that’s more than enough.

“here, give me.” will reaches for mike’s hand and gently taps across his palm. “this is an F.”

“ah! i was so close!” mike whispers and will chuckles again. “how do you make an R, will?”

“like this”

“and an I?”

“like this”

“what about-“

the next morning jonathan comes by to pick will up and will makes sure to leave behind the cheat sheet with the morse code symbols. mike doesn’t pay it any attention though. he goes to his room and lays on his bed, tracing across his palm the word FRIEND. that one he learned alright, and he couldn’t be prouder of himself. it was easy, when he could still feel the tingle of will’s fingers tapping across his palm.

[kateis-cakeis]

"No, it must go free."

"Dragons cannot be used like that! They must be left unshackled, free to roam the earth."

"Dragon’s are magical creatures! They belong to no man! They are for the benefit of all!"

These are Merlin's lines during his confrontation with Borden (34:50 S4Ep4)

I know many in this fandom assume that Aithusa was under Kilgharrah's care after they (using they/them here because of the canon 'he' vs the fanon 'she') were born. But there's nothing to actually suggest that's true.

Instead, with Merlin's lines here, it heavily suggests dragons raise themselves. They go free, unbound from men (even Dragonlords it seems), and are left unshackled - in a world that lets them.

And this is directly seen in S4Ep13 as Aithusa seems to just be hanging about when they fly down to heal Morgana (and while they do fly away after, maybe they just felt the need to check in and got attached to Morgana at some point :P so I don't think it was an explicit betrayal)

Likeeee, let's say this was the Triple Goddess's way of prophecy being like yeah no, to letting Morgana just rot on a forest floor :P

But based off this, I think it's more than likely that dragons in BBC Merlin mirror many lizard species - where they just lay the egg and leave. This seems true and coincides with how Aithusa's egg ended up in a tomb to be protected (hundreds of years before the Great Purge).

And because a Dragonlord is needed to hatch it, this very much seems to be the case - that dragons are not raised but rather left to the wild to fend for themselves.

So Kilgharrah was never looking after Aithusa, and Merlin was never meant to either. Both left Aithusa to their own devices because that's how a dragon is meant to grow and live. On their own.

I know from the deleted scene in S4Ep1 that Daobeth was destroyed by dragons, suggesting that dragons can work together and be known to one another - so it's not like they're entirely solitary.

But I don't know! I think this is one of those things where it's like there's an assumption that's turned into a kinda blame game. (A bit like how some people believe in that Kilgharrah theory that feels sooo out of place to canon and the real story of the show).

Anyway, here's a different interpretation that doesn't put the blame on Merlin, or Kilgharrah, or Aithusa. Little dragon is allowed to make mistakes!

And hell, Kilgharrah's theory about Aithusa doesn't have to be wrong, 'the light of the sun' being a positive and fitting meaning could simply be about a new dragon at all. It could be about post canon even. There's a lot there, Kilgharrah only had a theory, he literally says 'I believe'. Cut him some slack!

sdfhhsdf all this to say, I think you can do some fun worldbuilding with dragons based off canon, and this is just one example of that.

Dragons roam free and have no parents :D It's fine, that's nature and magic ;)

[mad-hunts]

alright, i don't know about y'all, but i think motorcycle rides at night are superior — and honestly — going on one with barton? it's fun, but also dangerous. like you're weaving between cars sometimes, and also, he will leave people in the dust who may attempt to race him for... whatever odd reason dangerous, lmao

[resurgentclass-stardestroyer]

Hux being an absolutely terrible pilot and a certified passenger princess is one of my faves

[estel-of-the-eyrie]

When I went to watch LOTR in the cinemas for the first time last week, my brain kept catching new details I'd never noticed before. One of those in TTT was the broken statue at Helm's Deep by the stairs. Which then spawned this little fanfic moment I wrote in the car home at midnight for Myths of Its Own:

Tagging @tathrin @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @scyllas-revenge (purely as I think you might like a read? )

Groups of refugees from across the nearby hamlets and towns were still coming through the front gates of Helm's Deep on a regular schedule, though their numbers were gradually dwindling as time between safe travel and a siege in progress narrowed. Wren had helped where she could with Edoras' displaced civilians before seeking a quiet corner for her to sit and wait for news.

Her leg swung back and forth, back and forth, back and forth counting the seconds when there was no news from any quarter. She hoped that the small warning would have been enough to prevent anything else changing; the life of one man was enough - if it ended up being an exchange of one life for another...

No, she shook her head. Now is not the time to spiral.

So Wren let her eyes wander. Over the crowds of people were the walls of stone that had remained standing for so long, and three tall stone statues. Each had their backs to the main keep, looking outwards, ready for an attack.

From her seat Wren could make out most of the closest pair - though the one closest to her was damaged and broken, only surviving up to the waist. The blade of a sword was still distinguishable up to the hilt, well designed and very Rohirric though less grand and not identical to its sibling statue on the other side of the walkway.

Wren idly wondered who they were. Many of the statues mentioned in Tolkien's work were grandiose and their histories long and storied, but these were small, quiet, everyday reminders passed by on daily watches or sheltered beneath in the afternoon sun.

"My lady-" a voice from somewhere to her left startles Wren out of the trail of thoughts; pushing away from the wall, she turns to see one of the riders. He was perhaps not much older than herself, somewhere in the late years of his second decade or the early ones of his third, and looking at her beneath his helmet with some consternation. "Are you well?"

"Oh um ... yes, thank you." She's taken aback, trying to stand gracefully despite almost certainly standing on her cloak several times and nearly toppling over the small outcrop on the third instance. "I was just wondering about the statues."

The unknown rider frowns, his head tilting to the side a little. The spray of white hair from the top curls around his shoulder.

He gestures to the one standing taller towards the front. "Of Helm Hammerhand." A gesture to the pair flanking the stairs. "And his daughter and son."

"But I thought ... that Helm only had sons?"

His laugh is light, and for a moment Wren panics thinking she has caused offence (or just generally made herself seem a fool) but the responding smile is understanding.

"So say the bards -" the rider stands a little and turns to muse over the broken statue for a moment. "-but the tales miss out most of the truth I find. Haleth, she was styled. The name afore has not been remembered but that is well. For the one that is," the rider pauses and smiles down at Wren, half a foot shorter. "Is far more suitable for a Shieldmaiden of the Mark."

"Shieldmaiden," Wren turns the word over in her mind. Coupled with the look that this rider was giving her, it seemed that he was making many connections between her, himself, and the broken statue of the woman.

"Names are a grander weight here, my lady, than it seems you are aware of. But one thing is certain that all agree upon. That, were it possible, she would have been a Queen that the entire realm would have loved."

She knew what he was trying to say, in a different language with different words, but she had read historical texts to have caught onto the implications - the tales hidden in plain sight. The hidden rainbow flags waving in the breeze.

It just led to more questions about the broken statue that she was afraid to know the answer to; Rohan and its people had been nothing but genial since the Five Hunters had arrived. It would not do to shatter the illusion now, so close to the siege.

[iorekbyrinson]

thoughts on bcs characters and their pullman-universe daemons

James McGill - Weasel or stoat family. The long sleek shape of the mustelid can squirm through any hole after its quarry, taking down prey several times its size. Folklore associations with being untrustworthy, unscrupulous, despite its diminutive size. Also known as the family from which Pantalaimon, daemon of Lyra Silvertongue, heralds from - associations of the protagonist.

Kim Wexler - Jackal. A desert animal with associations of the howling prairies, independence, a looming threat in a familiar canid form. However, jackals have a little known quality of centring the majority of their social behaviour around a monogamous relationship; marking out territory together, forsaking packs mostly for the pair bond. Cunning, determined, opportunistic.

Chuck McGill - Porcupine. Like all Rodentia, porcupines are intelligent and frugal, not carnivorous by nature but certainly with enough natural advantages. Unusual tree-dwellers that live far above the rest of the creatures on the forest floor, the porcupine's most notorious trait are its barbs, shaped so that they stick in the skin and cannot be pulled out.

Howard Hamlin - Golden retriever. Exactly what it appears to be to a fault, the ubiquitously loved animal has a few significant traits; it is above all a retriever, an animal that works in tandem with a master to seek out prey and skilfully return the prize, and any attempts to isolate this intensely social breed go awry - the animal withers away.

Nacho Varga - Rusty-spotted cat. The smallest wildcat in the world, to mistake this feline for its domesticated counterpart is a mistake; it is a predator of its lands, feeding on rodents and any creature beneath it, and has the hallmark of being one of the most successful predators relative to its size in the world. However, this elusive, nocturnal little wildcat has its weaknesses as a daemon; it will not stop until it is at the top of its food chain, even if it exists in an ecosystem where it will be swallowed alive. It has the typical feline traits of aloofness, independence, and particularly beautiful eyes.

Lalo Salamanca - Vampire bat. Largely associated with the handsome, deadly supernatural creatures of mythology, vampire bats do, in truth, hold blood as the superior tonic above all, and are also vastly social creatures; grooming, feeding, and raising families within a group that has strong ties to family members, but also makes room for non-relatives too. They hunt entirely in the dark. Like most of the bat family, their need to communicate means their high pitched chirps are constant when flying through the night sky. An unusual daemon for an unusual man; be watchful of his reflection in mirrors. It may not always be there.

Gus Fring - Coati. A daemon can sometimes settle in the appearance of an animal of meaning to an individual; and the mercurial and mysterious Gustavo Fring has inferred the coati's importance as much in his fateful recollection. However, the coati is also no insignificant animal; it is preyed upon by nearly every major predator in the Americas, but the coati has a tough hide attached to its underlying muscles, making it extremely difficult for teeth to get a hold. It is a contained and somewhat elegant looking small mammal with a handsome pair of spectacles around its dark, round eyes, and a reputation for intelligence rivalling that of its opportunistic cousin, the raccoon.

Mike Ehrmantraut - Badger. Whether of the European badger flavour; forest-bears of quiet and solitary pursuits, devoted to the burrows of their families, or of the American type, the fearsome ratel or honey badgers that face down mountain lions without a second look, badger daemons carry the traits of strength, perseverance, and an undeniable aggression that make them the animal that never backs down. Badgers construct setts that go deep below the earth, a vast underground system of resources that belies the staid, unemotional appearance of these creatures. Man + mountain indeed.

[littlegalerion]

So...are we just not going to explode over Balduran/The Emperor's age?

Because there's a serious issue there. Baldur's Gate was founded over several hundred years ago. Mind Flayers live to maybe 200, and that's it.

Apparently, there's a huge conflict of lore as BG1 and BG2 depict Balduran as a human, but BG3 depicts him as an elf?

Like.... discuss?

[thsc-confessions]

"i wish i didn’t feel tired or annoyed when i see other interpretations of characters, aus, headcanons, etc. i feel bad especially when they’re from really nice people in the fandom, but sometimes it feels certain interpretations are more favored by others and that makes me wonder if i should even share what i have, since it won’t compete with what is already out there." submitted by anon

[chiropterx]

If Man-Bat likes you, prepare to have your personal space disrespected! Vampire bats are very social, often snuggling up close to other members of their kind and even initiating grooming as part of social bonding. Man-Bat might rest his head on your shoulders, lean against you, even go as far as licking your hair if it looks very messy and out of place. It can be quite uncomfortable, especially in summer given his high body temperature.

[messrsbyler]

domestic and stablished stonathan having a night in watching movies (it's jonathan's pick this week and steve is not looking forward to the horror movie his boyfriend most definitely picked) when mike wheeler knocks on the byers front door and, because jonathan is busy with the popcorn and will is yelling from his room for someone to get the door, steve is the one that opens and has to see mike's face falling from full excitement to a rather flat expression that, not gonna lie, bruises steve's ego just a tiny bit.

"steve."

"wheeler."

before any of them are forced to attempt small talk, jonathan appears by steve's shoulder and will rushes down the hall. it's funny and great material, that look mike has the moment his eyes land on will, but steve decides to save the mockery for later, maybe prompted by the slight pinch jonathan gives him at his hip, probably knowing his intentions somehow.

"have fun, guys," jonathan says with that sweet smirk of his that makes steve want to kiss him stupid right then and there. but he saves that for later two, when the house is kids-free.

mike and will are climbing down the porch when steve puts both hands on his hips and yells, "hey, wheeler! bring him back not past ten, got it?"

mike throws him a face with too much attitude, but before steve can call him a dipshit, they both have already climbed the car and are driving away. steve frowns and turns only to see jonathan smirking at steve with that sassiness that, honestly, is pretty damn attractive, that is if it wasn't aimed at steve and his already bruised ego.

"what?"

"not past ten? really?"

"yes, really! i don't trust that wheeler guy." jonathan rolls his eyes and pinches him again.

"it's nice to see you care about will, you know?"

"of course i care about him," steve huffs and pretends he isn't delighted with how jonathan's expression softens.

"who would've said steve harrington has a soft spot for kids?" jonathan teases and steve frowns harder.

"shut up."

jonathan laughs and drops a quick peck on steve's cheek that has steve wanting to reach for more of that, but he won't show weakness here. not when jonathan looks so satisfied with himself, the asshole.

"i think our popcorn is burning, by the way," steve says with a flat tone, hands still on his hips.

"shit!"

jonathan rushes back to the kitchen and this time it's steve's turn to laugh.

[brutalmasks]

currently thinking about how, since bunny mask's head / sort of by extension her neck ( yeahhh, i'd say that, because she is NOT immune to decapitation ) are basically her achilles heel in the way that they heal muchhh slower than the rest of her body does + there have even been times where she didn't heal properly at all in those areas... that most of the scars bunny has are concentrated around there.

thus, if your muse is intimate with her in any way, then they'll most certainly be seeing those on her skin and i just 😭 it kind of hits me RIGHT in the feels — and i say this because there has to be a lot of trust there for bunny to feel safe enough to expose what is literally the most vulnerable spot of her body to them, you know? so yeah. that is one surefire way of knowing that bunny mask trusts your muse with her life ❤️